#ANYWAY HARRY OSBORN AM I RIGHT GUYS

[lpsgirl109]

Strange thinking about the ways people have hurt you that they never apologized for when it's been like eons since those moments happened. Like should I still be angry about it or should I just let it go. Thoughts with Peg at 1 am. I need to sleep.

[currentlyonstandbi]

okay so we know canonically that pete is a pretty decent cook (not withstanding the dumpling fiasco) and i like to think that it extends to baking too because 1. baking is just chemistry of course and 2. i like to project

which in turn led to me thinking about pete who picks up his love for being in the kitchen when he's younger, maybe as a way for him and may to spend more time together after losing ben ?

except now all i'm thinking about is high school era pete who cannot convey his feelings towards harry adequately in words and instead keeps presenting him with baked goods lmao

manifesting this type of simp energy

[reidslovely]

If Your Love is in Trouble (Part One)

"If you're asking yourself, "How do you know?" Then that's your answer" Lana Del Rey, Margaret

Playlist here.

Authors Note: Yes, I am starting another series. Maybe I'll actually finish this one. This was born after playing Spider-Man 2, and I have no explanation for it, I just really wanted an excuse to write this. I know many people aren't into love triangles and that's cool. I still hope you guys read and enjoy because it will predominantly be Peter/Reader.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader x Harry Osborn

Content Warning: Slight mentions of suicidal ideation, couple swear words, pretty tame for the most part right now. Few mentions of a old hair color reader had.

Please reblog, and throw a comment in if you'd like!

“I can’t believe he’s really gone.” Peter muttered as he sat crisscrossed on the pillows scattered on his bedroom floor turning his best friend's game boy over in his hands. (Y/N) frowned at her friend, her cheeks stained red and swollen from crying, the insides of her cheeks sore from being bitten. 

“I know..it’s not fair.”

 She rested her head on Peter’s shoulder, her arms wrapping around his torso. 

“Norman is fucking evil.” Peter mumbled out, a glance at his open door making sure May didn’t hear the swear fall from his lips. “..and a terrible father, he never deserved to have Harry. But that didn’t mean he had to ship him off. He could have lived here, May and Ben would have taken him in. That’s like their whole thing!” 

(Y/N) listened, she knew the hurt Peter was feeling, but she also knew he knew how Harry was feeling. The three of them had been inseparable since they were six, did everything together and went everywhere. But now Harry has gone to some fancy boarding school in the English countryside, not knowing when they’d ever see him again. 

“We still have each other.” 

Peter laughed sadly, his hand engulfing hers a childlike smile on his face the blue color on his braces catching her eye. “Yeah. And I’m not letting you go anywhere.” Peter wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her down ruffling her hair. (Y/N) screamed out, thrashing around laughing, trying to fight Peter off. 

“Okay you two, okay. Dinner is ready c’mon.” Ben says from Peter’s doorway looking at the middle schoolers. Peter let go of the girl, holding his hand out for her to take helping her up. Ben stood back as the two bursted out of the door, racing one another down the stairs into the warmth of the kitchen. The smell of May’s cooking filling the homey kitchen, a news anchor talking excitedly on the small TV on the counter. 

…

Though the kitchen hadn’t changed in those seven years it was no longer warm, it no longer felt like a second home. The same new anchor talked on the TV, his voice no longer excited but now aged and filled with professionalism. (Y/N) looked around the once familiar area, now feeling like a vampire who’d crossed the threshold uninvited. But she had been invited, May stood in front of her two mismatching coffee cups in hand. 

“Take off your coat for a while.” 

She coaxed, motioning at the spring jacket on her shoulders. (Y/N) smiled at May’s motherly nature, she hadn’t changed a bit since the last time she’d seen her. Her head had a few more grays on it, and she was wearing her reading glasses more but other than physical she was the same old May. 

“I’m so glad I caught you walking, I was gonna call and have these sent to you but..I’ve been wanting to see you anyways.” 

“I know May, I’ve missed you. Sorry, I just..I've been..so busy.” 

May squinted her eyes, her crows feet becoming prominent. It was never an easy task to lie to May, she saw through everything. 

“I bet.” But, she always let the lie continue. May sat at the bar stool, the small photo book in hand as she opened it. (Y/N) settled next to her drinking out of the homemade Spider-Man cup, looking at the first set of photos. Three kids smiled in front of a carousel of horses, two boys and a girl standing in the middle. (Y/N) smiled, her mind flashing to the blonde boy in the photo, thinking about the last time they’d talk. Her eyes followed their muscle memory and looked at the scrawny brunette boy in the photo, his head resting on hers as he held up a peace sign. 

“Ben and I basically had to drag you three out of that park when that silly little carousel popped up. It was your favorite part.”

“We used to spend hours there. I used to steal money out of my dad’s wallet to get us rides for the whole week.” 

May laughed, nodding her head. (Y/N) smiled at the memory of her thumb rubbing over the slightly aged photo, it felt like her heart shook with grief for what they once were. 

“Now this..this is my favorite.” 

May held up a photo of two ghosts. 

One clad in an awkward fitting sports coat and slacks, the other in a deep blue dress and poorly dyed red hair. In Peter’s scratchy handwriting ‘Junior year winter formal’ was written on the back. (Y/N) swallowed harshly, but smiled at the image. 

“You two looked so cute. Your red hair really was something.”

“Mhm, I forgot the last time you saw me I was still a redhead!” (Y/N) hummed softly, sliding the photo back into its slot in the photo album. May hummed, putting her hand against her cheek. 

“When was the last time?” 

“It was ..I dunno, senior year we just got on christmas break, I had come by because I hadn’t heard from Peter in a couple weeks and I was worried. He’d gone upstate with Gwen’s family, and you gave me that knitted scarf and beanie set.” 

“Oh that’s right!” May smiled, grabbing onto (Y/N)’s forearm. “Have you two talked at all?”

(Y/N) laughed awkwardly, her hand coming up to push her hair out of her face. She shook her head rapidly. “No, I'm pretty much on the outskirts of his life now. I think we both go out of the way to avoid one another.” 

May shook her head, her nephew's behavior never failing to amaze her. “Whatever happened, have you two tried to fix it?”

“I dunno May, we just…grew apart. He had Gwen, photography and science club…and his other extra activities.” (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders, her hand patting May’s that rested on her forearm. “We grew up I guess.” 

May looked at her and it felt like she saw right through her, saw her heart and how Peter had smashed it into a million pieces. (Y/N) pulled her arm gently from May grabbing the coffee cup and taking a long sip. “Oh my god! Is this you and Ben?” It was a quick and easy subject change that May would allow. 

The front door opened and May turned her head. “Peter, why don’t you come into the kitchen? I have something I want to show you. I finally pulled those photos down from the attic!” 

(Y/N) looked around the kitchen like an animal being caged in, she looked for a quick escape but she could never move that quietly. So she settled with tucking her face away behind May’s figure and maybe if she willed enough she’d turn invisible. 

Peter's footsteps turned into a quick jog throughout the house. “May why would you..I told you I’d..” Suddenly all sound stopped. Time felt like it’d stopped with it. 

Peter had grown a couple inches since the last time they’d seen one another, she thought he’d looked taller in his birthday post on instagram but maybe she’d just started forgetting what he looked like. He’d finally cut his hair, and started dressing in more fitting clothes. He had become a full adult in the time they’d been apart, it felt like just yesterday they were eighteen year olds hanging out at the skatepark.  

“Hey.” He spoke softly, shock in his voice. 

“I caught her walking home- thought she’d like a trip down memory lane.” 

“Hey Pete.” (Y/N) spoke finally, her eyes following him as he walked to the fridge grabbing out the creamer and making his own cup of coffee. May had opened her mouth to speak before being cut off by the house phone. May grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulder as she stood. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

Silence, that was once comfortable and knowing, filled the room awkwardly. (Y/N)’s eyes locked to Peter’s back watching his movements. 

“Happy belated birthday.” 

Peter turned to look at her after the words left his mouth. She could laugh, at least he remembered one thing. 

“Yeah, yeah you too. We’re twenty, pretty odd huh?’

“Yeah..I feel like I’ve lived six times that.” 

(Y/N) nodded awkwardly, dropping her eyes from him and looking at the winter formal photo in her hands. Her phone vibrating from the counter, both of their eyes immediately looking at it. 

‘Harry - Hey, sorry we got cut short last night’

‘Harry - I’m actually grabbing a flight right now, I should be there tomorrow afternoon.’

She clicked the power button flipping it over. “How’s huh Gwen?” 

Peter nodded and leaned on the counter, his finger tapping a couple of the scattered photos. “Uh..well. Good, I think. We..broke up.” He spoke quickly, rolling his hand in a circle motion as he spoke. He looked up at her, for what felt like the first time in forever. She nodded, a frown on her lips. 

“I’m..really sorry to hear that Pete. I thought for sure you guys would..be together forever.” 

“Yeah me too..” He slumped his shoulders and shook his head. “Sometimes things just don’t work out.” 

“Tell me about it.” She laughs, it came out more bitter than she intended. Peter nodded, his lips pulling down at the notion. Maybe he knew he owed her a slew of apologies, maybe he was oblivious. She’d rather he be the latter. Clearing her throat she slipped out of the bar stool, grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair. 

“I should go. I have an assignment due at six I should get started on.” 

“Oh yeah, yeah.” Peter sniffled, his thumb rubbing against his nose. He pressed his fists into the countertop, his fingers popping as he did so. “Let me walk you home.” He offered up, rushing to get his coat from the living room. (Y/N) panicked, her mind moving at a million miles a second. Her brain refuses to process any type of response other than a small yes that she doesn’t even think he heard.

Taking the couple seconds alone she had she messaged Harry back: ‘So excited to see you! Miss your face :)’ 

“Ready?” Peter asked, he returned with a denim jacket on his shoulders, hands shoved into his pockets. (Y/N) pocketed her phone nodding at him, Peter reached around her holding the back door open for her as they stepped out into the slight chill of the spring weather. The two rounded the side of the house heading down the block. Peter fell into his previous routine, he always took the side of the sidewalk closest to the road, keeping (Y/N) on his inside. She smiled at him, dropping her gaze to her feet.

“I’ve been a terrible friend.” 

It wasn’t what she expected to fill the silence. Her mouth fell open, before closing again quickly trying to think of a response. 

“I like..totally left you hanging and I just..I’m really sorry that was so fucked up. There was just.” Peters fumbling through his words, it’s not an apology, but she’ll take it. 

“Hey Pete, it’s all good. We were kids, and hey what can you do it happened. I played a part in it too. We had a lot going on.” 

“You were always trying to excuse my bad behavior, I was a bad friend. I can admit that now, I should have admitted that two years ago.” 

(Y/N) shakes her head, a laugh falling out of her lips, her hand coming up to wave it off. 

“We were hormonal teenagers Peter, and that got in the way. I’m not mad, I missed you a lot. But maybe it was what we needed to grow.”

“I know but I should have said something. I left you on a fucking rooftop, I..” 

“I love you Peter, and I just need to know if you love me.” She screamed over the flow of the traffic below them. Sirens sounding off in the background felt like she was being laughed at by everyone. Peter’s face was numb, filled with shock as he held his mask in one hand, his bruised eyes searching her face. “I’m so confused. I don’t know what to think.”

“I don’t..I don’t know. I dunno, either.” 

He shook his head, the sound of the city around him felt like an icepick being stabbed into the back of skull. (Y/N) took a step back, wind blowing against her face whipping the dyed red hair around across her face. She turned and looked over the edge, before looking at him. Jumping from the 20th something floor felt like a better option than hearing whatever Peter had to say. 

“I just..is there a chance or is this all for..nothing? Am I holding out for nothing?” 

The sirens got louder, and Peter looked between the red head and the flashing sirens below them. 

“I’m sorry, we can talk later!” Peter swore as he slid the mask on his face, in a flash he’d thrown

himself over the side of the building a flash of red swinging off into the sky. 

The memory crawled into the forefront of her mind and for once it didn’t make her want to claw herself out of her skin. Peter’s hand had creeped out of his jacket pocket and into hers, his hand interlocking with hers. (Y/N)’s lips pulled down in a bittersweet smile, her thumb rubbing across his. For a moment she’s convinced herself nothing changed, for a moment she’s in school sneaking kisses with Peter in the darkroom of the photography club. Waiting for him by his locker ready to trade lunches for the day with silly notes written on the inside. 

“It hasn’t changed a bit.”

 Peter laughed as they reached the front stoop of her home, his hand still in hers. It was comforting, both having a sneaking feeling of home that they hadn’t felt in almost two years. However, the moment died quickly. Peter let go of her hand, stepping in front of her slightly as he looked around. (Y/N) furrowed her brow as she opened her mouth to talk, the scrapping of a chair drew her attention to the corner of the porch, a figure standing up. 

