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okwritingandpain · 2 years

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The Connors Problem Chapter 1: A two faced problem

“Peter, no!” I snapped, “I’m not taking 5 crazed Loonatics into my house!” Peter fiddled with his fingers.

“Please, Y/N?” He begged. “I took in your cats while you were at the beach a few months ago!”

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s a little different, Parker.”

Peter thought for a moment. “Can you take care of them for one night? I’m going to work on their cures with MJ and Ned and I don’t want them..interfering…”

I rubbed my eyes. I didn’t want to take care of these multiversal villains, but one night couldn’t hurt.

“Alright, I’ll do it.” I said. Peter’s eyes glowed.

“Great, I’ll go get them!” He smiled. He quickly dashed away. I waited by the door worried about what I was going to come in contact with. To be honest I wasn’t wrong as immediately I was confronted by the strangest people.

“Y/N meet Dr Norman Osborn, Dr Otto Octavius, Dr Curtis Connors, Dr Max Dillion, and Flint Marko.” Peter introduced them all one by one.

I stared at them for a long time. Osborn looked like a frail old man, Octavius had four mechanical tentachicals coming out of his back, Connors was a giant lizard, Dillion was a man with the powers of electricity, and Marko was a literal sandman.

“Oh, good job, Peter! You already scared her!” Otto snapped.

“Well, I gotta go! I’ll leave these guys to you!.” Peter dashed off and I stood there stunned.

I shuffled the five in. They all tried to settle somewhere. Otto and Norman sat at the dining room table discussing something. Flint sat on the couch apologizing for causing a sandy mess. Max was messing with my T.V. Connors stood next to me the entire time. He obviously wasn’t comfortable.

“Anyway I can make you more comfortable, Connors?” I asked. My apartment wasn’t the largest. My biggest room was actually my own.

“Is there any space larger than this one?” He asked. We were in the kitchen that connected to the front door. The kitchen overlooked the living room which led to a pair of stairs that went up to the second floor. The second floor contained a bathroom, a spare room, and a closet. The stairs laid on the right side of the T.V. My bedroom lay on the other.

“Come with me.” I said. He followed me to my room. I too had a bathroom connecting to my room and of course a closet. Connors walked in and immediately curled up on the floor to sleep. I let him be and closed the door to my bedroom. I walked back out and Flint eyed me suspiciously. I sat down next to him and tried to make conversation. He didn’t seem interested, he was more worried about his daughter he told me. I asked him about her and saw a small smile spread across his face. No one had taken the time to comfort him since he got here. I listened to him talk about his daughter for over an hour. She sounded like a sweet girl. After a while Otto started getting angry again.

“So, we’re being held here like prisoners?!” He had challenged me. I wasn’t in the mood for his antics as Flint had just started a story about his daughter learning how to ride her bike.

“Octavius, just rest for a little bit. You don’t have to stay with me for long. Heck, Connors is fast asleep in my room right now.” I retorted. Octavius eyed me funny.

“Curt Connors…strange to think how he’s changed from universe to universe…” Octavius looked at Norman.

“Is there a version of him in your universe?” I asked him.

Octavius grinned and said, “Maybe.”

I turned my head back to listen to the rest of Flint’s story. Otto was just being a prick.

* Curt didn’t know where he was. First, he was teaching classes at the university and now he was in the middle of the street. He had recently been helping Peter with some sort of black mysterious goo and he wondered if that somehow caused his strange predicament. Though he found himself confused when he saw that Peter’s identity as the Spiderman was revealed…and the person he saw didn’t look like the Peter he knew. He wondered if anyone noticed he was gone from the university as he didn’t even know where the university was anymore. His research on lizards would sadly have to wait…he was so close to being able to test it on himself…something zipped past his ear.

“You are trespassing in the wrong universe, sir.” A man floated down from the sky.

“Who are you? How did you do that?” Curt was curious. Curious Curt as he had always been called.

“My name is Dr. Strange and you are in the wrong universe. Don’t worry, my good old friend Spiderman will help you out. Not like he left me dangling over the grand canyon.” The man growled. Curt noticed an open portal behind him. The man rambled on. “Wong had to get me out of that heck hole. Took him hours just to find me.” Curt ran past the man towards the portal. Strange chased him. Curt moved out of the way just in time for Strange to fall into the portal. The portal closed out of nowhere.

“Well, I guess I should talk to this Spiderman…” Curt hissed and went to find the location of the web slinger.

* “Is everyone okay with pizza?” I called. Everyone turned to look at me. Connors emerged from my bedroom. Norman starts to laugh and I narrow my eyes at him.

“We are scientists, not messy gaming kids!” Norman laughed.

“You mean gamers.” I corrected him. “How long have you been on the internet Norman?”

“Not enough for you to worry about, honey.” Norman smiled an unsettling smile.

“You know I could go for a pizza.” Connors smirked.

“I don’t see the problem.” Flint shrugged. Max nodded his head and Norman and Otto turned away from me. I brushed it off and ordered the pizza. Not too long after I sat on the floor with Connors as I described a project I was working on in one of my college classes.

“Very fascinating…” he pointed to a mechanical part that was sticking out of the tiny machine engine. “Here. If you rewire this section you can fit this part into the engine.”

“Well, I’ll be darned Connors. Everyone said you were a biologist!” I smiled and worked on the engine.

“Well, I am a man of many talents. I took a little engineering in Highschool.” He grinned.

“Hey, girl!” Max called. I perked my head up and set the engine down.

“What do you need, Max?” I walked over to him.

“What are you doing talking to Connors?” He whispered to me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. I was confused. Out of everyone except Flint, Connors was that least threatening. Why would Max be worried about me talking to him?

“I’ve been sensing things…” Max started. “I got on the internet earlier. I saw an article about an one armed man spotted on private property near the university. Just like Connors…”

I stood there for a moment puzzled. “I’m sure it’s someone else. I mean there aren’t two Con…wait.” I paused. I turned to look at Flint, Otto, and Norman. “Uh, Otto, Norman, Flint! I need you all to tell me all you know about your Dr. Curt Connors.”

Connors looked at me. Otto grinned as if he was going to enjoy this, Norman scowled, and Flint narrowed his eyes. I took a deep breath and prepared for the worst.

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angelofthenight · 2 months

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You: *peeling a banana* May I take your jacket sir

Lizard, right next to you, frantically looking around: Can no one else hear them?!

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lillywillow · 2 years

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A Cure For The Plague

Summary: The survivors of the zombie apocalypse hear of somewhere that may have found a cure.

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 2354

Square Filled: Y3- What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Mad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Horror themes, angst, mentions of character deaths

A/N: Set in the What If… Zombies?! Episode but written slightly differently. Also be prepared for some zombie/ horror related media references.

Ever since the zombie apocalypse began, people frantically searching for a cure. What was left of the Avengers heard about a breakthrough and headed to a facility upstate by the river. Sadly, they lost friends along the way but maybe there was a chance to bring them back if this rumour of a cure was true. The closer they got to their destination, the more it resembled a jungle.

The group of survivors cautiously made their way off the train having to make it into the jungle on foot. Bruce carried Hope as she grew progressively weaker. Okoye’s hands were tight around her spear and Bucky’s finger was on the trigger of his gun ready to shoot at anything that moved, his other hand holding up the shield ready to protect. Peter and Kurt were on edge, flinching at any sound. The air had the stench of decay, stagnant water and something chemical.

“You don’t think there are any giant mutant vampire mosquitos around here that will suck out all our blood, do you?” Peter wondered out loud.

“Not now!” Okoye hissed.

“But…”

“Guys, Hope’s not doing so good. We need to get her inside as soon as possible,” Bruce interrupted.

Before anyone else could speak, a zombie jumped out the water and attacked. Bucky and Okoye were ready to defend but neither got the chance as the zombie was wrapped in vines and dragged to the gaping maw of the biggest Venus fly traps they had ever seen.

“It’s like that thing out of plumber brothers!” Kurt cried.

“What the -”

“Move, Parker!” Bucky ordered.

A hoard of zombies started creeping in. Bucky and Okoye held them off but to their surprise, the vegetation around them started attacking the zombies too, picking them off as fast as they were going down. Someone in a hazmat suit ran out of the building towards the group.

“This way!” she ordered.

They followed the woman to an elevator, all cramming in. The ride down was full of tension.

“Can you help? She’s been infected,” Bruce explained.

“How long ago?” the woman asked.

“About five minutes…”

“Has she died yet?”

“Not yet.”

“There may still be time… We have to hurry.”

Once they had reached the ground floor, she ushered them into the lab.

“Cain! Conners! We got something!”

Two men came running to assist, taking Hope into another room and hooking her up to machines to check her vitals. One of the men tilted her head to the side and filled a syringe with some kind of fluid.

“Let’s try 15ccs…”

The team watched as he injected the fluid into the base of her skull.

“Now all we can do is wait…”

The scientists instructed the team to wait outside as they locked the door and monitored from a distance. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. The EKG beeped with every beat of Hope’s heart… until it went into one continuous beep. Bucky placed a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder as the boy tried not to fall to pieces.

“Give it another minute. If she doesn’t respond, you know what to do,” the woman instructed.

They waited with bated breath when suddenly, the steady beat returned. Hope began to move.

“What… where am I? What happened?” she groggily asked.

The three scientists cheered with the success of their experiment.

“We’ll run observations, you take them to quarantine,” one of the men instructed the woman.

She nodded and headed off.

“Follow me.”

The group followed her to the quarantine station where they were sanitised and had their vitals checked. Once they were given the all clear, they could be reunited with Hope and formally introduced to the people that had saved her life.

“I’m Doctor Y/N L/N, and these are my associates, Doctor Curt Connors and Doctor Dan Cain. We were giving lectures in a nearby university when the virus hit. With my work in botany and plant stem cells, Connors’ work in herpetology and regeneration cells combined with Cain’s work in neurosurgery and neuroscience, we were able to come up with a cure. I also developed the plants out there to protect us…”

The group all introduced themselves to the three doctors who then took them to the rest of the survivors who were mostly students and faculty from the university along with a few others. There Okoye was reunited with King T’Challa and Hope was reunited with Scott, albeit as a disembodied head. The scientists explained their earlier experiments were still in their infancy but they at least had some success.

“I tried to tell them about that movie where the guy brings back the dead but who would believe a talking head? I should get a job in a sideshow,” Scott laughed. “Sorry. I tend to process traumatic events by joking.”

“You know, I could probably regrow that arm of yours,” Connors stated, looking at Bucky’s metal arm.

“I don’t think so,” Bucky replied, tensing up.

“You sure? We’ve made some remarkable progress,” Connors said, wiggling the fingers of his right hand.

“Connors, leave him be. If he’s fine the way he is, then he’s fine. Not everyone needs to have their limbs regrown,” you interjected.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, walking off to talk with Peter.

As it turned out, Connors had given a few talks at Peter’s school.

“Thanks for that,” Bucky softly smiled at you.

“You’re welcome. For the record, I think you look great the way you are,” you smiled back.

“Hey, any chance we can look around this place?” Bruce asked, interrupting your moment.

“Sure. Right this way.”

You showed the newcomers around the base which was built to be a bunker during the cold war era but was never used. There were still tunnels running all over the city which was convenient to avoid the zombies up top. You showed them the gardens, both the vegetable and defensive plant ones and explained to them about the complicated Haber-Bosch system that allowed you to grow plants in such a short amount of time. That was one benefit of having a group of mostly academics. The scientific minds of the newcomers understood but Bucky was a little lost. Then you took them to the site of your greatest failure so far. Contained behind glass was a zombie dressed in a red and black suit. When it saw you coming closer, it pressed itself up against the glass and licked it. Bucky turned his nose up in disgust.

“This was Wade Wilson. We thought his regenerative powers could be the key into creating the cure but instead, they somehow mutated and now we’re stuck with a zombie that can’t and won’t die. We can’t even mulch him like the others…”

“Wait a minute, you have been turning people into plant food?! That is so messed up! You don’t just feed people to plants unless maybe they’re wifebeaters!” Kurt shouted.

Bucky watched as you tensed up.

“You are in no position to judge me; to judge us. I watched some of my closest friends die. Dan had to watch his girlfriend be violently attacked. Curt had his arm torn off. We have had to make decisions that nobody should have to make… the tour ends here,” you calmly stated, trying not to let all your rage boil over.

You were shaking and your eyes shone with unshed tears. You turned and walked away before you let them see you become emotional. Bucky took one last look at the zombie licking the glass before following you.

He found you tending to your arsenal of plants. You gently spoke to them as you sprayed them with a fertilizer.

“What a good little triffid you are. Soon you’ll be big enough to go out and protect us from those nasty zombies. Yes you will,” you cooed.

“Hey,” Bucky gently greeted.

“Oh, hello. Come to judge me like your friend?” you bitterly replied.

“I’m not here to judge you and he’s not really my friend… I just came to see if you wanted some company…”

You shrugged and continued tending to the seedlings.

“For what it’s worth, I do know what it’s like to make those tough decisions. I’ve had to take out some of my really good friends. You want to hold back because this thing has the face of someone you once cared about but you also have to remember, this thing isn’t them anymore and it won’t hold back if it gets you first…”

Bucky thought about Steve and Sam. They didn’t deserve to go the way they did and it certainly wasn’t fair that he was the one who had to face them.

You turned to look at him and saw the honesty and anguish on his face. With a kind smile, you gently placed your hand on his arm.

“Do you want to help me tend the garden? I find it can be very cathartic…” you offered.

