#ned what the fuck is wrong w you

[atlabeth]

ALL MEN ARE THE SAME

[ichorai]

spiderling ; peter parker.

sequel to particles!

pairing ; peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis ; peter was supposed to find you after strange wiped everyone's memory of him away. instead, you found him.

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, mild fluff and comedy

warnings / includes ; lots of feels crammed into this, peter is a flustered mess, reader is an insanely smart kid of tony’s, mentions of may and the rest of the spidey gang :(

main masterlist.

Ever since Peter had asked Strange to wipe the entire world’s memory of him, things had been… uneventful to say the least. He studied, he worked two boring jobs for a low minimum wage, and he visited May’s grave every afternoon. 

There wasn’t much else to do when nobody knew him as Peter Parker. 

Sometimes, he’d go out in his itchy, make-shift spider suit that he’d fashioned with bright fabrics from a corner store that also sold his most favorite orange-flavored popsicles, stopping common crime as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Other than that… he slept. He played Crossy Road on his phone—or he’d rewatch the Star Wars movies for the billionth time. 

He thought of his best friends, Ned and MJ. He thought of his brothers, Peter 2 and 3. He thought of his Aunt May, and Happy, who visited her grave almost as frequently as he did. He thought of the closest thing he had to a father figure, Tony Stark. He thought of Mr. Stark’s oldest kid—which he used to refer to as his significant other. 

The love of his life. 

Y/N Stark.

Peter missed you. He missed you more than anything in the entire world. He missed your wide smile and the specific way you’d throw your head back and laugh so hard you’d be grabbing onto his arm, gasping for breath. He missed how you’d press your chest into his back and kiss along his neck while he did his physics homework, quietly mumbling corrections to his calculations when he’d distractedly scribbled down the wrong formula. He missed how Mr. Stark would pull him to the side to give him the ‘Responsible Dad Talk’ just about every time the two of you hung out together, and how you’d have to tell your dad that you could make your own decisions and you didn’t need him to hover over the two of you.

Besides, you used to say with a soft smile, it’s Peter. You know Peter. He’s… he’s Peter. He’d never hurt me, pops.

But he did hurt you. He erased all the memories you had together—he completely wiped himself out of your life.

You loved him—and he had taken that away from you. 

“I love you,” you had whispered into him as you hugged him tight, a tear slipping down the corner of your misty eyes. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and held you all the closer. “Come back to me, Peter. Or… or I swear to fucking God—I’ll find you myself and—” 

Your words died on your tongue as he surged forward and kissed you, hard and desperate. The kiss tasted of salt from your tears, of coppery blood from his throbbing, split lip. Neither of you cared.

You hiccupped a sob when he reluctantly pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your grimy forehead, before letting you go entirely. He turned before he could see you crumpling into MJ and Ned, who had roped you into a pained embrace, your shoulders trembling with wracking cries. 

That was five months ago. Five months after Strange wiped everybody’s memories of him.

He’d wanted to find you again—he really did. Obviously, you were an extremely busy person, not only being the oldest kid of Tony Stark, but also a genius student, a researcher, the heir of an entire company, and an older sibling to Morgan. But, if he was completely honest, he didn’t really know what to say.

Hey, I’m Peter Parker and I’m in love with you, but I never got the chance to tell you because this wizard that’s sort of a friend of your dad’s erased everyone’s memory of me because the multiverse broke and a bunch of bad guys from other universes slipped into ours because I ruined my friend’s chances of getting into their dream college—

Yeah. That wouldn’t really work out, would it?

So he put it off. 

Put it off for a week, which rolled into two, which became three, which became three months.

All of a sudden, it was summer, and he still hadn’t seen you. 

He made sure to go to the coffee shop MJ worked at, just to see how she and Ned were faring. From what he heard while he eavesdropped—they were doing great at MIT. 

Peter tried his best to keep up with you through those news articles that kept flashing him ads like You Wouldn’t Believe What This Celebrity Looks Like Without Makeup! or Learn All About Steve Rogers’ Exercise Routine! 

There wasn’t much that he could find about you, other than a couple pictures of you with your little sister, Morgan, chowing down on cheeseburgers at McDonald’s. After all, you’d always been a rather private person, which was the one jarring difference between you and your infamously public father. 

Your social medias were, expectedly, all privated. Peter doubted you’d accept his follow request, anyway.

It was an ordinary Tuesday—Peter had a shift at a car garage in a couple hours, which left him quite a bit of time to burn. He had ACDC softly playing in the background—a band that both you and your dad had been completely infatuated with—half a dozen books spread out around him as he multi-tasked studying new chemical compounds for his web fluid, and rotational mechanics for an upcoming exam. 

Then, much to his surprise, the doorbell rang. 

It’s probably the landlord, Peter thought with a grimace, thinking of the old woman who always had a cigarette between her coarse fingers, despite her own strict policy of no smoking in the building. He turned the music down to a low thrum, before swinging the door open.

And… there you were.

Peter could feel his heart drop to the floor.

You were… God, you were beautiful. There wasn’t much about you that changed—you got a new pair of glasses, he could see, and you’d cut your hair shorter. There was a tattoo peeking slightly out of your loose-hanging t-shirt etched over your skin, depicting a sketch of an arc reactor, in memory of your late father. 

Besides that, you were the very same. The same bright, intelligent eyes, the same lips that puckered ever so slightly to the side in thought, and the same brows that knitted together whenever you were concentrating. 

Your hands were shoved into your jeans as you cocked your head, studying him with narrowed eyes.

“Erm,” Peter started, mouth opening and closing as his brain struggled to comprehend that you were here. In the flesh. Fuck, you were gorgeous. “Wh… Y/N?”

Your eyebrow arched high up, closer to your hairline. “First name basis already, huh?”

“I’m—”

“You’re the Spiderling, aren’t you?” you asked abruptly, nearly giving him whiplash. Before he could say anything else, you were swiping your phone open, a hologram of a Youtube video playing right in front of his face. The video displayed Spider-Man swinging from building to building, stopping a car from ramming into an elderly woman crossing the street with nothing but brute strength. Peter didn’t even remember that happening. To him, that was just an ordinary day. “That must’ve been, what—like, thirty-five hundred pounds, about fifty miles an hour? Impressive.”

“Wh—”

You brushed past him into his tiny apartment. Peter cursed himself for not throwing away the pizza boxes stacked on his kitchen counter, and for leaving his sketches of web shooters out on his desk. 

A small smile graced your lips as you spotted the blue and red scrap fabrics discarded into the trash can. “Hm. You make your own suit? My dad did, too. God—are those goggles?” You picked up his vision goggles from his unmade bed, peering through them as you snorted in amusement. “How on earth do you see anything though these?”

“I—”

You turned to him with an intrigued grin. “I’m sure you already know who I am, seeing as you knew my dad. It’s nice to finally meet you, Spiderling.”

Peter blinked. The overwhelming sense of deja vu washed over him like a tidal wave—you were behaving eerily similar to when Mr. Stark had approached him to go to Germany back in 2016.

“I… how…”

“What’s your name?” you asked, gingerly stepping over his textbooks to stare at his pinboard, where his calendar hung. 

“Peter,” he finally mumbled in reply, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “And it’s Spider-Man, not Spiderling. What are you doing here? I mean, not that I don’t want you here, but, uhm—how did you find me?”

You looked over your shoulder with a knowing glint to your eyes. “I keep tabs on everybody my dad used to work with. Honestly, it wasn't too difficult to track you down—given the radius of where Spider-Man usually frequents and his response times to local crimes, it was easy to pinpoint where you lived. After my AI ran a couple voice recognition tests and estimated bodily proportions, that led me right to you.” You leaned against his rickety wooden desk with a curious grin. “Thought you’d be a bit older, though. Looks like you’re around my age.”

“I… that’s… wow.”

Wrinkling your nose in amusement, you turned back to his full calendar. 

Peter prayed you wouldn’t flip over to your birthday month—he’d circled your birthday with bright red sharpie and drew loopy hearts all over the little square. Thankfully, you stopped skimming through, pausing at the relatively empty weeks where he had nothing planned other than a few work shifts.

“Looks like you’re free from school in a couple weeks,” you said. “I know this is really sudden and very abrupt of me, but—I’d love to offer you a job at Stark Labs. You must be crazy smart to design synthetic webs with a Young’s modulus that’s off the charts. Could really use that brain of yours at my company. Plus, you’ve got a lot of work experience in the bag.” 

There was a beat of silence. Peter stared at you with parted lips. 

A bit more timidly, you added on, “And… it’d be nice to work with someone that knew my dad.”

Well, Peter didn’t want to brag, but he’d definitely say that he didn’t only just know Tony Stark. But you didn’t need to know that right at this moment. 

“Yes,” he blurted out, a bit louder than necessary. “Are you kidding me? That’s… that’s amazing! Yeah, oh my God, I’d love to! Thank you!”

Before he could stop himself, his body moved out of pure muscle memory and excitement, stepping forward to wind his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. Your familiar perfume made his eyes well with tears—fuck, he missed you so fucking much.

“Oh—” you began to say, muscles tensing. “Okay, then. You’re welcome, pal.”

Rouge flushed hotly over his cheeks as he realized that you weren’t his significant other anymore—in your mind, this was the first time the two of you were meeting. Quickly, he let you go, backing away with a grimace. 

“Sorry,” he winced. “Sorry, I just—”

“Have we met before?” you asked, cutting him off. “I don’t know… it just feels like… nevermind. I’d probably remember a cute face like yours.” 

Peter’s face burned an even brighter shade of red. 

“Here’s my contact information. I’ll send you any contracts, NDAs, legality issues, dates for any research projects you might be interested in joining, payment negotiations, all that jazz,” you told him, placing a card onto his desk. “I look forward to working with you, Patrick.”

“Peter,” he corrected.

A smile played with the corner of your lips. “Right. Peter. Nice music taste, by the way. I love ACDC—I can see why my dad liked you so much.” 

With that, you ambled over his scattered belongings on the floor, flashing him one last beam, before striding straight out the door. 

Peter stared at the open doorway for a minute—or was it an hour? He really couldn’t tell. 

He collapsed into his bed, the goggles you’d dangled digging into his back. He arched up just enough to pull it away, clutching it to his chest with a goofy smile.

You found him. 

Against all odds, you’d found him.

Fuck, Peter loved you so much.

Telling you though—now that was a different story entirely. One that Peter knew was going to take time. 

But for you… 

He’d wait centuries.

[traincat]

I know you haven't been following Zeb Wells run because you love yourself and you are a beautiful human being, but I know you saw that leak.

And sis, fuck it, just let Miles be Amazing Spider-Man. This whole Peter Parker thing? Tank that shit. Years ago, you suggested this and I, an avid Miles Morales fan, disagreed, but now...Norman Osborn is the good guy and genius now, Ned Leeds is happily married to the woman he abused with a kid, and apparently someone cloned Gwen Stacy to sleep with her best friend's father in a some twisted bed trick and I AM SO FUCKING DONE!

No, I am sick of the misogyny of these past three writers. I was sick when you had "Superior" Spock beat down Felicia Hardy and it being touted as "cool" and how awesome Otto was while he objectified and leered at Mary Jane in Peter's body or used Peter's memories with Mary Jane as his own porn take. I was sick of Cindy Moon being used as a glorified Axe Commercial power fantasy of Peter being oh so irresistible that she can't keep her hands off of him and some twisted Asian fetish! I am sick of a writer stating MJ has no real value as a love interest to Peter because she doesn't care about real things! I am sick of the background routine violence of different variances of sexual assault such as Michelle Rodriguez getting assaulted by Chameleon because she thought it was Peter, Anna Marie getting assaulted by SpOck because she thought it was Peter and after the fact still fancying the guy who tricked her, Betty Brant getting impregnated by the clone of her abusive husband because what is the point of being a woman in Spider-Man if you aren't sleeping with Peter and not married?

You kill Kamala Khan? Sure, it's to bring her back as a mutant but you do it in Peter's book? Yes, Kamala Khan, famously known as Spider-Man character, dies in a plotline that had nothing to do with her. Peter has no connection to her. And you fridged her? For Peter's angst?! While you have MJ and FUCKING Paul eloping in the background!? I am over this shit. Bring on Miles.

I was actually going to wait until "the most shocking issue ever" was released to catch up on Wells' run and then I saw the leaked spoilers and then Marvel confirmed the leaked spoilers and then there was no avoiding the leaked spoilers. And like to be completely fair I did not see this ending coming. I don't think even the most out there comic bookies had "Kamala Khan dies in a Spider-Man book" on the odds. It's just a completely ludicrous choice on every level, unless your only marketing strategy is to cause outrage.

It's sort of weird because up until this point I think my biggest complaint about this run wasn't unique to it specifically -- my complaints were things that the Spencer and Slott runs had also done, and to a lesser extent, mostly because of time restraints, the various short-lived Spider-Man tie-ins and events. (Beyond was a mess, and while Wells was leading it, there's multiple people to blame there.) It's all well and good that people are saying it took too long to reveal the bad guy of this storyline, because it did, but compared to the seventy issues it took them to reveal Kindred's identity, this has been fast-paced for modern Peter Spider-Man comics (which is a problem in and of itself). Like if I had to pick one Wells-specific complaint before this point, I'd have to say that the way he withholds information doesn't actually serve his storytelling -- it makes readers frustrated, not intrigued, to be confronted by things like Paul and MJ's mystery kids. It's similar to how there was obviously something wrong with Ben Reilly in Beyond, but the story took far too long to reveal what it was. I think the flash forward in Amazing Spider-Man and questions like "what did Peter do" hurt it far more than it helped to build up any sort of reader curiosity. It doesn't help that those storylines ultimately don't lead anywhere, it's just red herrings and desperate scrambling all the way down, but this time with Wells bringing up a storyline I best remember as "pretty boring" that he wrote in 2008. I genuinely don't believe anyone out there was asking for a The Last Nameless Day sequel. (Does anyone even remember The Last Nameless Day.)

And the "shocking ending" they've been teasing this entire time is killing Kamala Khan in a totally unrelated superhero's book with no catharsis and no meaning for the actual character, and framing Peter front and center on the cover of her announced memorial issue. It's deeply tasteless, stupid, and offensive, even more so because we know she'll almost definitely be brought back in a few months in time for the release of The Marvels movie. I had been kind of side-eyeing this run having Kamala intern for Norman Osborn, because she's a top ten character I want Norman to stay away from, and that they did that with the intent most likely of killing her off all along is just so tasteless. And you're right, the misogyny in the recent years has gotten really out of control, even as they try to spackle over it with girl powers moments you can crop down to a single panel, recirculate around social media, and feel good about devoid of context. There's been a lot of fridgings (Mattie Franklin, Ashley Kafka, Marla Jameson) but they were all of Spider-Man characters. If Marvel has a headlinining, incredibly popular, marginalized teen girl character, and they're going to kill her off for shock value or to reset her powers in keeping with the movies or whatever, they should at least have the grace to do it in her own book and not in a highly criticized Spider-Man run. It's clear these problems are going way higher on the Marvel ladder.

I would rather they kill Peter 100%! And this has nothing to do with the "twist ending" because it definitely wouldn't fix that, but I really do think at this point that the only way to fix a lot of the damage that's been done to Peter Spider-Man on such a deep level is to kill him for a few years. Like at least five. It'll give some purpose to the endless amounts of spinoff books (who was asking for a Red Goblin Normie Osborn spinoff) and provide enough time for things to settle enough for a soft reset.

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[chaoticparker]

The Project

Peter parker x f!reader

Summary: Peter really wants to ask you out but he’s not sure if he can, but when you two get partnered for a project, he just has too. 

w/c: 2.1k

w: lots of inner dialogue??? other then that its all fluff

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Peter bounced his legs against the floor of the small classroom as he waited for the teacher to hand back the quiz. He needed to get an A on this quiz, he had to. He glared over to you behind him in the back of the classroom, looking almost as anxious as he did while you were talking to your friend in the desk next to you. When his teacher stopped at the front of his desk, she smiled nicely before putting his test face down. He snatched the quiz and looked in the top right corner of the paper.

20/20

A small ‘yess’ passed his lips as he smiled. He turned, trying his best to not look suspicious, right as Ms.Locke set your paper down, “good job, y/n.”

How did you get a good job when all he got was a smile with his 100%? 

You politely smiled back and checked your test, an excited smile stretching across your lips that Peter could never get enough of. Your friend mumbled something—Peter wasn’t listening to her—and you showed your test. 

21/20

Peter quickly turned back around just as the teacher got to the front of the classroom and started explaining the next project. But his mind was still stuck on you. 

How could you get an extra point? How could you do better than him in chemistry? It’s even his best class--he is even fucking working at Stark labs, so how come you could do better than him?

He sighed as he looked at the board, trying to change his focus back to class. But of course, the little voice in his head kept going back to you. 

Don't get him wrong, it was annoying. He didn't like the fact that someone was better than him. But he weirdly liked it when you did better in something, he admired your intelligence a little too much he is willing to admit. You made him want to be better; it was exciting—so how could a small crush not form?

“…Peter and Y/n, Betty and Lucy…” Peter’s ears perked up. He was partnered with you? He turned back around to face you, eyes still wide as you looked back at him with a small wave, pursing your lips. 

“You have the weekend to finish this; it's due Monday. Let me know if you have any questions.” The bell rang just after she finished speaking. Everyone started to collect their things and then left for their next class, all while talking with their partners about meeting up on when to finish the project. 

“Hey Peter.” You appeared next to him so suddenly it made him jump. 

“Hi-“ He choked out, suddenly the hallway was getting a bit too crowded and warm for his taste. 

“Are you okay there? You're getting all red in the face.” You noted with a playful tone. 

“Shut up.” His embarrassment made him blush even harder, making you laugh even harder. 

You sighed before getting back on track. “Anyways Peter, I was thinking about after class today at your house to start working on the project, I have a couple of ideas already. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible since I have work this weekend.”

The blush somehow became more inflamed after you finished. It was cute. You decided not to comment on it, you already teased him enough for today, and you didn’t want to start the partnership off on a bad note, especially since it’s Peter. 

“Yeah, that's fine. Where do you want to meet-”

“Sorry my class is down here, I’ll text you.” You split up and walked down the corridor leaving Peter standing there amongst the wave of students pushing and shoving past each other. But Peter just stood there watching you leave...you have his number? It’s probably just from a group chat that you got it, but still, you kept it?

He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face.

“I know you say you’re attracted to intelligence, but you were totally checking out her ass.” Ned spoke out next to Peter, he got red again while shaking his head.

“What? No, I wasn’t t-that's weird and creepy.” Peter defended himself. Starting to walk away to his and Ned's next class.

“Mhm, and then what were you doing? Daydreaming?” Ned joked. 

“Uh, yeah. Just daydreaming about-”

“Her ass?”

“NO! God, Ned, when did you start acting all-all horny all of a sudden?” Peter whispered.

“I dunno, probably around the same time you started staring at Y/n’s ass.”

“I wasn’t staring at her ass!” Peter abruptly yelled as they entered the next class. Everyone stared at Peter, making him bite his lip and lower his head. “I was not staring at her ass.” He whispered to Ned as they sat down at their table. 

“Yeah sure, but why were you talking with her anyways?” Ned asked. “I thought you didn't have the nerve to ask her out yet.”

“I’m just planning.”

“Nah man, I think you're just intimidated.” Ned interrupted him. “I bet you like it when she does better than you on a test.” He said matter-of-factly.

Peter groaned and put his hands on his face. “Please stop teasing me, Ned, she already teased me enough today.”

 “I bet you like it when she teased you-”

 “I swear Ned if you don’t shut up-” A faint buzz distracted Peter from his train of thought and he quickly grabbed his phone from his bag. A faint smile stretched across his face as he saw the notification, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Who is that?” Ned questioned.

Peter sweetly smiled. “She texted me.” He simply said. The message was simple, saying you would meet him outside from the main entrance of the building, but Peter felt weirdly excited for it. Of course he was disappointed he would be missing out on some patrol, but he was weirdly excited for the project.

 And he was nervous, extremely nervous. 

Throughout the class, Peter was just waiting to spend time with you. He couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to be like, what you were going to be like. It ashamed Peter that he hasn’t really gotten a chance to meet you, of course you had your little interactions, but you both never hung out. You’ve sat at the same lunch table in middle school, but you were always on the other end with Mj and Betty, gossiping about who knows what. Occasionally noticing your eyes catching his. 

When the final bell rang, Peter sprinted out of his seat and to the exit. Ned should say something incoherent, but Peter doesn't care, he only hopes it wasn’t rude. 

 He ended up being the first one out of the building, waiting for you by the door, hands in his pockets and eyes glued to the people pushing and shoving each other out of the building. 

 His eyes eventually landed on you—how could they not? He saw you with the same friend in your chem class, shoving and playfully teasing you. He heard your voice saying to shut up, but not what your friend were saying. 

 Your eyes met and you walked over to Peter right after you waved goodbye to your friend. 

 “Hey, you ready?” You asked. Peter just nodded, not trusting himself to talk, as you headed into the streets of New York.  “How was your last period?”

You’re interested in how his day is? “It was nice, normal english stuff, I have it with Ned which is fun.”

“That’s good, I remember you and Ned being really close back in Middle School.” You remember his friends? “He was in my history class and we would always be partners, talked about you a lot, no wonder you guys are best friends.”

Oh, you remember Ned’s friends. Not his friends.

“How was your last class?” Good, keep the conversation going. 

“Boring, I have Bio and the teacher literally has no idea how to teach the class.” You groaned. “Practically a self taught class.”

“Yeah, well, I bet you’re acing it.” Peter smiled, looking back to you to admire your face. 

“I guess, I help some of the other kids in my class since I have the highest grade in the class—“ Of course. “—so they pay me to tutor them, easy money but it’s such a pain.” You dramatically sighed and Peter laughed. 

“In my math class I help some kids too, but they don’t pay me…”

“Calc 3 isn’t an AP though, AP bio kids are desperate.” You laughed. “You took it last year though, can’t imagine taking it then.”

“You’re one to talk, didn’t you take calc 3 last year? I should be asking how you took it last year.” 

Peter and you ended up in front of his apartment building and he opened the door for you, then quickly caught up to you to press the up button for the elevator. 

 “I can push a button and open a door, you know.” You joked, slightly nudging him. 

