#peter needs a break

[asebizutsumi]

I Am A Cat's Eye — 1: Un malheur ne vient jamais seul

Summary —

After losing everything and everyone in his life due to the Mysterio incident, Peter Parker begins his new life in college. Unbeknownst to him, the cat that appears at his window after patrol is more than just a flea ridden stray.

[Platonic] Peter Parker x reader.

Misfortune never comes alone, and Peter Parker knew that better than anyone else.

After Mysterio revealed his identity to billions of people worldwide, consequently putting his friends and family in danger, he understood exactly what this saying meant, and after trying to repair everything, he just brought more misfortune upon himself and ruined everything.

Now he lives in a small, rundown apartment in NYC, trying to reclaim the life he was supposed to leave behind. It was like a dog chasing its own tail, but never succeeding.

Police sirens and incomprehensible chatter fill the city's nocturnal atmosphere. The young hero sits upon a rooftop. Patrol started a long time ago, but surprisingly, there hasn't been any major criminal activity all night long in the oh-so-friendly neighborhood of Queens.

Unusual.

""There isn't anything going on right now. Maybe I should go home earlier," the boy contemplated. "It's a school night. I better go home." He then swung back home. Reaching his window, he noticed something on his windowsill. It was small and furry. He reached to touch the fur ball when it suddenly turned around, revealing a small cat. It looked malnourished and dirty.

“"Hey, little guy," Peter tried to soothe the kitten. It hissed at him. "Calm down! I'm not gonna hurt you, little dude." At that, the cat seemed to calm down a little but still stayed in an attack stance. Once the cat calmed down, Peter tried to pet it again, this time succeeding, but the feline didn't react positively nor negatively to his touch, it seemed too tired and weak to move for now.

“"Stay here, I'll get you something to eat." Peter felt guilty for leaving the poor kitten outside in the cold, but he couldn't risk a flea infestation in his already shabby apartment. Once in the kitchen, he got some leftover chicken from the fridge and went back to feed the cat. When he got into his room, he saw it.

The cat.

The flea-ridden, dirty, malnourished, and sick cat.

In his bed.

He couldn't have left his window open, could he?!

He did, and now he needs new bed sheets.

The reader's cat and "human" appearance is based off Izutsumi (Dungeon Meshi), but I'll make their descriptions as ambiguous as possible.

I'm writing everything that comes into my head on the go, so this might not be good. 😭

thank you for reading!

CHAPTER 2 — to be added

[holy-minseok]

We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂

[nocek]

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

[wolfythewitch]

My Watching Over Kids Hot Take a lot of kids just want someone to talk to them calmly without telling them what to feel. Or maybe they just want to talk and have someone listen

A kid at church today was sulking under a table blocked off by chairs that he couldn't get to play with this Optimus prime toy they had in a cabinet and when I asked him if he was willing to wait for it after the service or if maybe he had some toys at home he said he didn't and church was the only place he could play with one, and Optimus prime is his favorite character ever. I told him we couldn't let him play with it now, but if he was willing to wait until later when there were fewer kids he could take it for a spin. He was still sitting under the table but he wasn't frowning anymore. He told me about dinosaurs. His favorite is the allosaurus. He came out from under the table for a second just to mimic its roar. I said yooo that's sick my favorite is the pterodactyl. I mimed a screech (my dinosaur knowledge is very limited, alas). He crawled out from under the table and started clawing at the air, doing his best impression of a dinosaur. It was very cute. I think he likes dinosaurs almost as much as he likes Optimus prime. Then he ran off to play with the other kids

[spidergrotto]

spider-man has a tiktok and the entire world loves it.

it’s an insane headline and pepper potts had nearly skipped past it because there’s no way in hell peter would do something like that without telling anyone, and even if he did— her PR team would be kicking down her door the second his account was verified.

but . . she clicks on the article anyways, she has nothing better to do and she’s a little intrigued. why would new york times be lying like this?

…

…

…

( she quickly realizes that spider-man does in fact have a tiktok and has been actively posting on it for weeks. her PR team “didn’t know” that spider-man was someone they were looking out for, tony thought it was funny. )

[novakiart]

first official meeting of the Got-A-Stacy-Killed club now in session

based kind of on this line of thought

[maryo274]

Yep, just another day at the lab 😅.