“I think I’d like that…”

…

For the next few weeks, Bucky helped you to tend the garden finding he had quite a knack for horticulture while also working with the other survivors to help strengthen the base. He also spent as much time as he could with you, learning everything about you. Bucky could really feel himself falling for you.

With a few recon missions, more survivors were found and brought back and with each successful person brought back, you were one step closer to curing this infernal disease.

Then disaster struck.

It was the middle of the night when there was a huge commotion. Bucky woke up, instinctively grabbing his gun and shield as chaos erupted.

“Wilson’s escaped!”

Bucky ran to the containment unit to confront the zombie Deadpool. Unfortunately, he had bitten a few of the survivors which were fast approaching. Okoye and T’Challa stepped in to fight off the incoming wave, holding them off while Bucky went one on one with Deadpool. Wade was just as skilled at fighting as he was when he was alive, making him a difficult opponent. He snapped at Bucky, his jaws biting down on his metal arm.

“Hey, Wade!” you called.

The zombified merc with the mouth stopped to look at you. You were holding up something that was wet and red.

“Come and get the chimichanga!”

Wade stopped, his mouth curling up to something that resembled a smile.

“Ah… Brains…” he gurgled, running after you.

“Did he just…?”

You ran as fast as you could to avoid getting attacked by Wade and once you reached the glass cage, you threw the thing into it with a wet smack. Wade gleefully pounced on it and once he was in, you locked the door behind him.

“Did you really just happen to have a brain on hand to give to him just in case?” Bucky asked, seeing you had the situation under control.

“Of course not… it was a red dyed cauliflower. He can’t even tell the difference,” you panted.

“You can’t keep him in here anymore. It’s too dangerous now,” Bucky stated.

“I know… But what else can we do? He literally can’t die and we can’t let him loose on the rest of the world. We’ve already tried curing him once but the virus mutates and he becomes a zombie again…”

“Have you tried it with just his head? I mean, you’ve come so far in your research, maybe there’s something to it…”

Bucky’s words made you think. Wade did still seem to have some cognitive recognition and there were a few times he responded to the reagent.

“That… might just work…”

You went with Bucky to tell your co-workers the idea.

…

With Bucky’s help, you were able to lure Wade to the lab with a trail of cauliflowers. You strapped him down and used the same process you did to remove Scott’s head and placed it in a jar, carefully adding the reagent to it. Starting with small doses first, you gradually added a little more each time until finally, he was normal again. Well, normal as he could get.

“Hey, you got any brains to eat? I’m starving!” he laughed. “I’m kidding. Sort of. I won’t let it go to my head though!”

“And now there’s two of them,” Bucky grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, going to tend to your garden again.

Bucky once again followed.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something…”

“Yes?” you hummed, carefully repotting a large sundew.

“What… what is your relationship with those two guys you’ve been working with?”

“My colleagues?”

“Yeah… are you… dating either of them?”

“No. Dan had a girlfriend when this all started happening and is still not over her death and Curt… well, let’s just say he’s not my type…”

“What… what is your type?”

You wiped your hands on your pants legs and walked over to him.

“I like a guy who’s tall… strong… protective… has a gorgeous head of hair…”

“I see…”

“Do you really?” you asked, placing your hands on his chest.

“I… I know this isn’t the most ideal place but… I’d really like to start dating you…”

“I’d like that too, Bucky…”

“Could I… kiss you?” he softly asked.

“Of course…”

As Bucky pressed his lips to yours, you felt the most alive since the apocalypse started.

…

In the days that followed, you and Bucky started dating the best you could given the circumstances. The world was still in a hot mess but as long as you had each other, you felt like you could survive anything. Maybe one day with all the progress you had been making, you could finally be rid of the virus that infected the earth.

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stinkysam · 5 months

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Peter Parker - I wasn't here.

Warning : canon death

Genre : Angst

Synopsis : “Tasm!peter Parker x male reader who’s basically like Superman, basically them being childhood friends and eventually becoming heroes and telling one another but maybe during a patrol they get into a fight and have a falling off. fluff to angst” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You grew up with Peter, he wasn't your only friend but over the years he had been your only constant. The one who stayed despite all odds.

You were here at his parents’ death, giving him your support even though you were barely 6.

Even when you weren't in the same school he would still visit your house after class to do homework with you, even if you didn't have the same ones.

As you developed your powers, you told him about it. Both experiencing what you could do and couldn't. It constantly evolved, gaining new powers over time. He was the only one who knew about it, except your parents who had told you what would happen during your teenage years.

He never repeated it to anyone and you felt thankful. Not even when you began your vigilante activities after a few years.

Fighting villains and helping people whenever you could. Peter envied you, he wanted to do the same. He even was your guy in a chair for a time before gaining his own super powers, but he didn't tell you about them.

You were here again at the death of his uncle, but it's only later he told you about everything. His powers, his tracking of his uncle's murderer, and why he really died.

He explained how he got bitten by a spider in the Oscorp building he sneaked in. And how troublesome it was to get back home, making you laugh loudly as he was retelling the events of how he ripped that poor lady's shirt off.

“It's not funny !”

“It is ! You would've laughed if it had happened to me !”

“I wouldn't !”

“Liar !”

“It was embarrassing ! I looked like a total pervert !” He complained, planting his face in his hands, making you laugh again.

Like he had helped you with yours, you helped him with his powers. Helping him fabricate his suit and go after the guy who killed his uncle, without much success, finding the courage to climb high buildings as well.

Slowly his masked activities broadened, he wasn't looking anymore just for his uncle's murderer, but for anyone the police couldn't help.

And it's naturally you two went on patrol together. He even carried out his first big mission alone ; stopping Curt Connors from turning the whole of New York into giant lizards. Everything turned out fine, if not for the loss of George Stacy's life, Gwen's father.

“You're gonna make enemies. People will get hurt. Sometimes the people closest to you. So I want you to promise me something, okay ? Leave Gwen out of it. Promise me that. You promise me.” Were his last words to Peter, unable to utter a word, nodding only.

So he did as promised, he had broken up with her, or more accurately avoided her completely. He told you about it and you patted his back, telling him he was doing the right thing.

But time passed and they got back together, before breaking up again, and so on.

Everything was going fine until you began to talk about Gwen. His love that he couldn't drop.

You had stated your disagreement with his relationship, believing it was dangerous for Gwen to be around you or Peter as she didn't have powers to protect herself.

“I know you love her man, but you should leave her alone.”

“That's what I'm doing, [Name]. We broke up.”

“Really ? For real this time ? Or for a couple days ?” You didn't mean to sound this harsh, but you got tired of it. Tired to see your friend's guilty feelings eat him alive and make him act irrationally.

He frowned, not liking your insinuation.

“Yeah. For real.”

“Peter, you really should leave her alone, even if she comes to you. You know her father is right.”

“I know ! I don't need you to repeat what I know already ! Don't act like you're my conscience or something.”

“I'm not trying to act like I'm your conscience, but you clearly need me to be it since you keep seeing her. Do you think you're slick ? Stalking her ?”

“What ?” He laughed nervously. " I'm not stalking her !”

“Liar. If I could see it, what if a villain saw it too ? And connected the dots ? Thinking ‘oh Spider-Man likes her so I must kill her to hurt him’.”

“I'm being careful.”

“We're heroes. We're literally in the face of danger, we're not careful. Careful is to run away when in front of it.”

“I'm not alone, there's you, we can protect her with the two of us.” He smiled. Sometimes, he trusted your abilities too much.

“Do you think I have the time to constantly watch one person when there's all of New York to take care of ?”

“When you can't I will !”

“Peter, do you hear yourself ? This is not healthy !”

He took a step back, biting his own tongue.

“I have it under control.”

“You don't. You break up with her because you feel guilty. And when you can ignore her father you date her again. Then you feel guilty once more and you break up, again. This isn't healthy for any of you. How long are you going to keep hurting her ?”

“That's why this is the last time. I broke up with her for good.”

“Yeah ? Once again for how long ? A month ? Two ?”

“Stop it.”

“No ! You're gonna get her killed. Or drop the suit if you want her that much. Spiderman or Gwen ? Pick one, you can't have both !”

He said nothing for a moment, taking in your words.

“You're wrong, I can protect her.” He says quietly, hurt by your words.

You huffed, tired.

“I don't think you can. Why do you think you're the only friend I have now ? Because I know you can protect yourself, the others can't. It's too dangerous. You should know that.”

He remained silent for a moment.

“You should trust your powers more. You're literally a copy of Superman, when I'm just a crawly spider.”

“If you're just a crawly spider, then drop Gwen because you can't protect her forever.”

“But together we can !”

“No. Peter.”

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“But I really broke up with her.”

“And did you stop stalking her ? Are you really trying to move on ? Are you sure you won't go to her once you feel like it's fine ?”

He huffed, growing more annoyed by the second.

“Peter, I know it's hard but if you want her alive, leave her alone. Or drop the suit.”

He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“I can't…”

You sighed.

“Leave New York to me ! If I'm so strong, I can handle it by myself just fine, like before ! And go with her. It's not that hard. Drop the suit.”

He smiled apologetically.

“I can't…”

“Well, you don't have a choice. Pick one or life will make you pick one real quick.” You said, taking a few steps before putting on your mask and flying away.

The next day you went to your usual spot and Peter wasn't here. You called him and immediately your call was rejected. You sighed and abandoned, thinking he was still mad at your words and that it'll get better tomorrow.

But tomorrow was the same, and the days after too. Only hearing about Spider-Man on the news. If he wanted to be petty, you could be petty too, refusing to pay him or aunt May a visit to know how they were doing.

It went like this for months, and you missed him. You wondered if he missed you too.

Your pride was wounded too.

He couldn't drop a girl he's met a couple years ago but dropped you easily, even after all the years together. As if your friendship didn't mean anything against Gwen. You had nothing against her, she's a sweet girl but you were annoyed by the power she had over him.

Then you heard of something you hoped wouldn't happen, something that proved you and her father right, Gwen's death.

Your heart broke for Peter at the news. You tried to call him, to give him your support, but once again, he didn't answer.

You felt bad.

It was obvious he didn't want to hear from you, especially after what you said. He didn't want to hear “I told you so” from you, as if you'd ever tell him that.

Fuck. You regretted what you said. You should've agreed to keep watch on her, as unhealthy and morbid as it was. Maybe you could've helped avoid her death.

Maybe things would've been different with your help. If Spider-Man couldn't keep her alive, maybe you could've helped change that. Or was it too presumptuous to think so ?

God. Fuck. Was this your fault ?

#male reader #m!reader #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #peter parker imagine #the amazing spiderman #the amazing spiderman imagine #the amazing spiderman x male reader #tasm #tasm x male reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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heliads · 10 months

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Andrew!Peter x male reader, Peter and reader being childhood friends and when Peter gets bit by the spider he grows distant with reader and reader starts to see him hanging around gwen more and gets jealous and mad, maybe a fight in the hallway of the school and reader just walking away, maybe fluff or angst whatever your really feeling tbh

ooh i love a chance for angst

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Peter Parker tells you about the spider bite, and that is the last thing of note that he says to you. The silence that follows that one grave pronouncement is deep, lasting, unfathomably painful; it refuses to let you be, even for a second, but the worst thing about it by far was that it came from him, from Peter. Your Peter. Peter, formerly yours, but yours no longer.

Before that, though, there was the friendship, and in between, the one final conversation. You didn’t expect the spider story to be the last thing you shared with Peter, and no doubt he felt the same way, but life has a habit of tearing people apart. It’s always easier to drift than keep in touch, to leave than make the effort of continually seeking each other out. One moment, you had him all to yourself, and then there was nothing at all.

He had come in with the rain that night, crouched and shivering on the threshold of your window after he crawled up your fire escape for the billionth time in your life. You’ve been friends with Peter Parker since the two of you were kids, and had long since reached the point where it was stranger for Peter not to be at your window than it ever was to see him creeping inside your room late at night.

He memorized the pattern of creaking floorboards in your room a long time ago, where to step and which piles of stuff to avoid so as to not alert your parents to his presence. All this you’ve done many times before, both to hear out his troubles and to share your own, but you have never seen him this afraid before. It doesn’t suit him, the panic, the dread. It makes you uneasy, which in turn makes him worse.

You were still awake at that point, only just beginning to ponder the possibility of sleep, so he didn’t have to disturb you. Peter always said he felt bad whenever he woke you up by accident, but not enough to stop coming. Never enough to stop coming, until now.

He sat in the corner of your room for a while, legs pulled up to his chest, sweating and shaking but not saying much. You’d try to ask him what the matter was, but you got the idea that Peter would speak when he was ready, and he certainly wasn’t ready then.

The story came out in bits and pieces. Peter had managed to con his way into an internship at Oscorp in an attempt to find out more about his father. Instead, he’d run into Gwen Stacy, and subsequently Dr. Curt Connors and his experiments. During a secret reconnaissance venture into the Oscorp labs, he’d managed to find one truly terrible experiment: spiders, dozens of them, all collected for one mysterious purpose.

It sounds gross to you, but Peter had apparently been fascinated by the setup. So much so, in fact, that he didn’t notice when one of them bit him. He shows you the bite mark on the back of his neck, which is about as unsettling as one would expect, then tells you more. He’s stronger than he used to be, and by such a massive margin that it’s genuinely alarming. He sticks to things better than glue. He can jump high and withstand force and do a lot of incredible things that no human being should ever be able to do.

All of this he tells you in one great rush, like if he was interrupted once in the process of saying it Peter would never be able to get everything out again. Once he’s done with his story, he leans back and sits there, panting, waiting for your judgment.