 Peter felt the all too familiar blush coat his cheeks again. “Well, you know…” Think, Peter, think. “I read an article that said like 30 percent of people in the world don’t wash their hands and if 6 percent of people in the world live in New York, about 0.02% of New Yorkers don’t wash their hands. So you can never be too careful.” 

The elevator door dinged and you both entered, Peter of course, pressing the button to his level. 

“And I just like being a gentleman.” Peter high-fived himself for the little flirting, and had to make sure that he told Ned about it. 

“You better not just be flirting so I end up doing all of the work.” You joked, but Peter got nervous. 

 “What? No! I would never-”

 “Pete it’s okay, I’m just teasing.” The elevator door dinged just as Peter let out a sigh of relief, but he also almost shit himself, Pete, you might as well make out with him in this very elevator. 

 “Speaking of work I had a couple of ideas for the project.” You segued into the whole reason you two were here together, walking out of the elevator and why Peter was unlocking his door right now. “I was thinking about focusing on the chemicals dumped into the shipping bay and how it reacts with everything else.”

 Peter nodded his head, fumbling with his key but eventually doing it right and opening the door. “That sounds good, I actually have some samples from the bay that we could use too. I doubt  the data the docks are putting out is right.”

 “How’d you get that?” You calmly asked as you looked around his apartment, seeing various pictures with an older woman, one who shared similarities to him, that must be his aunt. 

 Peter, on the other hand, was freaking out right now. 

 He only collected those samples for a Spider-man ‘mission’; he was just going to blackmail those companies to stop them from dumping chemicals, but how could he tell you that?

“Oh, uh, I was just... bored.” Peter mumbled. “Anyways, we can work in here.” Peter showed you to his room. And as quickly as Peter moved on from the last topic, you just as quickly got started on the project. 

 And before you knew it, a couple hours had passed and you were almost done with everything. 

 “I should probably get home soon, it’s getting dark.” You said suddenly, causing Peter to jump. He looked at the clock and saw it was getting late, really late even.

 “Do you need me to walk you home?” He offered with a smile. He helped you gather your bag and all of your supplies, just trying to be a gentleman as he put it.

 “No, I think I’ll be okay, I’m actually just down the street.” He walked you to the door, but he didn’t want you to go. 

 “Is there something else you want to ask me, Pete.” Fuck, that name, please kiss me already.

 “Oh,” you can do it Peter come on. “Would you like to, y’know, go out sometime?”

 You smiled and could see the blush appearing on his cheeks, he looked so perfect. “I’d love to, Pete.”

 “Great, so I could pick you up or-” 

You leaned in and put your hand on his face, cupping his cheek. You hesitated, subtly asking if he was okay with it, and he leaned forward and kissed you. It was a nice kiss, sweet, simple, but oh-so perfect. 

 When you parted, his blush had gotten much more noticeable, and so much cuter. “Or we could do that again.”

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Spider Studded Reunion ♥️ | T.M No Way Home miniseries P.4 (Finale)

Contains major spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

Read part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x Black Cat!reader (past romance), Andrew!Peter Parker (platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Peter Parker (platonic), Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Max Dillion, Curt Connors, Flint Marko, May Parker MJ Watson, Ned Leeds, Doctor Strange.

Content warnings: major angst, slight fluff. Sadness (sorry if I made you cry), mentions of death & graphic depictions of major character death. violence, blood & profanity. Spoilers for SMNWH | female reader (she/her) | this is very long (5k-7k words I’m talking)

Black Cat PS4 theme | Tobey!Spider-Man theme | Black Cat PS4 suit

Premise: ‘He was a glimpse from her stolen future, and she was a memory of his past.’ In a bittersweet conclusion to a day full of destruction and tragedy, the three Peters are reunited with old friends turned foes in a climatic battle to end chaos to the multiverse. For one reunion, the moment itself is just as emotional as when he first discovered she was one of the many lost souls to reappear. The question remained, will her fate be set in stone? Or did the course of the future change with the birth of a new reality?

Note: This is NOT in association w/ my Tobey!Spider-Man x Black Cat!reader saga. This is an alternate work where instead of the path they had in those series, Y/n ended up becoming a villain & the final member of the NWH Sinister Six. This was so fun to write and I’m actually crying a bit at the fact I finished another Tobey!Spider-Man work. Plus this fucking part just pulled at my heart stings I was a mess while finishing it. I have a soft spot for Black Cat/Felicia Hardy so all of these stories have been fun to write. Hope you guys enjoy this final installment! (Also, I didn’t know the exact date of the events of Spider-Man 3, so I just winged the date.)

My favorite quotes I wrote in this chapter: “Your eyes always spoke a thousand words when you were unable to find your voice”

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“Eddie, stop. This needs to end now.”

“Well now look who has a sudden change of heart,” the deranged man spat, eyes full of rage when he saw the black suited woman standing several feet away. “I shouldn’t be surprised—your little soft spot for Parker would eventually blind you. Just wish your timing could’ve been better.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, aware of Peters attention on her. She didn’t know how he was looking at her, deciding to ignore him and focus her attention on Eddie holding a very sharp piece of metal. “I made a mistake—and you will too. This needs to end—now, Eddie! Let him go!” The plead in her voice made his heart skip a little, nerves starting to tingle.

Eddie scoffed, letting his head tilt. “After the hurt he caused you, you really want me to let him go? I thought you wanted this, L/n?”

“I did—I did,” her eyes were apologetic when she glanced at her former lover. “But I was wrong—a-and I can’t let you do this. I still love him, Eddie—.”

“Love!?” He shouted in fury, “Love is the reason?! He took Gwen from me—and he threw you to the trash for MJ.” Eddie knew he was getting under her, the tense look in her face told him so. The laugh he let out made her more angry, “This won’t change how he feels for you. If anything I’m doing you a favor.” Y/n just shook her head in denial.

“That thing is controlling you and we’re better—you’re better than this. You’ll regret it once it’s over. Please don’t do this.”

“No can do, kitty-cat,” Eddie tsked, tone full of mock, “Unlike you, I’m sticking to the plan.”

Y/n let her claws extract from her gloves, eyes narrowed in determination at the challenging glint from Eddie Brock, “Then I guess I’ll have to show what happens when you mess with the Cat.”

Webbed up and unable to assist Y/n, Peter watched helplessly as the woman he loved and cared for—despite the pain they had caused each other, fight Eddie in the form of the symbiote. He was aware of the strength Eddie would have and it scared him seeing how Y/n was barely able to keep up.

Cuts covered her face, bruises from each blow. Y/n was using her claws to scratch at his flesh, but the symbiote formed back with ease with each tear. She used a pole to smack Eddie away, giving enough time to jump on his shoulders like a cat and flip them to the ground.

“Y/n!!” Peter screamed when she was thrown into the drywall. Struggling against the restraints, Peter wanted nothing more to help her. His fear grew by the seconds watching Eddie overpower her. Blood painted her face, staining her stark white hair and although she was able to dodge several of his attacks, anytime she landed a blow to the creature it didn’t seem to faze it.

At one point Peter could tell she was using her ability to alter the probability field—because Eddie/the symbiote had rubble from the level above fall on him. Y/n took the chance to run at Peter, out of breath and holding her side from the broken ribs she was sure she had.

“Y-ou need—you need to get out of here, spider,” she started to pull at one of the webs, trying to break it free despite the weakness she was feeling. “I-I’m sorry—I really am, but you need to go. Take MJ and get far away from this place.”

Peter pulled to help her free him, shaking his head at her words with pain lacing his tone, “No! No, Y/n, I’m not leaving you!” He couldn’t believe she was telling him to leave her there with that thing.

“There’s no time!” She shouted in distress, “He won’t stop a-and you need to get you both out of here—AHH!!” Neither had noticed Eddie escape the rubble and approach from behind. His hand wrapped around Y/ns hair, pulling her away from Peter who shouted for him to let her go.

“Y/N!” He screamed with wide eyes when Eddie dragged her to the edge of the construction site. “Eddie stop!! Let her go—t-this is between me and you!! Okay? Just let her go and kill me like you want!!” Y/n was fighting against the hash grip, but Peter could tell she was growing weak from the blood loss and broken bones after pushing all her strength earlier.

“Argh—Eddie, please!!” She pleaded, feeling his hand move from her hair to her neck—her feet trying to keep up with his fast pace. “L-let me go!” She tried bitting his wrist, but it didn’t work—he only cursed and tightened his grip on her. Panic filled her when they reached the edge, Eddie switching the position so his arm was holding her against him and one hand was gripping her head roughly.

Peters tingling was so overwhelming it was causing him to struggle against the restraints with all his might. He could see Y/n had a grappling hook so if she was thrown over then she’d be able to catch herself. But something in his gut scared him she wouldn’t get the chance to.

Not with the way Eddie was holding her.

Y/ns eyes met his and the entire world seemed to stop around them. It was like they were the only two to exist. A feeling they had countless times in the past couple years. “Y/n,” he weakly said, “It’s going to be okay.”

They both tried to deny what was about to happen, praying it would all be a dream and when they woke the next morning they’d both be safe and sound.

But fate had other plans.

“You see, Parker,” The mask peeled away to reveal Eddies smug face. “We make decisions—unaware of what the consequences are. Y/n here knows that now,” he felt her struggle, but it was to no avail. He brought his hand up to her grip her neck, the other holding her head.

Peter felt his eye water, feeling helpless. The grip of the restraints was too strong, “D-don’t” his voice cracked, “don’t hurt her, Eddie. I beg you.” Y/ns own eyes had brimmed of tears, and she wanted her last image to be of the man she loved with all her heart and soul. She could see how devastated he was becoming, wishing with everything in him he was saving her.

All he wanted to tell her was in his face—no time for Peter to say the words. Everything he wanted to tell her he tried to convey in that one look. The regret, the sorrow, the love he felt for her. Y/n knew—she knew what he wanted to say. And she portrayed the same emotion for him.

Funny how their story would come to a tragic end.

“You’ll thank me one day, Parker.”

“DON’T!”

Y/n gave one last smile, “Peter, I love you—.”

*Crack* The noise echoed through the air, Peter becoming frozen when Eddie let his hands do the work. Y/ns neck was turned in a awkward angle following a sickening *crack* and her movements seized in Eddies arms. With a lazy push—keeping his eyes on Peter, Eddie had her body fall behind him.

“NOOOO!!!!” Peters scream could be heard all around—even stories below. It was broken and pained, matching the feeling of his heart break in two when Y/n fell through the air and out from his sight. The tears flowed from him like a waterfall—his shoulders moving from the countless sobs filling him.

He knew she was gone. There was no way she’s survive a fall that high with her state. Y/n was gone the minute Eddie moved his hands.

And this all became his sad reality when the chaos was over and Peter was holding her broken body in his arms. “I-I’m sorry, Y-y/n. I’m so so s-sorry,” he cried, kissing her forehead repeatedly through the torn portion of his mask around his lips. His fingers caressed her cheek, brushing away her stained hair. “C’mon, Cat. W-wake up,” he knew it was no use to plead to her, but his heart was begging him to.

He didn’t care about the crowds of people around the barrier—staring at him with solemn expressions. Nor did he care about the flashes from cameras. All he cared about was the woman he was holding. Wishing nothing more than for her to open her beautiful eyes and prove it was all a nightmare.

“I love you, Y/n,” he sobbed into her ear. “I-I love you, please wake up. Please come back to me, baby.” There was no movement, no sound. Nothing. Y/ns skin had paled, the blood drying around her head and the bruising on her neck becoming dark.

New York’s Black Cat didn’t have nine lives as many thought. Only one, which she gave up for her love of it’s friendly neighborhood vigilante.

Peter placed one last kiss to her forehead, his tears coating her skin. “I’m so sorry, Yn.”

Spider-Man had failed. For the first time in a long time, Peter Parker had failed someone he loved. The Black Cat was dead—his Y/n was dead. And it was all his fault.

“Hey man, you okay?” The memory disappeared from Peter when he felt a gentle shake of his shoulder. The tall version of him was looking at him with concern. “You’ve been dazed for awhile. Everything good?”

“Y-yeah, yeah,” he shrugged, fiddling with his mask in his hand. “—I-I’m fine, just thinking you know.” The tall Peter gave an expression like he understood.

“Yeah-yeah I get it,” he nodded with a tight mouth, “You’re thinking about her, huh?” The older man didn’t have to answer him, knowing all too well the feeling.

Ever since the younger version of himself had revealed Peter (2)s former lover was in his universe, the older Peter had been feeling all types of emotions. Pain, sadness, regret. There was also anxiety at how he will react if he sees her.

When they first met the young Spider-Man on top of the school roof, they spoke of losing loved ones. Something they all had in common. “My uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault,” he spoke with tears eyes. “A-and it was also my fault, w-when someone I really loved died.” There was a change in the younger Peters face, but unbeknownst to the older man, it was because of a certain someone he’s become aquatinted with.

Could it be?

“I lost—I lost Gwen,” The taller Peter went on to say, “my um—she was my MJ. I couldn’t save her.” The younger Peter saw how the older one flinched at the tall ones words. His suspicions were slowly coming true. “I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on—tried to um—tried to keep going. Tried to keep being the—t-that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, because I know that’s what she would’ve wanted. At some point I just,” he paused to sniff, “I stopped pulling my punches. I got rage full. I got bitter.” The man was trying to keep himself together, but the emotion was becoming overwhelming as he finally said, “I-I just don’t want you to end up like me.”

“The night Ben died,” the attention was now on the older version of Peter. “—I hunted down the man who I thought did it. I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted, it didn’t make it better.” His eyes fell as the next memory played in his head, “It took me a long time to get though that darkness. And when years passed a-and then she—.” He stopped himself, bringing a shaky hand up to catch a fallen tear. “When I lost Y/n, that darkness came back—more so than ever. Even after I killed the man responsible, it didn’t change the fact she was gone.”

“Y/n…” the younger Peter whispered making the older man freeze, especially when he added, “The Black Cat.” The teens behind him were also in shock, all three realizing this was in fact the Peter who lost Y/n. The one she protected.

“W-what,” his voice shook, “How—how do you know that?” The taller Peter was confused at first by the older mans tone, but when he saw the look on the younger Peters face it all made sense.

The trio all appeared sympathetic, the young Peter being the most, “She’s here—in this world. She—she got pulled the day she was supposed to die.” His eyes fell to the ground when he thought back to the nights events, “I don’t know what happened to her, I-I’m sorry.” There was sadness in him seeing the look he was receiving from the older Peter.

“What do you mean?” He asked in fear, his heart racing as he stared at the boy for answers. The younger Peter had looked like he wanted to cry—which only sparked more dread.

“Norman.” The name had made all the air leave Peter (2). He as sure the others could hear how fast his heart was pounding, the tears soaking his eyes. Peter (1) went on to explain, “She fought like hell against him—nearly overpowered him trying to save me.” This is what the teen didn’t want. That feeling of guilt if he ended up facing her Peter if she hadn’t made it out. He still didn’t know though what happened to her. “Y/n almost had him, but he threw her out the window—,” he stopped when he saw the man flinched, turning his head away like he didn’t want to hear anymore.

Peter (1) then remembered what he was saying was exactly to how Y/n had died in his timeline. The exact same way. She fought someone stronger than her to save him. Then she was overpowered, killed and thrown out the building right in front of him. The teen couldn’t even imagine what the older man must’ve been feeling.

“Please, don’t tell me if she—.”

“I don’t think she did!” The teen shouted with a hand raised, “She wasn’t on the ground, Peter.” The man returned his gaze to him, confused yet full of hope. “I think she’s okay—pretty banged up because Norman did a number on her—.”

“But she’s alive?” His tone was full of plead. A breath of relief left him when the teen nodded.

“I think so. I didn’t see her body at the bottom—I’m sorry,” he apologized when both the Peters reacted to the words. It was then he realized the taller Peter most likely had a similar experience with Gwen. “I-I’m sorry. But if she was gone then she would’ve been laying there—a-and I didn’t see her, Peter.”

The older man wiped at his face, his shoulders falling from how tense they were as his body swarmed with all types of emotions. There was relief and hope Y/n was alive, but in her condition Peter was scared. Especially with what the younger version of himself was telling him.

After everything was settled on the rooftop and they got to work on the cures in the lab, Peter (2) couldn’t help but let his mind wonder. The memories he had pushed back all those years ago started to reply like a movie. It had been hard in the months following Y/ns death, even in the years after. He had pushed Mj away despite her advances because not only was he dealing with the loss of his former love, but also his best friend Harry.

Like the taller Peter had said earlier, he also felt rage full and bitter. Being New Yorks Spider-Man took a toll on him because he was no longer had his most trusted ally and partner. Of course he knew Y/n would want him to continue, but he couldn’t for some time. No matter how much time had passed—or that he managed to make things work with MJ, he would never forgive himself for Y/ns death.

He would always have a piece of his heart dedicated to her.

In the lab, he helped the younger Peter finish the probability necklace for the version of Y/n, the two high-fiving when they successfully complete the cure. Peter (2) had to remind himself throughout that this was not his Y/n anymore. Of course she was from his world, but in the past.

Aware of the concept of time and reality, Peter was for sure a new reality would form where this version of Y/n would get to live the life she deserved. The new reality would make a past version of him get to have her. All she had to do was not intervene against Eddie when she got back. Better yet, if Y/n was returning days after then it would be as if she were never there. Peter hoped for the second option more. It was a better chance for her to have her second chance.

They may not have happily ever after in this reality, but at least the Spider would have his Cat.

Now he was standing on Liberty Island fully suited in the late hours of the night with the two Peters. The taller of the two knew more than anything what he was feeling. Yes, all three had lost loved ones—family members, but the two oldest unfortunately shared the same loss of a lover.

“You can talk about it you know,” Peter (3) said aloud, catching the older mans attention once more. “You’re not going to upset me by doing so.”

Despite the reassurance, Peter (2) still felt it wasn’t his place too. He wasn’t as lucky as him—getting to see the woman he once loved again. “I-I don’t—I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Might as well get it off your chest man. We don’t know if she’ll even show up so why not?”

“It’s just—,” Peter (2) sighs, glancing at the probability necklace he webbed up just moments prior, “—I-I don’t know what I’m going to say. There’s so much I want too—that I didn’t get to the day she—,” he stopped, not wanting to say the word which the man understood. “It’s hard to know she’s here in the world—that I-I might possibly get the chance to see her, but then that will be it. We’ll be sent home to the times we were pulled, and I lose her all over again. It’s almost like I don’t want to see her,” Peter frowns, turning to look at his alternate self. “I know that sounds horrible to say.”

“No-no, I get what you’re saying,” a hand comes in a slow wave. “You don’t want to subject yourself to seeing her when you know it will be the last time you do. Especially with how things ended between you two—and with what happened to her.”

“Exactly,” There was a sigh of relief from Peter (2). Peter (3) just pats him on the shoulder, tilting his head in thought.

“But-but don’t you think it’s a second chance for you?” At the confused expression from his counterpart, he continues, “Think of it this way, you never got closure with Y/n. She was taken from you before you two could—even though you were at odds and things were hostile up until that last moment, you two still cared for each other. A-and you’ve spent the past decade wondering what you would’ve told her if you got the chance.

“Now you get that, Peter. You get to see her—alive and in the flesh, so why let that opportunity slide. To spare you the pain?” Peter (3) gives him a sympathetic smile, “Unfortunately we don’t get that in our life. We have to live with it.”

The words lingered in the air, settling into Peter (2) as he let his mind drift at the thought. The man was right, so right in fact he’d be a fool to not want to see her one last time. Get the closure he was deprived of. And let her have it as well.

“I’d give anything to see Gwen again,” there was a slight crack to the vigilantes voice, “You’re lucky— you get to see Y/n, even if it’s a past version of her and it will only be for a small moment. Maybe this will finally bring you both peace.”

There was a comforting pat to the older mans shoulder, the two Peters sharing a knowing look. “Thank you, Peter.”

“Anytime man,” There was a small sniff from Peter (3). “Plus, don’t you want to give her whatever it was you were writing? I-I didn’t mean to pry—b-but I saw you writing in the lab for a long time and assumed it was a letter to her. Sorry if I was wrong.”

A slight blush came to Peter (2)s cheeks, shaking is head, “No-no. You’re fine—I wasn’t writing to her—well I am going to give it to Y/n, but it’s for her to pass on.” That only made his counterpart confused.

“Wh-whhaatt—?”

“Alright guys focus up,” he was interrupted by the younger Peter, but all three felt a sudden tingling sensation. “You feel that?”

Peter (2) was the first to respond, “Yeah.” The taller Peter took a defensive stand, listening for anything out of the ordinary. Yellow lightening then filled the sky—thunder rumbling in its shadow.

“Sup, kid,” Max’s voice echoed from the pulsing energy radiating off him. He phased so he appeared out of thin air, arc reactor glowing bright on his chest. “How you like the new-new? Look, you give it to me—I’m gonna destroy it, and I’ll let you live.” Max stared down at him, menace in his gaze despite his ‘promise’ “Don’t make me a murderer, Peter.”

It was game time.

A long, tiring battle between the three Spider-Mans and three villains ensued with chaos erupting on Liberty Island. Max was at his prime power with the arc reactor, Flint had arrived manipulating a large swarm of sand, and Connors was as barbaric as usual in his lizard form.

The reunion between Max and Peter (2) was anything but heartfelt, with the electric man saying “you ain’t even the shit no more!” Yeah, Peter had his heart break at that.

The three realized they were not doing good trying to go against the villains individually. Their best interest was to chose one target at a time and work to cure them together. Max would be a hard one to start with, so Flint was their best option. After all, the man just wanted to go home. Curing him of his power was something he didn’t care about at first, nor did he care about helping the other villains.

Still they had to deal with Connors and Max while trying to isolate Flint away. Peter (2) took on that job to lead him into the stature, hoping to talk some sense in the man he had made amends with all those years prior. His stomach dropped when he first saw the sandman—remembering the last time they saw each other was the day Y/n and Harry died.

Peter had to shake off the feeling quickly, focusing on the task at hand. “Flint! We’re trying to help you!” He shot a web up to the top, pulling himself to a bar just as the sand started to conceal his feet. “Guys I’m at the top,” he shouted into the coms. “I need the cure! Argh—ah!” A hand full of sand pulled him back until he was fully emerged.

“I’m coming—I’m coming!!” Peter (1) raced up the side of the scaffold. At the same moment, Peter (3) kicked Connors off him and webbed him up to keep him still. “Just wait your turn, doc! I’ll be right back.” Picking the cure up from the ground, he jumped off the side to shoot two webs and catapult him to the top of the stature.

