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jeranasblog · 5 years ago

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Starker Kink Advent Calendar - Day 7

Summary: Peter marries Tony because he wants to keep working. Tony marries Peter because he doesn’t want the boy’s brilliance to go to waste. Neither one of them expects an overwhelming attraction to unfold between them. Feelings, insecurities, and doubts tangle together until they find themselves inextricably linked. And what happens when a surprise turns everything upside down?

24 days, 24 chapters, 24 kinks

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Rating: E

Notes: Hey guys. I’ve decided to write a “Starker Kink Advent Calendar” this year, so 24 chapters with 24 different kinks. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Check all the sex tags on Ao3

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Day 7 - Anal Beads for Kim @twokinkybeans

Peter’s heat passed in a blur of fucking and knotting, so the day Tony and Peter went back to work came faster than they had expected. It was nice getting back into a routine, but Peter could have lived without the gossiping of his coworkers. Some of them were jealous, wondering how Peter had snatched away such a wealthy Alpha. The majority was happy for Peter, but there were a few colleagues whispering behind his back, claiming he had already fucked the Alpha before he had applied for the job.

The gossip made Peter insecure. He liked the Alpha, more than he had expected when they got married, but they still hadn’t talked about what this was between them. Peter was afraid Tony didn’t want what he wanted, afraid the Alpha thought about him as a pity case or an accessory. Their marriage was too good to be true.

Tony was amazing. He was patient, handsome and intelligent, everything Peter had always wanted in an Alpha. And to top it all, Tony was also incredible in bed. Peter couldn’t have imagined that sex could feel so good, that it would feel so perfect with his husband. Sometimes, he was ashamed of how needy he was, but Tony didn’t discourage him once, always calling Peter his perfect slut.

Peter knew the day they had to talk would come, but he wasn’t ready yet. He enjoyed the time he could spend with his husband, enjoyed every single second they fucked, cuddled or just relaxed on the couch together. A talk could fuck things up, and Peter was content just now.

Sure, their time together had lessened thanks to work, but they made room for each other on weekends and every single night. Tony worked longer than Peter, often until evening, but when he came home, Peter had usually already prepared dinner and they watched a movie together. A movie that usually ended in sex.

So when Peter came home one afternoon, he was surprised to hear sounds coming from the kitchen. Tony was usually still working at this time, but today the table was set and a small present was placed next to Peter’s plate.

“Hey, babe.” The Alpha greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, dressed in his favorite sweatpants and a tank top that was too tight for Peter to think about anything but sex. Shit, his husband was truly a sight.

“Just get changed, Peter. I’ll take care of dinner.”

Even though Peter wanted to ask what’s in the box or even better, open it immediately, he obeyed and picked out his favorite sleep shorts and one of Tony’s oversized hoodies to wear. And because Peter hoped for something more, he also rummaged around in his drawer until he found the red panties Tony loved so much.

Feeling better than before Peter went back into the living room.

“Is the present for me?” Peter hadn’t meant to ask, but he couldn’t keep his curiosity in check.

Tony chuckled. “Can we eat in peace if you didn’t open it?”

Peter blushed furiously and lowered his gaze. He knew he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, but he didn’t want to admit it either. Thankfully, Tony could already read him like a book.

“Come on, open it.”

The package wasn’t big, not even the size of a shoebox, but it was heavier than expected. Peter wanted to be patient, he really did, but as soon as Tony gave him an encouraging nod, Peter ripped the wrapping paper apart. He held a sleek black box with a golden emblem in his hand and opened the lid.

“What’s that?” Peter had never seen anything like this before. Inside were ten metal balls, all connected by a chain.

The Alpha’s eyes were glowing and Peter could see them darkening with hunger. “Have you ever heard of anal beads before, sweetheart?”

Peter swallowed. He had heard of it, MJ had mentioned it once, but he had never seen it before. A week ago, Peter would have been scared, but he had liked everything Tony had introduced in the bedroom so far. Suddenly, Peter wasn’t interested in dinner anymore.

“Can we eat later, Alpha?” Peter’s voice was already needy, and if he hadn’t seen the hunger in Tony’s eyes, he would have felt pathetic.

“I guess we can reheat it.”

Before Tony could react, Peter already jumped up, grabbed the box, and sprinted over to the bedroom. He wanted to try his present now. Tony was a little more patient so Peter was already down to his panties when the Alpha finally entered the room.

“What have I done to earn such a perfect little slut as a husband, huh?” Tony’s voice was nothing but a growl and Peter’s limbs trembled in arousal as he crawled onto the bed. Maybe it would speed things up if he presented for the Alpha?

“Go, get the lube, Peter. I can’t believe you’d tease me like this.”

Peter whimpered and obeyed, opening the night-drawer and pulling out the half-empty bottle. After that, he took the same position again, ass up and face down so the Alpha got a perfect view of the panties-covered ass. He wondered dimly if the fabric was already drenched, but before he could think too much about it, Tony pulled them down.

“Your little hole is beautiful, baby. Can’t believe I’m going to stuff you with something other than my cock. I want to fuck you right now.”

Yes, yes, yes. “Fuck me, Alpha. Please, fuck me.”

But Tony chuckled and shook his head. “No, baby. I promised you the use the gift so that’s what you’ll get. Gimme the lube, sweet thing. Can’t be wet enough for this.”

Peter doubted his slick wouldn’t be enough because he could already feel it running down his thighs again, but he didn’t protest. Tony probably knew what he was doing and Peter wouldn’t protest over such a simple thing as lube.

“It’s gonna be cold in the beginning, baby. I’ll try to warm it up, but I want you to feel it, alright?” Peter moaned affirmatively. “You can either watch me or close your eyes. Your decision.”

Peter pondered for a minute. He wanted to watch Tony, wanted to see the hunger in his Alpha’s eyes, but he wanted to focus on the feeling as well. In the end, he decided to close his eyes and waited for the Alpha to start.

Even though Tony had warned him, Peter still flinched when the first bead was pressed into his hole. It was cold, but Peter’s body heated it up quickly. He barely felt it so something close to disappointment washed over him. He had been so excited for it.

The feeling lasted a few seconds until Tony pulled on the chain and the bead was pressed against the inside of his rim before the muscle slowly opened to let the metal free. Peter had never felt anything like this before, a hot surge of arousal that went immediately into his cock. He let out a filthy moan.

“Again,” Peter demanded and Tony chuckled when he pressed the bead in again, only to pull it out a second later. Peter’s entire body shook in arousal. Not even five minutes in and Peter’s cock was already leaking.

“Can you take all ten for me?” Tony asked, his voice dark and gravely.

How could Peter resist such a request? He nodded, arching his back even further and encouraging Tony to go on. The Alpha placed the first bead against his hole, teasing and tempting him, but he didn’t push it in. After a while, Peter turned his head in question.

“Baby, I need you to do me a favor. Do you listen?” Tony’s face was serious.

“Uh-huh.”

“If it gets too much, tell me ‘red’, okay? I need to know that you stop me if it gets too much.”

Red? Like a safeword? Peter was sure he could take all the beads without stopping Tony, but he could do it if it made Tony happy.

“Red for stop,” Peter repeated and the smile Tony gave him as a reward was worth the distraction.

“Such a good boy.” The praise made Peter’s cock jump. “Now spread your cheeks, baby. Show me your greedy hole.”

Peter’s hands trembled in arousal as they wandered behind his back, pulling his cheeks apart and showing off his leaking hole. The curse Tony let out made Peter smirk, but he hid it in his pillow. He wanted the beads now.

Cold metal was pressed inside of him again, still not that much of a stretch but this time, Peter knew what was coming. He closed his eyes in anticipation, purring contently when the second and third bead joined the first.

“How do you feel, sweet thing?”

How did he feel? Peter loved the attention Tony gave him, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be filled to the brim. Wanted to struggle with the stretch.

“Empty.”

Tony chuckled again and slapped Peter’s ass playfully. Fuck, Peter loved that. The sensation tingled through his entire body and he wanted nothing more than to feel the sting again. Peter wiggled his ass, trying to coax his Alpha to hit him one more time, but Tony steadied his hips with a tight grip.

“Not today, baby. We have to talk about it before. Let’s stuff you full for now, alright?”

Peter couldn’t answer because simultaneous to his word, Tony pushed in three more beads. Finally, he was feeling the stretch, the metal forcing him open and when Peter wiggled his ass, one of the beads bumped against his prostate. The first needy whine slipped from his lips.

“That’s it, sweet thing. Not content until you’re properly filled. Do you want more?”

“Yes, Alpha.” He wanted more, he needed more.”

“Beg me, Peter.”

Oh, God. The command made Peter see stars and he had to take three deep breaths before he could focus on his words again.

“Please, A-Alpha, gimme more. N-need to be filled.”

Tony stroked his back and whispered in his ear how good he was, how obedient while he pushed another two beads into Peter’s slick heat. The Omega knew he was stuffed already, the beads bumping against each other while pleasure coursed through his body. His cock was leaking by now, adding to the mess his slick had already left on the mattress.

Getting the ninth bead into his body was a struggle and Peter had to bite his lips to stop himself from coming. Had he really thought he didn’t like the beads first? He was totally changing his mind. This was amazing.

“Can you take one last bead for me, baby?”

Peter didn’t know how it would fit, but he nodded affirmatively. He would try it, try to make his Alpha happy.

Tony had to press to get the last bead in, his hole almost too full to take it but somehow, it plopped in. Peter wailed in pleasure, one of the beads was pressed against his sweet spot again. It was too much, Peter was already close while his neglected cock bobbed against his own stomach.

“So close, Alpha. I can’t… I need…”

“Shh,” Tony soothed him while his hand wandered around his body, caressing his stuffed belly. “I can feel them moving inside you, sweet thing. You were perfect for me. Such a good little Omega. You can come when I pull them out, I promise.”

Peter relaxed, relieved that he got his Alpha’s permission. His entire world was zoomed in, fixated on his Alpha and everything Tony did to him. He was almost floating, his body shaking with pleasure.

When Tony pulled out, it came unexpectedly. One moment, the Alpha was still stroking his back, whispering sweet things in his ear, and in the next, he grabbed the chain and pulled the beads out.

Peter screamed as he came, his body squirming on the bed, and Tony had to hold him so Peter didn’t hit one of them accidentally. The pleasure was so intense that Peter noticed nothing but the overwhelming feeling inside of him, not his leaking cock, and not even Tony’s praising words.

The Alpha gave him time after each bead, prolonging Peter’s orgasm until the Omega couldn’t take it anymore and he started to sob. He was floating, the euphoric feeling going on and on until Peter fell limp onto the bed.

Tony cooed as he pulled out the last bead, wrapping Peter into a tight embrace and pulling him against his muscular chest.

“You were perfect, my Omega. Such a good boy. I’m proud of you.”

Peter smiled and pressed himself closer against his Alpha’s chest. He made his Alpha proud, he was a good boy.

The last thing Peter heard before he fell asleep was Tony telling him what a good investment the beads had been. Peter could only agree.

#starker #advent calendar

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spideesenses · 6 years ago

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For I Have Sinned [2] → Peter Parker

pairing: fratboy!peter x reader

warnings: there’s no smut (yet) but the fic is 18+. innocence kink.

prompt: peter came home for the holidays and much to his dismay, you were the new girl next door.

<<one

Day two of Peter being back home resulted in him visiting Ned and MJ, his two closest friends.

Day three was him, exploring town, as if he’d been gone for three years, when in actuality, it was about five months.

Day four, he spent the day with Aunt May, watching movies.

What all of these days had in common? You, but not you. You swarmed his mind like a colony of bees and its honeycomb. Or it could’ve been the other way around with how much bees worshipped their hive. He wanted to see you again.

“Um, so when do you think the Y/L/N’s will be over again?” Peter tried to be sly. But May caught on quickly, squinting her eyes at the college boy.

“Leslie should be getting off work within the hour. After that, we’re going to our yoga class. You should go see what Y/N’s up to though, I’m sure she’d enjoy not being by herself.”

“Maybe I will,” he decided to take May up on her offer. May went to go prep pesto sandwiches; Leslie and May always brought lunches for each other. She made two extras for her growing boy and then she was off. And so was Peter. He found himself at your door, his fist coming into contact with the wood. It didn’t take long for you to answer the door.

“Peter,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing here?” you flattened out your plaid skirt. You wore a white collared t-shirt with a grey vest and a tie. You looked like you jumped out of an anime, you probably didn’t even notice it.

“I wanted to see if you were busy.” Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“No, actually I’m not.” you smiled at him, eyes crinkling as you did.

“There’s an ice skating rink just a few blocks away, I’ve been wanting to go for a while. Would you like to come with?” ah, it made sense why he was wearing a hoodie.

“Sure, that sounds fun. Let me grab a jacket,” you left the door slightly open as you ran to your room, yanking out the first jacket you saw. You were throwing it on as you met Peter at the door. “Let’s go!” you were excited.

You two walked, keeping a conversation going with every step. Peter was an interesting boy, he was brilliant, you didn’t understand why he was in a fraternity with a bunch stupid boys who were only interested in partying and girls. Maybe that was a part of him too, but you didn’t understand why he wasted his time.

Once you and Peter made it to the ice rink, Peter paid for admission and rental skates for you both. You thanked him as you told the lady at the desk your shoe size.

“I’m gonna be honest, I have never been ice skating.” you confessed, sitting right beside Peter as you watched him put his skates on.

“That’s okay, I’ll teach you. I’m a fairly great skater, if I do say so myself.” he grinned and went to help you put yours on, kneeling down in front of you as he tucked your feet into the skates. He tied the laces for you as well. You wanted to tell him that you knew how to put on shoes and tie laces, but the moment was too pure to be ruined. Peter extended an arm out to you, in which you happily took.

“You’re cute,” you smiled at him, taking his hand. Thanks for lacing me up.” cute was not a word sorority girls ever used to describe him. He always got ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, ‘fine as hell’. It was enlightening to hear a pretty girl call him something because of his personality.

The second you stepped foot onto the rink, it was chaos. You yelped as your skates slid from under you, plopping to the ground. You pouted as Peter laughed, skating his way back to you. He helped you back up, jeez his arms were built.

Peter kept his hands on your waist, instructing you to take small strides. Ultimately, he was ready to catch you if you fell. Eventually, he got to the point where he felt confident in you to leave you at an arm’s distance.

“You’re gonna be a pro skater in no time,” Peter said, skating right beside you. His hand hovered over you before he pulled away.

“Wait, Peter, don’t let go!” you shouted. Your legs shook in fear of being by yourself, causing you to tumble down. Out of instinct, you reached out to catch yourself... which of course had to be Peter. You yelped as you landed on top of him, Peter landing with a grunt. “Oh shoot,” you frowned, eyeing his slightly pained expression. “I’m so sorry.” you propped yourself up, trying to push yourself off him, but with the slippery surface, you seemed to struggle.

“It’s alright babe,” he chuckled at how cute you were. He grabbed your waist to hold your steady as you got settled on your feet. When you successfully were standing, you used both hands to try and help Peter up. You had to use all of your body weight, making him laugh. “That was fun.”

“No it wasn’t, it was embarrassing,” you frowned.

“Hey,” Peter grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. Your cheeks heated up, fighting against the coldness that was the ice rink. “You did great, give yourself some credit.” he knew what he was doing.

“Peter?” a deep voice spoke. Peter turned and saw his two best friends.

“Oh, hey Ned, what are you doing here?” they did their secret handshake.

“I’m here with Betty. She was really sad today, so I wanted to cheer her up. You?” Ned was a hopeless romantic. He had the right idea in high school, he just needed a chance to grow up.

“I’m here with Y/N,” Peter introduced. You waved, smiling at Peter’s best friend.

“Nice to meet you Ned. Peter’s mentioned you quite a few times,” you smiled at the hawaiian boy.

“So you’re neighbor girl?” Ned smirked at Peter. Peter rolled his eyes, signaling for him to cut it out. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Peter doesn’t shut up about you.”

“Really?” this wasn’t you being cocky. You were shocked. You doubted it because why would Peter be talking about you?

“Ned and I are gonna grab some hot chocolate, do you want one?” he said as him and his friend began skating away. You gave him a nod, smiling widely at him.

“Okay, you’re right, she’s super cute.” Ned commented. “So are you gonna cuff her or what?” Peter thought about it. While his deepest desires were to ruin you, he really did enjoy getting to know you.

“Maybe,” the two took a glance at you. You were clinging to the side of the ice rink, you let go for the slightest second and your legs trembled, like you were a fawn in the woods taking her first step. You hugged onto the railing for dear life. “They’re like super religious. I’m probably the first guy she’s ever had contact with, don’t wanna take advantage.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” Ned was impressed with this new behavior- er, old behavior considering high school Peter would never treat a girl how he did in college. “You whipped or what?” Ned paid for three hot chocolates. Peter couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“I’m not whipped. I have morals, okay? I’m okay with playing this game with anyone else because at least they know what they’re getting into. She’s... she’s naive. She’d never expect it; she trusts me.” Peter sighed. And it was the truth. He couldn’t play your heart. Maybe he felt tempted to corrupt you a little, but he’d never intentionally break your heart — even with his fratboy mindset.