Back with some MCU content. As soon as I'm up to date with the movies, I'll post more. Still missing The Marvels and Quantumania.😅

Marvel, Sony ©

Art by Maryo274 ©

If you like my art support with a reblog, it is appreciated. And you’re always welcome to comment too.

I miss these two 🥲

[mikakuna]

to each their own but to see jason as anything other than someone who breaks down crying when someone is tender and loving with him is illegal

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #129

In an AU where everything is the same except Tony survived the snap in Endgame, MJ and Ned are both very aware that something is up with their memories. Huge, overlapping chunks of their lives are gone. And Spider-Man has something to do with it.

The only public figure Spider-Man has ever been closely associated with is Tony Stark. In need of answers, and not the types to just let something like this go, the kids hack and heist their way somehow onto Tony Stark's secret lake house property. It's weird that no alarms go off when they get close, but they manage it. They're about to knock, when Tony Stark, savior of the universe, opens the door.

He does not look great. Aside from the general post-battle healing and the fact that they have literally caught him at home, there's just something...off. It doesn't take long for them to realize that it's the same thing that's off with them, too.

Something important has been taken from all of their lives. Someone.

After Tony calms down from his initial freak-out, MJ and Ned (though mostly MJ) manage to convince him pretty quickly. The fact that FRIDAY never alarmed because they're in her system already is a huge point to their side. 

And, the fact that he agrees with them. He survived the battle, everything should be fine. But something is so, very wrong. He's grieving someone he doesn't even know.

So, a new team is born. A trio united to find their shared missing person, the eraser mark in their memories none of them can bear to lose, all for different reasons.

They don't have much to go on, but Tony agrees with them on one thing: Spider-Man is involved somehow. And that's a good place to start.

[urjover]

me: i love you peter nureyev i love you hugs you kisses you loves you

me getting out of bio (we talked abt the skeletal system), bees buzzing under my skin: i need to break him PHYSICALLY.

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Cool As I Think I Am Reprise kills me for a lot of reasons, but something that has been especially heart breaking for me is Pete's line of "One of us is in love, it doesn't take a detective." One of us is in love. It wouldn't have taken much for the line to be "The two of us are in love, it doesn't take a detective." It doesn't disrupt the flow of the lyrics. Which means that this is how Pete feels. He thinks only one of them is in love here, and considering his whole thing in this song is convincing Steph to kill him so she (and the rest of the world) will live, and those are not the actions of someone who isn't in love, he's talking about himself. Which makes me think that he doesn't think she loves him back. He thinks he's the only one in love here. Sure, he's what she wants the most, but that doesn't mean she loves him. He just knows that he loves her, and he's willing to die to save her, even if she doesn't love him back (which she does).

[sciderman]

studying for a test and i’m scared and currently wearing a spiderman mask to cope with the stress since nothing else seems to be working

oh very peter parker brand

i wore my mask a whole lot lately for halloweeny (mostly because social environments stress me out - and at halloween it's socially acceptable to hide behind a literal mask, rather than just a metaphorical one)

you'll do great anon! and remember, this sort of stress (exams) is temporary, and you'll feel so great once it's over!

[nerdetiquette]

Whichever patron named themself Jupeter divorce era, you’re right but didn’t have to do that, some of us are still in denial

[damnitiloveyou]

I only have 5 episodes of White Collar left, and I don't want it to end. I need the talk of a revival to be true. I'm going to need more of my dumbass puppy criminal and his found family.

[mercurydancer]

Burning Matches Pt. 2

Adaptation

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This was all written like. Directly after Into the SpiderVerse came out and kind of ignored the ending bumper with Miguel because I didn't know what was coming. So! We're going to say this is an alternate universe of an alternate universe.

Not like it's out of the question LOL

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            Peni Parker was smart. She had learned how to hack into a mainframe when she was six, and she had been making her own mechanical suits since she was eight. Her father’s death had catapulted her headfirst into the role of pilot at nine, her main motivation for creating those suits fading with the sudden realization that the one that she wanted to pilot them would never be able to again. But there was something else that probably made her more dangerous and more efficient than anyone believed she could be:

           Peni was adaptable.