Max was following him, yellow bolts bouncing around and the Spider-Man threw the cure in the direction of his counterpart. Peter (1) jumped forward, catching the device and arming it before sending it to Peter 2s awaiting hand. Golden light filled Lady Libertys crown, and the large wave of sand dispersed allowing Peter 2 to finally breath.

The mask was removed from his face, the man taking deep intakes of are. Seeing movement in the corner, his eyes land on a large pile of sand which cave way and the human form of Flint Marko is revealed to Peter. He could see the scared look in the mans eyes as the sand left his body, skin taking over and spoke calmly, “It’s okay, Flint. We’re gonna get you home.”

That made two down, four to go.

“Just stay right here,” Peter orders before putting his mask back on and meeting the other two at the front of the crown. Max was projecting an enormous wave of energy with his electricity. It would be hard for them to get close. “How do we stop him?”

“I’ve never seen him this powerful,” Peter 3 calls from the side.

“It’s the arc reactor,” the teen explains, pointing at the glowing orb in the center of Max’s suit. “We’ve gotta get it off of him.”

The words only made Max angrier. “You’re not gonna take this away from me.” Peter 1 tried shooting a web to remove it, but Max simply cut the string away with a scoff. “That’s not gonna work.” The three only had seconds to react when Max shot a large bolt in their direction—completely destroying the crown of the statue.

“Okay we gotta do this up close,” Peter 1 ordered when they each landed separately, “Peter two go right—Peter three go left. On me!” They each jumped with the two older Peters shooting webs at Maxs arms to hold them away so Peter 1 could attempt to hit him head on. What he didn’t anticipate was for Max to shoot at him hands free, the voltage erupting from his chest and sending the boy flying back.

Peter 2 tried next, but was also sent flying. And when Peter 3 took his chance, well Max decided to not be kind. Instead of sending him back into the stature, Max held onto him with electric bolts. Pain reputed the vigilante and he was screaming as the fire burned through his veins.

To help his counterpart, Peter 1 tries to attack Max from behind, but when the man phases the teen hurdles to the bottom of the scaffold. A groan leaves him, and he pushes himself up to get back to the others—but becomes alarmed seeing Connors broke free from his bings and was heading straight toward his friends.

“Oh no. No-no-no.”

The other Peters were left on their own while he dealt with the lizard problem. The cure dropped from Peter 3s hands, the pain becoming too overwhelming for him to hand onto. Using a web to fling it toward him, Peter 2 caught it in his hand. As he went to jump towards Max however, the cure falls once again to the scaffold when a mechanical arm is wrapping around his torso mid-air.

Another one has Peter 3 in its grasp—making Peter 2 feel a chill up his spine. There was only one person he knew with those arms. One he thought had already been cured.

Otto Octavius emerged from behind Max, his eyes glaring at the two Peters in his hold. “Leave them,” he announced, “They’re mine.” Max however was not willing to give them up.

“I don’t need your help. I got it just fine.”

“Doctor Octavius, no,” Peters 2 voice came out in a plead. It always pained him to see Otto not in control of the A.I system he built—and part of him was saddened if they managed to gain control after Peter 1 had worked so hard to cure him.

Suddenly, the two Spider-Mans were stunned when a mechanical arm wrapped around Maxs torso. “What are you doing? Get off of me!” Then his voltage started to spark out, causing his eyes to widen. The sparks were flickering, like he was losing power over the arc reactor. “W-what?! What’s happening—what the hell is this?!”

Otto let go of the Spider-Mans, the two landing safely to the ground, but before either could grab the cure there was a flash of white hair sliding against the ground followed by a feminine giggle.

Peter 2 felt all the air leave him for the millionth time that night. He knew that giggle—it had been so long since he heard it.

As the cure made it’s way into her hand, Y/n pulled the trigger of her grappling hook in the direction of Ottos mechanical arm hovering above the one holding Max. She lifted off the ground, flipping in the air while holding tightly to the rope until she landed on the arm. All eyes watched as she crawled toward Max—obviously using her ability to distort his voltage. It put a smile on Peters 2 face—though no one could see because of his mask.

With another giggle—shifting her legs so she was handing upside down from the arm next to Max, Y/n removed the arc reactor in a victorious, “Lights out, Sparky.” The cure was on his chest, immediately going full power indicated by all lights turning green. Another giggle left the Cat, tossing the arc reactor to Otto who caught with it ease.

“There you go,” the man smiled, seeing the electricity drain from Max. He and Y/n shared a knowing look, the woman maneuvering herself so she was perched like a cat on the arm.

“Nice work, Doc.”

“As to you, dear girl.”

Smirking, Y/n crawled back along the limb—lifting herself up before doing an ariel flip and landing in a cat-like stance on the scaffold. There was a cheeky glint in her eye as she looked up at the scientist. “We make a pretty good team, Doc. Shame how things have to be the way they are.”

Otto chuckled, bringing his glasses down a bit to wink at her, “Maybe in another life, Y/n.” The woman bit her lip, fighting the smile until both of them ended up breaking with a laugh.

Oh if only.

Y/n stood, brushing off the dust from her new suit—one she had stolen after breaking into a pharmacy to get first aid supplies. Feeling a pain in her side now that the adrenaline had wore off, Y/n moved away from Otto to lean against a railing. While she did have some extent of accelerated healing, it wasn’t much when half your body is bruised and beaten from a showdown with the Green Goblin.

Y/n had nasty abrasions to her neck from being choked by her own rope, her lip was busted and she had a bandaged to her temple. She didn’t even want to think about the broken ribs she had. Honestly doing what she did just now may have worsened it, but when she saw Max and the cure right there she didn’t stop to think—Y/n just let her instincts take over.

Hell she didn’t even know her Peter was right there watching her the entire time.

A few minutes had passed with Y/n catching her breath to the side when she heard Otto start to speak. “The power of a sun.” Then there was a sound like someone landing on metal. Moments later her heart raced at a familiar voice finishing Ottos words.

“In the palm of your hand.”

“Peter?” Y/n eyes watered hearing the scientist say his name. Turning around, away from his eye since she was to the side in the darkly lit edge of the scaffold, Y/n kept herself together watching him remove his mask.

Instead of the young, boyish face of Peter Parker she had come to love, here stood an older, mature looking man. There were wrinkles by his eyes, slight bags beneath his lids indicating the time that had passed for Peter. He appeared in his early forties compared to the twenty three year old she left behind. Even his voice sounded older. Y/n had to bring a hand to her mouth to stop the sob when he replied, “Otto.”

The scientist was in disbelief, much like she was. “Oh it’s good to see you, dear boy.”

“It’s good to see you.”

Nerves filled Y/n, knowing she was about to have her chance to come face to face with this Peter. The future version she never got to see. The one who lost her.

Y/n didn’t even know if he’d even be happy to see her. Flint never went into too much detail about what took place after Eddie killed her, but she hoped he’d be as joyful like he was looking at Otto.

“You’re all grown up,” Otto comments, noticing the aging of the boy he once knew. He couldn’t help the small smile he had, “How are you?”

Y/n could see the thought in Peters head, making her smile when he eventually replies, “Tying to do better.” The two share a smile, and Y/n takes a deep breath. It was now or never for her.

With a hand to her side—trying to ignore the slight pain from her broken ribs, Y/n starts to walk in their direction. Her boots echoed with each step, causing them to turn in her direction. It was when she finally broke through the shadow that Peter finally saw her, Y/n smirking at him, “I see even with age, you still look as handsome as ever, spider-stud.”

The man was speechless at the sight of her. There she was in all her flesh and glory. Typical smirk and mischievous eyes behind a tiny black mask. The suit was different, obviously because she hadn’t arrived in her original one from her world. But she still looked like his Y/n. His Cat.

It was as if she hadn’t even died.

“Cat got your tongue, spider,” she giggled when he didn’t say anything, though there was a nervous edge to her voice. “I know you’ve seen a lot of ghosts today, is one more too much for you?” Of course she’d tease him—it was in her blood. Y/n shifted on her feet when he didn’t answer and it was then Peter finally snapped out of his inner battle.

In three long strides his arms were around her, pulling Y/n into his chest. Y/n immediately wrapped her arms around him, not even caring for her injuries as she held onto Peter like her life depended on it. She heard him sob, which only caused her to lose control of her emotions.

This was seventeen years in the making for Peter, all while just days for Y/n. How could they keep their composure together knowing what fate had in store for them. Peter didn’t even try to keep the tears at bay, several had flowed as he nuzzled into her messy white hair.

In the distance, Otto and Peter 3 were beaming at the scene. Peter 3 even had tears in his eyes.

It was a bittersweet moment for the two. Peter (2) getting the chance to hold Y/n again, and for her she was able to feel some relief that Peter still cared for her. Despite her betrayal to him to Eddie and Flint.

They just stood there for several moments, hugging each other closely until at one point Y/n had groaned by the sharp feeling in her side. “Shit,” she hissed, feeling a little sad when Peter pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized with a sniff, expression becoming concerned, “Y-you’re hurt.” He frowned at all the bruises and cuts coating the skin he could see. Y/n saw him flinch when his eyes landed on her exposed neck—the dark bruises trailing along the sides and red rope burn. “You’re really hurt, Y/n.” The crack in his voice made her heart sink.

“I’ve been through worse, spider,” she tried to tease, pressing her hand against the area she felt the pain. Peter loosened his grip on her, awkwardly holding onto his mask. Y/n however, took one of his hands in her free on, smiling up at him through tear filled eyes. “You look good, Peter. Still as handsome as I remember.” She chuckled, but winced slightly, “Quite the spider studded reunion, am I right?”

The man let out a watery chuckle, sniffing again, “I-I,” he tried to speak, but was having trouble. “There’s so—so much I-I want to say, Y/n. You have no idea,” he felt her squeeze his hand, Peter repeating the action, “B-but we don’t have much time.” His voice was pained, “Jus-just like—just like last time—we never have enough time—.”

Y/n shushed him softly, “Oh, Peter. You don’t have to say anything. I already know.”

Peter was confused, tilting his head as he tried to speak, “Wh-what? H-how would you—.” She cut him off gently by bringing her hand up to caress his cheek.

“Your eyes,” she whispers, smiling when he instinctively leans into her touch. “Your eyes always spoke a thousand words when you were unable to find your voice. I see it now, my spider. You hold all this pain, regret, and sorrow for what happened to me. You blame yourself, but honey it was not your fault.” Peter made a sound, his eyes closing at her words as she continued to stroke his cheek. “Peter, the person to blame is the one who did it. Not you. My spider would never blame himself for something out of his control.”

“Y/n,” his voice cracked, eyes full of tears when he opened them, “I could’ve saved you—I could’ve done more.”

She just shook her head, taking her other hand to cup his cheeks. “No, Peter. You did all that you could. I’m sorry I put you in that position,” her lip quivered, feeling the guilt eat at her because it was her betrayal that made him feel like he failed her. “God, Peter, I-I’m so sorry. If anyone is to really blame it’s me. I-I was so hurt and angry—I should’ve never did what I did and I’m sorry you had to be the one to suffer for my mistake. You should hate me—yell at me, blame me for putting you though this—.”

“I could never hate you, Y/n.” Now it was his turn to console her, voice full of seriousness. “I loved you Y/n—I still do. I will always have a piece of me that loves you, and it’s that love for you which keeps me going everyday despite you being gone.”

“I still love you too,” She cried softly, feeling him wipe away the tear from her face. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this, spider.” There was no way they could be together. This version of Peter and Y/n. He’d return to a world without his Black Cat. It was a like the ending of a tragic love story.

He was a glimpse from her stolen future, while she was a memory of his past.

“Me too, Cat,” he brought her back into a hug, careful not to cause more harm to her. Peter felt the final tear fall from his eye, “I wish we had more time, darling.”

Daylight had started to brake at the now semi-destroyed Liberty island. The copper shield was no longer in Lady Libertys hold after Norman Osborn made his grand appearance. This resulted in the ritual box containing the botch spell destroyed, Mj nearly falling to her death if Peter 3 hadn’t caught her, and Peter 2 holding onto Y/n when they lost their footing on the scaffold.

Her grappling hook came in handy, making them lower the momentum of the fall when the rope fully extracted. “God, I really hate that guy,” she cursed when they landed on the ground safely. The rope retracted, hook in tow and Y/n hooked to her side. “You better hurry up and cure him before I kill him.”

She was being serious. The Black Cat had enough of the Green Goblin—she had the markings to prove it. At this point she didn’t give a fuck if Norman was cured. The Goblin did enough damage in her eyes. They’d be doing the multiverse a favor by erasing him.

Peter (2) gave her a warning look, “Just stay here okay—find Otto.” He was out of her sight before she could argue, Y/n letting a defeated groan out as her hands fell to her sides.

“Typical.”

Jogging to the other edge of the destruction where everyone was, minus the wizard guy, Y/n spotted Otto next to Max. The scientist looked pleased to see her well, as was she to him. “What a day. Huh, doc?”

“Definitely not one I imagined when I woke up this morning—or should I say two days ago.” Sheesh she didn’t even realize it had been almost two days. Everything happened so fast they barely had time to remember how much time went by.

Thankfully Y/n didn’t see what took place on the shield, otherwise Norman wouldn’t have lived to see the next day. Ten minutes had passed and she still didn’t see Peter (2) so she started moving to the area he at. Otto watching her with sad eyes. It was only a matter of time.

There she saw Peter in an embrace with the other versions of himself—though she could make out the taller version of him holding up by his side. As the younger pulled away, Y/n hearing him say, “I guess I’ll see ya,” she knew what was about to happen.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Not to mention there were cracks and strange symbols in the sky.

The young boy had landed in front of her, making her jump back at the sudden movement which he apologized for. “Sorry, I-I just wanted to thank you, Y/n. For everything.” He was talking about the apartment. How she had tried to get May out and protect him by taking on Norman herself.

“Anytime, little spider,” she said one last time, a slight waiver in her tone. She carefully brought him into a hug, whispering in his ear, “You’re a good kid, Parker. Thank you for this.” Peter nodded against her shoulder, squeezing her gently until they pulled away. With one last smile, he was out of her sight and rushing to his friends.

Tears brimmed her version, and Y/n carefully made her way across the debris as the sadness swarmed in her. When she made contact with the shield, aware the two Peters were watching her, the taller one patted his counterpart on the shoulder. “I’ll give you two some privacy.” Peter (2) looked to him in gratitude, limping toward Y/n with grief in his expression.

It was then she noticed Norman in a dazed wonder sitting to the side. Y/n wanted nothing more than to spit on him, but refrained seeing the cure had worked. “Bastard,” she mumbled when she met his eye—seeing him shudder by her malice. There was some pride in her seeing the cuts to his face though.

“Nice, kitty,” Peter teased, wincing when her arms went to his side, helping him when she saw the wound, “You’re hurt, spider.” He let out a pained laugh despite the crack in his voice.

“I’ve had worse, Cat.” Part of her wanted to glare for him using her earlier words, but now was not the time for that.

Y/n tightened her hold on him, letting her head fall to his chest as she sniffed. “I-I guess this is it then for us,” she tried to laugh it off, but it just came out as a sob. Y/n felt his hand come up to stoke her head, the woman leaning more into his touch. “I—. I’m so sorry, Peter,” she had to say it again. To let him know how deeply remorseful and sorry she was for her mistakes. For causing him pain when she was blinded by anger.

“I know, Y/n,” he replied though sniffs, trying to keep himself calm, “I forgave you a long time ago.”

“It isn’t fair,” she cried, hearing him shush her like she were a delicate child. “How am I—how am I supposed to go back home, knowing what I do? And you have to go back—.” Y/n sobbed as the last fight they had played in her mind, “I never meant the things I said to you that day, Peter. I was blinded—I-I was so privileged to have your love and I treated it like trash. Like the fucking bad person I am. I shouldn’t have said what I said—it wasn’t true. I love you for you Peter, not because you’re Spider-Man. I was a fool to think otherwise.”

Peter continued to pet her head, placing kisses to her crown. “Darling, you’re not a bad person—I don’t want you to ever think that way. I know you loved me for me, Y/n. Just as I loved you for you.” He tightened his grip when she sobbed again, “You have to forgive yourself, Y/n.”

“W-what if it still happens, Peter? This-this would have all happened for nothing.”

“Don’t think like that,” he tells her, leaning his cheek against her hair. Peter closed his eyes to keep the water at bay, “You don’t know what will happen, Y/n. Go on with you life—the second chance at one you weren’t supposed to have. Don’t think about the ‘what ifs’ and ‘hows.’ Just do what your heart tells you to. You’re going to be okay in the end. I promise you, Y/n.”

The cracks in the sky sounded causing Y/n to look up and see they were replaced with the symbols conjured by the wizard. It would only be a few moments before they were back to their respected universes—and realities.

“Promise me you won’t forget me, spider,” Y/n smiled at him, despite the anguish painting every inch. “You won’t forget this Cat will you?”

Peter brought her hand to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to her gloved knuckles before repeating the action on her wet cheek—careful to avoid the bruises. “I’ll remember you till the day I die, Y/n. Until my last breath.” There was a fuzzy feeling erupting the two, and Peter remembered something— his hands going into the pocket he had in his suit. “I-I almost forgot—I-I needed to give you this.”

Y/n watched him remove folded pieces of paper and a small necklace. She gasped when she recognized it. “You did it! W-wait, did both of you do this?” Her hand took the probability necklace from his palm, holding it out to see it was in fact completed with a glimmering shine to it.

“Peter—the young one—was the one to get it to work,” he smiled at her excited expression, “I just helped with the finishing touches.” There was emotion filling Y/ns eyes, feeling bittersweet at the fact he helped with her cure. Doing one last thing to help her even though she wouldn’t be his Y/n anymore.

“Thank you, Peter.”

The older man nodded gesturing for her to hand it back. “Here, let me.” Peter clasped the necklace around her neck, being mindful of the marks she had and let the little pendant sit comfortably on her suit covered chest. “There. Now you get to control how much ‘bad luck’ comes to someone.”

A light giggle escaped her, her fingers holding onto the charm before letting go. “What’s that?” She gestured to the folded pieces of paper, curiosity in her gaze. Peter had a slight redness to his cheeks, fiddling with the paper.

“It’s a letter,” he explained, holding it out for her to take. “But not for you,” he added when her hand touched it, making her look up at him perplexed.

“Then why are you—.”

“It’s for him.”

Y/ns mouth fell in the form of an ‘o’, immediately catching onto his drift. “Oh. O-okay,” she said, taking the bundle of paper and placing it in one of the many pockets of her suit. “I’ll give it to him—th-the moment I see him.” Nerves filled the Cat, she didn’t know how she was going to cross that bridge when she ultimately got there.

The fuzzy feeling soon grew, the symbols in the sky growing brighter. A shaky breath left them both. Y/n wiped away the tears still running, but it didn’t help because more just continued to flow. “I love you, Peter Parker. Always remember that,” she took his hand and squeezed with all her energy.

“And I love you, Y/n L/n,” he squeezed her hand back, seeing the bright light consume her. She saw it too from him, her heart pounding through her chest as she continued to cry.

“Forever,” was the last word she heard him say.

The bright light became too much, Y/n having to squint her eyes as the image of Peter slowly disappeared, her hand feeling empty. When the light went away, Y/n felt the air leave her.

Peter wasn’t standing in front of her, nor was the taller of version of him to the side. When she spun around, the wizard wasn’t casting spells in the sky. Younger Peter was no where to bee seen nor were the other villains she had become acquainted with.

He was gone and she was alone.

Her heart couldn’t take it and Y/n fell to her knees on the curb of the Island. Cries of anguish poured out of her, hugging herself as she ignored the pain all over. The only witnesses to her misery were the birds chirping as the sun rose over the horizon and Lady Liberty standing tall above.

Funny how Y/n got to see the sun rise. The start of a new day—one she wasn’t supposed to see.

It was over—she was back in her universe. Not knowing if she was sent back to the exact moment she was pulled from, or if it had been days later.

And Peter. Her kind, loving Peter who went thought hell would return home knowing she would still be gone in his world. Y/n silently prayed he had overcome his guilt after they finally got closure. He needed to remove the burden he held on his shoulders. Maybe the future would look bright for him.

Maybe it would for her.

Y/n was scared at what was in store for her. Wiping her face while catching her breath, she pushed herself off the ground. It was early morning, just like it was seconds ago on the alternate world. There was no one but her on the island, and the docks across the river were setting up for the day.

Y/n needed to find out what day it was. She had to know.

There was hope in her mind that she returned two days after the moment she was pulled. If that was the case then the plan with Eddie and Flint had already happened. Peter would be alive—he had to have been. It was then dread filled her.

What if it was her death that meant Peters survival?

No, she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t think of the ‘what ifs’ like the future Peter had said. He wouldn’t have given her the letter if he felt the past version of him would die if Y/n had lived.

She had to find her Peter. And she had to find him fast.

There ferries to Liberty Island wouldn’t be running for hours, so Y/ns only chance at making it to the city was to swim—which ironically she wasn’t the best swimmer much like her alter ego namesake—or use her grappling hook and the passing ships to get across. It was an easy decision, the latter option it was.

It took longer than what Y/n had wanted to get back to the city. She had to work with timing of the very slow ships to catch her hook onto until she managed to get a good aim at the Brooklyn Bridge. Once she did that, Y/n was able to run and swing through the pillars of the bridge until she finally made it to the streets of New York.

The first thing she had to do was find a newspaper. That was easy. Dropping into a alley by a corner store, Y/n checked her surroundings before breaking off the seal of the paper stack in front of the door. She didn’t bother reading the headline first and instead took the paper in her hands—shooting her hook to pull her on the roof.

There, Y/n could catch her breath. She limped to other side away from the public eye—which would be filling the streets at any moment and finally unfolded the newspaper. It was Friday when she left, so the first thing her eyes searched for was the date. A relieved laugh fell from her mouth, “Well I’ll be damn.”

‘THE DAILY BUGLE—SUNDAY MARCH 12, 2006: SPIDER-MAN FACES OFF SANDMAN AND SYMBIOTE HOLDING BROADWAY STAR HOSTAGE. SANDMAN FLEES, WATSON RESCUED, SPIDER-MAN SAVES THE DAY ONCE MORE (SEE PAGE 5 FOR DETAILS)’

Tears of relief now replaced the ones of anguish. Y/n felt it pool every inch—feeling the overwhelming happiness. Peter was right, everything was going to be okay for her.

