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exhaslo · 5 months

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What about Miguel with Fem!Reader who is Spider-Man's biggest cheerleader? It can be where she was a civilian that he saved once who became like his biggest fan. She has all the merch and stuff of him. Of course she dosn't know his identity but she dosn't care. He dose no wrong in her eyes, also cheering for him and squealing and fangirling when she sees him.

I imagine that if they ever have sex together she's just talking and disbelief and how she can't believe that this is happening to her and how shes dreamed of this. Miguel ends up having to cover her mouth to get her to be quite, but he secretly really likes his little fangirl gushing all over him in more was than one.

Ohhhh, you know what would be even spicer??? If Miguel was secretly a Yandere! Hope you'll like the little addition to your request~

Warning: Smut, MINORS DNI, rough sex, bondage, possessive, masturbation

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This obsession started a few months ago. You were on your way to work when the futurist version of the HobGoblin started to attack the city. You were running down the street, trying to find shelter when a building was destroyed above you. Just when you thought your life was over, Spiderman came and saved you.

Since then, you would fight when it came to anything involving Spiderman. He was your savior, your hero, your everything. You fell head over heels for the masked man, wanting to make sure people understood that he was a hero.

You couldn't get enough of him. Soon, you started to collect anything on Spiderman. You wanted to worship him. You grabbed anything you saw. Shirts, plushes, toys, hell, you even started to buy artwork and pins from people. You just wanted to be close to him. By any means necessary.

Getting yourself ready, you had decided to join a small parade in the lower half of Nueva York. It wasn't as safe or clean as the above half, but hell, they were throwing a hell of a party. The people in the lower half were obsessed with super heros.

Once you got there, you were in love. The amount of the Spiderman merch had you in heaven. You bought everything and went into the crowd, looking around for your hero.

"Kya!!! Spiderman! I love you!" You cheered as you saw the masked man, swing around.

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Miguel thought it would be funny to just stop by and see the parade. He was uncomfortable with everyone in the lower half worshiping him as a God or a messenger of Thor. It was all a mess. As he swung around, Miguel stopped as he heard you.

He landed against a building, watching you cheer and wave towards him. His eyes widen as he waved back, causing you to jump and squeal in response. You were fangirling over him. Just like that, Miguel ate his words. This was something he could get used too.

More like, he could get used to you.

Claiming that you love someone is a big deal. Miguel wanted to test you. He left soon after, already thinking of your dedication. Miguel had been looking for someone. Perhaps he had been waiting just for you. For you to be his good girl and listened to every word he said.

Someone just for him.

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You were humming happily to yourself as you walked down the streets of Nueva York. It was your day off and you were hoping to catch a glimpse of Spiderman swinging around. It was a fun pass time for you.

"The Public Eye will catch him one of these days! That menace, Spiderman, can't keep breaking the law forever!" A stranger barked. You gripped your coffee,

"He's not a menace! He's a hero! You're just jealous that you can't do anything that he could!" You barked.

"You're just another fangirl!"

"You'll change your mind when you're in trouble!" You huffed.

Storming away, you threw away your coffee in anger. Some people just had no idea of how Spiderman really was. He was a hero! There was nothing he did that was wrong!

"I suppose I should be thanking my fans," Spiderman said. You squeaked, looking up into the alleyway,

"S-Spi-Spiderman! Ohmygoshohmygosh! It's you!!" You squealed happily.

Miguel smiled at your excitement. He webbed your lips and motioned you to follow him into the dark alley. You happily followed. Miguel inhaled deeply, enjoying your behavior. He could see the sparkles in your eyes as you happily jumped in place.

"When I take the webbing off your mouth, I want you to tell me your name and where you work, okay?"

You nodded. Miguel smiled as he casually stroked your cheek, slowly taking the webbing off. He could see the love in your eyes. You truly were head over heels for him. How delicious.

"(Y/N), I work at a corporate office for retail clothes."

"Interesting." Miguel observed you, "You know, I take things quite seriously, (Y/N). So, when I hear the words, 'I love you', come out of your mouth, it drives me to want to test that."

"I do! I do love you! I'll do anything to prove it!"

"Then have sex with me-"

"Yes."

Miguel held back a laugh by how quick you agreed. He wrapped his arm around your waist and asked for your address. He wasn't going to take you to his place, yet. He wanted to see what made you tick. He wanted to make sure that you were dedicated to him.

You on the other hand, were squealing mentally and physically. You were in Spiderman's arms, swinging to your place. The thought of fucking him had not even crossed your mind yet. You were living in the moment and right now, you were in HIS ARMS.

Once you arrived at your place, you begged Spiderman to wait before entering. You had to clean up your mess of clothes on the floor. You whined, throwing them all in a basket and double checking your room to make sure that it was safe.

"You really are a fan," Miguel whispered, looking around at your collection of him. He paused, seeing a body pillow of him, "How-"

"I paid someone." Was all you said and moved it aside. Miguel turned to you, smiling under his mask,

"So, I assume you fuck yourself to it, huh?"

You tensed, facing Spiderman and slowly nodded. Okay, now you were recalling that you agreed to have sex with him. Your cheeks started to burn as you glanced at his muscular body. The body of a god, basically.

"Get on the bed and show me what you do to yourself," Miguel whispered in your ear.

You complied. Crawling on your bed, you stripped yourself of your clothes and spread your legs. Spiderman was about to watch you masturbate. This was making you wet. A shudder escaped your lips as you rubbed your clit, imaging what Spiderman was going to do to you.

Miguel on the other hand was watching with amusement. You listened to every command he's given. You were being such a good girl for him. Touching yourself so naughty with him watching. You were just so desperate for him.

"Would you let me do anything to you?" He asked, slowing crawling on the bed as you started to moan and squirm.

"Y-Yes!"

"Even fuck you into being mine?"

"Y-Yes! Yes!" You cried out, reaching your orgasm.

Miguel resisted a groan as he raised his mask slightly, licking your fingers in the process. You were doing such a good job tempting him. He was going to enjoy having you to call his.

"Don't tell me you're tired after just that?" Miguel webbed your hands to your bed post, "I'm going to make sure you don't think of anything else but me."

"Of course!"

Miguel just chuckled in response as he showed you his erection. Your eyes widen as you started to freak out. This was actually happening! You were actually about to have sex with Spiderman.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, this is happening!" You squealed.

Miguel glanced at you as he slowly inserted his dick inside your folds. You were totally fangirling and geeking out. He smirked as he webbed your mouth, listening to your muffled moans. Miguel lowered his mask, wanting to hide his smile.

He watched your eyes roll back, moaning as he shoved his dick fully inside you. Your body arching in pleasure as he started to ravish you. Such a delicious face you were making. You were giving your whole body to him.

"You're sucking me in so much, you truly must love me." Miguel smirked.

Miguel held your hips tightly, listening to your muffled voice. He could get used to this. Your muffle cries and moans as he destroyed your pussy. You said you loved him. There was no taking that back now.

"If you truly love me, you'd let me have my way with you, right?"

You nodded, moaning into his webs as you felt yourself about to burst in pleasure again. Spiderman was being so rough with you. It was like you were his fuck doll, and you were loving every minute of it. His dick was so big and filling. You were going to lose count with how many times you cam.

Gasping, you felt like you saw stars as he pressed you into mating position. His hips slamming into yours as you felt him cum inside you. The stamina this man had for fucking you while cumming. You flung your head back, still in disbelief.

What if you got pregnant with Spiderman's babies? Nearly squealing at the thought, you spread your legs out more, moving your hips to his. This had to be a dream. Being fucked so good by Spiderman. Oh, you were dreaming well!

"Good girl, you love my dick, don't you? You want me to keep cumming inside your tight little pussy, right?" Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting rougher.

"Mhpm~" You nodded violently, feeling the urge to cum again.

Miguel hummed as he rubbed your clit, watching a white ring form at the base of his dick. Your pussy was still so tight and wet, just for him. You were going to a great stress reliever. Miguel was going to keep you for himself.

The best part? There wasn't much he had to do to convince you otherwise. You were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Groaning lowly as he gave you another load of him, Miguel decided to remove the webbing from your mouth.

"You'll do whatever I say, right?" He asked lowly.

"Mhm~" You nodded, trembling slightly. Miguel stroked your cheek, smirking at your fucked out expression,

"Good. Quit your job. I'll be taking care of you from now on."

"Y-Yes," You gasped as he started to thrust into you again, "I-I'll quit! I'll quit for you!" You moaned.

"And block everyone on your phone. You're only going to need me from now on."

"Y-Yes!"

Oh this was too easy. Miguel was enjoying this far too much. You were the only one who was listening to every command he made. How delicious. Pressing himself against you more, Miguel paid close attention to your blissed out expression.

"Who do you belong to now?"

"Y-You! Spiderman!" You cried out, reaching another mind blowing orgasm.

"Mine."

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Hope you enjoyed~

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weebsinstash · 9 months

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Ohmygod your thoughts on Yandere Miguel give me life

Idk how your blog works so feel free to ignore and delete this ask but I have some thoughts I'd like your take on

So platonic yandere Miguel with a teen reader who's crushing on a villain from her universe (im a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope </3). And villain reciprocates feelings but is obviously evil (i can't fix them I'll love them for it) so Miguel HATES it even more.

And I'm imagining that villain is also a yandere so there's just gonna be so much drama like AHDISHDUSHD

But yes this idea has been bouncing around in my head alot

If you give me permission I shall come in here with more thoughts on this if I get them

Anygays have a nice day or night make sure to stay hydrated!!!

*Tyler the creator voice* ok ok ok ok ok

so, I was thinking of something earlier, and, I forgot to grab a screenshot of it, but, extremely incredibly minor ATSV spoiler, when Miles is being shown the holograms of the Spiderverse, another series of canon events that is shown is every Spider having some sort of Symbiote experience (as in Venom, which, I have to admit, I'm uh, not extremely knowledgeable on Spiderman lore, I've been out of the game with this series since like grade school, I used to be big on DC and TMNT and hero shit, so, yeah)

Reader is just crushing on like, some evil Eddie Brock or some bad boy with a Symbiote, and dedicated/obsessive Papá Miguel instantly recognizes when your moods and behaviors start to change, more rebellious, more moody, you're becoming a bit more assertive, but not always in the good way, you're hurting people, maybe even stealing and other petty crimes. He presses you on who you've been hanging out with because APPARENTLY you've been sneaking off your watch so you can't inherently be tracked or spied on or contacted

Some drama ass shit like, Miguel has been trying to reach you because you both have some sort of really sentimental or important date coming up, maybe the anniversary of when he first met you or your birthday or his birthday where you both were supposed to do something nice together, something that's been planned and talked about for ages, and then, this rebellion stuff begins and, the date comes and you completely ghost him, he can't find you, contact you, he's frustrated and angry but also worried because what if you're hurt? What if his baby girl is HURT 🥺 SURELY that's the ONLY reason you wouldnt show up and break your poor stressed beloved daddy's heart liks this 🥺 and he finally finds you and you're totally fine, it's just like "haha sorry 'dad' I was getting railed by my evil big tall hunky villain boyfriend and also I have a Symbiote now, look at my spooky black costume, im evil now :)" and here's Miguel like "NOOO PRINCESA 😭😱✝️", but, technically he's only able to interfere in certain ways, like, maybe he can pressure you to break up with this guy but your Symbiote is canon and whether you defeat it and get rid of it or somehow master it and befriend it like say Ghost Spider, that isn't up to him, he can only pressure you but he can't MAKE you do anything, at least, not directly

You're running around having your rebellious Evil Girl Autumn and he's trying to, you know, steer you back onto the path of righteousness and all that and the harder he tries to control you the angrier you're getting until you're even losing your temper and throwing things at him or eventually physically attacking him (to which he's forced to overpower you which, you two have sparred before but this is different and it breaks his heart). You throw your watch at him and tell him to go fuck himself, that you hate him, that you never want to see him again, but you're crying and he takes this as a sign you aren't serious (which, you aren't, not 100% completely, you kinda lowkey ARE having a huge temper tantrum and rebellious phase and being a criminal brat, but, like.... spiderverse babyyyy we got Spider powers, shit has no consequences, or so it feels like to you at the time, and the Symbiote is maybe questionably evil and corrupting your thoughts)

Oh I just realized you said teen reader and here I am talking about getting railed 💀 maybe the villain is a teen too or just a few years older than you but either way like. Miguel doesn't want his sweet innocent pure virginal baby girl having sex! With anyone! Especially before marriage! (Although i was hearing he's kind of a slut in the comics?) He ever finds that shit out it's like, A CRISIS EVENT. He's like that one stereotype of brothers/fathers who hate seeing their sister/daughter date because that's the baby the raised/grew up with. Picture having an argument with him and you're just trying to piss him off and like, it's true but in anger you say "OH YEAH? oh YEAH??? Well, well, you know how you hate Hobie Brown so much?! We've been dating JUST TO MUTUALLY SPITE YOU, and you know what, i actually like him, and he likes me! Maybe we'll hook up for real! Maybe I'll FUCK HIM, DAD :) maybe we'll HAVE A BABY TOGETHER, DAD :)"

Like girlie nooooo you're getting put into The Biggest Time-Out The Multiverse Has Ever Seen. You think getting locked up in a room would be bad, NO, because at least you'd have some vague sense of privacy and personal space. You're now on 24/7 Daughter Duty, with him literally all the time except for, bathing and that stuff. He's dragging you around, making you accompany him, controlling what you're allowed to do, really an extended prolonged punishment. Hss making you sit in his office or whatever while he works and you'll be absolutely fucking bored out of your mind because you're basically given nothing to do, have no phone, no tasks really. He's not outright hurting or abuse you but it's a kind of psychological burden for you, but from his perspective he's just, basically guarding you like a dedicated father, protecting his baby from tarnishing her reputation, her body, and otherwise when he isn't there. CLEARLY he has a lot more fathering to give you than he originally thought

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #and yeah sure homie youre free to send ideas whenever i just might not always reply #im working 40 hour weeks and kts third shift and its really uh messingup my sleep after all these months #also weed. tons of weed lol

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inneedofsupervision · 5 months

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Suit Up

Spiderman, aka Peter Parker, is now officially teaming with the Avengers. Working alongside his childhood heroes should be like a dream come true. But sometimes Peter feels like he's still fighting on his own. Luckily, he can always count on his friends to have his back when he's just Peter Parker and not a superhero. (This might become a series or get several chapters)

(My first marvel tickle fic, hope you like it ^-^ )

"Sir, Mr. Parker just arrived at the tower."

Tony wipes off the grease from his hands before throwing the rag on the table. His eyes linger on his project before he glances towards the clock.

"Tell the kid to come down to the lab, Friday."

"Of course, Sir."

It doesn't take long before the door to the lab slides open, giving entrance to a slightly panting Peter Parker. Tony raises an eyebrow at the teen whose checks are dusted in a soft red, catching the sheepish grin the boy throws his way. He watches the teen pushing the hair out of his eyes, the usually soft curls weighted down by the water caught in between.

"Sorry for being late, Mr. Stark. I got your message while waiting for the bus, but because of the snow, it was about to come later than planned, so I decided to walk-"

"Hold on, Parker. Are you telling me you walked the whole way from your school to the tower in this weather?"

The sheepish grin is back on the kid's face as he rubs his neck, owing at least the decency to look slightly guilty. Tony crosses his arms over his chest as he frowns at the teen.

"Uhm, actually, I ran because I would have been late walking, and I want to save the web fluid for the case of an emergency. Not that meeting you isn't just as important, Mr. Stark, Sir. I mean-"

Peter quickly closes his mouth as Mr. Stark holds up a hand, successfully interrupting the teen's word vomit. Sometimes, Tony wasn't sure if the kid talked this much because his nerves were running wild or if it was his default setting. During their fights, Spiderman had gotten told off more than once to keep quiet, while other times, you wouldn't hear a tone from the spider until the mission was over. The kid would give them a curt goodbye and disappear the next moment, earning silent respect from their two trained spies at his ability to disappear into thin air. It leaves him wondering if he was the only one having a hard time reading the kid or if it's just a teenager thing.

"I've got a meeting in twenty minutes, Parker, and surprise-surprise, despite all the rumors, I do not enjoy getting dragged by the collar through the building to get shooed into a conference room full of wannabe businessmen. As much as I dread that meeting, there is no way around it, so let's get this over quickly."

Tony turns around and strides through the lab, knowing by the sound of shuffling from behind that the kid has caught on and is following him. They stop at the desk, and Tony takes the sleek metal briefcase waiting on top. He hands it over to the kid, who reaches for it only to stare at him with an invisible question mark hovering over his head as Mr. Stark doesn't let go of the briefcase.

"This is your new suit, Parker. It got an upgrade in about every aspect since your old one cannot be called a suit, in any way. More of a glorified onesie, if you will. We can discuss the upgrades another time, or you figure them out by using it. Anyway, I have to go now, and I won't let you stay here on your own so shoo shoo Parker, get out of here."

"Oh wow, thank you, Mr. Stark, Sir! I'm going to take good care of it. Is it okay if I look into the upgrades or-", Tony grabs the kid and turns him around, hands not leaving his shoulders as he pushes the teen towards the door.

"Do whatever you want, just for the love of god, use the heater function if you go out patrolling in this weather. One popsicle hero on the team is enough."

"There is a heater function? That's awesome! How does it wor-"

"Sorry kid, but our bonding time is over. It's a pity, maybe I see you in a week. Happy can drive you home."

"That's not necessary, Mr. Stark, Sir. Thank you..."

Peter's words of gratitude fall on deaf ears as Mrs. Potts rounds the corner, and before Peter can mutter a goodbye, he is already standing alone on the floor.

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Ned looks up from his laptop when someone knocks against his window. He quickly jumps up from his stool in the corner of his room and walks over to the window. It is already dark outside, but the white eyes of the Spiderman mask seem to glow in the dark. He steps to the side, and Spiderman climbs into the room with practiced ease, softly letting himself fall onto the floor.

"Is that the new suit? The one built by Tony Stark?!"

Ned's eyes grow wide in awe as he takes in the unfamiliar high quality of his friend's superhero suit. Spiderman grasps the edge of his mask and pulls it over his head. Soft curls fall onto Peters's forehead. He beams at his best friend, who stares at him with amazement, taking in the new design of the suit.

"Isn't it freaking awesome?" asks Peter with a grin that reaches up to his with excitement sparkling eyes.

"Peter, it looks so badass! I can't believe my best friend is wearing a suit built by Tony fucking Stark!"

Peter laughs at that, spreading his arms out and showing his friend the suit from all sides. He lets Ned inspect his gloves and the upgraded web shooters up close, both fanboy as much and as loud as they want, as Ned's parents aren't home for the weekend.

"You have to tell me everything about the suit!"

Ned is back sitting on his chair, facing Peter, who sits cross-legged on Ned's bed. Peter's expression turns sober, the sparkle of excitement dying in his eyes. That did not go unnoticed by his friend. Peter seems uneasy as he looks down at his lap, avoiding the expectant expression Ned is giving him.

"Oh, well- Mr. Stark didn't have much time to tell me about the upgrades he installed." Peter forces his lips into a smile, not wanting to tear down the good mood.

He pulls himself together and glances up at his friend, trying to sound cheerful.

"But the heater function is awesome."

Ned caught on instantly that something was going on Peter didn't want to talk about. He didn't get fooled by the pained smile Peter tried to convince him with, but he decided to humor his friend for now. Glancing back at the teen on his bed, who was absentmindedly rubbing at the fabric of the mask between his fingers, Ned got an idea, quickly changing the topic.

"Didn't you say Mr. Stark said you have permission to look into the upgrades without him?"

Peter pursed his lips as he gave it a short thought. "I'm not sure if Mr. Stark was serious or just mentioning it in the spur of the moment, to be honest."

"But that means he hasn't forbidden you to look into it, right?"

The two teens share a glance before they spring up from their positions.

"I go get the soda."

"I get the snacks."

