#the trial of peter parker

[samasmith23]

So here's some very interesting trivia! For a lengthy period during The Clone Saga, Peter Parker was unintentionally framed and arrested for the murder of Salt Lake City police detective Louise Kennedy. Said-murder was revealed during The Lost Years miniseries to have actually been committed by Peter's clone Kaine, who initially fell in love with Louise but later felt betrayed when he learned that she was actually a corrupt cop on the payroll of the local mafia. Having viewed Louise as his sole anchor to humanity, Kaine went insane with anger as he not only snapped Louise's neck in cold blood, but also made her the first person to ever be branded with his signature "Mark of Kaine" scar.

Well in addition to Ben Reilly also being present at the scene of the crime due to Kaine having ambushed him before he murdered Louise, one of the main reasons why Louise’s partner Detective Jacob Raven was so easily able to have Peter arrested and implicated for Kaine’s crimes was because its revealed during The Trial of Peter Parker storyline that events of The Lost Years actually took place chronologically at the exact same time Peter was missing and buried alive during the classic Kraven's Last Hunt storyline, and MJ couldn’t reveal where Peter actually was during the time of Kennedy’s murder without revealing that her husband was Spider-Man.

This was an ingenious referencing of past continuity, especially since both The Lost Years and Kraven's Last Hunt were both written by the same author, J.M. DeMatteis!

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #87: Percy Jackson, but make it MCU

Look, I didn't want to come up with yet another crazy PJO crossover, but here I am. Because instead of just coming up with the lightest, fluffiest, gayest PJO romance possible - which is what I wanted - I had to turn it into an MCU identity reveal fic too.

Or: What if post-ToA Percy Jackson was Peter Parker's caseworker following Aunt May's untimely death?

Just imagine it:

Tony Stark first meets Percy Jackson in the ICU of Metropolitan General the day after Peter and his aunt are caught in a terrible subway accident. May dies on scene. Even with his advanced healing, Peter is badly injured and taken to the nearest hospital - where it quickly becomes apparent he's Enhanced. It takes about 24 hours for the news to make its way to Tony, who immediately storms the hospital with the intention of taking Peter back to his Tower to heal-

-only to be told Peter's not going anywhere by the social worker assigned to the case.

This is remarkable for many reasons, not the least because the social worker is an unassuming, overworked 27-year-old wearing Finding Nemo socks and a faded Save the Oceans t-shirt. That the case worker - Percy Jackson - stands his ground in the face of Iron Man's wrath is even more remarkable, but Tony is forced to admit the kid has a point: he can't just let someone without any obvious connection to a minor walk off with said minor, particularly when that minor is Enhanced.

It takes Tony a couple days to get his ducks in a row, proving that he is not only able and willing to take in Peter, but is the one his aunt wanted to take care of him in the event something happened to her. During that time he has JARVIS research everything he can on Percy (lives in a Central Park penthouse owned by his long-time boyfriend, a successful music producer; volunteers for a NPO started by his best friend dedicated to restoring the wild; brief stint as the youngest ever on the FBI's most wanted, etc), but finds nothing to suggest he's anything other than a social worker trying to do what's best for his charges.

Percy becomes a semi-regular fixture at the Tower. At first it's just business, checking in on how Peter is doing and facilitating the foster care/adoption paperwork. Later it becomes something akin to friendship, with Percy being utterly unimpressed by Tony's fame but remarkably charmed by his inventions and philanthropic efforts. (He also comes to have strong feelings about the Rogues and their actions during the Civil War once he learns of them, helping Tony to see their betrayal for what it is. This alone makes him one of Rhodey and Pepper's favorite people.)

This goes on for quite some time - though I see this as happening post-CACW, we don't jump straight into the Infinity War, with there being several years wherein the Accords are ratified, the Rogues found and tried for their actions in the Civil War, and for the most part allowed to return to the Avengers on a probationary basis - until Thor finally arrives with news of Thanos' impending arrival.

Only Percy happens to be visiting when Thor arrives and the Avengers naturally have questions after Thor addresses him as Prince Perseus.

The truth of Percy's identity comes out in fits and starts (demigod son of Poseidon, saved the world a couple times, ascended to become God of Heroes, Natural Disasters, and Poison as well as Patron God of New York City; has been dating Apollo since he was fourteen; yes, is actually a social worker, albeit one who takes cases across the country to protect demigods and Enhanced), which is not helped by Thor (who can't help but comment on what he knows of Percy's heroics) or Apollo (who shows up after Percy texts an SOS but can't help but talk up his boyfriend either.)

The Infinity War still happens, albeit rather differently than in canon - perhaps Thanos turns out to be a disgruntled child or sibling of Gaia out for revenge, justifying Greek/Roman interference? But the details don't really matter as much as the identity reveal.

And... that's really all I have with regards to plot. But there should be a lot of character moments leading up to the reveal that hint at who Percy really is but which don't form a coherent narrative until the truth is revealed.

Bonuses include:

The softest, fluffiest romance possible for Apollo and Percy, with the pair more or less falling head over heels at first sight at the start of TTC, having their first kiss at the party at the end of the book, and dating throughout the rest of the Titan War. Apollo goes absolutely batshit insane when Percy goes missing at the start of HOO and breaks out of Olympus to crash the Senate meeting at the end of SoN and check on his boyfriend, and eventually gets made mortal for helping too much during the Giant War. The broad strokes of ToA occur with Percy fighting at his now-mortal boyfriend's side, and Percy ascends to godhood when Apollo regains his. There's some tension (Zeus is not happy about his firstborn son's choice of lover, fearing overthrow; Poseidon fears Apollo will end up breaking Percy's heart, but softens after Percy ascends and his chance of becoming a flower diminishes; many CHB campers think Percy's mad for dating a god, etc) but for the most part it should be as fluffy as circumstances allow.

Percy having been really obvious about his background, but in ways that seem reasonable ("How did you meet your boyfriend?" "I was at a really bad party when a friend ended up calling her brother to pick us up early. I fell in love with his car and then with him.") or like jokes ("Those sea turtles really seem to like you." "I like them too." "I guess they're kind of cute." "Excellent conversationalists too.") until the full truth comes out; and

Thor attempting to make up for blowing Percy's cover in dramatic (and hilarious) ways. This should include the gift of at least one native Asgardian water plant ("Dude, have you never heard of invasive species?") and end in a bakery's worth of Asgardian baked goods.

And that's all I have, though given the way this has been living rent-free in my head all week there may be more. As always feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

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[ordon-pumpkin]

Latest artworks with sketch vs finals. 🥰

[willsolace-loml]

shawtty got a BAD morality rating, and a bad mortality rating

[can-they-lift-thors-hammer]

Tom Holland's Peter Parker/Spider-Man

I've read a lot of the Peter Parker is worthy tag on AO3.

[ratiohoe]

do you think i can read 55 years worth of spider-man comics in exactly one week. do you think that’s physically possible.

[sapphirecherry]

spider-man: homecoming (2017)

[carlosainzgf]

a dead man

pairing: mcu!peter parker x stark!f!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), peter loving readers tits, making out, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv, praise

peter and you were sneaking into your father's -tony starks- lab just because he told you not to.

"come on, let's go back...it's a bad idea."

peter said, sounding stressed.

"pete, you always back out at literally everything. like what's the worst that could possibly happen" you said as you both stepped into the lab.

when you were both inside the doors you came in closed, the other exits following.

you looked at your friend which was looking scared as ever.

"i may have forgotten about the security thing... we're gonna be trapped in here for a while, pete."

"how long of a while..?"

"like, um, till dad wakes up and unlocks the doors."

he just stared at you. he looked a bit mad but there was nothing he could do so he just sat onto the floor and petted the floor asking for you to sit with him.

you softly sat next to him and put your head on his shoulder.

"im sorry, peter."

"no, it's ok. don't worry."

"since we're gonna be stuck here for a few hours we might as well get comfy cause this is gonna be a long long night." you said as you reached back and undid your bra and took it off.

"what are you doing?!" peter whisper yelled.