“Mhm that’s what I said. I gotta say though I don’t remember the glass in the window being pink”

The deep voice drew the friend's head towards the sound, (Y/N)’s jaw dropping as she grabbed a tense Peter’s shoulder. 

“Harry!”

They both yelled. The sandy blond started down the steps, (Y/N) took off meeting him half way engulfing him in a hug. Peter stood back in shock, looking at his lost friend as if a ghost had just crawled out of its grave in front of him. A small vibration of alert hanging in the back of his skull as the two embrace.

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[petertingle-yipyip]

LOOKALIKE - MULTIVERSE!READER

Pairing: None directly; implied multiverse!matt x multiverse!spidergirl!reader

Word Count: 2,447

Summary: Spider Noire, a female spider themed hero, and Spider-man’s partner. Yanked from her universe and dropped into a new one, she finds someone familiar but still different. // is this great? no. is it fun? eh. am i posting it anyway? yeah. //

This wasn’t New York. You quickly realized that when you nearly collided with a skyscraper in the path you were swinging, one that had been clear less than a blink ago.

Wel, maybe it was. But it wasn’t your New York.

The blocks weren’t set up the right way. Businesses that were on 11th were now on 44th. The bodega you and Matt always went to was replaced with a shoe store. Your own apartment building was now a Target.

With no idea where you were, you ran to the only place that seemed to be familiar. It was late so the chances that anyone was there were minuscule. He was probably out doing his work as the Kitchen’s vigilante but you had nowhere else to go.

You burst through the doors to Nelson and Murdock and found Karen sitting at her desk, a light on in either office to the sides. Your sudden entrance made her jump from her seat as you yanked the mask off your face.

“Thank God.” You sighed. “Is Matt here?”

“Matt Murdock?” She asked carefully.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“No, he’s not here. I can get Foggy for you though, but um.. Who should I tell him is here?”

“What? Karen, c’mon. You know me.” Your brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry.” She let out a nervous chuckle.

“Karen, it’s me. Y/N Osborne?” The blank expression in her eyes made you continue, almost desperate to have her recognize you. “Spider Noire? Black and gold spandex suit?” You gestured to the suit you were still wearing. “I work with Spiderman and Daredevil all the time?”

“You know Daredevil?” Her brows raised.

“What is going on?” You let out a stressed laugh and pushed your hands through your hair.

“What’s going on out here?” Foggy came out and you were relieved to see at least he was the same.

“Y/N Osborne is here.” Karen spoke carefully.

“Osborne?” His brows raised as he turned to you. “You mean Y/N Parker?”

“Parker?” You laughed. “I’m not related to Peter, I’m related to Harry. Remember? We used to joke that Oscorp got me into Columbia.”

“The Y/N I knew was Peter Parker’s older cousin. She applied to Columbia but ended up at MIT instead.”

“Knew?”

“Yeah, Y/N died a couple years ago fighting the Hand.”

“The Hand? No, it wasn’t me that died. Elektra died that night.”

“Matt said you both did.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” You mumbled to yourself. “And that- that- that kid on the billboard? The one who killed fishbowl guy. Who is that?”

“Spiderman?”

“C’mon, guys. Peter’s like my brother. I think I'd know if he was a murderer. That’s not Spiderman.”

“Yes, it is.” He nodded and took a few steps closer. “Are you okay? Is there someone we can call for you?”

“You’re not Foggy.” You said sadly and stepped backwards, fighting back the tears. “You’re not Foggy and I can’t find Peter and something is really wrong.”

“Ms. Osborne, wait.” He tried but you were already running out the door.

You yanked your mask back down and shot a web at the roof across the street. You ignored the shouts from the streets below. Some yelled for you to go home, that they hated Spiderman. They must’ve mistaken you for Spiderman because they yelled that you were a murderer. They hated you, but you had no idea what was happening.

You didn’t know Mysterio. You didn’t know why Spiderman suddenly looked different. You didn’t know why everyone knew Peter Parker was Spiderman. While everything was spinning in your head, your body reacted to something being thrown at you.

You dove out of the way and shot a web at it so you could fling it back at whoever threw it. When you looked over, you saw the familiar silhouette. You let out a sigh of relief before yanking off your mask.

“Thank God it’s you.” You breathed.

“I’m gonna need you to answer some questions.” Matt said firmly and you felt your skin buzz when you realized Matt was ready to fight you.

“Matt?”

“Who are you?”

“Not you too.” You said sadly.

“Who do you work for?”

You groaned loudly and knocked both fists against your forehead.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“I don’t work for anyone! Why does no one believe me?” You shouted, watching as Matt began to walk slow circles around you.

“Fisk?”

“Who?” You asked in defeat.

“Yakuza? Did the Hand do this?”

“No, I-“ You groaned and flicked a quick shot at his feet. “Your pacing is making me anxious.”

“You need to tell me who you are.”

“Oh my-“ You complained before you dropped to sit cross-legged on the floor. “Y/N Osborne. You know me.”

“Y/N…” He said your name softly, as if he hadn’t said it in so long. “But she’s..”

“Dead? Yeah, I’m just as confused as you are… Something’s not right, but I’m not smart enough to figure it out on my own. I thought you could help, but obviously you can’t.”

“You’re not Y/N. Not the one I knew, at least.” Matt said carefully, kneeling to free his foot. The tension in your body had dulled and now you just felt lost. “Your heartbeat is different.”

“How?” Your head tilted and you watched as he pulled off the helmet. Overall, he was the same Matt you knew back home, but his hair was shorter and even though it was messy from the helmet, you knew it was probably styled poorly. That was almost enough to make you laugh but you found a small comfort in seeing the same eyes you knew. The same features, same expression, same inflictions in his voice.

“It’s stronger. You're stronger.”

“You said you knew me as Y/N Parker?”

“Yeah… And you couldn’t do this.” He gave a small smile as he gestured to your webbing. “You trained with Elektra and Stick.”

“Yeah, I knew Ellie. But I met her when I met you, back in college. At Columbia.”

“You’re so different…” He said softly. “You’re telling the truth but… You’re just not my Y/N.”

“Yeah, I’m figuring that part out.” You sighed. “You’re a dead ringer for my Matt, though. Perfect lookalike.”

He gave a small laugh. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.” You smiled softly. “But it isn’t. Just makes me miss him more.”

“Have you tried finding Spiderman?”

“Peter? I don’t even know how I found you.” You laughed nervously.

“Technically, I found you.” He teased and you mimicked him, making him laugh.

“I don’t even know if I’d find this Peter or the Peter I know. Hell, there could be five Peter Parkers floating around now.”

“I could help you.” He offered.

You glanced around the New York skyline and felt an odd sensation. It felt like a string, tugging you and it sent a strange feeling to the pit of your stomach. It sent a tingle across your skin and almost made you shiver.

“No… I think I have an idea.” You said distantly, attention still stuck on that feeling. You felt if you turned away, it would move and you wouldn’t be able to find it again. “If you can’t get out of that-“ You offered over your shoulder as you fixed your mask back into place. “-it normally falls apart in a couple hours.”

“Couple hours?” He repeated in shock. “No. Y/N, c’mon.”

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine. I gotta go.”

“Y/N!”

“Later, Daredevil!” You called as you stepped off the roof.

After what felt like an eternity of swinging in circles, you finally let your feet hit the ground. You yanked your mask again and slammed it at your feet.

“Goddammit.” You huffed and shoved your fingers through your hair.

You stopped on that rooftop and surveyed the nearby buildings, hoping to see a familiar figure in his trademark red and blue spandex. But you seemed to be alone, despite the way your head screamed that you were right.

“Where are you, Peter?” You asked the city, hoping the streets would answer or the lights would point you in the right direction. You didn’t really expect an answer so you jumped when you heard the voice.

“If you’re looking for a fight.” A tired voice came from behind you. You spun quickly with your fists ready, only to find a boy hunched over his folded knees that he clutched to his chest. “I really don’t wanna deal with that right now.”

“A fight? No, no.” You relaxed your hands and folded them behind your back instead. “I- I didn’t realize anyone else was up here. I’m sorry. I can go.”

“Doesn’t matter… I don’t care anymore.”

“Are you-“ You said gently, moving to crouch beside him. “Are you Peter?”

“Mhmm.”

“Peter Parker?”

“Unfortunately.” He muttered. “Who are you?”

“That’s a little uh, bleak. What’s going on, little Spidey?”

“Well everyone looking for me from another universe has tried to kill me so...”

“I’m sorry, another universe?” You repeated in disbelief but that seemed to be the most fitting explanation. “That’s what this is? Huh. Oh man, Pete’s probably loving this.”

“Well this Peter isn’t because tonight has been the worst night of my life and I want it all to be over.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “That seems to be the trend with Peter Parkers, apparently. The whole always having someone trying to kill you bit. My Peter deals with that all the time… Something really bad happened tonight, didn’t it?” You asked gently once you realized just how beat up he was.

All he could do was nod while he clutched his knees a little tighter.

“People call me Spider Noire, by the way.” You sat beside him and crossed your legs. “But most of the time, it’s Y/N Osborne.”

“Osborne?” He repeated quickly. Defensively, almost. “Like- Like Norman Osborne? The Green Goblin Osborne?”

“Norman, yes. But my dad was never the Goblin.” You defended immediately, putting your hands up in surrender. “He died of some sickness. They never tell the kid the details, especially if she’s not the one getting the company… No, that honor - along with the Green Goblin title - went to my brother before he died.”

“Oh…” He replied in a small voice. “What happened to your brother?”

“He died in a fight against Spiderman. Harry - that’s my brother - tried to kill me and his best friend’s girlfriend.. Dropped us down a clock tower. I managed to save myself but Gwen wasn’t so lucky… Kind of a shitty thing to do if you ask me but hey. It is what it is.”

“Against Spiderman…”

“Yeah, but I think it’s for the best.”

“Really?”

“I don’t think I could’ve forgiven him for what he did.” You confessed. “And even if he didn’t die against my Peter, I probably would’ve killed him myself.”

“You wanted revenge on your own brother?”

“To be quite honest, I don’t think he really saw me as his sister… I think he hated me and whatever made him snap just brought it to the surface. And I don’t look like my father so I have a theory that I was adopted but the only people who would’ve known are dead.”

“I’m sorry about your friend.” He offered honestly.

You thought it was kind that he would offer his sympathy to you, despite his clear suffering. You had seen the billboards and magazine stories that criminalized him. You received a handful of the hate and threats intended for him. You saw the news report of the demolished condo building from his fight. You saw the flash of Dr. Connors in his lizard form and the blur of a modified version of the Osborne glider. You knew he was going through hell in those moments, but he still offered you - a complete stranger from an apparently different universe - his kindness.

“Who was it?” You tried. “If you’re okay with me asking.”

“Hmm?”

“Tonight.” You shifted to face him. “I saw that there was a body recovered after a massive explosion during a Spiderman fight. Who did you lose tonight?”

“My Aunt May.”

“Oh no, Peter.” You said gently, putting both hands on his forearms. “I’m so sorry… I know what she meant to my Peter so I can only assume what she meant to you.”

“She was all the family I had left.” He whispered in a pained, broken voice. “How-“ He took a deep breath to settle himself. “How am I supposed to keep doing this without her?”

“I’m afraid I can’t help with that.” You sighed.

“She died because of me.”

“No.” You said quickly. You slid over to be on your knees in front of him to ensure you had his attention. “Peter, I promise it wasn’t your fault. I don’t care how the fight went down but it wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was!” He cried. “I told her- I told her to run. But she didn’t. She stayed with me and now she’s dead! And I couldn’t save her.” His voice fell to a whisper for the last line.

“Guilt is one hell of a burden to carry. Peter, you can’t allow your grief to become guilt because it will ruin you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I saw it happen to my Peter.”

“What happened?”

“I can’t explain to you what he was feeling because I wouldn’t be able to tell his story right but I know someone who can… Do you wanna help me find my Peter? I’m sure he’d love to talk to you.”

“I don’t wanna do anything other than…”

“Other than what?”

“I want to kill Norman Osborne.”

“I can’t say I don’t understand where you’re coming from.” You nodded. “But you’re so young, Peter. You don’t want that type of blood on your hands, do you?”

“The world already thinks I’m a murderer.” He scoffed and threw his hands forward. “What difference does it make?”

“The difference is whether or not you are. Don’t fit into the narrative that the world paints for you.”

“Peter.” A girl said from behind you. You stood and found a girl and a boy, eyes locked on Peter and near tears.

You stepped away and let them embrace their friend. Your attention turned to a feeling from slightly above you and you turned to find your Peter watching. You let out a sigh of relief as he dropped down to embrace you.

But if you only knew how upside down that night would turn, you never would’ve gone out to begin with. Maybe then you would’ve been safe in your own universe.

[babybatscreationsv2]

At the Altar

Starker | Marvel

When Peter gets left at the altar on his wedding day, it's his dad who comes to comfort him. Harry was never a good fit to join the family, anyway. It's always best to keep family to together and to keep outsiders- out. And Tony would do anything for his son.