Not two minutes later, the two teens hover over Ned's computer, staring in awe at the information put into Peter's new suit. Peter has his arms probed at the backrest of Ned's chair, glancing at his friend's fingers flying over the keys as he searches up everything the two deem interesting.

"Holy cow, Mr. Stark is a genius," whispers Ned in astonishment at the code displayed before him. Peter was about to answer when something caught his eye. He puts a hand on Ned's shoulder, getting his friend's attention.

"Hey Ned, can you open this protocol please?"

"Sure, gimme a second."

Peter frowns as Ned unlocks the protocol and gives them access to a folder of what seems to be a safety protocol.

"Protocol "Baby Steps.", read Ned out loud with a snort, but Peter didn't feel like laughing as his frown only deepened.

"Did Mr. Stark seriously put a tracker into the suit?"

"Hmm?"

Ned tilts his head, wondering what his friend is on about before his eyes fall onto the part of the protocol that causes his best friend to pull an unamused face. Peter was right. The information tells them there has to be a tracking device installed into the suit that would go off in case of an emergency or if Mr. Stark requests it.

"Can you turn the tracker off?"

Ned turns in his chair, raising an eyebrow at the request. He was about to ask if Peter was sure, but when he caught the expression on his face, Ned nodded. He turns back around, fingers already moving, before he opens his mouth.

"I'll override the code. No one bats an eye if it seems Mr. Stark changed the protocol, right?" He doesn't try to sound smug, but he felt kind of badass, overriding a code by Tony Stark. He wasn't sure how long the change would go unnoticed, but he could understand his friend feeling weird for wearing a tracker and no one telling him about it. Maybe it didn't justify his actions, but for Ned's conscience, the reasoning was good enough.

"Ned, you are the best guy in a chair one can ask for. Thank you, seriously."

"Anything to help Peter Parker and Spiderman," Ned turns slightly to give a mock salute and hits enter, setting the changed protocol into place.

"Now we have to see where Spiderman is lurking around," he jokes.

Peter huffed a laugh and shoved Ned lightly on the shoulder as he watched his friend check if the code worked.

"Spiderman doesn't lurk. He waits to step in when someone needs help." Peter doesn't sound mad, more amused than anything, as he corrects his friend.

"Waiting, lurking, isn't that all kinda the same thing?" asks Ned with a grin as they watch a map of Queens pulling up.

"Would you look at that? According to the coordinates, Spiderman is lurking around at home."

"Stop with the lurking already," says Peter with a laugh before walking back to the bed, letting himself fall face-first into the mattress. Ned closes the protocol, checking extra if there are any traces left that someone had put their hands on Tony Stark's work before closing the file. His computer display turns into standby as he turns around, facing his friend, watching him burying his face into his pillow. Silence falls over the room. It got broken by a sigh, source the body plastered on the bed, but Ned caught the sound nonetheless. Something troubled Peter, and Ned was sure it had to do with the tracker in his Spiderman suit.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There is nothing to talk about, Ned," comes a muffled answer. Ned rolls his eyes at the response, deciding to drop the topic. Knowing Peter's stubbornness, the other wouldn't talk about it even if Ned started bugging him. His friend would only get irritated, and Ned didn't want to make Peter feel worse.

Pursing his lips while watching Peter lying on his bed, Ned tried coming up with a plan to get his friend's mood up again. Maybe he was acting selfish, but Ned wasn't keen on holding a sleepover with a moping Peter, sulking on his bed the whole afternoon. This entire thing was supposed to be fun, dammit.

"Hey, do you mind if I take a closer look at the suit? You can stay lying down there."

"Sure. Do whatever you want."

Peter doesn't bother moving as the bed dips where his friends sit on the edge.

"The colors and the fabric look expensive, dude. Not gonna lie, Captain America's outfit seems kinda tacky next to this thing."

A huffed laugh comes from where Peter had smushed his face into the pillow. Ned hears Peter muttering "tacky" under his breath, shoulders shaking in silent laughter before relaxing back into the bed. Ned breaks out into a grin, patting himself on the shoulder for getting Peter to laugh

"For real, the suit is incredible. How do you think the heater works, though?"

Ned counts it as a win when Peter pulls up the effort to lift his head to answer.

"Not sure. I mean,- I have an idea, but I couldn't confirm it. I planned to ask Mr. Stark, but there was no time. Giving it a second thought, I bet he wouldn't bother explaining even if he had some minutes."

The last words come out dulled as Peter buries his face back into the pillow, even deeper than before

Huh.

Ned sat there with eyebrows shot up in surprise. Peter had sounded so cheerful earlier, telling about his meeting with Mr. Stark. He wouldn't have guessed from his behavior that there was something else, something that had to do with Mr. Stark personally, that was bothering his friend.

"Well, if you know how it works, you have to tell me, got it?" Peter takes one of his arms and lifts it, showing Ned a thumbs up before going back to hugging the pillow. Taking Peter's willingness to respond, Ned continues thinking of topics that could pull his friend out of his bad mood. Getting him to talk was probably his best option.

"The fabric is quite thin. Does the heater work with that?" Ned was pretty sure that with a suit built by Tony Stark, there would be no issues, but he had to talk about something, and he was kind of running out of ideas. But Peter didn't seem to mind talking about the suit, so Ned goes with it.

"I had been patrolling for two hours before coming here. It had worked just fine."

"I wonder how the isolation operates. Do you think I could feel if you use the heater function if I touched the suit?"

"Maybe? I haven't thought about that. Wait a moment."

Peter lifts his head, glancing around before spotting his mask at the other end of the bed. "It should work like this too," he says, putting on the mask before taking it back off, having successfully activated the feature.

"It starts heating up now," he informs Ned before flopping down again.

"Awesome. Do you mind-,"

"You've got permission to touch the suit, Ned." interrupts Peter the other with a chuckle. Ned grins, not needing to be told twice. At first, he only traced along the pattern, giving the suit time to warm up. He notices that Peter is lying completely relaxed next to him, reminding Ned of the cats at his aunt's place that grows sleepy whenever they lay down on the heater during the colder seasons. The comparison let his lip quirk up slightly.

He lightly presses his palm onto the middle of Peter's back, waiting to see if he can feel anything. To his surprise, he couldn't feel any warmth at all. With Peter's old suit, you could feel the body heat radiating through the fabric. Stark's suit, on the other hand, was substantially better isolated. Ned tried different places, laying his palm on Peter's calf, his lower back, and near his neck, but the suit felt the same. Not giving it a thought, Ned puts his hands against Peter's sides, but still the same result. The only difference is Peter's reaction. Ned feels muscles tensing under his fingertips, causing him to glance down. Peter's whole body had tensed up at the hands placed against his sides, just under his ribs. A knowing smile creeps onto Ned's face, and suddenly, he has the perfect plan to get Peter to stop moping like a four-year-old. Ned pulls his hands away, observing how Peter melts into the mattress again, before placing his hands onto Peter's ribs, which were unprotected since the latter was still clinging onto the pillow like a koala. Peter's body grows stiff as if frozen in place, only to twitch as Ned squeezes once, digging his fingers between his ribs.

Ned grins at the tale-telling redness that crawls over his friend's neck up to the tips of his ears, matching the redness of his new suit. From the small part of Peter's face that is not pressing into his pillow in an attempt to hide, Ned can tell that Peter's face got colored in a bright blush, one whose origin didn't come from the digging of his fingers into Peter's ribs but from sheer embarrassment.

"Do you think it helps if I press down onto the suit?"

Peter nearly jumps out of his skin when Ned's hands suddenly are on his shoulders, staying near his neck. His eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected touch, wondering what was going on, when a pair of thumbs press down next to his shoulder blades. This time, Peter feels like jumping out of his skin. The movement of Ned's thumbs sent a shock through his whole body. He had never thought his back could be ticklish, but Ned's thumbs dug right into a spot that caused his body to tense up.

"What got you so twitchy, Peter?" Ned presses down again, grinning as Peter continues to squirm.

"Nehed, stohohp it. It fehehels weird." Peter scrunches his shoulders up, trying to get rid of the finger that stays persistent on the mission to poke into his back.

"It feels weird? Is the heater malfunction?" asks Ned, tilting his head in mock surprise even though Peter couldn't see him. "I can't feel anything, is it working?"

He presses down again, laughing lightly when Peters's whole body bucked at the ministration against his back. A surprised gasp escaped the teen, who was still trying to get away from the touch, but that turned out to be rather difficult, as Peter refused to let go of the pillow in his arms but also not willing to roll onto his back, knowing he would regret it.

"I dohohn't know. It juhuhust feels weihihird. AHh!" Ned grins and shakes his head at how stubborn Peter could be but plays along anyway. It was too much fun messing with Peter when he got determined like this.

"Hmm. Maybe something is wrong with your back? You should get that checked out, man."

Peter catches his breath as Ned stops tormenting him, only to let out a rather loud squeak when a finger pokes right under his left shoulder blade. "That felt weird too? How about this?"

Ned begins to poke various places on Peter's back, lips curling upwards, whenever Peter jumps out of his skin he comes along another "weird feeling" spot.

"I hate to say that, Peter, but you seem to have gotten a serious problem with your back. According to what you said, it feels weird all over." while speaking, Ned softly grabs Peter's sides just above his hips and begins digging his thumbs into Peter's lower back. The reaction came instantly. Peters's arms tense around the pillow as he presses his face even deeper into the fabric, giggles pouring out of him like water running out of a bucket with a hole.

"Nehehehed, stohop, oh my goohohohd plehehehase."

"Oh, sorry, Peter. Did that feel weird, too?"

"It tihhihihickles!"

"What, it tickles? Does that mean it had tickled before, too? When I did this?" Ned poked the place between Peter's shoulder blades again, causing the latter to shriek and do a whole body twitch before breaking into another desperate giggle fit.

"Why didn't you mention that at the beginning? I was genuinely worried about you here. But it turns out you are just ticklish," teased Ned before running his fingers lightly down Peters's back, causing the latter to try to avoid the touch by pressing himself deeper into the mattress, a maneuver that turns out to be completely useless.

"You suhuhuhuhuck!"

"Is that your way of saying thank you for being concerned for your well-being? Maybe you should work on your way of showing gratitude. You know what? Let's work on that right now while we are at it. What do you think, Peter?"

Ned stood and climbed down from the bed as he was talking. He notices Peter lying on the bed, busy taking deep breaths with his ears still colored pink and facing the wall to hide from his friend. Ned rolls his eyes, amusement causing his lips to form a grin. Peter made it too easy for him. It takes not more than a squeeze of his side, and the teen rolls onto his back to avoid the tickling, playing right into Ned's hands. Quite literally. Ned's amusement only rises when Peter takes the pillow with him, holding it tightly over his face and avoiding looking at Ned at all costs, too embarrassed to show his face. If he had put the pillow down, he might have done something to hinder Ned from jumping onto him, causing Peter to groan at the sudden weight on him before he found himself pinned, but now with his back pressed into the bed. Ned glances down at his friend, who does not attempt to move, desperately holding onto the pillow like a lifeline.

"Peter?"

"What?" comes the muffled question from under the pillow.

"It's kinda unpolite to not look at someone while talking to them."

"Well, sucks to be you, I guess."

Ned raises an eyebrow at that.

"I have been nice until now, you know. But now you are just asking for it."

He watches the arms tightening around the pillow, fingers burying into the fabric in silent anticipation. Ned shakes his head with a grin on his face.

"Where should I start?" muses Ned as he voices his thoughts. His hand hovers over Peter's stomach, which lies entirely unprotected in front of him. He let out a hum, acting like he had to think fiercely, while lowering his hand, noticing how Peter's body started to stiffen, shaking under his fingers before they could even make contact with the suit. He looks up to see Peter's fingers digging even deeper into the pillow when he finally understands why Peter is reacting so strongly without needing to see what he is doing. Ned retracts his hand and lowers it next to Peter's sides, not touching but barely hovering over them. A twitch runs through the body under him as Ned's hands shoot back to his tummy but still not touching. A whimper mixed with panicked giggles broke from Peter's lips, and Ned couldn't help but laugh at the sound.

"I'm not even touching you, what's wrong? Don't tell me you can feel this with your spidey sense." Ned let his hand shoot forward again, halting his movement just before his fingers could dig in between the spaces of Peter's ribs. His action follows a muffled shriek and a whole body shudder, confirming his suspicion without needing a verbal answer.

"Oh my god, please just get over with it. This is so bahahad," comes the weak protest from under the pillow. Ned's grin grew even wider at that.

"Now you are begging me to tickle you? That's unexpected but kinda adorable."

Without warning, Ned's hands go down, fingers digging into Peter's stomach. Peter's arms tighten the hold of the pillow, his grip tensing in an instant as he feels his friend's fingers moving all over his midriff, causing him to squeak, unable to hold it in and instantly breaking out into laughter. Ned didn't give him a chance to get familiar with any of the touches, switching places and testing his reactions, although years of knowing each other gave him all the knowledge of how to turn Peter into a laughing mess. The feeling of fingernails gliding over the suit that clings to his skin leaves a maddening tingly sensation in their trace, and Peter finds himself unable to stop the high-pitched giggles escaping him. He squirms under the ministrations on his middle, but Ned merely follows his movement, never letting up to knead, scribble, and squeeze away as he pleases.

When the fingers wander downwards, staying right under his belly button, and the touch changes into teasingly light strokes that cause goosebumps running over his arms, Peter tries curling in on himself on instinct, legs hitting against Ned's back.

"Hey, no kicking allowed," with these words, Ned reaches out and tickles the back of Peter's knee, causing the latter to throw his legs back down with a squeal.

"Ready to let go of the pillow, Peter?"

"Nohoho!"

Ned lets out an overly dramatic sigh.

"Peter, you are making this not easier. I tried to refrain from taking such drastic matters against my best friend. But you leave me no other choice."

He shoves his hands under Peter's underarms, resulting in the teen's body buckling under the touch. Peter's arms shoot down to block Ned's fingers from moving, revealing his face. Ned glances down at the sight of his furiously blushing friend, hair a mess from all the moving around and laughter pouring out of him.

"There he is. Now let go of my pillow. I'm afraid you are about to rip a hole in it."

Ned doesn't know how Peter manages to, but the laughing and squirming teen wore a guilty expression and let go of the pillow almost ruefully, causing it to fall onto the floor.

"Thank you, Peter. Now it's gotten dirty."

Ned shakes his head, giving Peter a playfully stern look as he digs deeper into his underarms, wriggling his fingers in a way he knew Peter couldn't stand.

"Ahahahah, I'm sohohohorry!"

"Yeah yeah, of course you are. By the way, you should ask Mr. Stark if he can give the suit another run-over. Either you are very ticklish, or the suit doesn't offer as much protection as it should." Despite laughing his head off, Peter was quick to protest.

"The suhuhiht is just fihiHIHNE!"

To make a point, Ned went back to Peter's stomach, attacking it with kneading fingers. Peter gives a surprised shout at the sudden attack before pressing his head back into the bed, legs kicking out behind Ned as he loses himself into another high-pitched giggle fit.

"So you're admitting that you are insanely ticklish?"

"Youhuhu are suhuhuhch an ahahass."

Ned shrugs his shoulders and grabs behind him, starting to squeeze the place just above Peter's right knee, sending ticklish shocks through Peter's leg, leaving him twitching under him. Deciding that he is done tormenting Peter's knee, Ned went back to paying attention to his upper body, poking at every place that Peter couldn't cover quickly enough.

"I've been wondering, for someone skilled enough to singlehandedly beat up the Winter Solider and Falcon, you are not putting up much of a fight, man."

"I dohohohon't wahant to huhuhrt you!"

Peter regrets his words as soon as he catches a glimpse of the smug grin Ned is wearing while hovering over him.

"You don't want to hurt me?" Ned repeats, hands stilling their movement. He watches the teen under him calm down a little. A bit red around the face, Peter glances up at him while still about to catch his breath.

"You're kinda squishy, and I'm afraid I'm going to break your fingers, or something."

Peter realizes by the display of pure smugness taking over his best friend's face that he just dug his own grave and yeeted himself into it. Willingly.

"Are you telling me I can tickle you however I want, and you won't fight back because I'm, I quote, squishy? Cause that just now sounded like an open invitation to wreck you with tickles, and you not planning to do anything to stop it."

Before Peter can take back his words, Ned pins his arm above his head with one hand while the other hovers over Peter's stomach. Nervous anticipation takes over his whole body as his eyes pinned on the hand, ready to strike at any moment. The smirk Ned is wearing sends a shiver down his spine, and a nervous giggle slips out as Peter knows what is about to happen.

"Any last words, Parker?"

Peter swallows, his lips twitching into a nervous smile.

"Let me live?"

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"Sir, according to the newly installed safety protocol, I must inform you of a significant rise in Mr. Parker's vital signs. The suits measured a fastly increasing heart rate."

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to get irritated by what he just heard.

"I told Parker to call if there is an emergency. Did he ask anyone for backup?"

"None of the Avengers have gotten a request for backup, Sir."

The man takes a sip of his stale coffee, rolling his eyes.

"Call the kid, Friday. And show me a display of his current vitals."

As Friday has stated, the kid's vitals are going wild in front of his eyes. Hate rate and oxygen level showed clear signs of Parker's body being highly stressed.

"Mr. Parker cannot answer your call, Sir."

"Why?"

Tony squints at the numbers shown in front of him. The kid couldn't be unconscious with those vitals. He should be very much awake by the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body, enhanced metabolism or not.

"Mr. Parker doesn't seem to be wearing his mask, Sir."

"Now that's surprising," Tony mutters under his breath as a frown takes over his face.

The kid has always been sensitive to his secret identity. Looking at Parker's stress level with the knowledge of him wearing the suit without his mask leaves Tony with more than one question about what kind of situation the spider-kid got into.

"Friday, track down his location."

"Tracking failed, Sir."

"Is the suit damaged?"

"No damage detected, Sir. Tracking is not possible through an override of the safety protocol."

"Why haven't I been informed about this?"

"The system states the code got overridden about four hours and thirty-six minutes ago by you, Sir."

Tony clicks his tongue, knowing full well that he hasn't been overriding anything as he had been in that annoying meeting. Maybe he underestimated the intelligence of the kid.

"That little smartass. Friday, connect me with Spiderman's suit and activate the microphone. I want to be sure at least I won't have to scrape the kid's dead body off from a random alley."

"Understood, Sir. Presenting live audio of Mr. Parker's suit."

Tony didn't know what exactly he had been expecting. Gunshots? An explosion? Someone threatening to gut Spiderman and Parker snarking back while sounding like he was about to keel over? Maybe something like that. What Stark had not expected were the childlike and a tad panicked-sounding giggles filling up the lab. Knowing that Friday doesn't make mistakes and that this had to be the audio from Spiderman's suit, Tony couldn't help but stand in his lab, feeling a little flabbergasted.

"What am I listening to, Friday?"

"It appears Mr. Parker is laughing, Sir."

He rolls his eyes at the obvious answer, letting a hand run over his face, feeling too tired for whatever the heck this was.

"This is not an emergency, Friday."

"According to the protocol, you are to be informed about any medical anomalies or potential emergencies, Sir." Despite being slightly annoyed over the false alarm, an amused smile dances on his lips. Glancing at the vitals again, Friday had a point. The kid is currently under extreme stress. But not the kind he would have expected.

"I swear I'm dying, Ned. Don't do it, seriously. Nehehed, pleahahase dohohon't. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna dihie- AHH NOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT! STAHAP!"

Tony chuckles at the audio. Giving it a second thought, this does sound like a special kind of emergency the kid was dealing with. He catches himself smirking at the sound of a shriek followed by more pleading and hysterical laughter filling the lab, the owner of the voice none over than Peter Parker. He wasn't sure if he ever heard the kid laugh before. Maybe a sarcastic chuckle from Spiderman as he webs some gangsters upside down against a lamppost. But this now was a completely different story. It was the sound of the kid laughing carefree, entirely unguarded, and Tony caught himself slightly adored at the giggling, wondering how the kid must look while laughing his head off like that.