           When given the information that the only one that could use her father’s suit was her, Peni had gone with it. She had allowed the spider-half of the SP//dr CPU to bite her, and in turn she had gained the arachnid’s presence in her own brain…and she had also gained the ability to use the mech. Peni had taken to it like a fish to water and had been operating the mech successfully for five years. She had learned how to use the SP//dr’s own abilities and make them her own, she had learned how to hack those same mainframes when bullets were fired at her, and she had learned how to go with the flow when under constant pressure. It was why when the world suddenly changed around her in a way that pulled her into a swirling vortex of color, she didn’t panic, she instead sought to gain information.

           It had been harder than she had originally anticipated. The universe she had found herself in had a significantly less advanced information system and it had been difficult to gain access to it. Yet, Peni was adaptable. She made it work as well as she could, until she felt the tugging in the back of her mind.

           Finding the black-and-white man pressing himself to the side of a building had been odd at first. Okay, more than odd, it had been downright mind-blowing. There was nothing to explain why he was able to stick to the side of the condemned building, nothing to explain why he was absorbing all of the multicolored lights from the billboards and reflecting said light as white. He was an anomaly dressed in a trench coat and a spider-mask, complete with large bug-eyed lenses, and it was odd.

           It was also kind of amazing.

           Peni couldn’t stick to walls, she used her SP//dr for that, but here this man was, and he was pressed to it as though he was made for it. Even so, there was a kinship she felt to him, a mutual understanding born from something that she couldn’t quite grasp hold of. Yet, there had been some information that she had managed to glean from this world, and this was something that she actually recognized, even though she had not expected to see it so soon, nor quite in this manner.

           She had seen the information in this world of someone called Spider-Man. Had seen videos of him swinging across New York with webs, stick to walls, and dodge things that he would have no knowledge about, and she thought that perhaps this man was the same. He was simply as out-of-place as her, but in a very different way.

           Peni wondered if whatever had pulled her to this world had pulled him as well. It was what allowed her to do something else she hadn’t initially planned on doing.

           It allowed her to be vulnerable. It allowed a bit of that fear to rise up and display itself before someone who she had no doubt would not take advantage. And besides…whatever fear she was feeling, whatever unvoiced anxiety she was struggling with, she could tell that he was in much worse condition than her. Even still, the moment she opened her mouth and allowed a surprised, almost awed “you’re like me” pass her lips, and heard the answering echo from him, she watched as everything that he was feeling was discarded. He stood before her, booted-feet easily keeping him stuck to the concrete as he stared into her revealed eyes as the hatch opened, and she found herself idly impressed.

           ‘Peter,’ as it turned out his name was, was also proving to be adaptable.

           When he suggested that he was like her, and they both had similar out-of-place stylizations, and brought up the fact that this similarity likely wasn’t coincidence, she was sold. She was sold enough to not mind when it turned out that Peter couldn’t adapt quite quick enough. Peni herself was having trouble whenever she looked at him, she couldn’t imagine the agony of suddenly being hit with an almost infinite number of colors.

           Peni’s tolerance was quickly turned to impressed when he suddenly flung himself away from her mech and threw out his own web halfway to their destination – a taller building so she could gain more signal (the past was weird). The web he threw out was as black as he was, a stark contrast to the white of her own, but she knew what it was as soon as she saw it. He kept pace with her easily, though he had to take two swings for every one of hers. Her extra five feet made up for a lot when it came to swinging, but he still managed to keep right alongside her.

           Peni grinned as she realized that this wasn’t just someone that was like her, this was someone that she could trust. This was someone that would push themselves, would push her, and she needed that. Particularly when the rest of the world didn’t seem to want to stop throwing curve-balls at her.

           The pig was…weird. He was colored, which was nice, but he seemed to disobey every law of physics there was.

           Peter Porker did not adapt to the world around him. Porker made the world adapt to him.