"we're gonna be here for hours, pete! and this bra fucking hurts."

you threw the bra on the floor then laid down and placed your head on peter's thigh and closed your eyes, trying to relax a bit.

his cheeks started to redden and his pants tightened when he saw your nipples showing through your white tank top.

you felt his thigh flex under your head and opened your eyes to see peter staring at your tits with wide eyes and a red face.

"what? you've never seen boobs or something" you joked but peter turned his head away avoiding eye contact like he was embarrassed.

"i mean, i- no. not in real life..." he let out with a huff.

you didn't know what to say. it's was ok that he never did anything intimate with someone because you haven't too but you expected him to see boobs.

"well... wanna see mine?" you asked after a long and weird silence.

"wha- really?"

"mhm... i mean if you want to it's not a big deal."

he opened his mouth to answer but then just nodded. his face was redder than ever and he looked like he was holding his breath.

you sat up and got infront of peter. your body was close to his and you could feel heat radiating from him.

you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up. his mouth fell open and his eyes got wide. he looked like at your tits like they were the 8th miracle of the world.

he slightly raised his hand and asked

"c-can i?"

you just nodded to confirm his want.

both of his hands pressed against you. his cold hands against your warm body made you shiver and your nipples harden a bit more. he lightly squeezed the flesh of meat in his hands making you quietly moan. his touch got more intense and he toyed with both of your nipples between his index and thumb, which increased the volume of your moans.

"pete- fuck!"

"can i kiss you?" he asked, still looking hypnotized.

you answered by just smashing your lips against his.

it was unsteady and messy. your tongues danced together and your teeth clashed. you guys kissed like it was long awaited, like you were both waiting for this moment your whole life. your legs straddled his torso as you sat on his lap.

"i've waited so long for this." he confessed.

"there is nothing to stop you ,us, now."

he connected both of your lips again as he toyed with your shorts. he quietly asked for you to get rid of them which you gladly complied. you were left in just a pair of little panties and when he was fully dressed.

"it's not fair you take of your clothes too."

"oh! right, right, yeah."

he took of his shirt and the view infront of your eyes didn't disappoint. he was surprisingly toned and muscular. you ran your fingers over his abs and happy trial.

his pants followed. you could see his hard on pressed against his boxers which made your mouth water.

"you're just...wow, pete."

he chuckled and thanked you.

his hand found its place on your back and laid you onto the floor. he dipped his head down and wrapped his lips around your nipples and sucked and licked on them making you a whimpering mess. he pulled your panties to the side in the mean time and slipped one finger into your warmth. returning the favor, you caressed him through his boxers.

you both got impatient due to the teasing and got bolder. he was pumping two of his fingers into you and playing with your clit at the same time. and you were stroking his length, boxers long gone, sitting on top of the pile of clothes.

"pete...i need you."

he held you by your waist and pressed his chest against yours. his hand held the base of his thick cock and guided the tip against your opening. you lowered your body down, letting him fill you up inch by inch. when you finally fully sat down on his cock you were both panting.

you held onto his shoulders to support yourself as you started moving up and down. his hands were gripping your waist and helping you move.

he nipped and licked at your breasts at the same time making your knees buckle.

"you're doing so, fucking, good, baby. you feel like heaven...fuuuuck." he let out between moans.

"peter, i can't, i- it's too much!" you cried out.

his hand steadied you, making you stop moving.

"hold onto me, love." he simply said.

he started to move his hips up and down as soon as you wrap your arms around his neck. his pace was brutal and needy. he was gasping at the feeling of your wet pussy. one of his fingers came down on your clit and played with the little bud. your needy, throbbing clit finally getting attention made you scream loudly.

“you look so pretty on my dick, baby.”

he praised.

too lost in the moment you guys didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer. even peter, who has super sense, didn’t hear anything due to the pleasure he was receiving.

the door of the lab made a loud sound, making both of your heads turn to look at the door. when peter saw your dad and a few other teammates standing there with wide eyes. he quickly covered up your body with his.

your dad took a deep breath and said

“peter…you’re a dead man.”

[waitimcomingtoo]

Take A Hint

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: no matter how many times Peter tried to ask you out, you never get the hint

Authors note: can you guess what non marvel character this was originally written for

Masterlist

“Hold the door!”

Peter stuck his hand between the elevator doors of the tower when he heard an unfamiliar voice. The doors opened back up and you stepped inside.

“Thanks for holding the door. It’s nice to meet you. It’s my first day.” You said as you held your hand out to him.

“It’s nice to meet you too. And I hope you don’t think it’s rude if I don’t shake your hand. I just have a thing with germs. The number of pathogens passes during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

“Hm. I’ll have to take you up on that.” You replied with a coy smile, sending a blush to Peters face.

“I hope you do.” He mumbled shyly, getting a laugh out of you.

“I’m Y/n, by the way. Mr. Stark just recruited me to be on the team.”

“I’m Peter. And I didn’t know we were getting anyone else on the team. I’m barely on the team myself.“

“Same with me. I think I’m just doing a trial run to see if I fit in well.” You told him. “Is there anything I need to know before I meet the team? Any insider tips you can give me?”

“Well, you’re a pretty girl, so Sam is definitely going to hit on you.” Peter rolled his eyes a little. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, he’ll back off. He’s a flirt but he’s not an asshole. Well, he is an asshole, but he won’t be towards you. He is towards me though, but that’s a different story. Tony talks with an inflection in his voice that makes it really hard to tell if he’s kidding or not so never take anything he says seriously. And you should know Bucky and Steve are not dating. Neither are Bruce and Natasha. I don’t really know what’s going on between them but at this point I’m too scared to ask.”

“Is it important that I know they’re not dating?”

“Yes. You’re inevitably going to wonder about it so I’m telling you right now that they’re not.”

“Good to know.” You chuckled.

“Yeah. You’ll figure everyone else out pretty quickly. They’re all good people.” Peter assured you.

“What about you? Is there anything I need to know about you?” You asked, making Peter blush again.

“That depends on what you want to know.”

“Well I’ll have you know that I like to know everything. I hate when shit is unbeknownst to me.” You replied, making Peter laugh.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear. I swear.” Peter answered, earning a smile out of you just as you reached your floor.

“I’m happy to hear that. I have to meet with Mr. Stark before I meet the team. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You waved to him as you walked off the elevator.

“You too.” Peter called after you. He watched your disappear down the hall with a smile on his face and did a little happy dance before going to the meeting room.

It wasn’t long before Tony came into the room with you by his side. You looked around nervously at all the Avengers until your eyes landed on Peter. He gave you a double thumbs up and you visibly relaxed.

“Hello all. As you may have heard from my weekly newsletter I send out on Snapchat, we have a new recruit joining the team.“

“Snapchat newsletter?” Nat whispered to Sam.

“I don’t know. I blocked him after the first one he sent.” Sam sighed.

“Is Snapchat the one where you swipe right if you find a person attractive?” Steve leaned in to whisper.

“Yes.” Natasha lied.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I gave you the impression that I wanted to be spoken over when I’m talking.” Tony shouted over them, making you stifle a laugh.

“Sorry.” They mumbled.

“Thank you. Now, please give a warm and fuzzy welcome to Y/n.” Tony stepped to the side and proudly presented you.

“Hello.” You smiled shyly and waved. Everyone stared blankly at you and you wanted to disappear into the floor. You could feel your face burning up in embarrassment until someone stood up and walked over to you.

“Well I’ll be the first to play with the shiny new toy. Hi, gorgeous. I’m Sam.” Sam smiled suavely and shook your hand. You heard the name and made eye contact with Peter over Sam’s shoulder. Peter rolled his eyes again and you giggled.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” You greeted him. Natasha and Steve were the next ones to get up to shake your hand.

“I’m Steve and that’s Natasha.” Steve told you as he firmly shook your hand.

“You can call me Nat.” Natasha smiled warmly at you when you greeted her.

“Hi Nat. Hi Steve.” You smiled timidly.

“This is Bucky.” Steve said and laughed Bucky forward. You held out your hand to shake his but when you saw his metal arm, you retracted it.

“Hi.” You said quickly.

“Sup.” He smirked.

“That’s Rhodey over there. And this is Peter.” Tony said and nudged Peter towards you. You reached out a hand and everyone assumed you were trying to shake Peters hand.