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"Maybe I should tell Mr. Stark about this?" teases Ned as he is about to go for Peter's ribs when he gets pushed back rather strongly.

"No! Ned, you cannot do that!"

He is taken aback by the panic in Peter's voice, glancing down at his wrists caught between his friend's hands. He realizes quickly that the hold made him immobile, the opposite display of strength Peter had shown just moments ago when he had been weakly batting his hands away.

"What? Do you think the Avengers will use it against you? Scared of getting tickled by your idols?" Ned jokes in a purposely light manner. He furrows his brows as he watches his friend worrying his bottom lip, avoiding eye contact with him, and it strikes Ned that there seems to be a more complex issue they need to discuss. He leans forward, head tilted slightly to the side as he tries to get a look at his best friend's face.

"Peter, what's wrong?"

"It's stupid."

Peter still avoids looking at him. His words are a murmur, barely audible.

"Come on, Peter. Not everyone has superhearing."

Ned patiently waits until Peter heaves out a small, shaky sigh.

"I said it's stupid, Ned."

"What about it is stupid? You being ticklish? There is nothing wrong-"

"They are going to think it's childish."

Peter answers a little louder than deemed necessary before he looks surprised by his outburst, eyes blown wide and instantly flooded with regret. He quickly mutters a breathy sorry, hands releasing the grip around Ned's wrists. Ned furrows his brows as he takes in the kicked-puppy look his friend is wearing.

"Did they ever tell you you are childish?"

Peter's eyes finally meet his, clearly taken back by the question. He stumbles over his words in an attempt to answer, the rambling giving away his nervousness.

"N-No, they didn't. But maybe they think I am." Peter runs a hand through his already messed-up curly locks, chocolate-colored eyes meeting Ned's before he continues.

"I'm not sure, Ned. Mr. Stark calls me kid sometimes, but it doesn't feel like he means it to sound condescending. But at the next moment, someone asks if I have done my homework yet or if I need help with school, and I don't know if they are serious or are just making fun of me for being a high schooler. What do I even answer? "Sure, Mr. Hawkeye, Sir, I could use some help with my history report. Do you think I should ask Captain America if he can explain how the times were before he got turned into a popsicle?"

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Ned couldn't help but snort at Peters's words. His reaction causes Peter's lip to twitch upwards just a teeny bit. At least the sass was still there.

"I would pay money to see you asking him that, just saying." Ned grins when Peter gives a little chuckle. His fingers play with the hem of the mask, running over the newly produced fabric before he glances up at his friend, back to carrying a sober expression.

"I'm afraid they won't take me seriously. A sixteen-year-old high schooler playing superhero, trying to act mature between all those adults. But then it turns out he can't stay serious when someone pokes him. How can I expect them to think of me as one of their partners when everyone knows Spiderman can't stand getting tickled? It just sounds dumb, and I feel dumb-"

"Wow, hold your horses, Mr. Parker."

Peter's eyebrows rise when Ned puts a hand over his mouth, successfully shutting him up. Ned feels conflicted. He had been aware that Peter doesn't tell if he's not feeling all too well right away. He knew about his friend habitually swallowing down whatever plagues his mind and bringing it up when he felt like he was just about to break and that this situation right now was one of those moments where he had to be here for him.

"For someone so smart, you just said a lot of dumb stuff, man."

Ned's lips break into a little grin when Peter rolls his eyes at him and crosses his arms over his chest without attempting to push his hand away. He is willing to listen.

"First of all, you aren't playing a superhero, Peter. You are one. Spiderman is a hero. No matter if he helps someone get home safely at four a.m. or if he fights alongside the Avengers to save the world from weird aliens who try to eat our brains." Ned can feel Peter's lips curling into an amused smile under his palm, feeling encouraged to continue.

"Just between us, as much as I'm a fanboy of the Avengers, we both know Spiderman is the coolest hero." He is met with another round of eye-rolling and laughs it off.

"Don't get silently sarcastic with me, dude. How can you not be a fan of Spiderman? Super-strength, enhanced senses, stick to walls, and has the best punchlines. It's hard to top that, even if you are called Iron Man. I think you are not giving yourself enough credit, to be honest. As you said, you are sixteen and a high schooler. Someone who has to go to school and do his homework. Someone who takes time for his aunt and friends and is always willing to help. Never mind if he's being Peter Parker or Spiderman. You are probably handling just as much, if not more, than the Avengers. You should be proud of yourself."

Sensing Peter wants to say something, Ned takes his hand away. Peter takes a deep breath, giving him a playful look.

"Thank you. I thought I was about to pass out." He chuckles as Ned shoves him against the shoulder with a grin.

"It's not long since we worked together as a team, and I guess I'm just anxious about them thinking of Spiderman as weak." He is back to glancing at the mask in his hold, clenching it slightly in his fingers. Ned waits patiently for his friend to continue. Peter takes a deep breath. "I haven't told you this before, but I'm not hanging out with them after missions. We go debriefing, and I usually go patrolling or home. They invite me to go out or do something together, but that means I have to take off the suit, and I just-"

"You are afraid they won't take Spiderman seriously after getting to know Peter Parker," finishes Ned, his friend's sentence, who struggled after stumbling over his words. Peter shoots him a grateful look for having caught on, visibly having a hard time.

"I trust them to have my back when we fight together, but them knowing about this," Peter stops to gesture vaguely at his own body, but Ned understood what his friend was trying to tell him, "I think I'm not comfortable with them knowing about it. Oh god, all of this is so silly. I'm overreacting, aren't I?"

Peter bends forward, elbows leaning on his knees as he buries his head in his hands with a groan, the tips of his ears dusted in a light red.

Ned gives him a thoughtful look.

"I doubt anyone in their right mind would call someone who catches driving vehicles with his bare hands and getting away without a scratch weak. But it might help if you look at it from a different perspective. It's not Spiderman who is ticklish. It's Peter Parker who is too intelligent and sassy for his own good. Spiderman won't mess up a mission because of this. If the Avengers think a sixteen-year-old beanpole like you is stupid or childish because he breaks into a giggle fit if someone squeezes his side, then they can straight up start calling themselves the world's mighties douchebags."

"Do you want me to relay that message to them the next time we meet?" asks Peter as he glances up at his friend, a grateful smile playing on his lips.

"Only if you want me dead."

"Nah, Spiderman needs his Guy in a chair too much to let him get kicked in the ass by the Avengers."

"Wow, I feel so loved," Ned rolls his eyes but wears a gin on his face, undermining the sarcasm.

Peter laughs at Ned's expression before he puts a hand on Ned's knee, catching his attention. He gives him a bright smile.

"Thank you, Ned."

Peter doesn't have to elaborate further for Ned to understand what he is getting at as a similar smile to Peter's appears on his face.

"Don't sweat it, dude. That's what friends are for."

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"Friday, turn the audio off."

"Of course, Sir."

Tony glances at the ceiling before downing the rest of his coffee.

"Friday put together a list of bonding activities that won't bore the heck out of me but are interesting to a sixteen-year-old, that is too smart for his good. I want this done in twenty minutes."

"Certainly, Sir."

"We also need a "No Masks During Briefings- Protocol" .Wait, scratch that. I want a "No Masks-l In The Tower-Protocol". Show it to me before sending it to the rest of the team."

"Of course, Sir. Will this be all?"

Tony purses his lips.

"This is all, Friday. For now."

#ticklish peter parker #tickle fanfic #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #ned leeds #tickling #marvel #marvel tickle fic #ticklish! peter parker #ticklish #ticklish spiderman

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charlclerc · 4 months

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Spy Landoscar Fic

I received a prompt from my friend about them wanting a one-shot of Lando being taken hostage/kidnapped and Oscar having to save them. They said I could do this normally or part of Spiderman Landoscar “Under the Sunset” but I’m feeling something different?

I decided to split this into 2 parts.

Part 1

Lando and Oscar are spies, working for the same agency and have been partners for a while, often posing as a couple or attending these things together under aliases (as per).

They’re on a mission (haven’t worked out the finer details yet but if you have any suggestions throw them my way, I’m always open to it) and it’s all going well- until it isn’t. They were figured out, ambushed and during their escape, Lando stayed back.

This could be he stayed back to fight off the ambush or to collect what the mission was really for, but Oscar goes as instructed by his handler.

Lando’s been taken, and the agency have specifically instructed that no one is to go looking for him, they’re configuring a plan on if they can get him out.

But Oscar being Oscar… a man in love, not thinking rationally and convinced that they’re planning to kill Lando- builds his own plan of rescue.

Part 2

I imagine even in moments of what seems like certain death, Lando would have a facade of this cockiness, throwing some sass around and overall refusing the demands. He’s being tortured each day and it’s getting worse but he refuses to let up.

(He might even joke about how the embodiment of cool fury is on his way or something idk I haven’t done the finer details like I said)

But Oscar gathers a few people together, making himself a crew and rescues Lando.

There would be a whole sequence here of infiltrating the area, hacking, fighting etc.

I also like to imagine that even though Lando was caught, he’s fully aware that Oscar is on his way because he’d never leave him behind despite orders to. They operate in the same way so he’d be thinking to himself “right now Oscar should be doing this” and he’s literally doing that thing at that moment ??

Oscar comes in all guns-a-blazing as soon as he enters the room where they have Lando.

Feelings are confessed blah blah blah they have a little hot make out session after the bad guys are killed or something.

I wanna work out the finer details of this so badly and like I said I’m open to suggestions! I think this would be so cool to write and it would be fun to explore a spy narrative, I might watch some spy movies to help with it

Lemme know what you guys think!!!

#okay but I just love thinking of ideas #my brain just goes nuts when thinking of stuff #landoscar spy’s #oh god imagine them in suits with splatters of blood having a hot make out #I can’t cope #formula 1 #mclaren #f1 #lando norris #twinkclaren #ao3 writer #ao3fic #oscar piastri #landoscar

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curseofaphrodite · 2 years

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when in doubt, knock out the driver.

summary: peter and you being the #1 chaotic duo. Tried making this one funny and light-hearted because all of us could use a laugh right now. | no pronouns used

"Look at what dad just sent me," you said, handing over your phone to Peter.

It was a video of Spiderman fighting three men at once, which seemed to be a clip from the morning news.

"I feel bad for him, that punch looks like it hurts," you winced, seeing one of them hit Spiderman's face with the back of a gun.

"It does," Peter agreed, rubbing his jaw which still didn't feel the same.

The bus took a sharp right, making you almost fall down. Straightening up, you tutted. "You've gotta stop saying ominous stuff. You talk as if you are Spiderman."

His face drained of blood. He looked around, making sure no other passenger overheard their conversation.

"But he isn't stupid enough to go around dropping hints," you continued, thinking hard. "But of course, if you are Spiderman, I guess that does make you stupid enough to do exactly tha— wait a damn minute."

Uh oh.

You were too shocked to be angry. You were too shocked to form coherent thoughts actually. His eyes were pleading the same word over and over — no, no, no, not here.

"Peter..." you said slowly, trying to laugh it off. "If you're a superhero who slings around the town and wears spandex, you'll tell me, your best friend...right?"

"I'm not Spi-" his words drifted off when he saw or possibly felt something familiar.

Call it his spider senses, but he looked directly over your shoulder, where he could see three or four men in the front seats of the bus, all of them looking innocent enough.

Were they though? The gun poking out of one of their jackets said otherwise.

Several things fell into place.

a) they were definitely that same group of criminals he came across last week.

b) they don't know he's Spiderman and is probably just passing through town.

c) you were still yammering on about something, but he wasn't listening.

He knew he should let it go. It was far too much dangerous to confront them in a bus full of people. But the guns, they made him tick. If something happened, he couldn't even help anyone because he wasn't in his suit.

After a moment of indecision, he decided to change that.

"Y/N, can you hand me over my bag?" he interrupted, pointing to the one you were holding for him.

"Sure, is it your Bat Signal?" you asked, scoffing. "I can't believe you didn't tell me! It's like, what else have you been lying about? Do you even like my meatloaf?"

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" he used his sharp tone, the one he reserved only for extreme cases, like when you eat the last slice of pizza. You instantly focused, wondering why he was serious all of a sudden. "I need you to do something for me."

"But—"

"Spiderman, yes I'm sorry. But right now, can you please trust me?"

You groaned. "What did you do now?"

"Nothing yet," he said, unzipping his bag. "I need to go to the backseat where it's empty and change into my suit. If anyone looks that way, can you please distract them?"

"Wait, what—"

"Just do it, okay?" he said hastily, getting up and moving to the back as unsuspiciously as he could. No one gave him a second glance, which he was grateful for.

Finding out your best friend's Spiderman was enough shock for a day, but of course he had to give you an impossible task too. Fortunately, he was just throwing the suit over his current clothes, but unfortunately, you could see it through the bus's rear-view mirror.

And if you could see it, so could everyone else.

To be fair, no one had looked at the reflection yet but the bus was full of people and statistically, it was impossible to miss what was going on. You had to do something quickly.

What would distract all these people at once? you started panicking, then stood up and pointed to the first unusual thing you saw.

"That guy's got a gun!" you yelled, which made everyone jump in surprise, including the said person.

You sighed in relief because they were staring in the direction completely opposite to Peter. Then you frowned.

Wait what- that guy's got a gun?

The words that left your mouth only registered in your brain, and you gulped, looking at the scene you had caused.

Peter, now fully clad in Spiderman suit, appeared right behind you.

"Why did you do that?" he whispered furiously.

"You asked me to distract them—"

"This is not how you distract—"

"GUN!" A kid yelled, breaking the shocked silence on the bus. Following the example, everyone else started screaming too, getting up from the seats even though they had nowhere to turn to. The driver had headphones on, so he wasn't aware of anything.

"Spiderboy," the Scary Guy in the front said, the one who was so careless with his weapon. He seemed pissed that someone spotted it, and of course, he remembered the vigilante who punched him in the guts last week.

"Wonderful to see you again!" Peter said pleasantly. "But it's Spiderman."

He shot a web to his jacket, trying to get it off the criminal before he could take out the gun. The jacket went skidding across the floor but the gun somehow remained in the owner's hand.

"Aw, c'mon!" Peter yelled, attaching himself to the ceiling right when the first bullet shot rang out.

You yelped and stuck to the side of the bus, chest heaving at how the situation got dark. Peter kept turning to you as he fought, trying to make sure you were alright.

One of the other bad guys made a beeline for you, and you dodged just as they tried to take a swing. Somehow, you made it to the front and immediately wished you hadn't.

"Pete- Spiderman!" you yelled shrilly. "Someone knocked out the driver!"

"What?" he yelled back. "Who the hell is driving then?"

You looked at the empty seat and the passed-out driver, gulping. This day was not going as you planned.

Peter wanted to tell you he was Spiderman, he really did. He even planned a small picnic for next month, where he could break the news slowly. But now he didn't need to worry about that. You knew, and were mad at him, even though you were also fighting for your life.

"This is NOT how I want to spend a Saturday," Peter said, grabbing the collars of two of the men and bonking their heads together. Their eyes rolled in a comical way before they fell onto the floor.

Two down, two to go.

Peter was relieved that the bus was driving in a straight line again, which must mean the driver was back to his senses. The only thing that was confusing was how you were so silent.

For the second time that day, he went uh-oh.

He looked at the front and just like he suspected, the driver was still passed out.

"God, this is how I die," he whispered to himself, remembering how much of a bad driver you are.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Peter's voice yelled, but you didn't dare turn around.

"DRIVING?"

"You can't drive!"

"The bus can't drive itself either," you screamed angrily, nearly hitting a car. You swerved right and went in a different lane altogether, which made all the passengers slide to the side.

Peter kicked the legs of one bad guy with a little too much force, which made him go crashing out the window, breaking the glass into a million shards. The other Scary Guy immediately latched onto Peter's throat.

"YOU CAN'T GO THAT WAY!" Peter said to you, trying to shake off the last guy's grip off his throat. "There's a freaking lake!"

"We can't turn around, this is a highway!"

"Sure, drowning sounds way better," he snapped, pushing back the guy and turning to your side.

He shot a web to the breaks, but it wasn't enough force to physically push it down. Cursing, he took the steering wheel.

"I'M DRIVING!" you said loudly, trying to push him away.

"Y/N, if you don't want a bus full of people to die, get up!"

You wanted to protest, but he used his webs to make you stand up. He sat down, while you stood there blinking confusedly.

"What the fuck do I do?" you asked, internally screaming at the mess.

"Uhh, you fight!" he answered, giving you something distractedly. "That weapon will help!"

You looked at what he gave you and back at him, which was hard to do when the bus was already wobbling so much.

"Peter," you said blankly. "This is a shoe."

"It's very useful—"

Sighing, you threw the shoe out the window, which led to a few cries of protest.

Just as the Scary Guy closed in on you, you took out your knife from your pocket, swinging it through the air and hitting the back of a seat.

"HOW DO YOU HAVE A KNIFE?" Peter yelled, momentarily distracted.

"It's. Useful. At. Times!" you said through gritted teeth, getting up and hoisting yourself to other seats right when the Scary Guy tried to shoot.

"The belt!" one of the kids in the corner yelled.

To this day you have no idea exactly why she said that, but Scary Guy was confused. He looked at his pants and then back at you, which was enough time for you to safely go near him and punch his nose.

Everyone clapped while he fell down. You winced, holding your bruised wist close. "Son of a—"

"Is it over?" Peter asked loudly. "Good because I have no idea how to turn the bus and we're possibly going to die anyway."

One of the passengers raised their hands. "I don't know if this helps but I used to drive school buses until three months ago."

"And you only thought to say this now?" you asked, nodding exhaustedly.

Right after the bus was being driven to the nearest hospital, Peter swung you to the nearest alleyway, where he usually kept his first aid kit. He patched himself up while you stood there and caught your breath.

"This is probably not the best time, but why the hell didn't you tell me you are Spiderman sooner?"

"I was going to!" he said defensively. "Today happened before I got a chance."

"You're lying," you said, laughing. "You're too much of a saint. You probably thought I would get hurt. Which is a choice you can't make because you're getting in danger yourself! I'm not standing by when—"

"Actually," he interrupted, hesitating. "You know what the friendly neighborhood spiderman could use?"

"Sleep?"

"Help."

You didn't understand where he was going with it, but he stayed silent until you did.

"Oh!" your face softened, first signs of excitement already showing. "You want me to help you? Like the person in the chair?"

"More of The Person Fighting Beside Me," he corrected. "I could use a crime-fighting partner and I'd rather have you safe, but did you see how well you fought back there?"

"You're serious? Oh gods Peter please tell me you're not joking," you almost hugged him, but withdrew the last second knowing he's hurt all over.

"I'm not, I'll probably end up regretting it but," he shrugged. "It'll be fun."

You laughed again, this time exhilarated. "So much fun. Thank you Pete, I swear I'll start uhm, training? Making my suit?"

"Oh right, forgot about that part," he said, standing up straighter. "Do you want me to make you your own web-shooters or something?"

"No!" you were quick to answer. "That's your thing. I think I'll stick with my style for now."

"And what's that?"

You smiled, taking your sharp weapons out of the pocket. "Knives."

He blinked in shock. "How do you even have these many knives- I wouldn't be surprised if you're secretly a vigilante too."

"Maybe I am," you said dramatically, staring off into the sky like the villain of a fantasy series. "And Peter?"

"Yeah?" he met your eyes curiously.

"Next time we go somewhere, we're definitely taking the subway."

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mediocrebnhablog · 3 years

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Kiribaku+ bakusquad hcs

Getting together

This is a long one and if I had the talent I'd just make it a fic

They liked eachother for a long time before finally getting together but didnt wanna ruin their friendship and thought the other was way too good for them.

They each talked to the squad about their crush but they told different people. So it wasn't a Person C looks on in exasperation situation.