It had been two days. It wasn’t Friday morning, it was Sunday. “O-Oh my God,” a hand went to her mouth to stop the laughs mixed with her tears. At this point Y/n didn’t care about the pain from her broken ribs or concussed head. All she cared about was she was back home and her Peter was okay.

Gathering herself, Y/n threw the paper to the side—leaving it behind as she swung through the air in the direction of Peters apartment. In the back of her head Y/n kept reminding herself he would not be the Peter she met in the alternate world. This was her true version of him—the one of this new reality—where anything could happen now.

Still in her dirty, bloodied state with her new suit, Y/n climbed up the stairs of the apartment complex in a rush. She tried to keep her movements quiet so his nosy neighbors wouldn’t come busting out their doors, but she was filled with excitement, anxiety, and adrenaline.

Reaching the top, not caring about who would hear her, Y/n banged on his door. “Peter!! Peter it’s me!! It’s Y/n—please I need to talk to you! Ahh!” She groaned when pain erupted on her side. Y/n really needed to see a doctor. It’d be a true tragedy if she fucking died right there because she held off going to a hospital. “Peter!!”

Her body fell to the side out of breath when the click of a lock sounded and the door flew open. Peter didn’t have time to react at the sudden appearance of Y/n—who he hadn’t heard of for days and was quite frankly pissed off with— because he was pushed inside his apartment when her arms went around him.

It made him stumble, the two nearly falling to the ground if he hadn’t grabbed her waist to steady them. “Y/n?!” His tone was a mix of anger and bewilderment. “Where the hell have you—?” The words cut off when he felt her shoulders shake in his hold, hearing the soft cries.

“Oh-oh my gosh, it’s really you,” she pushed her face into his chest, hiding it away from his vision. “You’re okay—you’re okay. It—it actually—I can’t believe it.” Peter felt her grip tighten, like she was holding onto him for dear life.

The anger he was feeling changed to confusion at her state. ‘What the hell is she talking about?’ He thought.

When he managed to pull away to get her hair out of his face, that’s when the alarm struck him seeing the white strands painted dark red. “Y/n,” he gently put his hands on her shoulders to ease her away. “Y/n, what happened?” The panic in him only increased when he finally got her to show her face to him, “Oh my God.”

Cuts with dried blood were painting her skin, purple and yellow bruises on her neck and jaw with irritation like there had been some kind of material constricting her. Her white hair had dried blood staining the area by her temple. And that was only the visible injuries he could see. That’s when he noticed the suit she was wearing—it wasn’t the one she normally wore.

Peter didn’t want to think about what injuries laid underneath.

“Y/n,” his tone was serious, “Who did this to you? Uhh—my god, you—we need to get you to the hospital!” Everything that had happened the past couple days disappeared from his brain—all he could focus on was her beaten form. “When did this happen?! Y/n—what—where have you been the last two days?”

There were so many questions the man was becoming filled with anxiety. He held her by her side to get her onto the couch, careful when she moaned at the contact to her ribs. “Shit,” he cursed, “Stay there—okay? I’m gonna call an ambulance.”

Y/n threw off her mask, letting it fall to the opposite side of the sofa. “No! Wait—don’t do that yet!” He just looked at her like she was crazy.

“Y/n, who knows what kind of internal bleeding you have. Do you not see yourself? You show up after two days of being missing beaten to a pulp and you want me to wait? No! You’re hurt and if you wait any longer you’ll could die—.”

“I should already be dead!!”

The phone fell to the floor, sound in it’s wake. Y/n wanted to curse at herself—feeling stupid by the outburst, but it was in the heat of the moment. Tears brimmed in her vision when she heard Peters weak voice, “W-what? What’re you talking about, Y/n?” Y/n stared up at the ceiling, letting her one hand caress the smooth pendant around her neck.

“I should already be dead, Peter,” her voice broke, the heartbreak echoing off the walls. “—I wasn’t—this wasn’t supposed to happen. And you won’t understand, because you weren’t there,” Y/n bit her lip, trying finish what she was trying to tell him. “Friday—Friday something happened. Something unimaginable,” she let her head fall so she could look at him, getting lost in his gorgeous blue eyes she had come to love. “You probably wouldn’t have thought it was real either—but it was. I swear to you.”

Her eyes stayed with his as he slowly walked toward her, kneeling down beside her legs. “What happened?” He asked once more, worry in his gaze. He didn’t like seeing her like this—even if he was upset with her. Here she was looking like hell and saying she was supposed to be dead. How was the man supposed to react?

In all honestly she didn’t know how to explain to him the once in a lifetime experience she had. But it was worth a shot.

“You know how you’ve always had that theory about a ‘multiverse,’” she waited for his nod before continuing, “What if I told you, it were true. That beyond our universe lays an infinite number of worlds and realities where—,” she reached for his hand, smiling softly when he let her take in. “—where other versions of ourselves exist. Versions of us who experience things one could only imagine. Worlds with multiple heroes and villains—worlds with magic.”

Peter furrowed his brow, trying to follow along. “I’d probably ask what drug you’ve been taking, Y/n.” She let out a defeated sound, letting her head fall back as more tears flowed from her.

“Peter, I know it’s hard to trust me right now. But please I need you to believe me when I tell you what I’m saying is the truth.”

He only sighed, shaking his head, “I’m having trouble doing that, Y/n. Do you hear what you’re saying? Look, y-you could be concussed and your mind is playing tricks on you.” Peter had never seen her like this and it honestly scared him.

“N-no,” she cried, squeezing his hand, “You have to believe me, please. I wouldn’t lie about this. Look I— Friday night I was supposed to be at the fight—and you can be angry at me and I’m really sorry—it was a mistake and I was blinded by my anger, but you need to hear this. I was pulled into an alternate universe where an alternate version of you exists and it was the day I was supposed to die! There was a kid version of you who was the Spider-Man of that world—Otto, Norman, and a future Flint got pulled in too!” She saw his concerned look at the names she mentioned, but continued to ramble, “So did Dr. Connors from another world as a giant lizard—with this guy who controlled electricity. Their Peter turned up—he was taller and in his twenties. And—and there was you—it was you from the future. I-I—.

“Anyway, there were six of us—Spider-Man villains—that were pulled from a moment in time in the past, except Flint. When the kid Peter Paker found out most of us died fighting you he wanted to change that. He-he wanted to help us—because that’s what Spider-Man does—,” Y/n felt another tear fall as she sniffed, “—you help people—even if they’re not deserving of it. And he tried, God the kid had tried to do it on his own, but the Goblin took control and all hell broke lose—.” Her head shot up remembering the necklace she was wearing.

“This!” She held it to him to see, “This is what the kid a-and the future you helped make. It’s my ‘cure’—a probability necklace that controls how much ‘bad luck’ I produce. They made it in hopes I would not die when I returned home.” Her bottom lip quivered, thinking back to the other Peter.

When he didn’t respond, she felt her heart drop, “It’s not a lie, Peter.”

The man was in stunned silence. Who could blame him? It’s not everyday your ex turns up on your doorstep with a story he could only think would be seen in a movie. He wanted to believe her, because Y/n had never been so distressed and persistent. But he was still having trouble trusting her after everything.

“Then tell me who did this to you? If you went to this ‘alternate universe’ then who hurt you this bad, Y/n. Tell me the truth.”

Y/n flinched before sniffing, looking dead in his eye as she weakly replied, “Norman Osborn.”

If Peter could feel his stomach drop then that’s what was happening. His eyes were like saucers staring at her. “N-no. No-no-no,” he shook his head, not liking her confession at all. Y/n tried to lean forward but the sharp pain had her leaning back. “No that’s it, I’m calling the ambulance right now—you need to get checked by a doctor. And when you’ve fully recovered, then maybe you’ll remember who really did this.”

Y/n just let the tears silently fall from her as Peter stood from the ground and dial 9-1-1. She could hear him speak to the operator, telling them to hurry as it was an urgent matter. All she felt was misery knowing it was going to take an arm and a leg to convince Peter what she said was true. It didn’t help his trust in her was practically nonexistent.

“They’ll be here in five minutes,” he put the phone back on the charger before walking toward her. “We need to get you out of this suit—which where the hell did you get anyway?”

She ignored his slight glare when she blankly said, “the other world.” Y/n just let Peter guide her to his closet where he helped unzip the suit. She saw his eyes travel the many bruises on her side—the man flinching as anger seemed to darken in him. Not anger at her, but at whoever did it.

Peter gently helped her into one of his hoodies and sweatpants. He didn’t notice her fumbling with one of the suit pockets before he had the chance to hide it in the closet. Y/n tucked the folded pieces of paper in the pocket of the sweatpants, making sure it was safe before Peter lifted her in his arms and led them down the stairs of the complex.

The ambulance had just pulled up, two EMTs exiting the front and moving to the back to get the stretcher. “Place her right here for us, sir.” Peter moved to the gurney, gently placing Y/n on the cushion. “Unfortunately sir you can’t ride with us. You’ll have to get to the hospital on your own.”

Y/n didn’t like the sound of that, “W-wait—no! I need help him. Please can’t he come with us?” She was tightly holding onto his hand, looking panicked at being alone. Peter squeezed her hand, telling her it was okay.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, it’s protocol.” Y/n whimpered, feeling crushed and she reached into her pocket where the wad of papers were. As the EMTs started to strap her in, Y/n pushed the paper into his hand she was holding.

“R-read it,” she stuttered out, feeling the exhaustion overtake her as the adrenaline finally wore off for the hundredth time in two days. “He—he wanted me to give—give it to you. Please, r-read it.” Y/n weakly squeezed Peters hand, letting her head fall back onto the stretcher as they wheeled her away. “I love you. I love you—remember that.”

Her hand felt cold when she lost the feeling of his and with an IV hooked to her arm, Y/n let the tired feeling overtake her. She needed the sleep and prayed she’d wake up.

Peter was left standing on the street as the sirens sounded from the speeding ambulance. He was frozen still by the last words she said to him. The complete opposite of the ‘I fucking hate you!’ she’d screamed at him the week before. Peter snapped out of the memory of their fight—not wanting to relieve it.

With the papers in his hand, Peter went back into his apartment still trying to process all that had happened. Taking a seat on the sofa, he looked down at the material in his hands. They were crumbled, like they had been folded several times and were passed on. It made him confused what Y/n meant when she said, “He wanted me to give it to you.”

Who was ‘he?’ the vigilante questioned.

Unfolding the paper, careful not to rip them by accident, he cursed when one of them fell from the wad. It was face down, looking similar to a Daily Bugle news article. But it was brownish in color, like it was an old one that’d been kept for years. With a raised brow, he reached down to pick up the article—turning it around only to feel the air leave him once more.

It was a Daily Bugle front page issue. And not the issue he expected.

Because the date of publishing was Saturday March 11, 2006. And the headline read; “BREAKING NEWS: NEW YORKS FAMED CAT-BUGLUR ‘BLACK CAT’ IS DEAD FOLLOWING BATTLE BETWEEN SPIDER-MAN, SANDMAN, AND SYMBIOTE FRIDAY NIGHT (SEE PAGE 5 FOR DETAILS).

“W-what,” Peter said aloud, horror in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There on the center of the article was a picture of him in his torn suit, but in his arms was Y/n. And she looked lifeless. Her earlier words echoed in his mind, “I should already be dead!”

“Th-this isn’t—this can’t be real.” Peters hands fumbled with the other papers, noticing how a few small ones were stapled together—then there was another article with the matching headline. He placed the stapled stack to the side, letting his attention read over the article with the same date as the front page.

“Saturday March 11th, 2006–Published by J. Jonah Jameson: ‘Friday nights horror came to a climatic conclusion when Spider-Man—with the help of an unknown man on a glider, rescued actress Mary Jane Watson from her captivity by the black Spider-Man symbiote and sandman. New Yorks famed cat-bulgur—who happened to be an occasional ally of the crime fighting vigilante—was among the casualties resulting from the devastation. It’s no saying whether or not whose side the Black Cat was on, but there is one thing clear, Spider-Man was seen to be in deep agony by her death as he was last seen holding her body below the scaffold. Witnesses can account they saw the Black Cat prevent Spider-Man from getting close to Ms. Watson, but then in a change of events was seen fighting the symbiote. The last eye witness testimony is stated that shortly before the chaos came to an end, she was tossed from the building—unable to catch herself before hitting the ground. Spider-Man was then seen in a state of distress—holding her in his arms away from the crowd. The latest autopsy reveals the Black Cat suffered a broken neck, multiple fractures to the spinal cord, and abrasions to the skull. It is believed she was killed at the hands of the symbiote before being thrown from the building. The sandman has since fled the area with no current leads, as is the case for the symbiote. There has been no statement from Spider-Man and the police are treating this as an active investigation.”

By the time Peter finished reading the article—his eyes were red. Not only that, but his hands were shaking and he felt like he could fall into a panic attack at any moment.

How the hell was this real? The article was dated the day before, but what it said didn’t happen. Not to him—yes Flint was gone, Harry and Eddie were dead, but Y/n wasn’t. No she was on her way to the hospital and will hopefully be out in a few days.

But why was Peter having a hard time thinking—and why he kept thinking about her frantic words. “Friday something happened, something unimaginable.”

Peter thought back to Friday night. It was horrible for him to think about, but he needed to for the sake of what he had read. He remembered how Eddie seemed pissed more so—and how he asked Peter, “Where’s your little cat friend? She was supposed to be here.” Honestly the anger he felt knowing Y/n had betrayed him like that blinded him for the rest the fight.

Eddie was really angry, telling Peter, “Once I’m done with you, I’m gonna find your little bitch. And I’m gonna show her what happens when you double cross me.” It was enough to make him assume Y/n had bailed. Going back on whatever word she had promised Eddie. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s pulled a stunt like that, but this article was making his brain foggy.

He then remembered the stack of papers he had put to the side. With shaky hands, Peter unfolded the remaining layer to have his eyes landed on familiar handwriting. It made his heart quicken, knowing damn well he didn’t write whatever it was in his hands. Then he saw the date and his head dropped with anguish.

It was dated November 26th, 2023. Seventeen years in the future in his own handwriting.

“He wanted me to give this to you,” Y/ns voice echoed in mind. She was talking about him—the future Peter. And if the article was true, which Peter now believed it had to have been, it meant the version of him who wrote the letter in his hands had witnessed Y/n die. He was the one in the picture on the front page.

Taking a moment to gather himself as the truth settled in, Peter took a deep breath before reading.

‘Peter,

I know this is going to seem crazy, but anything Y/n has managed to tell you before giving this letter to you is true. I didn’t know what to say—as you probably know it’s hard to come up with words on the spot, especially when you’ve thought about them for so long. I’m going to keep this as simple as I can because I don’t have much time. The other versions of ourself—you from other worlds, which yes the multiverse is real and I’m experiencing it first hand—anyway they are almost done with the cures for Osborn, Connors, and Flint. Once that’s done we’ll be heading to the location we’ve planned to ambush them in hopes of changing the trajectory of their future—so they have a second chance at life. This is going to cause new realities to form where their death didn’t happen.

Which brings me to someone you will get the pleasure of having in your new reality—someone I will never see again. Y/N.

You see, Peter, Y/n was killed in front of me on the night of March 10th, 2006.’ Peter had to wipe away a tear from his cheek, pausing for a moment before continuing, ‘Everything that happened to you involving the symbiote and Flint, happened to me too. The difference now is Y/n was there at the site as planned. You may be angry with her, and trust me I was too, but Y/n realized her mistake and did what she did to stop Eddie. When MJ fell from the taxi, Y/n was the one to catch her and bring her to safety. She also caused a water pipe to burst so Flint would be unable to get bigger in his sand form.

Then, she protected me. And I had to watch helplessly when Eddie stole Y/ns life from her. The last words she told me were she loved me.’ A sob left his mouth, and Peter cursed when a water droplet landed on the paper he had flipped over. There wasn’t much left and he was approaching the end.

‘I can never go back and stop that moment from happening, Peter. Not even with the magic this world has will I get to. And I’ve had to live everyday for the past seventeen years with fleeting regret and sadness knowing I failed Y/n. She wouldn’t want me to think that way—as you probably would know, but it didn’t stop those thoughts from clouding me since she left my life.

The words I said to her that last fight, I never got to tell her how much I regretted it. How I had the moment I kicked her out. God how I wish I never did that, and then seeing the scared look in her eye when Eddie was holding her will haunt me forever. Even if she tells me tonight if I see her to not blame myself, I still will. I didn’t even get to tell Y/n how much I loved her before she was taken from me. It’s not a feeling I want you to have. Not when you have this opportunity to fix what happened and keep her in your life.

There is so much love in friendship, people tend to forget that. Even if a relationship is not in the cards for you two, there’s still a chance at being in each other’s life for the better. And if something happens, then cherish it, Peter. Because it’s my biggest regret that I never got to tell Y/n how much she meant to me.

I still don’t know if I’ll even be able to say it if I see her. I’m honestly scared and it pains me knowing it will be the last time I’d ever get to. She’ll go home to your new reality, while I have to live in a world where my Black Cat is gone.’ The mans heart broke reading that line, feeling the grief through the letter of his future—now alternate future self.

‘You get to live in a world where she’s alive. Where she gets to live the life that was stolen from her. She’s going to need you after what she just went thought—the knowledge she has to live with now and the trauma from nearly dying at Osborns hands,’ there was a flare of anger in his veins as he read over the name. ‘Y/n fought like hell from what this worlds Peter told me. It’s going to take time for her to be her normal self after spending two days in another universe, being near past versions of Norman and Otto, fighting Norman as the Goblin, and not to mention the future version of Flint was the one who told her what happened.

Then there’s going to be the fact she will more than likely feel guilty after seeing me. I’m not the Peter she knows, you. Y/n will feel like she is to blame for everything and it’s your job to not make her feel that way. Eddie was the one who fed on her vulnerability and anger for you. She’ll feel sad about me blaming myself, but assure her I’m going to be okay. I’ll still miss her everyday, but seeing her alive tonight and getting closure will finally bring me peace.

Peter flipped to the final page, his entire face wet with moisture. With one last sniff he finished the final paragraph just as he realized the last paper stapled was actually a photo. One of Y/n he had taken a month ago, but had yet to develop, ‘I hope you’re able to do better than me, Peter. It’s what you both deserve. Take care of Y/n for me. Remind her everyday she’s safe and cared for. You’re support is going to get her though this. She loves you—remember that. And I know you love her. —Peter”

When the anesthesia wore off after several hours, Y/n felt her eyes flutter open but closed them at the harsh lights filling her vision. A whimper escaped, and it was then she felt movement to her side—realizing someone was holding her hand.

A figure hovered over her as the person squeezed her hand, Y/n opening her eyes only to be met with the gorgeous bright blue ones she had loved. “P-Peter?” She whispered, concern in her gaze when she saw the redness in eyes and dried tears. “You-you’re here.”

His lips were on her forehead, kissing the skin not covered by the bandage. It was then Y/n could see the papers peaking from his jacket pocket, his handwriting catching her attention. The woman letting out a gasp, seeing the knowing look on his face which indicated he had read them.

And he believed every word. Both from what she said and what his future self wrote him.

“Y-you—.” she tried, but the words couldn’t form when he brought her hand up to also press a kiss to her knuckles.

“Of course I’m here, darling.” He let his free hand caress her cheek, letting the tear fall in relief at seeing her awake. “I love you, Y/n. It’s gonna be okay—we’re going to get through this. Together.” She didn’t even realize she was crying until his finger brushed away the tear, his lips moving to her cheek with affection.

“Together,” Y/n repeated.

Content filled her as night took over and the day came to an close. Love and optimism replacing the fear and dread she had been feeling since the moment she left his arms. The universe truly worked in mysterious ways.

The Black Cat had went through hell and back—jumping across a Universal pond on the day her life was to come to an end. Fate had plans, but with the help of alternate versions of the man she loved, Y/n got a second chance. She wasn’t the only one. Five other lost souls in the cosmos were experiences the same thing.

And the vigilantes who helped them, got closure in their own way after what one would call, a spider studded reunion.

Out there in his universe, under a cold December breeze, Peter Parker stood in front of the headstone labeled ‘Y/n M/n L/n 🤍: 1983-2006–daughter & friend. ‘It seems so long ago how young and innocent we were.’

Kneeling down, he placed the white roses and sunflowers on the area below the engraving—adjusting it so it looked nice against the white marble. Peter had already visited his parents, Ben & May, then Harry, and saved his best girl for last.

The girl he knew was out there in another universe, with her version of him living the life he dreamed she’d have.

Bringing his lips to his mouth before setting them on her headstone, Peter whispered one final goodbye to his love. “Rest now, Y/n. It’s all going to be okay.”

———————

Ya’ll bishes don’t understand, I am literally fucking sobbing in my chair as I write NWH!Peter and Y/n saying goodbye. Like I’m actually a mess. I already was tearing up at them seeing each other again, but I’m a train wreck writing the goodbye. Fuck when I get to the end I don’t know how Imma be. -> I finished and I’m even more of a mess. How fucking dare I end it like that.

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[ptergwen]

hi val can you maybe write something about the reader being dared to kiss peter/tom/arvin (you choose) since her friends knew that she has a big crush on him, but once she did he seems disinterested after which makes her sad, but what she doesn't know was after she kissed him, he practically runs to his friends freaking out that the girl he's had his eyes on this whole time just kissed him??

kiss and tell

w/c: 1.8k

warnings: like one swear and awkwardness

a/n: yeeee i went with peter! this is adorable :,)

“i can’t!” you scold betty and her annoying smirk. you’re bored at lunch, so liz suggested the three of you play truth or dare. you’d made the mistake of choosing dare. in your defense, betty is the nosiest person in all of midtown, so you thought you were dodging the bullet and guarding your deep dark secrets. how could you have known she’d make you do... this?

“that’s so, like, forward. he’s gonna freak out.” you glance over at peter’s table to see what he’s up to before you possibly scar him. he’s laughing along at a heated conversation ned and mj are having. the way his face lights up, and his eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his features, it gives you butterflies throughout your whole body.