You don’t know what reaction he wanted, but you must not have given it to him. It’s the only thing that explains why Peter picked himself up off the floor not much longer after that, leaving your room just as quickly as he entered it. That would be why his presence slackened and dropped off, why you saw him less and less and then not at all. Somehow, you must have disappointed him, and done it enough that he would want no more of you.

It’s not like Peter totally dropped out of society. You were the only one he avoided. You watched from the sidelines as Peter picked fights with Flash, how he started approaching Gwen Stacy with increasing frequency.

He’d told you about Gwen before you know, his little crush. You get it, she’s pretty and smart and very capable, but you were always protected by the fact that she was totally out of his league. Now that Peter is suddenly in top physical shape and doused by a fabulous dose of confidence, though? You’ve seen them on dates, talking by each other’s locker, everything Peter used to dream about.

That leaves you where you are now, cut off from the friend you used to value above all else, unable to do anything but watch him steadily improve in every way without you. After all, this is it. This is Peter’s comeuppance moment, his chance to finally get the life he’s always dreamed of, the girl, the popularity from defeating Flash. This is everything he’s ever wanted, and for once, it does not include you.

So; we have started at the end, we have worked our way back, and now it is time to peer, frightened, at the future. You had Peter and subsequently lost him, the only thing left to do is to learn how to live without him by your side. It is something you thought you wouldn’t have to experience in your entire life. It is the only thing you can count on now.

It makes you angry, even furious. He was your best friend, and he drops you in a flash the second a spider bites him? You could expose him, you think, totally destroy him by just mentioning the fact that he’d been exploring the laboratories at Oscorp when he shouldn’t have. The thought of betraying him like that makes your stomach turn with shame, but also deepens your rage. Peter knows that you could turn him in, and it still wasn’t a good enough reason to stay with you. What a friend indeed.

It comes to a head soon enough. You and Peter are walking down a hallway, starting from opposite sides. You should have just passed by without a single word, but he stumbles and brushes shoulders with you. It was probably an accident, but to you, it was the icing on the cake for Peter’s terrible behavior.

You might not have handled it as you should. You might have muttered a few choice swears under your breath just loud enough that he would hear you, and Peter did. He stopped walking abruptly, face twisting in indignation.

“Well, excuse me,” he says, syllables dripping with irritation.

You stop too, turning around to face him. The anger swooping through your veins makes your entire body hum with satisfaction; this is the fight you’ve wanted for a very long time, a chance to rehash all your grievances now that he’s forced to acknowledge you again.

“Oh, my bad,” you say, “I didn’t think you were aware of what I was saying or doing anymore. My mistake.”

Surprise flashes across Peter’s face, and is replaced with annoyance just as quickly. “Jeez, Y/N, it’s not a big deal. We barely knocked into each other, it’s not like you died or something.”

You scoff. “That’s probably for your own good. I doubt you’d even show up to the funeral.”

Hurt replaces anger in Peter’s eyes. “What are you talking about?”

God, he’s so full of it. Doesn’t know what you’re talking about. He probably doesn’t even think he’s done anything wrong. “I’m talking about the fact that you’ve been avoiding me for weeks now. What, figured you’d dump me the second you could upgrade? Tell Gwen she can keep you, I don’t want to be associated with someone like you anymore.”

Peter starts asking you what you mean by ‘someone like him,’ but you’ve already turned back around and have continued on your path down the hall, footsteps loud and indignant. Peter is soon swallowed up by the crowd of students still trying to get to class, and you’re able to storm away like you’ve won that little argument.

Have you, though? You were hoping for a fight ever since he started dropping you. You were certain that a chance to yell at him and tell him he was wrong would be just what you’ve been wanting all along, but instead of victorious, all you feel is sick and weak. Every verbal blow hurt you just as much as it hurt Peter.

It doesn’t feel good, to be honest. You feel restless the rest of the day, shifting in your seat and unable to concentrate. You hurry home the second the bell rings, and the next day, and the next. You are unhappy, missing every day that you’d had Peter’s friendship, that you hadn’t even thought that you could lose it.

Maybe that’s why you stop being as careful as you usually are. Maybe that’s why you end up walking through the city late at night when you always know better, why you don’t notice the men following you until it’s too late, until two of them are holding up guns to your head and telling you to give them everything.

You freeze, which is stupid, of course, but it doesn’t even occur to you that something like this could possibly happen. They shout at you to get moving, which breaks you from your trance and you start rifling through your pockets for your phone and wallet.

The increase in volume also attracts attention, as it turns out. Before you can hand over a single dollar, someone swoops in from above, knocking out the robbers in a matter of seconds. He turns to you, and when the moon shines on his mask from above you realize you recognize the suit after all. This is Spider-Man, New York’s favorite vigilante.

You’re not so distracted by meeting a superhero in the flesh that you don’t miss his sharp intake of breath. He should have no idea who you are, but– he stops in his tracks anyway, stumbles over his words, asks you frankly what you’re doing out here in a way utterly uncommon to the usually smooth Spider-guy.

Instead of making you pleased that someone’s finally looking out for you, though, you just feel a rush of annoyance. Everyone seems fit to decide what you should and shouldn’t do, don’t they?

You fold your arms over your chest. “Yeah, I know I shouldn’t have been out here. My bad for almost getting robbed.”

Spider-Man raises his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, hey. I’m not trying to victim-blame. Just trying to watch out for you, alright?” A pause, then, “Are you alright, though? Outside of the robbery?”

You should shake your head, plaster on a smile, tell him otherwise. It’s what he expects, what he wants so he can swing away, job well done, and go save someone else.

You crack. God, it feels like it’s been so long since someone actually cared, that even though this guy has no idea who you are and he doesn’t care, not really, even the illusion of it is enough for you to answer him honestly.

“No,” you force out, “I’m miserable. My best friend abandoned me without a care. Nothing makes sense.”

You swear you can sense Spider-Man’s eyes widening behind his suit. “What? No, he wouldn’t have abandoned you. You’re a good person, he wouldn’t do that, Y/N, I wouldn’t– he wouldn’t–”

Your blood runs cold the second you catch his mistake, and you cut off his rambles mid sentence. “How do you know who I am? I never told you my name.”

Spider-Man stumbles backwards slightly, even though you never pushed him. “I– you told me. You did.”

“No,” you insist, “I didn’t. You knew it. You know who I am.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to think about why something about Spider-Man’s voice sounds familiar, and then– “Shit, Peter?”

If Peter had been fidgeting before, moving around slightly to alternate his weight from foot to foot, he goes absolutely stock still now. That’s how you know you’re right. You press a hand to your mouth as if you can force the words back into your throat. “What the hell are you doing, Peter?”

Silence. Then: “I was saving you.”

You laugh, low in your throat. “What, so you can ignore me in school tomorrow? Great job, I feel very saved indeed.”

You try to push past him, but Peter blocks your path, pulling off his mask in one jerky movement so you’re forced to stare at him. Him, his blown pupils, his mouth forming your name in helpless loops of syllables until it doesn’t sound your name at all but meaningless noise.

“I didn’t want to,” he says quietly, “I didn’t want to leave you, but the things I do– you would have gotten hurt, Y/N, and it would have been my fault, and–”

You’re not willing to let go of your anger quite yet. “You should have told me, then. I would have watched out for both of us.”

“I tried to tell you,” Peter says desperately, “I came to your room the night after I was bit, remember? I told you everything.”

It isn’t enough. Probably never will be. “You could have trusted me enough to keep me around,” you breathe, “You didn’t have to use the bite as an excuse to leave me.”

“It wasn’t an excuse,” he pleads, but you’re not listening anymore.

It may not have been at the start, but it’s how he used it anyway. To leave you. To get Gwen. To get everything he wanted at the cost of your friendship. “I deserve more than this,” you say.

“I know,” he says, “I know.”

He doesn’t. If he did, he never would have left. Peter might still be whispering those same nothings and empty promises even now, hours later. You wouldn’t know; you left him standing there, the wind tearing at his hair. He didn’t try to stop you, and you didn’t try to stay. Maybe he’s lying awake now just like you are, running your brain on endless courses of what could have been and what might still be.

Instead, you’ll be the one avoiding eye contact in the halls, and he’ll be the one driving himself insane to figure out why. You know the truth at last, and the whole affair is finally out of your hands. It does not make you happy to remember all the times you’d been closer than brothers, how you have nothing left anymore, how Gwen has replaced you in every sense than a person can be replaced. It’s okay, though. The unhappy ones stay alive. You’ll be alright. You have to be.

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injured ( miguel o'hara )

Miguel O’Hara x SpiderPerson!Reader

summary - when he gets hurt

a/n - there is no use of y/n in this oneshot, reader is gender neutral as far as i'm aware but please let me know if there is any gendered pronouns in this. my spanish is weak as i wasn't raised to speak it due to multiple reasons but can understand some.

word count - 1,678

It was supposed to be an easy mission, catch the anomaly and go home. But when is it ever easy, really? You had received an alert on the watch from LYLA to meet Miguel in his office for a debriefing of the mission, an easy in-and-out type of mission. It didn’t turn out that way, not by a long shot.

The anomaly was a rogue Curt Connors, known as the Lizard, he was never supposed to be as powerful as he was but variants are unpredictable and both of you should’ve seen it coming. Curt Connors had breached E-928 sometime after midnight, he had hidden himself in an abandoned building that still had some construction necessities left over. Miguel had taken the lead in the fight against Connors while you followed shortly behind him.

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You and Miguel work fluidly together, like notes of a symphony, switching sides to sling webbing over the larger-than-average Lizard as he slashed his sharp talons at the two of you violently and hissed wildly. Miguel takes the lead and wraps his neon scarlet webbing around the Lizard’s arms and shoulders, he planted his feet firmly on the concrete floor below his towering frame and dug his heels in as he tugged on the webbing harshly. You quickly wrap your own set of webbing around the Lizard to do the same as Miguel to hold the humanoid reptile still, just as you planted your feet a tale violently whips out and slams into your side which sends you flying across the open room your in.

You cry out harshly as the hit knocks the air from your lungs and your body slams against the harsh material of the concrete floor, landing in a heap as you attempt to catch your breath. You slowly push yourself onto your hands and knees as you heave, your lungs suck in as much air as they’re capable as the sounds of fighting continue in the background of your ringing ears. You lift your head up and watch as Miguel is thrown into a pile of construction material, your ears catch his cry of pain and your senses are pushed into high alert.

“Miguel!”, Your voice carries across the empty space with desperation filling your tone, you see the Lizard launch himself onto Miguel’s downed figure as you sprint forward. You throw yourself onto the Lizard’s back from behind just as he claws into Miguel’s chest, your arms reaching forward to wrap around the giant reptile’s broad neck. You hold your hands out and shoot webs towards his wrists quickly and yank them harshly backward to web them against his scaly chest. Miguel remains on the ground which sends a spike through your body at the prospect that he’s injured enough to stay down, you shake the thought from your mind to concentrate on taking down the Lizard who had begun to wildly thrash around in your grip.

You see a faint orange light coming from behind you and the sound of a portal opening, a motorcycle revs loudly as it emerges from the glowing dimensional portal. You glance out of the corner of your eye to see Jessica Drew landing a few feet away on the seat of her motorcycle, the engine roaring as the sound cuts through the nighttime air. A red net-like material is sent flying through the air from Jessica so you quickly jump away from the green reptilian quickly as the red net attaches to him and traps him within it. Your attention is brought back over to Miguel’s barely moving form, you feel a sharp pang in your chest as your body lurches forward as you sprint towards him.

“Miguel!”, You shout out as you fall to your knees beside him, you can see blood had started to puddle beside his body and see the sharp end of a large section of rebar through his side just below his ribcage along with the gashes across his chest from the set of claws that had slashed at him. Your hands press around the wound carefully and hear a whine come from the man before you, you quickly shush him softly as you think of how to get him transported back to HQ. Miguel’s hands envelop your own as your fingertips prod around the wounds on his side, his stubbornness seems to cloud his mind as he pushes your hands away and forces himself to lift off of the rebar that was attached to the concrete floor despite your hurried protests. Your hands reach out to wrap around his waist carefully but ready to hold him up in case he fell, he forces himself to stay on his feet but is only able to walk forward a few steps before falling to one knee. You quickly grab his arm and wrap it around your shoulders as you tell him reassuring whispers, your heart squeezes in your chest painfully as you worry over him.

Your hand presses firmly onto the deep wound the rebar had created as you support most of his weight due to your spider physiology, you open up a new portal directly into the med bay and lead him into it. As soon as his feet touch the smooth tile of the spider med bay, he collapses onto his front and pulls you down with him although you’re able to catch yourself with your hands. Your hands make quick work of turning him over onto his back and pressing into the wound as the shock from the med team wore off and they charged forward to assist. You’re gently shoved away from Miguel and watch as they lift him onto a gurney to wheel him into the back area where they could treat his wounds.

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Your hand clutches his as you sit at Miguel’s bedside, they had to remove some debris from his side leftover from the rebar and clean up the deep gashes on his chest. Your eyes stare into the side of his peaceful face as he remained asleep, you knew his wounds shouldn’t take too long to heal but you couldn’t help but worry. You loved him but couldn’t find the courage to tell him just yet, this incident had scared you deeply and you had decided that you should tell him soon. You begged in your mind for him to open up those reddish brown eyes you love so much, you hated to see him this way as it was rare for Miguel to get hurt while on a mission due to him always being so careful. You had refused to leave his side since he was placed in his current room, your suit was still covered in blood as well as your hands although the thick red substance had long dried.