Sero was the first to notice something off and asked kirishima about it. Kiri tried to reassure him it was nothing but after a couple weeks of sero gently reminding him he was there to listen kiri finally told him he might have a crush on bakugo. Hes just coming around to understanding and accepting this himself so that's why he didnt come to sero before. Every once in a while sero will get a text saying how manly bakugo is but other than that it stays quiet.

Mina is next to notice. She thought kiri had a thing for bakugo for a while and hes only been getting more blushy. So she confronts him to make sure shes right. She may be the gossip queen but she makes sure the rumors have some hard facts behind em. Kiri gets really akward and tries to laugh it off but the blush definitely says otherwise. Shes a good friend though so she pretends to believe him and tells no one.

In second year when kiris crush gets bad and he decides he wants to win bakugo over. Sero tries to help but hes not very good at this stuff so he suggests mina. Kiris hesitant at first but realizes shed definitely be the best person to help. She pretends to be shocked and agrees to help him. After a week or so though she lets something slip and when kiri asks her about it she admits she knew about his crush for months.

Kaminari doesnt know about kiris crush but he did notice bakugo being alot more snappy and growly when people would flirt with kirishima. He makes a joke about bakugo being jealous and he gets yelled at. Most people would think this was all bakugo being bakugo. Hes always growly and when is he not yelling?? But kami knows somethings different. Hes surprisingly observant. When they're alone he tells him its totally ok to crush on kiri and he could talk to him about it if he wanted. Bakugo obviously yells at him and denies it but kami just laughs it off and tells him again he can come talk whenever.

Because kaminari fears no God when he and bakugo are out of ear shot he'll tease him about kiri. This goes on for a few weeks but then bakugou mellows out a bit and usually just mumbles and pouts after his usual threats (that are definitely for show). When they're completely alone with no chance of anyone hearing bakugo scream he starts casually talking about kiri and the rest of the squad. He doesnt mention the crush and when he notices bakugo is actually listening he talks more and more about kiri specifically. Eventually he sees that bakugo has a soft look on his face and a small blush and that's when he brings up the crush.

Bakugou looks like he wants to yell at him but it comes out really soft when he says "shut up why should I care about that?" Kaminari laughs and tells him his secret is safe and that bakugo should totally go for it. He even says he'll help bakugo "get over his emotional constipation." At that point bakugou does try to blow him up but he accepts the help none the less.

So for many more months kiri and bakugo are flirting with eachother more trying to win the other over while they get flustered at any attempts the other makes. So when bakugo invites kiri somewhere kiri asks if the rest of the squad is going. Or when kiri flirts the way mina taught him to bakugo gets really flustered and yells stfu. Because bakugo gets red when hes angry (seperate hc) kiri doesnt think it's a blush and thinks he doesnt like the flirting.

Kaminari doesnt know about kirishimas crush on bakugo and mina and sero dont know about bakugous crush on kirishima cause they're all great friends who would take this secret to their grave if need be. So after every attempt to flirt with each other the squad is just in the background being supportive. Like "nice try man we'll get him next time" :D trying to reassure them "no, no he totally likes you back! Did you see that blush?"

The reveal happens cause bakugo caught sero and mina setting something up for him and kiri. Bakugo catches them and when he asks about it they get all jumpy. He threatens them but even then they wont say so he tells them if it's a prank it better not affect him. They swear it's not a prank so bakugo leaves it at that.

Later when kiri asks him to hang out later he brings him to the same spot. Bakugo obviously recognizes it but doesnt say anything. Kiri doesnt seem to find the different look of the place surprising so obviously he knew about it and theres no way kiri would do something weird. They're just hanging out but bakugo quickly realizes how romantic the atmosphere is compared to the last time they visited. He gets all shy thinking "wait does this mean he actually likes me back?"

Kirishima and the rest of the squad who were totally not spying see how bkg is acting and are excited cause this means their plans are finally working :D

Mina and kami get excited and accidentally make a noise. Bakugo and kiri dont notice thankfully but the other 3 do and they see eachother. [Insert spiderman meme] It turns into a "what are you doing here" "what are you guys doing here?" "I asked you first"

They try to be casual and keep it secret but they're bad at it and realize kiribaku like eachother cause why else would they other be there unless they were also totally not spying on the not yet couple.

They accidentally make another noise and this time they're caught. Kiri and bakugo are confused why the part of the squad that doesnt know about their crush is there but they forget about it when they realized they were being spied on. Mood ruined so they head back to the dorms.

For the next week the squad is trying to keep the fact that they like eachother back a secret cause they're not supposed to know while also being "dude trust me on this he like you back!"

After that week they're studying in one of their rooms and the tension is so thick kiri could cut through it without his quirk. They're both thinking about the Not Date but bakugo is thinking more about kami telling him he knows kiri likes him back.

After a couple hours of silence (not even kirishima asking for help) bakugo snaps. He demands to know what's up. Kiri laughs and tries to brush it off but bakugo calls bullshit. He brings up the Not Date and ask what exactly that was. Kirishima is stammering to the point bakugo cant make out any words and bakugo cuts him off asking if he likes him. Kiri tries to say yeah and imply that he likes him as a friend. Bakugo thinks the answer is too vague and makes him specify how exactly kirishima likes him. Kirishima thinks about lying but after hearing mina and sero tell him for a week that bakugo definitely likes him back he tells the truth.

After realizing what he said he gets nervous and starts rambling. He tells him why he likes him and the more he talks the more scared he gets. He tries saying how it's not that big a deal and it doesnt change anything and he totally understands if bakugo doesnt like him back.

Half way through bakugo comes out of his shock that kiri likes him back and grabs kiri by the front of his shirt. Kiri doesnt know what's happening and doesnt realize hes being pulled in until a second after bakugo starts kissing him. When he does register what going on he immediately kisses back. When they finally pull back bakugo whispers "shut up shitty hair. I like you too." This time kiris the one who pulls him in. He practically jumps on bakugo like an excited puppy as he throws his arms around him neck.

They could keep going but they have homework and bakugo knows kiri must have gotten alot wrong if he got anything done at all cause he didnt ask for help once in 2 hours.

When the bakusquad sees them the next day they're holding hands and bakugo yells at them to shut up multiple times before giving up. Not once does he let go of kirishima though.

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onelastbreath-writes · 3 years

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I Spy

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Fem!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Brief mention of bad(abusive/manipulative) parents, general adult topics, swearing.

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a bar, you date, you fall in love, and oops, it turns out you’ve both been lying about your careers. Classified only stays classified until you get assigned a mission together. (SpecOps&Spies, with Young!Frankie)

A/N: Hey guys, I was bad and started another fic. Whoops. This one is for Triple Frontier because I love that soft boi Francisco. The flavour of this fic, the vibe if you will, is basically the spiderman pointing meme. I’ve vaguely set the timeline to like mid-2000s? so I’ll be trying my best to stay true to technology and aesthetic of the era. There was so much denim. Anyways, that means I’m trying to write for about a 27-33 year old Frankie and a similarly aged reader. I don’t see this series being more than a couple chapters at best, so it’ll be short and sweet. Also, like, very little angst if I can help it; I just want this one to be a good, cute, fun read. Hope y’all enjoy! Xoxo

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“So, you’re coming out tonight, right? You’re not busy or anything?”

“Please don’t say it like that, you know how busy work actually is. And I’m a grown woman; if I didn’t want to go to a shady dive bar with you and your very loud friends from the office, I’d say so,” You loved your best friend, and you missed spending time together, but you really couldn’t say the same for her co-workers.

You had nothing against the women she worked with, and you found that they were all perfectly lovely and usually quite fun to be around… it was just that when the alcohol came out, the volume control and verbal filters disappeared.

You wouldn’t say that barhopping was what you’d prefer to be doing tonight, along with more or less babysitting your friend and her friends, but you didn’t know when you’d next be able to squeeze in a night off to just hang out and have fun, so this was happening. You would laugh and smile and keep the drunk secretaries from going home with questionable people, and then you would look back on your ladies’ night with fond memories until you could eventually attend another.

You had known when you picked your career that it would be an around-the-clock, all-day, every-day sort of thing. You never deluded yourself into thinking you would have much of a social life or long-term relationships. Most partners, hell even most friends, would have a problem with you jetting off for weekends, or disappearing for days at a time under mountains of paperwork and appointments.

It just made your best friend that much more important to you. You’d met as kids, went through years of school beside each other, hung out, did stupid teenager things and then stupid young adult things together. You’d cried and laughed and fought and made up a million times, you’d gone to different colleges and still kept in touch, moved away, moved back, and you were still going strong. She was your ride-or-die, your anchor and your parachute and everything in between, so if you could use some of your precious, hoarded, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time off to see her, that’s just what you’d do.

“You should take some of that fire, and direct it at your boss. Tell him no for a change. I’d love to see his face at that!” She meant well, always trying to look out for you and your health when it came to your beyond demanding job. You weren’t even allowed to tell her a fraction of what you were doing in your professional life, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from being ready to throw fists at your employer at a moment’s notice.

“One does not simply tell the über-rich that they don’t need to fly to Paris, again. Being a PA is a full-time nannying gig, except your charge is an adult who can argue when you say no, and you cannot put them on timeout when they’re being a brat. Where he goes, I go, and unless something drastic happens, it will probably continue on like that for a while.” She laughed at your jokes, and your heart hurt a little less at her glee. You knew she would never give up on you or blame you for your work being unpredictable, but that didn’t make the sting of last-minute cancels and missed outings hurt any less, for either of you.

“But it must be nice, just getting on a plane and going somewhere amazing at the drop of a hat. Travelling the world like a superstar, meeting people, having amazing adventures with mysterious strangers…”

“Easy there, Mamma Mia, your wanderlust is showing. And I’d take you with me in a heartbeat if I could. You were born to be a jetsetter, not to be stuck in this town with nothing but the office cubicle beside you to stare at. And I still think you should apply for one of those immersive culture grants you keep mooning over. They’d be fools not to fund your writing expedition!” She was an incredible person, three full degrees to her name in the time it took a normal student to get one, and a brain that could run miles around the rest of the professionals in her field. But she was tethered to this quiet backwater town, and she wasn’t free to fly like she deserved.

“You know I can’t just… go, like you can. My mom, it’d just break her heart… I don’t want to leave her alone, not after Dad,” You honestly doubted that you’d ever meet a woman more horrible and undeserving of her own daughter’s kindness. Helen was a parasite full of lies and manipulations and greed, and she had attached herself like a bad rash to your friend after she’d chased away the rest of her family members.

Your friend searched for the good in everyone, but you wished she’d stop looking for it at that home.

“You deserve your own happiness and freedom, and she should be encouraging you to spread your wings if and when you’re ready.” Politicking your friend was never something you enjoyed. She was the last person you wanted to use your negotiating credentials and sly subterfuge tactics against, but you wanted, needed, her safety and health more. You considered it almost bribery; dangling her dream future in front of her in exchange of being rid of the garbage in her life.

“Hey now, we’re getting way too deep into sad-drunk night conversations, and this is strictly a happy-fun-drunk night. Please leave all baggage and woes at the door, thank you!” You admitted your defeat and surrendered your verbal power point on Why Helen Needs to Disappear. You would get her next time for sure, give her the accelerant to burn down that bridge. “Anyways, the reason I called was to remind you of our haunt for the night. One of the girls, Kelly, you remember Kelly, found this adorable little hole in the wall. A total boys’ club apparently: darts, pool, sports games on the TV, but Kelly’s sister’s friend’s brother Tyler said the place was a favourite of the local army guys. So, if nothing else, we’ll at least have some hunks to look at for a while. It’ll be great!”

You jotted down the directions to the bar as she listed them, and the time you were expected to arrive there.

“Oh! And wear that cute little blue number you bought last spring; I know you still have it so don’t you dare lie. It makes your ass and legs look divine, and I think you could stand to make a new acquaintance tonight.” That Little Blue Number was buried in the back of your closet where you had hoped it would remain forever, but luck was not on your side tonight it seemed. But it did make you look, and feel, fantastic. It was just so… breezy. “And heels! Real ones, not your cute little personal assistant kitten heels. Those black strappy ones would work like a dream!” You just sighed dramatically into the receiver and agreed to her demands.

“I’ll let you go now, and yes, I suppose I can be presentable tonight, dress and all. See-ya later!”

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Hole in the wall was right. This place was basically underground it was so on the D.L. It was warm inside though, and in the middle of autumn with so much skin on display, you could not be more pleased to get away from the chilled outside air.

You would describe the interior as comfortable with a hint of rustic; lots of warm dark wood and low lights, mixed with the soft Latin music crooning in the background and the few patrons’ conversations adding to the ambience.

All in all, it was probably the nicest dive bar you’d been to in your hometown.

Your party was easy to spot where they had claimed a group of pushed together tables towards the far side of the establishment, and you carefully made your way over to them in your tricky high heels.

You said your hellos to returning faces and introduced yourself to the new additions, and accepted the chair you were pointed to and the drink pressed into your hand.

And so, the hours rolled.

You had enjoyed two fruity cocktails and a flaming shot before you called it quits on the alcohol for the night. You still had a few hours to sober up enough to drive home safely, and you would be able to help the girls get to their rides and ways home too. You appreciated having a social drink or two, but you didn’t care for hangovers and would happily take slightly tipsy over party-hard drunk anytime. Plus, your contract stated you were on-call, always, and you could be required to navigate high-stress negotiations at the drop of a hat. It was just better to cut yourself off, then reap the consequences of your actions later.

You tapped your friend’s shoulder as you walked past and leaned over to talk into her ear. “I’m getting some water for the table; do you want anything else?”

“Mmmm, no I think we’re good for now, thanks!” She was plastered already, but she had a huge grin on her face and was laughing at her co-workers’ stories, so you considered it a win of a night. You gave her a pat goodbye and swayed your way to the bar.

But you just were not accounting for the uneven floorboards, or how much your heels affected your currently less than steady equilibrium, and before you could blink you were teetering over into a nasty fall.

“Whoa there, easy does it, muñequita” Arms wrapped around you and pulled you back into a warm chest. “Careful now, don’t go twisting an ankle in those fancy shoes.”

You certainly did not account for the man you turned around to face. Wow.

His hands glided respectfully from where he had caught you around the waist to your still bent and held out elbows, steadying you as you swayed dangerously again.

Warm brown eyes, soft brown curls, and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you knew that it wasn’t left over adrenaline from your near wipeout. He was gorgeous and handling you so gently, and you wanted to spend forever in that moment.

“Hey there, palomita, I’m Frankie, can I buy you a drink?”

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coco96 · 4 years

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LDAF - PP Romantic

Dangers Of The Job (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Arguing Fighting, mugging, injury, swearing Request: Could you do a male reader x peter Parker where they get into a heated argument about peter’s hero activities? They don’t talk for days until mreader gets mugged/hurt and peter saves the day and they fluff it out?

Break In (Peter Parker X Stark!Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Gun, shooting, severe injury Request: ... she has her own iron man suit and gets severely injured while she and peter are on a mission and peter blames himself for not being able to stop it. Lots of angst

New Braces (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Self-conscious reader Requests: ... reader and peter are dating and reader just got braces but is insecure and Peter just thinks they look cute

Arranged Plans Cancelled (Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader) Warnings: Bad friends Request: Stark!Reader is often hurt by others, like people will arrange plans + blow her off/friends will make plans in front of her + not invite her. people will get her to do their homework for them bc they know she can’t say no. Peter Parker thinks its really unfair but she handles it really well + doesn’t make a fuss. one day Steve/Tony/someone accidentally upsets her (maybe they cancel plans she’s been really looking forward to or something) and Peter just loses it. she’s really shocked that he noticed and he’s standing up for her. She goes to Midtown too …

Pick Locking (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Minor injuries Request: … “ I teached you how to pick a lock and this is how you’re using that skill” For peter parker?

Meet My Girlfriend! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader where they’re really close friends and do things that every one else assumes they’re a couple ... she goes w/ him to one of tonys parties ... + he introduces her as his gf without thinking + she’s really confused + he remembers he never actually asked her out?

Unwanted Messages (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Unwanted flirty messages, mention of homophobia Request: … Where the reader always leaves his things around and one day peter sees his phone and sees that she’s been getting messages from females saying flirtatious things and assumes that the reader is cheating on him. But there’s a happy ending

Feeling Insecure (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Swearing, self consciousness Request: … peter parker x bi!male reader that M!R is popular in school and has girls/boys throwing themselves at him and peter feels insecure that M!R will leave him for someone else but with a fluffy(happy) ending

Stolen Sweaters (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: ... Just he knows her from school. And something with her just walking around wearing his jumpers and they’re really big on her and he just thinks she’s really cute and just some wholesome love fluff? ...

Bringing the Boyfriend Home (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of tattoos, piercing and mild violence/threat Request: … peter wants to introduce male reader to the avengers but the male reader has like tattoos, piercings etc. And the avengers are skeptical of him but he ends up being/acting like a gentleman that he even makes an impression on the black window

New Kind of Helicopter Parenting (Peter Parker X Stark!Reader) Warnings: Being Spied on Request: Peter Parker × Stark! Reader FLOOFY??💜💜💜They’re in the tower and like watching movies and cuddling and the Avengers are spying at them (and Tony is like so excited cause his ship has sailed!!)

Overwhelmed (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: mention of neglect, divorce, dysfunctional family Request: … she’s in the year below him and is under a lot of stress because she has to help look after siblings and her siblings’ pets and keep up with school interventions and end of topic tests and big exams coming up. And Peter starts to notice that she’s not acting like herself and then she starts to cancel dates cos she doesn’t have time and he understands but wants to make sure she’s okay and she just breaks down so they cuddle and he says he’ll help

Only You (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Insecurity/ mild jealousy Request: ... reader and his best friend are like super friendly twords each other that other people think they are girlfriend/boyfriend and peter feels as if the male reader will leave him for her(best friend) but male reader reassures peter he’s the only one for him

Movie Scenes (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of explicit scene and sexual mention. Request: ... reader has to do an explicit erotic ... scene for a film and peter get jealous that he doesn’t speak to the MR. Then MR tries to figure out why peter is mad and then they just talk it out with peter in MRs arms. …

Dresses (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of Homophobia, arguing and yelling Request: … male reader and Peter are watching a show that includes drag queens and reader is like “is that ok? Can you dress like that and not get beat up?” And peters response is “ you can, you might still get beat up but I’ll protect you!” … Bucky and Steve walk in on them … and one of them gets mad at reader for dressing like a girl and reader runs off crying … And eventually even though still uneasy whoever said it was wrong accepts it. …

Metallic Limbs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of injury and loss of limbs, mention of surgery Request: … Reader is a quadruple amputee after the Chitauri attack in Manhattan. Tony, As the one who found her in the rubble, feels inclined to watch over her and help her in any way he can. So he has her fitted with state of the art cybernetic limbs. Years later, reader is coming to the avengers HQ to get a tune up and she meets the friendly neighbourhood sideman without the mask. Tony is unsure if he’s okay with them being so chummy together.

Hacker (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of cheating. Request: Can you do one where the reader is dating Peter and she’s a hacker who sells information to support herself (her parents are gone) and she knows Peter is Spider-Man and he somehow finds out who she is?

Tickle Fight! (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: … she’s a hacker and they’re at Stark towers working together(maybe she’s tony’s daughter?) He’s working on his web shooters and y/n is bored so she keeps giving him sneaky little tickles to distract him then pretends she’s innocent and after a while he starts a tickle fight being 100% done with her shit? Bonus if the avengers walk in and ship it? Thx luvly sorry it’s so long😚

Gliding (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Heights Request: ... she brings Peter to the Avengers tower balcony on a beautiful night to show her wings manifesting ... and then they she soon strongly carries him in his arms for a ride and when they get back to the balcony they have their first kiss?

Prom Night (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: The reader can control things like gravity, stars, cosmic energies( energies found in space) and other spacey things and can create blackholes and stars and things like that, and she asks peter out to prom by making him a constellation with her powers. She can manipulate bodies in space but also has powers on earth that she uses for crime fighting super sonic flight, super strength photokinesis astrokinesis.