“in a good way,” liz grins her most charming grin at you. it’s not working this time. you roll your eyes up to the ceiling. “i thought you liked him,” betty huffs, gesturing over to peter and keeping her eyes on you. “all you do is talk about how he’s so cute and smart, and his lips look so soft-“ “i never said that!” you look at her with wild eyes. liz bites her lip to hold in a laugh. “the last part, i mean,” you clarify in a murmur.

liz puts a hand on you and pats your shoulder knowingly. “you’ve probably thought it, though. i’ve seen you checking them out.” there have been quite a few times your gaze has landed on peter’s lips, watching them curve while he talks to you about some new science theory he’s excited to share. you end up zoning out and pretending you retained any of what he said. betty puckers her own lips at you.

“you wanna kiss him,” she insists in a sing song voice, resting her chin on your other shoulder. “i’m doing you a favor.” “you’re really not gonna change the dare?” you sigh, your friends leaning on you in support. liz taps your cheek. “so, you don’t wanna kiss him?” “there’s no way,” betty comments from your side. “no, i...” you start, focusing in on peter again.

he meets your eyes across the cafeteria. his smile fades slightly, then a shy one is replacing it, ned dragging him into his and mj’s debate. you turn back to liz and betty.

“i do, but do you think he wants me to?” you ask them both, and they share a you have to be kidding look. “only one way to find out.” liz gives your shoulder a nudge. betty beams at you. “i triple dog dare you now, so you have to.” considering your options, you bounce your leg up and down. you’ll either get the nicest rejection ever from peter or a kiss back. you can handle this.

“ok, i’ll do it,” you decide, betty clapping her hands and squealing. liz throws an arm around your neck. “yay! i love love.” “let’s calm down,” you giggle so she doesn’t get too carried away. you and peter haven’t even established that you like each other. “i’m calm, i’m calm. do you need to borrow chapstick?” she offers, betty simultaneously pulling a tube out of her purse. “or lip gloss?”

you’re appreciating their over involvement now.

“both,” you breathe out, letting them get you ready for your big kiss.

liz and betty send you good luck wishes in a hushed tone while you make your way to peter’s table. mj went to get a snapple, and ned went with her so they could continue whatever argument they’re in. that left peter by himself. it’s almost like this is meant to happen.

“hi,” you greet peter, making him look up at you with raised eyebrows. he notices right away that your lips are shiny, more so than usual. a color that you always seem to bring to his face takes over his cheeks. “hey. you wanna sit?” he gives you a small smile. you return it. “yeah, sure. thanks.” instead of taking the bench across from him like he assumed you would, you find your place next to him.

he doesn’t mind.

“how’s your day been?” you wonder, body turned towards him while he answers. peter scrunches his nose. “kinda busy. i got so much homework in spanish tonight, and i’ve been putting off this essay about...” you do the thing you do every time he goes off on a sort of tangent, watch his lips. lucky for you, that’s the whole point today. “i don’t know. all i have so far is the intro-“

you cut peter off with a kiss. liz and betty cheer to each other the second it happens. peter doesn’t move, only freezes up as you press your glossy lips to his and grab his shoulders. it takes a few seconds for you to realize he’s not kissing back. his arms are stiff at his sides, eyes wide in shock. absolutely humiliated, you pull back, moving as far away as you can.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked you first,” you apologize, voice shaking. you’re already getting to your feet. peter blinks a few times, grounding himself back in the moment. “no, no. it’s okay. i-“ “that was weird, i know. you don’t have to lie or make me feel better.” he furrows his eyebrows, in a way that seems regretful even though you’re the one who messed up. “i’m trying to tell you, y/n. it’s fine. we-“

ned’s voice fills the room, making you snap your head in his direction. him and mj are coming back. you need to get out of here before you embarrass yourself even more.

“i’m gonna go. i’m sorry,” you mumble out, running back to your table, where liz and betty are instantly asking what’s wrong and if you’re alright. peter licks his lips that are now coated in your gloss and clenches his jaw. he’s pissed. not at you, at himself. it’s clear because mj brings attention to it when she sits down.

“what’s up with your face?” she narrows her eyes at him, popping the cap on her snapple. ned elbows peter in his spot next to him. you were just there less than a minute ago. “you okay, dude?” he checks. “no.” peter closes his eyes in frustration. “what’s wrong?” ned kicks mj’s foot under the table so she’ll stop making out with her drink and help him.

“i... y/n kissed me,” peter admits, sounding oddly upset about something everyone knows he’s been hoping would happen. “she what?” ned gawks. “isn’t that a good thing?” mj points out. “you love her.” “like her,” peter corrects and chews the inside of his cheek. “whatever. shouldn’t you want her to kiss you?” she takes another sip of snapple, passing this off to ned.

“yeah...” is all ned says. he awkwardly rubs peter’s back while mj tries not to snort. “that’s not the problem. i didn’t kiss her back, and she took it as me not being into it,” peter shakes his head as he recounts your weird moment. “which i was,” he tells them for the record. ned makes a funny face at him. “so why didn’t you kiss back?” “no shit she ran away,” mj mutters to him. she saw that part.

“because i wasn’t expecting it!” peter frowns at his friends’ reactions and at what he did. “you guys know how much i like y/n. i can’t believe i screwed this up so bad.” mj squints in mock confusion. “i can.” she quickly drops her sarcasm for encouragement after that. “ok, seriously. just go find her and apologize.” “maybe kiss her this time,” ned chimes in.

“if she really likes you, she’ll get it.” mj smiles genuinely, nodding back at your table. ned gives him a push forward. “you got this, dude. come tell us all about it after.” a rush of confidence enters peter from their advice. he’ll fix this. “thanks, guys. here i go.” he shoots up from the table, ned and mj getting back into their debate once he’s out of sight.

betty is hugging you way too tightly when peter gets over there. she goes on about how much peter sucks, overcompensating because she’s the reason you kissed him. you only hum in response. you don’t have the heart to tell her you blame yourself. only liz notices peter come over, so she talks on your behalf. “oh, hey,” she says drily. “hey. can i talk to y/n?” peter gets out, twiddling with his thumbs nervously.

she has to decide if she’d rather go into protective friend mode or let him. from your unenthusiastic responses to betty’s hate rant, she figures you’d like to hear him out.

“come on, betty,” liz takes her arm suddenly, betty trying to pull it back. “what? why?” “i’m gonna buy you ice cream. let’s go.” that’s her cover. peter shoots her a look that says thank you, liz pressing her lips into a line and dragging betty along. betty sees peter standing in front of your table and glares at him, liz walking faster. you don’t get the chance to ask them where they’re going because they leave so fast.

the bench dips down on one side of you, making someone’s prescense known. you’re surprised to find it’s peter. you talk first.

“if you’re gonna apologize, don’t. it was my fault-“ “you never let me finish earlier,” peter interrupts, the hint of a smile on his face. his clammy hand links with one of yours. “what were you gonna say?” you ask quietly, peter threading your fingers together. your heart is racing at the simple touch. “that i like you,” he replies at the same low volume. “and, that i wanted to try again.”

he’s sitting a lot closer to you than you realized. you welcome it, your hands in between you two on the bench. “i like you too... try what again?” you question, although you hope and pray it’s what you think. “kissing,” peter says what you were hoping and praying for. “wasn’t ready the first time.” you’re about to go into cardiac arrest as he rests his forehead on yours, curls brushing your face. a few broken up breaths escape him.

“can i?” he nearly whispers, warm hand still gripping at yours. “yeah,” you agree before your eyes flutter shut. he wastes no time, parting his lips and brushing them against yours gently, you reciprocating. he kisses as sweetly as he is, his free hand on your cheek and fingers careessing your skin. your other hand ends up on the back of his neck. you grin against him, lips detaching momentarily so you can engage him in another kiss.

peter doesn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, nose nudging yours as he moves in more. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck and laugh into the kiss, reminding him you’re in school. he pulls back with a chuckle, but keeps his forehead on yours and your hands in each other.

“sorry. got too excited,” he laughs out, you leaning into his open palm. “i told you don’t apologize.”

liz and betty joined ned and mj at some point. the four of them are whistling at you and yelling out suggestive jokes. they’re too much. but, to be fair, you owe this all to them.

[hilarychuff]

ok just for the heck of it some sansa/jonsa au casting ideas that are very much up for discussion bc i haven’t figured them out enough on my own to hoard privately to make into one of my au graphics or i just probably never will make it into an au graphic but think it’s a fun idea

just dumping A BUNCH of them under the break (like basically everyone except those i am hoarding for later/have more concrete ideas about that i might actually execute in some way) enjoy this peek into my google docs xoxoxox

13 going on 30 Jenna - sansa Matty - jon  Cat - margaery???? cersei???

Panic Heather - sansa (alayne) Lilly - robin Ray - jon Bishop - harry Natalie - myranda Dodge -

OR

Panic Heather - arya Ray - gendry? Bishop - gendry?   Natalie - sansa Dodge - jon Dodge’s sister - bran

Hocus pocus au max - jon Allison - sansa Dani - arya Thackery binx - aegon? (or brandon?) Emily binx - rhaenys? (or lyanna?) Winifred sanderson - cersei Mary sanderson - tyrion??? Lmao Sarah sanderson - jaime lmao

Big little lies Daenerys is Renata (or is Cersei Renata?? Would leave space for dany to be celeste) Margaery is Madeline Jeyne is Celeste?? Daenerys is Celeste?? Sansa is Jane?? Arya is bonnie??????

Timeless Sansa is the historian Jon is the military guy Ygritte is his dead ex Sam is the science guy Theon is the villain guy who later becomes the love interest

Dead to me Jen - arya (not cold but very firmly not warm, resting bitch face, might kill sansa but also might kill for sansa) Judy - sansa (bleeding heart, bad men, so much guilt, more than a little confessy when she’s wronged someone, potential to be kinda gay!) Ted - ???? Steve - harry hardyng? Littlefinger himself? Ramsay? Joffrey? Maybe joffrey works best? Ben - gendry (work if he’s joffrey’s “half-brother” or w/e)

Saved au Mary - sansa Cassandra - arya Roland - willas? Tyrion? Hilary Faye - Margaery? Cersei? Patrick - jon? Pastor skip - ned Mary-Louise Parker - catelyn Dean - loras? Theon? Mitch - renly? Robb? Tia - Veronica -

Don’t look under the bed Frances - sansa Darwin - bran after he falls/is pushed Albert - robb? Joann - jon with modifications so that he is a potential love interest at the end for sansa Larry - theon Zoe - margaery? Parents - ned and cat

Hunger games Katniss - jon tbh lmao Peeta - sansa Gale - ygritte? daenerys? Prim - arya? Or does it have to be bran/rickon since jon is a boy?? Maybe it’s not a boy/girl tribute thing maybe it’s just any two tributes Haymitch - tyrion? Dontos? Mance rayder? Wyman manderly? Thoughts to be thunk here with who would be in what district if we want to really get crazy Effie - varys lmfao???? Finnick - jaime lannister Johanna - daenerys? Ooooh but could be brienne if you leaned into it maybe President snow - mad king aerys? Beetee - tyrion? Rue - satin?

Grease Sandy - sansa Danny - jon Kenickie - tormund? Mance? Roger - sam Other greasers - pyp, grenn, etc Rizzo - ygritte Frenchy - gilly? Val? Idk ygritte for rizzo is really the only one that resonates i just love grease Fuck actually ygritte as the rizzo to sansa’s sandy is so good that this is worth giving some more thought The wall boys are such lil fucking nerds that they feel right for the delinquent greasers, too Although lbr jon is more of an alfalfa in the he-man woman haters’ club than he is a danny zucko Theon is more of a danny zucko but i don’t know if i want this for theonsa Anyway sansa’s whole family moved and robb is now doing athlete shit with whoever that athlete sandy briefly dates is (harry hardyng?) Is chacha val?????? Maybe arya falls in with the pink ladies first and then sansa gets sort of reluctantly dragged along Arya sings sandra dee at first and then when rizzo starts to join in she’s like wait only i get to make fun of sansa

Mama mia Meryl streep - sansa Pierce brosnan - jon Swedish guy - theon Colin firth - loras tyrell Christine baranski - margaery tyrell Other friend - jeyne poole LMFAO catelyn as cher i just cackled why is that so funny even though it doesn’t make sense

Harry Potter Sirius - jon James - Robb Lily - Jeyne westerling (except is she maybe more of a james figure politically) Petunia (but nice) - sansa Peter - theon Remus - samwell Tarly Vernon (but just dating) - Harry Hardyng Madame hooch - arya Weasleys - sam and gilly

New girl Jess - sansa Cece - margaery Nick - jon Schmidt - robb Winston - theon

10th kingdom Virginia - sansa The wolf - jon Jon larroquette - ned

Goodbye earl Maryanne - sansa Wanda - jeyne Earl - ramsay

Bring it on (for the gays) Torrance - sansa Torrance’s lil brother - arya Big red - margaery // cersei? The clovers - the sand snakes Missy - mya stone? // margaery? Cliff - gendry // willas/loras? Aaron - daenerys

Teenage bounty hunters Sterling - sansa Blair - arya Debbie - cat Dana - lysa Bowser - the hound?

Buffy the vampire slayer Buffy - arya Cordelia - sansa Willow - bran Xander - jon Angel - gendry Amy - jojen (or is jojen tara?) Dawn - rickon (robb is already away at college?)

[spideykaiparker]

Field Trip Gone Wrong

Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Warnings : slight angst, some fluff, terrible fight scene🤩

summary : Peter's Decathlon team was going on a Field Trip, on the way there, they encountered some trouble, leading to Peter revealing both of yours identities.

a/n : I'm so sorry this is really bad:( i kinda gave up on this halfway writing it, but decided to continue it. i promise i will come up with better fics than this one! also sorry for the horrible superhero name, i didn't know what else to name with the superpowers. English is not my first language, i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Happy Reading! ^_^

Peter's decathlon team was going on a field trip to some museum, Peter didn't really want to go, he didn't want to leave you alone, he wanted to stay with you, go on missions with you, but instead he's going on this field trip without you.

You were an avenger, you have telekenesis, pyrokinesis, and hydrokinesis. Tony recruited you after he found out that there was a new vigilante in queens. You have quite a bit of a reputation, and when he found out that you were around peter's age, he asked peter to convince you to join the avengers.

you were a bit reluctant at first, not really wanting to work with a team, much more comfortable with working alone, but after a bit of negotiating, you eventually agreed. Tony designed a new suit for you, it was similar to Black Widow's but yours is black, with some dark blue accents on the middle and on your arms, like this.

you usually go on missions with Peter, the both of you were quite the dream team, many people think that you both looked cute together, seeing you guys head to the crime scenes together is absolutely iconic, with peter swinging around buildings and you flying with your telekinesis.

shortly after you were recruited as an avenger, you and peter got closer to each other, then eventually leading him to ask you on a date, and from there bloomed a beautiful relationship.

~

"alright everyone, onto the bus!" Mr. Harrington said loudly clapping his hands. one by one, Peter's teammates filed into the school bus, with Peter and Ned following behind.

"dude! are you wearing your suit underneath?" Ned whisper-shouted when he saw something red poking out from underneath of his collar.

peter quickly moved to cover the exposed part, "shh! yes, I'm wearing it, just in case, i got this weird feeling when i was getting ready this morning." he explained quietly.

"oh you mean your peter tingle?" Ned asked as they moved to the back seats of the bus.

"please don't call it that" he exasperated, "but yes, my spidey-sense" he continued, shuffling inside the school bus.

"Awesome!" Ned exclaimed excitedly.

"no, not awesome, something could seriously go wrong today!" Peter whisper-shouted, throwing his hands to the air.

"okay okay, we'll keep a lookout for anything suspicious" Ned put his hands on peter's shoulder in an act of comfort.

peter sighed and slid down in his seat, wishing that this field trip will end quickly even though it has only barely begun.

throwing his head back on the seats, he decided to call you to check how you're doing and also maybe because he may or may not have missed you already.

Pulling out his phone, he searched through his contacts, eventually stopping on your name, 'Y/N💖' and your profile picture, a picture of you and peter cuddling on the couch, your face buried in his chest and his head resting on top of yours, while your arms wrapped tightly around each other.

He pressed the call icon, waiting for you to answer, after a few rings, you finally answered.

"hey pete, what's wrong?" he sighed in content when he heard your voice, wishing you were here by his side.

"nothing's wrong, i-i just... missed you" he stuttered out, feeling a bit embarrassed that he already missed you even if he just saw you more or less an hour ago.

"awee pete, you just saw me an hour ago" you cooed but really, you missed him too.

"i-i know, I'm sorry"

"noo don't say sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for, i missed you too, pete" you sighed out.

"t-that's great then" he hummed.

"but is there seriously nothing wrong?"

"well no, at least for now, but i got a weird feeling earlier, me and ned are on a lookout for anything suspicious" he explained, sitting back on his seat.

"okay, if anything happens, call me, okay?"

"yeah, of course" running a hand through his curly locks, his phone was suddenly snatched harshly by none other than Flash.

"what's up parker? you talking to your imaginary girlfriend?" he taunted, looking at the screen seeing your name and profile picture.

"give it back Flash" he stood up, making a move to grab his phone back, but Flash dodged his attempts.

"who's Y/N huh? did you pay someone to pretend to be your girlfriend?"

"what the fuck, Flash? that doesn't even makes sense, why would i do that?" peter exasperated, throwing his hands to the air.

"well i don't know, you're the one that did it, maybe you did it to make yourself look like less of a nerd" Flash continued taunting him.

"—peter? you there?" your voice rang out.

Flash pressed the phone against his ear, "hey! are you really peter's girlfriend?" he asked.

"uh.. yeah? why are you asking?" you were confused now, but then putting the pieces together, concluding that this was Flash, the guy who bullied peter all throughout highschool.

"did he pay you to say that?"

"what? no! why do you even care about peter so much— you're like, obsessed with him dude, are you sure you don't have a crush on him?" you retaliated back.

"ew! why would anyone even like him, I'm so much better than him—" he started, but got cut off by you.

"Oh really? what? you think just because you have money, you're much better than peter? what do you have besides money that makes you better than peter? oh right, nothing. and you bullying him doesn't make you even better. peter is so much better than you ever will be, he's smart, handsome, kind, and much more that I can't even count on my fingers. just because you have money, doesn't makes you better than anyone else." you spat, fed up by his behaviors towards peter, someone has to put him in his place.

Flash froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes wide, he's glad that he didn't put the call on loudspeaker or else that would make the situation even more embarrassing than it already is.

peter, because of his superhearing, heard every word that came out of your mouth, he's awestruck because of the fact that you defended him form Flash like that.

"w-whatever, peter is still a nerd anyway" he replied, not knowing what else to say, then quickly giving peter his phone back, going back to his seat, while you laughed wholeheartedly.

"oh my god, Y/N, that was awesome!" he beamed with a bright smile on his face.

"yeah, yeah i know I'm awesome"

he was about to reply, but turns out his senses were right, because suddenly, the school bus was forced to come to a halt. The bus was stopped by a group of men, three in total, each wearing masks that covers their whole face.

"—pete? you there?" you questioned, wondering why he suddenly got quiet.

"yeah, Y/N, i think my feeling was right, something did happen..." he trailed off.

"what's wrong pete?!" you demanded.

"i don't know, these guys just showed up out of nowhere, can you come here? i think i might need some help" he explained, scanning the situation.

"yeah, okay, I'll tell Mr. Stark too, okay? but i think he'll arrive a bit longer, i heard he had a business trip"

"okay, just get here as fast as you can" then he hung up, quickly texting you the address where they're at, then turning off his phone, because one of the guys climbed onto the bus and demanded that they got off the bus and followed them, pointing a gun at them.

slowly, he and his teammates got off the bus, leaving their stuff in the bus, they were at an empty road, they were guided to a large field not too far from the road.

the three men ordered them to kneel on the ground with their hands behind their backs.

peter was contemplating on what to do, if he tries to do something now, then his identity will be revealed, but at the same time, if he didn't do anything, his teammates are in great danger, he could wait for you to come, but who knows what will happen while waiting for you, and besides, they were pretty far away from the compound, so it will take a while for you to arrive.

one of the guys pointed a gun at Mr. Harrington and all of them gasped simultaneously, while the other two went back to the bus to grab their phones.

the two guys came back with the phones, but before they could dial anyone, peter suddenly stood up slowly, with his hands in the air. the guys immediately pointed their guns towards him.

his teammates looked at him like he was crazy, there's no way peter could do anything in this situation, but actually they're wrong, peter can do something, he doesn't care if it will reveal his identity, what's important is to protect his teammates.

'what are you doing?' ned mouthed to him, eyes wide, not actually thinking peter is going to do what he's thinking. But peter only replied by giving him a determined look.

"hey man... look we can talk this out, just put down the gun..." he trailed off, his middle and ring finger slowly coming down to press the buttons on his palms, his webshooters ready to shoot.

"hey! stand down! or else I'm going to shoot!" one of the guys commanded.

when peter didn't listen, the guy puts his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

just as he was about to pull the trigger, peter quickly shot his webs at two of the guys, taking their guns, while he kicked the other guy in the face, successfully knocking him out, peter webbed the guy to the ground so he doesn't get away when he wakes up.

his teammates gasped, seeing the webs, and how peter kicked, putting the pieces together, realizing that peter was spider-man.

the two guys immediately attacked peter but peter easily blocked their attacks, one of the guys aimed to punch his face, but peter ducked down, sliding his legs under the guy, so he tripped and fell down.

the guy who was tripped got back up and continued attacking peter, while the other guy sneaked up behind him, but before he could do any damage, you flew over and attacked the guy who was sneaking up behind peter, you picked up a rather large rock with your telekinesis, and threw it at the guy.

"hey! it's Kinetic-Girl!" one of peter's decathlon teammates exclaimed, while the other's just gasped, shocked to see another avenger so upclose.

"peter?!" you exclaimed, still fighting with the guy from before, as you saw peter fighting with the bad guys without his suit on.

"Y/N! oh my god I'm so glad you're here, i know you have a bunch of questions right now, but now is really not a good time" he said as he continued dodging and attacking the bad guy.

when peter successfully knocked the guy for a second, he quickly removed his clothes, revealing his suit underneath, his mask coming up to cover his face.

peter's teammates gasped as they watched the scene unfold infront of them, they could see what other people were talking about when they saw you and peter fighting together, both of you were absolutely iconic.

just as you finished taking out the guy you were fighting with, two other guys appeared out of nowhere and started attacking you, but this time you could feel that they were a lot more stronger than the other guys, you thought maybe they were enhanced as well.

peter came to you when he also finished defeating the guy he was fighting with and continued fighting with one of the new guys.