The two boys returned to the ladies, who’d found each other by recognizing who they were with. Betty was helping you out, letting you hold her hand. She was smiling bigger than Ned had seen her all day.

“Hi baby,” Betty kissed Ned’s cheek as she handed you off to Peter, who was holding your hot chocolate. The second you touched Peter’s arm, you clung onto it, hugging it tightly to your chest. “It was nice meeting you Y/N.” Betty waved. You returned a wide smile.

“And you as well. Thank you for helping me out.” you said so graciously.

“Did you have fun?” Peter asked. You were seated at the bench you were previously in. Again, he was knelt down in front of you, unlacing your skates as you sipping at the hot chocolate. You nodded your head vigorously.

“Lots, I still have some work to do, but at least I know what to expect next time.” next time. Peter grinned to himself. “Thank you, for inviting me out.”

“Anytime Y/N. If there’s anything you wanna do in New York, just let me know and I’ll take you.”

“I’ll keep you to that.”

Although you had a hot chocolate to keep you warm, the lack of sleeves on your arms caused you to shiver. Peter being the gentleman he was, pulled off his hoodie. You two traded, you gave him your hot chocolate as he stuffed his hoodie over your head. It smelt just like how you imagined he’d smell like. Spearmint toothpaste and lightly of expensive cologne. It was still warm from his body and your heart fluttered. The hoodie was enormous on you, considering it was slightly big for Peter. It was long enough to swim over your skirt, you could wear it as a dress. You looked good in his clothes.

Peter at least had another set of sleeves under his hoodie. He wore a thick long-sleeved shirt under his NASA t-shirt. He did keep your hot chocolate though, taking small swigs from it every now and then.

“I liked your friends, they seemed really nice.” you mumbled as you walked beside him.

“They really are. They’re funny too. Just wait till you meet MJ, I think you’d like her too.”

“You’ll have to introduce me to her too.” he found your enthusiasm adorable. You trusted everyone.

“Aunt May made pesto sandwiches, would you like to come in?” you knew May and your mother were still at yoga together, so it’d be just him and you. The thought made you nervous; but you liked spending time with him, so how could you refuse?

“Yeah, I’d love to.” Peter let you in first. He really got to see how you looked in his clothes. You looked irresistible. He questioned if it’d be okay to scoop you up in his arms and tell you how cute you were, but he knew the answer to that.

“I don’t think I asked you this, but what are you majoring in?” you took a bite of the pesto sandwich. It was vegetarian, slices of red and yellow bell peppers, cucumbers, and carrots could be made out with the light layer of pesto sauce.

“Engineering as a first major, I like building and designing things. When I was in high school, I had an internship for Tony Stark. He actually wrote a letter of recommendation for me to go to MIT. They accepted me, but I didn’t want to be too far from home, I get homesick easily.”

“I’m sure you’re great at designing, I mean, to have an internship with Tony Stark means he saw something in you. You got accepted into MIT? And turned them down for family?” see, he knew you could read in between the lines. It wasn’t that he just got homesick. It was the same business with Columbia. He wanted to protect May. So, a twenty minute drive trumped a four hour one.

“What about you? Are you going to school?” you frowned.

“As much as I’d love to get an education, mom says my job is to stay home and take care of my future children.” you shrugged. You disagreed with it a lot, it took away your freedom to do whatever you wanted. But you didn’t blame her, she grew up in a time and place where that was the norm for women.

“What would you like to major in? If you had the chance?” Peter asked you.

“Psychology. Uh, I take mental health quite seriously. I want to help people, who maybe don’t have an understanding on what’s happening in their head, or people who are confused by it? I dunno, I just wanna help people out.” he smiled at your answer. “You’re moving back in right?”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

“Good,” you nodded with a curt smile. “I’m glad I’ll be seeing more of you.”

#a lil sum more soft #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #fratboy!peter parker #alia writes

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hellzyeahwebwielingessays · 5 years ago

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The Not-So-Amazing Mary Jane Part 7: MJ blindly trusts Beck (even though she wouldn’t!)

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This post will be the first of maaaaaaany where I’ll be unpacking the problems prevalent in the status quo presented to us in at the end of AMJ #1.

My intent is to thoroughly explore these problems in this and consequent posts before moving onto issue #2. By doing this I (and others so inclined) can try to bear them in mind as prevailing problems with every issue until such as a time as they are addressed.

In future posts like this (at least until we get to AMJ #2) I will try to dispense with the preamble and get right down to business.

But for now I should start by clearly defining what exactly the premise presented in AMJ #1 even is.

The premise as I see it is as follows:

Mary Jane, out of sympathy for him and interest in the project, is making a movie with Mysterio. A Mysterio who has disguised himself as a respected film director and hired former felons and current super villains as part of his crew. He and MJ maintain Beck’s secret from everyone (which includes Peter but we’ll get there in another post).

In this instalment I will be addressing why MJ’s trust of Beck and failure to verify his claims is nonsensical.

As touched on in our coverage of AMJ #1, Mary Jane believes Beck’s sob story and ultimately agrees to work with him in spite of his crimes and the presence of active villains. Williams writes her genuinely sympathetic and interested in the film project, buying what Beck is saying and lacking any suspicion beyond that.

The most we get is MJ (arguably) noticing Beck’s abuse of one his staff and presumably bearing it in mind for future dealings with him.

Now, MJ is great at reading people and is very aware she possesses that skill. Between her upbringing moving around the country, her profession in acting and modelling (which puts many people, in particular young women, in potentially vulnerable positions) and her experience dating and living with a superhero, it’s an essential skill and one she’s honed. You could call it her personal brand of spider-sense.

If MJ’s Spidey sense were registering honesty from someone then it’d be crucial in her decision to ultimately believe them and judge their threat level.

These pages though get muddy because Beck is mixing the truth and deception. Technically everything he is saying is true so MJ would likely be picking that up. But he didn’t actually need MJ to be in the movie so he was lying about that and more poignantly he is omitting the fact this movie plays into Kindred’s wider schemes.

Is MJ’s failure to register deception from Beck a mistake? Is Williams dropping the ball here?

Actually no.

Mary Jane is a good read of people, but she is absolutely not flawless in this regard. There have been times she’s misread Peter and indeed been fooled by other people. Five key examples come to mind and we’re going to be starting with the most debatable ones.

Firstly there was Jason Jerome a fellow actor who offered friendship and support when MJ began working on the soap opera Secret Hospital. Jason was a harassing creep intent upon seducing Mary Jane, regarding her marital status as challenge that’d make his ‘conquest’ all the sweeter. I go into much more detail about Jason’s encounters with MJ in this post.

I will concede that it can definitely be argued that MJ was out of character or emotionally vulnerable during the course of this subplot so it doesn’t necessarily prove anything. Nevertheless, in MJ’s canonical history she was fooled by a fellow (and more experienced) actor than herself.

Secondly there was Aunt May’s death in ASM #400. Aunt May was impersonated by a dying actress who’d been genetically altered to look like and register as her. For around a year everyone (including MJ) believed their beloved May to be dead once more proving how MJ’s ability to read people isn’t flawless. Again though there is a lot of stuff that can be contested with this example, the most significant being that as originally written the intent was that this was the actual Aunt May, not an imposter.

However even accepting the retcon one could argue that due to her pregnancy, May’s miraculous recovery from a coma and the general stress of the Clone Saga up until that point Mary Jane’s ‘Spidey sense’ was not going to be working properly. However, canonically this is once again an example of a fellow (and likely more experienced) actress deceiving MJ.

My other examples don’t have nearly as much leeway.

Perhaps the most significant is Jonathan Caesar, the Parkers’ landlord who was obsessed with ‘owning’ Mary Jane. You can imagine what that would’ve entailed. He abducted MJ and held her prisoner for a little while. The thing is initially MJ found the guy charming and the idea he was a threat never crossed her mind.

Unlike the above two examples there weren’t any obvious extenuating circumstances that I can recall to excuse MJ’s faux pas. She was just genuinely fooled by him.

Then we have her friend Lorraine whom you might recall from part 4 of this essay series. As mentioned there, Lorraine was an old friend of MJ’s who’d developed a cocaine problem. MJ sought to help her and Lorraine seemed willing to be helped. But when MJ left her alone for a little while Lorraine almost immediately snuck out to find her next hit.

Models are not actresses strictly speaking. But to my limited knowledge their profession must involve some degree of adopting a false persona. Even if we were to say otherwise, Lorraine was clearly capable of duping Mary Jane.

Finally, for an extended period of time the Chameleon fooled MJ and most everyone else when he impersonated J. Jonah Jameson in Web #52.

Like Beck, Chameleon made a whole career out of fooling people and Beck could be argued to be even better at it than Chammy.

So the idea that someone could fool MJ is definitely possible in a lot of stories.

But we shouldn’t take MJ’s trust as a sign that she is in the right. It’s so often tempting to side with the protagonist’s POV precisely because they are the protagonist. If MJ trusts Mysterio she must feel he isn’t dangerous and isn’t that bad really right?

But the possibility that she can be wrong is on the table based upon her history and (whilst I personally doubt Williams intended it this way) that is what is happening here big time.

Now I am not suggesting that MJ should second-guess every read of people she makes nor that the above examples should be sore spots in her mind. But collectively they would enshrine to Mary Jane herself that she shouldn’t just presume her immediate reads of people are accurate, and that would go even more so for professional actors.

In this issue MJ hasn’t got any extenuating circumstances to compromise her judgement. She isn’t in the midst of an emotionally turbulent time in her life. She isn’t being blinded my friendship, loneliness or familial love. She also hasn’t had much time to observe or get to know Beck up close and personal, this exchange being the longest amount of time they’ve ever spoken to one another.

But as I spent far too much time pointing out in parts 3-5, MJ is very aware of Mysterio’s skills, his typical tactics and the horrible things he has done. She knows he is a career criminal and a dangerous/nasty one at that. And she knows that he is an incredibly accomplished and experienced manipulator/deceiver/actor, almost definitely more experienced than her self. And this is to say nothing of the times he’s personally hurt her or the people she cares about.

Realistically upon learning of Beck’s involvement she should somehow start to work against him and most definitely not trust him!

Even exempting the personal pain he’s been complicit in visiting upon Mary Jane and/or her loved ones, she knows enough about him to be suspicious.

In knowing his skillset and M.O. Mary Jane should either not trust him at all or at the very least not simply not take everything he says at face value. She would be savvy enough to recognize whatever her ‘radar’ is reading. At best the odds are 50/50 that her radar is off. And those odds exist precisely because making you believe things that aren’t real is the entire conceit of Beck’s alter ego.

But wait, there’s more!

Beck basically admitted to:

Stealing a man’s identity

Wasting over a year of his life working on a project that doesn’t actually exist (in a location notorious for unaccounted for landmines btw)

Using that to con people into giving him their money

Using that money to make a movie which means he’s gambling with their money without their consent and potentially gambling with the public image of the film studio, the crew and the man he’s impersonating if the film gets a bad reception or financially flops

He’s doing all this off the back of what an extremely risky movie to make in the first place. Imagine if an empathetic and unapologetic movie about the life of George Zimmerman came out?

Said movie is a vanity project explicitly about himself

He’s using current super villains on the crew. If you are a current super villain then by definition you are not out on parole, you aren’t reformed and you are still wanted by the law.

And Mary Jane…goes along with this. Lampshading the fact that it’s insane for her to do that doesn’t excuse the extreme mischaracterization of doing that in the first place.

At the very least she should run a check online or with her various contacts in the super hero community to see if he’s actually dying. Remember from MJ’s POV Beck has full on faked his own death at least twice. She has no hard evidence for this whatsoever beyond the word of a man who is notoriously duplicitous.

Now to play Devil’s advocate we could argue that MJ believes Beck is out of jail legally. He might’ve served his time, been let out early for good behaviour or precisely because he is dying. Or perhaps he had legal help that weaselled him out of being locked up.

However this angle of interpretation just doesn’t hold up to scrutiny.

For starters given his very long history of very serious crimes (even excluding the ones MJ is unaware of) it’d be common sense to presume that Beck would be serving time barring extenuating circumstances. Common sense would then lead anybody to try and confirm if any extenuating circumstances exist. This could prove impossible because how accessible records on costumed criminals are to the public is unclear. But anyone with a phone or internet access could at least try.

MJ has far more than mere common sense and she’s got far more than a phone and internet access. And yet there isn’t even a hint that she makes even a lazy attempt at confirming Beck’s story.

Now let’s pretend MJ forgot every single encounter with Mysterio she knows about before Nick Spencer’s run. No faking Aunt May’s death. No helping Doc Ock in ‘Ends of the Earth’. Nothing from ‘Guardian Devil’. None of the stuff we covered in parts 3-5.

Mary Jane would still realistically be fully aware Beck committed a HUGE crime mere months ago that involved the Avengers (plus other heroes) that was also the inciting incident that reconciled her with the love of her life.

This alone should be enough for her to not so quickly or blindly trust Beck! Even if she was unaware of the legal fallout of that event it was still an event that endangered lots of innocent people and heroes. Chiefly it endangered the love of her life! MJ trusts the guy whose actions nearly killed the man she loves most in the world!

Speaking of Peter by the way, he’s a super hero who’s regularly tangled with this guy.*

She has also worked for, is an acquaintance of or personal friends with:

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Riri Williams/Ironheart

The main roster of the Fantastic Four

Several big name members of the Avengers (including Captain America and Jessica Drew)

The Avengers faithful butler Jarvis

Members of a support group comprised of the loved ones of super heroes (see ASM v5 #8-10)

Carlie Cooper, a forensics scientist who has worked for the police

She has also encountered shape shifters, impersonators, clones and body swaps in the last 10 years of her life, so a certain degree of safety precautions would be requisite for her.

Collectively this means MJ would not simply presume Beck is walking free legally and more importantly could and would check up on that. It wouldn’t be hard. She wouldn’t even have to tell Peter if for some reason she was worried about him knowing; we’ll dive a lot more into this in a much later instalment.

Her research would then naturally turn up the fact that Beck clearly escaped from prison. Even if the details of Beck’s trial or consequent legal proceedings (like being paroled or cutting a deal) weren’t public knowledge Mary Jane’s contacts would be able to inform her of what would’ve happened. Thus she’d know Beck was legally declared insane and sent to Ravencroft but not legally released.

Similarly even if the details of Mysterio’s ‘death’ in Ravencroft weren’t publically known MJ would have the means of learning that and thus confirm that Beck had faked his death once again; (see ASM v5 #24-25). This would then open up the possibility to MJ that the body the authorities have belongs to someone else.

From MJ’s point of view, at best that’s macabre and unethical. At worst it could mean Beck caused someone’s death. MJ is clearly aware that Mysterio might be capable of such a thing because she is almost immediately concerned Beck has done something bad to the real Cage McKnight!

Now I’m not saying MJ is going along with Beck even knowing he probably killed his psychiatrist. But what I am saying is that it’s utterly out of character for MJ (or pretty much any character) to not check this stuff!

Maybe Williams will address all this, but reading AMJ #1 it seems far more likely she’s not bothered to consider the implications of the direction she has taken. Or worse, she has but is ignoring them because she wants to tell the story she wants no matter what.

The point is moot though because MJ wouldn’t give Beck the benefit of the doubt in the first place.

There is more to be said regarding MJ’s trust issues in the story, but I think I’ll save that for next time.

*And typically won through a highly unique danger sense that MJ lacks, a sense that mitigates Beck’s abilities.

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The Perfect Stranger

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Peter wasn’t sure if he was ready for this again. He didn’t have the best track records in dating. Most times it ended up in someone getting hurt because of him. Almost always with his heart being broken. He had come up with three hundred reasons (and counting) to not do this, and yet he was throwing himself back into the fire pit. He was obviously a masochist, if his side job wasn’t already enough of a hint.

“Peter!” Peter spun around to the sound of his name and his heart skipped when he saw Spencer jogging towards him. That bright sunshine smile was enough to dispel any last-minute doubts floating around in Peter’s mind. “Sorry, I’m late,” Spencer's hands fell to his knees and he panted. “You didn’t wait long, right?”

“No, no,” Peter shook his head. “I just got here.” Fifteen minutes ago... maybe twenty.

“Great, I would hate to make you wait,” Spencer reached out for Peter and wrapped himself around Peter’s arm, their bodies flushed together. Peter kept the squawk at the back of his throat away from Spencer’s ears. “So, where to?” Spencer tilted his head up with expectations in his eyes. Peter wasn’t sure if Spencer was doing all of this on purpose or if he was just that naturally adorable. Either way, it should be illegal because the charm is working.

“We could walk around Central Park if you want?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been able to laze around there for so long,” Spencer sighed into Peter’s shoulder.

“Seriously?” Peter paused and furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought you just moved here.”