Dad Duties (Clint Barton X Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: Reader is Clint’s daughter who is a mutant and is dating Peter Parker?

Visiting (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: … it’s peterparker x fem!reader but she’s an australian hero only working with the avengers part time or something. Thanks

Gymnastic Lessons (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Mention of heights Request: Could you do one where Peter is dating the reader and he thinks the fact he can swing around on his webs is pretty cool and then he finds out they’re an aerialist who’s like, really good? Sorry if that’s a little weird

Spider’s Boyfriend (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Request: Maybe you could make a peter parker x jock male reader where peter introduces reader to the avengers and the avengers like really like him that there like complaining that he has to leave and go home at the end

A Little Help (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) WARNINGS: PANIC ATTACKS AND ANXIETY Request: … Reader is a clasdmate of Oeter but they never really talked because shes hella introverted? And hes outside as Spiderman when he sees her having a panic attack and comes to her and comforts her. And she recognizes his voice and thats the start of their friendship.

Really? (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Neglect of family Request: ... reader where her parents are always busy + away from home + she’s sorta starved for affection so to speak. theyre at peters house doing some science project for school. She figures something out. And then peter just casually praises her. he sees how surprised she is + is sad when he realises whats happening with hee parents + starts to go out of his way to find reasons to give her just little bits of affection and praise so she knows she is appreciated?

Darkness (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Fear of the dark Request: … peter parker x stark!reader where she watches horror films in the dark alone a lot. peter stays overnight + realises she sleeps w/ the lights on. When he (persistently) asks why she admits that shes afraid of the dark but everyone expects her to be brave just like her father is so she pretends but really shes just a scared little girl. W/ fluff and cuddles with peter parker

Mirror Image (MJ X Twin!Reader) Request: … Peter sees MJ’s twin (Y/N) and mistakes her identify and leaves embrasssed after declaring she looks prettier today…After feeling embrasssed he walks into the real MJ and MJ bring the snarky person we love, explains why Peter was distracted and later on Peter realizes she has a twin …

Bloody Bed (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Bullying, Injury, blood, wounds, stitches Request: ... reader gets bully at school, so one day reader is crying on the roof. Spiderman sees it and talks to reader who is crying. Then after that the spiderman visis reader almost every day but one day while visiting spiderman is badly injued and the reader takes care of spidey and by accident the reader name is called by peter while thanking him.

Support (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Extremely religious family Request: ... Peter is in love with a boy who is religious and very correct, does not say bad words, does not commit bad deeds, does not drink alcohol or anything of those things and is also in love with Peter but has trouble accepting it because he has always been told he has that is with women the boy is also a super hero and works with the avengers ...

Karen (Peter Parker X Stark!Reader) Request: … Peter is in love with the daughter of Iron Man and the daughter of Iron Man of Peter but she is super shy and antisocial so she does not know how to get close to Peter, she knows that he is spiderman and without his father knowing she hacks the suit Peter and pretends to be Karen :)

Awkward Peter (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: ... she is Tony’s daughter and Peter is really awkward around her because obviously, you know, Tony Stark is her dad and he wants to impress him? And just a bunch of awkward Peter and sassy reader?

Signs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Insensitive comment Request: ... mute!reader where he learned to sign to her; they’re really close& stuff & he helps her w/ work, translating her questions to teachers, etc. A few days after she & Peter start dating, she meets Tony who makes a joke about being used to fans being stunned into silence. Peter just gets really angry & defensive & starts ranting, stepping in front of the reader protectively; she just reaches out & signs that it’s okay. When tony realises he obviously apologises.

Parker! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Bit of bullying, angry over protective dad. Request: Tony Stark’s daughter is popular and in a band and at a concert, Peter is getting picked on for being alone so Reader goes and kisses him and hugs him, surprising everyone with their secret relationship, much to Tony’s disapproval.

Shared Pain (Peter Parker x Reader) Warnings: Pain, mild violence, swearing, mild spoilers Request: Peter Parker x reader soulmate au reader doesn’t want a soulmate and has kind of hated peter but then it ends up all good

Blind Meeting (Avengers X Blind!Reader) Request: What about a platonic peter parker x reader where the reader is really nervous to meet the avengers because shes blind but peter assures her that itll be fine and the avengers end up loving her

Things We Used To Share (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Sad boi Request: Petet parker x reader based on the song “things we used to share” by thomas sanders??

Kiss Of Life (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death, drowning, blood, injury, plane crash Request: … reader is recruited to be an Avenger and she has oceanic powers and when they were all on a tense dangerous mission, Peter was hurt badly and fell over deep into the ocean so the reader jumps in and grabs him, pulls him onto the shore, kissing him (which is a power she has that heals people) to take his pain away?

New Life (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Teasing Request: ... reader is Clints teenage daughter from a previous relationship before Laura. She’s kind of loner and a punk chick but keeps to herself. Laura sends her with her father to try to open her up and make some friends in the city. She ends up falling for peter cause she loves geeky guys.

Not My Best Friend (Peter X Overweight!Fem!Reader) Warnings: Bullying, teasing, body issues, mild swearing Request: … They go together to highschool, have some classes together, and reader takes ballett lessons after school, with some of the girls from her grade - and she’s getting bullied by them (=issues), even by Peter’s new, popular ass girlfriend (not Gwen, bless her). And Peter finds out. And saves the day. …

Missing My Voice (Tony X Fem!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Blood, surgery, needles, injury Request: … reader loves to sing and play the guitar and a ton of other instruments but goes mute during a mission (due to an injury), and how it impacts Peter and Tony? And can Tony like, go to a ton of doctors and stuff to try and find a solution? Whether he does or doesn’t is up to you. Thanks in advance!

Copy Cat (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: … reader shapeshifts into different people/ animals an uses it to survive, so one day peter parker sees himself stealing something and it ends up in a fight until he realizes she’s a girl? you can pick the ending

Fight Me (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader, Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Threatening (not serious) Request: Hey can I get a Tony x daughter reader where she’s always says fight me like someone says “I Was sitting there” and she says fight me ect. Anyway lots of fluff a little Peter x reader too- Og I forgot Tony x daughter reader fight me she like pure™ thanks😘

Name Of Love Pt 1 (Peter Parker X Reader) *Collab*

Here every step of the way (Peter Parker X Reader) SERIOUS WARNING: EATING DISORDER Request: Would you, by any chance, be able to do an imagine based off of the Peter Parker x bulimic reader that I requested a while ago? If not that’s fine. X

Hacking Fun (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: ... peter Parker is dating a girl who’s extremely shy and she knows he’s Spider-Man? He brings her to the tower to do homework and tony teases them through the intercom system. But the reader is super smart and hacks his system and shuts him off and tony is impressed so he invites her over more often. He gets her to hack everyone for laughs and pranks.

Real Life Avatar (Peter Parker X Reader) Request: ... reader can control the elements and peter is like “wow you are the freaking Avatar” or something like that? ...

Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Blood, getting shot Request: … reader is Tony’s teenage daughter who’s dating Peter and she’s just the type of person everyone loves but she’s also a really good hacker and fighter so she does missions sometimes and she ends up getting shot? …

Better Choice (Tony Stark X Cousin!Reader, Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: One swears and mentions of bed relationships and breakups Request: The reader is Tonys younger cousin (teenager) and she starts falling for Peter and tony just pets it happen because he’s better than any boyfriend the reader has had before

Retainers (Peter Parker X Teen!Reader) Request: ... there are both Avengers in training living in the Avengers tower, and they are both in braces stage where they wear their retainers at night. Then they get called out for a mission in the middle of the night, and forget to take them off, and the rest of the team sort of jokes around with them? Thank you!!

Prankster (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Pushing someone off a roof? Request: Helloooo! Could i request a peter parker x reader where the reader is the son/daughter of wade wilson and can turn invisible. So they like peter and love playing pranks on him and one time they go invisible and kiss him!

“Mr Rogers?”(Steve X Son!Reader, Peter X Male!Reader) Warnings: Over protective father? Request: … reader is Steve Rogers’ son (14-15) and he’s a really protective dad, but the reader is dating Peter Parker and Steve goes dad-mode on them? …

One Drink (Adult!Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Jealousy, swearing Request: ... they go to a bar and the reader runs into there old friend and from toms point of view it look like the old friend is really touchy and the reader is okay with it so Tom drags the reader him without saying a word they have a little argument in the house and then the reader clears it up ...

Telling Him (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of coming out and past murder Request: … reader is Tony’s son (probably an adoption situation?) and is closeted gay… maybe after Peter is already a part of the avengers, and not during Civil War? …

You’ve What!? (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Sexual themes, drinking, threatening Request: ... reader is the babygirl of the avengers, and has been datind Peter Parker for a long time, but they dont bother them ... but one day they a little drunk and playing “ Never have I ever” and someone ask: “had sex” and Peter and reader drink, and everybody freaks out ...

Who Is It? (Tony X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2 Request: … Tonys daughter is sitting in the living room being like ‘hey I hacked into your system ‘cause I’m your super smart daughter and have no where else to go’ and Tony starts to get really protectiv over her. And then finds out that she is falling in love with Peter, but Tony is basically the last one to find out? …

Peter Parker dating reader with bulimia would include . . .

Dating Peter Parker and having powers would include…

Dating Peter Parker and being on Team Cap would include …

Noticing (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader is the youngest avenger and a witch and always helps T'Challa, Peter and Scott become closer to the team? Idk maybe she gossips with them or requests to go on a mission to make them feel included ...

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Hey! I LOVE THE IDEA OF INVISIBLE PETER PARKER!!! PLS PLS PLS WRITE SOMETHING! I LOVE READING YOUR WORK! (also, I hope you're safe and healthy in the quarantine)

Hello, love, I am doing alright in quarantine, and I hope you are too, including anyone who sees this! Stay safe, people, oh, AND WEAR YOUR MASKS!!! Also, thank you for the ask, I will do my best to meet your expectations! :)

So, with Invisible! Peter Parker you have two options. (I’m sure there’s more, don’t come at me) But obviously we have Peter being able to turn invisible after his spider bite. The second one would him having a lab incident and causing temporary invisibility. Basically, in this post I’m going over both options cause why not:

Peter Parker becoming invisible In a Lab Accident Au:

Btw, to me, this is more of a crack idea, but it's still really fun to think about, also it includes Harley, so bonus points:

The accident happens of course when Tony isn't there. Harley and Peter are in the lab, probably touching things they wouldn't be aloud to touch if Tony were there, but Mr. Stark's on a very important buisness trip.

Basically how it goes is they're both there, something spills, and then the next moment Peter's gone. Harley can still hear him AND he can still feel when Peter touches him.

Peter's immediate response is to call Mr. Stark, but Harley, being the little shit that he is, claims that it would just be an inconvenience for Tony to have to come all the way home when the effects might where off in an hour or so.

Long story short, the effects don't wear off in an hour, so Harley's next big idea is to prank the remaining workers and Avengers in the Compound. Peter agrees, easily. (They're two reckless teenagers, what do you expect?)

So, Harley goes bursting into the common room, invisible Peter in tow, complaining about there being a ghost at the Compound. The Avengers are not impressed.

Instead, Harley claims he can now lift things with his mind. And this leads to Peter following behind Harley all day and just picking random things up.

It works ever better because Peter can lift up to 10 tons, so the Avengers just go around asking Harley to lift cars and fridges and whatnot.

The day before Tony gets back, everyone finds out Peter was turned invisible after the boy accidentally walked in on Steve and Bucky ✨ passionately ✨ making out on the couch when they thought no one was home.

(To lesson it up the two men were broken apart by the sounds of a sixteen-year old screaming like a girl)

And because the Avengers are now in on the fun and games, they decide one last prank on Tony couldn't do any harm.

So, when Tony gets back the next day and as he goes for his cup of coffee, Peter has the great idea to just say 'boo.' That's all, nothing harmful.

What Peter doesn't expect is for Tony to throw his hot-steaming coffee at the invisible boy.

Tony's freaking out because there's just floating coffee splatters in the air and Peter's screaming because his t-shirt is soaked with a hot liquid. It hurts, ok?

Tony doesn't stop screaming until Harley explains that it was a joke and he's like, "My heart can not take your bullshit, Keener."

Harley then has to explain that Peter's the one invisible and that just leads Tony into more a fit by trying to find a cure for the boy.

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Ok that was kind of a rush, but it was also just a crazy idea I had planned in my head and I just wanted to get it out there. The next part is Peter becoming invisible after the Spider bite and a legitimate short story! Please enjoy!

First, before we get into the story, imagine Peter turning invisible after the spider bite and him not knowing what to do as he watches May and the police frantically trying to find him because he’s labeled as “missing.”

On to the story:

Peter's been watching Mr. Stark and the rest of the team run around the quinjet for the last forty minutes. They were supposed to be inflintrating a Hydra base by now, but after Clint and Natasha went in a half a hour ago and went radio silent, the Avengers have been freaking out.

Their two spies were supposed to be in and out, place the bomb, give a warning through the coms and leave and escape on the plane. Obviously their plan backfired, and now Peter's sitting and playing with the thread of string coming from the bench he's on.

He's not worried, he can still hear the two's heartbeat within the building. Actually, at the moment, his only job is to focus on his teammate's breathing, but for a second his mind slips and picks up the remaining Avengers in the background, "We aren't getting in Rogers, that is a secured building that Romanoff couldn't get in! They were caught, unless you can turn invisible, then we're at a lost cause!"

Peter rolls his eyes, the only thing this leads to is each Avenger trying to out-yell the other while Bruce tries not to Hulk-out. But then he's lost his teammates heartbeats, and all he can hear is the others screaming. Focus. He's trained for this. Hell, he's locked himself in a room with screaming robots and focused soley on Tony's heartbeat three floors down. This shouldn't be hard.

And Peter thinks he can hear Clint's again, the rhythmic beat of only his heart. Ba-dum-thump, ba-dum-thump. It's there, he almost has Natasha's now. Sooooo close, he thinks. Then something crashes to the floor and it's all gone.

He glares at the Avengers, there's no point, they don't see it. And then, in a last moment of thought, an idea pops into his head. The words replay in his head, "something something, invisible." Correction, the words sort of replay in his head. And then he's smiling because it reminds him of that one John Mulaney episode andddddd he's getting off track.

Peter takes a jump from his seat and points at Tony, the man pauses and raises an eyebrow, "Pete, what're you doing, I thought I told you to-"

"I know!" He grins, "What did you say earlier?"

The adult's stare at him, "What?"

Peter takes another step forward, catching Bruce's eyes from the corner of the jet, "You said, 'something, something, invisible!'"

Mr. Stark nods, "Kid, that was five minutes ago. What are you talking about?"

Peter blinks, "Oh," bounding closer to the group, he surprises them with his high tone, "Doesn't matter, look!" And the boy raises his hand, the group quizzically stares until they watch his hand disappear.

Bruce is the first one to say something as he steps out from his chair, "How are you doing that?" Peter let's his hand become visible as Bruce takes it in his reach, examining it like it's some kind of relic. Mr. Stark's mouth is wide open. Peter wishes he had a camera.

"I can sneak into the building and rescue Nat and Mr. Barton! That way, I won't get caught, cause I'm invisible! Literally!"

They all stare at him, "Remember, you said 'something, soemthing-' oh! You said, 'unless you can turn invisible-'" Peter does finger quotes as he restates Tony words, getting lost in his little rant, he jumps when Tony grabs his shoulders.

The man bends a bit to get eye level with him, which to be honest, isn't very far, but that's alright, "Since when can you turn invisible?"

Peter shrugs, "Since I got bit by the spider-"

Sam interrupts him, "Wait you actually got bit by a spider? That's how you got your powers?"

He nods, but Tony's waving a hand to silence the other man, Peter continues his story, "But, yeah. I got bit and just disappeared." He laughed, "Looking back on it, I went missing for like two days technically. I wonder if it's on my record."

Mr. Stark looks flabbergasted, oh to have a camera right now, "You- you're worried about your record?"

"Well, yeah, that's kind of important, I think. I mean, it's not like I did anything wrong-"

"Kid, kid, stop. Why didn't you tell us?" Tony looks concerned now. It's not like he was hiding anything.

The boy shrugs and grins at them, "I didn't think it was important." The group in general makes various noises of disapproval. "What! It wasn't!"

"Well," Mr. Stark grabs the boy's shoulder and spins him towards the jet's door, "How do you feel about getting a bit more engaged in this mission?" Peter grins, he's definitely ready.

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Hehe, I'm sorry this is so short.... I really hope you like it though, the ask box is always open if you want more! I would love some feedback as well!

@unofficial-spiderman

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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch. two

read chapter one here

masterlist

an; welcome back y’all. thank you to all who have read so far, even tho it’s only chapter two. i’d love to hear your feedback! enjoy!

**italics indicates flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.2k+

edie's pov

so that's spiderman? seems like a fun guy, i think as i walk through the dark alleyways so i don’t draw unwanted attention to myself. it's late and i'm navigating my way home, still thinking about my run-in with the red and blue clad boy. it's easy to tell he's young by the sound of his voice, leading me to believe he’s twenty at most. that doesn't bother me of course, as i too am considered young for a crime-fighting vigilante.

i turn the last corner before reaching my street and sigh with relief at the sight of my apartment building. the light in my window is off, aiding in the illusion that i'm asleep so my mom doesn't come in while i'm away on my semi-nightly adventures. just before i can touch the brick stones of my building as i pass by, a mechanical swoosh comes down and picks me up off the ground. i let out a small yelp and quickly find myself placed on the roof.

"hey, wolfie." mr. stark says as he walks out of his iron man suit. i let out the breath i was holding and turn around to face him. i offer him a small smile and take my hood down.

"mr. stark, hello, sir."

"school's almost out, right?" before i can answer, he keeps talking, "good. i'm gonna need your help with something."

i wipe away the beads of sweat running down my forehead as i bend down to pick up my throwing knives from the concrete ground. i steady myself and focus on the tattered piece of cardboard nailed to the wall that is my makeshift target. with a small grunt, i fling one towards the center of the red dot, hitting it dead on. i continue this activity until i run out of things to throw and my arms feel like jelly. i lost count of how many times i'd hit the center of the target in a row.

stepping back with a satisfied smirk, i collect my knives, shoving them back into their rightful place in my bag or around my waist and turn on my heel to head home. i manage to take two steps before a voice stops me in my tracks.

"hey, don't walk away now, kid, the next one would have been fifty." my eyes widen at the familiar voice that often appears on my living room television. i slowly move to face the man and gulp, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, not being able to say a word.

"come on, one more. show me what you got." says tony stark, with a loose smile on his face.

without a word, i force my trembling hands to grab my favorite knife from my right boot and brace myself for a throw. my breathing is shaky as i raise my right arm and inhale along with it. i can feel the sweat running down my back as i close my eyes for a moment. don't embarrass yourself, e, i think to myself. with that i snap my eyes open and silently chuck the knife towards the target.

i missed.

"oh for fuck's sake." i groan into my hands before i remember who i'm with and freeze. i keep my head in my hands, making sure to cover my face, only gathering enough courage to peek at tony stark through my fingers.

"well, that's awkward, i won't lie," he says, looking uncomfortable, "but i think i saw what i needed to see beforehand. i'm tony stark, or iron man if you wanna get fancy." he reaches a hand out in my direction.

"edie wolfe, hi." i reply with a defeated and lame handshake. to save both of us from looming silence, he pulls at my hoodie before continuing on, "okay, ms. wolfe." he pauses to inspect my attire, "what is this? leggings? and a hoodie? kid, if you're gonna be throwing knives, you gotta expect people to throw them back at you. this isn't going to cut it." he motions to the thin fabric covering my arms and chest.

i laugh at his words, "oh hey i see what you did there."

not catching on to his own pun, he moves on again, "what? actually never mind, we have a lot of talking to do, wolfie."

ever since that night, he took me under his wing- and a week later i got a package with a brand new suit in it. one that would protect me a whole lot more than what i was working with before.