"hey! where did they came from?" he questioned as he dodged an attack.

"i don't know! they appeared out of nowhere!"

turns out, the guy you were fighting with had a knife in his jacket, he tried stabbing you, and you tried to use your telekinesis to throw the knife away, but it seems like the guy had an iron grip on the knife, because all it did was pulled his hand away from you for a second and then continued attacking you.

as you were fighting the guy, unfortunately you didn't notice another guy sneaking up behind you, which led to you getting stabbed from behind, right below your ribs.

"Y/N!" peter shouted when he saw you get stabbed, with a new found determination, he didn't hold back and fought the guy with all his might, punching and kicking him until he passed out, quickly webbing him to the ground and running over to you.

you gasped, as you looked back to your wound, carefully pulling out the knife, even though you know you're not supposed to do that, but you couldn't fight with a knife sticking out your back.

you continued to fight with the guy the best you can, but somehow the guy managed to stab you once again near your ribs, and once again, you pulled it out and continued fighting the guy, not wanting to stop until he's passed out.

peter also attacked the guy, but is seems like the guy was even stronger than the one he was fighting before, so it took a while for you two to successfully knock him out.

you used your pyrokinesis to light his clothes on fire, which caused him to stagger back a little, but that didn't stop him for good, as he stood back up and charged towards you.

but luckily peter was behind the guy, so he kicked the guy on the head, causing the guy to fall down, to which peter quickly sprayed him with a ton of webs so he couldn't go anywhere.

as soon as he was done with that, he quickly ran over to you, who was now feeling the effects of the stab wounds. you staggered a little, going over to peter.

his masked opened up, revealing his concerned face, then out of nowhere you lost your balance, to which peter thankfully caught you, due to his incredible reflexes.

both of you fell to the ground with peter cradling you on his lap, he removed your mask so you could breathe easier, removing the hair out of your face, then proceeding to caress your face, lightly tapping you cheeks to make you stay awake. he took his clothes that he took off earlier, then used it to gently press it against your wound to prevent any more blood loss.

"Y/N? c'mon Y/N please stay awake, please don't leave me, I'm gonna call Mr. Stark, okay? stay with me please" he pleaded desperately, his eyes tearing up.

his teammates watched with sorrow as peter desperately tried to make you stay awake, they felt the pain from peter's cries, they wanted to help him, but not knowing what to do.

"peter?... I'm sleepy..." you trailed off, your one of your hand coming up to put it on top of peter's, which was holding the cloth on your wound.

"no! Y/N, please, stay awake...!" he cried. his mask came up again to cover his face, he frantically ordered Karen to call Mr. Stark so he would get here quickly.

"Karen? call Mr. Stark please" his voice groggy, from crying.

"alright peter" came her reply.

after a few rings, Tony finally picked up.

"hey kid, what's up?" his voice rang out.

"Mr. Stark! please you have to come here quickly, Y/N! sh-she's... she's—" he choked out a sob, cutting off his words.

"what happened to Y/N, peter?!" Tony's worried voice rang out.

"sh-she got stabbed, please Mr. Stark, come here quickly" he pleaded in between his sobs.

"alright kid, I'm already on my way, okay? keep her awake"

"o-okay.." Tony hung up the phone.

his mask opened again, looking down at you, your eyes having a difficulty to stay open.

"Y/N?" he whispered.

"hm?..."

"please stay awake, i can't lose you" he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.

"I'm not going anywhere, pete, though i do kinda feel sleepy, I'll just take a quick nap, okay?" you slurred out, eyes drooping, your breathing slowing down.

"no! please... don't close your eyes!" he desperately pleaded, holding you close to him.

just as your eyelids were about to give up, Iron Man suddenly flew by and landed right next to you and peter.

his masked opened up revealing his concerned face, he knelt beside you, gently taking you from peter's arms, carrying you bridal style.

"kid?" he said softly.

"Mr. Stark?" came your reply, your voice sounded so weak that he almost flinched.

"Mr. Stark! please hurry and save her!" peter butted in.

"right, uh, I'll see you in the compound, okay kid?" he said, beginning to fly away.

"o-okay Mr. Stark, please help her"

then Tony flew away, leaving peter with his wide-eyed decathlon teammates. They were all gaping at him, as if waiting for an explanation.

"uh..." peter trailed off.

then all of a sudden they began bombarding him with questions.

"since when were you Spider-man?!"

"was that your girlfriend?!"

"how did you became Spider-man?!"

"what?!"

the questions goes on and on, making peter overwhelmed by all of the shouting.

"hey!" the shouting stopped, "uh.. i would like to answer all of your questions, but not now, i really gotta check on my girlfriend, so please hold onto your questions for monday, until then, please don't tell anyone about this, or else Mr. Stark is going to do something, so for the sake of all of us, please keep your mouths shut about this" Peter explained to his teammates. "oh yeah, the cops will be here soon too, so don't worry about the bad guys, okay?" he added.

when he got a nod from one of them, he immediately took off, not forgetting to close his mask, then continued to shoot a web to a nearby building, swinging away from them, leaving his teammates with their mouths agape.

~

when he arrived at the compound, he immediately ran to the infirmary as fast as he could.

when he saw you laying down on one of the beds, he immediately thought the worse.

"Y/N!" he shouted, grabbing a few of attentions from the nurses there.

"shh!" someone suddenly appeared besides him. "calm down, she's just sleeping, luckily i got here on time, so it wasn't that bad" Tony explained to him, slightly calming him down.

"oh.. thank god" he released a relieved sigh, smiling while making his way to you. when he arrived besides you, he sat down on a chair next to your bed, gently taking your hands into his.

"oh yeah... i think i accidentally revealed mine and Y/N's identities to my decathlon teammates...?" it comes out as a question, not the way he intended it to be.

Tony raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean by you accidentally?" he asked, though he already knew what he meant, i mean it's pretty self explanatory.

"I'm sorry! i didn't mean to! i didn't know what else to do, i didn't want to risk my friends life just because i wanted to protect my identity, their life is much more important than my identity. And Y/N was having a difficult time breathing so i had to take of her mask" he explained, a sigh falling out from his parted lips, placing his elbows on your bed, running his hands down his face.

"well, what's done is done, i mean, you both were going to reveal your identities when you graduate highschool anyways, right? it's not too long from now, so for now they could sign NDA'S, and you wont be too burdened by it for long, because it's not too long until you graduate." Tony gives a solution, standing besides him, patting his shoulder.

"okay..." he felt slightly relieved, at least not too many people knew, he wished his teammates will keep their words and not tell anyone about it.

"I'm proud of you kid, you did the right thing, don't think about it too much, okay?" Tony patted his shoulder once again, then went out of the room.

"okay..." he mumbled, even though he knew Tony wouldn't hear him.

he averted his eyes to you, staring at you, admiring you, he thought you looked so peaceful while sleeping, not being burdened by missions and the responsibility of being an avenger.

"staring is creepy you know" you suddenly muttered out, your eyes still closed, but feeling an intense stare at you.

"Y/N!" he gasped, "i was so worried about you, i thought you were going to leave me" he whimpered out, pressing a kiss onto your hands.

"hey, you can't get rid of me that easily you know" you joked, but inside you were feeling horrible, you should've been more careful, what kind of superhero are you? can't even dodge a knife.

peter laughed slightly, but still looking concerned. "how are you feeling?"

"like shit" you replied, a smirk forming on your lips.

you both laughed, but you couldn't help letting the thoughts back in, your laughter fading.

"hey, what's wrong?"

"nothing, i-i just— i was so bad out there, i couldn't even defend myself, letting myself getting stabbed two times, what kind of superhero i am, if i can't even defend myself, how can i even help other people like that, pete?" you exasperated, looking dejected.

"hey, hey, that wasn't your fault, you tried to defend yourself, but the guy was enhanced, you, couldn't do anything about it, and besides, you still helped my teammates back there, you know? you also helped me a lot, if you didn't show up, i don't know how I would've handled that" he gently took your face in his hands, wiping the tears that you didn't even know were there.

"thank you, i don't know what i would do without you" you managed to let out, too overwhelmed by the emotions you're feeling.

"anything for you, baby" he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

"i love you"

"and i love you, Y/N"

you ushered him to hop on the bed with you, desperately wanting to cuddle with him, want to feel his warmth.

"are you sure?"

"yess, now get your ass here"

"geez, okay boss" rolling his eyes, he gently got on the bed, snuggling up besides you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, not wanting to touch your wound, in return, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest.

"oh yeah... i think i also accidentally revealed your identity to my teammates," he started, just as you were about to get mad, he continued, "—But! don't worry about it, i already talked to Mr. Stark, and he will have it sorted, they're going to sign NDA'S, and besides we're going to reveal our identity after i graduated highschool, so it's not too much of a burden" he continued his explanation.

you sighed, silently agreeing with him, because there's nothing you could even do, so you just accepted it, and continued cuddling up to him.

not long after, you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

~

monday came by, and peter was already dreading it, he didn't want to deal with his teammates shenanigans, but he has to do it unless he wanted his and yours identities revealed. his teammates already signed the NDA'S, right when they were back at school from the horrible field trip, but still, Peter was a little paranoid.

during school hours, his teammates just looked at him, like they're expecting something, sure it was annoying, but peter learned to get over it.

then finally, school was over, and it was time for Decathlon.

when he stepped foot into the room, he immediately got bombarded with a ton of questions from his teammates.

"woah woah! okay! one at a time!" he exclaimed, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

"okay, anyone who has questions, raise your hands" almost immediately, everyone except Ned and MJ raised their hands.

"umm, you there, with the glasses" he pointed to a random student.

"how did you become Spider-man?"

"uh.. i got bit by a radioactive spider on the field trip to oscorp, and no, the spider is not alive." he answered.

"alright, next question, you" he pointed to another student.

"is Kinetic-Girl your girlfriend?"

hearing the question, a blush immediately formed on his cheeks, but he answered it nonetheless.

"uh.. yeah..." he answered shyly, rubbing his cheeks to somehow calm down his blushing.

"does the webs come out from you?"

"no, i made them"

"how long have you been dating Kinetic-Girl?"

"it's about to be two years next month"

"so do you really have an internship at Stark Industries?"

"well at first it was a cover up for... Spider-man, but then Mr. Stark actually made me his personal intern"

and the questions goes on and on, but peter answered every single one of them, not really minding it at all.

"uhm.. okay, that's all for the questions, once again, please don't tell anyone about this, you've all signed the NDA'S so you can't talk about this to anyone, keep it to yourselves, okay?" he ended the sudden QnA with that, hoping that his teammates will keep their words and not tell anyone.

"and please don't treat me any different, just treat like you always do, like the nerd i am." he finished.

his teammates agreed with him, and with that, they continued the decathlon meet like any other day, the fact that peter is Spider-man, pushed away to the back of their minds, but some still shocked about the newfound information i.e Flash.

[blazingparker]

tony finds out that peter wants to propose. marriage = very scary thing for tony. tony panics. peter mishears and thinks the issue is that tony doesn’t want to marry HIM. [misunderstandings + breaking up then making up + angst w/ a happy ending].

thanks sooo much for this prompt, anon!!!! i changed it a little so they didn’t break up but they do have a big fight and make up. It’s also a little shorter than i wanted since i can’t really type still due to my wrist injury but i didn’t want to make you wait any longer. i really hope you enjoy this!

read it on ao3!

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But Your Fears Get in the Way

Peter was going to propose.

Holy shit, Peter was going to propose.

It wasn’t like Tony had meant to overhear, okay? It wasn’t his fault Peter had assumed Tony was in the lab, not in the living room when he got back from patrol.

“Yeah, Ned, I got the ring. No, I don’t know when yet. I’ll let you know. I just-I want it to be perfect, you know?”

Tony had reacted wonderfully, if you must know. He most certainly did not pretend to be asleep on the couch so Peter wouldn’t know he’d overheard, and he definitely did not avoid his boyfriend as much as possible in the following days. It was a shitty move, and Tony knew it, but he didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t marriage material. What he and Peter had - it worked. If they changed it, if they got engaged, Tony would ruin it. He knew that, and he needed Peter to know that before he lost the best relationship he’d ever had because of his own inability to stop fucking up.

It was just a question of how to bring it up to Peter without breaking his heart and ruining everything anyway. Which was why he’d asked Rhodey to come over and help him out. Tony wasn’t the greatest with words and knew he needed to practice with someone before going out and essentially tell his boyfriend ‘Hey, I overheard you the other day. Sweet gesture, but I’m not marriage material.’

“Tony.”

Tony looked up from the Iron Man gauntlet he was in the middle of repairing to find his best friend standing in the middle of the lab, looking very irritated.

“Hey honey bear,” Tony snarked, sitting back in his chair and setting his tools down.

“You do realize you asked me to come over here, right?” “Course I do.”

“Well, then maybe next time you could put down your toys the first time I call your name instead of the fifth.” Rhodey gave Tony a little smirk and crossed the room, sitting down in a chair across from Tony. The genius ran a hand over his face, looking genuinely apologetic - a rare occurrence for him.

“Sorry, Rhodey. I just-this has got me really shaken up,” he admitted. Rhodey tried not to let his shock show, knowing Tony would shut down and shut him out if he looked like he might be mocking him or not taking him seriously.

“You said Peter wants to propose?” He asked, Tony nodding to confirm the information he’d shared over the phone. Rhodey whistled lowly and blew out a breath, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s big stuff, man.”

“I know it’s big stuff!” Tony almost yelled, reining it back in at the unimpressed look the other man shot in his direction. “I just-I can’t let him. I can’t let him propose. But if I stop him beforehand, I’ll break his fucking heart and he’ll know I overheard him the other night. If I say no, that’d be even worse. If I say yes, I’m just prolonging the inevitable break-up.”

“Why would it be an inevitable break-up? Peter loves you. You’ve been together for four years, Tony. That’s plenty of time for someone to decide their relationship is or isn’t going to work and then act accordingly. Clearly he loves you a whole lot if he’s bought the ring and everything like you said.” Rhodey tried to keep any judgment out of his tone, wanting to understand and not aggravate his friend.

“Because that’s what I do!” Tony exclaimed, standing up so fast his chair rolled backwards across the lab floor. “I ruin relationships. It’s honestly a fucking miracle this has lasted this long, you saw how Pepper and I were before.” Rhodey didn’t disagree - Tony and Pepper had been a hot mess. “I ruin relationships, but I haven’t yet with Peter! So everything needs to just-just stay the same so that I can continue to not fuck it up. For once in my life.”

There was silence after that, Tony’s chest heaving as he breathed in heavily and tried to calm himself down. Rhodey stood from his chair as well, crossing the room to his best friend and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Tony almost seemed on the verge of tears, something he’d only seen a handful of times before.

“I don’t think you could ruin what you and Peter have,” Rhodey said, holding up a hand when Tony immediately opened his mouth to argue. “But if you’re that worried about it, tell him.”

“Tell him what?” Tony asked, and Rhodey took a second to think about how to phrase his next words. He thought Tony’s fears about ruining his and Peter’s relationships were uncalled for, but they didn’t come from nowhere. There was real fear there that needed to be addressed. Both men were so deeply engrossed in their own thoughts and their conversation that neither noticed the lab door easing open slightly and a head full of fluffy brown curls peeking in.

“Tell him you can’t,” Rhodey eventually suggested. “Just-tell him everything you told me. Talk it out with him. Tell him you’re not ready for marriage yet but that you still love him.”

“I’m not ever going to be ready.”

“Then tell him that, Tony. Tell him you can’t marry him. But tell him, not me.”

The two men jumped at the sound of the lab door slamming shut and swift footsteps running down the hall.

“Who was that?” Tony asked, thoroughly confused.

“It seems Mr. Parker is leaving the building in quite a hurry,” JARVIS spoke up. Tony’s entire chest filled with dread and the room was suddenly entirely too cold. Peter had heard. How much had he heard? Didn’t matter, he heard enough to just leave. He’d done it again, he’d ruined the one good thing he had left--

“I’ve ruined this already,” Tony wheezed, finding it difficult to breathe. Rhodey’s hands landed on his arms, his best friend coaching him through taking some deep breaths.

“You didn’t. We both made a pretty huge mistake, but we can fix it. Let’s go talk to him, we can explain.” Tony shook his head, placing his hand on Rhodey’s and removing it.

“No, I need to fix this. Thanks though.” He gave Rhodey a weak smile before rushing out the door, following JARVIS’ directions up to the penthouse.

-

“Peter!” He called out as the elevator doors opened. He heard shuffling in their bedroom and ran over to the doorway.

Peter was packing a bag. That feeling of dread in Tony's chest intensified as he took in the scene.

“What?” The younger man asked coldly, shoving clothing into his suitcase in a hurried manner that was so unlike him. Usually he treated his things with more care, folding each item carefully before placing it gently in Ben’s old suitcase.

“Just-stop packing, okay?” Tony walked over to where the suitcase rested on the bed and gently tried to block Peter from placing another shirt inside. Thanks to Peter’s ridiculously good reflexes, he was unsuccessful.

“Why? So I can keep listening to the bullshit you and Rhodey were spewing downstairs?” Peter asked, and Tony sighed as he continued to pack. Eventually, the billionaire just started taking the clothes back out of the suitcase, something Peter squawked at. For a few moments, there was just a flurry of movement as Tony took clothing out and Peter rushed to put it back in.

“Knock it off!” Peter cried out after a few moments, catching Tony’s wrists in his hands and holding them tightly.

“Then hear me out,” Tony said, trying to stay calm for them both. On the inside, though, he was terrified. And maybe a little turned on by Peter manhandling him like that--

Focus, Tony.

“Fine,” Peter practically growled as he released Tony’s wrists and took a step back from his suitcase. “Talk, then.”

“First of all, what you heard was taken wildly out of context,” Tony started, and Peter immediately scoffed and rolled his eyes. The younger man crossed his arms over his chest defensively, taking a few steps back from his boyfriend and fixing him with an incredulous look.

“Oh, so you weren’t talking about how much you don’t want to marry me? How you can’t?” He spat out, the words seemingly spearing directly through Tony’s heart.

“Peter-”

“Don’t Peter me. If you didn’t want to marry me, you could have just fucking said so!” Peter said, clearly distressed but trying to hold back tears. “No, but instead-instead, you strung me along for four goddamn years only to tell your friend that you can’t marry me instead of telling me! Do you not see how fucked up that is, Tony?! The second you overheard me you should have come to me instead of avoiding me like the plague! I thought I’d done something wrong, but I guess the only thing that I did wrong was loving you too much.”

“I-”

“No, I’m not finished,” Peter said, pointing at him. Something in his gaze, in the way he held himself in such a defensive way that he’d never been around Tony before, made the genius shut up. “Four years is plenty of time to tell me you don’t want to marry me. Plenty of time for you to let me go so we can both move on. Why didn’t you? What did you think was going to happen? That we were just going to stay boyfriends forever? Newsflash, Tony, in adult relationships there’s this thing called commitment.”

“I have been wholly committed to this relationship for four years, Parker,” Tony growled, more than a little bit of anger peeking through the fear at those words.

“Congratu-fucking-lations! You’re not acting like an adult though, are you? Committing to a relationship means commitment for the future, too! Not just right now.” Peter yelled - he was yelling now - and something inside Tony broke.

“I never said I didn’t want to marry you!” He yelled, and both of them fell into a shocked silence. Tony never raised his voice - not at Peter, anyway. Sure, they’d fought before, but Tony was usually calmer and when he did get angry he never yelled like that. They both took a few breaths before Tony ran his hands over his face and continued.

“I never said the problem was you,” he rephrased, voice softer now as he glanced down at the floor. “I’m the problem, Peter.”

“You’re the-”

“No, stop. Just let me talk.” Tony’s voice was exhausted, defeated even. He knew this was coming, despite Rhodey telling him otherwise. Despite hoping his days of setting relationships on fire and then watching them burn were over.

“Okay,” Peter agreed in an equally quiet tone. He felt slightly bad for screaming at Tony like that, but given what he’d overheard it had felt justified at the time. Now, after seeing his boyfriend look so utterly broken like this? He wasn’t so sure.

“This,” Tony gestured between them. “This is what I do. I cause problems. My relationships start out great and then inevitably I fuck it up somehow. A suit comes to protect me from a nightmare. I forget an anniversary because I’m too busy tinkering in the lab.” He finally met Peter’s eyes. “I take my fears of losing you to my best friend instead of to you, like I should have.” Something in Peter’s eyes softened slightly at that last admission, and Tony swallowed before continuing.

“Four years with you isn’t enough, Peter. Our whole lives won’t be enough. Of course I want to marry you. But I can’t. I can’t marry you because then when I fuck up and lose you then we’re both going to be in for a world of hurt. It’ll be easier if we just stay like this.” Peter took in a breath like he wanted to say something but Tony kept talking. “I’m not saying dating is going to make it so I never screw this up, but it’ll at least let me enjoy this a little longer. Enjoy you a little longer.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then another.

After a few moments, Peter walked up to Tony and gently took his hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs over calloused knuckles.

“You’re an idiot,” he whispered fondly, and Tony tried to jerk his hands out of Peter’s grip. His boyfriend was too fast, though, holding on steadily and continuing those soft touches.

“That’s not news,” Tony tried to joke, but his voice was weak.

“You’re not going to lose me,” Peter murmured.

“I just did! Almost. You were packing!”

“Because I thought my boyfriend didn’t want to marry me. I thought-” Peter broke off, taking in a shaky breath as tears came to his eyes. “I thought you wanted marriage, but not with me. Why would I stay and make us both go through a relationship where neither one of us is ever going to get what we really want?”

Tony could almost kiss his stupid, selfless boyfriend. Of course Peter fucking Parker would put his own heart into the line of fire to make sure Tony got what he really wanted.

“Now that I know that that’s not what you meant, I’m here to stay. Of course I’m here to stay. I love you, Tony.” Peter reached up and pressed a soft kiss to Tony’s cheek, squeezing his hands lightly.

“So you understand why I can’t?” Tony asked, and Peter rolled his eyes. The action was more fond now than it was angry.

“No, I don’t. But we’re going to work on it. As long as what we both want most is each other, then we can work it out. I’m not going to let your fears get in the way of us.” Peter smiled sweetly up at Tony, who felt slightly dizzy. Peter wasn’t leaving him. They were going to be okay.

“I’ll work on it,” he promised, voice barely more than a whisper.