You had just laid your head down against the bed near his hand and your eyelids had just begun to close when you heard a soft groan come from above you, your head instantly snapped up to look at the hulk of a man whose eyes had begun to flutter open from his unconsciousness state. His name falls off your tongue in a whisper as shock fills your senses, you hadn’t expected him to wake up so soon and thought he would’ve slept long into the next day maybe two. Your hands shake as they clutch his, waiting for his senses to stabilize and for him to look at you. When his eyes finally meet yours, tears gather in your own e/c eyes when you fully realize he is awake and you weren’t just imagining it.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”, You manage to ask through your relieved tears, you quickly reach up and wipe your cheek with your wrist. Miguel stares at your hands for a moment and a grimace appears on his lips, his eyes flick back to yours swiftly,

“I’m fine.”, Miguel spoke, an obvious lie due to his stubborn nature. You sigh softly as you look down at your joined hands,

“You don’t have to lie to me, Mig.”, You mumble softly, loud enough for him to hear you but low enough so the medics can’t hear your conversation. You look back up at him and see an emotion that you’re unable to read in his eyes, you don’t know whether to be concerned or scared. You aren’t given the chance to respond as Miguel tugs on your hand and you stumble into his chest with a soft ‘oof’ escaping from your mouth, you feel his hands grip onto you tightly as he presses you into his mostly healed chest. You relax after a moment and press your face into the crook of his neck as you inhale softly, his scent relaxing your senses slowly as you remain in this embrace. After several silent moments, you pull away from him slowly but only just far enough to look at his face.

Your hand reaches up and her palm presses against his cheek softly, your thumb caressing over his cheekbone slowly, “I thought I lost you, Mig, don’t do that again.”, You whisper halfheartedly to him, you watch as his lips form a half smile at your words.

“I’ll try harder next time, cariño.”, Miguel whispers, there’s a passing moment as your eyes meet in an intense gaze. There’s a soft message that gets passed between you before there is a pair of soft lips brushing against your own, your mind freezes instantly as thoughts race through your mind and as you feel him pull away, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck and pull him closer. Your lips move slowly together and harmoniously, your emotions spilling into this moment all at once and expressing themselves with each movement of your lips. After a moment, you pull away to pull air into your lungs but press your forehead against his gently, your hand moves from his neck to his cheek instead. This moment burns itself in your mind where it’ll stay for as long as you live and breathe.

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed this oneshot

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parkerpeter24 · 2 years

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could u write a tasm!peter fic where like, during that talk with peter 2 in nwh where he tells him to not give up bc him and mj made it work and all he remember this girl he’s been crushing on, which is the reader obviously, and after he comes back he makes a move and its super cute cos he’s shy and nervous and all that yk what i mean like anyway mwah bye love ya

i tried girls. also, sorry for the late reply <3 i just thought i’d make this a part of the nwh blurbs since i haven’t written any more 😭

painting : tasm!peter x reader

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you thought another day in new york would be like the usual, boring and exhaustive, like it always was. however, you were proven wrong when a bus came hurtling towards you as a consequence of a fight between the city’s beloved spider-man and the lizard.

your feet were frozen to the ground, unable to move however hard you tried, as you watched the huge metal being thrown at you. your arms flew in front, bracing yourself for impact.

but it never came.

in that moment you’d thought that you died. but as you opened your eyes, all you could see was a blue and red coloured suit that was holding a man inside of it. a spider-man, to be specific.

“go, go, move out of the way!” he yelled towards you even though his attention was undivided towards the mass of citizens evacuating the area and the giant green reptile, who was now being referred to as doctor curt connors, one of the most brilliant scientists working at oscorp, by j jonah jameson.

you rushed away from the scene, finding a spot to hide and watched from a distance as spider-man took down the lizard.

a wave of applause and cheers were heard from the citizens who were yet again saved by the friendly neighborhood superhero.

that was the first time you saw spider-man.

the second time you saw him was, however, more awkward than dangerous.

peter was already late for dinner and he was sure he would be hearing an earful from may so he just stopped at the grocery store to get her favorite yogurt for dessert. he jogged inside the store as soon as he landed on the pavement after his patrol, still in his blue and red suit but to his advantage, the place was not too crowded.

“can i get two strawberry yogurts?” he asked the owner of the shop.

the middle aged man pulled out two yogurts from the refrigerator nearby and placed it on the counter, eyeing the random stranger in a spider-man costume wearily, “five dollars.” he mumbled.

as peter searched for his wallet in the hidden pockets of his suit, he found his heart drop, just like his wallet probably had earlier in the day while he was busy fighting the green reptile.

“i-i don’t have any money on me.” peter replied sheepishly, waiting for the older man to reply.

and the reply was as he’d expected, “sorry, man, no money, no yogurt.” the deli’s owner was obviously thinking that peter was some rando in a costume while he was too nice to play the but-i-save-the-city-every-night card.

“alright.” peter pursed his lips even though he was aware the elder couldn’t see it. he noticed that his phone had also taken some of the beating from before.

what he failed to notice, however, was that a girl– you– standing a few feet away from him has heard this conversation.

you walked to the counter just as spider-man turned around to leave, “excuse me? i’d like to buy those two yogurts.” and you placed a five dollar bill on the counter.

peter didn’t think much of it at all as he walked out the door. everyone had their share of luck and he guessed today just wasn’t his day. he’d have to profusely apologise to may for being extremely late and not bringing her anything except for a busted lip which he got when he “walked into a wall.”

just as the teenager held out his hand to swing away to reach a bit earlier for dinner at his aunt’s, he heard a call of his name, well, his alter ego’s name.

“spider-man!” you called out, running towards him. the superhero turned around and watched you get closer until you were two steps away from him, panting heavily, “h-hey! i got something that belongs to you.”

spider-man didn’t say anything for a hot second, making you pull out the two cups of may’s favorite yogurt from a little compartment of your backpack.

“for me?” peter asked you.

“yeah, you wanted it and i saw you didn’t have any money so i thought i’d get it for you.” you smiled sweetly at him and peter’s heart swelled with gratefulness.

nonetheless, he started to politely deny, “oh, i couldn’t possibly-” only to be cut off mid sentence.

“it’s the least i can do after you saved my life.” you handed him the cups, “i’ll see you around i guess..”

you didn’t wish for the conversation to end so soon but there wasn’t really anything left to say as you found yourself taking a step back.

“i hope so too.” peter mumbled before clearing his throat. he was just grateful for the sweet gesture and that was the only reason his heart was fluttering inside his chest, there couldn’t have been another reason. he shook the thoughts out of his head, “thanks a lot. you’re my hero!” peter complimented, making you laugh before he swung away.

god how he wished he could stay there and hear you laugh again.

after that day, peter really tried to control the urge to find you but failed miserably. all he wanted was to get to know you, hence he visited the two places he’d seen you that day frequently, just to get a glimpse of you again. and when he did, he was beyond happy. now all he had to do was approach you and ask you to be his friend.

he wasn’t quite sure how.

he landed at the deli after finding it to be not one of those days when he was confident behind his mask and ended up going inside to get a sandwich. the brunette was pretty sure the store was his new favorite place for food.

he went in again and there was the owner, eyeing him weirdly once more. he chuckled nervously, “can i get a cheese sandwich?”

“you got the money?” the owner asked and peter pulled out his wallet this time to show the guy before he went in to heat up his sandwich.

“here for yogurt again?” peter’s head snapped around at your voice so suddenly that his wallet fell out of his hands. “oh, sorry i didn’t mean to startle you.” you bent down and picked it up for him, your gaze falling to a picture of an old couple. you averted your eyes and closed the wallet before you could take a good look, “s-sorry i didn’t mean to pry.”

he took his the brown wallet from your hands quickly, “it’s alright, as long as you didn’t look.”

“i didn’t.” you assured peter with a little smile, “so… what are you doing here?”

waiting for you. “i’m just getting a sandwich. you?”

“milkshake.”

peter had finally got an opportunity. he found a conversation starter. he also found that you visited the deli frequently since it was the closest to your apartment building. since that day on, peter shared his stories with you. he told you about his patrol, sometimes– very rarely– about his personal life, until one day he decided that he could no longer keep his identity from you, finally summed up the courage and told you who spider-man really was.

he was the most beautiful boy– inside and out– you’d ever known in your entire life.

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“you have someone?” peter, the other peter, asked the question as he found the brunette watching peter– the one who belonged to this universe– and mj; who also belonged to this universe.

the first thought that popped into peter’s head was that it would be a large exaggeration to say that he *had* you. he did have you, but all you wanted was to be friends with him, or so he thought. if not, you probably would have said something. peter didn’t think he could be more obvious with the fact that he had fallen utterly in love with you.

“well, there’s this girl… but, i-it’s complicated.”

“it’s always complicated with us.” the peter who was preparing a cure for the green goblin said.

“sure is. i got no time for peter parker stuff anyway.” he shrugged.

“she know it’s you?” the older peter asked.

“yeah, yeah she does. i told her. but i don’t think she’d like me back” peter chuckled as he got closer to the cure for connor.

he remembered the day he saved you from the lizard and he remembered he’d been working on the cure since then. finding connor’s cure would make one threat less for new york city, but a big part of peter was concerned to assure your safety first. peter also remembered the night he suddenly ended up in this different new york.

it didn’t look much different, but he could feel it.

the friendly neighborhood spider-man was no longer in his neighbourhood. he was supposed to make it to dinner at yours this time. peter wondered how he always ended up tangled in some weird situation instead of making it to a peaceful dinner and a night with movies.

“well, i wouldn’t give up.” the other peter smiled, making him smile back.

the multiverse was real. and if his universe has introduced you to him, then he’d better do something something to prove to it that he was worth having you.

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fortunately, it had been less than 24 hours before he was back to his universe. he looked at his phone and found thirty seven missed calls and twenty texts from you, twenty nine missed calls from may and texts from gwen and harry asking for his whereabouts. he rushed to get to your apartment quickly.

it had been almost an year since peter knew you, but his heart rate doubled just as he reached your window. he found you in your usual spot, at your study desk, reading a book you had talked to him about a few days earlier and how you were ecstatic that you finally bought it.

you looked back at the source of the sound, not surprised at all, before turning your head back to your book. peter knew you’d be upset but he found the window open, making his heart ease a little. he slid it open and climbed inside your room, “y/n?” his voice was soft– unrestrained of the mask– making it hard for you to focus on your book, “hey.” he took a few steps towards you.

you turned around in your seat and peter prepared himself for a long lecture as he fiddled with his mask in his hands, but all you did was get up off your chair and walk out the door.

the brunette followed you like a lost pup, beyond confused as you didn’t utter a word. he followed you to the kitchen where bowls of uneaten snacks were kept. peter felt guilt fill him up from head to toe, “y/n, i’m really sorry.”

“i thought you were seriously hurt.” your voice was so calm, it sent shivers down peter’s spine.

“i’m sorry, i can really explain this time, i-it was so weird, i got sucked into the multiverse and-”

“the multiverse? that’s real?”

“y-yeah, and it’s crazy! i found two mes, well, they were different but kinda like me.” peter explained, waving his hands around in the air. you listened intently now, “you remember the lizard?” you nodded your head, “he was there, and there were a bunch of other villains, and i helped cure them.”

“you did?”

“yeah and i-i got something to tell you.” he muttered.

“i’m still very pissed at you for not showing up last night but do go on.” you watched his cheeks turn pink.

“i’m going to make it up to you. when i-i was stuck in that other universe, i had a talk with the other peter and i, well h-he told me about his mj, and i realised how you, are my mj.” he shook his head, “n-no. my y/n.”

“what?”

“what i’m trying to say is that-”

“i like you too, peter.”

peter’s head snapped up to look into your eyes, “you do?”

“you really thought you could hide that from me?” you chuckled, making him smile.

“wow.” peter let out a breath of relief, “i thought this would be harder than this!”

“just shut up and kiss me.”

and then his lips were on yours.

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writers-requiem · 6 months

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"Cold blooded lover" The Lizard (1994) X GN! Reader headcannons

Just so we're clear: he isn't a dumb brute. Obviously.

Nor is he actually evil by nature.

Yes he did try to turn New York into a city of lizard people, but he wasn't thinking straight.

Canonically he's married to Margaret Connors, but here you replace her role.

See, Curt and the Lizard are two separate people. Curt is an honest genuinely good man but the Lizard is all about taking the good Curt wants to do and twisting it.

But this is about the Lizard, not Curt. (Sorry)

The Lizard likes to wrap you in the coils of his tail and give gentle squeezes.

He has some screws loose, but he's trying to change that.

He'll occasionally flex his enhanced strength by literally bench pressing you or a friggin boulder. Man is strong AF.

He also likes to play games like hide and seek, obviously loving to play seeker since he's really good about stealth and can really raise cortisol levels, making it easier to find his prey.

He jokingly says he's gonna turn you into a lizard person too and when he does, you bash his chest for even thinking it was funny. But he still got a rise out of you.

If he's tired, he'll just plop on the couch or bed while you're in it and refuse to move until you scratch him for at least half an hour. This reptile is NEEDY.

If you go in for a kiss, he'll pause. He's thinking about how to best approach it. You have a normal mouth and he has a full on muzzle for a mouth.

Where Curt is a chivalrous gentleman, the Lizard is more of an overly menacing flirtatious yet still insanely intelligent hunk.

You're the short one in this relationship. He's 6'8" and you're an average 5'7" sorry.

But even with all that, he still has one thing in common with Curt. They both have hearts of gold underneath their exteriors.

Once you came home later than usual and of course he noticed. With his heightened sense of smell he could tell you tried to get rid of some blood. And he wanted names, descriptions and addresses. Man wanted blood.

Would be the type to carry you bridal style or give you a piggyback ride.