"earth to wolfie, beep beep boop," mr. stark says as he pokes me in the forehead. i swat his hand away and give him my full attention. he continues on, "so you're in? a summer at the compound, being scary and keeping bad guys away?"

i raise an eyebrow at him, "what makes you think my family will be okay with that?" i ask. mr. stark simply rolls his eyes, "i already talked to your father, need i show you the proof?" i shake my head and he nods with satisfaction.

"okay, kid. see you in a few days." he says, preparing to get back into his suit, but before he can fly away i stop him, a question looming over my head, "am i doing this alone?"

"of course not. i wouldn't leave you alon- well actually i can't leave him alone so that's why you're gonna be there," he explains with a shake of his head.

"and who exactly is this person?" i ask with my arms crossed.

"how about one friendly neighborhood spiderman!" he yells and takes off before i can say anything back.

finally, the last day of school was upon us. it seems that the ending of every school year is bittersweet, and to be honest it hasn't quite hit me yet. senior year was way lamer than everyone played it off to be. you're told that you're officially ‘top dog', but let's be real- no real credit is given until you've graduated. but hey, here's to making it this far.

i'm sitting at my usual lunch table, surrounded by peter, ned, and mj. we pass jokes around the group and take in every moment we have left of our time together, yanno, since peter is leaving. but so am i. which is something i still have to share with everyone.

"uh, hey, guys. can i be a debby downer for a moment?" i ask, clearing my throat and disturbing the light mood of the afternoon. the table quiets down and all eyes are on me. "so you know how peter is leaving this summer?" i ruffle peter's hair in an attempt to not make that statement so sad.

"yeah, edie, we know." mj says with an eye roll as she picks at her cold french fries. i roll my eyes back at her and mock her voice. i can't help but notice peter's guilty face sitting next to me, little does he know i am going to make it a whole lot more weird up in here.

i take in a big breath and hold it to up the anticipation, "well it looks like i'll be gone too."

ned drops his chicken wrap and shakes his head furiously, "nuh uh, nope. no way. sorry, e, i can't allow that to happen," he says with a stern voice. peter chooses this moment to negatively highlight my new confession, "edie, how dare you! someone needs to be here to look after the kids."

i lower my head in shame, god this was so hard to do. faking a playful smile, i try to make light of the situation, "hey, c'mon, we all know mj is the mom friend of the group."

mj shakes her head violently and protests against my statement, "absolutely not. i veto that with all of my being, ned is the mom." she insists as she points to the pouting boy. we all laugh at that before falling into an uncomfortable silence. i glance in peter's direction and try to smile at him. doing this to him was the hardest, i tell him everything and knowing full well that i can't tell anyone about my stay at the compound, it just hurts my heart. we won't be able to communicate all summer.

"my mom signed me up to be a camp counselor...at, uh, a self-defense camp." i panic at the last second, realizing i never thought about what kind of camp i would fictitiously be a part of. the whole table bursts out into laughter.

through short breaths and a hearty laugh, ned pokes fun at me, "edie? teaching children how to kick someone's ass? look at you, you're like a soft pillowy little marshmallow." i stick my tongue out at him and cross my arms.

"hey, i wouldn't shut down the idea too fast, remember e's dad is like, an actual fbi agent. i'm sure he's taught her some stuff," peter chimes in, coming to my rescue. i nod along and hum a 'mhm', snickering inside at how much they don't know.

once i'm home, i pack my suitcase with all the things i think one would need to stay at a high tech superhero compound. i grab all of my knives and shove them into a utility pack, along with my suit.

my parents know where i'm going, and lucky for me they’re okay with it. well, at least my dad is.

my father, sam wolfe, works for a hidden branch of the fbi that trains government spies and the occasional assassin. thus being the reason i grew to be so good at combat. he would take me onto the roof of our building and have me shoot at targets and hit punching bags. we would practice for hours at a time, his booming voice critiquing my every move and decision as i worked. i've never been comfortable with a gun, so i stuck with knives and made that my craft.

i haven't seen my dad in a few months now. to 'protect' me and my family, we weren't allowed to know where my dad was going or why he had to leave in the first place. once mr. stark came into my life, he and my father became close, putting his trust in mr. stark to watch out for me whenever he was gone.

my mother on the other hand, she hates everything about it. she’s afraid of the world and all the things that lurk behind closed doors. when dad isn't around, we aren't allowed to talk about anything related to knives or fighting or tony stark. and for my nine-year-old brother's sake, i oblige.

pulling my bag onto my shoulder and lugging my suitcase through the hall, i meet my mother and brother in the living room. she meets my eyes with her cloudy ones and closes the distance between us with a strong hug. i chuckle at her before wrapping my arms around her plump frame.

"mom, it's okay-" i start, before she cuts me off, "shhh, edie. let me have this moment."

i shut up and continue to embrace my mom. i know this is hard for her, but she needs to understand that this is an amazing opportunity for me. i'm being put in charge of the avengers compound for the entire summer. i wish i could share this excitement with my dad, but i know he's happy for me, wherever he may be.

"edie, promise me you'll come home if you can't handle it. no one is going to judge you for that. you're only eighteen. i can't believe your father is letting you do this." my mother rambles as she pulls away from me. i smile at her and just nod my head.

my little brother looks over in our direction with a shy smile on his face. i ruffle his hair and pull him to me for a quick hug, "take care of mom for me, booger." i whisper into his ear. he gives me a simple nod and backs away.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. i pull it out to see a message from mr. stark.

'beep beep, i'm here'

i sigh and look up at my mom one last time, "that's my ride." she lets a single tear stroll down her cheek before wiping it away and shooing me out the door.

once out of the apartment, i lug my suitcase down the three flights of stairs and out onto the sidewalk. mr. stark is pulled up to the curb in his fancy black car. he rolls down the passenger side window and yells at me through it, "time to party, wolfie."

i stroll to the car and pull the back door open to throw my stuff down. then i hop into the front seat and look at mr. stark, "you know, you could have come in."

"yeah, well we all know your mother doesn't like me very much. i don't wanna poke the bear," he says as he pulls his sunglasses over his eyes and revs the engine, "let's get you to your new home for the next three months, shall we?"

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roonil-wazlib-at-221b · 4 years

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Inferno: Part 5 (final)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Your father drops what he’s holding when you literally rip the front door of the compound off its hinges and toss it a few feet away. “Were you ever going to tell me?” you yell, stomping into the room. You know your face is too hot and so are your hands but you can’t be bothered.

To his credit, Tony doesn’t pretend to not know what you’re talking about. He sighs and crosses his arms. “Y/N, calm down—”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” you bellow, your eyes stinging with anger. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!”

“I was worried about you—”

“So you sent the one person I hate most to spy on me? To completely invade my privacy? The one person I knew I could trust—”

“Okay,” Tony admits, “so it wasn’t the best idea. And I realized that soon after. But Y/N, what was I supposed to tell you? How was I supposed to tell you?”

“Um, by telling me?” You scoff angrily. “Instead of me going through my former best friend’s texts and figuring it out for myself?”

“Wait,” Tony interrupts. “Peter didn’t tell you himself?”

“Why the hell would he? He’s too busy making fun of me with you!”

“No, Y/N, you don’t understand—” Tony shakes his head. “Peter was supposed to tell you in person. I told him to. We figured you’d at least take it better, but no wonder you’re so upset—”

“It wouldn’t matter if he told me in person, in text, or over a goddamn email!” you yell. “You still spied on me—”

“Can we please talk about this?” he pleads. “Y/N, you’re traumatized. You were imprisoned for a crime you didn’t commit. You wouldn’t talk to me and I knew that you and Peter would get along, but after the first meeting it was obvious he needed to wear the mask!”

“I don’t want to talk to you about anything,” you say, disgusted, shaking your head. “I don’t want your excuses. What you did sucked, okay?”

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” you bark. “I don’t want to hear anything from you for a while. Just leave me the hell alone!”

You stomp away in the direction of your room and the fire alarm starts to beep.

“Miss Y/N, please cool yourself,” FRIDAY says calmly. “You are reaching dangerous temperatures.”

You scoff. “I can’t hurt myself with fire.”

“No, but you could hurt those around you,” the AI responds. “Including myself.”

“Did you know what they did?” you demand up to the ceiling.

There is a pregnant pause before the AI confirms it.

“Wow.” You shake your head. “Just wow.”

“I was under strict orders not to inform you—”

“Whatever, FRIDAY. I don’t want to hear from you either.” Scowling, you slam your door shut but stop short at the sight of a figure upside-down outside your window.

Spider-man—Peter Parker—taps frantically on the glass, waving to get your attention. You close your blinds and turn your back on the window, but a buzzing in your pocket catches your attention. It’s the boy outside your window. You decline the call. He’s already tried to call fifteen times and sent you 13 text messages.

For good measure, you block his number. Not a second later is he messaging you on Instagram, so you take the next logical step in your mind. You throw your phone out the window so hard it shatters the glass and hopefully hits that lying bastard, too.

You’re out of the room before Spider-man can stick his head out the window, locking the door from the outside using a special program you’d installed in FRIDAY, and decide to sleep in a guest room.

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Thankfully your new phone has a new number that Parker doesn’t know, and you’re pretty sure Tony knows better than to give it to him. You blocked him on every social media platform you have for good measure, although that hasn’t stopped you from noticing him. In fact, you’re probably noticing him more than usual because your two fanbases have come together in a major panic over why Inferno and Spider-man aren’t hanging out, following each other, or even talking anymore.

All your mentions in the past two weeks have looked exactly like this:

just-a-dumbass: @Y/N_Stark plz respond!!!! why are you and Spider-man fighting? he won’t talk about it at all when we asked on his livestream he hung up and hasn’t done another since!!!!

that-one-asian: @Y/N_Stark and @The-Official-Spiderman you guys really need to make up you were my #1 celebrity ship and i dont understand why you broke up

spideyismydaddy: guys you can tell @The-Official-Spiderman is really cut up about this, he hasn’t livestreamed in days or even uploaded a story. @Y/N_Stark you’re a real bitch for breaking his heart

newyorkhoe: guys we don’t even know if @Y/N_Stark and @The-Official_Spiderman were dating. maybe they’re just really good friends that are fighting. either way, you can tell that both are having a rough time. lay off the negativity!!!

wyoming_isnt_real: @Y/N_Stark why are you and spidey fighting? if he hurt you i’ll beat him up :(

spideyinferno: @Y/N_Stark @The-Official-Spiderman

That tweet has a link attached. You click on it out of curiosity only to realize that actual news websites are writing articles about the ‘Feud Between New York’s Hottest Heroes’. You scroll down to the bottom where there are previews of other articles written about this. Is this really the biggest deal ever? Are people really freaking out over the fact that you’re not hanging out with a spying liar anymore?

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You should have known. Even at night, civilians are still out and about, and they love to do nothing other than gossip. You’re in Brooklyn, for God’s sake, and they’re still chasing after you with cameras, screaming and asking questions about your relationship with Spider-man. These people have probably never even seen him before. He operates in Queens!

It’s no use. You have to change out of your suit. You’re too noticeable.

You duck into a tourist shop and melt the door handle so the screaming hordes can’t follow you in. “I’m so sorry,” you say breathlessly to the shopkeeper and dig around in your pockets for an empty check. You’ve learned to always keep one on hand. You have one, but you don’t know exactly how much replacing a door costs. “Do you have a pen?” Just to be safe, you write down $15,000 and grab a hoodie and sweatpants while the shopkeeper stares at the check you’d shoved into his hands. You can hear people pounding on the back entrance of the store, too, and you look around wildly for an escape.

Unwelcome, a thought pops into your head: What would Spidey do? How would he get out of this situation?

You look up and smile. You may not have webs but you can jump pretty high.

“Sorry about this,” you say to the shopkeeper again. He gapes as you leap straight up into his ceiling. You take a running leap off the roof and land on the sidewalk a couple hundred feet away. Some New Yorkers spare you glances as they step around and over you, but you don’t mind them as you pull your hood up and start walking.

A familiar thwip, though, has you stop. People start to yell Spider-man’s name and you look up, one hand keeping your hood in place. You duck behind a taller man and peek at your former friend from behind the stranger’s arm.

“Where is she?” he yells, wheezing a little bit. He must have sprinted over. A little part of your chest warms at the thought of him being frantic to see you, but then you realize that his voice really doesn’t change at all when he’s got the mask on. You were just too stupid to notice it.

The civilians start to all shout different things, mostly pointing to the store, but Spider-man waves his hands to get everyone to be quiet. “One at a time!”

“She went into that store but got out through the roof and now we don’t know where she is!” someone shouts.

“What happened between you two?”

You lean forward, holding your breath. Surely Spider-man will say that you overreacted and were the bitch most people on the internet seem to think you are. It’ll cement your belief that he’s a giant jerk and you’ll be able to go about your day feeling a little better about this whole situation.

“I messed up,” Spider-man explains, sounding sadder than he has a right to. “And I don’t blame her for being mad at me. I’d be pretty mad at me, too.”

“What did you do?” someone else shouts.

For a moment, you think Spider-man meets your eyes and you jerk back, accidentally falling into somebody else. It cuts off Spider-man, who was saying, “It doesn’t really matter what I did. I’m just really sorry and I want her to know, even if she doesn’t forgive me—”

“Watch it!” the person snaps, yanking your sweatshirt in anger. The hood slips off your head and their eyes widen. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry—”

“She’s right here!” another person who’d watched the commotion shouts. “Look, Spider-man, you can apologize to her—”

The crowd starts to scream, looking for you, and you shove your hood back up and keep up with the commotion.

“Y/N!” Spider-man shouts, his voice cracking. “Please just talk to me?”

Pull yourself together, you think viciously. You’re acting like a total idiot in public.

And you don’t look back.

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“No. Absolutely not.”

“Y/N, come on.”

“I’m not doing it. You can’t make me.”

“We need you.”

“You have him.”

“Yeah, but we also need you.”

“I have plans for today.”

“Really?” your dad crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. “And what are those?”

You cross your arms right back and don’t respond. You both know you don’t have any plans for today, but you’d rather do nothing than go on a mission with half of the team including Spider-man.

“I’m sure he asked you to include me?”

Tony scuffs his foot on the ground.

“Not a chance.” You shake your head.

“Look, is now really the best time to be arguing about this?” Natasha puts in, tapping her foot impatiently. “Parker and Cap are handling this mutant fine at the moment but his friend is coming. They can’t handle two of them.”

You roll your eyes. “You two can go. You’re highly skilled and experienced—”

“And one of them is a lava monster,” your dad interrupts.

“Exactly, so my powers will be useless on it.” You shrug.

“But you also won’t get hurt if you draw its fire. Plus, Nat doesn’t have powers at all. Dealing with human criminals is one thing but mutants are a bit much for even her to handle. No offense, Nat.”

The assassin in question raises one eyebrow and doesn’t agree or disagree with your father’s statement. Privately, you think that Nat really could handle at least one of the monsters on her own, depending on the tools she has to work with. But you digress.

“I hate you,” you try.

“Love you too, honey.” Your dad kisses your forehead for the first time in a month. “Your suit is in the jet. Can we get going, please?”

Okay, you will admit that maybe you underestimated these two mutants. One has heat-based powers, just like you, and flickers between a human form and a human-shaped pile of lava. The other seems merely to have super strength and is trading blows with Captain America like it’s a friendly sparring session.

You narrow your eyes and assess the battlefield from your perch in the jet. “Okay, so we obviously need to get the civilians out of here. Nat, you can handle that, right?”

The red-haired assassin nods her head.

“And I can distract the fire thing,” you decide. Anticipation curdles your stomach though it’s less at the fight and more at the thought of seeing Spider-man again—he is the one fighting that monster, after all, and dodging its streams of fire quite spectacularly, though you’d never tell him so. “We just need to knock it out when it’s in its human form. Dad, you can help Steve, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes you and you roll your eyes. “Everybody ready?”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as the jet lowers just enough for you to leap out of it, Tony in his suit with Nat clinging onto his back just behind you.

You slam into the lava monster, knocking it off its feet and tumbling a few feet away, your teeth clanking at the impact. Through your earpiece, you hear Cap greeting Nat and Tony, before a significantly higher male voice pierces your eardrums.

“Y/N?”

You wince and look up. Peter’s staring at you, and though his mask is on, you can tell that his mouth is open with shock. Though his exclamation was loud, it was also comforting. You’d missed him more than you care to admit.

“Underoos, pay attention!” your father barks and Peter looks at the lava monster and shrieks (you make a mental note to tease him about that later) before leaping into the air and avoiding a stream of lava that would have melted him instantly.

“Inferno,” the lava mutant hisses, eyes flickering between gaping black rock pits and dark human eyes. Both appearances convey her hatred for you clearly. “You can’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, well, ditto,” you respond. “And, for your information, fire isn’t my only power, thank you very much.”

The mutant holds up her hand and a stream of lava flies toward you, hitting your skin and sliding to the ground before it hardens instantly. “You’re a mutant against your will just like me,” the lava mutant hisses. “Join us. Help us take revenge against those who wronged us.”

Peter shoots a web that disintegrates a foot in front of the mutant. The air around her is so hot it’s wavering like a mirage. Powerless against the mutant, he looks at you.

“Look, I get getting revenge,” you say. You press a hand to your ear and mutter, “Shock web when she’s human.” You continue louder, “I got my own revenge. But I didn’t do it by hurting innocent civilians. In fact, my father did it so Killian wouldn’t hurt anybody else.”

“They don’t understand our pain,” the mutant hisses. She flickers and Spider-man twitches but he was too slow and continues to creep out of the mutant’s line of vision. With her eyes fixed on you, she doesn’t seem to care. “Only we do.”

“I know,” you say soothingly. You hold your palm up to the sky and let a little flame dance over your palm. “I know it hurts. I was in pain for days straight when Killian gave me the serum. But this isn’t the way to get your revenge.”

This time, when the mutant flickers, she remains in her human form for a second longer. You smile smugly.

“We’re the same,” you say soothingly. “I know just how it feels.”

“I can’t stop now,” the mutant hisses. “They’ll lock me up.”

“They locked me up too, and I didn’t even do anything,” you point out. “But when you get out, I can help you.”

She drops the lava monster guise and looks at you wondrously.

You wince when Peter’s shock web hits her in the back. She makes a sort of choked noise before keeling over. Something fragile inside you fractures as you see what you could have been. There’s a little too much of you inside that mutant.

The other mutant roars with anger and you turn, ready to burn it. But its anger is aimed at Spider-man, who landed the final blow, and he sweeps Cap and Tony away, throwing them into nearby rubble.

You dart in front of the monster and ready your fists, even if his biceps are bigger than your waist. He shoves you away and the breath leaves your lungs but you still manage to cling onto his arm like a koala and summon the anger to the surface. Your body goes white-hot in seconds and the second mutant roars with pain and slams his arm into the ground.

You feel your spine crack in multiple places as well as your tailbone—and your neck.

“Y/N!” Peter bellows when you don’t move. “NO!”

Something wet trickles down your neck as the bones arrange themselves back into place and you sit up, tears slipping from your eyes as you do so. Now you’re pissed off.

The mutant’s arm, you can see, has a nasty-looking burn on it in the shape of your body. You relish the sight of it as you take a running start at the mutant, plowing into his back and sending him flying, landing on the ground and skidding a few feet. Since you’re half his height, it must have been a comical sight.

Peter lands in front of you and holds out his hand, which you notice is shaking. “Are you okay?”

You don’t nod your head. You’re scared that just moving it will break your back again. You might have broken your arm and ankle before, but never your neck and back. You’re going to have nightmares about it for weeks to come, you already know.

“You can cool down now,” he says softly. You realize you’re still glowing white-hot.

With a strangled sob, you let go of the anger-heat and fall into his arms, squeezing him so hard you’re sure he would have a few broken ribs if he wasn’t enhanced.

“How bad did he hurt you?” Peter asks, one hand rubbing up and down your back.