The sunshine smile on Spencer’s face cracked at the corner of his lips but if Peter noticed he chose to ignore it. Spencer ducked his head away from Pete’s eyes, “I uh, did but I used to visit here a lot when I was younger.” That’s the first time he’s ever heard that from Spencer. It shouldn’t have been odd since New York City got thousands of tourists each day. Most Americans either had family living in the city or used it as a big vacation spot to mark off things on their bucket list. He just thought it would be something Spencer would definitely mention over the past few weeks. “It’s really no big deal, it was so long ago,” Spencer tugged on his arm.

“Cool, we can just take it slow then,” Peter tore his eyes away from Spencer and began to lead the way to Central Park. Any wary thoughts in his mind about Spencer went quiet after that moment.

“So despite any of your conclusion-jumping thoughts, it was not my fault that I was late,” They were only a few minutes into their stroll in Central Park, but Spencer was already on a spiel about why he was not to be blamed for being late. “Seriously, I had everything planned out…”

Spencer really loved to talk. He would find a conversation in the smallest of things and drag the usual five minute topic out to an hour. It could be overwhelming to Peter who enjoyed a little peace and quiet but he overall enjoyed listening to Spencer’s stories. And he loved(too soon) liked that Spencer enjoyed listening to his own stories too. He would give Peter room to respond and valued his opinion,genuinely interested in what Peter had to say. It was rare that a conversation grew dull between them.

The thing was when Spencer’s mouth started going at it he tended to let loose a few pieces of information.

“And like when I’m finally ready to leave, my sister tries to take my jacket. I mean it’s her jacket but how could she take it. It completes the outfit and it looks so good on me. I had to wrestle her out of there which is not easy, trust me.”

“You have a sister?” Peter stopped in his tracks. Peter didn’t have a problem with any information Spencer revealed about himself. That was the point of going out on a date: to get to know each other. In fact, Peter was open to learning everything he could about Spencer; he wasn’t the issue.

The problem was that Spencer didn’t seem to share the same sentiments.

Spencer voice fell silent , “Yeah, I have a sister.” A short and quick answer, no stories, no pictures, no further details. Whenever Spencer realized he spilled certain details about himself to Peter, he would quickly try to switch the conversation or divert Peter’s attention elsewhere. Peter wouldn’t go so far to call himself a professional detective, but after years of crime-fighting and carrying out multiple investigations you pick up on a few things. The most obvious would be Spencer’s relentless avoidance on any topics about his family or home. Peter does not get the feeling that Spencer comes from a bad home. With the few slip-ups that have happened Spencer sounded very content with his home life, but he’s been wrong before. The only things that Peter knew about Spencer’s family or home life was that Spencer cooks, always has hot water, and now has a sister to which he has no picture nor a name to match to.

In addition to Spencer’s secret family, he also never named friends. Unlike his family, Spencer would freely tell Peter many stories and adventures about his friends-- nameless friends with very little descriptions and again no pictures. Peter had to wonder if this is what having a personal conversation with Spider-Man sounded like. Peter had to stick names to the people in Spencer’s stories like the annoying neighbor, a frequent in Spencer’s tales. Peter has managed to put together that the man had to be very tall and muscular( thankfully sounded older, hopefully not handsome). The facts were that Spencer obviously didn’t want Peter knowing some things. Why the knowledge of his sister would be filed under classified in Spencer’s mind was a mystery Peter was still trying to solve.

Spencer eyes snapped over to a lake ahead of them,“Oh, look, they are doing boat rides.” And there was Spencer’s distraction. Peter had gotten used to Spencer’s deflections by now. He played along with it for the most part, but there were moments he was tempted to use the covert interrogation techniques he managed to learn from Cat and take a crack at Spencer. Dig until he found his answers.

Peter glanced over at the lake with several boats already drifting on it and looked back at Spencer’s innocent eyes. “You sure?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” Spencer grabbed Peter’s hand and dragged him over.

If Spencer wasn’t ready to share then Peter would respect that. It’s not like Spencer was the only one keeping secrets.

“Ummm, Spencer?” Peter started as he continued to row both of them out. Spencer liked the idea of a row boat but hated rowing, leaving it up to Peter to take the fancy dame out to the good scenery on the lake. He had a feeling that rowing was not the only thing Spencer disliked on a boat.

“Mmmm.” Spencer hummed. He had his eyes set down on the water while spot between his eyebrows scrunched up.

“Do you like water?”

Spencer didn’t react to Peter’s question. His eyes flicked up to get a quick glance at Peter before going back down to the water, “Why would you ask that?”

“Well, you’ve been glaring at it from some time now.”

Spencer snapped his head up and sighed, “I don’t hate it.” He looked around at the nearest land which was a good distance away from them.

“Is it that you can’t swim?” Cause that was the first conclusion everyone jumped to when a person didn’t like water.

“I can swim,” Spencer shrugged. “I just don’t like being wet most times.”

“Most times?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “What about the beach? You said you love the beach.”

“It’s different,” Spencer shrugged, “and no one goes to the beach to really swim.” Spencer said it was like some unwritten rule Peter has never heard of.

“Then what go to the beach to do?”

“Tan, take some pictures, beach volleyball, and show off your new swimsuit,” Spencer smirked.

“Pool Party?”

“An excuse to get drunk while showing off your new swimsuit.”

“Skinny dipping?”

“That’s unfair.”

“You need to get wet.”

“But you’re doing it for the sex.”

“Touche.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and chuckled before staring back down at the water. He stretched his hand down and ran it through the green water. Spencer attention steadied on the ripples he created in the still water. Peter tilted his head with his gaze heavy on his date . As if reading Peter’s mind Spencer spoke, “I’m not scared of water. It’s just,” Spencer paused and fixed himself further away from the edge of the boat, “I just have a complicated relationship with water.”

Peter stopped rowing, “We could go back.” Farwell that wasted fifteen dollars.

“No, no,” Spencer shook his head and leaned back on his hands. “Honestly I’m fine Peter. This is romantic. I like it.”

“You do?” Peter pursed his lips.

Spencer nodded and looked around, “I mean it’s so beautiful.” It was still the early days of October, the green trees have already started to fade into a mixture of oranges and reds. A few already falling onto the water. Spencer took a deep breath in and let it out in content, falling deeper into himself. Rather than admiring the beauty around him, Peter found himself much more distracted with the one in front of him. If there was one word to describe Spencer, it was perfect. Perfect laugh. Perfect hair. Perfect blue eyes that Peter never wanted to look away from. Laughed at his lame jokes. Loved Spider-Man. Interesting. Funny. Smart. Beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Had the most perfect natural lighting that would have any photographer itching to take a photo. Why didn’t he bring his camera? Fuck! He should have brought his camera?! Harry always said that all Peter had to do was wait before the world dropped a beautiful person into his lap. Peter had his issue with the statement, but he couldn’t argue that he has dated some beautiful people in his life. Gwen, Felicia, MJ, and now Spencer and as usual Peter felt he was pitching way out of his league. “It really is peaceful,” Spencer sighed to himself and a moment passed before his eyebrows started to furrow. He could only hear the splash of waves against the boat as they floated along quite different to the bursting sounds of laughter and conversations that surrounded them a few minutes ago. “Like its really quiet.” Spencer straightened up to see only a single boat or two around them. “We are really far out.” Oops. Spencer tried to look back to where they began but it was too far. “How did you row us out here so fast?” He may have used a bit too much Spidey strength.

“I workout,” because that answers everything.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, you are really strong.” He propped his chin up on his arm.

“I chase web-slinging heroes for a living,” Peter stumbled out an excuse, “you gain some muscle on the job.” Spencer looked Peter down from head to toe, observing the bulging muscles hidden underneath is shirt and bit his lip. He moved from his seat to a spot next to Peter. “Uhh Spencer?” Peter was suddenly aware of the secluded area they were in.

“What?” Spencer gave Peter’s bicep a good squeeze and he hummed in delight. “You don’t mind do you?”

“I don’t,” Peter watched Spencer inch in closer.

“It’s such a shame to hide all this under baggy clothes,” Spencer sighed. He leaned in closer, slowly moving hand up from his bicep to his chest.

Peter inched in closer until their noses were almost touching, staring right into Spencer’s eyes, “I’m really loving this but getting sexy in a boat is really uncomfortable.”

Spencer froze with only a small distance keeping his lips from connecting with Peter. Soon after his head dropped and he covered his face, “You couldn’t just enjoy the moment, could you?” Spencer was already moving closer to the edge of his side of the boat away from Peter.

“I’m sorry?” Spencer wasn’t going to believe that apology with the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well, good luck kissing these lips, Parker.”

“Okay, I am really sorry.”

“Nope, not accepted,” Spencer smirked, “you are going to have to work for it.”

Peter was about to make a comeback with another smartass comment when the buzzing in his head began, and on instinct, Peter grabbed onto the boat with a tight grip. Within a second, Peter was able to spot Iron Man speeding above the river with two smaller flying robots chasing him. Peter had a good guess that they weren’t asking for his autograph. The trio flew over them, causing giant waves to ripple and rock their boat. Peter had a tight grip on the boat and was able to stay inside, but heard a scream and a splash from his neighbouring spot. When the boat settled down Peter rushed to the other side of the boat.

Spencer was threading in lake, no doubt soaked down to every last bone in his body and glaring up at Peter. Well it’s a good thing he really can swim.

Peter managed to rescue Spencer from the lake and drag him back into the boat. They both decided that their short romantic boat ride was over. He saw Falcon and Thor flying from Iron Man’s direction with the two now broken robots in their hands. The Avengers had dealt with it so Peter could sit back and relax for once (yeah it was weird for him too).

“This is hideous,” Spencer stepped out of the bathroom with an ‘I love NYC’ shirt and matching sweatpants. His previously worn clothes were far beyond saving, and had no chance of drying in October weather, so Peter had managed to force Spencer into a generic New York City fan outfit.

“I think it looks kind of cute,” Peter chuckled under his breath.

“Zip it,” Spencer groaned, “I doesn’t help that a fashion disaster like you thinks this is cute.”

Peter took out the towel he bought and reached to dry Spencer’s hair, “Come on, it's not that bad.”

“It is.”

“Is not,” Peter massaged Spencer’s scalp through the towel, “You look cute no matter what.” Spencer’s breath hitched as a light blush dusted his cheeks. Peter started leaning forward before his mind could catch up to his body. Spencer moved his hand to clutch onto Peter’s shirt, and met him halfway to press their lips together. Spencer’s lips were soft and sweet, no doubt from the lip balm Peter would see him apply daily. But there was also this heat Peter could feel. It wasn’t the same kind of warmth Peter was used to feeling when kissing another person, it was hot. Again Peter gets this sense of familiarity that he can’t seem to place, and it drives him crazy for more.

Peter retreated before he reached a point where he couldn’t stop. Spencer’s eyes flutter open, and for a moment they stayed silent. Spencer’s fingers still clutching around Peter’s shirt; Peter hand settled around Spencer’s face. Until Spencer finally spoke, “Aren’t you going to kiss me again?”

Peter happily obliged.

“I’m so glad that my nephew could take a break from his busy schedule to take me shopping today.” Aunt May may have the face of an angel, but he could feel the daggers in those words. Cancelling one too many dinner nights has its consequences. Peter is only lucky that it’s just shopping. Plus…

“You deserve it Aunt May.” Because she always did putting up with flaky behaviour, even if it was for the overall good of the city. But she didn’t know that, so she still got Aunt of the Year. If Peter could beat up bad guys every night, he is sure he could handle a little shopping with his Aunt May… he thinks. Give him a break. He doesn’t get shopping; he picks the cheapest decent thing on the sales rack and heads to the cashier.

“Peter, what do you think, the red or purple?” Aunt May held up two shirts one dark red and the other with a soft purple.

Peter eyes flicked back and forth between the two shirts that Aunt May presented in front of him, “Uhh, I think either one would look good on you Aunt May.”

“Peter, you’re so sweet,” Aunt May chuckled, “but not the answer I was looking for.”

“Sorry Aunt May,” Peter scratched his head. “I’m not much of a shopper, but I will hold all of your bags unconditionally.”

Aunt May went off to find a sales representative while Peter relaxed back on one of the few available seats in the store. He wasn’t much help with shopping but he’s sure that Spencer would be a way better shopping partner for Aunt May. Spencer had a casual style, but it wasn’t hard to tell that his clothes were all selected and bought with a fair amount of thought behind them. He could see Aunt May and Spencer hitting it off quite nicely.

His date with Spencer at the park ended very well, with the expectation of a second date very soon. If things kept up at the pace they were going, Peter was going to want to them to meet. Was that moving too fast? No matter how taken Peter was with Spencer, it didn’t change that Spencer was still very much a stranger. One that wasn’t comfortable opening up about his family or friends. And taking Peter’s unexplainable gravitation towards him out of the equation, he only knew Spencer for a couple of weeks. He didn’t want to introduce a stranger to Aunt May even if he was perfect.

If he had known Spencer for years, it would be different but it was impossible for things to ever be that perfect.

Peter rested on his knees and sighed.

Aunt May was taking longer than expected. He has been sitting here for almost twenty minutes and there was no sign of her coming back. In his own boredom Peter got up from his seat in search of her. She wouldn’t stray far without notifying Peter so it wasn’t long until Peter spotted her conversing with a man?

“The purple just looks so soft against your skin,” the man fixed the shirt against Aunt May. Was his Aunt being hit on? It wouldn’t be the first time because no matter how uncomfortable it made Peter, his Aunt May was hot, as told by Mary-Jane. This would be the youngest one he’s seen attempting to make a move - and that was Johnny Storm. His flaming idiotic best friend, Johnny Storm. The last time Peter Parker had seen Johnny was the ‘cafe incident’ where he may or may not have left Johnny in tears. He’s been trying to catch Johnny in his civilian form but the last place he expected to see him was at a small time department store like this? “I do have a bias, red is one of my favorite colors.”

“Oh, well this would look great on you,” Aunt May lifted the shirt up to Johnny’s chest. Okay, Johnny was a natural flirt but his Aunt May was flirting back…... Yeah, Peter thinks it's about time he cuts in before he sees something he can never unsee.

“Aunt May!” The two jumped up in their spots and jerked their heads towards Peter. He took a step closer, almost wedging himself between Johnny and Aunt May. Peter’s shoulders fell when he faced the blonde and spoke in a hushed tone, “Johnny.” He approached with caution now that Johnny had all reason to be an asshole to him. He expected Johnny to at least cut him off with a cold remark but was surprised to be met with a smile that crinkled at his eyes.“Hey, Peter.” Peter feels the warm rays of Johnny’s smile warm him up deep in his core. He tries to remember how he ever managed to get angry at that gorgeous face. It’s hard to recall but the chains of guilt wrapped around his arms and leg have only gotten heavier with each passing day.

“Peter you never told me that you knew Johnny Storm,” Aunt May hit his chest and gave him the ‘you should have told me’ look.

“It’s more of a professional relationship,” Peter shrugged.

“Yes, Johnny told me you take pictures of them for the Bugle,” Aunt May exchanged smiles with Johnny. “I follow Johnny’s food blog on instagram, so exciting meeting the chef in person.” Johnny had a food blog? Aunt May had an instagram account?

“You know I could send you a couple of my recipes if you want,” Johnny tore his eyes off of Peter and back to May.

“That wouldn’t be too much trouble?”

“No, for a family member of Peter it’s really no problem.”

“Seriously?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. He’d been an asshole to Johnny, so the last thing he was expecting were lovely gestures towards him or anyone associated with him.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” Johnny waved it off and shot a bright smile. Peter had almost mistaken him for an angel.

May’s eyes rolled over from Peter to Johnny and the corner of her lips slightly curled up. She cleared her throat, “Well, if you excuse me I need to go try these on.” Aunt May scurried off to the nearest changing room leaving Peter alone with Johnny. When he was sure his Aunt was out of ear shot range he spoke to Johnny. “Are you and my Aunt best friends now?”

“Oh I hope so, I need to learn her beauty secrets.” Johnny tucked his blonde hair behind his ear.

An awkward silence settled between them. He wasn’t going to get another lucky chance like this. Peter started, “Johnny I’ve been meaning to apologise for a long time,”

“For what?” Johnny lips curved down.

“I didn’t have my best attitude the last time we met.” The chains tightened just thinking back at the moment in the cafe.

Johnny’s face froze for a second before falling into a helpless smile“Oh, Peter you weren’t exactly wrong,” he flipped his hand, “I wasn’t being the greatest friend, it really doesn’t matter.”

“It does!” Johnny went silent. “There was a better way to say what needed to be said and I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.” Johnny said for Peter’s sake. If he didn’t give Peter some other form of reassurance the photographer would never forgive himself.

“I really would love to be your friend given another chance.”

“I thought you were already my friend?” Johnny tipped his head.

“I guess we are.” Peter tried to remain calm on the outside, but on the inside there was a festival of butterflies celebrating in his stomach. He managed to not ruin his new friendship with Johnny as Peter Parker. He is sure that is why he had that weird feeling shooting throughout his body. Peter was free to now listen to Johnny’s babble and stare into those blue eyes.