Surprisingly good with kids. At first Billy was scared, for good reason, but over time the Lizard proved he could be a capable and dare I say, normal father.

If he plops himself on your lap and you are about to go do something, he will not let you leave until he gets his head scratches and gives you your daily kiss.

Thank you guys for reading this short yet sweet batch of headcannons for one of my favorite Spidey villains. Personally though, I just feel more attached to the look he has in the 90's animated series, so that's why I did that version of the Lizard. If you guys wanna see more of these fluff -ish headcannons for the big brained reptile, let me know. Asks are open.

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mgparker · 2 years

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fortuitous chaos | i

[tasm!peter parker x reader]

based on loki! and the amazing spider-man!

summary: you and peter parker were never supposed to meet in 2012. but when he feels a tingle he can’t ignore, peter stumbles his way into your lab. with his help, you make a scientific discovery you were never meant to— and the tva is quick to step in.

warnings: part one, loki themes, TVA, tasm x loki universe, f!reader, plotholes for sure, slight nwh spoilers if you squint, present tense, unedited, AU

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a/n: this is gonna be a bumpy road :,)

“This doesn’t seem right.”

You sigh in irritation, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe the outburst that was seconds from releasing. Your hands grip your lab counter tightly.

“Why don’t you just mind your business and go on with your life?” You hiss at the stranger hovering over your project. To say it’s your life’s work is an understatement. It was honestly everything you’d ever dreamed of, something you worked on day in and night out for most of your life… until now.

Finally, your device is nearly ready.

It’s a creation of your own, partly inspired by your brilliant scientist mother who always believed in the existence of a multiverse, that would allow you to possibly break through the barriers of time and space into what you hope could be another dimension… universe… something.

And thankfully, all the tools you needed were right here in your mother’s workplace, Oscorp. She graciously granted you full access to her department’s supplies and you were finally able to put use to the hundreds of complex equations and formulas you’d brainstormed throughout your youth.

Science and mathematics is something that comes easy to you, a family trait you suppose, so the notion that you could’ve possibly found a way to break into the multiverse wasn’t all too shocking.

But now you’re currently dealing with this; a stranger who happened to stumble into your lab and was now pestering you about your project.

“Uh—I—I can’t,” the handsome brunette stumbles, shutting the door behind him softly. “For the greater good of the public, I’ve got to make sure that what you’re doing isn’t dangerous.”

You spare him a glance. “Who are you? God?”

“No,” the boy says. “Just a concerned citizen.”

“A concerned citizen doesn’t take responsibility for the public,” you say absentmindedly. Your attention is focused on solving the very last part of your formula. With it, you could finally have a functioning cross-dimensional device.

You run the equations through your head quickly, but you come up blank. Again. “And you’re acting as if I’m building a doomsday machine which I can assure you, I’m not.”

All you want is this stranger to leave you alone. This annoying handsome stranger who somehow managed to get under your skin in the first twenty seconds you’ve known him.

The stranger, Peter, gives you a weary look. He doesn’t trust this at all…

It hadn’t been his intention to stumble into your lab. Peter Parker was actually looking for Dr. Curt Connors, seeking a distraction for his overwhelming grief over his uncle’s death. It was the first time in a while that he’d gone out to spend time with anyone—avoiding his friends from school and especially Gwen Stacy who had been endlessly trying to contact him for the past week.

His initial distraction was creating a suit for his Spider-Man persona but now that he had successfully designed one, he was left with nothing else to do. So, he decided to visit Oscorp. It was here that he walked past your lab, an exigent tingle alerting him of something unusual. Something oddly strange. It wasn’t his attention to stray off the path to Dr. Connors’ office, but something magnetic was pulling him to your figure.

(Little did both of you know, Peter was never meant to meet you that day. He was never meant to walk into your lab and give you the answer you’d been desperately searching for for years. No, no. He was meant to continue on his path and find Connors’ office empty. Then he was to go home and finally accept a dinner invite from Gwen Stacy… but in this story, none of that ever happens…)

And now here he is… staring at your irritated expression with one of suspicion. His Spidey sense was going haywire, and he can’t determine if it’s from danger or something else.

The suit clings tightly to his body like second skin. He’s made aware of it as you give him a scrutinizing look. Peter shifts his collar uncertainly, hoping you hadn’t caught a glance at the material.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kindly walk yourself out?” You weren’t a rude person, but this guy seems to have caught you in one of your worst moods.

At your words, Peter snaps into action, walking closer to your station. “If you’d just tell me what you’re doing…”

“Hey! You can’t just—”

“You’re working on… a formula? For what? This looks like some pretty complicated stuff.” You snatch your notes straight out his hand, glaring a hole into his head. If looks could kill…

You sneer. “You’ve got some nerve.”

“Just tell me what you’re doing, and I’ll leave you alone,” Peter shrugs. He leans against the counter casually.

It infuriates you. “Do I need to call security? Who even are you?”

“Peter.” You raise your eyebrows at his unhelpful response. “Parker,” he continues after a beat. “My name is Peter Parker and I’m here under the clearance of Doctor Curtis Connors. You must know him.”

The slight smugness in his tone irks you, but you nod regardless. You were careful not to let it show on your face, but you were impressed. This Peter Parker must be an intelligent guy if he’s a guest of Connors. Usually, the scientist never bothers with aspiring students. And if your guess is correct, Peter appears to be around the same age as you.

Your silence urges Peter to bring his attention back to the unfinished formula you clutched in your hand.

“What’s all this for?”

“Why should I tell you?” You bite back.

Peter winces. “I think I know what you might be missing but I need to know a little more information first.

You’re dumbfounded, staring at the boy in shock. “You know what I’m missing?” you repeat under your breath in wonder. Glancing at the elusive formula in your hand, you try to weigh the risks and benefits of telling this stranger, Peter, your lifelong mission. It takes a minute of pondering but you decide to give the guy a shot. What’s the worst that could happen? He thinks you’re crazy for even believing there’s another universe out there and then he walks out and continues living his own separate life?

You could live with that.

“It’s a formula for a cross-dimensional device,” you explain quickly. “All I need is this equation, and I might have a key to the multiverse.”

It’s painfully silent for a moment. You tense up, ready for Peter to laugh in your face before—

“Are you serious? That’s insane!” Peter is relieved, excitement instantly overtaking any worry he had. The multiverse? Now this is a distraction Peter can get behind. This is exactly what he needs.

Your former irritation with him starts to melt away slowly, giving to the excited fluttering that starts in your stomach. He actually… respects your vision?

“Isn’t it?” You grin, placing the paper down against the counter next to him. You allow him to actually scan your paper with eagerness now.

“I’m not sure if it’ll work but I think this might be the final part.” Peter grabs a pen from behind his ear and scribbles a few numbers into the existing code. It leaves you speechless; everything clicks into place, and you suddenly want to smack yourself for not realizing it sooner.

“You’re—you’re kidding.” This might just be it. This stranger—this beautiful, beautiful stranger—who stumbled into your lab by chance might’ve actually given you everything you’ve ever hoped for and dreamed. “You’re a genius,” you breathed.

“Not a genius,” he denies, placing the pen on the counter gently. “Just happen to be very good at physics… among other things.”

You waste no time in entering the formula into your computer, crossing the room in large strides, and punching the keyboard aggressively. Your fingers are moving so fast you can hardly keep up but then you’ve finally got the complete code entered.

Like magic, the device roars to life, powering on until it’s miraculously materializing a rip in the fabric of time and matter. It’s unworldly and strange looking, shocking both you and Peter into pin drop silence…

It’s a portal; well, it looks like a portal. It’s glowing blue and blinding white, rippling along its edges like static on an old television. The other side looks like an abyss of darkness with no end or beginning. It’s unsettling but it’s something.

Your eyes snap over to Peter, who’s frozen in his spot at the counter. His eyes are already looking in your direction, meeting your thrilled gaze with uncertainty.

Honestly, the same uncertainty is coursing through you as well, screaming to stay far away from the portal. But you’d worked too hard for you to never find out what the other side might bring. So, you take a tentative step toward the unknown.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Peter says in alarm, stepping in your direction quickly.

His concern surprises you. “It’s done. I—we did it. Well, I did most of it but that’s not the point I guess—"

“No, I mean, are you actually going through that?” The boy glances between you and the impossible portal.

You knit your eyebrows in confusion. “Yes?”

“It looks like a black hole.”

“Well, I’m not just going to stand here and stare at it.” A part of you appreciates Peter’s concern, considering the fact that he’s only known you for all of five minutes.

Peter taps his foot nervously. There’s a prickling sensation at the back of his neck, like the feeling of someone’s eyes watching. He scans the area quickly, looking through the glass walls but finding no one on the floor.

That’s weird. Sure, it’s really early on a Sunday morning but surely there was more people working when he first walked into the building? Where did everyone go?

Rattled, Peter whips his body around to face you but suddenly he’s staring at an empty room. The portal is still open, crackling softly but there is no you to be found. It could only mean one thing… you’d crossed through the portal.

He dragged his feet over to the anomaly, peering into the wide expanse. Hesitation lingers in his mind before he dares to take a step into the threshold. Instantly, there’s an uncomfortable feeling—like his body is being dragged in two directions—and he has no choice but to complete the crossover, fearing that he’d be ripped in two if he hesitates any longer.

He barely has time to process the change in pressure before he’s suddenly… standing in an office building?

It’s like nothing has changed at all, other than his surroundings melting away into a different setting. The glass walls are no longer there and the floor is an open layout, littered with desks and chairs and… people sitting at those desks and chairs.

It’s the same building but Oscorp has vanished from existence.

Peter stands like a deer in headlights, flicking his gaze from person to person until he finds some familiarity in the strange universe he’d found himself in. It’s you—wearing the same thing he’d seen you in last and looking as confused as he does.

“What the hell is going on?” A man from his left says suddenly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the entire floor. Everyone’s eyes are on the two of you.

It causes everyone else to break into a loud chatter, pointing and demanding to know how you’d appeared from midair.

You panic, rushing toward Peter. The words ‘avengers’ and ‘bad guys’ were being thrown around, but you couldn’t focus on anything.

“What do we do?” You hiss as you reach him.

Peter shakes his head frantically. “I don’t know. This was your idea!”

“I didn’t think this far ahead!”

“Well, that-that’s sort of your problem, isn’t it?”

“It’s now your problem too since you followed me blindly—”

You realize with a jolt that the room had gone silent again and you look up to find new visitors standing a few feet away. The first thing that catches your attention is their armor, a solid bucket hat secured on their heads.

Batons were held firmly in their hands, pointing toward you and Peter and effectively sending you into a nervous breakdown.

This was a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.

You stagger backward as the militant men move forward.

Peter stays in his spot. “Woah, woah, hey—"

“Variants identified,” a woman says as she steps through a portal that materializes right before your eyes. It’s different from yours—more tech savvy but you barely have time to make comparisons before the men are marching up to you.

Their batons keep you from running away, paralyzed with fear over what could happen if you tried anything against these people. They looked more than qualified to kick your ass.

Peter immediately switches into defense mode, his arm coming up to shoot a web at the man approaching him. But then the web suddenly freezes in midair, suspended between him inches from the man. Peter’s shocked, staring in amazement as his web seemed to defy the law of gravity.

A movement from his right drags his attention away from the anomaly. The woman who’d appeared through the portal was holding a device in her hand, finger jammed onto a button as she smirked in his direction.

He glances between the device and his web, sensing the connection but unsure of how it was possible. The baton man takes advantage of Peter’s moment of confusion, poking him with the weapon roughly.

Immediately, Peter’s instincts kick in, making a move to grab the stick from the guy’s hand but it’s like moving through a pool of concrete. There was a strong resistance, one that was keeping him from moving at normal speed. Instead, his body is moving extremely slow.

“You are now moving at 1/16th speed,” the woman explains from her spot, watching as the man straps something around Peter’s neck.

From your spot, you watch the chaos, amazed by the power of their batons… are they batons? Time-shifting sticks? You don’t know but it leaves you in a state of shock. Long enough for another armored man to secure a similar strap around your neck. You make a noise of protest but otherwise let him drag you to stand in front of the armored woman with the device. Behind her, the portal door thing is still flickering brightly.

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for your crimes against the Sacred Timeline.”

Crime?! You blanch, fighting against the man’s hold. “I’m sorry?”

The woman doesn’t elaborate, instead she regards Peter who was now moving at regular speed. His hands are strapped together, and he’s got a furious expression on his face. You sympathize with him.

And as your heartbeat gets louder and louder in fury, until you can feel it in your throat, the woman utters three words that’d begin the wildest journey of your life...

“Reset the timeline.”

hello!!! yes it’s me again-- posting fortuitous chaos once more but instead making this a mini series with numerous parts/chapters... that being said, yes i do have a new part written up for you guys!! if you’ve been waiting since feb/march, i’m so sorry. life has gotten hectic. but here we go-- the start of another journey!!!!

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rose-riot-johnson · 3 months

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Hey, could I ask for an angst to comfort fanfic about a reader (as Spider-Man) going out for revenge against Kingpin for killing his parents then heading home to Curt Connors and being consoled by him after the whole thing? I kinda had some dark stuff turning in my head.