“It would have killed anyone except me,” you whisper back. And that’s all you have to say on the subject. You move to step back from him and gasp. The mutant is up and angrier than ever. He’s picking up a chunk of plaster with a few copper wires protruding from its multiple sides. He’s hoisting it above his head. And he’s throwing it at you two.

You hear multiple screams as you shove Peter out of the way, but the ginormous rock hits you in the stomach. As if in slow motion, you flip backwards, the plaster rolling with you, and hit the ground, skidding a bit. The plaster still sits on your stomach, making it nearly impossible to breathe, which means you don’t have the strength to push it off of you.

Oh God. Asphyxiation is one thing the serum can’t help you with. For the first time in your life, you might actually die from an injury.

You weakly wiggle, trying to get the plaster to tip off of you, but that causes a stinging sensation in your sternum that’s almost unbearable. Your back is getting wet. One of the copper wires must have entered your stomach.

You try to suck in a breath but barely get more than a gasp. The effort makes you cough, your throat tasting metallic.

The serum can’t work if I can’t breathe, you distantly realize. It’s a part of my bodily functions now, but my body can’t function at all without oxygen.

So you’re going to die. It’s as simple as that.

This time, when you suck in a breath, you cough on a liquid in your throat, choking as you can’t get any air in and becoming more panicked as your vision becomes more blurry. You try to blow the liquid out of your throat but you don’t have enough strength to blow hard, so all that happens is that you’re completely out of air now. You thrash on the ground but the plaster refuses to move.

Your vision goes dark. Your stomach drops. Is this it? Are you going to die now? You never even got to make up with Peter, which you now realize you’d wanted to do all along.

Then the weight on your stomach lifts and you suck in a shuddering breath that just makes you cough and choke more. The darkness lifts from your vision, making you squint and realize that someone had been standing over you and lifted the plaster from your stomach.

The person turns you over onto your side and you spit blood out of your mouth as the pain in your stomach begins to abate. When you finally suck in a shuddering breath that clears your vision, hands cradle your face and you look up into Peter’s face. It’s a bit screwed up because he’s crying.

You blink slowly at him.

“Oh, my God,” he says as though from a long way away. “I thought you were going to die. Are you still bleeding? Can you breathe? Are you all right? Do you have brain damage? Wait, are you dead? Y/N, can you hear me?” He shakes you. His voice gets higher. “Y/N, you gotta respond to me or I’m gonna think you’re dead! Are you dead?”

You cough, splattering his face with more blood and mucus, and his lips thin as he wipes it off.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Your mask,” you croak weakly. Your eyes widen with realization. “Oh, God, your mask, Peter, people are gonna see you—”

“Thank God you’re all right,” he breathes, gathering you into a tight hug that has you gasping for air. His splayed hands on your back move up and down, probing for holes. “I think you’re okay.” He begins to rock back and forth, still holding you in his arms. “I thought you were going to die.”

Weakly, you wrap your arms around him and squeeze as hard as you can. You’re already feeling better. “Peter Parker, did you just save my life?”

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pulls back, beaming at you even though he’s still crying.

“I guess,” you say mock-reluctantly.

“Thank God,” he breathes. “Y/N, I like you.”

“What?” You blink.

“It’s all right if you don’t say it back,” he says, rushed. “Or if you don’t feel the same way at all. I just thought you should know.”

“No, I—”

“Y/N!”

Tony sweeps you off your feet, twirling you in a circle. “Oh my God, baby, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Dad,” you reply but don’t push him away. “Peter saved me.”

Tony picks up Peter’s discarded mask and shoves it into his favorite intern’s hands before sweeping him into the group hug too. “Does this mean you don’t hate him anymore?” he asks, beaming.

Peter pulls his mask on and turns away. You glance after him, frowning.

“What?” Tony asks, deflating. “Do you really still hate him?”

You tap Spider-man on the shoulder. Peter shrugs and says without looking back, “It’s fine, Y/N. I shouldn’t have expected anything else, considering what I did to you—”

You spin him around, lift his mask up to his nose, and fit your mouth against his.

When you pull back, his mouth stays open as he gapes at you.

“I never said I didn’t feel the same way,” you say, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Seriously?” he squeals. Then he coughs and lowers his voice. “I mean, uh—seriously?”

You shake your head and smile before planting your lips on his again. And that’s how the media finds you two. And the internet kind of explodes for the next two hours. It turns out a lot of people have been shipping you two for a while now.

Inferno Taglist:

@paullrud @eridanuswave @loveissupernatural @moistpotatobear @oh-annaa

Peter Parker x Reader Taglist:

@iconicbabesss

Forever Taglist:

@lemirabitur @annymcervantes @queenmissfit @quiet-because-it-is-a-secret @iksey @thehyperactiveteen @luxmoonlight

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carvour · 4 years

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i was tagged by @goddamnyouhyde to answer some shades of red asks (thanks, dude, i hate red /j). thanks for tagging! i think you probably just wanted me to answer one or two but jokes on you i’m answering all of them >:)

crimson: if you could have only one photo or poster on your wall, what would it be? > probably the original poster artwork for spiderman: homecoming. that shit looks awesome. maroon: what role do you play in your group of friends? > the lesbian. come to your own conclusions. ruby: favourite pre-2000 song? > anything chet baker. brick red: have you ever been in an abandoned building? > plenty of times! i ate lunch there during the summer with my friends (before COVID haha) when i got off of camp. merlot: do you have any unusual fears? > it might not be that unusual, but... dogs? dogs lowkey terrify me. vermilion: have you ever pulled an all-nighter? if so, tell us about the first time. > i’ve pulled an all-nighter a shit load of times, but the first time would probably have to be when i was 10 years old and i passed out for 14 hours, so i couldn’t sleep for 3 days straight afterwards. no joke, i just wasn’t tired at all. carnelian: at what point did your life change without you realising? > learning what the world asexual meant. burgundy: how often do you make your bed? what do your favourite bedsheets look like? > i almost never make them unless guests are over, to be honest. my fav bedsheets, though, are these yellow honeycomb ones with my cream-colored throw blanket overtop :) red ochre: are you inclined to watch a tv series if a lot of people on the internet are talking about it? > it depends. i usually get to a lot of stuff late in the game, so i might rediscover it myself after the hype has died down and watch it on my down time. garnet: what’s the most expensive thing you own? > either my hoodie from cloakbrand or my computer. sangria: to what extent do you enjoy sour candy? > i’m not a masochist, so i enjoy it on occasion. cardinal: what is the first song that made you cry? > eleanor rigby, i was four years old and asked my piano teacher to play it on guitar after our lesson was done. she had no idea that a four year old could know what the beatles were, but she was happy to play it. blood: which of your family members is your favourite? > my cousin maggie on my mom’s side. i love both of my parents equally, but maggie and i relate way too much. rosewood: have you ever had a penpal? would you like one now? > i used to, when i was little, but i feel like pen palling would be a fun thing to get back into. scarlet: think of your favourite genre. what kind of media in that genre do you prefer - books, films, or tv series? > horror films, dystopian books, crime/mystery tv series. carmine: do you prefer having or not having a schedule? > depends on the amount of work i have to do. persian red: answer with a picture of your dream holiday destination.

> scotland :D strawberry: what album would you love to have on vinyl? > if spies are forever could be on a vinyl, you bet your A.S.S. i would get it in a heartbeat. claret: talk about a memorable experience on public transport. > my american history teacher getting us lost on the new york metro while traveling to a museum. fun times, fun times. i also witnessed a cello battle on the subway when i was 5 and living with my aunt. mahogany: what is your favourite musical instrument, in terms of sound? > french horn or guitar (trumpet is also pretty, but i think i’m just used to it by now.) lipstick red: if you could live one day with no one recognising you, what would you do? > commit crimes against capitalism. wine: tell us about your first experience with alcohol. > i’ve never actually drank alcohol outside of sipping my mom’s beer once. it was bitter and i hated it. cherry: thoughts on mainstream music? > if you look hard enough, you can find good things. pomegranate: favourite and least favourite fruits? > i actually love pomegranate and strawberries! kiwi is ok, i fucking HATE honeydew and cantaloupe. imperial: what film, in your opinion, has the best cinematography and/or special effects? > skyfall has some breathtaking cinematography, and the special effects in under the skin are upsettingly realistic in terms of how they portray the main character (i’m not going to spoil it, watch the movie yourself if you wanna know)

again, thank you for asking! i overshared a shit ton but i just like talking about things. thanks, ellis :D

#ask game #ask #goddamnyouhyde #long post #like a very long post skdfbsjk

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give-me-back-my-rhodey · 4 years

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Heard you were taking requests. Can you do Parksborn with 7.) Pining ?

Hi, sorry for taking so long on this! So here goes!

Changing Sides

“Peter. Peter. Are you… Peter!” Ned yells, turning to see at what Peter’s staring. “Oh not again. Peter!” He waves his hands in front of his friend’s face, causing Peter to start. “Come on. You know I support you in your quest to figure out your sexual identity, but seriously? Harry Osborn?”

“That’s Harry Osborn?” Peter wants to cry. Standing fifteen feet away is the most beautiful boy he has ever seen, and it turns out that the boy's father hates Tony Stark. Just. His. Luck. “Why does he have to be Harry Osborn?”

Ned shakes his head, “I think you’re cursed. Come on, we have to get to English class before Mr. Ainsley can give us detention.”

If you ask Peter what his English class was about, he wouldn’t be able to tell you because the only thing in his mind was the pretty face of a boy he could never love.

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Harry saw the boy staring at him, and at first, he thought he had had something on his face. That kid was pretty cute, but Harry knows he can’t act on it. His father would never allow him to date a boy. Maybe they could just be friends…

Harry sees the boy again during lunch hour. It seems as if he is doing his best to not look in Harry’s direction. He nudges his best friend, Stella, “Hey, who's that?”

Stella’s long braids hit him in the face as she turns in the direction Harry motioned, “Peter Parker. Ultimate nerd. You’d like him. Why?”

“Dunno. Just wondering.”

Stella chomps on the end of her pen, eyeing him thoughtfully, “I think he’s adorable, too. It’s ok.” She grins.

“Stella. You can’t say that…” Harry hisses, running a hand through his dark hair. “You don’t know how much my father spies on me.”

“Right. Sorry,” Stella motions with her hand. “So what’s going on Saturday?”

“Nothing that I know of. Why?”

She hands him her phone, which shows an invitation to a party at Matthew’s. “You want to hit this up at some point tonight?”

“Sounds good to me.” Maybe it will take his mind off of that adorable brunet.

Harry likes Stella. They’re great friends. He knows his father approves of her as well and has made pointed hints towards him about dating her. Stella, however, does not date. She wants no attachments that are closer then friends, and she’s around for a good time. Feelings are icky to her, and he’s ok with that.

Stella agrees to help him find a cute girl to make out with so that he can take his mind off of the Parker boy. The duo arrive at Matthew’s party, and Stella leaves him for a few minutes to scan the scene. “I’m going to find you a few to choose from.” She winks.

Harry sticks his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans and scans the party. It’s nothing special, just your average high school party. Suddenly the DJ stops the music. “Hey look who’s just arrived. It’s Penis Parker!” The kid says. “I’m surprised you dared to show your face at a party after your last fiasco.” Everyone seems to turn towards the door.

Spinning quickly to face the door, Harry sees that Peter had, in fact, just came in with his friend. Parker briefly meets his gaze, but quickly hangs his head in embarrassment. His friend whispers something to him, and together they step into the crowd. The DJ still calls him out. “Really, Parker? Wow. I didn’t realize you had guts. Wait, let me call up Spiderman. Maybe he can remind us how much of a liar you are.” He starts a chant of “When I say Penis, you say" to which the crowd yells “Parker.”

Harry watches as Peter shakes his head. He’s close enough to hear the boy tell his friend. “Told you it’d be a bad idea.” Harry’s had enough. He marches up to the DJ and takes the microphone from his hand.

“Excuse me. Seriously? What did he do that’s so unforgivable?”

The DJ, Eugene Thompson if Harry’s memory serves correctly, smugly looks at him, “He told us all that he knew Spiderman. Lies.”

“And? You tell people your name is Flash, right Eugene? A little untruth now and then never hurt anyone. Cut the kid some slack, and return to your conversations or whatever.” Harry drops the mic and walks towards Peter.

++++++

Harry Osborn stood up for him! Peter can’t believe it. Everyone has stopped staring, and now Harry is walking towards him. Breathe Pete. Breathe. He tells himself.

“Hey, are you ok?” Harry asks him.

Peter stares at him. He’s so pretty. Then he realizes Harry had asked him a question. “Gah. I, uh, yes. I am fine. Thank you. I appreciate, um, you doing that.” Why can’t you talk normal?

“Hey, it’s no problem. Wanna hang out?” He directs the question towards Peter and Ned. “I’m Harry Osborn.”

“Peter Parker, and this is my best friend, Ned Leeds.” Peter inclines his head towards Ned. “You wanna?”

“Sure! It’s nice to meet you Harry.”

Harry introduces them to his friend Stella when she appears seemingly out of thin air. She tells him something quietly, and he nods. Soon after, he excuses himself, but not before exchanging numbers with promises to hang out later.

By the time May arrives to pick them up, Peter is ready to leave. He searches the party to find Harry – just to thank him for stopping Flash. He stops when he sees the boy in the corner, making out with two girls. Ah, ok. I thought he kind of liked me. Pete, your gaydar isn’t too good. He mentally groans. To avoid any suspicion, Peter walks casually around the room. He grabs Ned on his way to the door, “You ready?”

Ned turns away from the crowd in which he had inserted himself. “Yea, you find him?”

“yeah, I’m sure he doesn’t want me interrupting at the moment.” Peter angles his head minutely. Ned follows the direction and his eyes grow huge. He nods quickly and spins back to the group.

“Well, I have got to go, but it was great talking to you. Thanks, Matt, for the great party,” Ned tips his fedora and walks out after Peter. Outside, he pats Peter on the back and says, “Hey man, I’m sorry. I thought he liked you, too.”

“So, how was the party?” May asks. Ned enthusiastically replies, and Peter noncommitally agrees. He’s just hung up on a kid that he’s probably not supposed to like anyways, what with him being an intern to Stark Industries and Harry the son of Norman Osborn, president of Oscorp.

May and Ned keep up the conversation the whole way back to Ned’s house. After Ned is dropped off, Aunt May turns off the radio, looks at Peter, and asks, “Ok, who’s the boy?”

“what do you mean…?” May laughs at Peter’s innocent expression.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Peter,” She pats his arm. “I know the Parker look of pining. It’s written all over your face.”

Peter turns to face her, “Ok, so, did you ever like a guy, but he’s clearly not into you?”

“How do you know he’s clearly not into you?” May narrows her eyes.

“Well, I mean, he had his tongue down some girl’s throat,” Peter shrugs. “He’s really good-looking, though, and nice. I just wish…” He trails off. “Also, it’s probably for the best. Mr. Stark probably wouldn’t approve.”

May barks out a startled laugh, “And why would you worry about who Tony Stark approves of? You’ve seen all the people he’s dated.”

“This guy is Norman Osborn’s son…”

“Well,” May looks at him…. Until the cars behind her start honking because the light is green. “ Well, if you like him, clearly he’s nothing like his father. If Tony disapproves, I’ll talk to him.”

Peter shakes his head, “It doesn’t really matter because he doesn’t like me like that.”

May only smiles and turns the radio back on.

++++++

“Sir, your father would like to see you,” Aidy, a maid, tells Harry when he returns home from the party.

Harry sighs, but makes his way to Norman’s study. “Hello Father.”

“Harrison, take a seat,” Father gestures at a chair with his glass of Scotch. “I need to talk to you about your friends. Here, take some.” He pours Harry a finger of amber liquid.

“What’s wrong with Stella? I thought you liked her,” Harry queries.

“No, no, I’m talking about that Parker kid that you stood up for tonight. You don’t like him, do you?”

Harry wishes he had never told his father about his sexuality, although he’s pretty sure Norman would find out from at least one of his many spies. Here comes another “Real men aren’t gay” speech. “No, Father.” Harry lies.

“Well, my sources tell me the kid came out privately to a few of his close friends and family. Maybe we can use that to our advantage. He clearly likes you.” Father shows him a picture of Peter staring off to the side. Harry knows he’s looking at him.

“But you said…”

“Quiet, boy. There’s no harm in a little pretending, if needs be. Look, don’t even go that far if you have to, but word is that Tony Stark is going to release something that will change this industry forever. I just need to know ahead of time. Keep him from monopolizing,” Norman can see his son getting uncomfortable. “And, I will accept you as my son.”

Harry’s eyes shoot up. He had thought he would never get his father’s approval for anything like this. “Ok Father. I will try.”

“Harrison. Don’t fail me.” Norman throws back the rest of his Scotch before gesturing towards the door.

Harry nods and whips out his phone. Hey, nix that “find me a girlfriend” plan. He knows Stella is on the look for some pretty girl who will knock his socks off.

Ok… curious to know why. Explain at lunch tomoro? Stella replies. Harry texts her back with a thumbs up. He heads off to bed with pictures of a certain brunet in his head.

Harry wakes up in the morning with a purpose. Norman actually joins him for breakfast – something his father hasn’t done since Harry’s mother died.

Stella swipes him to the side once he arrives at school. “Ok what’s going on?”

“I’m not trying to date any girls. I like Parker.”

“And your dad?” Stella gives him a look.

“He’s ok with it. So I’m not going to question.” Harry knows this is only a half truth, but he wants Stella to have plausible deniability.

Stella shoots him another look. “Sounds fishy, but whatever. I’ve been meaning to hang out with Chelle for a while now.”

Harry doesn’t know who Chelle is, but he doesn’t care. Stella can have other friends. “Ok cool! Meet for lunch?” Stella fist pumps him and heads to her locker.

All throughout the morning, Harry plans how he will approach Peter. When lunch break comes, he gets in the cafeteria line with Stella, but his eyes are roving the tables. When he finds Peter's, he takes his tray over and asks, “Mind if I sit here?”

He feels giddy when he sees Peter’s eyes widen, “Um yeah! I mean, no, no, I don’t mind.” He gestures helplessly at the table.

Harry takes the seat beside Peter, and Stella sits beside MJ. “Chelle! I was telling Harry I needed talk to you.” Stella tells her.

“Este. Good to see you, too.” MJ smiles at her.

Este? Chelle? Harry mouths at Stella, and she pointedly ignores him. He turns to Peter, “So what are you doing tonight?”

“I have the Stark internship I gotta go to,” Peter replies.

They sit there talking, and Harry knows he really likes Peter.

++++++

A few weeks go past, and Peter has been spending a lot of time with Harry. He knows he has a huge crush on the Osborn, and he feels slightly guilty about it. He thinks he should tell Tony and get his opinion.

To Peter’s surprise, Tony shrugs, “If you like him, then he’s nothing like his father. Why don’t you invite him and Ned to the Tower for a game night?” Peter couldn’t be happier.

The two readily agree, and once this night was a hit, Harry, Peter and Ned spend a lot of time with Tony. In fact, the only one more excited than Tony when Harry asked Peter on a date was Peter.

Harry tells Peter about his relationship with his father, and Peter tells Harry how Tony had quickly become his father figure. Peter knows Harry couldn’t care less about science, and it warms his heart when Harry asks him to explain what he’s doing with an experiment. In turn, he makes sure he listens when Harry gets excited about a new car or fashion item. Things are going great.

++++++

Harry feels like a piece of crap. He knows he should come clean to Peter. His father contacts him frequently for information. But he knows as soon as Peter and/or Tony finds out his original reason to get close to them.

He hasn’t told Norman anything, and now he doesn’t want to. Tony helped him realize that some fathers are just shitty, and he shouldn’t have to strive for their attention. Over the four months Harry has been in contact with Tony, he has been more of a father to him than Norman had ever been.

As he is debating this in his head, someone walks in his apartment. It’s Norman. “Hello?”