Blue eyes?

“Peter?” Johnny furrowed his eyebrows when Peter started to lean in closer to him.

“You’re eyes….” Millions of people had blue eyes but there was something about Johnny’s that was bugging Peter’s mind. “They look so familiar.”

The words themselves were ridiculous because Peter was already well acquainted with Johnny as Spider-Man and his civilian self. He has had numerous chances to memorize Johnny’s features, and the famous crystal blue eyes belonging to the Storm siblings was a fact many of their fans could recall. There was that nagging in the back of Peter’s head like he had forgotten a person with similar eyes.

“It's just like you said, the purple looks great on - oh,” Aunt May stepped in. “Am I interrupting?”

Peter jerked back away from Johnny. “Interrupting what?”

“Nothing dear,” Aunt May sighed. Her shoulders drooped down and her smile grew small. Peter was able to immediately pick up on her dampening mood.

“Something wrong Aunt May?” Peter asked.

“Oh well,” May eyes flicked over to Johnny and back to Peter. “You know I’m a little hungry, why don’t we get something to eat?”

“Sure.”

Peter was ready to say his reluctant goodbyes to Johnny when Aunt May spun on her toes to Johnny and smiled, “Would you like to join us?”

“Me?” Johnny pointed at himself just as surprised as Peter at the sudden invitation.

“Yes, I would love to chat more with you.”

“Aunt May, Johnny is busy, we shouldn’t disturb him,” Peter intervened.

“I’m not that busy.” Peter did not predict Johnny contradicting him.

“You really don’t have to force yourself, you probably have someone to save this very minute.”

“Peter even superheroes can get breaks.” Not a second after Johnny’s phone starts alarming. He snatched it out of his pocket and watched a number of messages fly by on the screen from his sister. His face fell and groaned, “but not today. Duty calls.” Johnny tucked his phone back in his pocket. “It was nice to meet you Aunt May. I’ll see you around Peter.” He shot them a sad look before running off.

May looked up to Peter and huffed, “Did you really have to jinx it?”

She couldn’t be blaming him for this. How could he know that Parker’s luck was contagious.

Peter scrubbed the dishes and hummed to a sweet tune in his head while his Aunt May and Jay chatted in the background. He stayed for dinner and offered to wash the dishes as a make-up for all his previous cancellations. The craziness in New York was down for a few hours, so he might as well use the time spoiling his Aunt.

“We could always help with those, Peter,” May looked over at Peter from the dining table.

“Aunt May it’s fine. You two rest and just let me clean up,” Peter shook his head at them before returning to his humming. May spun to her husband across the table from her and they both exchanged looks. Jay looked up sat Peter one more time and shook his head with a light smile, “I’m not gonna say anything.” They continued to watch Peter wash and dry the dishes while he was caught up in his own little world. When Peter finished he took a seat with the ederly couple. They each had a mug of hot chocolate to sip on while they chuckled to themselves.

Peter rested his chin on his fist and watched the two before he asked, “Did I miss the joke?”

“No,” Jay’s lips quivered. “Your Aunt is just finding herself quite entertained.”

“What so funny Aunt May?”

“Nothing,” she waved her hand and huffed, “it’s really nothing dear.” He didn’t believe that for a second. Aunt May set down her cup and looked at Peter with a shrewd gaze in her eyes; the one that sent a shiver down his spine. He remembers getting that look every time she tried to hook him up with the latest lovely niece or nephew of one of her friends.

In that single thought Peter decided that he should leave. “Look at the time.” Peter pointed to his non-existent watch.

“Too late to run now,” Jay at least shot Peter a sympathetic look.

“So anything good happen lately,” Aunt May continued.

“Aunt Mayyyy,” Peter groaned.

“Just tell us Peter,” she hit his shoulder lightly. “Did you meet someone?”

Peter shook his head. He had unknowingly stepped into dangerous territory. Escaping was futile. Aunt May had his address, phone number and he would love to come back and be spoiled with Apple pie. “Yes,” Peter relinquished. “I did meet someone.”

“Peter!” She hit his arm harder this time.

Before she could get to any more questions Peter rushed out, “But we’ve only been on one date and we don’t want to rush anything.”

“It’s Johnny Storm isn’t it.” If Peter had been holding a mug it would have been shattered against the tiled floor. Johnny? Storm? He hadn’t misheard.

“W-Why would you think I’m dating Johnny Storm?” Did Johnny say something to Aunt May?

“You looked so happy when you spoke to him. I haven’t seen you smile like that in so long.” What? Smile like what? Aunt May turned to Jay with her hand in her cheek and started to gush, “I know what they say about him on the news but he was such a sweet boy when we ran into him. So polite and helpful.” So Johnny didn’t say anything.

Peter leaned back in his seat. His fingers carded through his hair to rest on his neck before he released a long sigh, “Sorry to break it to you Aunt May but its not him.”

Aunt May’s smile fell. Her head tilted to the side, “You don’t like him?”

“Aunt May you can’t be serious,” Peter shook his head. “Johnny isn’t interested in guys like me.” It was sweet that Aunt May thought he was the most handsome man in the world, but he wasn’t delusional. Johnny dated people with the pockets of Tony Stark, and the face and body of a young Steve Rogers. He was borderline broke, and while Spidey genes had contributed greatly to his ripped body, he couldn’t live up to the Captain’s face or that tight ass.

Aunt May still had a slight frown on her face. “He looked very smitten with you to me.” She continued to rattle her head as she picked up the empty mugs off the table. “Honestly it seemed like he was waiting for you to make a move.”

Peter shook his head. Aunt May would always be his number one fan,“Only in your eyes Aunt May.”

She looked down at Peter and sighed. “Oh, Peter,” she sighed and cupped one of his cheeks. “You need to start opening your eyes.”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Peter nearly fell off the statue of liberty as soon as he landed. He wasn’t exactly expecting to be greeted with an onslaught of curses. Was it too hard to get a ‘Nice to see you Spidey’? “Oh come on you worthless piece of…”

“I can take my pizza and leave,” Peter snorted.

“Spidey!” Johnny snapped up so fast he nearly fell off the statue from where he was sitting. “Don’t sneak up on people!” Johnny scowled after him.

“I’m sorry you were too busy verbally abusing…” Peter eyes squinted down at Johnny’s wrist where Johnny’s previous contempt had been focused on. “A watch?” Peter tried to get a better look at the device on Johnny’s hand. “Are you really taking your frustration out on a watch? What has that thing ever done to you?”

The watch face on Johnny’s hand went red and beeps before shutting down. Johnny’s head snapped to it and he screamed before attempting every button he could press on the watch. Peter doesn’t think he’s ever seen Johnny so frantic towards a device before. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I need you in my life!” Well then…. Is it weird to feel jealous of a watch?

The watch powered back on and the face turned blue. Johnny let out a breath of relief, so Peter guessed everything was now fine and dandy. He took a seat next to Johnny and observed the device on his wrist. It didn’t look like anything from earth. That wasn’t impossible with the Fantastic Four’s ‘field trips’ as Johnny liked to call them. Could be alien. Could also be one of Reed’s inventions. That man’s brain was beyond their world. The scientist in Peter screamed to know more. “What is that?” Peter leaned in closer to get a better look.

Johnny eyes flicked down to the watch and back up to Peter, “Nothing.”

“I can see it on your wrist so it obviously isn’t nothing.” Johnny pressed a button on his wrist and the watch disappeared.

“There nothing.” Johnny gestured to his arm now clear of any technology.

“It has a camouflage mode?!” Peter’s jaw fell open. “Now you’re just teasing!”

“It’s just something a friend gave me, okay,” Johnny his wrist away from Peter’s curious eyes.

“Would this friend happened to be Alien or Atlantean?”

“Maybe.”

“Can I just get a peek?” Peter’s fingers inched closer to Johnny’s wrist.

“No,” Johnny continued to pull his wrist away from Peter, “it's already acting funny. I don’t need you messing around with it with your weird science experiments.”

“Weird Science Experiments? Do I look like a mad scientist to you?”

“You understand the language of Reed,” Johnny flicked his eyes up and down on Spider-Man. “So, yes.”

“Jokes on you,” Peter scoffed, “being compared with Reed Richards is a compliment.”

Peter rolled his mask up to his nose and offered a slice of pizza to Johnny before taking one for himself. His eyes shifted to the watch disguised on Johnny’s wrist every now and again but Johnny was adamant about not talking about it. He can’t believe Johnny is keeping something so cool away from him. Johnny always loved to show off his gadgets. There was even a time where he persuaded Peter to sneak down to Reed’s lab to check out the new inventions. Johnny didn’t keep much from him. Family matters, friendships, relationships, break-ups, sex, very, very detailed descriptions of sex. He even was offered to watch to his sex tape which Peter declined maybe regretfully. The thought of watching Johnny with someone else was very repulsive in his mind.

“Spidey!” Peter snapped his head in time to see a flaming pizza crust circling towards him. He yelped and dived forward off the statue barely missing the hot projectile. Peter shot a web up before his Spider body could go splat.

“What the hell man!” Johnny scrunched up his face in annoyance. “I’ve been trying to get your attention!”

“What the hell is up with you?!” Peter grabbed onto the ledge and pulled himself up. “Are you trying to set me on fire?!”

“Why didn’t you just dodge?” Johnny folded his arms.

“You set pizza crust on fire and throw it at me, but I’m the problem because I didn’t dodge!?”

Peter was lost as to why Johnny would think throwing any flaming object at him would be a suitable way to get his attention. “Spidey,” Johnny started, “You let me set two dozen objects on fire and throw them at you while blindfolded and you dodged every one.”

“That’s ridiculous, why would I let you do that?!”

“I bet you a hundred bucks you couldn’t dodge them.”

“...” That did sound like something he would have done for a hundred bucks. How does he not remember winning a hundred bucks? That doesn’t matter. “You can’t go throwing flaming objects at me!”

“But doesn’t your spidey sense help you?”

“It doesn’t work with…!” Peter bit his tongue and swallowed back that last word.

“Is something wrong with your powers?” Johnny quickly melted into concern.

“No,” Peter sighed. “It’s just complicated.” Johnny remained quiet,hoping he would continue but Peter had decided to change the conversation. “So, you have my attention.”

“Huh?”

“The reason you nearly turned me into a roasted Spider?” Peter glared at him from under the mask.

“Oh, yeah,” Johnny tucked his hair behind his ear.

“Sooo.”

Johnny looked down to his lap, “When did you decide to tell your girlfr- ex-girlfriend about this life.”

“That’s a bit tricky.” MJ already knew from the beginning. He could see Johnny waiting for an answer. “I guess when I knew I wanted to keep her in my life?”

“Weren’t you scared?”

“Well, yeah but I still had to tell her.” Peter gulped when Johnny torso continued to lean towards him. The distance between their bodies steadily decreasing. Peter’s instinct screamed for him to escape, before selective forgotten emotions resurfaced, but there that look in Johnny’s eyes that scared Peter.

“But what if it was a deal breaker? What if you telling them changed everything for the worse?”

He was weak for Johnny and he hated it. He hoped that Johnny himself would never find out. “You can’t go into a serious relationship halfway, either you’re all in or you’re not.” Peter eyes start drifting to Johnny’s lips, soft and pink, and like gravity he starts to drift towards them.

“Even if it means losing everything you have with them.” Peter gets a good slap in the face by reality just enough for his brain to start functioning again. He had put some distance between him and Johnny before the other glanced back up. Thankfully Johnny is clueless about Peter’s actions and blinks at him. “Spidey?”

He nearly kissed Johnny Storm. He wanted to kiss Johnny Storm. He was going to kiss Johnny Storm. If Peter hadn’t come to his senses back there, he couldn’t imagine what would have happened. A rejection from Johnny. An awkward atmosphere. A ruined friendship. There’s also the fact that he was probably seeing someone at the current moment.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well?” Spencer gave Peter’s hand a squeeze and frowned up at him. Spencer, his maybe boyfriend, has been worried about the heavy look on Peter’s face since they arrived at the amusement park. The immense guilt brewing in Peter’s stomach couldn’t help but show on his face.

Peter forced a smile and nodded, “I’m fine.” He wasn’t fine. He thought he buried those feelings years ago, why did they resurface after all this time?

“We can take a break,” Spencer pulled him to a stop. “You look sick.”

“We’ve only been on two rides, I’m not weak.”

Spencer looked unconvinced, “I’m not kissing those lips if I see that face going green.”

“Oh really,” Peter leaned towards Spencer and pressed their lips together. He heard a tiny giggle from Spencer before he leaned in to kiss Peter back. This was good. What he had with Spencer felt right and was real. He didn’t need silly feelings with unrealistic expectations ruining what he already had.

Peter retracted and placed another quick peck, “Come on.” Peter towed Spencer to the nearest roller coaster he could find, and Spencer gladly followed with a giant grin on his face.

Peter pushed all his troubles to the back of his mind with Spencer at his side. He was able to distract himself from the flame head with quick chaste kisses with Spencer, and stuffing his gut down with popcorn and cotton candy. Taking a break from the thrill-seeking rides, they took a maze where a few of the walls were transparent. Safe to say Spencer was not the greatest at puzzles and details.

“Ow,” Spencer had run into his third wall since they entered here. “I hate mazes.” He folded his arms and grumbled as a spot on his forehead turned red.

“Maybe you should watch where you are going?” Peter snickered.

“How is anybody supposed to see anything in this horrible lighting?” Peter grabbed Spencer’s shirt in the middle of his rant. Spencer raised an eyebrow at him to which Peter pushed his hand forward and knocked his hand against the mirror Spencer was about to walk into. Spencer went silent and folded his arms, “Why don’t you just lead the way then?” He may have the unfair advantage of Spidey sense to help him.

“It’s fun watching you suffer.”

“Oh, is that-” A tiny beeping interrupted the sentence.

“Do you hear that?” Peter looked around trying to find the source.

“Hear what?” Spencer’s eyes went wide, and he suddenly began to fidget. “I have to go to the bathroom, now.” Spencer dashed off without not waiting for a reply. Peter was sure he heard Spencer bump into a few mirrors, but he ran off pretty quickly. Does he even know the way out? Spencer had a hard time getting around the maze when they came in. Peter doubts he’ll have a swell time trying to find the exit.

“Oh, come on, where is the exit to this stupid thing.” Figures. Peter chuckled at the curse. He turned the corner with a shit eating grin on his face and started,

“How are you lost already?” Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw the curly fluff of blonde hair. “Johnny?”

The human torch froze when he saw Peter, “P-P-Peter, what are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same question,” Peter stepped forward and looked around. No sign of Spencer. “Hey, have you seen a guy with black hair, around my height walking into the walls around here.”

“No, no, nope, just plain old me, alone, no one else,” Johnny’s smile was tight.

“Oh.” He didn’t know where Spencer had run off to. He swore he saw him run around this corner. This amusement park had fun making a name for itself with their maze attraction. It was painfully complicated with its dark lighting and transparent walls strategically placed to drive people like Spencer insane. Peter could only hope that Spencer could find a way out.

“You know you look busy and so am I,” Johnny started to back up, “so how about we catch up late- ow!” Johnny spun around in what was an attempt to leave this corner but instead walked right into one of the transparent walls. Peter blinked as Johnny cursed in pain. It was already weird running into Johnny, the one person he didn’t want to think about at an amusement park, but also in a maze. Johnny didn’t like doing those things. Maybe an exception would be on a date to get alone time with the person. Was Johnny on date? Peter didn’t see any date. He should punch himself in the face for feeling relieved.

He should leave. Take the opening Johnny gave him and leave before he does something he regrets. “Do you need help?” He’s a bastard.

Johnny shook his head and kept had his hands follow along the mirrors to help guide him. “No, no,” He does. Peter is only asking because Peter Parker is not supposed to know much more than the public details about Johnny Storm. “I love mazes so I should be fine.” He loathes mazes. He’s seen Johnny on the edge of burning down a haystack maze.

“You know I’m also looking for the exit maybe I could tag along,” because he couldn’t leave Johnny in this helpless state, but Johnny would not just accept his help, so the only option left was to trick him.

“Oh,” Johnny straightened himself, “if that’s the case then sure.”

He may regret this.

Peter easily found an exit to the maze, but the journey was torture. He couldn’t even look at Johnny, much less hold a conversation with him, and Johnny wasn’t up to much conversation either. In fact, he avoided all eye contact with Peter. This looked like the beginning of a great friendship. Aren’t they just the bestest of friends. When they reached outside, they were both long in an awkward silence.

“So uhh,” No small talk topics came to Peter’s mind. An attempt to end the heavy atmosphere worsened it with Johnny still waiting to hear the end of Peter’s sentence. “I should go I need to find my boyfriend.” Way to go Peter Parker.

“Oh,” Johnny ducked his head. His mouth curled down into a frown. “So, I guess I’ll see you around,” Johnny started to back away from him into the other direction.