Hey DJ😃 Sorry to hear about your situation😟🫂 Anyways I definitely will see about working on the request 😃👍I may take a while(😅), however I will see how it turns out😃👍

*I'm not sure which pic you wanted between regular form of Curt Connors or the Lizard version of him, so I figured I'd pick both of the pics for this fanfic😅😃👍

*This fanfic also contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🕷️🦎Hey Curt...I Want Revenge🦎🕷️(Curt Connors (up to reader's imagination if it's regular Curt Connors version or the Lizard version) x Male (Spiderman) Reader)

Genres: Angst To Comfort (Murder and Mentions of Murder, and Language)

"You want to what, (Male Reader Name)?!", Curt Connors gasped. You replied, "You heard me, Curt! I'm going to get my revenge against Kingpin, because he killed my parents! Scum like himself deserves to die by my hand! I feel that if we do catch him, it won't be enough and he has to pay for killing them in cold-blood!". He then replied back, "Please think about this rationally, (Male Reader Name)... There's other ways than getting revenge...", as he tried to talk you out of taking Kingpin's life.

"Like what, Curt?! Payback is the only way I can feel satisfaction! After all... It's all I can really think about, since after I found out that he's the bastard who killed my parents! I will never forgive him! He must die! I wish I could have prevented him from killing my parents! He deserves to die in a worser way, than he killed them!", you yelled. Curt then calmly said, "But is it going to bring your parents back? No it isn't... Will you be able to kill him without any consequences... No, you won't... Wheather it's jail time or even just thinking about what you did, those are a couple of possible consequences you must consider. Even if you claim that you don't care about any possible consequences, I care about the possible consequences you may face and I also care about you...". "And what is your point, Curt?! I feel like I'm such a coward for being unable to prevent them from getting killed in cold-blood! How can I damn well live with that?!", you spat.

"My point is that, there are better ways to handle the Kingpin situation... You have my condolences for what he did to your parents, however the best way of getting revenge is to just simply capture him and let everything else come to play... It's better to let him suffer than to kill him... And besides all these civilians, future superheroes, and little children care looked up to you, so killing Kingpin, would only disappoint everyone who looked up to you and will let them down... I just want you to understand that I'm telling you this, because I love you, (Male Reader Name)...", Curt explained, before he went to hug you. It took you only seconds to think about this, as you hugged him back, then sobbed, "I'm truly sorry that I wasn't thinking about any of this Curt... I was very afraid when my parents were getting killed, while I was very angry to know that Kingpin killed my parents... I just didn't know what else to do, besides getting my revenge on him... I thought I would also feel better about myself, if I was to try to get my revenge on him by killing him... Murder is all I could think about, since he killed my parents in cold-blood...". Curt hugged you tighter, while petting your head, as he replied, "It's okay and don't be too hard on yourself... It also seems to be that your desire for vengeance isn't the only thing you're feeling... I can also sense that you may have survivors guilt, as everyone has a different way of handling desire for revenge and/or survivors guilt... I'm just glad you talked to me about it before actually committing it... Some people just wouldn't have come to anyone about getting revenge and just simply kill for vengeance without a care in the world about the consequences they may have to eventually face... The only thing I ask of you is please don't let your parents death, especially on how they were dead, change you for the worse... I'm pretty sure getting your revenge this way is not what your parents would have wanted...".

After you stopped sobbing, you thought about what Curt said, as you hugged him tighter. You then said, "I had to think about what you said for a second and you're right about everything you told me... And me getting my revenge isn't something my parents would have wanted, as you mentioned... I'm glad you talked me out of it, Curt... Thank you...". Curt then replied, "You're welcome, (Male Reader Name)... I promise, once we capture Kingpin, he will never harm anyone anymore, especially anymore of your family you have left...", before he kissed your forehead.

🦎🕷️The End🕷️🦎

I hope you enjoyed this requested fanfic my Tumblr Peeps😁👍As for you DJ, I hope I did the request well and I hope this fanfic helps🫂🦎🕷️🕊️I do apologize for taking long as I did to complete this fanfic, however I do hope the ending was written well😅🕊️🫂

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#rose riot writings #rose riot johnson #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #request answered by rose riot johnson #rose riot answers #comfort #angst #angst to comfort #tw mentions of murder #tw murder #spiderman 94 animted series #curt connors #curt connors x Reader

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When Worlds Collide: Collison Course

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind.

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

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When Worlds Collide Masterlist

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“So let me get this straight. Peter left to go and bring one of the multiverse men here, and you guys lost contact with him?”

“Yes.”

“And Dr. Assface said that I couldn’t be here for any of this, why?”

Ned shrugged, slightly nodding.

“You’re dangerous.”

“You don’t like him.”

You laughed as MJ turned towards Ned, the two going back and forth with each other.

“Guys, guys!”

They both stopped, looking over at you. You shook your head, moving so you were leaning against the table next to them.

“It’s fine. Dr. Assface has a point.”

You grinned, nodding.

“I’m both dangerous and I don’t like him.”

“Why?”

You looked down at Ned, tilting your head to the side, slightly shooting him a look.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“He’s the reason my dad is dead.”

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You tensed when the lights flickered, slowly standing up.

“What is this?”

You turned, looking over at the crypt, seeing a man in the cells, touching the barrier, Dr. Octavius waving at him. The lights flickered again, a man who looked like sand appearing in one of the other cells, hitting the barrier, causing the first newcomer to scoff.

“You picked the wrong side.”

A lizard stepped out of the shadows, chuckling, causing your eyes to widen as you shook your head, glancing at MJ and Ned.

“I’m sorry, is that a fucking lizard?”

“Connors?”

“What? You know this creature?”

Ned gasped, nodding as he looked between you and MJ.

“Same universes.”

You shook your head, pointing at the lizard.

“How did I miss that earlier?”

Ned shrugged as he sat back down, glancing at you.

“He was hiding.”

“And we forgot.”

You nodded, sitting back down.

“Right.”

“No, no no, not a creature. A man.”

You snorted, sharing a look with MJ and Ned.

“That is supposed to be a man?”

“Dr. Curt Connors. He was a scientist in Oscorp when I worked there. A brilliant scientist. Till he turned himself into a lizard. Then he tried to turn the whole city into lizards. It was crazy.”

Connors walked to the edge of his cell, huffing.

“It wasn’t crazy, Max. It was the next step in human evolution.”

Ned gasped, his eyes widening.

“The dinosaur can talk.”

MJ shook her head, leaning towards Ned.

“Lizard.”

“Right.”

You snorted, shrugging when MJ shot you a look.

“Sorry.”

“Speaking of which, what happened to you? Last I recall, you had bad teeth, glasses and a combover. Did you get a makeover? You know, I can give you a real makeover.”

Max shot Connors a deadpanned look, huffing.

“Let me guess. Into a lizard?”

“Exactly.”

“Could you two just shut up?”

The sandman looked over at where you all were sitting, nodding as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Where are we?”

“It’s complicated.”

“A wizard’s dungeon.”

You chuckled at the looks MJ and Ned were receiving, Max making a face as he slightly shook his head.

“Wiz- wizards dungeon?”

You grinned when MJ shrugged, glancing at Max.

“There’s no real way to sugarcoat that. It’s literally the dungeon of a wizard.”

Dr. Octavius shrugged, nodding as Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“Look, you can keep your magic. I want a taste of that new energy I just felt.”

The flights flickered as sparks circled around Max’s hands, causing you to glare as you sat up in the chair, watching him closely. You turned when MJ’s phone went off, watching as she turned, answering it.

“Oh, Peter. Hey.”

She nodded as she walked towards the entrance of the crypt, looking around and nodding.

“Yeah. They’re all here and locked up.”

You stood up walking towards her.

“Yeah, of course. Oh hey-”

She shot you a look as you grabbed her phone, shooting her a grin.

“Hey Peter Parker. Forget something?”

“Uh Mel, heyyy. What are you doing?”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Nice trick you did with Karen. Really, really appreciated that one.”

“Mel I-”

“Save it. We can talk about it when you get here.”

“Hey-”

You looked over at Ned, watching as he poked at a tree.

“Ask him if this is like a tree monster, or like a scientist that turned into a tree.”

You shot Ned a look, causing him to shrug as he waved his hand out in a ‘come on’ motion.

“It’s just a tree, man. Just a tree.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Just, get here when you can, alright?”

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It’d gotten relatively quiet after Peter’s call, the guys taking the time to pace in their cells while you, MJ and Ned sat around the table.

“Hey guys.”

You all sat up, watching as Peter walked in, a man following closely behind him, taking everything in as he looked around.

“This is Mr. Osborn.”

Osborn pointed at Peter, a slight grin on his face.

“Hey, it’s Doctor.”

Peter nodded slightly, coming to a stop in front of where you all were at.

“Sorry. Um, Dr. Osborn, these are my friends, Ned, MJ and YN.”

“Mary Jane?”

MJ shook her head, shooting a look at Peter who shrugged.

“It’s Michelle Jones, actually.”

“Fascinating.”

Osborn walked towards the crypt, Ned looking over at you with a grin.

“Do you think there are other Ned Leedses?”

You grinned, chuckling slightly as you shook your head, Ned sitting back down in front of his laptop.

“Octavius?”

“Osborn?”

“What- what happened to you?”

You made a face as you turned, watching Osborn and Dr. Octavius talk.

“What happened to- you’re the walking corpse.”

“What do you mean?”

“You died, Norman. Years ago.”

You sat up, tensing as Osborn shook his head, chuckling.

“You’re insane.”

Max laughed, shaking his head.

“God, I love it here.”

Peter walked towards the cells, pointing at Osborn, his head tilted to the side.

“What are you talking about? He’s standing right there. He’s not-”

“Dead.”

Sandman stepped closer to his barrier, nodding.

“They both died. Fighting Spiderman. It was all over the news. Green Goblin, impaled by the glider you flew around on. And a couple of years later, you. Doc Ock. drowned in the river with your machine.”

“That’s nonsense. Spiderman was trying to stop my fusion reactor. So I stopped him. I had him by the throat. And then, I- and then I was here.”

Max scoffed, waving his hand around, slightly shaking his head.

“Oh, please. Let me tell you something. I was whooping Spiderman’s ass. He’ll tell you. And then he caused an overload. I was stuck in the grid, absorbing data. I was about to turn into pure energy, and then- and then- oh shit. I was about to die.”

You snorted, causing Peter to turn towards you, shooting you a look. You shrugged, tilting your head to the side.

“What?”

Connors looked over at Max, huffing.

“Max, do you know? Do I die?”

You tensed when Strange’s sparks appeared, glaring as Strange appeared once the sparks disappeared. He looked over at Osborn, nodding slightly.

“Oh, great. You caught another one.”

Peter shook his head, holding his arm out.

“No no, Strange, wait.”

Strange waved his hands around as Peter stepped forward, looking over at Strange.

“Strange, he’s not dangerous.”

Osborn appeared in the empty cell, Peter turning towards him and nodding.

“It’s okay.”

He turned back towards Strange, slightly making a face.

“What is that?”

“It’s an ancient relic. The Machinati Codamus. Trap your corrupted spell inside, once you’ve finished the proper ritual, will reverse the spell. And send these guys back to their universe.”

“And then what? We perish?”

Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“Nah. No thanks, I’ll pass on that.”

“Let me out of here. Peter!”

“Strange, we can’t send them back. Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Well, some of these guys are gonna die.”

“Parker, it’s their fate.”

Peter huffed a slight chuckle, shaking his head.

“Come on Strange, have a heart.”

“Yeah, he doesn't have one of those.”

Strange looked over at you, shooting you a glare, causing you to shrug.

“You don’t.”

He clenched his jaw before he turned, looking back at Peter, shaking his head.

“In the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives. I’m sorry kid. If they die, they die.”

The box started to click as Strange closed his eyes, Osborn looking over at Peter, his eyes wide as Peter glanced back at you and the others.

“Peter!”

Peter clenched his jaw when he threw his arm out, webbing the box, Strange snapping his head towards him, slightly shaking his head.

“Don’t.”

Peter yanked the box towards him, lifting his other arm and shooting a web at Strange, sending him into the cell with the sandman.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“Peter, you gotta go.”

You looked over at Peter, nodding.

“Go!”

Peter nodded as he ran past us, MJ moving to stand in front of you and Ned, blocking the path to the door, holding her hands out. You grinned as you stood, your hands lighting with your powers as you moved to stand in front of her, glancing at her over your shoulder.

“Good thinking, but my plan’s better.”

Strange balled his hands into fists as he glared, shaking his head.

“This is why I never had kids.”

He walked through the barrier of the cell, Flint trying to follow after him. You shook your head as you stepped forward, glaring at Strange.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?

Strange looked over at you, huffing.

“Stay out of this, Stark. The spell has to be reversed.”

“The spell wouldn’t need to be reversed if you hadn’t messed it up.”

“The kid was interfering!”

You shot him a look as you scoffed, tilting your head to the side.

“How the hell did you ever become Sorcerer Supreme if you can be distracted while performing a spell?”

Strange clenched his jaw, glaring at you.

“Get out of my way Stark.”

“No.”

Strange huffed, shaking his head as he threw his arm out, waving it around, sparks appearing.

“You can’t stop me, Stark. You know that.”

“That was when you had the time stone. Time after that? You attacked at my most vulnerable. Well guess what? You don’t have the time stone. So no more cheating for you.”

“Why are her hands glowing?”

“I thought he was the wizard. The hell is she?”

“Witch, basically.”

MJ nodded, sharing a look with Ned.

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Wizards, witches, the hell else this place got?”

You looked over at Max, grinning.

“Oh, so much.”

You threw your hand out, a ball of energy slamming into Strange, forcing him back into the cell. He huffed as he looked back over at you, muttering.

“I have a serious dislike for you.”

You shrugged, deepening your voice, mocking him.

“I have a serious dislike for you.’ Barf. Grow up Strange.”

“I will get that box, Stark.”

You shook your head, glaring at him.

“Not today you won’t.”