“It has been four months Harrison. What do you have for me?”

“Father, it’s nice to hear from you, too,” Harry scoffs. “I have changed my mind. I’m not helping you with this.”

“Harrison,” his father warns.

“I’m serious. I actually like him, Father, and I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize that.”

Norman’s laugh resounds through the room, “And what do you think that dear, innocent boy will do once he finds out the only reason you started dating him was to spy on his mentor’s company? Trust will be severed forever. Listen to me, boy, you are being stupid, and I will not let an Osborn lose all his manly qualities for love. You are sixteen, and I have decided that you will no longer live in this apartment.”

“I bought this with my trust fund.”

“I have ties to the owner. Trust me, you won’t be able to find lodging anywhere in Manhattan.” Norman smirks.

“I’m not helping you. Besides, they haven’t told me anything. Everything happening at SI doesn’t get discussed around the family dinner table. Now please leave.” Harry herds Norman towards the door. “Bye Norman.”

++++++

“I’m sorry, man. You guys were really great together. I wouldn’t want to tell you except I felt like I should.” Annamarie tells Peter. “My family lives on the same floor as Harry.”

Peter’s world feels shattered. Harry doesn’t like him. He’s using Peter to find out Stark Industries’ new product line. Norman Osborn has stooped to new lows apparently. Peter feels like everyone is looking at him. He just wants to melt into the floor. Why did he ever think someone like Harry would actually like him? Peter scoffs. And there Harry is at his locker.

“Hey, Peter,” Harry’s face lights up when Peter reaches him. “Walk you to class?”

“Thanks Harry, but you should probably get to yours. What is it, acting? You need some work on that. Also, just so you know. We’re through,” Peter pulls his history book from his locker and heads off to class.

Peter avoids Harry the rest of the day. He’s going to get his education, no matter what someone will try to do to him. Once school is out, Peter heads straight to Stark Tower. Taking one look at his face, Tony sets down his work and gives Peter his full attention. When Peter’s tearful rant is over, the billionaire pulls him into a hug, “You know, I’m usually good at reading masks, and I thought he was genuine. He’s good. He duped us all.”

++++++

“Ned, can you please help me?” Harry pleads. “I love Peter.”

Ned shakes Harry’s hand off his shoulder. “I don’t want to hear it. You knew what Peter was like, and you chose to take advantage of it. Stay away.”

Harry sags. He really screwed this up. Someone clears their throat. It’s Stella. “Seriously man? This is an all-time low.”

“Stella. Norman told me that if I manipulated Peter into handing over SI secrets, he would finally call me son. And he gave me permission to date him. You know how Norman has always said about gay men not being real men so I jumped at it because I did and still do like Peter. I didn’t think it through, obviously, because if I did, I would’ve known this would happen.”

Stella sighs, “Look, man, I’m still your friend, but I don’t want to talk about this. Why don’t we go to my house and steal my parents’ booze and get wasted?” Harry agrees.

++++++ Peter doesn’t do anything except go to school and patrol. He wants to be left alone. His family and friends follow his wishes, letting him know they are there if he needs them.

One Saturday morning, May rushes into his room. “You need to look at this.”

Harry is plastered all over social media. Peter clicks on a video, “Hey, Peter. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I just want to come clean with the truth. Yes, Norman Osborn did enlist me to either be your friend or date you to try to extract information about the new rumored Stark Industries product line. I agreed because for one, I wanted to spend time with you; for two, Norman Osborn is a grade A, certified dick. He never calls me son, and he ingrained a slight homophobia in me since I was young. When he gave me permission to date you and a ‘rightful’” Harry uses finger quotes, “place in the family, I thought I could kill two birds with one stone. Then I fell in love with you. And Mr. Stark showed me that it wasn’t my fault Norman was like that, it is his own, and I’m better off without him. I want you to know that I have cut him out of my life. I am now relying on my trust fund and the hope of finding a job. I understand if you never want to talk to me again, but I just wanted you to know the truth. And I swear to you, I never found out anything, and I never reported to him.” The video cuts off.

“Thanks for showing me,” Peter whispers. “I don’t know what I am going to do.”

May takes his hand, “Peter. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You have to figure out what’s best for you. Even if you still love him, if you think you shouldn’t be with him, you don’t have to be with him. Now, I’m sure he won’t wait for you forever, but you have time.”

“Thank you May. I’ll dwell on it,” He hugs her.

++++++

Three weeks have gone by, and Harry hasn’t heard from Peter or his friends. He got an internship at Van Dyne fashion, and he’s getting by.

Harry is leaving school to head toward his new job when Peter stops him. “Hey can we talk?” Peter asks him.

“Yea sure!” Harry doesn’t know why Peter would want to talk to him, but he’s willing to hope.

“So, I saw your video, and I gave myself time to think it over. Um, do you still want to be with me?”

Harry smiles. “More than anything.”

“I am willing to try again, but it might take me a while to trust you completely. And I don’t want to talk about work around you for a while.”

“I understand,” Harry nods. “I screwed up. Can I ask – what does Tony have to think about all this?”

“Believe it or not, he defended you a little bit,” Peter nudges him. “He said he may have done the same thing, were he in your shoes. Apparently, daddy issues are not uncommon and cause a lot of confusion in people’s lives. Are you going to Van Dynes?”

“Yea. Care to walk with me?”

~Fin

#tw: homophobia #parkborn #pining #ficlet turned fic #i write!#hope you enjoy it

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thetiredbiwrites · 5 years

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I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone Pt. 2

Peter x sister!Reader

Warnings: none?? (most of my writings will probably have swearing, I never think of that as a warning 🤣 I swear a lot)

Summary: Peter is an annoying little brother who won’t stop until he gets an answer: Who is the father?

A/N: @raindancer2004 and rogahtaylahthedrummahh thank you for commenting and suggesting the father (I have a lot of love for him so that made it easy :) )

Part 1

Words: 1328

Peter was following you round the lab as you tried to focus on your work. You had promised Tony you would have it all finished by the time he returned from his mission but Peter’s constant shadowing and talking made it difficult. It had been a week since you told him you were pregnant and he had spent the week pressing you to tell him who the father is.

“If you tell me who it is, I can help!”

Ignoring him was easy enough, but you couldn’t shut out his voice.

“You know you’re going to have to tell him soon.”

You sat back at your desk, working on new updates and Peter promptly sat in the chair next to you and started spinning.

“Well they have to be in the compound, I mean you’re always here. Do you ever go out?”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face. You loved your brother, but he really doesn’t have a stop button.

“Is it a lab assistant? Oh, what about that tall guy from the cafeteria, what was his name again?”

He really wasn’t going to let this go.

“No and no. Peter, don’t you have homework?”

“Yes, I’ve always got homework. I’ll do it if you tell me?”

You looked at his wide, innocent grin with your eyebrows raised.

“It’s easy, I’ll do it later.”

He continued spinning, looking up at the ceiling in thought. Just watching him out the corner of your eye made you dizzy. You were about to reach out and stop him when he suddenly stopped himself with a gasp.

“An avenger?! Why didn’t I think of that before? You see them all the time. You join us on game nights and movie nights and dinners. You help upgrade and fix their equipment and tech. You even have a room for when you work late. Which is most of the time. It’s an avenger isn’t it?”

You could feel the excitement rolling off him, practically jumping in his seat, as you let out a sigh and closed your eyes.

“Peter, go upstairs. Do your homework. We’ll talk when I finish.”

He jumped from the chair, tripping over his own feet and stumbling to the door. Skidding to a stop just before leaving he turned back while you kept your eyes on the tech in your hands.

“You promise? I can get more annoying.”

“I know you can, Peter. It’s your real superpower. Yes, I promise. Now get your ass upstairs.”

Peter could be found in the avenger’s common room doing homework after school most days of the week. No one’s surprised to see him buried in books and papers on a regular basis. Peter knew he should be doing his homework, you will check, but he couldn’t take his mind off who the father could be.

Steve? The two of you clicked straight away. He was always coming to you for help with all this new technology. Yes Tony and Natasha could help him, but they would make jokes and pick at him, sometimes he just wanted a straight answer and you were always patient with him.

Sam? You guys always bounced off each other so well with jokes and sass. You and Sam as a pair on team night was brutal for everyone else.

“Hey Parker, how’s the homework?”

“Hey Bucky, I just started.” Peter replied absentmindedly, without looking up from his list.

He snapped his head up towards Bucky making himself a coffee in the kitchen.

Bucky!

“How’s Y/N? Haven’t seen her around in a little while.”

“Um, she’s ok. Just, you know, a lot of work. In the lab. Maybe you could…go see her?”

Bucky nodded, hands resting on the countertop as he thought before pushing himself off and grabbing his coffee.

“No, it’s ok. I’ll, I’ll let her work. Just wanted to make sure she was ok. Good luck with your homework.”

Bucky sent Peter a small, tight lipped smile as he left the room. Peter immediately scrambled out of his chair, bolting for the elevator and hitting the button for the labs a little too eagerly.

“Bucky!”

You jumped, hand over heart, as Peter burst through the lab doors.

“Oh my, God! You scared the shit out of me!”

Peter was in front of you in a matter of seconds, a celebratory grin spread across his face as his eyes lit up.

“It’s Bucky isn’t it? He’s the father? You’re together.”

He started pacing as you watched him in silence.

“It’s so obvious really! He’s always been more comfortable around you since the day he arrived. Every time you see each other, no matter what, you both immediately light up, smiles on your faces. You always sit next to each other. You spend more time in here when he’s away on missions and him in the gym whenever you’re away at meetings and conferences and stuff with Tony. You both get restless and distracted if he gets hurt on a mission or if you’re sick. Wait, how long has this been going on? Do the others know? Do-“

You cut Peter off, stopping him in his tracks as you slapped your hand over his mouth.

“Shut. Up”

Sitting back down you rolled the other chair from behind you to Peter and motioned for him to sit down. Taking a heavy sigh, you ran a hand through your hair before looking up at your little brother.

“Now, you’ve done enough talking for a lifetime so you’re going to keep your mouth shut and sit still. Any more pacing or spinning,” you grabbed his chair as you spoke, stopping him before he could really start, making him plant his feet flat on the ground. “I might throw up, so stop. Yes. It’s Bucky. He’s the father. No, the others don’t know. Which is shocking, they’re supposed to be geniuses, spies and assassins and they don’t notice a relationship right under their noses for 10 months.”

You let out a short laugh as Peter’s mouth dropped open, eyes wide in shock.

“10 months?! Why didn’t you tell me?”

One look at Peter’s puppy face and his quiet voice broke your heart. You felt guilty for hiding this from him. You wanted to tell him so many times, neither of you have any secrets. Never have. He told you about the spider and his powers and becoming spiderman as it happened. But you couldn’t tell him you had a boyfriend? Leaning forward you held Peter’s hands in yours, making him look at you.

“I’m so sorry. Believe me, I wanted to tell you. So many times. But, Bucky was nervous, scared. After everything he’s been through. He needed the time. No offense, Peter, you’re my favourite person, I love you, but you suck at keeping secrets. And do not say Spiderman because seriously, Ned, May, MJ, even Tony found out easily and you tell every hero you come across.”

Peter scrunched his face, eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his face, “little offended, but you’re not wrong” he mumbled under his breath.

“I understand. Bucky’s been through a lot, he deserves someone as good as you.”

A smile broke out across your face, Peter could be annoying, but you felt so lucky to get a little brother as sweet and supportive as him.

“You’re going to have to tell me everything at some point but, are you happy? Do you love him?”

Looking away for a moment, smile on your face as you thought of Bucky. Peter found himself smiling, observing the look on your face. You didn’t even need to tell him, it was obvious. He’d never seen you this happy. He thought back over the last year since Bucky moved in and realised you’d been happier and more relaxed than he had ever seen you. Clearly you were just as lucky to have Bucky and he was to have you.

“I am happy. I love him very much.”

I’ll do a part 3 with Bucky if people want?

#bucky barnes imagine #avengers imagine #peter parker imagine #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x sister reader

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bet-your-ash · 4 years

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RedBox

RedBox: A Cherry Tree Extra 1,400 words

“I’m booooored,” Ashley dragged out, throwing another cherry pit at the wall of the tree house. “Me too,” Lilac sighed. She twirled a twig around in her hand, inspecting the leaf on top of it. After another second of silence, she glanced at Ashley and added, “You know, we could always go inside and finish that ess-”

“Nope!” Ashley interrupted. “Nope, nope, nope, do not even say the word.”

“You’re gonna have to do it eventually, Ash…”

“Not if the world ends before May, I don’t.”

Lilac rolled her eyes. “Don’t count on it.”

“Okay, you know what?” Ashley said, standing up with a determined look on her face. “We are going to go out.”

Lilac raised an eyebrow. “Go out where?” Ashley shrugged, patting her pockets for her keys. “Dunno. Somewhere.” She frowned, pulling the pockets of her shorts out to look for her keys. “Where’d I…”

“Kitchen counter, Ash,” Lilac sighed, standing up and climbing down the ladder.

“Damn,” Ashley muttered. “We’ll have to talk to people.”

“It’s just Connor - your mom’s out, right?” Lilac asked, and Ashley scowled. “Just Connor,” she echoed, following Lilac through the living room to the kitchen. “Just Connor, just a centipede, just -” She snickered as she saw Connor sitting at the kitchen table. “Just two thousand eight Joe Jonas…”

“I do not look like Joe Jonas!” Connor groaned, throwing up his hands.

“Yeah,” Ashley said, mussing his grown out hair, “you do.”

“His hair is, like, black!”

“Yeah, well, it’s the length that counts.”

“That’s what she said,” Lilac said under her breath, and Connor grinned. “Damn right!”

“Gee, thanks, Li,” Ashley said incredulously.

“C’mon Ash,” Lilac laughed, putting an arm around Ashley’s shoulders as she led her out of the house and towards her car. “Honestly, sometimes I think you like him more than me,” Ashley mumbled, and Lilac nudged her shoulder. “Only when you’re indecisive about where we’re going.”

“Hmm,” Ashley hummed, turning her key in the engine. “How about Walmart?”

Lilac raised an eyebrow. “... why?”

“Dunno,” Ashley replied with a shrug. “I wanna see a movie and there’s a - there’s, like, one of those old fashioned movie box things over there, right?” Lilac frowned. “Can’t we just watch Netflix? Do you even have money?”

Ashley grinned, catching her eye in the rearview mirror. “Semantics, darling - let’s just get there, shall we?” Lilac sighed, gazing out the window, and then smiled when Ashley turned up the radio and shouted along with the song playing.

They made it to Walmart fairly quickly and wandered around inside the store for a few minutes. “Ever seen the Aristocats?” Ashley asked from behind Lilac, and Lilac turned around to see Ashley posing in a mirror with a large, feathery, purple scarf wrapping around her neck.

“Better not die on me, Ash,” Lilac joked, and Ashley sighed wistfully, putting on a fake British accent. “Never, darling, but not for you - I just couldn’t bear to leave my sweet little kittens all alone!”

“You should play her in the live action remake,” Lilac laughed.

“Jesus,” Ashley said, putting the scarf back on the rack, “those damn live actions. Like, why do they have to butcher those classic oldies? Can’t they just leave them be and make new stories?”

“Disney died, right? Maybe they’re just not as creative as he was.”

Ashley frowned, feeling the fabrics of the rack of coats they were passing. “Okay, well, he couldn’t have made up all of those stories single handedly.” Lilac shrugged, putting her hands up in surrender. “Hey, don’t ask me - my four am internet spirals consist solely of Napoleon and Casablanca.”

“Napoleon?” Ashley echoed. “Isn’t that the three flavored ice cream?”

Lilac grinned. “Yeah, sure.”

“We should watch that movie again,” Ashley mused, stopping by a sun glasses display to fiddle with the various glasses. “What, Casablanca?” Lilac asked, and Ashley nodded, trying on a pair of pink, heart shaped sunglasses. “Yeah,” she said. “Ingrid Bergman can, like, get it.”

Lilac scoffed. “Are you serious?”

Ashley smirked, pushing the pink glasses down her nose slightly to look at Lilac. “As a heart attack, kid.” Lilac rolled her eyes. “You just have a thing for Swedes.” Ashley shrugged, exchanging the hearts for neon green aviators. “Perhaps. Tall people are something to be admired.”

Lilac looked down at her feet. What height was considered tall?

“Hey, think there’s a back entrance available to the public?” Ashley asked, breaking Lilac out of her thoughts. “Or do we have to break into an employee only area…” Lilac cleared her throat. “I dunno. But I do know,” she said, slipping the glasses off of Ashley’s nose, “that you steal these and we’re both going to jail.”

Ashley raised a brow. “Who’s to say that wasn’t my goal?”

“Me, Ash, I intend to keep my record clean.”

“You have horrible taste in friends for such a dimwitted goal, Lila.”

Lilac rolled her eyes with a smile, steering Ashley away from the door marked Employees Only at the back of the store and back towards the front entrance. “I’ll have you know that my taste in friends is impeccable,” Lilac replied. “You’re the only exception.”

Ashley giggled, leaning into Lilac’s shoulder. She hummed under her breath, “Darling you… are… the only exception…” Lilac raised an eyebrow. “Is that… Paramore?” she asked, and Ashley shrugged.

“Dunno,” she said absently, pouting when Lilac pulled her away from the sunglasses rack again. They walked through the doors and around the parking lot and finally found the Red Box they’d been looking for.

“Oooh, Spies in Disguise!” Ashley squealed, pointing excitedly at the movie on the screen. “That looks awful, Ash,” Lilac said flatly, and Ashley scoffed. “That’s Tom Holland you’re disrespecting, Lila, watch yourself!”

“Isn’t he the Spiderman guy?”

“You should see his abs,” Ashley sighed wistfully, putting a hand over her forehead and swooning backwards. Lilac caught her, rolling her eyes, and muttered, “He looks like he’s eating a frog.” Ashley grinned. “It’s all part of his charm, Lila.”

“Charm or not, we’re not watching Spies in Disguise,” Lilac said conclusively. “How about The Invisible Man?” Ashley grimaced. “Absolutely not. Shall we have our horror movie debate again?”

“Okay, how about… Dolittle?”

“Too many cute animals,” Ashley sighed. “I’ll cry. I wanna comedy. How ‘bout -”

“Dolittle is a comedy!”

“A real comedy!” Ashley exclaimed. “Like Scooby Doo!”

“You’re just gay for Daphne,” Lilac muttered.

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, you are too - besides, can’t be any more disturbing than the cartoon, can it? We can make fun of it and eat popcorn…” Lilac heaved a sigh but keyed in the number and paid, making Ashley squeal excitedly and wrap her arms around Lilac’s shoulders in a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, Lila!” she chirped, but she stayed put even after a few seconds to watch the movie appear out of the slot with her arms still around Lilac’s shoulders. Lilac got the movie and glanced at her after a second, raising an eyebrow and trying not to make it too obvious how much she was dying at their proximity.

“Gonna move, or am I gonna piggy back you all the way home?” Lilac asked.

There was a beat of silence.

“What if,” Ashley whispered, “we kissed in front of the Walmart Redbox… and we were both girls?” Lilac froze. “Um…” Ashley giggled, pulling away and singing loudly, “I have my dinner in my bathtub, then I go to sex club, la da da da da da…”

“What the fuck?” Lilac muttered hoarsely.

Ashley laughed at Lilac’s startled expression. “It’s a Tik Tok, Li, get with the program!” Lilac laughed wrly, shaking her head. “Of course it is,” she mumbled, getting into the passenger seat of Ashley’s car.

“Hey, would you be willing to dress up as a Jonas brother for Halloween?” Ashley asked as they pulled out of the Walmart parking lot. “My brother’s already got the hair cut - or lack thereof - and you’re giving me Kevin vibes.”

Lilac frowned. “I don’t know whether I should be insulted or flattered.”

“Both,” Ashley said. “But maybe it’s just ‘cause I’m a Nick…”

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