“Yeah, I guess.” Spencer, Peter had to remind himself. He resisted the urge to call Johnny and entertain him. He was here with Spencer and he was not going to be an asshole on the second date. He watched Johnny spin on his heels and hurry to disappear into the crowd. Peter stood there, waiting for Spencer to get back. His eyes occasionally drifted off to the spot he last saw Johnny, but he quickly shut down any other thoughts.

When fifteen minutes had passed Peter started to get worried with no sign of Spencer. He wondered if Spencer was still stuck inside, walking into walls. He decided to ask the employees working at the maze. After a couple of questions, they were quick to check the cameras in the maze and confirmed that the only people in there was a family of four.

Peter then went in search of the nearest bathroom. If he didn’t find Spencer, he could always go back to the entrance of the maze. Arriving at the bathroom Peter was relieved to see Spencer strolling out. His mind did a double-take when he saw the deep frown etched into the usually jolly face as he spoke one the phone.

“Do you really need me now?” Spencer rolled his eyes. He didn’t notice Peter trailing some distance behind him. He could hear most of what Spencer was saying from the level the man was speaking. “I’m very busy.” Spencer eyebrows furrowed even deeper as he listened to the person on the other side. “I’m on a date!” Spencer screamed into the phone “Believe it or not I have a life you know! Not all of us have found our soulmates and are living happily ever after!” Spencer shoulders collapsed with all of his anger released. “No, just leave it,” he sighed. “I get it just give me a -”

Peter felt his Spidey sense and suddenly the ground beneath them was shaking. There was a loud rupture followed by a symphony of terrified screams. What did New York have in store for him today?

Was that a giant alien worm? In New York City? Heading straight for the amusement park? Wow just wow. Parker’s luck really had a way of just slapping him in the face sometimes. Where else does this happen?! Peter snapped his head towards Spencer, who was in shock at the creature like the rest audience around him. Peter sighed in regret to himself, with his resolve to find the nearest hiding spot to transform to Spider-Man instead of running off with Spencer to a safe place. While the latter was rather tempting, there were other civilians exposed to danger that he had to protect.

As soon as he got changed, Peter swung up to a high structure to get a good vantage point of the amusement park. The most concerning thing right now were the people still stuck on the rides. Peter could see a disaster less than a mile away with that alien monster working its way around. The ride operators were working as fast as they could to have everyone off their respective ride, but would need time, which means keeping said giant alien away as far as possible. He’s just happy to have someone like Spencer helping to evacuate the area. It’ll be much easier to get that thing under control with less people around

Wait...

Spencer?!

There he could see the black-haired male directing people inside enclosed rides and booths for shelter. This would be great, l if Spencer was not running exactly into said danger at the same time! Why can’t he ever date normal people that run away in the face of danger? Does he have a type? A reckless, stupidly brave, always-gets-mixed-up-into-trouble type. Peter shot a web and swung down with a long sigh. Accelerating down he reached down and easily grabbed Spencer by the waist.

Spencer yelped when his feet were suddenly picked off the ground, and spun to see his masked face. “Spidey?!” Peter was impressed; most civilians would have spent a good minute screaming at a sudden pick up.

“The one and only,” Peter set Spencer down once he was sure they were a good distance away from any danger. Spencer eyes were blown wide at him. Peter remembered that he was a big fan of Spider-Man. First time meeting his favorite superhero must be a shock. “Look, I’m really happy to see other civilians pitching in to do their part, but it would be great if you could get to safety.” Maybe a little talk from his hero could knock some sense in him.

Spencer eyes hardened and he pushed himself away outside Spider-Man’s grip, “No, I can’t, my boyfriend is still down there.”

“Boyfriend?” Now that caught Peter’s attention.

Spencer placed his hands on his hips, “Peter Parker, you should know him.”

“I do.” He was boyfriend status!

“Well, I need to find him.” Spencer tried to step around and run right back into the hazard territory Peter just rescued him from. With his quick reflexes, Peter grabbed Spencer shoulder and spun him right back around to the exit.

“No, you need to get to safety,” Peter pointed to the giant exit way of the amusement park every other sane person was running to. “I’ll find Peter and make sure he’s safe.”

“I’m not leaving without him.” Spencer refused again.

For the love of all that is stubborn in the world! “I’m sorry, are you not freaked out by the giant alien looking worm terrorizing the park?” Peter pointed at the alien worm on a rampage screeching.

Spencer eyes shifted up to it and he shrugged. Actually shrugged. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve seen.” Peter jaw was on the floor. Spencer was not acting; Peter could see Spencer searching the monster up and down with half-lidded eyes waiting for something to impress him. It’s a giant alien worm rampaging through the city what more does he want?! An alien invasion?! He was extremely worried, not for Spencer’s obvious indifference of giant creatures destroying things, but because he was still going to ask him out on another date.

Peter didn’t have time to think over his interest in weird people. “Just get out of here, preferably somewhere safe and far away from here. I’ll find Peter!” Peter shot a web out and left Spencer with hope that he would listen.

The worm had blasted through the merry-go-round and continued to screech

“I’m sorry sir!” Peter blasted a web ball in its face. “You surpass the maximum size allowed on that ride.” That was enough to catch its attention towards Peter and bared it razor teeth at him. “Look, buddy I don’t make the rules, you’ll have to talk to management.” Peter flipped off seconds before the worm’s body tried to bash into him. Peter used the air time to shoot his web at the body of the monster to help restrain its movements. Peter then shot two of his webs to wrap around the monster and tightened his hold.

“I really think we can talk this out, spider to worm,” The worm started to lose against Peter’s strength. “I mean you’re a bug and I’m an arachnid but I’m sure we can meet in the middl-ah!.” A sudden strong pull from the worm the momentum threw Peter in the air. With his webs still attached to the worm, he swung around like one of the amusement park rides until he was whiplashed across the park into the Ferris Wheel controls. “I’ll take that as a no,” Peter groaned. He was definitely going to be feeling that tomorrow.

Peter’s head floated up to the screaming above him. There were still people trapped on the Ferris Wheel. He quickly grabbed sight of the worm which was making its way across to him. Not good. He pushed his aching body up and prepared himself to once again go head on with a giant alien worm. An alien worm that now had a grudge against him. Before he could attack the worm, it hit against an invisible wall.

“Aaahhhh!” Ben came running out of nowhere and body slammed into the worm sending it flying.

“Careful, Ben we don’t want to hurt it,” Reed voice came in the distance, where he was being carried by Sue.

“Really, Stretch, that’s what you’re worried about!” Ben wrestled with the worm as it hissed its teeth after him. “Me hurting it!” Reed hopped down to help Ben and wrapped his body around the worm to stifle its movement.

“Are you hurt?” Sue landed next to Peter.

“No, no, nothing I can’t handle,” Peter shook his head. “More importantly, we need to get these people to safety.” Sue looked up at Ferris Wheel passengers and nodded.

“Got it!”

While Ben and Reed kept the monster under control Peter and Sue started to extract civilians from the ride and escort them to safety.

“So, would any of you know why this thing is rampaging through the city.” Peter ripped open the door and gave way for them to step on Sue’s levitating force-field.

Sue’s shoulders fell and she let out a breath in exhaustion, “We may have busted an illegal underground alien auction.”

“New York has illegal underground alien auctions?” Well color him surprised.

“The wealthy got bored of their rare exotic animals.” She rolled her eyes and set down the mass of people they collected.

“So, they went for more extra-terrestrial tastes?”

“Would ya stop yappin’ and hurry so ya can help me down here?! I don’t know how long I can hold him down!”

“Where is Johnny?” Peter asked Sue noticing the absence of petty talk and teasing towards him.

“Off doing better things.” Ben grumbled

“Ben...,” Reed started in warning.

“I swear I’m globberin’ that kid when I see him.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I’m not always readily available.” The Human Torch flew above them his tone obviously displeased with Ben.

“Flamebrain!” Peter set another civilian on the ground.

“I thought you were busy?” Sue said with no ill-intent in her voice.

“I was until this thing came and ruined everything.” Johnny mumbled under his breath. He hurried to rescue the last person on the Ferris wheel. He landed beside Sue and they both exchanged looks. Peter glanced between the both of them a couple of times before he realized they were in the middle of one of their sibling standoffs.

“You could have told me you had a date,” Sue folded here arms

“You had a what?!” Both Johnny and Sue ignored Peter’s exclamation.

“It’s a bit weird right now I don’t want to scare him off.” Johnny eyes drifted away from her

“How is telling me that you have a date going to scare him off?”

“Uhh can we reverse back to the part about the date.” Peter tried once again to intervene.

“Because you would want to meet him.” Johnny gave her that look that she knew exactly what he was talking about. Peter had an inkling. He would be scared too if he was getting the ‘if you ever hurt him’ speech’ and Sue was on the other side.

“Only if it was serious,” Sue threw her hands in the air, “which it obviously looks like it is.”

“Serious? How are you seeing someone, and I don’t know about them!” Peter pushed himself in front of Johnny. The green monster growing stronger in the pit of his stomach.

“It’s complicated okay!”

“Don’t worry about me honey!” Reed shouted in the middle of their squabble.

“It’s not like we ain’t struggling to hold down this ugly bug!” Ben yelled as the worm’s movements

“Johnny,” Sue pointed at the worm and their two teammates tangled together

“On it” He flamed on and flew above them. Ben and Reed suddenly let the worm go

The bug hissed at the hot flames and curled up into a tight ball to protect itself.

“T-Thank you Johnny,” Reed was finally able to catch his breath with everything finally in control. Johnny landed beside him along with Sue and Peter. The group went quiet everyone exchanging looks with each other until Reed stopped his glance on Johnny. He gave him a small smile, “Sooo, how was your date?” If there were metal bars in Peter’s hands, they would be bending in two.

Peter excused himself at the first opening, not being able to stomach any details about Johnny’s date with a boyfriend he forgot to mention to him. Another good slap in the face, sponsored by reality. Maybe now his heart would get the memo. File those dusty old feelings away for good where no one could find them. Better yet, burn them. Johnny already had plenty of better candidates to choose from.

Why was he even thinking about Johnny? He had Spencer now. He had his boyfriend, Spencer, to think about now. Peter quickly got changed and checked his phone. Three missed calls and ten text messages all from Spencer. “Shit!” Peter cursed under his breath. Peter immediately called and he got an immediate response.

“Hello, Peter? Where are you?! Are you hurt?!”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Peter eased Spencer’s worries. “What about you?”

“I’m fine, nothing to worry about.”

Peter fixed the phone against his ear, “Where are you? I’ll meet you there.”

“Wellll,” Spencer trailed off. “I think I’m somewhere near that Rock n’ Roll coaster?Oh I see the maze that we went in, never trying that again.”

Peter hoped he was hearing wrong. “Uhh, Spencer,” Peter cleaned out his ears, “it sounds like you are still in the amusement park.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“You’re what!” Spencer screamed at the volume and cried about his ears. “What are you doing there? Didn’t Spider-Man tell you to leave?!”

“Yeah but….” Spencer trailed off, probably trying to cook up some excuse.

“Don’t worry, stay right there I am coming to get you!” Peter ended the call before Spencer could reply. Completely reckless, stupid, not-well thought out..!

He can’t believe he’s still going to ask this guy out again. Does he know how to pick them or what?

Peter didn’t run much of a distance since he got changed just a few rides away from the maze. He was able to easily spot out Spencer, especially since there was an absence of the usual thousands of people in the amusement park. But Spencer wasn’t alone.

“What the hell!” Peter was able to recognize Sue Storm, and she was in the middle of an argument with Spencer. She had that motherly scowl set on her face that she used to (sometimes still does) give to him, Johnny and the rest of the Fantastic Four when they have stepped out of line.

“I know okay! I know! So, I don’t need some goddamn lecture about what I’m doing.” But Peter has never seen anyone but Johnny snap back at Sue like that.

Her eyes narrowed down at Spencer with a terrifying ferocity, “Great, I don’t have to explain to you the moral implications of every single thing you are doing!”

“I’m being serious here!” Spencer still didn’t back down.

“If you were being serious, you wouldn’t be messing with this person like you are now. What are you going to do when they find out huh?!”

Spencer hesitated and dropped his head, “I’m not messing around; I’m planning on telling them when the time is right.”

Sue’s glare softened and she sighed “You don’t-,”

“Stop treating me like a kid, Sue! I can make my own decisions!” A watch suddenly appeared on Spencer’s wrist and Peter could instantly recognize it from it unique looking style. That was the watch that Johnny was wearing. It started to glitch and Peter saw the black hair on Spencer’s hair fade to blonde. His body and face shrunk slightly in size. As Peter watched Spencer transform, the one thing that remained the same were those damned blue eyes he couldn’t get out of his head. They were familiar because he’s been seeing them for years on the one and only Johnny Storm. “Shit,” Johnny cursed at the watch. “Why do you keep doing this?” Johnny groaned and looked ready to start a one-sided rant with the watch, when he looked up and meet Peter eyes. Peter was staring back at him with an unmoving gaze. They both know what he just saw.

Spencer was Johnny.

Johnny was Spencer.

What was it that he said before? The he had Spencer in his life? Finally moving on from Johnny? Peter could laugh at himself. Spencer wasn’t his.

Spencer wasn’t even real.

“P-Peter?” Johnny trembled. Sue turned to look at him, her eyes already clear about the situation. “Peter,” Johnny tried again. “J-Just let me explain, okay.”

Johnny flinched at Peter’s icy glare. Even Sue found herself taking a step back. “Explain what?!” His words dripping with venom towards the boy his heart ached for. He was an idiot. All those smiles, those laughs, those good times Peter treasured they were meaningless. None of it was real!

“Peter, please it’s not what you think!” Johnny’s voice cracked on the last three words. Those blue eyes Peter had been so obsessed with became glossy and started to pool with tears. Maybe a few moments ago when he hadn’t known the truth he would have rushed to Johnny’s side and dried them away with his fingers but now he had the burning in the back of his eyes to deal with. “Pete-”

“Save it for someone who cares Storm,” Peter spun away from Johnny, away from anything that could change his mind. He didn’t want to give Johnny a chance. So he did what was the easiest thing for him to do. The only thing he knew to do during these emotionally stressful situations.

He ran.

Few weeks ago

Johnny blinked and tried to steady his breath. Just a moment ago he was out flying above New York City in an epic battle with his team and Spider-Man against a group of wannabe magicians. They had managed to corner the group but in a rushed moment to wrap it up quickly he got caught off guard with a spell and got a direct hit. The last thing he remembered was Spider-Man reaching out for him before blacking out. Now he was standing in the middle of a kitchen he was unfamiliar with; in an apartment he couldn’t identify with no idea what that spell did. He would say teleportation, but he wasn’t in his uniform. He was in pajamas with a fresh cup of coffee sitting in front of him.

Still he had everything under control. Just remember what Reed said, ‘Don’t freak out and….’ He may have forgotten the rest. But he’s sure the most important part was don’t freak out. He can do that.

“Daddy?” Johnny's went still when a little boy with light brown hair and blue eyes looked right up at him.

Okay, he was freaking out!

To be continued

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cassie-and-ren · 6 years ago

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Not to be continued

Summary: Being the new transfer student didn’t help the reputation you were suppose to uphold. So when you’re asked to work with Moonbin, things turn on their head and your act is caught. You give up and show Moonbin your true colors which only helps his growing interest in you.

Warning: Slight swearing

a/n: This is pretty much based off of astro’s drama “To Be Continued” I watched the whole thing in a night and had so much fun watching it, but I really liked Moonbin being hard and edgy (as if he is) so I kind of wanted to work with that. The only difference is that in here Jinjin, MJ, and Eunwoo won’t be in school and neither will the female leads though Yeo Reum was honestly my favorite, either than that this will hopefully be my own original idea!

Enjoy reading~

Though it had been roughly halfway into the year since you arrived there, the shortage of rumors about you never cease to amaze you. How people could use their time. So of course, to avoid anything getting too bad you choose to act like the sweet student your teachers made you out to be. Thankfully that worked, but now you had to keep that up. It was exhausting to say the least.

School was almost over for the day and your teacher forgot to get the supplies for the after school activities he was in charge of, so he asked for tribute. Despite your non-interest, and head practically stuffed in a notebook, your teacher called your name.

“(Y/N) and…” You sighed mentally, “Moonbin? Could you two go and ask the janitor to open the supply closet, my things should have my name on them.” You made no effort to oppose him and got up.

“What does it have to be me?” You were glad to have been facing the door as you rolled your eyes to Moonbin’s voice.

“Because I picked you, beside you always try and get out of my class anyways, so here’s a free pass.” Moonbin sighed as everyone else in the class laughed but soon went back to talking. You left out first and waited for Moonbin to come out, when he did he let out another sigh.

“We should just forget about this.”

“We can’t, I don’t want to get in trouble.” While you honestly didn’t, at the same time if it meant not having to be alone with him, you’d take that over this.

“Well when you find the closet come find me, I’m going to the cafeteria.” You said nothing and left off to find the janitor while Moonbin left.