“Oh, Peter doesn’t-“ Tony began to warn you when your hand met Peters shoulder and you pulled him closer to kiss his cheek.

“Good to see you again.” You smiled at him.

“You too.” Peter blushed and patted your arm. Your hand slipped off his shoulder and you looked around to see the rest of the team staring at you.

“Wow. Okay, so, I’m gonna need an explanation for that at some point.” Tony nodded his head.

“I do too.” Sam chimed it.

“Give her some space.” Peter told them. “Here, you can sit next to me.”

You sat in the chair Peter had pulled out for you and gave him a grateful smile.

“Anywho, let’s jump right into the mission. We’re flying out to Socovia today folks for a little world saving. Then maybe some Mexican food after? Yeah? No one’s agreeing but it’s gonna happen anyway. Wheels up in 30.”

The team shuffled out of the room to grab their to go bags as you awkwardly hung back. You waited until you saw Peter and followed him out to the plane.

“Peter?” You whispered and tugged on his sleeve.

“Yeah?”

“Is there assigned seating on the plane?”

“No.” He shrugged. “We can sit wherever we want.”

“But do people typically sit in the same seats? I don’t want to overstep.”

“How about you sit next to me? Then you don’t have to worry.” Peter offered.

“Okay. Thanks.” You smiled and wrapped your arm around his so you could walk onto the plane together.

“So what’s in Socovia?” Natasha asked once everyone was seated.

“People keep getting murdered in the same gruesome way and the same symbol has been left on the wall each time.” Tony explained.

“What symbol?” Peter wondered. Tony took out an Manila folder and slid a photo towards you and Peter. In the picture was a graffiti drawing of the Avengers symbol inside a giant red circle with line going through it. Everyone leaned in to see the picture and understood why this was an Avengers level threat.

“Damn. They put the Ghostbusters thing over it and everything.” You mumbled.

“How gruesome are we talking by the way? Because I just ate.” Sam asked.

“All the victims were chained to the back of a car and dragged until they were decapitated.”

“Oh. Lovely.” Sam smiled sarcastically.

“Murders just keep coming up with new ways to murder, don’t they?” Steve said.

“Actually, dragging is steeped in English history. Back in the 11th century, drawing and quartering was a common form of punishment, and in fact-“

“Peter.” Tony cut him off and shook his head.

“Sorry.” Peter mumbled and slumped in his seat in embarrassment.

“He does that a lot. You’ll get used to it.” Sam told you, making Peter grow more embarrassed.

“Wait. I wanted to hear the rest.” You ignored Sam and turned to Peter.

“You did?” Everyone asked skeptically.

“You did?” Peter smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. What were you saying, Peter?” You asked and gave him your full attention.

“I was just saying that they would also disembowel and behead the victims when they were done with them. That’s all.” Peter continued.

“You just knew that off the top of your head?” Your eyes widened in amazement.

“He knows everything off the top of his head. He’s like a human encyclopedia.” Tony informed you.

“Wow. That’s really cool.” You smiled at Peter. Peter tried to say something in return but found himself too flustered to speak.

“You’ll have to forgive him. You might be the first person to refer to him as “cool”.” Sam snorted.

“Well I think you’re cool.” You said as you continued to ignore Sam.

“Thanks. You’re cool too.” Peter smiled shyly. Sam looked between the two of you before scooting closer to you.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour of the tower once we get back. I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes.” Sam said with a debonair smile.

“That’s okay. Mr. Stark already gave me a tour of the building when he interviewed me to be on the team.” You politely declined.

“A tour before you even joined? Is that so?” Sam raised his eyebrows at Tony.

“She was by far the best candidate.” Tony shrugged. “She had the job before she left my office.”

“Wow. So you’re not just a pretty face?” Sam teased you with a flirtatious wink.

“No. I’m not.” You said flatly.

“I don’t think anyone gets asked to join the Avengers for having a pretty face. I’m pretty sure she was hired because she’s qualified.” Peter chimed in, making you smile.

“That’s awfully charming of you to come to your lady’s defense, spider boy king of thieves, but I’ll have to respectfully disagree. Thor was 100% hired for being pretty.” Tony admitted.

“Oh.” Peter said and sat back in his seat.

“Why’d he call me your lady?” You asked Peter.

“Um, I have no idea.” He lied quickly. Peter turned bright red and looked at Tony, who was looking at the two of you with a knowing expression.

“You know why.” Tony mouthed. He then pointed between the two of you before making his hands kiss each other. Peter motioned for him to stop but you were oblivious to the whole thing.

Once you landed, you got off the plane and waited for further instruction. Tony started to pair everyone off and Peter got excited when your name still hadn’t been called.

“Blues Clues and New Girl, you should head to where the first victim was found. See if you can find anything.” Tony told you and Peter.

“Okay. On it.” Peter saluted him before slipping his mask over his face.

“And hey. No kissing, okay? This is a serious mission.” Tony called after the two of you. Peter was thankful he had his mask on so you couldn’t see the shade of red he turned.

“No kissing? Does he always say that?” You laughed in confusion.

“Uh huh. Let’s not think about it. Let’s go.” Peter said quickly and treaded into the forrest ahead of you.

“Okay.” You laughed skeptically and followed after him. When you caught up to him, you gentle elbowed him in the side.

“Thanks for having my back on the plane, by the way. Sam is just like you said.”

“No problem. And don’t mind Sam. He can only speak to women if he’s flirting.”

“What about you? Do you do a lot of flirting?” You smiled coyly at him, making Peter choke on his saliva.

“I’m afraid I don’t know how.” He admitted.

“Sure you do. Pretend I’m a girl you want to date and give me your best pick up line.”

“Pretend you’re a girl I want to date? What? I mean, I’ll try.” Peter laughed nervously. “But I don’t know any pick up lines.”

“Come on. If you saw me in a bar and you were trying to pick me up, what would you say?”

“I wouldn’t be in a bar.” Peter laughed sheepishly.

“Just humor me.”

“Fine. I would say that I think you’re really beautiful and I would like to take you on a date.” Peter said sincerely as he stopped to look at you. You stopped as well and smiled softly at him when you heard the fondness in his voice.

“Where would you take me?” You asked him.

“A museum.”

“A museum? You had that answer ready.” You chuckled in surprise and took a step closer to him.

“Well I noticed you have a picture of The Kiss as your phone background. I’m a fan of Klimt as well.”

“I love The Kiss. It’s just so romantic.” You sighed. “Even though it looks incredibly uncomfortable.”

“It does. Her neck must really hurt.”

“Do you know any facts about The Kiss?” You asked him. “I only ask since you knew all that stuff back on the plane.”

“Are you being polite or do you actually want to know?” Peter asked skeptically.

“I want to know.” You assured him.

“Well, Klimt’s career was actually on a downfall when he painting it. Before creating the piece, he had received a scathing review in the first decade of the 20th century for his three-part University of Vienna Ceiling Paintings. Because of all the nudity, his works were described as "pornography" and "perverted excess”. It almost ruined his reputation, actually. He later wrote in a letter, "Either I am too old, or too nervous, or too stupid—there must be something wrong." in regards to his paintings. That was all right before he got popular with The Kiss.” Peter told you. He smiled under his mask when he finished speaking and realized it had been a long time since someone had let him talk about something without being interrupted or told to stop.

“You’re so smart.” You sighed. “I wish I was smart.”

“Come on. I’m sure you’re smart.” Peter assured you.

“I’m not. I’m really dumb actually.” You admitted and gave him a sad smile.

“What? I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s true. I’m book smart, sure. But when it comes to talking to people, most things go right over my head.”

“That’s okay. You have a lot of other great qualities to you. I’ve only known you a few hours and I can see that already.” Peter told you.

“Aw. Thanks, Pete.” You smiled at him as your shoulder brushed up against each others. Peter smiled shyly in return and felt his face heat up.

“So do you like museums?” Peter asked you.

“Love them.” You gushed. “I like going in and pretending like I’m in that scene from Pride and Prejudice where she stares at Mr. Darcy’s stature and realizes she’s in love with him.”

“I haven’t seen it.” Peter admitted, wishing he had so he wouldn’t disappoint you.

“What? You have to watch it.” You insisted.