Rating: Explicit

For my little prompter

Warnings and tags below

Warnings and tags: incest, mafia au, emotional manipulation, minor off screen character death, left at the altar, praise kink, daddy kink, possessive behavior/sex

Peter stared into the mirror. He fixed his tie for the millionth time. Things weren't going to plan, but then again when had they ever gone to plan? He was a Stark after all. Well, sort of. He'd been given his mother's last name much to his father's displeasure. And soon he'd be an Osborn. His dad had a lot of reservations about Harry, but what can you do when you're in love? Peter chewed his lip. What was taking so long?

"You want me to go and check again?" Ned asked. The poor guy looked more nervous than Peter.

"Yeah, go ahead. We were supposed to go out thirty minutes ago. Something has to be wrong."

Ned gave him an extremely fake reassuring smile. "I'm sure it's fine. Probably just a wardrobe malfunction."

"Yeah, sure." Ned left him alone and Peter fixed his tie again. He'd felt so good about today when he woke up that morning. Now his stomach was bubbling with anxiety.

He jumped as the door opened. Ned came back into the room. His face was pale and his eyes were wide.

"Peter..." He started, but a hand grabbed his shoulder. Peter let out a breath at the sight of his father.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Tony came into the room. He gave Ned a deadly look and pushed him back through the door. Then he shut it and locked it behind him. Peter's stomach sank even more.

"Dad?"

His father looked at him with a face that was all too familiar. He had bad news. Peter walked away from the mirror and sat down on the couch. He shook his head.

"No... he can't..."

Tony sighed. "Oh, Petey." He sat down beside him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, drawing him in. "I'm so sorry, kid. But it's not really all that surprising is it?"

"What do you mean?" Peter rasped through the lump in his throat. He hugged his father's chest.

"You and Harry were never going to work out. You know that. This was always a silly little fling. The whole family knew it."

"Really?"

"He was only marrying you out of pity after all. You're such a clingy, emotional, thing. It must have been too hard for him to let you down easy. Still, it's such an embarrassment. A Stark being turned down? Left at the altar? And at your age as well."

Peter sobbed. He was right. All of this was so shameful, so humiliating. But no matter how hard he shut his eyes it didn't go away. He had wasted so much time with Harry. He thought they were in love. He was so stupid. His dad stroked his back and he curled more into him. Tony kissed the top of his head.

"I guess I have no choice now. What else am I for besides fixing your problems, right?"

Peter nodded. He wanted that. It was embarrassing that he needed his dad to take care of him like this, but he couldn't face the family after all this. But dad always knew what to do. He could make this better.

"What do we do?" he asked. His voice was so embarrassingly small.

"I'll just have to do it won't I? There's no choice really."

Peter sat up and blinked his teary eyes at his father. "Do what, dad?"

His father's hand touched his cheek. "I'll make you mine." Peter sat still and obedient as his father leaned in and kissed his lips. A little noise escaped him, one of pleasure and confusion. He kissed him so tenderly and not at all in the way a father should.

"Daddy?" Peter asked. He couldn't help it. He felt so small, so overwhelmed, so confused.

His father looked at him with only love. "I always take care of you don't I, sweetheart?" Peter nodded. "Then be a good boy and don't question me."

"But what are we doing?"

"We're getting married, baby. The family's all gathered for a wedding. Besides, it's better this way. Family belongs together not with some spineless outsider."

"But..."

"I've already handled all of the paperwork and the family is going to meet us at the reception. Now all that's left is for you to say thank you."

"Thank you, daddy."

Tony stroked his cheek with his thumb. "That's my boy." He leaned in and kissed him again, slowly coaxing him into a deeper kiss, taking over his mouth with lips and tongue. Peter could only do what he was told and it felt good.

His father's hands slid his jacket off his shoulders. He slowly untied his tie. His hands slid down into the waist of his pants and un-tucked his shirt. Then carefully he worked his way up the buttons.

"Daddy," Peter whined again, his nerves were getting to him. He was supposed to marry Harry today and now he was marrying his father? That probably wasn't legal, but he was sure his dad had found a way to make it legal.

"Hush, baby," Tony purred. "Be a good boy."

He let him take off his shirt and push him back on the couch. He spread his legs to let him fit in between. It felt so good when his dad pressed theirs hips together, rubbing against his cock. His hands wrapped around the back of his neck.

Peter moaned when his dad kissed him. Those hands kept working to strip him naked. There was a forbidden edge to it that felt scary, but it was all too easy to be his daddy's good boy and do what he was told.

Tony stripped out of his jacket and let it crumple on the floor. Peter watched, enraptured, as he slid off his belt, popped the button of his slacks, and pulled the zipper down. He reached one hand inside and palmed his cock. Peter whined.

"Do you want to be mine, baby?"

No part of him wanted to admit that out loud, but when he tried to pull Tony back down to distract him with more kisses it was useless. He only sat above him, staring down with a self satisfied smile.

Peter squirmed and chewed his lip. Then he whispered, "Yes, daddy."

"You always want daddy to take care of you. No one else can do it like I do. They can't give you want you need."

Peter shook his head in agreement. "Just you, daddy." He look his dad gave him as he stared down at him all while touching himself, it was objectifying. And thrilling. He could see how much the man wanted him and he wanted it, too.

"Dad, please," he breathed. Tony bent and kissed him again. He fit himself between Peter's thighs. His dad's bare cock touched his hip and he gasped. He felt him reaching around for something, then his hand came back wet and slick. He'd been ready for this, he'd been planning, he should have known. It should have been terrifying. If it frightened him at all, the feeling was buried to deep beneath pleasure. Which is probably exactly what his dad wanted. He knew how to manipulate him. Draw him in until it was too late.

"Are you ready, baby?" Tony looked into his eyes. The tip of his cock pressed against his hole.

Peter nodded his head, "please." He pushed in slowly. Peter's head fell back against the arm of the couch, mind buzzing with the understanding that his dad's dick was inside of him and it felt better than anything he'd ever had.

Tony groaned as he buried himself inside his son, pushing as deep as he could and then some, as if it wasn't enough. "You're mine, Peter. All mine. Tell me."

"I'm yours," Peter gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move, fucking him deep and hard as if he could get in deeper. It hurt, but felt so fucking good.

Tony kissed his mouth, then his neck, sucking marks into his skin until he squealed. "Who do you belong to?" He growled in his ear.

"You daddy!" Peter gasped. "I belong to my daddy!" He squealed as a hand wrapped around his cock. He pulled Tony down against him, holding on his neck and his shoulders and his back, everywhere his hands could reach. "So close, so close-" he moaned. "Dad, I'm gonna-"

"Do it, baby. That's my good boy."

Peter whined, high and desperate, panting hot against his father's face, foreheads pressed together, losing himself to pleasure as his dad fucked him until he came all but screaming and daddy kept fucking him, wringing him dry until it hurt and he didn't care. He was good and still, whimpering while daddy fucked his hole until he was finished and he came all the way inside him, fucking it deeper for good measure.

Tony kissed him, but Peter's kisses were sleepy and lazy. He felt light headed and sated like when you eat too much. His dad stroked his face and looked down at him with adoration.

"There," he said. "Now everything's right."

Peter nodded. "You always take care of me. Thank you, daddy."

Tony kissed his forehead. "You should rest for a bit. The party can wait."

Peter dug his fingers into his shirt. "Stay."

His dad smiled. "Anything for you, sweetheart." He curled his arms around him and adjusted them on the couch so he could hold him. He pet Peter's hair until he fell asleep and he laid watching his sweet face. He was sure Peter knew, or would realize if he didn't know already. He was smart. And Tony always did what was best for the family. Especially when it came to Peter.

There wouldn't be a body to uncover and Harry's car was already on the way to the crusher, but he'd figure it out. He would understand.

[reading-stains]

some cool observations I figured out after asking myself what makes a good fanfic

I wanted to randomly talk about how wonderful fanfiction is. Like really. It’s genuinely one of the most wonderful experiences being here has to offer. I’ve been having a really tough time these past few weeks, and the only thing that keeps getting me through a day has been to sit down and read a couple long fics. I’m an avid AO3 reader (don’t you dare suggest any other platform for me for reading, I like the organization okay), which yeah means I don’t read as carefully as the next person but I do read like 90% of the fic so that means something right? Reading a whole 300,000 words a day, while still having time to cook three meals separately, have a two hour tutoring session, and some space to freak out over my AP scores has got to be a superpower.

Anyways, my point is this: fanfiction is fucking amazing. How many ways worlds can come together, how many times characters can fall in love and it doesn’t get boring is just that, fucking amazing. The amount of great material I’ve found has been stellar. And since I’ve had so many hours to waste the past two weeks, my urge for fanfic reading has been consistently there. Which is strange to me because I’ve barely wanted to read, period. Academic, casual, printed, or online for months. But fanfiction is perfectly centered in what I love.

Yet I was thinking how do you make a good fanfic? After all, there’s so much, some of it is just better than the rest. And I figured I’d explore that.

Firstly, there’s the whole charm of fanfiction, since there’s something powerful in having characters you know. I’d like to highlight that it’s entirely possible and true that people can have completely different experiences in the fanfiction world. There’s Y/N and its whole self insert genre, and there’s the whole original characters' situation in universes that are explored within the OG material. Of course there’s a whole sub division of fanfic readers that love it, adore it, write it, and consume it, and who am I to judge? I guess when I say good fanfiction in this post, it’s about how good character based fanfiction works out. Because in my eyes, good fanfiction challenges the framing of a character, and works to develop a tangible change in both internal and external measures. For example, I was reading this two part (not-yet-fully-completed-but-doesn’t-really-end-in-a-cliffhanger-so-it’s-okay-as-someone-that-doesn’t-like-reading-uncomplete-stuff-I-give-the-green-light) Spideypool fic where the ship mainly worked as an empowering device for the story of Peter Parker (spoilers guys, he’s Spider-Man) finding connection, with his boss (it’s Harry Osborn :o), with his fellow superheroes, with his dying aunt, with his new boyfriend, and finally, with himself. The fic works with multiple characters to develop the plot. Good character based fanfiction in this case revolves about the multiple relationships developed between said explored characters. Because characters are fundamentally different from the source material, writing them and giving them needs and actions that feel indebted to the original want of the characters and balancing their choice from said wants is hard. It’s a fine line, tying it all up. Developing something independent from the original material to some extent, from a possibly canon compliant conversation to a whole different universe, and using that independence to further an enrichment of a world or character is necessary. Otherwise, stories bring themselves to a stalemate. Otherwise, stories bring themselves to lack character and connection to the reader. 

Meanwhile, in I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio (a musician!au Soukoku fic) works with incredible storytelling design, using a past and present narrative as well as work with the characters' feelings and journeys with the description of music and their lyrics. Good fanfiction, here, uses positively impacting narrative tools to develop a good, tightly done story. In the fic, the development of falling in love, betrayal, heartbreak, and healing are explored. The way the characters connect, disconnect, and reconnect is just amazing. And the way that connection or lack thereof is explored works well with the narrative style of story. Two POVs, each having two time spaces. These POVs worked around the release date of Corruption, the fictional song the two main characters created together in the fic. The interaction between time settings allowed to further explore the characters’ memories and experiences wholly. It was a better choice than to write linearly. Much more entertaining as well. This is good fanfiction, using the narrative to explore and enrich once again the story. 

Finally, there’s the greatest, most important aspect for a good fic. A great story. I wanted to highlight my first auditive fanfic in my life, and the only author I’ve been so unquestionably loyal to since I first heard her story: Mira Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction on YouTube has forever been feeding me with rich stories, great jokes, and heartbreaking tears. What A Catch works as a creative outlet of all the powerful characters and their archetypes, and applies both a challenging reframe of a character and great narrative control. The story begins with all the main characters of the series as adults, in a wedding, unaware of the twisted memories that Hawkmoth has influenced. The story develops and explores something further than the previous two discussed factors. Before getting to that though, I want to clear up, I love romance fanfiction. It’s what I read 99.9% of the time. But I also enjoy stories that further the relationship not just with internal plot devices. The story of Marinette and Adrien is a long one, especially in the real world when the show’s been airing since 2015. However, there’s a magic in exploring something outside situations while adapting the narrative to continue the story already explored. Developing mayhem, confusion, stakes, as well as creating character growth within the flaws and victories that come with the challenges set in a fanfiction is important. Essential. Otherwise, fanfics turn into retellings, lightly chipping away the power of a story and beginning to re-make something already done. Archetypes are tools to work on choices, wants, and needs of a plot device. Characters breathe and feel with their own choices, wants, and needs along said plot. And stories? They make characters and feelings and experiences simply real.