“We will,” Peter amended. Tony simply nodded before leaning down, capturing Peter’s lips in a fierce kiss. He finally pulled his hands free of that soft grip and wrapped them around the smaller man, tugging him into his chest and holding him close.

As they slowly broke apart, Tony barely held back a whine and tried to chase after Peter’s lips. His boyfriend just laughed, placing a gentle finger on Tony’s lips.

“Wanna help me get my clothes off the bed?” He asked, and the older man groaned at the thought of cleaning up.

“Do we have to?” He asked.

“Well, we can’t exactly have fantastic make-up sex if the bed is covered in all my clean clothes,” Peter pointed out, smirking as he mouthed along Tony’s neck before pulling away.

Tony, ever the genius, simply ripped the comforter off the bed and tossed it aside, revealing sheets with no clean clothing in the way.

“Fixed,” he crowed, picking Peter up and placing him on the bed. The laughter that rang out in their bedroom as he climbed on top of his boyfriend was something Tony knew he would cherish.

They had things to work through, that was for sure. But it was like Peter said. As long as they both wanted each other, Tony had a feeling they would figure it all out.

[hoodieofholland]

🌷going shopping w bf!peter ned and mj but peters wearing gray sweatpants so reader tries to turn him on in the store

Eeyyy, last blurb for my sleepover :( but finally one with peter :)) hope you like it!

Warnings: suggestive. Peter and reader are +18 here.

"This whole store is just... lame", MJ says as she runs her hands lazily through the clothes folded on the shelf.

You chuckle, shrugging. "I like it, though there are some expensive shit here", you were trying your second dress, while she would drink the rest of her milkshake. Finding something to wear to some fancy Mr. Stark's dinner was proving to be one of the hardest things you had done in a week, which were something big itself, since you had so many stressing classes in college.

So you, Peter, Ned and MJ went to the mall that afternoon, looking for something for all of you to wear in that special night. Peter and Ned went to some store for man clothes, looking for a new suit or something, and you and MJ were now trying some dresses.

"What you think about this one?", you turn around, out of the trial room, staring at the mirror to take a better look. MJ raised her head to look at you, her bored face giving place to a tiny smile as she crosses her arm.

"This one is beautiful", she cocks her head to the side. "Specially if you want a certain someone to get a boner", she teases.

"What? MJ!", you shout, cheeks getting red at the thought of Peter getting a little too excited in the middle of a dinner with his 'coworkers'. "Is it that bold? I can change it, it's not even that pretty, I'm gonna find something else-"

"Hey, y/n, calm down", she giggles, shaking her head. "I'm joking, okay? It's beautiful, it's not bold. But you do look really pretty", she shrugs. "I mean, in the most strictly restrictive standard a society can set up for you to be, but... yeah, it still looks good".

You smile kindle at her statement and turn to take a last glance. "Okay, then that's it, this is the one".

You were about to step inside the cabinet again to change back into your clothes when you hear Peter and Ned's voices coming in your direction, as if they were quietly arguing.

"I'm not gonna wear that, Ned, it's fucking ridiculous-"

"Hey, you guys", you smile and wave, giggling at their clumsiness as they never stop on their track to talk to each other. "Found mine. What do you think?"

Peter snaps his head to the sound of your voice, his eyes meeting your body and his feet finally going to a stop. His hands are still in the air, dropping slowly while his mouth was agape and his jaw tensed. He swallowed hard before saying anything else.

"So... do you like it, Pete?", you were mostly worried about everyone's opinion after what MJ said. What if you made an appearance in a Tony Stark's dinner too dressed up or showing much more than you should? What if it wasn't elegant enough to attend to? You were Peter's girlfriend and you didn't want to embarrass both of you going with the wrong dress.

"It's... woah, I mean, it's beautiful", he said, voice husky as his eyes kept tracking your body. You titl your head to the side.

"You sure? You took too long to answer, I'm gonna search another-", you start to ramble, but then MJ coughed a little.

"Y/n, remember what I told you? So...", she hides the tiniest smile as he grabs her phone and book and gets up from her seat. "Ned, I didn't find anything yet. Mind helping me out?"

"What? No! I'm not good at this girl's stuff, and you're so hard to get to like anything. Aaand I need to help Peter, cause he didn't like his suit, he really needs my help-"

"Ned", MJ says sternly through gritted teeth. "Now".

Ned sighed loudly, but gave up nonetheless, following MJ down the hall to look through some other options.

You smile at them, as they disappear in the store, glancing back at Peter, who was still staring at your body. "Hey, weirdo", you giggle, and watch as his cheeks start to rise in pink.

"Oh, sorry, I... I was just thinking that you look really stunning, baby", he smiles, licking his lips briefly. "So, that's it? Is that the one?"

Peter, in fact, would be very pleased if that was your choice, but he couldn't deny the euphoria that passed through his body as soon as you shook your head and smirked. "Actually, I have a couple more dresses here. Wanna see me try?"

You have already discarded all the other ones as possible choices, but you knew how they still looked good on you. Seeing Peter wearing that grey sweatpants you loved so much made you want to tease him a little bit more. You knew how he looked with those whenever he was turned on.

"May I ask your help?", you say as you turn around, pointing to the ziper on your back, hiding your mischievous smile.

"Yeah, yeah, sure", he excitedly said, not losing a single second to touch you, fingers lingering over your skin as he helped you get undressed again. When he was done, you held the front of the dress and turned around again.

"Gonna change, okay?", you bite your lips and before you can step inside the cabinet again, you take a look at his crotch and can't help but giggle and wiggle your eyebrows in a tease manner. "Looks like someone is enjoying shopping with their girlfriend way too much, isn't it?"

[aerltarg]

Maybe this is a stupid question, buuuuut:

I just can't imagine a world that Rhaegar comes back from the Trident, wins the war and becomes king. No, I'm not a anti Rhaegar, matter of fact I like him very much, I'm just can imagine how would Lya, little Jon, this whole affair, would settle in the capital. The norm that fics (at least those I read) tend to follow is to make Rhaegar:

1. A douche, paranoid and destiny-obessed king.

2. Completely incompetent, aloof monarch, that deep down has a heart of gold, but can't really be understood.

I mean, isn't he supposed to be a scholar since he was a kid? What's are your thoughts about it?

oh, yeah, i can totally understand this! it's is the whole point in canon actually, "the wrong man came back from the trident". you would expect a hero win against his antagonist and have a happy ending w his lady love but it doesn't happen. instead the subversion happens to them with rhaegar being killed by robert who becomes obviously a shitty king and lyanna dying after him. they were never supposed to have happy ending, they were created as tragic and doomed and dead from the beginning for the whole plot to start, jon to have his parentage mystery and dany to take the passed baton as the last dragon, prophesied savoir and the heir who has to carry entire house on her back now.

as for the realistic rhaegar wins aus that's the difficult question. tbh we just don't know enough abt their situation, plans and wishes. you see, e.g. in agot we can be right in ned's head and see his motivations, what he was thinking abt, what he was planning, what he was hoping to do. but if his story was told the way rhaegar's was i bet he would have his own crowd of haters and ~intellectuals~ jumping out every two seconds w their "hot takes" how actually all hints abt what rlly happened (ned being a good man w his own sense of honour, justice and experiences affecting him and the deal w cersei's children) doesn't matter and he was an ambitious prick, planned to grasp the power by being joffrey's regent and make his daughter sansa queen. (you can actually insert there any bullshit and still don't reach the level of stupidity of such "hot takes" this fandom loves so much lmao). also he would be blamed to the hell and beyond for being too stupid and not foreseeing the future and actions of other ppl bc ofc after everything happened it's so easy to say what was so obvious to notice. also they would say that the deaths of his men and horrible fates of his kids are 100% his fault and even straight up say he killed them lmao. i can rant abt it for hours so yeah. this is a situation w too many unknown variables bc it depends too much on actions of too many characters we don't know enough abt. the only thing it's possible to tell for sure is the fact that there couldn't be any perfect solutions since things got too complicated at this point.

such fics as you've mentioned tho are just a part of this dumb fanon where rhaegar is "too prophecy obsessed"/"incapable of love"/shrodinger's rhaegar both smart and stupid at the same time/whatever/all of this combined lmfao. the man was notably intelligent from the early age as you've absolutely rightly mentioned, his guesses abt himself being tptwp have nothing to do w egocentrism as some parts of the fandom would want us all to believe unless he wouldn't be so reasonable abt it and later on, after so many years, wouldn't have changed his mind and thought his son could be tptwp.

and literally fuck all antis that think you shouldn't consider prophecies that hold real power in this fantasy world lol. you know, aegon the conqueror was said to be motivated (or at least partly) to unify westeros by the prophecy and still got the treatment of perfect/maximum close to perfect figure of a leader everyone should look up to from the narrative and grrm. prophecy obsessed much, huh? i don't even talk abt all these parallels between him and rhaegar grrm put there not for bitches to ignore them completely! and i will never get tired of reminding that dismissing prophecies is UNWISE for targaryens of all people. the house whose story is built on the dream of young daenys and her father aenar that listened to her despite common sense (or what local "anti magic"/"anti prophecies" clowns consider to be common sense). targs would be as dead as the rest of dragonlords if not for daenys the dreamer. who else in the world has as many reasons to take prophecies seriously as them?

yet antis out there act as if rhaegar is one dimensional weirdo whose every character trait is abt mf ~prophecy obsession~. like how can they miss one of the main points so badly?? the game of thrones distracts ppl from the real danger beyond the wall, yk, the one rhaegar was aware of and meant to deal with. there wouldn't be such a problem if he became king and had as many years of head start before ice zombies apocalypse as ignorant bobby b did. rhaegar had to die just for westeros to sink in shit and our main heroes to save everyone to make this story more epic LMAO

so yeah, too many ppl portray rhaegar as this one dimensional robotic creature without any knowledge of what feelings are idk even for what reason. it seems these ppl can't read for real bc rhaegar was not only intelligent af as well as dutiful ("it seems i must be a warrior" but "he loved his harp more than his lance") but also. ugh emotional?? my boy had constant emo sessions w brooding at ruins of summerhall, sleeping out there beneath the stars all alone and writing songs that made all women cry. does it sound as someone who "isn't capable of love" lol? folks act as if he was completely heartless from the day he was born (bc he didnt play w other kids ig??) but in reality their emotional range is less than the one of a spoon in comparison to rhaegar's lol. i'm not even gonna address the horrible attitude of demonizing him for his implied depression, vile clowns never listen to themselves when they talk abt targaryens and their "madness".

tldr; these fics are mostly lame af and suck at characterization if they're making rhaegar like that lol. anyway his character isn't abt being a good or a bad king, it's abt being a would-be-king for characters in books and readers in reality to sigh over his tragic aura and pretty aesthetic abt how it could've been. however, grrm clearly doesn't write rhaegar as evil or incapable as some parts of the fandom would want to try to persuade others. realistically speaking in the scenario where he wins there couldn't be any perfect decisions but it's a territory of speculations on thin air and lit nothing more since canon doesn't provide us with enough information to rlly theorize anything instead of building biased headcanons some ppl call "analysis".

but remember what barristan said about rhaegar while practically watching him all his life, from a literal baby to the man grown:

“I know little of Rhaegar. Only the tales Viserys told, and he was a little boy when our brother died. What was he truly like?”

The old man considered a moment. “Able. That above all. Determined, deliberate, dutiful, single-minded.” (ASOS, Daenerys I)

“Prince Rhaegar’s prowess was unquestioned, but he seldom entered the lists. He never loved the song of swords the way that Robert did, or Jaime Lannister. It was something he had to do, a task the world had set him. He did it well, for he did everything well. That was his nature. But he took no joy in it. Men said that he loved his harp much better than his lance.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)

[welcometogrouchland]

penny for your spiderman thoughts? was it good?

"was it good?" what an excellent question! i know it elicited a sense of baffling joy from me. i tried drafting a full review with like a list and everything but tbh most of what i can say about it is that it surprised me with how much effort was put in to making it more than marvel's big gimmick movie. it still is that on some fundamental level but somebody in the writers room clearly wanted to make it more than just a 2 and a half hour marketing stunt. spoilers ahead but:

there is still the usual mcu problems there that i'd be remiss not to metion:

i really don't like the portrayal of elektro in this movie as sassy black comic relief. it rubs me the wrong way- there's a lot more you could be doing with that iteration of the character that the movie barely scratches the surface of. and while i appreciate Ned getting a bit more to do plot-wise he was treated as a joke a bit too often for me AND giving the character you're pigeonholing as spiderman's asian sidekick the mystical doctor strange powers (which have their own nasty layer of Orientalism to their potrayal) is. not good! especially with so little build up.

there is...also a very complicated moral debate that lies at the centre of this movie's plot that it does NOT want to give a lot of time and thought to, and which uses some...deeply uncomfortable language to me. also the shield on the statue of liberty is dumb as shit

but there's like. 50% less billionaire bootlicking here and also some. interesting course correction w/ spiderman that i wanna talk about in a sec so put a pin in that

the main thing that stands out to me is that the characters from the old movies feel like characters and not gratuitous cameos. Andrew Garfield gets a nice little moment that wraps up some stuff in his arc and both spidermen feel like significant mentors to peter. shits low-key kinda heartwarming ngl. the villains do what good villains do, making peter a more interesting and well rounded character, with some newfound pathos to boot.

speaking of the course correction done in this movie is interesting??? some it feels like a response to people's complaints which, yeah that's technically pandering, but it doesn't make the movie worse off i think. the big one is obviously addressing the choice to leave out uncle ben by uncle ben-ing aunt may (say that 5 times fast). tbh it might constitute fridging but i don't care because it's almost an improvement on the uncle ben thing like. we knew may! we were attached to her as a character! it's honestly really impactful this way and marvel actually committed to the bit and didn't bring her back or anything. nice. on a slightly smaller note is giving an acknowledgment that peter's broke and having his status quo by the end being that he's poor and on his own was. genuinely reassuring and refreshing. also the bright, homemade costume at the end!!!

speaking of colours. THE MOVIE ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE A MOVIE???? like the camera work and cinematography (THE CINEMATOGRAPHY) and production design and mise-en-scene serve the story and look good??? i mean. most of the villains got a costume downgrade (goblin and elektro...) but besides that the lighting and composition of shots didn't look like garbage?? i'm guessing some behind the scenes shifts in gear being used caused this like what happened with guardians volume two and that's why the movie actually has things like saturated colours and effective uses of rack focus. also the action was really engaging and tbh? the whole sinister six pseudo-horror sequence in the apartment buildings was like. really fucking good lmao

also, in the words of alexander j newall in the tma season 5 QnA, you really can't go wrong with a highstakes personal choice for an ending. it was a really bittersweet feel and i can imagine a lot of ppl are upset about it but. i don't care it was good character growth for peter and was very in line with spidey as a character like. not 2 drop a controversial take but uh. i think this might be like. a better version of the infamous one day more storyline in some ways??? ending wise at least.

ANYWAY. as far as movies go?? pretty alright. some wink wink nudge nudge humour, some problematic portrayals that hold me back from responsibly recommending it, some really good moments, a really well structured story, even if it felt more like a beginning than an end.

but as far as MCU movies go????? this is THEE most motion picture ever

[marvelslut16]

Prank gone wrong

Prompt number: 19 “I can’t do this anymore”

Fandom: It

Paring: Richie Tozier x reader (aged up to 17 or 18)

Rating: T

Word count: 2.6k (this was supposed to be short!)

Warnings: Swearing. Bullying. Mentions of domestic abuse/domestic violence- nothing graphic. asshole Richie. Angst but ends fluffy

A/N: Oof I’ve been gone for ages, I’m sorry guys. But here’s day one of fictober, so hopefully I’ll be able to keep up and this will motivate me to write regularly again. I’m not sure if I love this one or not. I liked the idea when I started and then it took some turns and this is what I ended up with while writing between zoom classes, so sorry if it sucks. I added the second gif cause it’s closer to the age in the story. 

It all started as a stupid prank, a way to get back at Greta for years and years of torture, you never thought it would end in you losing a friend. Just over three months ago Richie agreed to Bev’s plan, take Greta out on a few dates and then publicly humiliate her- give her a taste of her own medicine. But to everyone's surprise, it lasted way longer than a few dates and there was no end in sight. Worst of all it seemed that Richie was actually falling for her- he would defend her any chance he got and even started ditching the losers to spend time with her and her friends. 

It was no surprise to you that Greta fell for Richie, he’s funny, sweet, and he’s aged well. His head has grown into his coke bottle glasses, he still wears hawian shirts but now he has a leather jacket over them constantly- a leather jacket that the two of you picked out together. There is no better than one Richie Tozier, and your feelings are getting harder and harder to deny. Your crush on the trashmouth developed back in middle school- the summer Pennywise reigned terror, but through the years your crush turned into something stronger- by senior year you knew you loved him. Halfway into said school year every loser, besides Richie of course, knew of your feelings for him. The pitied glances they would send your way were almost suffocating. 

Richie is late to lunch yet again, probably making out with Greta in the hallway, so each of you are using this time to talk about the personal hell her and her friends have created for each of you today. You go last, quickly giving them a rundown of your encounter with her in the bathroom, where she threatened you to stay away from ‘her Richie’ and that you would live to regret it if you didn’t. She even ripped one of your textbooks out of your hands, dropping it into the disgusting toilet water- calling you a worthless slut on her way out. 

“Greta is such a bitch!” you complain to your friends, mindlessly pushing around the mush they call lunch at Derry high with the cheap plastic spork they provide. 

“I’d prefer if you didn’t talk about my girlfriend that way,” Richie’s voice is calm and even- lacking the normal excitement and joking lilt to it. Your eyes widen in horror at him having heard you, then they narrow at how genuine his defense of her is. 

“Richie, c’mon, let it go,” Eddie pleads, glancing between your shocked and hurt face and Richie’s angry one. 

“No Eddie, I’m so sick of (Y/N) talking shit about my girlfriend!” you whip around in your seat and look at him in shock. 

“Richie what the hell?” you rise out of your seat so he won’t look down on you literally and figuratively anymore. He cocks his eyebrow, head dropping to the side as he crosses his arms and lets out a huff of annoyance. “Ya know what? I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what anymore?” Richie doesn’t drop the cocky attitude, making the next words out of your mouth slightly less painful. 

“Be your friend,” there’s a collective gasp from your friends. Richie’s face morphs into shock and sadness for a split second before hardening and sending you another glare. “Not when you’re dating her. She’s changing you Richie!” 

“Greta was right about you, you are a bitch,” your breath catches in your throat and you fight the tears that well up in your eyes. Richie’s glare is unflinching as you stare him in the eye, a tell-tale sign that he doesn’t regret a single word that he said. The murmuring from the table behind you stops the moment the words leave his mouth, they all stare at their friend in shock. 

“Fine, then you’ll never have to deal with this bitch again,” you spin around and grab your backpack and lunch tray. “Fuck you Richard Tozier!” you dump your tray of mush into the trach on your way out of the cafeteria nad away from that stupid boy you somehow fell for. 

“What did you just do?” Stan is the first one to regain the use of his voice, he’s glaring at Richie as the boy takes your recently vacated seat. 

“I’m sick of her attitude towards Greta,” he tries to defend, shocked when all of his friends level him with matching glares. 

“W-wh-what h-ha-ha-happen-ned to th-he pr-pr-prank-k?” Bill’s recently improved stuttering growing worse as he grows anxious at the turn of events between his friends. 

“Greta isn’t the bad one here, we’ve been rude to her all of these years!” Richie once again tries to effectively defend his girlfriend.

“She wrote loser on my cast!” Eddie practically screeches before he goes into an anxiety attack, beleving it’s an asthma attack he takes two puffs from his inhaler.

“Her and her friends dumped wet garbage on me,” Bev adds, quieter than Eddie. 

“That was in middle school,” Richie rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat. 

“I thought you were in love with (Y/N) before the whole prank, that you did it to get over her,” Eddie says slowly this time, having calmed down from moments prior. 

“Greta helped me realize I never loved (Y/N), I was doing what was expected after years of friendship,” the losers stare at him- open mouthed and gaping at Richie’s stupidity. 

“She attacked (Y/N) in the bathroom this morning,” Mike tries to reason with his brainwashed friend. 

“No, (Y/N) was lying to you guys. She attacked Greta earlier, not the other way around. She screamed at Greta to break up with me or she’d regret it, and then dumped her books in the toilet and called her slut.”

“Greta did that to (Y/N), you dumbass!” Bev grows increasingly angry, at Richie and herself for coming up with the stupid prank. “I was in there with her, Greta’s convinced (Y/N)’s in love with you so she wants to rip you apart. Do you honestly believe (Y/N) would do something like that?”

“Shit!” Richie slams his fists on the table, causing most of the cafeteria to turn and looking at him briefly before going back to their individual tasks. Everything Greta had blamed on you in the past three months comes rushing back and he realizes that they’re all out of character but in character for Greta. Somewhere along the way he convinced himself that Greta was telling the truth so he had a reason to stop being in love with his best friend- he was too scared to tell you because you’re the only person that could actually hurt him. 

“(Y/N) (L/N) to the principal's office immediately,” the voiceover the intercom cracks showing the age of the ancient system. 

“Richie?” Stan isn’t sure he wants to know the truth as he asks the question. 

“I told Greta to tell the principal,” his voice is oddly quiet and broken, definitely out of character for the jokester trashmouth. 

“You fucking idiot!” Bev seethes, staring Richie down. They’re the only two that know the truth about your father. 

--

You quickly get up from your place in the library and walk down the empty halls to get to the principal's office. Once you arrive the secretary gives you a dirty look, causing you to sink back and the pit of anxiety in your gut to grow. Greta sends you a triumphant smirk before going back to fake sobbing as she walks out of the principal's office and past you. 

You feel like you're going to vomit as you walk into the principal's office behind him, the look on his face says you’ll get after school detention for at least a week! Whatever lies Greta told about you are clearly being believed by him and the secretary. 

“You’re a good student Miss. (L/N), so why have you been harassing Miss. Keene?” he crosses his arms over his chest, they rest lightly on top of his bulging gut. 

“I haven’t-” you try to defend, but he puts up a hand to stop you. 

“She alleges it’s because you have feelings for her boyfriend Mr. Tozier and you’re upset that she chose her over you.”

“That’s not true-” his glare cuts you off this time. 

“Today alone you threw her books in the toilet, threatened her for being with Richie, and called her a slut,” the words today alone stand out to you, how many lies did she tell? 

“She did that to me! Not the other way around!” you try desperately for him to believe you. 