“Maybe you could show it to me sometime.” Peter suggested, hoping you’d take the hint that he liked you.

“Yeah! I totally could. And we could check out a museum afterwards so you can feel like that scene!” You smiled in excitement and tugged on his arm.

“It’s a date.” Peter replied, liking how excited you were to spend time together.

“You’re so funny. A date, he says.” You laughed and kept walking into the forest. Peters smile fell when he realized you had in fact not gotten the hint that he liked you.

The longer you lived in the tower, the closer you and Peter became. You spent most of your time together and as much as he loved being your friend, he couldn’t help but pine for you. You often made it seem like you felt the same, but he found that every time he tried to tell you that he wanted to me more than friends, it went right over your head.

“I’ll go easy on you, okay?” Peter said as he held up his boxing glove covered hands during sparing one day.

“I’m gonna knock you out where you stand.” You exclaimed and swung at him. Peter ducked and punched you in the stomach before tackling you onto the mat.

“I’m sorry. But this is the end of the line for you.” Peter smirked as he hovered over you.

“Not if I make it a curve.” You declared before flipping Peter over and pinning him by his wrists.

“Wow. You pinned me.” Peter said with pleasant surprise.

“Please. You totally let me win.” You rolled your eyes and got off of him.

“What? I would never.” Peter said sarcastically.

“You would. And you did. Cheater.” You teased before tugging the strap of your boxing glove off with your teeth. Peter gulped and watched you as you did the same to the other one instead of using your newly freed hand.

“But I cheated for you. That’s a good kind of cheating.” Peter said as he helped you off the ground.

“So you justify cheating? Wow, P. Is this what it would be like to date you? Constantly getting cheated on?” You pretended to gasp as you went to get water bottles out of the refrigerator for the two of you.

“Are you kidding me? I’d be an excellent boyfriend.” Peter insisted and took the bottle you handed him.

“Really? Says who? Where are the user reviews?” You teased and took a sip.

“So far, they haven’t been any users. But if I ever became a boyfriend, I’d be the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend.”

“You know what? I believe you.” You shrugged. “You do have all the best boyfriend qualities. You’re sweet and smart and funny. Not to mention, slightly above average on the handsome scale. You’re kinda a total catch. Oh my god. How come I’m not dating you?”

“You could. If you wanted to.” Peter stammered as his entire face turned red.

“You are so funny. Seriously, why don’t you have a girlfriend?” You laughed as Peters advances went right over your head. Peter frowned a little and decided that if he was going to get through to you, he had to try harder.

A few days later, you came into Peters room while he was doing some homework to show him your outfit.

“Woah. You going out?” He asked you when he saw the little black dress guy had on.

“Yeah. Does this outfit make me look slutty but in a fun way?”

“Honestly, yes. That’s exactly how I would describe it. Who are you going out with?” Peter wondered.

“A boy.”

“What? What boy? Who him? I mean, who is he? What?” Peter fumbled over his words as jealously manifested in his tummy.

“Oh my God. I’m just kidding. I’m going out with some girl friends.” You laughed when you saw how flustered he got.

“Oh. Okay.” Peter sighed in relief.

“You weren’t jealous, were you?” You smiled in surprise.

“I…I was actually.” Peter admitted, knowing there was no point in denying what you already knew.

“Oh. I get it.” You nodded and smiled sympathetically at him.

“Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while-“

“You were jealous that I had a date and you didn’t, weren’t you?” You cut him off. That wasn’t at all what Peter was jealous about and you had once again missed what he was trying to say.

“Yeah. That’s it.” Peter lied.

“P, if you want a date, you just have to ask a girl out. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You said simply.

“You think so? Any girl?”

“Totally. If a guy like you asked me out, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.“ You assured him.

“You’d say yes if I asked you out?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Are you kidding? Absolutely. And I’d lock you down too. You’d never get away from me.” You told him. A smile tugged at Peters lips as your words gave him the confidence to finally ask you out.

“Y/n, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and I would love to take you on a date.” Peter said and held his breath in anticipation of your response.

“That was perfect, P! That’s exactly how you should ask a girl out.” You smiled in excitement, making his smile fall.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He grumbled.

“Good luck. See you later!” You patted his back before leaving the room.

The next day, you went into the home theater and found a couple members of the team watching something on the big tv. Peter turned his head when he heard you come in and waved you over.

“Hey. Mind if I share your blanket?” You asked him.

“Yeah. Go ahead.” Peter blushed and lifted up his blanket so you could slide under it. You smiled at him before sitting down and snuggling into his side.

“You’re so warm. Can you start sleeping in my bed? It’s freezing in my room.” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I could definitely spoon you at nights for $5 an hour.” Peter teased as he wrapped an arm on you.

“I’d pay $20 an hour just to have these arms around me. Holy shit. They feel like a snake swallowed a baby.” You said as you squeezed his bicep.

“Thank you?” Peter chuckled.

“No. Thank you. Never let me go.” You sighed happily and snuggled back into his chest. Peter felt his face heat up and rested his cheek against the top of your head. You could feel his heart beating against your cheek and nuzzled into his chest further. You stayed in comfortable silence for a minute as your breathing synced up.

“This is nice.” Peter said in a quiet voice.

“It is. You should hold me more often.”

“I would love to do that.” He laughed softly.

“Really?” You asked and tilted your chin up to look at him. He looked down at you and nodded his head. You smiled and snuggled into his chest, restoring his confident once again.

“Do you ever think about being more than friends?” He asked softly.

“Oh my god. Are you finally asking me?” You smiled and sat up a little.

“Yeah. I finally am.” Peter nodded and sat up as well.

“You want to be roommates?” You asked excitedly and squeezed his hands.

“Wait, what?” Peters smile dropped.

“We can get bunk beds and everything! I thought you’d never ask.” You gushed and threw your arms around him to hug him. Peter squeezed his eyes shut in disappointment that you hadn’t understood what he was trying to say but decided that this was better than nothing.

“Me either.” He mumbled.

A week later, you had fully moved into Peters room. He laid awake one night and stared up at the bottom of your top bunk. He thought back to the day you built the bunk bed together and while showering him with compliments for his strength all day, he still had no idea how you really felt about him. You always made it seem like you liked him back but as he stared up at the bottom of your bed, he couldn’t help but think of all the times he tried to ask you out and you didn’t even realize. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed you had climbed down from your top bunk and stood beside his bed.

“Holy shit.” He jumped when he saw you.

“I had a bad dream.” You said in a quiet voice.

“Oh no. Come here.” Peter sat up and patted his bed. You quickly climbed down and got into bed with Peter.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked and you laid down together.

“Of course. Always.” Peter nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist. You rested your head on his pillow and looked into his eyes.

“You seemed kinda restless up there. Is everything okay?” Peter asked you.

“Not really. I have a lot on my mind.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the matter?”

“I raised my hand in class today and got it wrong. Like, way wrong. A few people laughed because I think they thought I was trying to be funny. But I wasn’t trying to be funny. I really thought my answer was right.”

“At least you tried.” Peter said reassuringly.

“I shouldn’t have tried. I tried to redeem myself later in class by answering another question but I got that one wrong too. And then the teacher asked a question that I definitely knew but when I raised my hand, he laughed and said “maybe you should stop trying”. I felt like such an idiot. I had that right answer. He just didn’t let me say it.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not an idiot.” Peter said as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Yes I am. Everyone says so.” You sighed. “I’ll never be smart like you. You know everything about everything.”

“Just because I memorize a bunch of facts doesn’t make me smart. You’re smart in your own way.” Peter told you.

“That’s a nice way of saying I’m dumb.” You chuckled softly.

“I would never call you dumb. I don’t think you’re dumb at all.” Peter shook his head and looked into your eyes

“Aw, P.” You smiled softly and cupped his chin.”

“In fact, I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met. You’re courageous and hardworking and strong and so insanely beautiful sometimes it’s annoying, actually. And when I think of all the adjectives that can be used to describe you, dumb does not make the cut.”

“Why are you so good to me? It’s like you came straight from heaven into my life.” You smiled and scooted closer to him.

“I did. I’m a ghost.” He whispered, making you laugh.

“I’m so glad you were the one I met in the elevator on my first day. Can you imagine if I asked someone like Sam to hold the door for me?”