           He came in literally floating in the breeze by his nose, towards a hot-dog stand of all things. The only thing that saved the people from a panic-attack and potential questionings of sanity was a black web that was launched out, catching the pig, and bringing it to them. Peter Porker reacted to them in a similar way to the way that Peter and herself had reacted to each other, and gave his own story as they all stood on top of another building, out of the way of the people underneath as the sun set behind them

           Adapt, Peni reminded herself, adapt. The poor black-and-white Peter looked absolutely boggled when she spared a glance his way. This wasn’t his day.

           “So, I was a spider living in the basement of this wonderful pig named May Porker, right? Well one day she decides she wants to reinvent the hair-dryer and irradiates herself!” He throws his hands around as he describes this, and both Peni and Peter watched him silently, taking in his pacing. “And then she bit me, and I turned into a pig, with most of the abilities I had before when I was a spider! She’s been acting as my Aunt ever since, I think she feels bad for biting me, but it’s not been that bad of a gig! I get to save the world and aside from Pork-Grind, it’s been a pretty nice deal. I guess you can all call me Porker considering there’s another Peter that got here first, and that’s a good way to identify us. But what about your stories? Who are you guys?”

           The explanations they gave had very little difference to the one that they had told each other, and Porker made a bit of an exaggerated “yeesh” sound as Peter finished his own story. “Lighten up a little,” he told him. Peter didn’t give him a response.

           The fact that it was also a Peter that they found, though in this case given the last name of Porker, further emphasized the fact that this seemed extremely targeted. It also made the idea of seeing if this universe had an Aunt May even more appealing to Peni. Pete – something that black-and-white Peter suggested they call him when it became apparent that it was likely the Spider-Man of this universe was likely named Peter, and they couldn’t both be Peter – seemed extremely wary of the idea at first, but at both Porker and Peni’s combined pushing, he caved.

           Peni found Aunt May’s address easily enough once she knew what to search for, as well as the confirmation she needed that it really was a Peter Parker that was swinging around the city. They had their safe-haven found, they had the one that could help them, and likely hook them up with her nephew in order to get them back home, in case Peter lived somewhere else. They would be able to help him fix what was wrong, they would save the world…

           Later, Peni would almost wish that Pete hadn’t caved to their plan of finding Aunt May.

           Peni hid SP//dr as she didn’t want to draw anymore stares than they already did, her spider friend carefully perched on her shoulder.

           The way the door swung open and an older woman stepped out was something that Peni had not expected, nor was the sight of the baseball bat. She especially hadn’t expected the way she locked eyes on Pete and almost sagged. Peni watched as that Aunt May threw her arms around Pete, and how after a moment’s shock, Pete returned the embrace. They were brought into her house before attention could truly focus on them, and that was when they saw the television.

           “Peter Parker found dead at 26,” read the ticker-tape on the news station it was turned to, and Peni felt her heart sink.

           Pete tightened his grip on this aunt that wasn’t his, and the other two took a step back out of respect.

           It was something else to adapt to, and they were good at that.

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           Adaptability was something that Miles did not seem to have.

           It seemed to be something that he was learning, but for now he didn’t have it. He couldn’t react to Pete’s punches, not even when he loudly announced what he was about to do, he couldn’t react to Ham’s quick-talking, and he couldn’t react to her questions. He couldn’t turn invisible, he couldn’t shock anyone… Miles could barely swing, could barely cling to walls.

           Miles couldn’t get back up.

           Miles was the kid she never got to be.

           Miles was the one that had never been forced to adapt, and while a part of her resented that, the rest of her envied that. Well, now the world was trying to force him, and he just…wasn’t ready. Peni didn’t hate him, nor did she want him to die, and it was with this in mind that she was one of the first to state that he couldn’t be of help to them. Pete’s voice was right there with hers, as was Porker’s, and while Gwen tried to say that she had seen him, knew he had potential, it seemed as though Miles knew he wasn’t ready to adapt either.

           Miles ran, having finally managed to turn invisible, and Peni hoped that he stayed away, if only for his own safety. Miles isn’t like them, he can’t adapt, and Peni doesn’t want him to get hurt.

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           Pete couldn’t be the one to use the Goober.