In conclusion, what makes good fanfiction? In my humble opinion, it brings the following things. As expressed previously, first of all comes the challenging reframing of a character where depth is furthered or a new role is given. Consequently, the character keeps its original charm and familiarity while still developing a growth within the story and itself. Secondly, there’s the usage of palpable narrative control. Using narrative and literary devices to explore a story creates a better execution to the plot and the whole experience of the tale being told. Additionally, I’d like to plug in here that this requires good grammar and developed vocabulary (this doesn’t mean you need to be wordy or overwhelmingly poetic, just enjoyably readable). Thirdly, there’s the banger. The true reason stories can be done over and over again: they’re not being done over and over again. A good fanfic tells something new, explores something better, explains something different. A good fanfic has originality in its fundamental magic. For something to genuinely work as a banger in my book, you have to tell something I haven’t heard before. Something that will capture the reader. You can read a hundred coffee shop AUs, but did all of them make you feel the same, did all of them make you taste the need for more? Probably not. Because some of them will have something more than the fundamental establishment of the AU. Because there’s something new under the surface of the plot. I’ve listed three very different fanfics. One was clearly driven in canon spaces, another in a completely alternative universe, and the final one works after the culmination of the work explored in the original material. Fanfiction is endless, and it’s powerful. People may spit on its masterpieces, but we know its beauty. And it is as dashing as the sun, it is as changing as the ocean, and it is perfectly fitting of the puzzle that we’ve created for our comfort, our mind, and our heart.

Thank you for reading this far! 

Happy reading <3 PS: This was the Spideypool fanfic in case anyone was interested

[david3096]

If it's raining

My second Parksborn fic is here! This one is inspired on @moxielynx amazing art that you can see here

Here's a little preview, you can read the whole fic on AO3

“You know what the worst part of all this is?” Peter mutters with some weariness but delight. Right now, he's sitting and leaning against the trunk of an old tree, while Harry rests his head between Peter's legs. “I'm not even worried that we missed school.” He starts stroking his boyfriend's hair and they smile at each other.

“Okay, you need to get away from me.” Harry teases. “I'm starting to think our teachers are right, I'm a bad influence.”

“Oh come on, you say that like I'm way too innocent.” Harry tilts his head slightly, it's all he needs to know what his boyfriend truly thinks. “Besides, it's not like you're completely a cool guy, you're also a nerd.”

“But I’m a slightly cooler nerd than you.” Harry teases him and then grabs his hand. “You know I'm only joking, right?” Peter is slightly short of breath, butterflies appear in his stomach, his lips tingle.

It's not the first time it's happened to him, since almost two months ago he started to feel these symptoms. The first time he thought he was about to get a cold, the second time, that he would have a new power, the third time he realized that the cause of this was always Harry. Now that he has lost count of the number of times he has had these symptoms, he knows it's love.

“I know, but that doesn't stop me from being offended.” He says, instead of the words he feels in his throat. He's sure if he let those three little words slip out he could ruin everything.

“I'm sorry, I really am.” There is honesty in Harry's voice and face. “You're handsome and the coolest guy in the world.”

“Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?”

“Who, me?” Harry uses the most sarcastic tone he's ever heard him use. “Let's change the subject, what does May think we're doing?”

“She thinks we're at MJ's house finishing the science project.”

“The one we finished last week?”

“Yeah, that one.” He keeps running his hands gently over his boyfriend's hair, the urge to tell him he loves him starting to subside, just a little. “I also asked MJ to cover for us.”

“How much is it going to cost you?”

“Free math tutoring for the rest of the year.”

“Tutoring? MJ is nerdier than you, I would have asked to have my homework done.”

“It's nice to find someone who wants to learn too.”

“Nerd.”

They are silent for a few seconds. It's unbelievable, but he feels the urge build a little after this interaction, even if he was making fun of him.

He looks up at the sky, it's about to get dark. He wonders how he has been able to hold back these words for so long. On so many occasions, after so many days together, so many evenings, after so many times that...

“Aren't you going to ask me what I told my father?”

“Did you lie to him? I thought he would have a busy day of meetings today.”

“That's right, but what fun would it be without a little lie?”

“Okay, Osborn, what does your father think we're doing?”

“We're at the chess club.”

“Harry, there is no chess club anymore, not since someone stole all the chess boards from the school.”

“Still don't know who did it?” Peter shakes his head. “Well, Dad doesn't know that anyway.”

They laugh and fall silent again.

It's as if time stands still. Peter can feel peace, tranquility... love. All coming together in this moment, with his fingers untangling his boyfriend's hair.

He takes a deep breath, it's been a difficult month for both of them.

Peter was too busy being Spider-Man, first it was Rhino, then Electro, finally Mysterio. Even with Yuri's help it was all too difficult.

Harry for his part had to attend several Oscorp meetings. Some with workers, others with unbearable millionaires who do not know what to do with their money and want to spend it on the first thing they come across.

They had the idea on Monday of that week. They hadn't been able to see each other for more than three minutes for four days and neither of them could remember the last time they kissed. So, while eating lunch, they planned to skip school.

Early that day, the two met at a cafeteria away from school and places May or Norman might frequent. They had hot cakes for breakfast, laughed a lot, the nice waitress didn't ask them awkward questions or tell them they should be at school.

Then they wandered around town, as if they were tourists, walked and walked and talked and laughed. At lunchtime they decided to go to the park they always visited when they were kids, the one near May's house. They ate hot dogs and sat under the shade of the tree. They haven't moved since.

“What's on your mind, Peanut?”

“I still don't approve of that nickname.” He warns him, but his boyfriend just laughs.

“Oh come on, it's perfect for you.” Harry grins gently. “What's on your mind?” He repeats, softly. “You seem kind of absent.”

“I'm thinking about you.” Peter replies with honesty. “About how it was a good idea to skip school, about how cute you look now...” And how much I love you.

“Now I feel bad, I was thinking it would be nice to buy pizza for dinner.” Peter can't help but laugh. He leans over to give him a little kiss on the lips. “Sometimes it amazes me how romantic you can be. I like you.”

“And I like you.” Harry laughs. It's clear that this is the way things should be, that they've only been dating for six months and that no matter how many years they've been friends, romantic relationships should take a different, slower pace, right?

“I dislike you, if I'm really honest.” Harry replies sarcastically. “Seriously, I like you too.”

He sighs, wanting to keep his mind off his feelings for a while.

“Do you want to do something?”

“Like what?”

“I don't know, I was hoping you'd come up with something.”

“We could make out behind that bush.”

“Or we could go to your place instead.”

“Parker!” Harry feigns surprise. “You're such a horny boy.”

“You suggested the idea of making out!” He tries to defend himself, the blush already on his face.

“I know.”Harry says nonchalantly. “But I don't know what time Dad will be home. I don't think we'll have time to do it... all.”

“Then we'll have to settle for playing some game.”

“A sport? I don't want to move, nugget.”

“I didn't approve of that nickname either.” He laughs. “But I was thinking of something quieter, something to keep us here.”

“Like what?”

“Twenty questions?”

“After playing it five times today, I think it's kind of boring.” Harry straightens up slowly. He arranges his hair and puts on his blue cap. Then he leans back against the log next to Peter. “We could ask each other questions.”

“Like truth or dare?”

“I was thinking more like truth or truth.” Harry looks around, the park is pretty empty for a Friday. “I mean, just ask each other questions. About anything.”

“Oh, okay, sounds like fun.” Peter pulls their bodies a little closer together, takes Harry by the hand. “Do you think we should make some rules or something?”

“I don't think they're necessary.”

“All right, then start.”

“Me? Why me?”

“It was your idea, Osborn.”

“But the youngest should start, Parker.”

“You're only two months older.”

“You're still the youngest.”

“Then let the best-looking one should start.” Peter smiles and gives him a little shove on the shoulder. “It's your turn, then.”

“Are you out of your mind? Either you need to buy other mirrors or those glasses need a check-up, Parker, the best looking one is you.” Harry shoves him back, he doesn't seem to be lying or trying to get out of the situation.

“Of course I'm not.” He moves his face closer to his boyfriend's, looks at his eyes, his nose, then his lips. They are so close together that he could almost kiss him, but he does not. “If I were, I wouldn't have even considered going out with you.”

“Hey, that was mean.” But still his boyfriend lets out a little laugh.

“That's how cute I think you are, to turn me into a horrible, vicious being.” Peter fakes a ghoulish voice, trying to sound like a monster.

“More like you're cute and clueless.” Harry kisses him on the cheek. “That's why I like you.”

“Okay, then I'll use that against you.” He smiles, tries to make a cute, tender face. “You start Harry, please.”

“Ugh, I hate that it worked.” They both laugh again, maybe it's absurd and MJ has told them they are so cute and romantic that sometimes it gets tiring and a little bit gross, but he doesn't care. “Okay, I'll start.”Harry sounds a little frustrated but rests his head on Peter's shoulder and it calms him down.

Neither says anything for about two minutes, they look around, there are kids playing on the swings in front of them, others playing ball, a couple walking their dogs, it's an almost quiet night.

“Okay.” Harry lifts his head and intertwines his fingers with Peter's. “Would you rather vacation at the beach or in the woods?”

[kitausuret]

harryflash

Hehe.. hehehe.... If you guys thought I shipped parksborn, you ain't seen nothin' yet. This is a ship involving Flash Thompson. So yeah, I ship it. You know I ship it. You KNOOOOOOW.

(Webspinners #3... "Flashster".)

What made you ship it?

Honestly, it was an old fic by @amaronith that had literally like, one mention of HarryFlash, but that's all I needed. Ama is one of my most trusted Spidey writers, and while it wasn't for years more than I would start shipping them in earnest, she kind of planted the seed.

Hilariously, similar to my thoughts on Parksborn, it was an early issue of ASM that made me really love the idea of them - Flash throwing himself (stupidly) at Kraven to try and protect Harry is just so funny and endearing. I love him. He's DUMB.

(Amazing Spider-Man #47, Lee & Romita... you guys have no idea how much I want to own this issue.)

I think also though I'm really intrigued by the idea of HarryFlash because Harry is soooooo different from literally everyone else I ship Flash with. BUT. The more and more I read, the more I'm just like "well I guess Harry is just the exception because he's just that special and amazing and lovable".

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I'm not gonna lie - there's a lot of hints throughout the text about Harry having had a crush on Flash in early college and maybe even high school. And I think it's adorable.

(Amazing Spider-Man (2015) #13.. thanks, @hellomystraightlacedfriend ! Hilariously, this is both a Parksborn and a HarryFlash moment. I really couldn't lose with this stupid joke.)

There's also THIS silly moment from Untold Tales #4 which is like... Harry. Mr. Osborn. How would YOU be able recognize at a glance a football star from another school. Boy you are not that into sports. Are you on Flash's MySpace. Are you?

Anyways I know that's a stretch but I just think it would be funny.

Flash being weirdly jealous of Peter is also like. A LOT. (Panels below from Spider-Man Blue.)

And of course there's the GOOD stuff like the roommates era!!! I love Harry and Flash roommates.

They're so funny and Flash was trying so hard to be supportive... right before Liz snatched Harry up lmaoooo

(that's okay, I low-key ship Harry/Liz/Flash. Maybe not so low-key. You guys know me, I don't ship anything halfway. I mean... the "Flash is their third" vibes are STRONG here:

Okay I am getting carried away with these panels and too lazy to properly label all the issues they come from SO. Overall I just think they're really cute and they have so much history, and such a long, long, LONG friendship. And Flash clearly adores Harry. There's nothing Flash wouldn't do for him.

Even when he's at death's door, Flash is there to save his friend. If that's not love, what is? (ASM #800 below)

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think this ship is popular enough for any of my opinions to be unpopular. I'm sure there are plenty of people who don't understand where this ship is even coming from, because it's not hardly hinted at in almost any adaptation. But like all my ships, I would never want to see HarryFlash exist in a vacuum. I still would want all their other canon relationships to have happened, particularly for Harry, because his family is really important to me. Similar to how I feel about Parksborn, the journey of their relationship is critical in my eyes.

I also have not one but two Flash/Venom Symbiote/Harry WIPs right now so.. like.. LOL. I'm pretty sure that's not popular at all. Fortunately, I don't care that much what people think about my ships.

"Why Harry?" There was no malice or exasperation in the symbiote's question; just genuine curiosity. It rarely, if ever, objected to Flash's choice of partners, and certainly had access to the full array of his memories about them. But sometimes it did seek clarification, and Flash was happy to provide.  "What do you mean?" he asked aloud as he carefully dusted a shelf. On it sat a small, nondescript box, a Spider-Man lapel pin, and a couple framed photos. "Why did I ask Harry out on a date?"  "He is… very different from your usual choice of partners." "So are you, pal."

Flash is very silly. 💖

[thompsborn]

going to make a list of my reactions under the cut because i want to. do not press read more unless you want to see spoilers for the end of the main storyline in the game!!