“You’d be in his bed right now and not mine.” Peter snorted.

“Please. I’d never be in his bed. And I like to think that no matter who held the elevator for me that day, you and I still would’ve formed this bond.” You said without looking into his eyes.

“You think so?” Peter smiled a little.

“I’m positive. I’ve never connected like this with anyone. I never believed in soulmates until I met you.”

“You think we’re soulmates?” Peters smile grew as he pulled you closer.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “Why not suspend your beliefs in science for a moment and believe that you and I were cut from the same cloth? I know it sounds silly, but I think it’s possible. And it makes me happy to believe it. You’re my twin flame.”

Peters heart was pounding in his chest as you said everything he always wanted to hear. Peter brushed some hair off of your face and left his hand on your cheek.

“What are we?” He asked you in a quiet voice.

“I just said we’re twin flames?” You frowned in confusion.

“Not that. I meant our relationship. What do you think of us as?”

“Peter.” You laughed softly and moved closer to him. He nodded his head and eagerly waited for your response.

“Twin flames. I literally just said that. Can you not hear me?” You asked genuinely and spoke a little louder. Peter groaned and rolled onto his back so you wouldn’t see his frustration.

“I’m going to sleep.”

“You promised you’d hold me.” You whined a little.

“Fine. Roll over.”

“Can’t we lay like this?” You asked and tugged his shirt so he’d roll back over to face you.

“Oh. Okay. Sure.” Peters disappointed faded away as he was reminded that just being your friend was a privilege.

“Goodnight, P.” You said through a yawn and wrapped both arms around him to rest your head on his chest.

“Goodnight, honey.”

The next morning, Peter walked into the kitchen and the conversation that had been happening immediately went quiet. Peter looked around in confusion as everyone snickered and hid behind their coffee cups.

“So. Rumor has it you two slept together last night.” Tony said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“What? Who started that rumor?” Peter frowned as he turned bright red.

“I did. After I went into your room this morning and saw you two tangled together in Peters bed.” Tony smirked and pointed over to you. You were sitting in the living room by yourself with your headphones in so you couldn’t hear the conversation going on.

“Ew. Aren’t you guys like 10?” Sam scrunched his nose.

“No. We’re adults. And it wasn’t like that. She had a bad dream so she slept in my bed.” Peter defended.

“Aw. Look at you comforting your girlfriend when she had a bad dream. How cute.” Sam teased.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter mumbled and felt that of his face got any hotter, he’d explode.

“Wait, she’s not?” Sam asked.

“No. We’re just friends.”

“Well then what the hell am I waiting for? I’m about to get myself Mrs. Falcon.” Sam laughed and got out of his seat. Peter watched him as he went into the living room where you were.

“What’s he doing?” Peter asked Tony.

“Asking Y/n out. Duh.” Tony replied.

“What?! He can’t do that? He’s so big and strong and handsome. What if she says yes?” Peter began to panic and craned his neck to watch you and Sam.

“What’s your damage? I thought you guys were just friends.” Tony snorted.

“We are. I don’t even care actually.” Peter lied and sat back in his seat as his leg bounced. He looked over at you and Sam again and saw you nodding your head at something Sam was saying.

“Are you okay?” Tony asked when he saw the look on Peters face.

“I’m gonna fucking throw up.”

“Plug it up. He’s coming back.” Tony warned him. Sam walked back to Tony and Peter with a look on his face that peter couldn’t read.

“Well? Is she the next Mrs. Sam Wilson?” Tony asked.

“She turned me down.” Sam answered, seeming like he still didn’t believe it.

“What? What did she say?” Peter couldn’t contain his smile as he asked.

“She said she’s flattered but not interested in me.”

“Wait, how did you ask her?” Peter wondered.

“I don’t want to rehash it.” Sam waved his hand. “I asked her to go on a date, she said no, that’s pretty much it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Peter whispered as he sat back in his chair.

“That’s what I said.” Sam scoffed. “Wait, why are you upset? I’m the one who got turned down.”

“Because I’ve been trying to ask her out for months but she either pretends she doesn’t understand or it genuinely goes right over her head. How come she understood when you did it?”

“Because I was direct. I didn’t beat around the bush like a boy who’s scared to ask his best friend on a date.” Sam told him.

“I’m not scared.” Peter scoffed. “I’m fact, I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Good luck.” Sam called after him as Peter went over to you.

“Hey.” Peter waved nervously.

“Hey, P. What’s going on?” You smiled and took your earbuds out.

“Not much. I hear Sam asked you out.” Peter said as he sat down beside you.

“Oh. Yeah.” You scrunched your nose a little and laughed uncomfortably.

“You said no?”

“Yeah. I felt bad but he’s not my type.”

“I get that. What is your type, by the way?” Peter asked casually.

“I guess I don’t really know. I just like people that I like. But it helps when they’re kind and can make me laugh. I just want someone who doesn’t make me feel like I have to put on a performance. I want someone who makes me feel like I can be the person I am when I’m alone.” You explained. You thought about it for a second and then laughed a little.

“Hey, look at that. I just described you.” You chuckled. Peters heart beat in his chest and he knew if there was ever a time to tell you how he felt, it was now.

“Well I’m glad you feel that way. Because I have feelings for you. I have for a really long time.”

“Oh. You do?” You frowned and looked concerned. Peter saw your face and sighed, knowing that meant his feelings were likely unrequited.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well what are the feelings? Oh no! Is the feeling anger? Are you mad at me?” You gasped and put your hand on top of his. Peter stared at you for a long time as he realized his efforts had once again gone directly over your head.

“No. Actually, yeah. I am mad.” Peter realized.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You haven’t done anything wrong.” Peter sighed. “I’m just confused.”

“About what? Can I help?”

“I have been trying to ask you on a date for months and you haven’t taken the hint yet. Do you just not like me or am I just not being clear enough?”

“You want to take me on a date?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yes. I do.” Peter answered, excited that you had finally understood.

“As friends?”

“No!” Peter groaned.

“As roommates? Oh, I get it. You want to go on a shopping date to IKEA to decorate our room now that we’re roommates.”

“What?! No. How does your mind even jump to that?” Peter whined and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m confused. Are we going to IKEA or not?”

“I WANT TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND.” Peter picked his head up to exclaim.

“You want to be my boyfriend?” Your eyes widened.

“Yes. Finally.”

“But as friends, right?” You continued, making Peter slam his head down on the table.

“What do I have to do to get through to you? Get on my knees?” He asked you.

“It wouldn’t hurt.” You shrugged. And so, Peter got down on one knee and took your hand in his.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and let me take you on a date?” Peter asked as he looked into your eyes.

“A date? I thought you were proposing.” You replied, just messing with him now.

“Oh My God. This is impossible. I give up.” Peter got up and held up his hands in defense.

“Aw, what? You’re giving up right at the good part?” You smiled coyly as you stood up as well.

“Good part? What good-“

You cut Peter off by cupping his face to pull him into a kiss. Once he got over his initial shock, his eyes fluttered shut and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. The team mates in the other room caught sight of this and had a misted reaction of smirks and eye rolls.

“How does tonight at 7 sound?” You asked once you pulled away.

“That sounds perfect.” Peter smiled as his face turned a shade of pink.

“Awesome. It’s a date.” You kissed his cheek before walking out of the room.

A few days later, the entire team piled onto the quintet to set out on another mission. Tony passed around the file to get everyone up to speed on the mission while you and Peter whispered things in each others ears and laughed quietly.

“Wow. This must be some kind of satanic ritual. All victims killed so far have been virgins.” Steve noted as he read through the file.

“Uh oh. Peter better stay home.” Sam snorted.

“Peters not a Virgin.” You laughed, making everyone fall silent. Peter shrunk down in his seat and turned bright red as you realized why everyone was staring at you in disgust.

“I’m guessing.” You quickly added.

“So I take it she finally got the hint, huh?” Sam asked Peter with an unamused expression.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled proudly. “She got it.”

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[melissa-kenobi]

Nerds

[PS5 Peter Parker x Reader/PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader]

A/N: just a lil blurb, super cute 🥺. FYI, Peter, Harry and Reader are in a relationship. MJ is best friends with them all. Also I'm not a science nerd, idk shit about science so this may be scientifically incorrect lol

Summary: You try to figure out the missing element.