           When making it she had not considered the fact that he had never seen color before in his life. She had made the Goober with color, had designed it to be simple to use – for ones that had grown up with color, had learned their names and shades when they were growing up, not one that had never seen them. Pete kept trying with the Rubik’s cube, kept trying to name the colors, and he kept failing. He recognized his failure and took himself off the list of people that could stay behind. This was something that he couldn’t adapt to, not in time, and as soon as he recognized it, he stepped away. It was done with a grace she had not expected, even though she could see the way it killed him. He didn’t want to let Peter B do it, he didn’t want to let Gwen do it, his very nature hating the fact that he had to let another life take the hit, but he knew that he couldn’t do it.

           Peter Porker had a similar problem, as being a pig he was used to color, but was color-blind in a way that was different to Pete’s. He reacted to the inability with a similar way to how he reacted to everything else, made a joke out of it. Peni wasn’t sure how to react to the cartoon pig that operated on a different level than they did, but she was willing to see how far he could take his ability to make things adapt to him and see what he could do.

           Peni vowed to herself that as soon as she found something that she couldn’t adapt to, she would handle it like Pete.

           When they finally went together to stop the Kingpin, the fight was worse than she had ever expected. It was also the most surprising. She hadn’t expected herself to suddenly be pinned to the ground as Scorpion hit and hit and hit and… Peni couldn’t do it.

           Peni couldn’t adapt, she couldn’t get him to stop, she couldn’t get away, she was…she was going to die.

           She let go…

           And then she was saved.

           Porker appeared out of nowhere and proved that there was so much more to him than met the eye, something she had known from the beginning. The large mallet he pulled out of his pocket and beat Scorpion with was a wonder, and if Peni hadn’t been struggling to get out of her crippled mech she would have been amazed. Pete came in then after Porker stunned him, and grabbed the Scorpion with his deadly tail, swinging him around in a circle as she finally managed to climb out of her busted mech and pulled the SP//dr’s leg away, holding it like a bat, making eye contact with Pete. Pete let go, sending the Scorpion flying towards her, and she finally hit him with that leg, sending him out into the void, rage filling her and fueling her. Her rage faded just as suddenly as it appeared, taking in the sight of her broken mech. Spider crawled out then, the small arachnid that was her best friend and had been her only companion crawling onto her hand as she offered it. She felt the words that he whispered into her skull, felt the soothing thrum of assurance in her head, and in the tapping of his pedipalps on her hand, and then there was someone behind her. When Pete offered her his shoulder, she accepted as she offered the Spider her own, and Pete swung her out and towards the Goober with the others, for one final goodbye, and she felt a smile stretch her face as she finally caught sight of Miles, a sudden burst of happiness hitting her even in her mourning over the lost mech.

           Miles had adapted.

           They would be okay. They’d all go home, and they’d be okay. Miles knew what he was, he knew who he was. He was Spider-Man. He could do it.

           They said their goodbyes and their last words, and then they were gone.

           Peni found herself in her universe down more friends than she ever wanted to lose, and for once in her life decided she didn’t want to adapt. She wasn’t going to quietly accept it like Pete had, she was going to do something different.

           Peni was going to be like Porker. She was going to force the universe to adapt to her. She was bringing her Spider-Fam back, no matter how long it took her, and the universe, quite simply: could suck it.

[enbysiriusblack]

no other group was as close as the marauders.

mary left her best friends without a second glance, never regretting leaving them all. marlene would choose her girlfriend over her beat friends anytime. lily always floated between friend groups, never landing loyally in one. emmeline always thought of her best friends as more of a passing love than a permanent part of her life.

dorcas would kill her best friends for her girlfriend in a second. regulus never fully trusted his best friends, never confiding in them. pandora always favoured to spend time with the people she dated over her friend group. evan followed his beliefs more than his best friends. barty cared more for his mother and rebellion against his father than his best friends.

but the marauders believed in each other more than themselves. they trusted each other relentlessly. they knew every inch of each other's minds. they felt helpless and lost without each other. they would do anything for each other. until one of them had fear and jealousy start to grow stronger than their unbreakable bond.