Strange shook his head, looking up at the ceiling before he disappeared. You dropped your hands, your powers fading as you looked back at MJ, shaking your head before you looked back at the cell. You made a face, looking between the cell and MJ.

“Did he just- I know he didn’t just go through the damn ceiling.”

“Oh, he did. Totally.”

You nodded at Max, huffing slightly.

“Okay then.”

“Mel-”

You turned, looking back at MJ.

“Peter!”

You nodded, flicking your hands out beside you.

“Right.”

You were just about to fly through the portal you’d made on the ceiling when there was a bright golden flash in front of you, MJ and Ned yelling your name as you fell down, cracking the floor as everything turned blurry before it all became dark. Ned made a face as he shook his head, looking over at MJ.

“Dude, what just happened?”

“Your wizard just whammied your witch.”

MJ glared at Max, causing him to lift his hands up in front of him as she knelt next to you, looking over at Ned.

“Help me move her.”

Ned nodded, walking towards you both.

“Yeah, right.”

They had just managed to pick you up when Peter appeared, causing Ned to jump, dropping you, MJ scrambling to catch your head before it hit the floor.

“Ned!”

He looked over at MJ, his eyes widening.

“Oh! Sorry!”

Peter made a face, gasping as he fell next to MJ, setting the box down next to him.

“What happened?”

“Your wizard whammied her.”

Peter shot a look over at Max, causing him to shrug.

“He did.”

“She was going after Dr. Strange and there was a bright flash and she was on the floor.”

MJ looked over at Peter, shaking her head.

“What happened with Dr. Strange?”

“Well, I uh-”

Peter lifted the ring he’d pocketed, holding it up between Mj and Ned.

“Stole his ring thing.”

“What?”

Peter nodded as Ned took the ring from him, looking it over.

“I was swinging through the city, and then I went though this massive mirror thing and then I was back.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s trapped, but I’m not sure for how long.”

“You could’ve just left us to die. Why didn’t you?”

MJ shook her head, looking over at Octavius.

“Because that’s not who he is.”

Peter stood up, walking towards the cells.

“I think I can help you guys. If I can fix what happened to you, then when you go back, things will be different and you might not die fighting Spiderman.”

“What do you mean, fix us?”

“Look, our technology is advanced-”

“I can help you.”

Osborn grinned as Peter looked over at him, nodding.

“You know, I’m something of a scientist myself. Octavius knows what I can do.”

Octavius scoffed, shaking his head.

“Fix? You mean like a dog? I refuse.”

“I can’t promise you guys anything, but at least this way, you actually get to go home and have a chance. A second chance. I mean, come on, isn’t that worth trying?”

“Trust me Peter, when you try to fix people, there are always consequences.”

Peter looked over at Connors, slightly shaking his head.

“I mean, you don’t have to come.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“I also didn’t know that you could talk.”

Connors shrugged, nodding slightly.

“But if you stay here, you’re gonna have to deal with the wizard.”

“So we go along or we die. Not much of a choice, is it?”

“I just wanna go home.”

“Well, I myself don’t wanna be killed, especially by a guy dressed like dungeons and dragons, so what’s your plan?”

“I have it all under control.”

Peter turned, walking back towards MJ and Ned, whispering as he lifted the box.

“What are we gonna do about this thing?”

“Well, we need to find somewhere safe for it, right?”

“Yeah, yes, yes. You gotta take it.”

MJ shook her head, making a face.

“Wait, what?”

“If something bad happens, I’ll text you and then you just have to push this and then it’s all over, and they’ll all be gone.”

MJ looked down at you, carefully lowering your head to the floor before she stood, walking closer to Peter and Ned.

“We’re going with you. We’re not gonna leave you.”

“You can’t come with me. It’s too dangerous. You guys have already done enough.”

“Peter, we’re in this together.”

Peter took a deep breath, nodding as he looked over at Ned.

“I know we’re in this together Ned, but I can’t do this if I know that you’re in danger, okay? So for me, MJ, please, just take this. Please.”

MJ glared slightly as she took the box, nodding.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“But Peter, I swear, if I don’t hever form you, I’m pressing the button.”

“Sure, okay.”

MJ looked over at the cells, glaring as she lifted her finger.

“And I will do it!”

“Yeah, we all believe you Michelle.”

Connors shook his head, huffing.

“No way that’s his girlfriend. No way.”

Peter nodded, looking over at the cells.

“She’ll do it.”

“Absolutely she will.”

“What about the witch?”

Peter made a face, looking over at Max who pointed at where you laid.

“The witch.”

Peter shook his head, huffing slightly.

“She’s coming with us.”

“Why? What use is she to us?”

“YN is one of the smartest people in this world, and the most powerful.”

“She just got whammied by a dungeons and dragons cosplayer. I don’t think she’s all powerful.”

“She is.”

Peter turned back towards MJ and Ned, nodding.

“Go, I’ve got this.”

“See you later.”

“Be safe.”

“You too.”

Peter watched them walk out of the crypt, taking a deep breath before he turned back towards the cells.

“So uh, who’s coming with me?”

“Well, I’m in. But, if this goes sideways, I’m gonna fry you from the inside out.”

Peter nodded as he pulled his phone out, shooting off a quick text before he walked towards you, carefully picking you up.

“Let’s go.”

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“Is YN okay?”

“She will be.”

“Okay, good.”

Peter looked around as the multiverse men entered the apartment, slightly making a face as he counted heads.

“Where’s Connors?”

“He told me he wants to stay in the truck.”

“Okay.”

Peter walked into the apartment after May, careful not to hit your head as he kicked the door shut.

“Alarm systems, deactivated.”

“Hey May?”

May leaned closer to Peter, nodding.

“Yeah?”

“I feel kinda bad using Happy’s place like this.”

May scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, no, no. He’ll get over it. Consider it payback for tricking us into staying here instead of one of YN’s places.”

Peter grinned as he walked into the living room, moving towards the couch. May moved a pillow so it was laying down, holding your head steady as Peter lowered you onto the couch.

“So this is your plan Peter? No lab, no facilities, just performing miracles in a condominium? What, you’re gonna cook up some churros, some frozen burritos in a microwave?”

Norman looked up from Dummy, nodding slightly.

“I could go for a burrito.”

Dr. Octavius scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“He’s gonna kill us all.”

“Well, let’s hope not. You’re up first, Doc.”

Peter tapped Octavius’ shoulder as he passed him, Octavius shaking his head.

“What? Hey, I told you. I don’t need fixing. Especially by a teenager using scraps from a bachelor’s junk drawer.”

“No, no, no.”

Max shook his head, walking after Peter.

“He’s got something back there. I can feel it. That weird energy.”

“What the hell is that?”

Peter looked over at Norman as he pressed the button, nodding.

“It’s a fabricator.”

The fabricator started to grow, Peter taking a step back.

“It can analyze, design, construct, basically anything.”

May tilted her head to the side, her eyes wide.

“I thought that was a tanning bed Happy broke.”

She looked over at Peter, grinning slightly.

“Wonder if YN knows he has that.”

Peter slightly made a face, cocking his head to the side, nodding.

“Well, I’d assume so.”

Max’s eyes flickered golden, muttering.

“Look at that.”

Octavius jumped when there was a crash, turning, seeing part of the machine through the wall, muttering.

“He’s gonna kill us all.”

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“Look at this place. And all the possibilities.”

“What? This condo?”

Max nodded, turning towards Flint.

“Yeah. Yeah, the condo. I love the whole overfloor plan.”

Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“No! No, man. I’m talking about the world. I kinda like who I am here. And all that power back there? I could be so much more. So why did you come here?”

“I have a daughter. And I wanna see her. But he’s not gonna send anyone home till he’s finished his little science project back there.”

“You trust him?”

Flint crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head.

“I don’t trust anyone. How’d you end up like that anyway?”

“The place I worked at, they were experimenting with electricity created by living organisms, and then I fell into a vat of electric eels.”

“You’re kidding. I fell into a supercollider.”

“Damn. Gotta be careful where you fall.”

“I got it!”

Peter slid to a stop, looking at May.

“I did it. Will you send him up?”

“Yup. Here we go.”

Peter ran up the stairs as May pressed the button on the tablet, lifting Octavius up into the air with the tentacles.

“Hold on, Doc.”

“All of these humiliations never cease.”

Peter grabbed Octavius’ head, pushing his head down so he could access his neck.

“You! Keep your science fair project away from me!”

“Hey, it will work. Have faith.”

“Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster.”

“Please stop. Hold still.”

“Don’t you dare. I swear, when I get out of this wicker, I’m gonna-”

He stopped talking, his head falling forward as the tentacles powered down.

“Doc? Doc? Doctor Octavius?”

He gasped, jerking too.

“It’s so quiet. Those voices, inside my head. I’d almost forgotten.”

“Otto.”

“Yes. Norman.”

Octavius was lowered to the ground, smiling.

“It’s me.”

Peter jumped down, landing in front of Dr. Octavius, smiling as Flint slightly nodded.

“Would you look at that.”

Peter returned acces of the tentacles to Octavius, one of the arms moving towards Peter’s chest, returning the nanos.

“I’m grateful, dear boy. Truly.”

“Yeah. You’re welcome.”

“How can I help?”

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Peter jerked, tensing as he set the tools he was using down, making a face as he stood, Octavius and Norman turning, looking over at him.

“Peter?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.”

Peter walked out of the room, Octavius and Norman following behind him.

“May?”

May walked down the stairs, looking over at Peter.

“What is it Peter?”

“What’s happening?”

Peter came to a stop, looking around the room. Max glared, huffing as Norman walked out from behind Octavius towards the window.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Peter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he threw his arm out, webbing Norman’s hand with the bomb, Norman smikring as he turned.

“That’s some neat trick. That sense of yours.”

“Norman?”

“Norman’s on sabbatical honey.”

Max made a face, stepping back.

“The hell?”

“Goblin.”

“No more darker half?”

May slowly backed into the other room, grabbing the remaining cures, stuffing them into a bag.

“Did you really think that I’d let that happen? That I’d let you take away my power just because you’re blind to what true power can bring you?”

“You don’t know me.”

“Don’t I? I saw how she trapped you. Fighting her holy moral mission. We don’t need you to save us. We don’t need to be fixed. These are not curses. They’re gifts.”

“Norman, no.”

“Quiet lap dog.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I watched you from deep behind Norman’s cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose. Gods don’t have to choose. We take.”

“May, run!”

May ran past Octavius and Peter, running to the door as Max yanked his cure off his chest, Norman breaking free from the webbing holding him. Max lifted his hand, electricity surging around his hand as he pulled the arc reactor from the fabricator, Peter leaning back before it could hit him. Norman punched Peter, causing him to hit the bottom of the staircase while Flint left.

“Oh my god. What have you done?”

Max looked down at the reactor, his electricity changing colors as the lights flickered. He turned towards Octavius, glaring at him.

“I liked you better before.”

He lifted his arm, hitting Octavius with a surge of power, pushing him through the window. Max walked towards the window, his powers surging as Flint created a sand storm, falling into the mix before he zapped away, Flint flying in the opposite direction.

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Your head felt stuffy as you slowly came to, blinking as you looked up at the ceiling.

“What the hell?”

You groaned as you sat up, everything spinning for a few seconds. You looked around, slightly making a face.

“What the hell am I doing in Happy’s apartment?”

You looked down when you saw a golden flicker, seeing sparks dancing between your fingers for a few seconds before it disappeared.

“What the hell?”

You shook your head as you looked around the apartment, getting a better look at the place, your eyes widening.

“Oh my god.”

You stood up, staggering for a second before you gained your footing, stepping over the debris, yelling.

“May! Peter!”

You checked the entire apartment for any sign of them, running out of the apartment, gasping.

“Oh god.”

The hall was just as worse as the inside, if not more. You walked further down the hall, stopping at the hole that stretched halfway to the end of the hall, looking down. The hole went down aat least two floors, causing you to wince as you looked for the door to the stairs, rolling your eyes. Of course the stairs had to be at the other end of the hall. You turned when you heard sirens, running to the window, looking down. News vans and cops littered the ground, your eyes widening.

“Shit.”

You turned, slightly shaking your head as you took a deep breath, running forward. You were about to jump when something slammed into you, causing you to groan as you landed on your back. You looked up, tensing.

“Lizard man.”

Hee smirked, his tongue slithering out as he tilted his head to the side.

“Connors.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Right, Connors. Apologies.”

He nodded, grinning.

“Now, where do you think you're going?”

You glanced around, trying to find a way out from under him.

“Anywhere but here.”

He nodded, leaning closer down to you.

“Peter, he needs your help. Too bad you can’t offer him that.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring up at him.

“Peter’s only trying to do the right thing. He’s trying to help you. All of you.”

“We’re not broken toys that need to be fixed.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“You sure about that? Because you're a lizard when you should be a man.”

He huffed, glaring down at you.

“You’ll learn, just like Peter’ll learn.”

You growled, shaking your head as you lifted your leg, kicking him. His shock caused him to lean up, giving you enough space to crawl back away from him, turning and jumping to your feet, running towards the door that led to the stairwell.

“Not so fast.”

You gasped when something wrapped around your ankle, yanking you back. Your face slammed into the floor, your teeth grinding together as you were dragged down the hall. Connors picked you up by the back of your shirt, slamming you into the wall, the wall cracking around you as you groaned, something wet dripping from your hairline.

“You’re not going to be of much help.”

You flicked your hand out, gasping when he lifted you, tossing you down the hall. You stopped at the edge of the hole, your chest heaving as you looked down and then back at Connors. You tried using your powers again, making a face when nothing happened.

“Seriously?”