“it’s you and me harry, just like we always wanted” the fact that that’s an actual line is driving me insane and i’m already about to cry and nothing has happened to make me cry yet

if harry dies i’m jumping off a bridge btw

wait how is this going to work?? bc peter is luring harry/venom away and miles is staying to clear the symbiotes and mj is going in to get the meteorite WHO AM I GONNA PLAY AS IS IT GONNA SWITCH BETWEEN ALL THREE ??

OK STARTING WITH MJ GOT IT

mj with a gun is always a win in my book tbh

“just a normal rock…. that can also end the world” that’s the spirit mj u GOT THIS

MJ AGAINST A FUCKING SYMBIOTE BEHEMTOH ARE U KIDDING

help i already died and its been 2 seconds

IM SO SCARED I KEEP PAUSING LMAO

I DID IT AND ONLY FIED ONCE

ok back to venomharry and peter oh god im so afraid i am So afraid

have not died as peter yet but i am pausing because im SAD

ok anyways time to keep going

nvm i died so i paused again to eat some chili and try not to cry bc i am so SCARED that harry is going to DIE i cant handle that !!! i am afraid

but i am finishing this game tonight 100% no matter what so once i finish my chili we’re trucking on no matter the potential heartbreak

i died again

YO WHAT THE THCK

fuckigngnd WINGS??? VENOM HAS WINGS NOW ??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

THATS TUCKING INSANE LOOKING AND SO COOL BUT ALSO TERRIFYING WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT FUCK IS HAPPENING

ok sorry i forgot to do this but MILES AGAINST VENOM HARRY WAS INSANE and now peter and mj are back and hARRU CAN SEE HIM AND I IMMEDIATELY WANTED TO SOB SO I PAUSED AGAIN TO TRY AND MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF FUCKING HELL IH GOD

NOO NOT HARRY BEEAKING THROUGH AND TRYING TO ASK VENOM TO LEAVE OETER ALONE OH MY GOD I CANT DO THIS

“FIGHT HARRY FIGHT” “I CANT IM DONE YOU HAVE TO—“ HAROLD OSBORN IF UOU GIVE UP IM GOING TO RIP THE UNIVERSE IN HALF WORH MY BARE FUCKGIN HANDS DONT YOU FUCKGJNG DARE

ok hi i paused again because the fuckgin raw pained desperation in peter’s voice while screaming “HARRY PLEASE” i i i icannot i cannot

“lets heal the world pete together” im gonna scream im in tears i cant do this guys

HEY NO

NO!!! NO!!!! NO PETER JUST SAID I LOVE YOU AND IF THIS IS A GOODBYE I LOVE YOU THEN IM GOING TO ACTUALLY COMMIT A FELONY

HARRY JUST SMILED AND DIDNT SAY IT BACK AND THEN BIOM?? BOOM??? METEORITE BOOM??? IS HARRY OSBORN STILL ALIVE

NO FUCK

MILES SAVE HIM PELASE

PLEASE

MILES PLEASE MILES MILES MILES

OH MY GOD IM SOBBING I FUCKGIFN SOBBING HARRYS ALOVE MILES SAVED HIM HARRY OSBORN IS ALIVE

deadass i have Many Tears On My Face

miles helping peter carry harry to the ambulance bc peter is so fucking hurt and weak i cant

this game is so fucking good

UH FUCK YOU NORMAN FOR YELLING AT PETER “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM” SAVED HIM YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

wait no harry’s in a coma now ??? TRACES OF BRAIN ACTIVITY??? oh hod oh jesus christ

is this how norman’s gonna green goblin himself is he gonna blame spidey while trying to find another cure for harry

THE G-SERUM OH FUCKING CALLED IT

mj !!!! MJ!!!!!!!! THE NEW NORMAL!!! YES BITCH FUCK YES FUCK YEAH MJ FUCK YEAH

omg rio hailey ganke miles peter and mj all at may’s house i i. i. AND PETER DONATING STUFF FROM MAYS HOUSE AND

ok but what about miles’ essay

OH MY GOD NO PETER W THE EMILY-MAY FOUNDATION SET UP IN THE GARAGE IM

i have been nonstop crying for literally actually 15 minutes

HUH???? peter talk to miles abotu what ??

GO BE PETER PARKER FOR AWHILE

the hug ))):

WAIT SO IS PETER TAKING A STEP BACK FROM SPIDER-MAN THEN ???? LIKE IS HE FULLY RETIRING OR JJST TAKING A BREAK??

there has to be more

NOOOO WHAT THATS THE END???

there’s gotta be an end credit scene with that god damn g-serum

WAIT OKAY WHILE THE CREDITS PLAY HERES MY THEORIES FOR THE NEXT (assumedly) GAME:

another couple years timeskip, right? norman has been trying to perfect this g-serum for harry and bc they’re related he has to test it on himself or volunteers bc their relation means testing it on himself will give the best results or some shit like that, and it goblin-ifies him. he blames spider-man for not properly saving harry and green goblin goes after spidey as a result. at this point peter has not done any spidey-ing around since the end of this second game other than consulation stuff with miles to help miles out. miles has been working as new york’s only spider-man. peter has grown emily-may maybe not to a perfected degree but it’s successful and he’s making a living trying to better the world in the ways he always dreamed about with harry prior to the spider bite. on the side he’s been trying to put together his own cure for harry. maybe norman uses the g-serum on harry as well or maybe he doesnt but either way the green goblin(s?) become such an issue that peter has to put the suit back on for the first time in forever to 1. help miles 2. save the city 3. stop norman and 4. hopefully use his own cure to save harry

OK CREDITS ARE OVER

END CREDIT SCENE I KNEW IT WHATS HAPPENING

lol watch the end credit scene completely destroy my theory already

OTTO ??? THE DOC OF OCK????

NORMAN IS ASKING OTTO WHO THE SPIDER MEN ARE

“they ruined my son” NO THEY DIDNT YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PUT THE FUCKING SYMBIOTE TO USE IN THE FIRST PLACE

“GOOD” DAMN OTTO HOLY FUCK

“what are you writing” “the final chapter” HUH???? oh god no is this gonna lead to another sinister six but with norman oh jesus christ

THAT WAS SO GOOD THIUGH OH NY GOD

ANOTHER SCENE !!! MILES

OH FUCK THATS RIGHT

WHO IS RIO DATING WHO IS IT IS THE GAME GONNA TELL US

Awww hi hailey!! i love her sm

HIS ESSAY!!!

i love them im gonna cry

AWWW BABIES SMOOCHING I LOVE THEM

DOOR KNOCK ????

WHO IS THE GUY

ALBERT ??

DAUGHTER CINDY????????

LIKE CINDY MOON???

idk much about cindy moon to be fair i need to do some research into the comics and start reading more of them BUT LIKE ?? IS IT CINDY MOON?? IT HAS TO BE RIGHT???

holy shit. ok.

im done now and i’ve done basically all of the side quests but im gonna try to platinum the game before going to be but its 8:45 and i wake up at 4:30 so we’ll seeee lmao

ruh roh

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The Beginning (1)

Parings: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader (eventually)

Warning: Death? Implied at least

Word count: 1301

Notes: This story starts during the final fight in TASM2... Im in a mood to write sad stuff and I think the events proceeding the final fight would be sad. idk, i hope you guys like it.. its basically just the movie with like two changes LOL. Anyways, i am very open to constructive criticism. This will be my first fanfic omg. exciting. I love anyone who takes the time to read this! enjoy :) x 

“Electro is down!” You shout as you stare at the blue man beneath you, the energy dampening collar is wrapped around him. He lets out a sigh as he realizes he can't do anything more. You walk towards Peter. "Good alright. Get Gwen to the airport before she misses her flight." Peter says. Gwen leaves the building and begins to make her way towards you guys. "Y/N will take you to the airport. I’ll be swinging close behind. I just need to take a moment to sit down" He says crouching over. 

You begin to rub his back just as the sound of laughter is heard above you. “Spiderman!” The figure over your heads yells. He lowers himself blocking Gwen's path. You get a good look at him and gasp as you recognize who it was. Harry Osborn, but not the same Harry you remembered. "Look what we have here" He smiled and looked between you and Spiderman.

 His once fair skin now had a green tint, his face covered with scars, and his teeth were stained black and yellow. He turned and looked at Gwen before returning his attention back to you two. “Peter.” He said smiling. Peter instinctively stood between you and Harry. “What happened to you Harry?” He asked.  

“I told you I was dying Peter. I came to you for help. To spider-man. Only to now find out that when Spiderman said no, it was really YOU saying no.” He said angrily. 

“Harry, it wasn’t— it isn’t  safe, I was trying to protect you! I don't know what reaction you could have to my blood.” Peter says.

You and Gwen share a quick glance, you motion for her to get back in the building. She begins to slowly back away. “I was already dying Peter! I just wanted a chance. You were my last chance and you just left me.” Harry yelled.

“Anyways, I found someone who was willing to help me. Now I feel more alive than ever. You don’t deserve the power you have, you say Spider-man is here to give people hope, but you don’t give hope. You take it away.” Harry glances over his shoulder looking at Gwen before looking back at Peter. “I came here to kill Spider-man, but I think I’ll just kill his hope instead.” Harry turns and glides towards Gwen before grabbing her and flying away. 

“Gwen!” Both you and Peter yell. Peter begins to swing after her. “Y/n leave!” You hesitate for a moment considering your options, you decide to stay. If you were in Gwen's position she would never leave you, so you wouldn't dare abandon her. You get in your car and drive after them. They stopped at the top of the clock tower. 

As you exit the car, you begin to make your way inside. It is dark and quiet within the building. You pull your phone out to shine the flashlight and look for stairs leading to the top. Lucky for you, the stairs were just to your right. You begin to make your way up in hopes that they hadn’t moved. 

Muffled shouts above you alerted you that they were still on top of the building. As you continued running up the stairs, you heard a crash and screams.  You glanced up to see Gwen dangling from a pipe and Peter fighting Harry. “GWEN!” You yell, she looks down at you. “I'm coming, hold on!" You shout. "I don't really have a choice!" She responds. Peter looks downs "Y/N?" You keep running up the stairs as you hear Harry's voice. 

"It seems that you love putting your loved ones in danger Peter." He says. A punch lands. You finally make it to the top and catch your breath. Gwen is still hanging, but she isn't far away. You reach out to her, “grab my arm and I'll pull you in.” You two stare at each other before she looks down. "I'm not sure if I like that idea. Y/N." She says. "Trust me, I've got you." You say. 

You grab the railing with one hand and reach for Gwen with the other. She hesitates for a moment before letting out a breath. She swings towards you. The pipe squeaks with every swing. 

"Come on, I don't think that pipe will last long." You say, keeping your arm extended. Just as she grabbed your arm, your luck ran out, the pipe she was hanging on snapped, and since she was holding you the force of her falling caused the railing you were leaned over to also snap, and you also fell forward.

“No!” You yell. This catches Peter’s attention. You feel a sharp tug. You look up to see your hand webbed and Peter grasping the other end. Just as he begins to reel you two in Harry attacks from behind, causing both of you to jerk and Gwen's arm to slip a little from your grasp. Oh God. 

“Y/N, I am slipping!” Gwen says. “Okay, okay. Uhhhh” you say as you look around for a solution. “Okay, you won't like this, but let's do this.” you say. “Start swinging and try to get to the staircase.” Gwen looks at you. “We already tried that! That’s how we ended up like this in the first place!” She yells. “Gwen! Either this web snaps or you slip. Try again. Please." You stared at each other for a moment before she nodded her head. 

You both started to sway slowly in an attempt to build momentum. Gwen swings her feet closer and closer to the edge, but her grip becomes looser and looser with each swing. "Gwen, please hurry. I don't think I can hold on any longer."

You complain to her as you struggle to dangle more than 200 pounds on one arm,"I'm trying." She replies. You look up in horror as the web Peter was holding inches closer to clock wheels. “I think you should try a little faster.” You say. 

Gwen looks up and sees what you see and continues to swing. “I got it!” she says after a few more attempts. You look down and see Gwen has her toe on the ledge and is inching her feet onto it. 

Looking up and watching as the wheel turned again, it was on the final turn before the web would snap. In order to stop it from turning, Peter placed his foot between the wheels. You look down at Gwen and she’s trying to get her other foot on the ledge. Your arm feels like it's on fire. 

You look back up and for the first time in your life, you weren’t so sure Peter would be able to save you. He was struggling to hold you two, fight Harry, and prevent the clock tower from snapping the web. 

He tries to choke Harry in order to save you both as quickly as possible, but he is at a stalemate. Peter's struggles end when the wheels snap and smash together, causing the web to break. Due to the wheels colliding together, Harry is thrown to the side. It seems as if the next few moments unfold in slow motion. 

As the web snapped, you both fall. You gasp as you start to feel the wind. Peter shoots out a web towards you guys as he leaps from the top. 

Peter reaches out his other arm to catch something that can protect you all from falling as the web catches your arm. 