***

"So if I multiply the radius by- " The sound of your voice echoes through the labs at the Foundation, as you experiment with the different formulas.

"Why is it still yellow?" You mutter slightly annoyed and to no-one in particular, throwing away your attempt.

"No, maybe I should try etat- no, or maybe tri- " There was a pattern to it but you couldn't see it at all, maybe you had missed something. You continued talking to yourself, jotting away your idea. Then you went back to the computer and typed away at it before putting in another trial run.

You were so into your little experiment, you hadn't realised Peter had walked in, eyes curious as he placed a hand on your lower back, "Hey, why don't you try the- "

"Ah- you scared me, Pete! But yes, that's a good idea. Maybe it'll balance the acidity of it out." You jump at his touch but suddenly jump back into scientist mode as he gives you a brilliant suggestion. "You're a genius, Pete!"

"Wait!" Peter says, but it's too late. The compounds reject and cause a small reaction. A small cloud of black fluff poofed into your face, making you blink as stared at Pete, who was trying not to laugh at you.

"Okay, maybe not." You freeze before jotting down some notes on your failed attempt. There was a little bit of smoke on your face, which Peter came over and rubbed off before kissing your cheek. "You're too cute."

"No time for cuteness, Mr Parker, onto Trial No.2." You wink at him.

***

Harry had been watching your little nerdy moment with heart eyes, and mushy feeling in his chest, and when Peter had turned up, he wasn't sure he could be even more in love with the both of you than he already was. Harry felt his heart burst with adoration, and he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle when Peter accidentally bumped into you but apologised with a little kiss on your lips.

"Hey, what you doing up here all alone?" MJ walked up as she hip bumped Harry. He let out a little laugh and gave her a hug before turning her around to see the two of you.

"Ah. Creeping on your girlfriend and boyfriend I see..." MJ teases him.

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly, "Don't they look so cute, being all nerdy and shit? I mean, look at y/n. She was so focused that she didn't even notice Peter come in.."

MJ guffaws loudly, cutting Harry off, "You are so whipped for them!"

Harry shoves her lightly, then gives her the middle finger- making MJ laugh even louder, but he continues to watch you and Pete happily.

***

Harry finally walked over to the two of you, cuddling you from being as he placed a kiss on Peter's cheek, making Peter blush deep red. You glanced at Peter, ready to tease him, but Harry placed a kiss on your lips, making you blush too.

Peter looked at you with a grin, before a look of realisation passed over him as he looked at your face, making it click for you too.

Red. It was a deep red.

"Rubidium!" The two of you chimed in response, all of it clicking together. You both pull away from Harry as he looks at you two dumbfounded.

"Of course!" You say as you looked at Peter, who made a 'doh' face and gestured that you two were idiots for not realising it sooner. You ran quickly to grab some and added it to the container. The rubidium instantly neutralised the colour of it, making both you and Peter 'woah' in sync. "It actually worked!"

"Harry Osborn, you are a genius!" Peter grinned.

"We needed our third element, didn't we Pete?" You giggled as Harry pulled the two of you into a hug, the three of you all cuddling.

"I love you, my two nerds..." Harry laughs, his smile warm and content.

***

[samasmith23]

I love how during “The Trial of Peter Parker” portion of the Spider-Man: Clone Saga, Jameson was willing to hire a lawyer for Peter behind everyone else’s back when the latter was mistakenly arrested for murders committed by Kaine.

Jameson may not like to show it, but he does have a heart!

[cucumberteapot]

Spider-man Villains and Hands

If you're paying attention you'll notice often times in Spiderverse that villains are far less expressive with their hands than the heroes. That is unless it's to attack.

Kingpin clicks his pen to relieve rage he's only barely controlling and in Peter Parker's death scene, the only time we see his hands is to kill him.

With Doc Ock, we see her doing a lot of excited gesturing with her hands (pushing up her glasses, studying Peter, etc.).

But after her reveal, it's her tentacles that does most of the talking.

Moving on to ATSV, when we first meet Spot, he's experimenting with his Spots with (you guesses it!) his hands and it's a lot of trial and error. It's also a lot of slap-stick comedy in his first fight with Miles managing to take him out briefly by making him punch himself in the face.

However as he becomes more confident with his powers, we see him use his hands less and less to the point he doesn't need to use a spot to teleport between dimensions. Instead of attacking them, Spot starts fighting by letting the heroes attack him.

And by the end of the film, his mere presence has become such a threat to Miles that all he has to do to invoke fear is stand still. This is why after his colour scheme has been completely inverted, he doesn't fight or do anything with his hands anymore and it's why our last focus on his hands is when he watches it completely turn from white to black.

When we first get a good look at Miguel, we get a close-up of his claws before panning up to his watch. Firstly this shows us how unlike the other Spider-people Miguel is. He has claws and wears a cape. Peter says in the first movie, "Spider-man doesn't wear capes." Then we see a better look at his watch which tells us this character isn't just scary and powerful, but is powerful in their access to other dimensions without having their cells decay - which by the end of the movie proves to be another problem for Miles. Immediately this shot warns us that Miguel is an unstoppable and dangerous person and the sirens in his leitmotif only emphasise that, even if the characters don't realise it yet.

Likewise with Fisk and Doc Ock in the previous Spiderverse installment, Miguel also doesn't have a lot of hand animations outside of fighting and we see this visual language in his meeting with Miles. Miles offers Miguel an empanadas and calls him 'Tio' ("uncle" in Spanish) as an offer of respect and solidarity, but Miguel's response is to grab the box and throws it aside before resuming his stance.

Here Miguel isn't just refusing Miles, he's also refusing the subliminal coding of a heroic character and I feel this has a lot to do with how our human brains work. The way we understand people and animals is by the way they mirror us. We like patterns and to draw parallels to ourselves. When someone is excited, we're excited. When someone's confused, we're confused. When someone's sad, we're sad. And so on. However when we're faced with something that doesn't react how we expect or reacts unpredictably, like Miguel throwing the empanadas back at Miles, it's sets off a warning in our brains. It's kind of like a predator hunting prey, which is the exact dynamic between Miles and Miguel by the end of the film.

However in Miles' mind, he has no idea why Miguel is being so antagonistic towards him. Even when Peter says, "He's always like this." Miguel remains stoic when Mayday is crawling around him and only moves to catch her and hand her back to Peter. Like with the empanadas, this is another example of Miguel's lack of ability to connect with the people in his environment other than through aggression and violence. It's why Miles calls out, "You have claws? Are you sure your Spider-man?" Because Spider-man is defined by his ability to connect with people - hero or villain.

Then we get to another clawed antagonist who hunts Miles for the duration of the first Spiderverse's runtime. Much like Miguel, Prowler's movement is mostly unstoppable aggression. That is until he learns Miles is Spider-man. Aside from presenting as Aaron Davis, Prowler is most identifiable by his giant claws and the camera makes sure of it.

It's only when Aaron learns who Miles is does he take off a claw to hold his hand in his final moments. Unlike Miguel, the claws are not exclusively attached to his suit - they are removable and thus Aaron is able to connect with the people in his environment outside of his identity as the Prowler.

Which finally leads us to our other Prowler, who likewise is able to put on and take off the claws. But where am I going with this?

I feel like in this scene the lighting and colour grading is doing the most work in making Prowler intimidating. Because unlike Aaron's Prowler, Miles' Prowler design is very casual for a villain. Which works for the character but without the claws and the mask, Miles looks just as scrawny as his Spider-man counter-part. It's almost too casual without those key identifiers. Which is why I think we're going to see a lot of Miles' Prowler without the claws and interacting with his family in the next film, as well as dealing with his own identity. Like Aaron in the first film and unlike Miguel in the second, we're going to see how Prowler connects with his environments beyond serving as a antagonistic foil to Miles.

[spideyzgirl]

love’s magic 🪄

A/N: are we feeling this? lmk

summary: you cook up a potion to get peter to fall in love with you; why isn’t he falling for you like he should?

warnings: a lot of sciency talk (i died writing it), witch!reader??? angst, fluff, a tiny tiny bit of stony

pairing: peter parker x reader

wc: 2578

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peter enters the lab to find you at your regular spot at your table. you look up and smile upon his arrival. “hi peter, i made love!”