You looked back at Connors, watching as he started to make his way towards you. You tried again, huffing when you didn’t feel the familiar pull of your powers.

“Fucking Strange.”

Connors started to move faster, and you looked down at the hole, making a decision. With a gasp you fell backwards, falling into the hole just as Connors made a swipe at you. You groaned when you landed, shakingly getting onto your knees. Your head hurt, just like the rest of you did, but you pushed it to the side when you heard a crash, your eyes widening.

“Peter.”

You shakingly stood, wincing before you ran towards the end of the hall, pulling the door open. You glanced at the floor number, huffing.

“Of course it had to be at the top.”

You started to run down the stairs, tensing when you heard a crash, seeing Connors running after you.

“Seriously?”

You peeked over the railing, huffing slightly.

“Screw this.”

You jumped over the railing, falling a few floors before you reached out, grabbing onto the railing, slamming into the side, huffing. You groaned as you pulled yourself over the railing, falling onto the steps. You reached up, touching at the sore spot on your hand, your fingertips coated in your blood. You huffed, shaking your head.

“Fucking Strange.”

Not only did he take your powers, but he took your healing ability too? Low blow. Sparing a glance above you, you saw Connors still coming after you.

“Seriously? Asshole.”

You started running again, a slight limp to your step when you heard a crash, metal pieces falling next to you, causing you to move to the side when there was a growl. You looked up, jumping when you saw Connors grinning at you.

“I told you, you would learn.”

You went to jump over the railing again when his tail wrapped around your middle, swinging you back before he let you go, causing you to fly through the wall, groaning as you landed on a table, the table breaking under you. Pushing yourself up, you looked down at your arm, seeing the trail of blood.

“Fuck.”

Connors came rushing into the room, flicking his tail to the side as he looked down at you.

“Peter said you were the smartest person in the world. The most powerful. But you’re not. You’re weak.”

You looked around, reaching towards the vase, throwing it at Connor’s head, jumping up and running. He huffed a laugh as you ran out of the apartment, running down the hall.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Connors grabbed you, slamming you into the wall, your chest heaving as you looked up at him, his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

“Yo- you want to stay a lizard, I suggest you get out of here. This place is surrounded by cops. If they find you, I can promise you they will do whatever it takes to turn you back, humane or not.”

He growled, glancing out the window, looking at the flashing lights.

“I’m serious. They were willing to drug me just to get to Peter. What do you think they’ll do to you when they find out you’re not even from this universe? They’ll lock you up. Experiment on you. You’d get to learn what it’s like to be the experiment instead of the experimenter.”

He growled, his grip on your neck tightening for a second before he was letting you go, glaring as you dropped to the floor, heaving. You rubbed your neck, looking up at him.

“You should go. Now.”

He ran towards the end of the hall, jumping out of the window. You shook your head as you pulled yourself up, using the wall for support.

“Asshole.”

You ran back to the stairwell, checking the floor number, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw there were only two floors left. Using the railing for support you ran down the last set of stairs, running out of the stairwell, your eyes widening. Peter was on the floor, Norman holding him up by his head as May faced them, holding a pipe in her hand. You ran towards them, screaming her name when you saw the glider appear behind her, slamming into her.

“May!”

“Peter, Peter, Peter.”

You ran to May, dropping to your knees beside her.

“May, May, hey, come on, wake up.”

She groaned, her eyes fluttering as she looked over at you.

“YN? You’re awake, that’s good.”

You huffed a laugh, nodding.

“Yeah, I’m gonna kick Strange’s ass when I see him again.”

She looked you over, slightly shaking her head as she reached up, running her fingers down the side of your face.

“You’re hurt.”

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

You shook your head, offering her a small smile.

“I’m fine.”

She nodded slightly, looking around.

“Whe- where’s Peter?”

She tried to sit up, causing you to shake your head as you stopped her, gently laying her back down.

“No, no, no. Don’t move.”

“Peter. You can thank me later.”

“He’s right over-”

You turned, looking over your shoulder.

“He’s right over-”

Your eyes widened when you saw Peter and Norman, gasping when Norman threw a bomb towards you.

“No!”

Peter jumped, his fingers skimming the bomb. You turned, throwing yourself over May, covering her body with yours as the bomb went off.

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okwritingandpain · 2 years

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The Connors Problem Chapter 2: A Strange Meeting

Curt grabbed a newspaper titled, “Spiderman a Hero or Menace?” from The Daily Bugle. He glared at the sheet of paper. Where was Peter? Why was here? Who could help him? He noticed a woman looking at a similar paper to him. She looked young and weirdly stressed. He remembered being stressed a lot at the University. Always tight deadlines for everything. He would always go home tired and wished it could all go away. Not even the next day he was taken from his universe and brought to another. He wondered if she also was from another universe, but thought it was stupid. People in this universe must also be stressed. He walked up to the women anyway.

“Uh, hi there! Sorry to bother you. I just thought you looked a little…stressed?” he asked. She looked back at him, tired.

“Oh, I just have been taking care of my friend’s…friends?” She replied. She eyed him up and down.

“I can understand that being a hassle, unwanted house guests are very annoying.” Curt added with a smirk.

“Say, your name wouldn’t happen to be Curt Connors…is it?” She asked.

He stood there for a moment. His eyes dark as he glared at the women. “How do you know my name?” he questioned softly. His voice is calm but his body language is fierce. The women stepped back.

“I found some friends of yours…Dr Otto Octavius and Dr Norman Osborn…” She said nervously.

He loosened. He took a breath. “You are a friend of Peter Parker aren’t you? How else would you know Otto and Norman?” He clenched his teeth.

The woman bowed her head in shame. “Yes, I am his friend, but I understand that you are too…just not this version of him…anyways my name is Y/N.”

She reached out a hand to him. He hesitated, but slowly took her hand into a shake.

“I’ll lead you where you need to go.” She smiles. He followed her. Calculating every move she made. She had a mix of cereals and oat meals in some reusable bags. He found this odd, but brushed it off. They walked a couple of blocks before getting to an apartment building. She struggled with the door, so Curt stepped in to her aid. They took the elevator and Curt began asking questions.

"So, Octavious and Osborn are in your apartment?" He asked.

"Yep."

"Anybody else up there?"

"Yep."

"Who? From where? From when?!"

"...Yep."

She stepped off the elevator and rushed down the hallway to an apartment door. He followed her. She fiddled with her keys and unlocked the door.

"Hey everybody! I got breakfast!" She called to who ever was behind the door. Curt slowly peaked from behind the door. Five people surrounded the girl. Well, not all of them were people. Curt dropped his mouth in shock.

"OH, and everyone this is Dr. Curt Connors!" She smiled.

The lizard monster turned to look at him.

"Remarkable." The lizard remarked.

"Well, Connors, I hope you're satisfied." She replied.

"I must say, I look…different…" the lizard said.

Curt began stuttering. "Ba,ba,ba,me,me…"

"Aww, he's in shock." Electro laughed.

The Sandman glared at Curt. Otto and Norman walk over to Curt.

Otto smiled, "Glad to see you again…old friend."

Curt proceeded to pass out.

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doopdevil · 2 years

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Hi! Just wanted to say I love your blog I just found it not to long ago and your work is amazing! 💕 Also I wanted to know if I I could request an HC of Curt Connors, Otto Octavius, and Norman Osborn (separate if you don’t mind?) With an S/O who’s an artist and is trying so hard to teach them how to draw but it’s like not working at all? 😂💕 And again thank you so much!

sinister 5 villains x reader | artist!s/o hcs

MASTERLIST

warnings: mild cursing ; body insecurities ; art is difficult ; overall fluff and goofs

pairings: otto octavius x gender neutral!reader ; norman osborn x gender neutral!reader ; curt connors x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1,187

summary: your boyfriend is astonished by your artistic abilities. although trying to teach him takes quite a bit of work.

a/n: thank you so much for the request! for the hcs i also added some stuff on general artist s/o things. this was a lot of fun to write, i hope you like it! <3

OTTO

Otto definitely has an appreciation for the arts! Although his passion lies in science, he can enjoy more artistic and expressive endeavors. The man is a romantic at heart and takes a thoughtful approach to the art he sees.

If you create art thought? You’ve blown him away. He’s absolutely captivated by your work, in both awe and utter confusion!

“The process is quite simple, actually. I decided to use more saturated tones in order to accentuate these lines, making a callback to the centerpiece. In the foreground, I made sure the hues were far more subtle.”

“I see!”

“You do?”

“...Not really. I have no idea what you just said. Regardless, it’s gorgeous. It makes me feel… hopeful,” he muttered, brows furrowed in concentration as he surveyed your work.

“I’m flattered by your support, Otto, really.” You sighed, “...But you’ve been staring at it for 10 minutes. It’s not finished, sweetie.”

Sometimes you’ll affectionately call him your “Vitruvian Man,” especially when he dons his extra arms.

Otto was pretty confused when you tried to teach him how to draw. He’s flustered at all the details a viewer doesn’t tend to take into account when looking at art. All in all, he’s unprepared, but his curiosity beats it by far.

“Where does the light hit the sphere, Otto?”

“From the lamp,” he replied simply, gesturing towards the light hanging from your ceiling.

You released a sigh. This would be a long night.

A few days into your lessons, he surprises you!

“Otto, this is wonderful! But what is it?”

“...It was supposed to be you.”

“OH-”

It takes a bit, but Otto is a fast learner, and eventually gets the hang of it! Within weeks you’ve established the basics with him and now he understands your process so much more.

After drawing with him, at work he finds himself absentmindedly doodling in his notes. It seems you brought out his creative side.

If this occurs before his accident, expect to be helping him with sketches for his prototype. When he first sees it he’s overjoyed to finally see his vision come to life.

You draw Otto. A lot. When you first show him a drawing you made of him, he’s both flattered and shocked! Before meeting you, the man hadn’t expected someone to draw him. Seeing it in person is almost surreal.

If he ever feels insecure about his appearance, you make sure to tell him how handsome he is in vivid detail.

“Your soft features make you all the more attractive to me. Every crease I see displays a sign of strength and survival, tying you together. Your-”

Otto is blushing furiously. It seems you broke him. He nearly shattered when you continued gushing over him while stroking his cheek.

When you’re creating something large, like a mural perhaps, he’s happy to pick you up with his tentacles if you need assistance.

NORMAN

Although Norman can appreciate the work that goes into art, sometimes he struggles to find meaning in it. But that changes once he meets you.

Norman has a particular interest in more historical items, evident by his mask collection in his manor. He adores hearing you talk about art history, allowing you to explain the context of various pieces. Sometimes though, he just asks so he can listen to your voice.

He is incredibly supportive of your vocation. Do you need some supplies? Done. Are you having an art show? He tries his best to attend every single one. If you accept commissions, he definitely mentions you to his connections, eager to spread your name.

“Darn, I need more cadmium red,” you sighed, gazing upon your empty tube of paint.

Norman merely slides his credit card towards you.

“Go nuts,” he winks.

Norman found himself caught off guard at the idea of him trying art. Him? An artist?

You’re one of the few people he shows his gentle side to. His soft demeanor and tenderness had proved to you that he held a great capacity for more emotional artwork.

Norman clearly had a lot on his plate; especially once the goblin came into play, and you’ve been working together to help him find ways to relax. That’s how you came to organize little art therapy sessions for the two of you a couple of times a week.

He’s incredibly frustrated at first.

“I don’t get what I’m doing wrong,” he grumbled, “Why does it look like this?”

“Well Norman, why shouldn’t it look that way?”

“It’s a mess! A literal pile of brush strokes and scribbles.”

“It’s abstract. Did you enjoy painting it?”

“...Yes.”

“Then scribble away.”

He was hesitant at first, but he grew to enjoy painting. They’re not always the most detailed or elegant, but it’s a tactile way for him to express his feelings. Norman also feels a lot closer to you during the activity.

But then you tried to teach him drawing.

So many precious pencils had broken in the crossfire. But with patience, he learned to enjoy drawing as well. Much like his paintings, they’re amalgamations of lines, abstract in every way. Norman’s feelings are incredibly complex, especially when dealing with his alter ego, so words can’t always convey his frustrations.

Once he got the hang of it, he drew a lovely picture of Harry as a baby.

“I don’t think this is so bad, actually,” he paused, “Harry was just a weird-looking baby.”

CURT

Curt is incredibly captivated by your work. Even before you date, several of your pieces occupy his home. He feels like your artwork is just another wonderful part of you.

“What do you like about it?” You smiled.

“I like that you made it.”

As a scientist, objective data and facts are more up his speed. When it comes to art, the man can be a bit confused. But he’s got the spirit.

“Wow, this is great!” Curt said, trying to spark conversation while you tour an art museum. In order to impress you, he had done a bit of research into several of the pieces, eager to show he knows a thing or two. But he hadn’t looked into every piece, nor were you naive.

“Curt. Even I don’t know what the hell this is.”

“Well it’s obviously a… a…” he stuttered before sighing dejectedly, “Christ, I don’t know. A butt?”

Curt had become proficient with his left arm and hand, additionally developing particularly neat handwriting. Although he never considered using it to draw.

When you’d explain to process to him, he’d listen intently, impressed by your understanding of the craft itself.

Sometimes to help him find a good angle, you’d gently cup his hand in yours to guide him. Eventually, some of the mistakes he’d make would be on purpose.

Inspired by his profession in herpetology, he would draw lizards! But only lizards.

“This lizard looks amazing Curt! Next time I’ll show you how to draw people-”

“No. I want to draw more lizards.”

You made him a drawing of his lizard form that he keeps in his office. To him, it’s like your way of saying you accept him, no matter what.

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