He manages to catch a pipe, but the force of his stopping causes you to stop abruptly, and your grip on Gwen breaks. You let out a scream. 

You can’t tell what happens next. In your memory, all you saw was Gwen fall, while Peter jumped over you to try to catch her.

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Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 7: Itsy Bitsy Spider

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Warning: spoiler of Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness

'Where r u?' I decide to text Pete since I'd waited for him for 30 minutes

Lately, Tony was working so hard, not about technologies, but about matchmaking me. He tried to set me up with Franklin Richards, Harry Osborn, and Kate Bishop just to make me forget about Bucky. This week it is Peter Parker's queue. Tony didn't set me up with Pete but Pete asked me himself, so that is why I'm waiting for him in front of his dorm at Empire State University.

'I'm coming' Pete finally texts me back

5 minutes later

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I had to help my professor recalculate the equation, and then we forgot to add more variation so we had to recalculate it again but then we realized that we actually did it right in the first place so we had to go back to the same equation" He tells while he's panting

"Oh that sucks" My brain just went blank since he said the first 'equation' so I just pretend to enjoy his conversation

"So I'm thinking we should go to the planetarium after the movie, what do you think?" He asks nervously

"Yeah whatever" I just really want this day to end

"OK, let's go, um, where is Happy's parking anyway?"

"Just follow m-" Before I can finish my sentence, there is a glowing portal that appears in front of me.

"Hi I'm Doctor Stephen Strange, are you Y/N?" He asks me

"Yeah, and what do you want from me?"

"I just got back from the dark dimension, and Wong told me everything about you"

Oh, I totally forgot about that.

"You have to go with me" He tells me and starts to create a portal

"Hey sir, she has a date with me" Pete tries to intervene

"I'm sorry Pete, but I think it's important" I don't know if it's important or not but I'm surely not in the mood for a date tonight

Yeah. Instead of going on the 4th date of the week, I decided to jump into a portal with a total stranger.

The portal opens to an old library somewhere.

"I guess this is Kamar-Taj"

"Yes. And you must tell me about yourself so I could try to find a way to send you back" Stephen wastes no time and cuts to the chase

"Woah woah, we just met and the first thing you try to do is get rid of me?"

"Yes" He answers with an emotionless face

"Ok, first of all, I don't have any interdimensional diseases, I'm just stronger, faster, and just can heal myself"

"How long have you been here?"

"About 2 months""Wait, did you just spend 2 months in the dark dimension?" I just realize that

"Yes and it didn't feel that long, dark dimension doesn't have time"

"So you just went there just to be with Clea?" I tease him

"What? NO! Why would I want to be near that creature?"

"I thought you and her are a thing"

"Nope and never. She is Faltine and she rules the dark dimension"

"Oh. My bad. Where I'm from you guys are a couple"

"Oh. So what am I like in your universe?"

"You're hot, I mean hot mess, like you just used the darkhold and caused an incursion"

"Yuck that Stephen must be super reckless"

"It's just a bad writing, I guess"

"What do you mean?" He asks curiously

"Like you're just a character in movies and comics"

"So there is no magic in your universe? But how did you get here?"

"That is what I'm trying to find out"

"Ok. Let's try this"

He then pulls one of my hair and tries to create a portal with it.

"Nope it's not working" He shakes his head as there is no portal coming out of my hair

"Yeah. Even America Chavez couldn't find my universe"

"As a sorcerer supreme, I am sorry to tell you that this is out of my hands"

"It's ok, I'm kinda getting used to it now"

"Let's get you home"

"NO!"

"What do you mean NO?"

"Please. If I go back now, I have to go on a boring date, do you have any place to go or any mission to do? I can tag along, I won't be your burden just don't let me go back on a date"

"Actually I do have a mission"

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We're back in New York. At some random street. People are running away from an alley.

"My friend there needs some help, you stay here ok?"

"Ok" Actually I have no intention to stay still. So after Doctor Strange flies away from me, I run to that alley. (And yes, I reach there before him) There is a giant web and a giant spider-person. He is trying to attack Ghost Rider.

"I said stay there" Stephen finally reaches the alley and sees me

"That is Spider-X" I tell him

"How did you kno- anyways what should we do?"

"We need electrical energy so we can explode him"

"Do we really have to kill him?"

"That is the only way" Or in this case, that is the only solution that I read from Midnights Sons Unlimited Issue 3

"Ok fine"

"Oh we should tell all your friends to retreat"

"Ok"

Then Doctor Strange creates a portal to teleport Ghost Rider and John Blaze. After that, he creates a portal above Spider-X and drops a big electric generator on it. And bam! It explodes and kills that thing.

"That was convenient" John Blaze turns to talk to Stephen

"Thanks to you. I almost run out of ideas. That thing somehow managed to flee from my penance stare" Ghost Rider admits and thanks Stephen

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After Ghost Rider and John Blaze went home. Stephen decided to take me home (in this case, Stark Tower).

"That was amazing, thanks by the way" He says

"You're welcome" I smile back at him

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME AGAIN?!" Tony shouts

"Did you just ditch Pete to go out with another middle age man?" Tony still mads

"Hi dad" I smile apologetically at Tony as I remember that I forgot to text him

"Hi Tony" Stephen says "Your daughter really help me with the team today, she is really smart"

"You went on a mission?!" Apparently, that makes Tony even madder

"Yeah dad, but everything's fine"

"I gotta go now" Stephen clearly flees from the situation

"Did you hurt? What happened?" Tony seems to calm down after Stephen left "See? This is why I made you a suit"

"Nothing happened to me Tony, I finally use my comics knowledge to help people"

"That's great but next time just don't ditch Pete, that boy was devastated enough already"

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The Future Avengers Harry Osborn Post

for you @probablynotkat because you requested it

I will preface this by saying that this is my Personal Opinion of what I'd wanna see from an actual FA Harry Osborn arc. I'm not trying to go for comic accuracy here, this probably isn't super comic accurate at all, but I am someone who likes seeing marvel media do new things with its characters.

My vision of FA Harry is that instead of avenging Norman, his arc revolves around his belief that the Avengers are shit heroes that need to be done away with, but unlike Norman, who wanted to outlaw them just cause chaos, Harry genuinely believes all they do is cause problems. And from his perspective, he has valid reason to believe this. There is a literal worldwide broadcast in which a guy from the moon says he's gonna destroy Earth and its all the Avengers' fault, I sincerely doubt Harry has any of the context for that. I also do this because we Sort Of already got evil guy trying to avenge his evil father in this show. It lasted one episode, but even so, I feel like Harry’s arc being about avenging Norman would feel like a repeat of that.

I think Harry is also being fueled by a lot of anger towards his life here. I've always imagined him being like barely 18 when Norman got arrested, forced to drop out of school to take over Oscorp, and is now just really unhappy. He hates Norman not only for who he was and how awful of a parent he was, but for the fact that Norman leaving his life made things worse. It pisses him off. He hates knowing Norman was right that he'd always need him.

I mentioned this in the tags of another post, but Bruno is the main guy who would be trying to help him alongside Peter here. The Avengers aren't Awful in this show don't get me wrong but there's many things they don't handle well. ie. Pulling up on a 13 year old boy fully armed and ready to go just cause they Think he was behind all the kaiju attacks, without even letting Makoto talk to him. ie. Tony genuinely seriously considering letting the government imprison the inhumansjusy to avoid trouble. ie. Tony genuinely seriously considering letting the government ARREST KAMALA to 'make a statement.' Tony kind of sucks in this show. Anyway. I could see him and some of the other Avengers being like well this is just like the other kid who was trying to avenge his dad whose name I cannot remember. He's probably just like Norman. Just, not really putting much thought into yknow. And then you have Bruno who is more just confused. Him not being present for the green goblin bullshit really helps here because he doesn't see a guy being as bad a his father, he sees a guy who is genuinely hurting after his life has gone to shit. He gets it because he knows what it's like to be in pain like that and have no one to turn to about it. I think once Harry is revealed to be [insert villain name here because he is Not calling himself any sort of goblin], Bruno and Peter are the main driving forces to help Harry towards a redemption arc. This would also help the Avengers realize that yeah, they do kinda need to do better. Harry may not know everything about what the Avengers have had to go through throughout the show but he has some good points nonetheless.

Another thing I've thought about is Harry getting on Tony's case for letting the Future Avengers exist at all. Considering they are. Children. In his eyes, someone younger than him should Not be fighting literal wars for Earth. And it's a complicated topic because 1. The kids had Literally nowhere else to go 2. They are the ones who chose this life. Tony was actively against the idea of letting them join the team. It could lead to a brief arc of the kids wondering if they chose to keep fighting because it was right, or if it's just what they were used to, because they were raised as child soldiers. I think at the end of things, though, Harry would come to realize that regardless of what he feels is right, this was their choice, no one else's, and he needs to respect it

Overall Harry is just trying to do what he feels is right, but he's also very troubled and sort of just needs help. Do I see this being something that would actually happen in a hypothetical future season? It depends, MFA can be very hit or miss with its storylines, and as likely as it is for Harry to be larger villain, it's just as likely for him to be a one off character that either never shows up again, or gets brief cameos like Peter or Kei. Really just depends on how the writers decide to approach and how he'd fit into the season as a whole. Anyway, thank you for coming to my rant

[the-yandere-cryptid]

it's so great to see you back! i've missed your writing! (and am living for the stuff you've just posted ^^) Could I make a request for a Doc Ock/trans man reader? Like someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and maybe saw too much 👀

TY for the kind words <3 This one wasn't as NSFT as I wanted to go for initially but if there's interest I have an idea for a continuation >:3c Anyways, enjoy this 1k drabble lol

Otto Octavius:

The simplicity of your job was delightful. You re-directed calls, ran errands, delivered things, made copies, and above all, you asked no questions. Many things at Oscorp were legitimately classified, and you were so blissfully unaware you couldn’t tell what was and what wasn’t, and it didn’t matter. Right now, this label-less briefcase you were carrying up to Harry Osborn’s penthouse? You had no idea what was in it, and you weren’t the least bit curious. You just put on your best smile and opened the door.

“Delivery for Mr…” you froze mid-step, eyes locked on your bosses limp body pinned against the wall. “…Osborn.”

The intruder—the super villain—turned to face you, him and two of his four tentacles. The other two slowly lowered Harry to the ground, depositing him on the floor beside the fireplace. Doctor Octopus in the flesh, and every bit as terrifying as the newspapers made him out to be. You had only met the man once, briefly, while he and Harry were planning the demonstration of his fusion reactor. Now he was nothing like the mild-mannered scientist you had met that day.

“Good thing you showed up,” Dr. Octavius informed you, taking a confident step forward. “I was just telling your boss here that I’d throw him over the balcony if he didn’t get me that precious tritium.”

Your legs began to shake, begging you to turn tail and run. You didn’t like the way he was approaching you, using his actuators to lift his body higher and tower over you. Halfway across the room he extended his human hand towards you, giving an expectant look. “Do the smart thing and hand it over.”

“…Sure,” you eventually nodded, offering up the silver briefcase. It sounded like it was for him anyways, or at the very least he was holding your boss hostage for it. An actuator reached out to grab the case from your hands, and Otto pulled it closer to inspect. While he was distracted with that, you attempted to back out of the room as quietly and nonchalantly as possible, holding your breath all the while. You got out to the hallway without incident, but a second later you heard the tentacles rumbling across the floor and bolted down the carpeted hall.

“No no no no no,” you hissed to yourself, slapping your hand on the elevator button. Thankfully it hadn’t moved since you stepped off and the doors opened immediately. You darted inside and turned to press the “shut door” button, throat constricting when you realized Otto was speeding down the hallway towards you. The doors began to slide closed, but not before the man launched himself forward, slamming into you and smashing you both against the far wall. The intercom chimed, and you were trapped in the elevator with a super villain. He pushed his body off of yours and grabbed your neck with a human hand, keeping you pinned on the wall.

“The briefcase was empty,” he informed you with a scowl. “Where is the tritium?”

Flabbergasted, you grabbed his wrist with both hands and tried to break free. “I-I don’t know, I’m just the delivery guy!”

“Exactly,” Dr. Octavius growled, stepping forward until your noses were almost touching, close enough you could see his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. “Low-level work, probably paid abysmally. The amount of tritium I requested could fetch a pretty penny if it was sold to the right buyer.”

Two of his tentacles slammed against the wall on either side of your head. “So I ask you again: Where is the tritium?”

You shut your eyes and tried to swallow through his heavy-handed grip. You weren’t dying because of Harry’s stupid gambling with a super-villain. If he had sent you with a dud briefcase to waste Dr. Octavius’s time, that was his problem, not yours. “I’m telling you, I don’t have it!”

“Then why did you run?” he asked, tilting his head ever slightly.

“Because you’re scary as f—!” you trailed off, jutting your chin towards the actuator posed threateningly beside you. “Look, you can search me if you want, I swear I don’t have your tritium.”