“you did what now?” peters eyebrows shoot up at your statement.

“i made a love potion!” you squealed, holding up a tiny vial filled to the brim with a reddish-pink hue. you shook the vial and watched with pride as the glittery liquid swirled around.

right off the bat, peter had a million questions. none of which he would ask, because he didn’t want to come off as jealous.

“that’s… wow! does it work?” peter forced a smile.

“don’t you see the two rats making out on my desk?” you gesture towards the clear container that sure enough, held smooching rats.

“yes i do, and it’s really unnerving.” peter frowned.

“we should probably turn around and give them some privacy.” you nod.

you shake the vial once again and smile at peter. “well? what do you think? you haven’t said anything yet…”

peter takes it from you to shake it around for himself, watching concoction swish inside. he can feel the jealousy growing stronger. “yeah, it’s cool.” peter gives a small smile, trying his best not to infringe on your achievement.

“just cool? peter, i’ve been through months of trial and error to finally perfect this thing. “cool” is all you have for me? i mean, this is super intense! when consumed, it’ll flood your brain with pleasure inducing chemicals. i’m talking dopamine, oxytocin- any love hormone you can think of. not only does it affect the neurotransmitter process, but it also has a powerful affect on the brains reward system.”

“i have a reward system in my brain? that sounds awesome, what is that? what does it do?” he beamed. peter loves when you get enthusiastic about science. he doesn’t understand half of what you’re saying, yet he listens and nods intently anyway. he adored seeing you so excited about your passion.

“the reward system is what drives us to seek out food, water, and other necessary things for survival. when someone ingests the love potion, the brain starts to recognize the object of their affection as a necessary part of their survival, which causes them to crave that person in a similar way to how they would crave food or water. so, is it still just cool?” you smirk, knowing you’ve piqued his curiosity.

“no, it’s amazing! it’s also kind of scary. i’m really happy you had your breakthrough.” peter offers a smile and looks off to the side.

“but what? i’m open to criticism.”

“well, i’m just wondering who you made it for. you must really like this person, if these are the lengths you’ll go for them…” he scratches his head.

“i made it for me.” you reply simply.

peters heart drops at your answer. “why, are you trying to fall in love or something?” he nervously chuckled.

“i’m already in love. i’m just not so sure he’s in love with me.” you sigh dejectedly.

really, you made it for peter, but you weren’t about to tell him that. you’ve had feelings for him for far too long now, and the need for him to be yours was overbearing. your subtle hints might’ve been too subtle for peter, and you didn’t have a drop of courage for you to be forward either. so you did what you do best.

“you couldn’t have just… talked to him? did you really have to go to such an extreme measure?”

your eyes widen slightly, the tone of his question threw you off. “wait you don’t think this is weird do you?”

“no! i’m just saying, all those months you spent creating a potion could’ve been used to actually talk to this person, you know?”

“i guess you’re right.. maybe i shouldn’t have done this then?” you look at the potion as you think.

“no you totally should’ve! you’ve done something incredible here, don’t be ashamed!”

“no, it’s okay. i know i’m probably way in over my head. but, there’s just so many times you can drop hints to someone so oblivious.” you shrug with a smile.

“who is this idiot anyway? i can’t believe he pushed you to such a point.”

“oh, you know. just a guy. he’s usually not so dumb.” you stifle a laugh as you answer.

“oh come on, i don’t get to know who it is? that’s lame.” he playfully shoved you.

“you’ll find out when we’re together.” you smile in a way that told peter your lips are sealed.

“alright, i’m holding you to that,” he hands you the vial “i’ve gotta run soon, but good luck with your.. guy.”

“thanks,” you pull him into a hug, which he gladly reciprocates. you’re not sure why you did it, but it felt right. you get butterflies when his hand gradually moves to your lower back. you wanted to think he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could get before you stopped him.

“oh god.” peter gasped, his hold on you slightly loosening.

“what? what is it?” you pull away while your hands rest on his forearms.

“the rats are having sex, y/n. why are they doing that?”

“i feel like that’s pretty self explanatory. they don’t call it a love potion for nothing you know.” you wink.

“you didn’t know that would happen, did you?” he laughed.

“nope. i did not. but it’ll be fine! i’m not gonna go that far, if that’s what you’re worried about.” you tried to hide your smile at his concern.

“good. but what if your potion works a little too well? what if this guy can’t control himself? what if he goes so crazy over you he’ll try to hurt you?” peters grip on you tightened as he spoke, you didn’t even know he was still holding on.

“oh, he’d never. he would never hurt me in a million years. there’s nothing to worry about, this is safe, i promise. but thank you for worrying about me.”

“you know i always got you.” and it’s true. peter cares you so much, he’s willing to push you into the arms of another guy if it makes you happy, even if it kills him inside.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

later that night, peter found himself being lured into the kitchen by the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies. just as you set a fresh tray of them on the counter, peter was instantly behind you.

“ooh, cookies? don’t mind if i do!” peter quickly snatches a cookie and bites into it, humming at the delicious taste.

“peter no! those cookies are…” you trailed off, wondering why you were warning him, when the cookies were for him after all. “are… fresh out of the oven! they’re piping hot, don’t you wanna wait for them to cool?” you smile nervously, watching him carefully for any minor changes.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. they’re just too good. are they homemade?”

you nod, watching with worried eyes as he shoveled two more into his mouth. “okay, maybe you should slow down? i don’t want you to get a tummy ache..”

“i’ll be alright,” he shrugged. “besides, i’ll have you to take care of me.”

your heart flutters at the statement, and you try your best to hide your smile.

peter frowns slightly and hums. “hey, these kind of taste sparkly.”

“it must be starting to kick in,” you mumble to yourself. “are you feeling alright? come here.” you place your hands on his cheeks on his face to check his temperature, but he feels normal. while you wanted the spell to work, you still wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt him.

“please, just don’t eat anymore cookies? you’ve had more than the necessary amount of doses.”

“doses?” his head slightly fell to the side.

“uh, why don’t we let the cookies cool? i bet they’ll taste even better then.” you ignored him.

“oh, okay. so tell me. what’s the secret ingredient?”

you smile, seizing your opportunity. “love.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

it didn’t take long for you to doubt the success of your potion. it should’ve taken effect within the first few minutes consumed. it’d been 4 hours since peter ate the cookies, and you haven’t seen him since.

either the spell wasn’t working, or it killed him.

if the spell was working though, the effects didn't seem to be as powerful as you’d anticipated. you began to wonder if all of your hard work had been for nothing.

“peter, you better be dead,” you huffed as you checked the time on your phone again. “i knew i should’ve tested this on steve and tony.”

then you decided, maybe all hope wasn’t lost. perhaps you needed to put in a bit of effort on your end. you were a bit on the shy side, it wouldn’t hurt to take initiative from time to time.

you texted peter to meet you in your room and in no time, he strolled inside taking a seat by you on your bed.

“what’s up?” he greets you.

“nothing, just look at me.” you stare into his eyes, searching for any hint of interest in you.

peter blinks and rubs his eyes. “shit, i lost. you never let me win.”

“what? we weren’t- you know, what never mind. just come closer.”

peter obliged, and you embraced him in a tight hug. “how does this feel? pretty intimate, right?”

“warm, cozy, everything a y/n hug should be.” he sighed

you groan and let go of him. “so you don’t feel anything at all?”

peter looks at you for a moment and thinks. your heart beats faster. this is it, he’s going to say everything you’ve been dying to hear for the past year.

“well… i’ve had this awful cramp in my calf lately. i’m just not sure what to do. what do you suggest?” he asked simply.

your heart sank. it seemed that all your efforts had been in vain. you spent so much time and energy making this potion, and for what? it didn't seem to have any effect on peter.

“that’s not what i mean! why didn’t it work? i’ve been trying for months!” you rest your forehead on your knees, unable to stop the tears from rolling.