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It took a little bit to find the right janitor but you did eventually find the closet, you were tempted to just take the stuff yourself, but it was too much for just you, you didn’t want to have to make a second trip so you went to the cafeteria to find Moonbin talking with two boys you didn’t know. Rocky and Sanha? You vaguely recalled their names, but you went up to them stopping their conversation.

“Oh, you found it?” Why else would I be here? Moonbin got off the table and stood in front of you.

“Yeah I did.” You simply said,

“Alright, let’s go… I’ll be back after this so don’t leave me.” Moonbin said.

“We should leave him.” Sanha said.

“I heard that.” They both just laughed as you guided Moonbin back to the closet. Though it wasn’t that easy, Moonbin would stop to talk to pretty much everyone every so often or get asked why he was following you and you just wanted this to end already.

By the time you were only a corner away you left Moonbin when he stopped for the fifth time this hallway and went into the closest getting your teacher’s things out.

“I thought that was you.” You sighed, it was your brother’s voice, “What are you doing out of class and especially in some place we’re not supposed to be in?” You faced him.

“I swear when do you breath? You talk so much I’m surprised you even do.” He smiled.

“Ditto.” You rolled your eyes.

“Look, I’m already so fucking tired because of Moonbin. I mean, does everyone know him?” Your brother shrugged. “Anyways, just move so I can-” As you said that the bell rang, it was time to go home. Your brother laughed.

“Sucks for you, I’m going home, have fun with Binnie~” You wanted to hit him but he moved out of the room before that. You sighed to yourself and left only to see Moonbin standing right there, you calmed down a bit.

“I think maybe you should take the heavy stuff.”

“Was that your brother?”

“Yeah… are you two friends?”

“No but…” Moonbin took a while and didn’t say anything.

“But what?” You said softly. He shook his head and picked up the heavier of the supplies.

“We gotta get back to class so we can go home.” That was weird but he was moving and you didn’t want to waste that blue moon chance and got the rest following Moonbin back to the classroom.

...

You hurriedly set everything down and packed up your things to leave, but as you did Moonbin stopped you.

“Yeah?” You said with a calm voice.

“I know it might be kind of weird but do you mind if I get your number?” You looked to him. What?

“Um… w-what for?” He shrugged.

“You’re kind of cool, you’d be a nice friend.” You mean a servant since I’m so compliant? “I know I haven’t really talked to you before this but…” You didn’t really know what to do. You had no clue about why he was suddenly asking you this, but you really had no reason to turn him down, he was a classmate after all. So you gave in and asked for his phone while giving him yours. With that done Moonbin promised he’d text you and you left for home now having to find another way besides the bus.

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astrotranslations · 7 years ago

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Moonbin for Men's Health (2018 December issue)

What are you up to lately? I’ve been busy preparing for our concert and album. The concert will be held on 22nd and 23rd December at KBS Arena Hall. It’ll be different from our existing groundwork and we’ve prepared stages where you can witness new sides to each member. Of course, we matched the season and will give off a year end vibe.

What kind of new side are you referring to? True to our 'refreshing-dol' nicknames, our image has been bright and fresh but we’ll be showing a more mature and sexy manliness this time round. It’s also an image our fans want.

You were on XtvN’s <The Ultimate Watchlist of Latest Trends>, right? It’s been a while since I acted so I felt nervous but I’m gaining good experiences and learning a lot. There’s learning through the script but there’re also many things I’m familiarising myself with on set as we exchange opinions. It feels nice to produce something together. The director’s good natured and Kwon Hyuksoo sunbae-nim, Kim Mingyo sunbae-nim and the others treat me well so the adlibs naturally flow.

How did it feel when you received the offer to be on Men Health’s cover? I was very surprised. I even asked the people around me if it was alright that I did it. It’s because I thought that only people with really big and nice bodies like bodybuilders shot for the covers. I was afraid but I also felt greedy. I’ve always liked exercising and I often hear that I’ve got a good physical. Whenever I’m at home, I’ll do push ups, chin ups and regular full body workouts but I developed the desire to work hard on building my body and do the shoot. I thought I could show my reverse charms.

That was about a month ago. What’s your current body condition? I’m exercising regularly. I had more fat then as compared to now and my muscles were less visible. Now I’ve lost weight and my muscle mass has increased so my lines have become more defined.

What are your thoughts on the end of filming? It was a different experience. It’s rare that I film showing off my body so it was fascinating and felt different from what I’ve experienced before. I’m looking forward to the end product.

How did you exercise? I planned my exercise time with my trainer to be in the mornings where possible. To be honest, I’m a night owl. If I wanted to meet up with friends after wrapping up my schedules, night time was comfortable and I liked the night air different from the crisp morning’s. But I wanted to be a morning person. I’ll plan for my PT to be around 10 in morning and started my day early. I could make full use of the mornings I wasted on sleep so it felt good. I’ll do PT and lose the sweat though aerobic exercise then do abs exercise and even push ups… Rolls in the next day and my muscles will feel like they were being crushed.

What about your meals? I kept to what was arranged by my trainer. I mainly ate chicken breast, egg white, sweet potato, salad, etc.. Breakfast was brown rice and chicken breast, lunch was sweet potato and egg white, dinner was 150g of rump meat and brown rice… my meals were like that. I lasted yesterday with only 4 egg whites. Controlling water intake was also difficult. In one word, I nearly died.

Building your body in such a short period musn’t have been easy, what about it was the hardest? My meals. I’m usually a glutton so I’m often tempted. When I ate meat, I could easily polish off alone a portion for 3 and had 2 bowls of rice. I’m at an age to be eating a lot. Having to turn away from all that was the hardest. I like instant noodles so I would stock some up in our dorm by brand and would at least eat them once every 2-3 days but I didn’t even have a single bite as I made my body. Finally today!! When my itinerary ends, I’ll be eating to my heart’s content spicy squid soup, spicy fried cream cheese noodles, etc..

What kind of body did you want to make? I built broader shoulders and focused on making my lines distinct all around. It felt like my body was divided into sections. It’s still ongoing. It’ll be possible if I build a little more muscle and bring down my body fat. Practicing choreographies is a high intensity form of aerobic exercise and I’ll be stronger if I gain muscle so I think that’ll help me with my dancing. My wannabe body is Rain sunbae-nim’s.

How much do you practice your choreographies? I’d usually be practicing more on my vocals than my dance if we don’t have any schedules. If we do have them then it’s a basic minimum of 3-4 hours per day. There were of course instances where I went about it for the whole day.

What are the words you often hear the most from your trainer? He said that I’ve a good physical and that my muscles show easily because I’ve a thin layer of fat. He mentioned that I’ll be able to make a nice body if I exercise more regularly.

You’re known to like exercising. Are you good at it? I think I’m pretty good when it comes to using my whole body. Ever since the last album, I’ve thought about wanting to build my body a little. So I watched full body workout videos on YouTube and copied them. I did it routinely without skipping a single day and my body got bigger and I also grew stronger. I’m the type to get really hooked once I’m into something so that helped me. I gained muscles quick and my body got better in that short period. But I’m not good with ball sports. My accuracy is really low.

What else are you really into? A lot. I’m that kind of style in general. I enjoy webtoons so I’ve read nearly all of them and once I get addicted to a certain food, I’ll mainly only eat that. It was the same with pig intestines and if I’ve found a brand of instant noodles that I like then I’ll only have that for all my three meals. If I find a piece of clothing comfortable and nice then I’ll wear only that day in and day out. I think my slightly rash yet sometimes simple personality bears some of the blame.

Is there another form of exercise that you enjoy besides weight training? I’m close with Seventeen’s Seunggwan so we play badminton together and ride our bicycles. I like walking too. It’s because I’ve always liked moving around.

What do you mostly do when you have no schedules? I’ll game at home or exercise… I enjoy lazing around on my bed and reading webtoons or watching YouTube videos. I’m off opposite extremes.

What is your role in ASTRO? Musically, I’m in charge of vocals and dance. In terms of atmosphere, I’m kind of like a vortex. One that won’t let you escape from ASTRO? (laughs) Our team itself is always bright and energetic, to the point that people tell us we’re chaotic. From the mood maker MJ hyung to JinJin hyung… The older members are outgoing and positive so the younger ones tend to follow along.

How is it like living together in a dorm? It’s always boisterous and you’ve no time to feel bored. I like that we’re together and it’s a bright atmosphere rather than a competitive one so it’s fun. The disadvantages are that I can’t take a break alone and that it’s noisy? There used to be the ones who were messy and the ones who cleaned up after themselves, but now we’re all messy together. There’re 6 men so it can’t be helped (laughs).

What kind of year has 2018 been to you? I’ve challenged myself to several things and had many concerns. I also realised how I’ve grown through those processes. I imagine my future self whenever I’m free and decided that I should work harder.

What kind of challenges? I’ll use the classic example of acting. I worried a lot before I started but I realised that I’ll only know if I gave it a shot so I went straight into it. You can’t always only do what you like or what you’re familiar with. I think rather than sitting still and being afraid, it’s better that you dive into it.

Is there anything different when you compare to last year? I think my perspective has changed. I’ve become more positive. There are slightly more things I’ve tried out despite being afraid and I think I’ve developed some skill in responding to unimaginable situations with a broad mind.

When do you feel that you’re still young? When after saying something I think, "Ah, I spoke without taking in mind this certain factor," or when I already have something thought out yet can’t properly relay it.

On the other hand, when do you reckon that you’ve matured? When I give my best an am immersed in something? It can be in regards to work or exercise but it’s when I’m devoted to what I do. Also, I’m satisfied with myself whenever I put across a good idea without sounding disorganised.

What do you think are the qualifications that a "real guy" should have? They’re 'skills and a conscientious mindset'. In my case, I’m a singer so it’s a given that I should be skilled in dancing and singing and that I should strive to improve. A conscientious mindset is knowing to reflect upon myself when I’m in the wrong and being able to come up with solutions, not doubting anything when I become certain and pushing forward. You need a conscientious mindset for self-reflection and in gaining confidence.

What are your future plans? For now I want to safely conclude our concert. I’ve to do well preparing for our next album and I won’t stop in the current condition I’m in, my goal is to create a more amazing body. The body is not simply for showing off and is necessary in lasting the span of 3 minutes on stage. It demands a strong stamina. Also, if I have personal schedules then I’d like to show new sides of myself in not only variety, but also acting and other various fields.

Have you thought about the future in 10 years? Not up to 10 years but when I turn around 28-29 years old, I’ve thought about wanting to become a good example to my idol juniors who would’ve debuted then. Like DBSK sunbae-nims who helped me nurture my dreams of becoming a singer!

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lumoui · 8 years ago

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sexual release - spideychelle smut

Michelle and Peter haven’t seen each other in a few weeks. They decide to go out on a date to the theater and possibly release some sexual frustrations.

Michelle could count on one hand how many times she’s been on a date with Peter, a total of three. She wasn’t sure if the third should even be considered a date, since he whisked off into the air ten minutes after arriving, promising to make it up to her.

The thing was, she didn’t mind not going on those fancy dates. Just being able to spend quality time with him snuggled up with each other as Michelle teased him about how good looking a good majority of the Avengers were, especially Natasha and watching him whine about how he was the cutest. But no matter how much she tried convincing him of that, he refused to settle for it.

Which is what lead them here, standing in front of a movie theater, Michelle grilling him for forcing her to even come here. “We could’ve just watched a movie at your place.” She groaned, crossing her arms over her chest as a cold breeze hit her. Peter noticed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Even though he was a tad bit shorter, he loved the height difference. He brung her back until there wasn’t any space between them, laying his head against her.

“Michelle, I promised i’d make it up to you, this is me doing that.” He mumbled into her shoulder, Michelle shivering from the vibration. She squeezed her eyes shut, tilting her head back against his. Even though she’d rather go home and find a rerun, she loved that he wanted to do little things like this when he had time, which was rarely. His time is always spent saving the world or working in the stark tower for hours on end. They’d go days without seeing one another but Michelle understood. It was time for her to push her pessimistic attitude aside and enjoy this moment with him. “Fine, let’s go.” Unraveling his hands from around her, he walked beside her towards the theater, his warm hands intertwining with her cold ones.

One they reached the ticket booth, there were two couples and a group of teenage boys ahead of them. They decided to use this short period to choose a movie. Peter scanned his options, skipping over horror movies but Michelle seemed to be doing the opposite, finding which horror movie was the best choice.

“Let’s watch Rings.” She suggested, a smile etching on her lips as she side eyed him. Michelle knew that he wouldn’t dare to pick a horror movie, which is partly why she chose it and also because all the others were less appealing.

Peter snapped his head in her direction, “What? No way!” He exclaimed, shaking his head.

“Peter, we’re watching it.” Peter groaned, letting it go. He knew he couldn’t win. Michelle was never one to give up.

The line moved up quickly and before they knew it they had retrieved their tickets and went to go claim their seats in the back of the theater. Once they were seated and comfortable, the previews started. There were about thirty people in total spread around. Their row and the one ahead of them had been empty and Michelle couldn’t be happier. She hated being bunched up with lots of people.

“I can’t believe you forced me to watch this.” Peter whined in a low voice. “Peter we could always see another movie.” Peter stood up quick, preparing to grab their belongings. When Michelle didn’t move an inch, he tilted his head in her direction, “You weren’t serious, were you?” He asked, pouting. Shaking her head, she pulled him down into his seat. “Should I at least go get snacks?” He would try anything to get out of here but Michelle wasn’t having it.

Grabbing her bag from the seat beside her, she placed the leather material in his hands. “Open.” She demanded, eyes focused on the screen ahead. Peter obeyed, opening the bag to find all his favorite snack inside the medium sized purse. “I thought the theaters didn’t let you bring your own snacks?” He questioned.

“They don’t but i’d be damned if either of use spent a shit load of money on two items when we could spend the same thing at the deli and get way more.” Peter smiled, returning the bag to the seat, before sitting back and laying his head on her shoulder. “You’re so smart.” He whispered as the movie began. “I know.”

Twenty minutes. That’s approximately how long it took before Peter started shielding his eyes behind her shoulder. Michelle tried to refrain from laughing. “Peter, calm down.” She tells him in a gentle voice. “No.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist. For someone who fought creatures from different planets and battled people with unbelievable abilities, she couldn’t understand how he’d be afraid of horror movies when they were far from real.

Her attention returned to the movie. Peter stood in the position for a good five minutes before he peeked over her shoulder to see what was happening now. He may have been frightened but he’d grown oddly curious in what direction this movie would take. From the horror movies he’s been forced to watch with Michelle throughout the years, they seemed to all end the same way.

The savior decides to take it upon themselves and get rid of the killer once and for all. They believe they succeed until a short time later, they realize they never did. The spirit or whatever would plant themselves into someone else and kill the savior. The same thing in all horror movies and it was becoming tiresome. But he couldn’t talk much considering he was still scared of them regardless if he knew how it would potentially end.

“Peter!”

“But i’m scared…”

“Well let me sit on you.”

“Wait, what?” Peter sat up, staring at her with wide eyes. “I’ll be comfortable and you’ll be shielded from the screen.” She explained before settling into his lap. She slouched down a tad bit, dangling her feet across the empty seats ahead of them. Peter held in his breath as she rubbed against him in the process.

Leaning her ahead against his shoulder, she tilted her head upwards toward him. “Comfortable?” She whispered. Peter couldn’t mutter out a word, he just nodded, staring down at the armrest. Michelle looked at him weirdly before turning back to the movie, covering herself with his sweater. Peter was unable to focus on anything but Michelle’s bottom against him. Even when he tried focusing on different things, his mind continued imagining her grinding against him. What was wrong with him? Michelle sat on his lap countless times before, what was the difference now?

Peter thought back to the past few weeks. They’ve seen each other twice and even during those two times of spending time together, it didn’t make enough time for them to catch up or satisfy their sexual needs as they would usually do.

That’s when it hit him. He was sexually frustrated. Masturbating hadn’t been doing a great job at craving his needs. He needed her, to be with her, to be inside of her. Michelle moved her hips against him to readjust once more, and Peter wanted to vanish in that moment. His member decided it wanted to react in that moment, growing hard. He prayed to all things holy that she didn’t notice.

Luck was not on his side because Michelle had indeed felt his bulge pressing against her. She tilted her head in his direction, trying her best to suppress a laugh that was demanding a release “Peter, seriously?” Peter looked at her nervously, “I- i’m sorry, I can’t help it!” His voice came out childlike and it was making it harder and harder for Michelle not to laugh at his current situation. “Calm him down.”

“I can’t….”

“And why not?”

“Not with you sitting on me like that.”

“So, what i’m hearing is, i’m the problem?” Michelle was well aware of what Peter had been going through, she’s been dealing with the same thing, except for the bulging penis of course. She just couldn’t help but find the situation to be amusing.