You let go of his wrist, lifting both your hands up in surrender. He looked you up and down, grumbling for a second before he let you go. Before you could catch your breath his hands were on you again, rifling through your coat pockets. Oh, he’s really going for it.

You worked to keep yourself as calm and non-suspicious as possible, grimacing as Otto searched your pockets, inside your jacket, up and down your legs. His hand glanced over your nethers with little attention, but then you see his eyebrow quirk and he returned with a more purposeful grab. You squeaked and grabbed his wrist. “Uhhh. Please don’t grope my junk, sir.”

“Where…is…?” he trails off, obviously unsure what words to use. You rolled your eyes.

“Why, you trying to hop on?” you scoffed. His lip twitched, and you remembered with a bit of a start that you were still trapped in an elevator with a super-powered criminal. You quickly switched up your tone. “I’m not…uh, working with the same kit you are.”

“Oh.” Otto pulled back his hand and coughed awkwardly. “I apologize for assuming, then.”

“All good, you done with your little pat down?” you questioned. At some point during your conversation the elevator had chugged into motion, meaning someone, somewhere would be standing in front of this elevator door when it opened. You would prefer they not see you getting your junk grabbed by a super villain.

“I suppose,” he grumbled, his actuators finally pulling away from the wall. He looked over his shoulder and pressed the button leading to Harry’s penthouse suite with his knuckles. “I’ll have to go back up and have a word with your boss, then.”

“Please do, and tell him I don’t appreciate him putting me in a position where I’m getting my genitals felt up by villains.” The doors opened, and past Otto’s shoulder you saw a dumbfounded woman carrying a box full of folders. You circled around him and stepped out the elevator, calling out over your shoulder. “But if you wanna do that again on your own time, you give me a call.”

“Achk—I’m SORRY?” The elevator doors shut just in time, and you flashed the stunned woman beside you a resigned “what can you do?” smile.

“Mr. Osborn’s client. Nice guy, kind of handsy.” You watched as she finally let a nervous half-smile break through her shock.

“Kind of handsy,” she repeated, giggling. “’Cause of the extra hands.”

“That is definitely the joke I was going for.”

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Calm Before the Storm

Existence in Real Time - Chapter 11 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s been so long guys I’m the worst 😭 Anyways updates will be quicker now I promise. The next chapter will be the finale and it’s coming very soon! I don’t have an exact date but this month for sure. I just hope you guys are looking forward to this as much as I am, love you guys so much! Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Peter and you must decide what to do next when a warrant is issued for Norman’s arrest

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“Oh yeah, Spiderman was super cool,” Flash smirked as he bragged to the class, “I was right there in the middle of it all, it was crazy.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, “Is he ever gonna shut up about this?”

“Probably not,” MJ frowned, “We’re gonna be hearing this story until we graduate.”

“I can’t believe anyone believes him when the whole fight was caught on video, he wasn’t anywhere near the action,” (y/n) scoffed.

“Well at least when they bug him about it we get left alone,” MJ turned her attention back to her phone.

“Good point,” she sighed as the bell rang, “I’ve got enough to worry about right now.”

“Are you still having trouble sleeping?” MJ frowned as she tossed her backpack over her shoulder.

“My parents have been letting me stay in Peter’s room, which helps, but I think I’ll feel a lot better once Norman is locked up you know?”

“I’m sure you will,” MJ squeezed her shoulder as Peter approached them.

“Ready for lunch?” he smiled, taking (y/n)’s hand in his.

She nodded, “I’m ready for anything that gets me away from Flash, I seriously can’t listen to him for another second.”

Peter laughed and kissed the top of her head, “Yeah if I have to hear that same Spiderman story one more time I think I’m gonna go insane. I mean seriously he’s been telling the same story everyday in every class for the past week.”

“Oh this is nothing,” MJ smirked, “Last year he saw Drake at the airport and he didn’t shut up about it for a month.”

“Oh god,” (y/n) groaned, “I remember that, he kept trying to convince me to get him in contact with him so he could send him a track.”

Peter knit his brow and opened his mouth to ask who Drake was, but stopped when he saw Ned running up the hall towards them.

“Guys did you see the news?!”

MJ laughed, “No, we’ve been in class. What’s the big rush?”

“Look!” he shoved his phone into their faces, “We were watching it in my econ class, they just put out a warrant for Norman Osborn’s arrest.”

“Holy shit…” (y/n) squinted at the screen.

“Breaking news, a warrant has been issued for the arrest of Oscorp CEO, Norman Osborn,” the newscaster spoke, “The details of the warrant haven’t been revealed to the public yet so we can’t say whether or not this is related to the recent arrest of his son, Harry, but that seems to be what most people are speculating. Norman has failed to turn himself over to the police so far, but we’ll keep you updated as details arise.”

“Wow, about time,” MJ pursed her lips, “Hopefully he won’t try to flee or something.”

“He will,” Peter’s eyes were locked on the screen, his whole body stiff, “We should call Tony.”

(y/n) nodded and reached for her phone, “We’ll meet up with you guys in a minute.”

Peter followed (y/n) up the hall as she punched in her dad’s number, anxiously tapping his foot while she nodded and mumbled one word replies. It was obvious the call wasn’t going as she’d hoped, which made Peter worry something had gone terribly wrong. She finally set a hand on his bicep to stop him from pacing.

“Alright, yeah, got it, love you too,” she mumbled before shoving the phone into her pocket with a sigh.

“What did he say?” Peter grabbed her shoulders, his brows wrinkled in concern.

“Yeah, for now,” she sighed, “Look P, they just put the warrant out, for all they know he might just turn himself in. I know you want to be there, but for now we just need to wait.”

“He said it was a really last minute decision because they were worried he was about to flee. So they’re still sorting things out and waiting to see if they hear anything from him. For now he wants us to stay at school, but he said he’ll call us if anything changes.”

“He wants us to stay here?!”

“There’s no way he’ll turn himself in,” Peter scoffed, “If anything this is just gonna give him more reason to run.”

“It’s just a couple hours Peter, I’m sure Norman’s panicking and meeting with his legal team and scrambling to figure out what to do. He’s not gonna run away before the school day is over.”

He took a deep breath and nodded, “Fine, fine, we’ll wait, but if they go after him I’m going too. I want to be there for it.”

“I know,” she squeezed his bicep and pursed her lips, “He’s not gonna get away, we’re gonna stop him.”

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Peter had spent the rest of the school day on edge, bouncing his leg nervously and checking his phone religiously for any updates. Nothing came though, both the news and Tony were silent until he and (y/n) had arrived at home. Tony was waiting for them in the lab, ready to fill them in on what was going on.

“When are you going after him?” Peter demanded.

“Hold your horses,” Tony scolded, “How was school?”

“Dad,” (y/n) groaned.

“If he hasn’t turned himself in by tomorrow we’ll go after him. It won’t be the full Avengers team though, just Natasha, Peter, me, and some Shield agents,” he explained.

Peter went wide eyed, “I’m part of the team?”

Tony nodded, “I figure you’re gonna sneak in either way so I might as well bring you, but you have to listen to us Peter. If it ends up coming down to this it’s going to be dangerous, and we need this to go well. If we want him to stay locked up we have to do this by the books.”

Peter inhaled sharply and nodded, “I’ll listen, I just want to see him pay.”

“You will, but I need to know that I can trust you on this. If you want to help you have to let the professionals handle this.”

“I will,” he insisted, “I know I haven’t been the best at that in the past, but I want to be part of this, I’ll help however you need me too.”

“Alright. You’re going to be with Natasha and I the whole time, we’ll be the ones going after Norman directly. He’ll be heavily guarded, and it’s hard to say what that means. Possibly more genetically modified people like you, weapons no one’s ever seen, it’s hard to say really. If things end up going that way I’ll give you a better breakdown tomorrow. Just remember, you follow my lead, and we’re just there to keep them from fleeing.”

“Got it,” Peter nodded, “I can do this.”

“I know you can, I’m just hoping it won’t come to that,” Tony sighed, “But he hasn't said a word yet, so it seems like things are heading that way.”

“What can I do?” (y/n)’s cheeks flushed as she interjected, “I-I want to help too.”

“You’re not trained for something like this kiddo,” Tony tried to ruffle her hair, laughing when she ducked away, “You can stay on the intercom with Fury though, help him run things.”

“Okay...” she glanced at Peter before slipping her hand into his, “Norman’s gonna get locked up for life right?”

Tony nodded, “We’ll go for life when he’s convicted. If all goes well we won’t ever have to worry about him again.”

“So Peter will be safe?”

“From Norman at least,” Tony confirmed, “Safe doesn’t really come with the superhero gig though bug. But Peter’s part of the family, so we’ll always be there to look out for him.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed and he squeezed (y/n)’s hand in his, “Thanks.”

(y/n) cracked a smile and bit her cheek, “Yeah, thanks dad.”

“Yeah don’t mention it,” Tony sighed, “Why don’t you kids go try and relax for a little while? Put on a movie or something and we’ll get dinner when Pepper gets home.”

Peter and (y/n) headed to Peter’s room hand in hand, still on edge but hoping to relax for at least a little while. Peter couldn’t help but pace while (y/n) pulled up a movie, he had too much  on his mind to sit still. He knew there was no way Norman would go down without a fight.

“Peter come lay down with me,” (y/n) patted the bed beside her, “I know it’s hard not to think about it but we should try to forget all this, at least for a little while.”

“He’s gonna fight it,” Peter sighed, “I know he is, there’s no way he’ll turn himself in.”

She nodded, “I know, but they’ve got eyes on him, if they need to go after him earlier they will, until then we have to just wait. Dwelling on it isn’t good for you.”

He sat down beside her finally and set his hand over hers, “Do you think I’m ready?”

“I know you are, I saw how you handled Harry, you can do this Peter,” she assured him,

“I’m still scared though.”

“I’ll come back safe,” he promised before kissing her forehead, “How could I not when I’ve got you waiting for me?”

She buried her face in his chest, “I love you Peter.”

“I love you too,” he wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair, “I never thought I’d get this sort of chance.”

“I’m glad you get to, he should have to face you.”

He nodded, “I know, I always knew I’d meet him at some point, and I always hoped I’d be free already when I did. I never really thought I’d get all the answers I wanted though, and I definitely never thought I’d be able to hold him accountable for what he did.”

She cracked a smile, “Well you do get to Peter, and we’re going to make sure he never hurts you, or anyone else, ever again. Everyone’s gonna know exactly how evil he is.”

“You know what else I never thought I’d get?”

“What?”

“You.”

Her whole face started to burn, “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he confirmed, “When I was in the bunker I always used to imagine what it’d be like to be in love, to have someone that made me feel the way you do. Now I do and it’s like you’re my whole universe you know?”

She nodded, her bottom lip quivered slightly as she struggled not to get too emotional, “I know what you mean Peter, you’re the center of my whole world.”

“Exactly,” he sighed contently, “And after tomorrow I don’t have to worry about losing that, we can just be normal.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about losing me or my love Peter, no physical boundary is ever gonna change that. Even if something separated us I would still love you, and we would find our way back together, I know we would.”

“Of course we would,” Peter nodded in agreement and kissed her head, “Nothing could ever keep me away from you.”

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Rhiannon || Peter Parker ||

TASM Peter !! X Singer ! Reader !

Peter and his best friend, Harry Osborn decided to go into the studio today because Peter had some hit poem he wrote back in tenth grade, that Harry could turn into a song. This led to seeing you in one of the booths singing the hit song ‘Rhiannon’ that was made by you. What Harry didn’t know was that Peter was such a big fan of yours.

It was a Sunday morning, and you had just entered Osborn’s club. Were you, where normally at on weekends. Through out the week you would go to your day to day job, working at fast food restaurants or your second hand job, CVS. You didn’t really have much money, even though Rhiannon was a big hit. Though, you did like that you were still comfortable with where you were at. Starting up the booth you got for yourself, you turned on the mic and started to do vocal work outs.

That same morning, Harry and Peter were both together at Peter’s apartment building. Harry was roaming through his best friend’s things, bored out of him mind. Peter didn’t mind it though, Harry already knew everything about him. When Harry reached a journal with a music note, his curiosity sunk in. “Hey, Peter what’s this?” He asked. “Uh, honestly just some poems I worked in high school through out the years. They’re kinda bad,” he chuckled.

Ignoring Peter’s last sentence, Harry looked anyways. Some were definitely cheesy, but the one that caught his mind was a poem called ‘Hold Me’. Re-reading the lyrics, his heart started to pump fast. “Dude,” he whispered. “This is a hit, Peter it’s a fucking hit.” He slapped his best friend’s shoulders, his eyes going wide.