“woah, what’s going on?” peter frowned, placing a hand on your back. but you don’t answer.

you couldn't help but feel defeated. you put so much of yourself into this project, and now it seemed like a complete failure. not only were you unsuccessful with your potion, but the boy you were hopelessly in love with didn’t take even a slight romantic interest in you. the realization was like a punch to the gut.

“what’s it gonna take for you to want me? i’m asking you now, because i can’t seem to figure it out for the life of me! i go as far as making a love potion just to get you to like me and it still won’t fucking work? i can’t do this for much longer! i spent months working on that potion,” you spat out, your voice quivering with rage. “i researched every ingredient, every spell, and every technique. so i would love for you to tell me, what it is about me that repels you?”

you’re almost panting from the anger, though it wasn’t directed towards peter. you wiped at the tears, but they kept coming.

peter was stunned with your outburst. it was definitely a lot to process. selfishly, the only thing he took from that was that you liked him. the same girl he’d been pining after for years was finally reciprocating. peter spent so much time dreaming about this moment but he never thought it would actually happen.

he mouth went ajar as he stammered, failing to form a coherent sentence. you never yelled at him before, he didn’t know how to react. all he could manage was, “you made that potion… for me?”

“yes,” you utter feebly, avoiding his eyes. “but it doesn’t matter anymore. we can just pretend this didn’t happen. my potion didn’t work, and you’re just not into me.”

“no. i can’t do that,” he shook his head, a grin plastered on his face. “not when i finally know you feel the same way about me.”

you look at him, confusion evident on your face.

“i’ve been working up the courage to ask you on a date, but i couldn’t after you told me you were making a love potion for someone else. do you know how much that crushed me?”

“and you didn’t stop me?” you fought a smile.

“i couldn’t. you were so excited about the spell working, about the person you were gonna use it on. i didn’t wanna ruin it for you because i love you.”

“i love you too,” you smile shyly, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “we’re so stupid.”

“no kidding. i can’t believe you made a potion instead of telling me you like me.”

“i can’t believe you told me to go be happy with someone who isn’t you.” you playfully bump into him, and he takes your arm gently, keeping you close.

“you’ll never hear it again.” his eyes are locked on your lips while his other hand delicately grips your chin, pulling you closer and closer until your lips meet.

your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the moment. it was an explosion of sensation, your bodies coming together in a perfect harmony that felt like it had been brewing for months. it wasn't just a kiss, but an emotional release that had been building for years. you couldn't get enough of each other, your lips moving against the others in perfect union.

you both reluctantly pulled apart, breathless, knowing that nothing between you would ever be the same again; you were perfectly fine with that.

“holy shit.” you gasp.

“what happened?”

“i think i know why my potion didn’t work on you. you were already in love with me, so of course it wouldn’t work on you! i’m not a failure after all.”

“of course you’re not. i can’t get those rats out of my mind. i think in pictures, so you can imagine how horrible this is for me.” he shook his head.

you gasp again, standing up so fast you see spots. “i left the cookies out!”

“it’ll be fine. just stay here with me. we need to make up for lost time, don’t you think?” he winked.

“you haven’t figured it out yet? the love potion is in the cookies!”

“wait, are you serious?” he frowned.

you rolled your eyes and dragged him towards the kitchen. you cursed when you found that all of the cookies were gone.

“oh god. this could be bad.” you wince.

just then, steve sprinted through the kitchen with tony hot on his trail. “come back you coward! you can’t escape my love, no matter how fast you run!” tony yelled after him.

peter covered his mouth as he laughed, and your jaw dropped.

“that right there was an immediate call for an antidote.” you immediately turned to leave.

peter looked to the side in horror, to see thor in a full heated make out with his hammer. “please hurry,” he shuddered. “that’s image number three unfortunately seared into my brain today.”

you turn your attention to thor and shrug. “i honestly think that would’ve happened with or without the potion.”

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⟡. THE LAST OF US —

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his last letter : @timmys-angel

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⭒ — REMUS LUPIN

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⟡. GRISHAVERSE —

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⭒ — JESPER FAHEY

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i hate you : @heathsbitch

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Trump supporters call for riots and violent retribution after verdict | Reuters

By Joseph Tanfani, Ned Parker & Peter Eisler

Supporters of former President Donald Trump, enraged by his conviction on 34 felony counts by a New York jury, flooded pro-Trump websites with calls for riots, revolution and violent retribution.

After Trump became the first U.S. president to be convicted of a crime, his supporters responded with dozens of violent online posts, according to a Reuters review of comments on three Trump-aligned websites: the former president's own Truth Social platform, Patriots.Win and the Gateway Pundit.

Some called for attacks on jurors, the execution of the judge, Justice Juan Merchan, or outright civil war and armed insurrection.

“Someone in NY with nothing to lose needs to take care of Merchan,” wrote one commentator on Patriots.Win. “Hopefully he gets met with illegals with a machete,” the post said in reference to illegal immigrants.

On Gateway Pundit, one poster suggested shooting liberals after the verdict. “Time to start capping some leftys,” said the post. “This cannot be fixed by voting."

Threats of violence and intimidating rhetoric soared after Trump lost the 2020 election and falsely claimed the vote was stolen. As he campaigns for a second White House term, Trump has baselessly cast the judges and prosecutors in his trials as corrupt tools of the Biden administration, intent on sabotaging his White House bid. His loyalists have responded with a campaign of threats and intimidation targeting judges and court officials.

“This was a disgrace, this was a rigged trial by a conflicted judge who was corrupt,” Trump told reporters afterwards, echoing comments he often made during the trial.

A 12-member jury found Trump guilty on Thursday of falsifying documents to cover up a payment to silence a porn star’s account of a sexual encounter ahead of the 2016 election. Sentencing is set for July 11, days before the Republican Party is scheduled to formally nominate Trump for president ahead of the Nov. 5 election. Trump has denied wrongdoing and is expected to appeal.

Trump continued his attacks online after the verdict.

On Truth Social, he called Merchan “HIGHLY CONFLICTED” and criticized his jury instructions as unfair. One commentator responded by posting a picture of a hangman's platform and a noose with the caption: “TREASONOUS MOBSTER OF THE JUSTICES SYSTEM!!”

Jacob Ware, a co-author of the book “God, Guns, and Sedition: Far-Right Terrorism in America”, said the violent language used by Trump’s followers was testament to the former president’s “ironclad ability to mobilize more extreme supporters to action, both at the ballot box and through violence.”

“Until and unless he accepts the process, the extremist reaction to his legal troubles will be militant,” said Ware, a research fellow at the Council on Foreign Relations.

A spokesperson for Truth Social said, “It’s hard to believe that Reuters, once a respected news service, has fallen so low as to publish such a manipulative, false, defamatory and transparently stupid article as this one purely out of political spite.”

All three sites have policies against violent language, and some of the posts were later removed. Representatives of Patriots.Win and Gateway Pundit did not immediately return requests for comment. A Trump spokesperson also did not respond to an email seeking comment.

“HANG EVERYONE”

After Thursday's verdict, many of his supporters also said that his conviction was proof that the American political system was broken and that only violent action could save the country.

“1,000,000 men (armed) need to go to Washington and hang everyone. That's the only solution,” said one poster on Patriots.win. Another added: “Trump should already know he has an army willing to fight and die for him if he says the words...I’ll take up arms if he asks.”

Other posts specifically urged targeting Democrats, in some cases suggesting they be shot. “AMERICA FULLY DESTROYED BY DEMOCRATS. LOCK AND LOAD,” wrote a commentator on Gateway Pundit.

While the posts identified by Reuters all called for violence or insurrection, most fell short of the legal standard for a prosecutable threat, which typically requires evidence that the comment reflects a clear intent to act or instill fear, rather than simply suggesting a frightening outcome.

Still, one researcher who studies extremist militias said the guilty verdict could inspire violence by reinforcing a conviction among some of Trump's supporters that he's a victim of a conspiracy orchestrated by his enemies.

“I do think a lot of these folks have been looking for an excuse to maybe mobilize for a while,” said Amy Cooter of the Middlebury Institute of International Studies’ Center on Terrorism, Extremism and Counterterrorism. “I hope I’m wrong. I’ve said for a long time, though, that I would not be shocked to see violence result from a guilty verdict, either directed toward the jurors” or others connected to the case.