“What? Mj, of course not.” His hand rubbed his face, laying his head back against the seat, “I just… we haven’t had sex in a long time and it’s getting to me ya know? I’m not blaming you, I know i’ve been incredibly busy with work and being Spider-man… Michelle, i’m just sexually frustrated..” He spoke fast and low, Michelle was even surprised she’d heard a word he said. Moving her head towards his, she pressed her lips against his jaw, smirking. “Well, let’s have sex.”

“You can’t be serious?” He questions. Michelle planted gentle kisses along his jawline. “Oh but I am. Live a little.” Even though the idea was insane, he found her offer hard to resist, especially with her kissing on him the way she was currently doing. Her lips traveled down his neck, pressing kisses against it before she located his sweet spot and began sucking on it.

“M- michelle.” He moaned out. “Let’s go find somewhere more private..” Michelle didn’t waste time. Grabbing her bag and sweater, she and Peter quickly rushed out the theater. When they stepped into the hall, it was completely empty. Peter looked around for a good private area when he noticed the supply closet reserved only for employees.

Peter, not caring much at the moment, lead Michelle into the closet, locking it behind him. When he turned around, her belongings were dropped on the floor. She stared at him with a lustful look in her eyes, tempting him more to rip her clothes apart and fuck her senseless but today, he wanted to take it slow. He wanted to make this a moment she’d never forget.

Before she could blink, Peter had her back pressed against the wall, hands on either side of her head. He scanned her from bottom to top before his eyes flicked up to hers. A smirk played on his lips, affecting her in ways she didn’t know possible. Her legs clenched tightly as a tingling sensation traveled throughout her. Peter noticed this and took this as his cue. He began placing delicately sweet kisses on her neck, making his way down further.

Michelle gasped as one of his hands grasped her breast, massaging it gently. Using his other hand, he unbuttoned her shirt, not daring to detach his lips from her skin. Once each button had been undone, he swiftly removed her breast from the black laced bra.

Not waiting a second, his tongue worked it’s way around her nipple. First he flicked it a few times before sucking on it as his tongue traced circles around it. Michelle moaned in pleasure, hands clenching.

Peter continued the process for a few more seconds before he moved down completely, positioning himself on his knees. He kissed along her waistline, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down at the same time. Michelle helped, pulling her long legs out the black jeans. When they were completely off, Peter tossed them to the side. “Spread your legs.” Michelle didn’t hesitate, instantly separating her legs from each other.

His hands trailed from her waist down to her thighs. The tingling sensation returned once more but when she went to clench her thighs together, Peter quickly halted her movements. “Peter.” She whined, which is something she’s never done.

Michelle wasn’t a whiny person, she’s the person that causes it. Her underwear were completely soaked. This was the perfect time for entry but he refused to settle for that this early on. He wouldn’t enter her until he had a waterfall running down her legs. Hand gripping her thighs softly, he took her panties between his teeth, tugging them down to her knees and letting them proceed to fall on their own.

Michelle watched his every move and she couldn’t deny how sexy that was. That made her crave for him to take her more and more but she wasn’t oblivious, Peter planned to make this worthwhile and that came with him teasing her tremendously.

Staring intently at her flower, it was perfect in every way. Flowers deserved to be treated with endless amounts of care and love. He planned to do just that. His thumb pressed against her core, massaging the precious area. She shuddered from each stroke. Using his free hand, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, giving him a better view of clit. Licking his lips, he dived in, immediately sucking her tongue between his teeth. He loved the feeling of her clit twitching against his mouth, he craved each one.

His lips made out with her clitoris wildly, sucking and twirling his tongue around all at once. Reaching up with his hand that wasn’t massaging her clit, he wrapped his palm around her chest, massaging them while he worked her magic flower.

Along with the continuous moans, Michelle kept slapping her hand against the wall. Peter never noticed though, completely invested in pleasuring her. Peter was pleasuring her in all her favorite spots and she was bound to go crazy if he kept it up. She wasn’t used to this, to Peter being this way and she loved every minute of it.

“Oh m- PETER!” She moaned loudly as he licked her sensitive spot. Peter peered up at her, never stopping his process though. A random person would believe he did this for a living from how much of an expert he appeared to be. He smiled against her, enjoying her reactions a little more than he should he. Continuing to hit all her sensitive spots, Peter was determined to have her orgasm. He applied more pressure with his thumb to her clit and rubbed his fingers against her nipple in a slower motion.

Peter didn’t expect it, neither did Michelle. She tried preventing it for long as possible, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her giving in yet. She always seemed to find a challenge in something but this happened to be in Peter’s favor. As Peter went for another lick, Michelle climaxed all over his tongue.

Pulling himself back, he stood up slowly and stared her in the eyes. Michelle didn’t know how to react after what she’s just done and she couldn’t predict how he’d react. Of all the times he’s given her head, she doesn’t recall climaxing on him. They watched each other intently, neither of them moving an inch.

Then he did something she didn’t expect. His tongue licked around his lips before he moved in, closing the space between them, leaning close to her ear, “we should do that more often.” in a sexual tone. It was in that moment that Michelle realized she was completely and utterly fucked and they haven’t even gotten to the actual fucking part yet.

Her heart pounded hard against her chest as his hands roamed her body once more. She tried predicting what he would possibly do now because he seemed full of surprises tonight.

“Peter…” she whispered into his ear. “Hm?” He hummed in response, breathing against her ear. Leaning her head back, she was able to get a good view of his face. Around his mouth was sticky from her orgasm but he didn’t seem to mind. Looking up into his eyes, he had been staring back, awaiting her to finish what she had to say. “Fuck me, please.” She breathed out. With no hesitation, Peter unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off along with his boxers. His member poked out as soon as it was released from its shackles, ready for entry into paradise. His arms wrapped around her waist and unexpectedly he grasped her ass in his hands causing her to gasp.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes, I do.”

Nodding, he pressed a quick but soft kiss against her lips. His strength came into play, lifting her up, he entered her as she wrapped her legs around him. They both gasped at the same time. Michelle has been craving him for weeks and after all this time, she finally got him. Peter slid his hands down underneath her thighs and began pumping in and out of her. Her insides were tight against him as it had been during their first time.

Her hands grasped onto his hair, gripping onto it but not to the point where he was in pain, well not anymore at least. They’ve had sex plenty of time where Michelle would be so into it, she’d yank on his hair. He hated it at first but after a good few times, he had grown used to it. The kinky part of him actually liked it but he’d never admit that to her. She’d never let him live it down. “Ye- ooh- yess!” she moaned loudly. Peter would’ve tried to convince her to quiet down before she got them caught but he could care less at the moment.

The way she began moving with him at a quicker pace, forcing him to speed up with her. She bounced up and down aggressively and Peter couldn’t deny how much he loved when she got like this.

By now the sounds of their skin slapping against each echoed throughout the room. Peter was almost certain the entire theater could hear it, including the ones where the movies were currently playing. He continued regardless, thrusting into her roughly, how she loved it. Each thrust, a loud moan escaped past her faint pink coated lips.

Arching against him, her eyes rolled back. She had creamed against his length and he wasn’t far behind. Pressing her back against the wall, one of her legs dropped down, the other held up by him. He jerked himself inside and out repetitively, his legs growing weaker with each movement.

Michelle cried out in pleasure with each thrust. “Fuck!” Peter moved his face in, pressing his lips against hers. His free hand gripped her waist and brung her into him. “Mi- I love you!” He cried out against her lips as he finally released.

They stood there for a few moments trying to catch their breathes before they separated from each other. Michelle pulled on her clothes, trying to fix herself without staring at a reflection in the mirror. Peter never removed his shirt, pulling his jeans up, he button his pants and ran his fingers through his hair to make it appear as if it was this way purposely and not because his girlfriend pulled his hair during sex.

Once all fixed up, Michelle pushed herself up against him, smiling brightly. Peter laughed, pushing a strand of hair from her face. “That was amazing.” She admitted, lacing her hands with his. “I agree.”

Her smile turned into a smirk. “How about we head home and do that again?” Peter was drained at the moment but the short journey home would give him enough of a break to proceed with another round. Plus, he couldn’t just turn her down, especially when he wanted it just as much.

Pressing a kiss on her cheek, he smiled cheekily. “Of course, lets go.” They headed out the closet, grabbing their items they dropped along the way. When they opened the door, they halted and stared down. There stood a boy, who couldn’t be any younger than nine, staring at them confused. “What are you doing?” He questioned, peering past them into the closet.

Peter scratched the back of his neck nervously, not sure what to say. Michelle smiled evilly, leaning towards the little boy. “The thing your parents do when they think you’re sleep.” She said, the smile never leaving her lips. The little boy looked lost in thought for a moment before he realized what she meant and quickly backed away. “I’m telling!” He shouted, running off to find his parents.

Peter eyes widened as he looked at the little boy run off. “Why did you do that?” “Because it was fun.” “He’s a kid.” “Live a little, now let’s go so I can release a little bit more frustration on you.” She smiled seductively, walking towards the exit. Peter laughed, following close behind. God, how did he get so lucky?

#spideychelle #peter parker #michelle jones #michelle mj jones #peter x michelle #peter x mj #spideychellefic

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survivorgalaxysedge · 5 years ago

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Episode 5 | Forgive Me Cowtown For I Have Sinned - Ari

ohhhhh i found something JUICY tonight!!! so yesterday the hosts got tired of me constantly asking how many fuel i have and gave me the command to view it, and i knew i was outta points so i was like ok cool we'll check it out tomorrow. TURNS OUT the scorekeeper bot shows you not just your personal points.... but the points of everyone in the game.... and WHOM is number two on that list with 36 entire points? that's right. my best friend keegan. my first thought was wtf ew how did he already recover from my sabotage, i feel zero percent guilty about doing that now! and then my second thought was WAIT...... this is PERFECT. so you can bet i ran right to all three of my allies to be like "hey omg i found something shady :0 didn't keegan say all his fuel got blown up the other day? well i pulled some receipts and it turns out he still has all of it! why would he lie about that??? so sus!" and now i'm laughing because there could not be a more perfect excuse to get him gone!!! i'm not gonna push it any more than that right now - for all i know, we'll prob win the next challenge again - but i've tucked the ammo away in my pocket, planted the ari seed in jonathan and zoe's heads, and i'll let it sit pretty there until i need it. also, i ended up telling ali what i did to keegan simply because he is 100% not going against me and i needed someone to tell me i'm funny, so i also let him know about this plan o mine and that we could use this against sir keegan, which he's so down for. god. i cannot wait to tell mj about all this shit.

Jacob being voted out of NuTrian is the second best thing that could have happened. Preferably Nathan but my OG Andro and Jessie are safe so that’s very good. Now we’ve got a Guess Who challenge which is okay. I don’t care if we get first or second, I just really really don’t want to get last. Let’s keep the good vibes going and be safe for a fifth straight tribal council. Ali told me he scored 11 points, I scored 10. I hope Zoe can whip out her survivor magic with a score of 8 or 9. And then hopefully Jonathan can pull out a good score as well. Nathan and Zach have both scored 12 on this challenge before, so I can only hope they keep up with that and score high again. Gotta make sure those other tribes flop. I’m still incredibly uncertain about how to play this steal a player advantage. It’s possible we ride this 3 tribe split all the way to merge. My guess is merge at 11 or 10. That would be quite a few tribals to go without another swap but it’s certainly possible. Though I could absolutely see a swap now at 12. Two tribes of six, and then merge at 10. A final 3 with 7 jurors perhaps? Either way, I think I’ll hold on to this advantage until it seems likely that I’ll need it. No sense in causing some chaos if it isn’t necessary.

ok so i'm doing well in challenges rn, as best as i can at least, and i feel like that's the only thing keeping me alive bc.... nobody talks to me. i feel like i'm starting every one on one conversation and desperately trying to keep it alive and not be left on read. idk if they're like this with each other or if its just me but !!!!!! it doesnt make me feel good abt potentially losing a challenge. so i will just keep carrying my weight and keeping my cute little head down and pray im just being paranoid<3

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WELL We lost the immunity challenge which is the first loss after four straight immunity wins. That was a nice little break while it lasted. The obvious choice right off the bat is to vote for Ali. Keeps the OG Andro tribe fully intact, and avoids the most possible drama. However, I worry he might have found the Circi idol from his original tribe. Plus whatever advantage he may have gotten from the first challenge of the season. So the alternate thought is to maybe vote for Jonathan or Zoe. I adore Ari would not want to vote them out. It's tempting to throw a vote on one of them in the event of Ali playing an idol, just to keep myself safe. But if Ali doesn't have an idol, that could cause a whole world of issues. On the flip side, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if some or any of my tribe mates decided to throw my name under the bus. I haven't been the most social person and while I have definitely pulled my weight in the challenges, I could see them having their own little group that's willing to throw my under the bus and make things as painless as possible for the rest of them, especially considering they've all said they like Ali a lot. Ahhh this is all so much worse considering I have the hidden immunity idol. I don't want to waste it, but I also don't want to pull a Kellee Kim and go home with it in my pocket.

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it's kind of ridiculous how well this is all going???? why havent they voted me out yet i am running this shit -talked to ali, told him he's gonna be fine we just need to get people to vote for keegan -talked to jonathan, convinced him keegan is the most logical vote "because he's shady" and because it also means we can vote ali easily next time (versus going down to andro 4 and having it get much more messy) -jonathan was like "should we tell ali right before the vote?" and i was like i think you should call him and see where his head is at and we can go from there, jonathan said ok good point, if he says he wants to vote keegan and he also tells you that without any prompting from either of us we know he's real about it -yeeted myself into ali's dms the very second jonathan hung up like OK LISTEN HERE IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY WHEN HE CALLS YOU, HE CANT KNOW I TOLD YOU ANY OF THIS -ali called me half an hour later like "omg we had such a good talk i love jonathan now deadass, i told him exactly what you said to say and he's so down" -presumably in the morning jonathan will call me and say "wow had a great talk with ali he seems cool and great and he said he'd vote keegan, what did he tell you?" and i can say "yeah same he mentioned keegan so i think we're good!" and jonathan will feel like we Did This Together and ali will feel like i Did This For Him and everyone will be in love with me -all i have to do tomorrow is make sure zoe is on board & that she doesn't feel pushed, and prob call keegan and make him some vague promises about working together long term, and then cross my fingers that i don't get blindsided during my editorial meeting at 9pm est i am having so much fun

i just keep thinking about how funny it’s gonna be when we get to merge and mj tells me to vote out all these people i’ve been making f2s with and i’ll be like “okay!!!!<3”

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Not to go back to INV this round, but not much has been going on. I've been keeping up socializing but since we're not going to tribal it's been more quiet than it has been last round. I'm really glad we won though bc I feel vulnerable if we go to tribal again. Cindi seems close to Nathan, and Nathan and Jessie seem closer to each other than they will be to me so I'm worried I'd be an easy vote. So I'm really hoping for a swap or merge tonight, or at least a challenge we can excel in. Don't want it to come down to one point again.