“Then why didn’t you come to me?” he raises a brow much like Richie did in the  cafeteria, Greta has both of them wrapped around her finger and against you. 

“Because no ones ever done anything! She’s been torturing me since we were in grade school and she’s never got in trouble! A freshman came to you last week saying Greta was bullying her and you didn’t do anything!”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to suspend you for the rest of the week.” he says firmly, no room for negotiation or pleading. 

“That’s four days!” you cry out incredulously.

“Do you want to make it longer?” when you don’t respond he continues talking. “Your father is on his way, go get your books from your locker and leave school property.” 

You hear someone call your name from down the hall as you grab all of your textbooks from your locker, trying to shove all five thick books into your bag. You ignore the voice up until it’s right next to you and you realize it’s Richie trying to plead for forgiveness. 

“Lose my number, and while you’re at it forget my name. Stay the fuck away from me Tozier!” Your outburst grabs the attention of the other students walking to their next class, everyone shocked by the inseparable duo of Tozier and (L/N) fighting. You slam your locker shut with a loud bang, heading for the door and away from him calling your name.

--

Monday comes agonizingly slowly, but when it does you're sitting with Bev in the bathroom during third period, both of you telling your teachers you don’t feel good. 

“How bad was it?” she flicks her lighter and lights her cigarette, standing next to the window so she can blow the smoke outside. 

“Worse than it's ever been,” you feel ghost pains on your back from where your dad's leather belt met your flesh for the past six days. “Since Richie didn’t sneak in to help clean them this time I think I may have an infection.”

“He broke up with Greta,” Bev changes the subject, she knows you only trust Richie enough to see the damage your father inflicts, so she doesn’t bother to ask to check on it.” 

“Good for him,” you stare down at the gross linoleum tile under your beat up Chuck Taylor’s. Richie had promised to take you away from your father the moment you two graduated, he’d been promising it for years, even while he was with Greta, but now you aren’t holding out hope for the promise. 

“He’s been miserable without you,” the bell signaling the end of the period saves you from formulating an answer. Bev quickly flushes her cigarette butt and the two of you head to the cafeteria, you’re a little worried about sitting with the losers after your fight with Richie. Bev grabs your hand and gently pulls you to the table when she notices your hesitance. You catch up with the rest of the losers, minus Richie who isn’t in the lunchroom which you’re oddly sad about, finding out about tests and break ups you missed while you were suspended. The loud ear splitting sound of feedback causes the entire cafeteria to cover their ears and look to the microphone stand in the front of the room. Richie is standing in the front holding the microphone, cringing slightly at the loud sound. No lunch ladies run to grab the microphone from him, meaning he got permission to do whatever it is he’s about to do. His wild curls bounce as he nervously shifts from foot to foot as he looks around the cafeteria until he locks eyes with you. You can’t look away from him so you miss the smiles the losers give each other and the high five Bev and Ben share. 

“(Y/N) I don’t know what I could ever say to you to get you to forgive me, I can never forgive myself for hurting you,” he talks into the microphone, everyone looking between the two of you, but neither of you seem to notice anyone but each other. “I know I embarrassed you, so maybe if I embarrass myself in front of everyone you’ll forgive me a little bit. (Y/N), I never meant to hurt you, I only agreed to the prank because I wanted to forget you. No- fuck that doesn’t sound right.

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school and I knew you could never love me too, even when Ed’s told me you did I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to forget my feelings for you because I never wanted to hurt you, so I agreed to the prank. But I hurt you anyway because I let Greta get in my head, so I even failed the damn prank. But I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I’m sick of running from these damn feelings. All I want to do is take you away from this hellhole after we graduate, and go to NYU together like we’ve planned since Freshman year. I love you (Y/N) (L/N), and I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing to you about how shitty I was if you give me a second chance.” 

Your body stands up on autopilot, and you don’t realize you’re walking towards him until your face to face. Lifting your hand you gently push a curl that fell in front of his eye away and tuck it behind his ear, he leans his head into your hand as a lunch lady comes and takes the microphone out his hand grinning largely at teen love. You struggle to find words, so you wrap both your hands around the lapels of his leather jacket and pull him into a kiss. It isn’t your first kiss, Bill had dared you two to kiss sophomore year in a game of truth or dare in the barrens, but this kiss is different. These aren't two kids afraid of the adult feelings that were overcoming them, these are two almost adults finally giving into the most powerful and amazing feeling in existence. Richie makes sure to keep his hands away from your back, he’ll clean out your cuts later, instead he tangles his fingers into your hair pulling you in deeper. Before the kiss can go too far you pull back giggling as Richie follows your face trying to kiss you again. 

“I love you too,” you rest your forehead on his, turning your giggling face into a mock serious one. “But you’re on thin ice mister.” 

“I love you more,” he caresses your cheek and you grin happily, laughing at his antics when he starts speaking again. “Than I love Eddie’s mom.” the entire cafeteria is whooping and hollering at your kiss, but non louder than your losers. Well, everyone except Greta, who lets out a high pitched huff and storms out of the cafeteria. 

“I think the prank ended up working out,” you giggle, lightly nipping at Richie’s thumb as it grazes over your lower lip.

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The Bite

Peter Parker x reader

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: swearing, blood, broken glass, tiny bit of angst but mainly fluff

a/n: Let me know what you think <3

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“All right everyone off the bus and wait inside the lobby!”

Everyone sprung off their seats on the bus and ran to the door. Today everyone was visiting Oscorp, Norman Osborn’s lab, it was some sort of publicity thing so Norman would get elected mayor of New York. 

You and Peter were sitting next to each other during the bus ride, it was early in the morning and you had to wake up much earlier than what you would of liked to, so you both were still half asleep. “You ready to go?” You looked over at Peter who was still sitting in his seat, staring off into space. “come on Pete get up.” You pulled Peter up which seemed to snap him out of his trance. “You ok?” 

“Yea, I just spaced out sorry.” Peter got up and walked into the aisle with you close behind him. Once you got outside the air was crisp and cold, making you and Peter shiver. You ran into the building to get warm and meet up with the other students.

“Where’s Ned?” Peter asked, you swore you saw him get onto the bus with you this morning, but you’re not sure who he sat with. 

Eventually you spot him in the corner talking to someone, “He right over there, but who’s he talking to?” You turned Peter around and inconspicuously pointed to him and the girl.

Peter took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and the lenses and put the back on to get a better look. “Thats Betty from the schools morning announcement team I th-”

“Thats Betty?” You whisper shouted. “Ned kept bringing up a girl named Betty and I swore her name was Annie, I mean, she looks like an Annie. But I thought Ned just made her up, I didn’t think she was real” You looked over to Peter who was looking a mixture of shock and surprise. “I am so stupid.”

“First off how did you not know Betty’s name we have homeroom together? And second how did you know Ned had a crush on her?” Peter kept his voice down so he doesn’t draw attention to you both, not wanting Flash to overhear and ruin Ned’s chances.

“I think just have a knack for knowing when someone is in love.” You joked

Only Peter didn’t realize you were joking, “Wait what-” Peter started but was interrupted by Mr. Harrington by splitting the groups in two.

“Groups 1-7 on the left and groups 8-15 on the right! AND REMEMBER TO STAY WITH YOUR BUDDY! I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER KID” He yelled, followed by the women working there having a shocked face and her hushing him. 

You and Peter were group 7, you caught Ned’s eyes and he pointed to the right while you pointed left. Ned also pointed to Betty with a big smile on his face, followed by Peter giving him a thumbs up. 

Peter was worried about what you said, you had a ‘knack for knowing when someone was in love’? What did you mean by that? Peter started to worry that you knew he liked you, and you’ve never confessed anything to him because theres nothing to confess. 

No No No, don’t think like that Peter, he thought, trying to hype himself up, if she knew you liked her why is she still around? Surly if she did not feel the same way she would of left. Or she simply does not know. There is still a chance. 

Peter was snapped out of this thoughts by you tugging him on his sweater, “come on the groups about to leave.” Peter and you speeded walked to the rest of the group so you were with the group but just in the back. “Are you doing ok Pete? You seem distracted.” You looked at him worried. Sure, Peter was an anxious guy, you even talked to him about if he wanted any professional help, but he assured you that he’s fine, just a tad overwhelmed, but this? He seemed so much more stressed and anxious, not to mention the constant spacing out.  

Peter cleared his throat and put his arm around you, “I’m sorry, I guess theres a lot on my mind and I’m not too sure why.” Of course he knew why, he was stressing over the fact you might know he likes him! And also the fact that you might never love him and it was all too much for him too handle. 

“Ok, but you know you can talk to me right?” You said as you gave him a side hug, “We’ve known each other for forever and the most important part of us being so close is that we can talk to each other.” You hoped Peter caught what you were trying to say. In complete honesty you’ve loved him for a long time. Ever since you saw him with his oversized glasses and his star wars shirts. But how could Peter Parker, the selfless, kind person ever love you? And how could you ever love someone so sickeningly sweet? 

You don’t deserve him, you thought, he is completely in love with Liz and never will be with you.

“I know that,” Peter pulled you out of your thoughts, “I just don’t know whats wrong. I just kind of have a weird feeling.” 

Peter hoped you would drop the conversation at that point. He didn’t want to spill his guts to you especially on a school field trip, where you were stuck together. But you just nodded and you turned your attention to the man walking you through the tour. 

“And this here is the bio testing.” He pointed towards a room, “everyone needs to put on goggles and a lab coat-”

“Can we keep the lab coats?” Flash asked.

“No, you cannot keep the lab coats they are not complementary. Now hurry up everyone! If we are lucky we will be able to see the lab techs at work!” 

Everyone started to quickly put their coats and goggles on, and people started to take photos on your phones. One of the people was you and Peter, “Smile!” He said and you both gave a cheesy smile. “I’ll send it to you.”

“Everyone please put your phones in here.” The tour guide handed out a white buckets and everyone groaned. “It is apart of Oscorp's privacy policy. No recording in certain areas such as the testing rooms.”

Everyone gave quite mumbles about how ‘stupid’ and ‘bullshit’ this was, some a little louder than others, and soon enough you were going thought the door with Peter on your side.  

“And here is where we research different animals.” The tour guide showed off the different animals including, snakes, birds and- 

“S-spiders” Peter was stunned, he hated spiders. He claimed that how they just don’t make sense, they can climb onto walls, shoot webs and for some reason are strong? He learned everything about them so if he was ever faced with one, and aunt May or Uncle Ben was not around to get rid of it for him, he would know how to get rid of it himself and stay alive.

“Come on Pete, they are harmless. But it is weird in here, it doesn’t seem like there is any research work, more.. testing.” Why were they testing on animals? Oscorp had branded it’s self on being cruelty free, but the again they did say they help the environment, which was a HUGE lie. 

You grabbed Peter’s hand and shoved in front of of everyone to the front of the group, “excuse me but what exactly do you do with the animals here?” You ask as a man in a dark suit appears behind a door.

The tour guide starts but the man interrupts him, “And whats your name dear?”

“Y/N”

“Well, Y/n, we do research on the animals to see how we can use some features they have, replicate it, and use it.” The guy is clearly mansplaining, his attitude was intolerable.  

“But the equipment you have around here looks like your testing on the animals?” You started but then Mr. Harrington stepped besides you.

“Y/n, I’m not sure if Mr. Osborn can answer your questions thoroughly, lets just continue looking at the animals.”

“Ah, yes thank you. And please make sure not to touch anything.” And with that the man, or apparently Mr. Osborn left. 

It shocked you that you were just talking to the founder of Oscorp, and how blatantly rude he is. 

“Wow whats that” Flash yelled near the window. You, Peter and the rest of the students all ran toward the window to see what was so cool. In the process a kid knocked over the glass container. As the tour guide saw he pressed the emergency button. “EVERYONE OUT NOW!” 

Everyone ran out bumping into each other. Flash bumped into you causing you to trip and fall. “Fucking hell” you groaned. Your whole body was hurting at this point, you started to get up but you cut your hand on the broken glass. “Fuck” Another groan. 

“Y/n? How do you feel?” Peter kneeled besides you trying to help you up but ended up slipping on the glass too cutting his hand and causing his glasses to break, “fuck, come on we need to leave.”

He moved his hand let out a small scream, “PETER ARE YOU OK WHAT WAS THAT?” You completely ignored the pain of your hand and helped grabbed his shoulder.

Peter was shaking his arm violently, “The spider just bit me and it fucking hurt.” Peter quickly got up and you both ran out of the room. You followed the others back to the lobby, the tour ended with Mr. Harrington giving your a band-aid thinking that would help and all of the students were pushed onto the bus.

You were bothering Peter with questions asking if he’s ok, “What about your glasses? How bad is your vision? Does your head hurt? My head would hurt hen I couldn’t see.” You looked over at Peter who sat down in his seat and was tapping his foot.

That question took him off guard, his vision was perfect, like he had contacts in. “I can see just fine, but what about you? How’s your cut” He reached for your hand and looked at you. The cut had stopped bleeding but the cut still looked sore.

“At least we have matching cuts now, hows yours?” You reached for his hand, you saw no cut so you looked at the other, also no cut, “didn’t you get cut too?” 

“I thought i did, maybe it just grazed me, and not enough to actually hurt me. You should probably rest, you fell pretty bad.”

“Your the one that got bit with by the spider I should be asking about you, i’m surprised you aren’t freaking out that a spider was on your hand.” 

“Don’t worry about me I’m fine, do you wanna listen to music?” Peter held up an ear bud and you nodded taking it.

Truth be told everything was too much for Peter, it was like he could feel everything. He felt like he just had 10 red-bulls mixed with 20 cups of coffee. He tried his best to ignore what was going on and sleep but he soon learned he could never ignore what was going on with him.

~~

When Peter thought he got these powers, he did nothing with them, sure he used them to his advantage, maybe to show off at the schools weight room, but other then that he didn’t. If anything his powers made him more confident with himself, he thought that maybe this was a sigh that if he could get powers, he could ask you out.

But all of that changed when we saw Uncle Ben die.

Peter started to be more closed off, he overworked himself to the bone. 

As he started to become Spider-Man, in the process he was losing Peter Parker. 

Peter lost some of the few friends that he had. His friend circle mainly consisted of you, Ned, and MJ. He only saw MJ at decathlon practice and lunch, Ned and him still had their playdates with building legos but he was clearly not as cheerful. 

And with you, he started to text you less and less. You were there when he lost his parents but he was not 6 anymore. He understood death more than anyone else, he saw death happen right before his eyes. You thought that he just wanted some space, maybe you reminded him of him when his parent died. But it got to the point where you were starting to lose your best friend.

You stoped walking to school together, and it hurt. Although you would never admit this to anyone, you felt as though you were losing a part of yourself. Peter was your other half, you completed each other, or thats what you used to think.

You decided to throw yourself into your hobbies. You were trying your best to forget about Peter. Maybe he just outgrew you. Maybe he didn’t need you.

But you need him.

And you hate needing someone. 

But Peter felt the same way. When he decided to become Spider-man, he wanted to make sure no one would get hurt from it. And he even made a costume that would hide his identity. 

And it was far from good looking.

“Peter dude come on you love her! You’re gonna lose her if you keep pushing her away!” Ned was on the phone with Peter, he didn’t know what was going on with him, no one did. He just wanted his friend to be happy, and thats why him and MJ devised a plan. 

“Y/n come on I know you are sick and tired of not talking to Peter! I even think you like him!” MJ yelled on the phone. “You need to talk to him it’s destroying you.”

“She’s the one who’s pushing me away! Im just respecting her wants!” Peter yelled back.

“MJ you’re not listening! You need to realize that Peter grew out of me! He does not want to see me and I don’t know why! I don’t want to hurt him anymore than what i apparently did!”

MJ and Ned had a whole script planned out. They knew how to push you both just right so that you would fall onto the trap. 

“Peter just listen to me! When you next see her confess your feelings! If she does not feel the same you will get closure and nothing else will really change from whats going on! You need to talk to someone with whats going on with you. Tell her everything” Ned delivered the final push, almost done then we can get our friend group back he and Mj thought.

“Y/N! Go find Peter and get your closure! Please, if not for you do it for him! You know how he’s acting weird and you are the only one that can get him to open up! SO GO DOWN ON YOUR FIRE ESCAPE AND KNOCK ON HIS WINDOW AND CONFRONT HIM! NOW!”

“Fine Ned, next time I see her, I’ll tell her.”

“Fine I’ll go see him, bye”

And with that everyone hung up on their separate phone calls. 

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape. It was weird how even though you lived so close together you felt so far apart.

You climbed down one, and looked inside. He was walking around his room, being all stressed, which for some reason was relaxing to you. 

You knocked, nothing, so you opened the window and fell into his room with a big thump. “ow”

“Y/N? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU OK?” Peter rushed over to you helping your get up.

“Yes I’m fine Peter but what is wrong with you?” You didn’t mean to sound harsh, but you needed to be. “Why did you stop hanging out with me?” You looked up to him and finally met his eyes. It was refreshing to see him, anytime either one of you caught a glimpse of the other, you ran. “Why did you stop being my best friend?” You voice was quiet now, you didn’t want Peter to know that your voice was cracking. 

It really broke Peter, he was just trying to protect you, but in the end - as cringe as it sounds - he just pushed you away. 

“You seem completely different, you’re not even wearing your glasses anymore. And fuck Peter I just miss you and your dorky glasses. Did you meet someone? Did you get a girlfriend? Did she not like that we were close?” You were just spitting out whatever came to mind, and this scenario was one you were thinking of all the time.

Peter jumped back at your words, “What no! I would never want to date someone if it ment that I could never see you again.” 

Just tell her everything Peter thought about Ned’s words. Everything was a lot. How is he suppose to answer this, just spit it out?

Might as well start with the basics, “I’m Spider-man” Peter blurted out.

“What, you mean like you have a crush on him? Peter thats nothing to be embarrassed of, you know you can talk to me, you know i go both wa-”

“NO I MEAN LIKE I, PETER PARKER, AM SPIDER-MAN!” Peter shouted. Honestly it felt good to say it out loud the first time and he just wanted someone to know. And what better person than you.

“So in the month that you have been isolated from me thats your best excuse you could come up with?” You were appalled by his unbelievable excuse.

“I swear please believe me, like ummmmm HERE” Peter got his ‘suit’ from the  space in his ceiling and gave it to you. “Thats my suit.”

“you and every other fanboy has this.”

“What about... this!” Peter went over to you a picked up. 

“what the fuck put me down!” You did not look impressed, Peter was looking around to see how he could prove to you that he was not lying. 

“Remember that day we went to oscorp and how you questioned Osborn and when you fell?” You nodded, it was your last time you really hung out with him, how could you not? “I got bit by the spider and they were doing radioactive testing on it, which caused me to be well... spider-man.”

Then an idea sprung in his head, he quickly move past you and went on the fire escape and you followed. “Here, if this does not prove it, nothing will.” Peter jumped onto the railing with one hand on the wall.

“Peter what the fuck you’re gonna get yourself killed please I just want you to be honest with me and talk” You reached for Peter but he jumped off the railing and towards the wall and somehow... did not fall and stuck to it?

“Peter what the fuck?”

“now do you believe me?”

“If i say yes will you come back inside?” Peter nodded, “then yes i believe you”

Peter jumped on the side of the building and back onto the fire escape and you pushed him inside and you followed behind him. 

“So since you really are spider-man, why were you so distant?” You finally asked. You were now sitting on opposite ends of his bed, and you were hugging and pillow trying to explode with everything you just learned. Peter fucking parker was spider-man? Nerdy little parker saving everyone, stoping cars with just his body, and defeating criminals? But, he did just stick to the side of his building, thats pretty damn good proof.  Your Peter Parker was Spider-man, the spider-man. 

You thought this was just a dream but you didn’t want to wake up because that would mean Peter and you were still not talking.

“I wanted to protect everyone around me. When Ben died,” Peter took a breath and you reached over to squeeze his hand, “When Ben died, I had my powers but I did not do anything. I could of saved him, but i chose not to. So I decided I would become Spider-man so no one else would get hurt. And if anyone found out that you knew spider-man you would be in danger. So i thought if i pushed the people closest to me away, they wouldn’t get hurt.”

It was all too much for you to process. You felt terrible for feeling angry at him when he was saving lives. 

“Why were you so distant from me?” Peter looked back up towards you and it was a fair question you both avoided one another.

“I thought I reminded you of your parents deaths. Other than Aunt May, I am the one person that has been in your life since their death and I thought you didn’t want to see me because of it. I also wanted to give you space to grieve.” You felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders by telling him. It was calming. “I also didn’t want to hurt you more, so i thought i would wait for you to open up to me like we normally do, but i should not have been so relaxed about all of this. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had” You took one last deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

You glanced up toward Peter and he leaned in and kissed you. It was shocking at first, it took you a second to process what was going on but then you felt light as you melted into the kiss. You felt as though you two were the only ones left in the world. 

Peter pulled back to take a breath, “Ned told me to confess my feelings towards you. I’m sorry I didn’t me to spring it on you-” Peter was interrupted by you hugging him, rapping your arms around his waist and your face on his stomach. 

“I feel the same way, Pete. Just please, I don’t want to do that ever again.” Peter at this point was now hugging you back. You missed this, but there was also something knew, and it made you smile.

“I never will, I promise y/n”

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Are you expanding the venom prompt at all? I love venom so much!!!! I don't know if I've just missed the spideychelle fics with symbiotes/venom but I've only read Black Dahlias which I love but would also love a Peter Venom fic!!!

i've been thinking about it but idk!!!

like idk how it would work but maybe everyone forgets about peter being spidey apart from may/ned/mj like he wanted? happy days let's go to college. i wrote in the drabble that they were roomies but idk!!! maybe? maybe just a couple/ neighbours tbd.

peter gets the symbiote somehow? like mission gone wrong or he sees someone suffering and willingly infects himself w it idk!!!! anyway, then he starts acting weird af. like venom fucks him uuuup before he figures out how to control it/ it fucks w his senses and wtvr.

mj is all let me help you like she would have been w spidey but he won't let her in and she's all ¬¬ then he kills someone rip and it's a relationship turning point because she's like wtf what's going on but he won't tell her.

so then they break upppp and it's basically venom convincing peter to talk to her/ mj figuring it all out/ peter trying to let her back in etc etc etc???

so as i said thought about it but no actual thoughts head empty? lemme know if you have thoughts kajashdka brainstorm w me