^_^ Okay, so no important updates with this tribe! It's freaking QUIET. I haven't talked to Zach or Silver at ALL since being with this tribe. I've talked to Jules a lot and Asya some, though. I'd like to work with the two of them if possible and if we ever go to tribal here, which I don't want to do because uhhh it's worrisome! Anyway, the only actual update I have is that I found the legacy advantage!!! Randomly at like 2AM I found it. I don't remember what I was doing exactly... I think I just went to watch the Circi round 3 tribal and then the Trian round 4 tribal... and then I think I went to watch the Tribe Swap video to see if there was some sort of announcement made regarded the Oxygen Tank amounts because I was confused why that number was changed more than double. I guess I was also thinking that since the hosts didn't make an announcement that the adventure was resetting at the swap then MAYBE there would be a new twist/advantage inserted elsewhere for this next phase of the game? Now, being the crackhead that I am, of course back on original tribes, I SEARCHED everywhere on the blog that I could think of. Extenders URLs, the source code, hidden hyperlinks - everything. Nothing was there. But in this case, my brain said, hmm, let's just scroll down and see if there's anything in the description of the Tribe Swap Youtube video...and... there was!! I didn't really know what it was at first but when I opened it everything CLICKED! Finally the Reem Cameo from launch night serving a bigger purpose made total sense. After seeing this link in the description though and realizing it was calling back to something we were told about night one, I went back and checked to see if this had been hidden all along, and of course it's literally in the description of the Cast Reveal video!!! and every other video after that!!! Keeping in mind that I found this 11 days into the game, I was like, oh there's definitely some nerd that found this instantly on night 1 so I'm probably just gonna get a message saying nothing here or something like that. Obviously that wasn't the case though. I think nobody found this because I lot of people operate via mobile in these, and Youtube descriptions require an addition click to reveal what's there. Alternatively, for desktop users, who the hell is scrolling down for any reason while you're watching videos from your ORG?? It's nothing something anyone does naturally. So that explains that. Anyway, I'm happy I found it even though it has absolutely no use until Day 39. I will say though that having this and knowing that, it has really motivated me to get to the end of this game. Coincidentally, HOURS before I found this, I had a conversation with Jules about how quiet this tribe has been and that I'd like to start working towards bettering our positions moving forward seeing as there are people here with more/stronger connections than either of us. I just love that I found an advantage that motivates me to start playing this game, exactly how I'd voiced to Jules about feeling a desire to start doing SOMETHING. We love a live narrative!!!! Anyway, I'm not gonna tell Jules about the legacy advantage because it's an advantage that incentivizes people to vote out the owner and have it passed on. I trust Jules, we go YEARS back and have to successful runs as allies under our belts, but this is just something I'd like to keep to myself. Earlier today I also decided that I'm probably never gonna tell Ari about it either if our paths ever (hopefully) cross in this game. I wanna surprise my bestie! At any rate, Jules did tell me that Zach and Asya seem like the type of players that only play on tribal days (at least in this case of this game) which is fine, but I've played a few super intense, intimate, and high-stakes ORGs in the past couple of years which has made me prioritize personal relationships with people over barebones game relationships. This makes dealing with people who aren't that interested in getting to know me or revealing themselves to me a SUPER off-putting experience and a drastic change of pace from what I've become accustomed to. But I'm totally capable of adapting to this environment... I just don't necessarily prefer it. I feel like I have room to connect with Asya on a personal level if given the chance. Zach and Silver I don't know. Although, I do think that if we ever lose immunity here I could for sure spit some game to Silver that would make him believe I want to work with him. I already have an idea of how that conversation goes, and the potential negative consequence of it is practically non-existent on this swap tribe, whereas it could have backfired on me if original Trian lost that third challenge. Anyway, I'll get into that whenever we lose or if I get bored and initiate that chat just to feel something lol

No tribal ever again until merge or swap please. Jessie would be the one I'd want out and I assume Jay would as well but she has Nathan's shard so, like, he'd lose that and then I lose my hope of getting both their shards and misplaying my first idol because I'm not good at survivor

Yayyyy we won immunity. Idk what much else to say except that I got 40 fuel tanks

today i am mad and sad. lost the challenge, was my fault bc purple not pink. no i will not elaborate. now ari jonathan and i have decided to save ali and vote out keegan. i hope it goes well. i am filled with anxiety. i don’t even want keegan to go, we just have to make the decision based on the fact that we don’t want to be seen as a tight alliance going into merge, and keegan can make it look like there was a crack therefore not making us look strong. but he is just sacrificial unfortunately. but we’ll see how it goes. i’m still anxious

Wow we won what a concept See what happens when we don’t throw comps ? Anyways yeah that’s it I guess lol

Honestly I I'm done with these hoes I'm ready to vote off Keegan

This is definitely a very stressful and emotional tribal. I hate that we’re voting for Ali because he is a genuinely fantastic person and under different circumstances I think we could have worked really well together in this game. But when there’s a 4-1 tribe swap and the four of us have absolutely no beef with each other, there’s not a whole lot that can be done. None of my other 3 OG Andro players come across as big move players either. So unless I’m being straight up lied to and am about to get completely blindsided, it’s looking like a unanimous Ali boot. Which is incredibly sad. I really wanted us to win out until merge so we wouldn’t have to vote him out. But such is the game. Keegan signing off (hopefully not for the last time)

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Like Two Drops of Water: Ch 2

A spideychelle fanfic.

Summary: Michelle and Peter are just best friends. When Michelle gets asked to the homecoming dance, Peter gets jealous. When she falls for Spider-Man, Peter gets jealous (of himself). Suddenly it seems maybe they weren’t “just best friends”, after all.

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Chapter 2

"MJ has a date." Ned said to me as I slammed my locker shut. He was repressing that pleased look Ned always has when proving me wrong.

"Really?" I asked feebly. I leaned my head to rest against the shut locker.

"I'm actually sorry for you. You have to excuse me from smiling." Ned said between smiles.

"Are you sure about it?" I asked without moving away from the rigid locker door. I imagined what my homecoming would presumably look like from hereon, not especially impressed with what I was visualizing and hence wishing I could sink through the locker.

"Yes. Assuming that she was telling the truth when she told me."

I leered at Ned, not believing what I was hearing. "She told you?" I asked enviously.

"It's not like it's juicy gossip, of course she told me."

"Why hasn't she told me yet?" I asked rhetorically.

A flash of panic crossed Ned's features, "Here she comes." He whispered not all that subtly.

I turned around, suddenly self-conscious. A hand instinctively reached for my hair when I saw her curly head bouncing closer to us with a smile. The last thing I had time to do was pray she would tell me, while at the same time dreading having to hear her say it.

"Hello." She said, seizing us with a skeptical frown. "Is your general mannerism a direct result of yesterday's 'private business', because I can leave again so as to possibly calm your pulses?" She asked sardonically. Typical Michelle, I thought. I'm not sure if she had studied ways to come in to a room, throw together some words and immediately get the upper hand on a conversation while simultaneously making everyone who wasn't her slightly uncomfortable, or if it came natural to her. My guess would be the latter of the two.

I laughed, hopefully not too nervously. "No, that's… resolved." I looked at Ned who was nodding vigorously. The truth of it was, we had gotten nowhere on that pursuit.

"So, who's your date?" I blurted before I'd had a chance to stop myself. Ned's eyes widened in my direction, Michelle shot Ned a look and I looked down at my feet in shame at my lack of tact. You were going to wait for her to tell you, I mentally lectured myself.

"Uuuh," Michelle stammered and I cursed everything. Yesterday had been so easy and fun, now everything just felt awkward. "Liz." She finally revealed, looking away from the both of us.

"Liz?" I questioned. "Liz asked you to the homecoming dance?" Liz was sweet, intelligent and everyone loved her, whereas I could maybe be considered one of those things. I played with the zipper on my hoodie in an attempt to not have to look into those brown eyes, suddenly feeling like a small bug in comparison.

"Damn, you got lucky!" Ned erupted and Michelle smiled shyly, looking away repeatedly. "Do you like her?" Ned asked, making me feel like I was taking part in a conversation I had not consented to.

Michelle's shoulders rose. "She's cute." She said. I looked up by reflex, to my horror meeting her searching eyes. I tried to play it off by looking around at the students whirling around the hallway.

"Are you a couple now?" I asked as naturally as I could.

"We'll see where it goes." Michelle answered with a somewhat confident smile. As confident smiles go, it was pretty confident, but then again, I've seen confidenter* smiles. "I gotta go." She said uncomfortably. "See you tonight guys." She finished before she left me slightly exasperated at her purposefully fuzzy answer.

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"Hello Peter! Hello Ned!" Liz greeted us enthusiastically upon opening the door to her mansion and paving the way for a wave of sound to hit us all at once. Sometimes, when I felt a little too good about being called a "hero" I liked to compare the rugged flat where Aunt May and I lived to Liz's house. I found it reminded me of who I really was.

"Hi Liz, you look nice." Ned said whereas I merely mumbled something in response.

"Thanks Ned. You two look very nice as well." She replied sweetly.

When I, in contrast to Ned, failed to respond Liz rolled her eyes. "I take it you've heard that I asked Michelle to homecoming?" She conjectured jadedly, hand to hip.

"How would you know?" I asked without bothering to look at her, instead I searched the small, barely existent dancing crowd inside. Most of the people were still drinking up the courage to dance, I deduced.

"Well, you're not usually this rude, Peter." She raised her eyebrows reproachfully.

Ned was looking at the floor, probably in second hand embarrassment for me. I now felt pretty guilty about my behavior, but I refused to show it, carrying on with the charade. "Yes. M.J. told me." I lied. "We're pretty close." That part's true at least.

"Rub it in." Ned joked in an attempt to diffuse the tension, but Liz was not really having it at this time, facial expression remaining still as stone.

The party did not get off to a good start; let's just say that. We eventually found M.J. though. She was sitting in a beanbag chair by herself, looking strangely content with her situation.

"Finally!" She said once she could make out our figures through the dim luminescent light. "I've been fending of suitors ever since I got here. Thank god you guys are here to take the burden away."

"Really?" I asked while cramping my way into the chair as well, as she made room for me. Ned had his own, but there were only two, which meant we had to make compromises. I didn't mind sitting next to M.J. though, her flannel felt soft against my arm.

"Yes." She motioned at the beanbag chair next to hers, the one Ned was now occupying. "This old thing has had suitors coming as if they were running on a fire." She said funnily, "But I told them, I said, 'It's waiting for Mr. Right.' in this case Mr. Leeds." She emoted. She winked at Ned, whose eyes were big and lost, whose eyebrows were curved in puzzlement and whose mouth was ajar.

"We can tell you've held the fort without us." I laughed. "You haven't talked to Liz anything?" I asked, voice suddenly soft and unsure and wondering how come she'd been sitting in this corner all by herself.

Michelle paused. "I — … I definitely greeted her upon arriving!" She finished light-heartedly after a small stumble.

Ned laughed, a little too hard. "What's the deal you two anyway? I will always respect your decisions M.J., but seriously? Liz? Don't get me wrong, she's great, but what do you guys even have in common?" I inwardly thanked Ned for daring to articulate exactly what I was thinking and I glanced at M.J. to see how she was taking Ned's words.

Michelle didn't seem too bothered by the criticism. "She's in the Academic Decathlon." She said, putting on her most logical voice. "And… She's cute I guess." Michelle ended uncertainly.

"I she much more than that though?" I asked bitterly. They both looked at me as if I had two heads and I deliberated if I should take the night of from speaking.

Thankfully, M.J. chose to ignore my ill worded utterance. "I feel like dancing tonight!" She erupted enthusiastically. "We need to dance tonight!"

"Yeah!" Both Ned and I chimed, thinking they were empty words. We were then more than surprised when Michelle actually stood up, ruining the perfect balance I had in the bean chair and therefore causing me to fall over. She offered her hand to help me up, which I took — out of obligation and not out of desire to take part in her proposal.

We should have known better. We really should have. Of course M.J. wanted to dance. Of course she asked Flash to put on Ramones. Of course she didn't really dance, more like waved her long sleeves around while jumping, the objective being to waste as much energy as possible. "It was how they did it in the 70's!" She'd say. And of course I could do nothing but watch her in awe with a funny feeling in my stomach.

Suddenly the music stopped and everyone turned to Flash, who was looking at me from across the room. Damn. I thought, knowing exactly what was coming.

"Parker!" Flash called for me, knowing he had the attention of the whole room, which was apparently the whole point of this exchange. "Where's your friend?"

The room was quiet.

"Gee, I don't know. Protecting the city?" I suggested sardonically.

"Yeah, from what I hear he's a pretty busy guy isn't he?" When I didn't reply to his clear attempt at mockery he pushed further. "I mean you would know, wouldn't you? …You're his friend?" Flash continued rigorously, tempting me to consider the suit I knew lay stacked inside my backpack. But I knew better, I wasn't going to use Spider-Man, I was going to wait for this little act to be over and then go back to semi-enjoying this party. "I'll lay off Peter. I can tell you're getting annoyed." Flash said, thinking he had me in the palm of his hand, which in itself instigated annoyance in me beyond anything he had said up to this point. "Just a word of advice before I go: if you're always the first one to text, then he's just not that into you." He said condescendingly, pretending to smile in his most compassionate way.

Michelle groaned, "Will you leave him the fuck alone, Flash?" She said, motioning with the coke in her hand.

"You know what? I'll call him right now." I announced to the group, speaking clearly enough for the people in the back to hear me. I glanced at Michelle who was raising my pulse simply by looking surprised at my proclamation.

What I did next I could barely believe, myself. I slid my phone out of my pocket while leaving the scene, I pretended to search for Spider-Man's number and once I'd got to a more secluded part of the house I pretended to make the call. I actually faked a whole phone call only to then exit the house, with my pack back, containing the suit. I could not for the life of me visualize how the rest of this night was going to play out and that scared me. I had no clue what to do next. I did know for sure that I couldn't have my friends having to stand up for me, I didn't want to be stood up for. I had to stick up for myself.

Pretending to be friends with a superhero is not the same as standing up for yourself, a voice in the back of my head said. They're actually so far apart that I find it amazing you could confuse the two.

If you can't stand up for yourself without the suit, then you shouldn't have the suit. The voice continued.

Your powers are your responsibility to use for doing good; impressing a bully doesn't constitute as doing good. The voice in the back of my head sure had a lot of sound arguments.

I put on the suit, just to see how it felt. As soon as it was on I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Like, if the plan had felt stupid to begin with, this was next level stupid. On the streets of New York the suit made me feel powerful, but at a party with high school students, it was an entirely different story.

I jumped up into a tree so as not to be seen by anyone. I watched M.J. and Ned dance to the muddled sounds of Blitzkrieg Pop on the inside. I say dancing, but it was mostly just uncontrollable jumping. When the song ended I watched as M.J. walked up to Flash to request something new. She could never stand having to listen to music she didn't like.

I imagined what I would say if I went inside, but I couldn't think of anything that didn't make me feel incredibly uneasy. And also, a unitard didn't exactly "fit perfectly" with the dress code.

My eyes adjusted to the scene inside once again, but I was thunderstruck when I saw Flash, the man of the hour, forcefully pulling M.J. toward him and her resisting with all her might. All thoughts of "should I go in or not?" were lost to me and I jumped.

With a few swift jumps I was inside the house, I climbed up along the wall and no one spotted me until I was right above the crowd. Ned was now trying to push Flash away while M.J. was pouring her coke down his hair. I cursed all the drunken teenagers who had barely noticed the scene.

People gasped. "Oh my god, is that the real Spider-Man?" Someone exclaimed.

Before the golden trio could spot me though, I made my move. I shot my web to trap his feet, making him loose his balance and nearly fall over. Flash stopped in his movements to try and figure out what the strange substance around his feet was and Michelle was able to get loose from his grip. Her face was hard, but I could see that she'd been scared.

"What a party you guys are having here!" I said to announce my presence. I back-flipped and landed in front of Flash, from there I kept firing my web at him, trapping his hands and legs until he was covered in it. I stepped closer with each shot until I was right in front of him. I poked him to see if he'd fall, but Flash stood like a rock, covered in the sticky web.

I glanced at my friends, whose jaws were dropped open. Ned leaned in and gave me a high five. Flash's mouth was just as agape as everyone else's, shocked into submission. I don't think anyone had expected New York's famous masked guy to swing by their party, much less make a scene as this one.

"Don't worry," I said, "It'll dissolve in about two hours. By then hopefully you will have learned not to harass people. I mean it's not exactly rocket science, so I think you'll get there." I turned to the group with a newfound confidence; "You guys are with me on this?" They cheered in response, glasses filled to the brim with alcohol raised in salute. "See, these guys believe in you. Now you've just got to believe in yourself." I told him sarcastically with an encouraging slap on his shoulder, only to then have to steady him so that he wouldn't fall to the floor — I wasn't a complete sadist.

"So you are friends with Peter?" Flash quipped from his locked position. I couldn't believe my ears; after this whole ordeal he was still on that subject? I wanted to tape him to the ceiling, have him hang there for the rest of the night, but I kept the charade going. After all, I had initially sought out to prove a point.

"Peter?" I began, "Peter and I are more than friends." I emoted, only to subsequently realize my blunder. I caught M.J. snort and my head turned to briefly meet her eyes. "What I mean to say is… he's like a mother to me." I corrected light-heartedly to make her laugh even more. When she did I found myself continuing, "It's like he gave birth to me. It's like he birthed me out of his metaphorical womb. That's how close we are." Flash looked on, shocked at the odd situation I'd created among a room of partygoers.

"Right. And where is he now?" He hissed.

"He's a busy guy, you know." I reasoned. "Anyway…" I had begun to realize it was time to leave before any other queries arose. I put my hands in my nonexistent pockets. I made a mental note to talk to Mr. Stark about pockets, so as to avoid situations like these.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of my head rose and my muscles turned hard. Time suddenly took longer to pass. I realized that someone was right behind me. In one move I turned and caught their arm right as it was about to latch onto my mask. My eyes were wide in shock as they stared into some random drunk girl's. I pushed her back lightly and she stumbled but didn't fall. Next, I took a few leaps before I was out the window, gone from everyone's view.

Why does this always happen, I thought. Some idiot always tries to remove the mask without my consent. The great thing about the mask was that it created this sort of mystery. No one ever knew the true face of the web slinger, meaning I could go unnoticed if I so please. The problem with the mask however was that everyone loves a mystery. And a fair few love being the smart-ass who unravels it, especially disrespectful teens who've had too much to drink.

I sat down on top of the roof, watching the lilac smog spread like a curtain over the distant city. I pondered whether or not I should head back inside, Spider-suit off. But I decided it would be too suspicious if I suddenly appeared, having missed the whole show. It might set the ever-notice-how-Batman-and-Bruce-Wayne-are-never-in-the-same-room effect in motion.

My phone buzzed, Michelle was calling. I thought about answering, out of curiosity, but I didn't know what I would tell her if she were to ask about why I had left so suddenly. Eventually the buzzing stopped and I was left waiting for the leaves to fall.

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* Used with humorous intent.

Authors note: Did you like/dislike something? Please let me know!

4 August 2017

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