“What?” Peter laughed. “What’s a hit?” He asked. “One of your poems- ‘Hold Me’. It’s unfinished, why?” Peter rolled his eyes, “that one’s stupid. Alright? I- look I was just struck on Gwen Stacy while writing that. Obviously things didn’t work out.” He huffed out, Gwen Stacy was the love of his life. Up until she broke up with him and went with another guy that was all about the money.

““Can you understand me? Baby, don’t you hand me a line. Although it doesn’t matter, you and me got plenty of time. There’s nobody in the future, so baby let me hand you my love.” Obviously this isn’t finished, Peter this could turn into a big hit!” Harry yelped, slapping his best friends chest. Peter rolled his eyes, “I am not-” Harry interrupted his friend. “Come on, come on Pete! We have to finish this up! Come to the studio,” knowing his best friend was stubborn, he sighed and got up.

The two drove towards Osborn’s Club, where Peter was met by Harry’s dad. “Hello Mr Osborn,” he smiled. Stanley smiled back at him while he was talking to an upcoming soon to be singer. The two boys went to an empty booth, and sat at the table that was in the center. “Alright.” Said Harry, grabbing notebook paper and taking his phone out. “Obviously, you were deep in love with Gwen and I’m sorry she left you, but this— Peter, I knew love drove you to write this but we have to finish it.” Sighing, Peter nodded.

“Sure. Sure. We can write it, but if anything doesn’t come to mind just know you will not be able-” Peter stopped his sentence, while in the middle of speaking he heard a voice not too far from where he was. “Peter?” Harry questioned, Peter shushed him. “Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night,” your voice echoed through the halls, “and wouldn’t you love to love her?” Peter stumbled out of the cramped room, and walked towards where he heard your voice. “Harry who’s that?” He whispered. Harry, simply smirked. “(Y/n), (Y/n) Jane. You remember Mary Jane right?” Peter nodded.

“That’s her younger sister. By like, two years. (Y/n)’s about to be an upcoming singer. Rhiannon is-” Peter interrupted him, “one of her biggest hits. I know, I love that song.” He mumbled, finally finding the booth you were in. You could see each other, well- Peter could see you. You were so invested with your song that you didn’t know two people were standing outside of your door.

“She’s…Beautiful.” He mumbled, Harry knew where this would go. Peter obviously thought you were cute, and now that you had him trapped around your finger even though you hadn’t speak to him at all, or knew of this man, Harry knew that you were the key to Peter writing again.

And it is his goal to make you fall in love with him as well, because at this moment he saw the way his best friend looked at you. It was like falling in love, all over again. And he knew that love at first sight was a real thing.

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daily dose of failure | peter parker x reader

(+ the group aka mj, ned and harry)

a/n: heyaaa here’s part 2 and it’s longer than the first part so i hope it’s ok! ;) i’m still going with mostly peter’s pov cuz that’s what i wanna do duh.. also mj is gay now. deal with it. and i fancasted harrison as harry osborn :)

warnings: language, anxiety. are those warnings?

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“For the record, I did not ghost you,” Peter said as he walked through the crowded hallway, Ned and Harry on each side of him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry huffs and rolls his eyes. “What were you doing then?” He shoots him an accusing eye.

“Self loathing?” Peter avoided eye contact, instead he played with the strap on his backpack. His two friends stare at him more intensely. “Fine! I ghosted you.”

“What are you taking about?” y/n’s cheery voice made them jump.

“You,” Ned immediately says, receiving a slap to the back of his head from Harry. “Did you not learn from yesterday?”

But y/n nor Peter heard Ned’s or Harry’s comments. And if one of them did, they ignored it.

“So, I saw you enjoyed yesterday?”

“Oh yes! But it’d be way better if you were there,” y/n’s voice softens then. “But at least I could have cheese nachos,” she joked.

“Ew,” Peter made a face as he shivered all over. “But whatever makes you happy.” His face was still crunched from the thought of the ‘nasty looking garbage food’ as he called it. The girl before him only laughed.

“It’s good, you’d know it if you’d actually try it.”

“Hell no, I’m not touching that.”

“Fine,” she says, her back already turning to go to her first class.

“No! I didn’t mean it! I swear!” he smiles finally. “I never mean it.”

y/n stops in her tracks, her beamy grin back on her face. “Sure thing, Petey.”

Peter’s cheeks warm up at the nickname, still not used to it even after all the years. He’s loved her for all of them.

He remembers the first time she called him that. They had one of their movie nights, this time at his place. With May gone to work, he had permission to let his friends stay the night. MJ was in the kitchen making popcorn along with Harry who was grabbing some soda. Ned was on a ‘pee break’. y/n cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, her breath brushing his neck. “Thank you, Petey.” What for? he asked that night. “This, all of this.” She broke up with a boy that night. He felt bad for being happy about it.

“Peter?” she broke him out of his thoughts. “You have math now right?”

He made a noise in response. If it was an agreement or confusion, she didn’t know. He stared at her for a moment longer. “Oh! Math!” he realised, he grabbed his books from the locker and sprinted away.

“Weirdo,” MJ appeared out of nowhere, startling the girl. Her hand shot up to her chest.

“I told you not to do that!”

“Well, you should know I never listen. Anyway, are you going to tell him or what?” MJ asks, swinging her arm around her friend’s shoulders.

“Tell him what?” y/n tried to play innocent. Her act faltering at the sight of MJ. Her brow raised and a knowing look on her face.

She groaned, “I’m still waiting for a sign if he even likes me like that.”

“You’re so oblivious.” MJ said quietly, shaking her head.

Peter locked his screen just as he saw Ned, y/n and MJ entering the lunch hall and heading for his table. His food splayed all over it along with a few of his textbooks, serving as a clear sign of holding someone’s place. He started cleaning his mess up when they neared him.

“If it’s another party I swear I’m ending our friendship,” MJ said as she bit into her sandwich.

“I’m with you on that,” y/n nudged her friend. “But if there’s any cute girls,” she wiggled her brows at MJ. Giggling slightly.

“Oh shut up!”

“What— What do you mean?” Peter panicks. All the colour from his face is out. What if she isn’t into boys at all? HOW COULD I NOT NOTICE? he freaks out internally.

MJ joined y/n in her laughter. She laughed so hard a few tears escaped her eyes. “Oh my!”

The latter is the one to break out of it first. Coughing slightly from laughing in between bites. “Cute girls, as in, for MJ.”

Peter’s eyes narrow. “What?” he said, his mouth open in confusion. All around the table, they could almost see the gears turning in his head. “Oh!”

“Yes, oh!” MJ’s laughter died down a bit. Only a tiny bit.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“It’s ok Peter, although I recon I told all of you,” MJ narrows her eyes now.

“Yes, but Peter wasn’t there,” Ned is the one to speak out. “He was doing— eh.”

Peter panicks again. Think of a quick lie! “Laundry!”

“Riiight,” MJ slowly nodded. “Because you totally know how to do that.”

y/n saved Peter from the intense stare of their friend, “C’mon MJ, let him breathe.”

“I just want to know what he’s doing all these times he ghosts us.” Well that’s a good point.

“As I said laundry.” Stick with one thing, he thinks to himself. “May wants me to learn, so I’ll know in college.” Damn, I’m good at this.

MJ glared one last time, “Sure.” She bit into the last piece of her lunch and left him only with Ned and y/n.

His palms sweat from being almost caught. He looked to his left, exchanging weird looks with Ned, then he turned to the girl opposite him. Her skin looked so beautiful in the midday, spring sun. Her hair looked soft for touch and her eyes coincidentally matched her shirt. “I— uh.. I gotta do laundry now actually, before we go to Harry’s. Okay, bye!” he excused himself quickly and almost ran out of the lunch hall.

“Weird huh?” Ned awkwardly said when only him and y/n remained.

“Yeah, weird.”

Peter was doing ‘laundry’.

He swung along the many buildings in Queens, checking if the neighbourhood was friendly and safe. His mask clad face scanned the many little alleys. It was a moment of peace for him, he felt free flying above the streets.

But it faltered when his phone dinged in his suit. He jumped to one of the roofs and fished it from the pocked that Tony installed into his new suit.

He opened the phone to find out Harry’s text.

“Yeah,” Peter said out loud. “This better be good.”

Everyone showed up at Harry’s. His football friends, few cheerleaders, the squat — all except Peter.

“Of course,” MJ muttered as soon as she got there and the brown haired boy wasn’t present. “Dude’s gonna miss his own funeral at this point.”

“Yeah,” Ned laughed nervously. His fingers fidgeted and teeth bit his lower lip. MJ took notice of that after his laughter lasted suspiciously long. But she choose not to say anything, yet.

Harry was the one to ease the bit of tension in his house. “Don’t worry, he’s gonna show up.” He paused to grab a drink. “Told me himself. And he’s got a surprise.”

“Surprise would be him showings up.”

“Well, who am I to tell what it is?”

MJ looked between her two male friends. Her eyes almost boring into their soul. “You two know something,” she stated. “And I’m gonna find out what.”

y/n entered the room right after Ned almost choked on his drink from fright. “Something wrong Neddy?”

“No, no. Not at all,” he smiled, like a kid caught doing something they shouldn’t. “We’re just talking about Peter.”

“What about him? Have you seen him? Is he going to show up?” she could go on but Harry saved them all.

“Yup, he’ll be here any moment now.”

The girl let out a relieved sighn, her shoulders relaxing and the fake half smile dropping from her lips. “Thank god, the more time I spent with your damn friends the more I wish I was ghosting you too.” She points to Harry.

“Peter is not ghosting us, remember? He’s doing laundry,” he points out. Making y/n laugh, Ned chuckle nervously and MJ to huff. “Don’t worry, he’ll show up. I threatened him.”

All of sudden, the door bell rang though the big Osborn house. Everyone around the living room fell silent, only the music played from the speakers. A blonde boy, that was closest to the hall went to open the door.

After a very awkward two minutes of silence, the guy returned with a stunned expression. His eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“Who was it?” one of the other boys asked, but he didn’t need an answer. Right after the blonde, a red clad man walked in. Spider-man. In Harry Osborn’s house. The murmurs started to float around the room.

“Hi!” Peter said from his spot. He remembered himself. “Hello,” he said more deeply. There’s too many people, he thought. And all of them are looking at me. He had a sudden urge to mess his hair, something he did when he was nervous or stressed. Right now, he was both. But the superhero mask was in the way.

“I uh,” he paused to look at all the faces. Most had hanging mouths out of shock, some had eyes full of awe. His vision quickly found the one he was here for. y/n was standing between MJ and Ned. She was one of those in shock, but her mouth wasn’t hanging, nor were her eyes wide. She was one of those pinned to their place, unmoving, utterly shocked to do anything.

“I’m here to say something.” Peter’s voice trembled. All the confidence he told himself he has in the suit was gone. He was just a boy, standing before a girl in a room full of people. “My friend,” he nodded to assure, more himself than others. “He uh,” his breathing picked up. “He’s in,” his eyes glossed inside the red suit. “He’s in danger!” he let out.

“Peter?” y/n almost yelled out.

Peter freaked out. He was sure he fucked up now.

To his relief, she worriedly continued, “Peter is in danger?”

“Yes!” Play it cool Parker, play it cool. “I— Peter needs Ned, Ned Leeds.”

Ned pointed at himself, unsure what his best friend meant. “Yes, you! Now hurry, or he’ll be in much bigger trouble!” He then grabbed Ned’s arm. “Come on,” he whispered furiously.

They only stopped once they were far enough, that no one could eavesdrop or see them from a window. Ned panted from the quick pace Peter set. “What— what is— what’s going on?”

“I can’t do it!” Peter whisper-yelled. His mask in his hand now. “I thought, maybe if it wasn’t entirely me, I’d say it. But I can’t!” the vision of the mask in his hand blurred behind the tears. “I’m a coward! As always I am!”

Ned neared his best friend. “It’s okay, Pete.”

“It’s not!” he burst out, throwing his hands into the air, his face red. “I’m the biggest fucking loser in the goddamn universe!”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because she likes you too.” It was a familiar voice. Behind them, MJ stood with her hands crossed. Both boy’s breaths hitched. “Yeah I know, Peter is Spider-man. What a surprise!” she mocked. “You really thought you were slick huh?”

“How?” Peter motioned between himself, the mask and her. His tears long forgotten, replaced by disbelief.

“Well, I started to notice your weird disappearances, and that,” she pointed far to the house behind her. “Was very obvious.”

“Does anyone else—”

“Know? If Harry doesn’t, then I don’t think so.”

Peter shook his head. “Good,” he breathed out.

MJ cocked her head, “Don’t mind me asking. But what the hell was that?” Again, she pointed to the big house.

“I tried to tell y/n my feelings,” he said, as a matter of fact. “Didn’t go very well.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Didn’t expect anything more from myself.”

Ned and MJ shared a look. Both stepped closer to the now kneeling Peter. Their hands soothed his back as they too sat down on the lawn under the night sky. “You should’ve told us that you wanted to tell her. We could’ve helped,” MJ said into the dark night. “She would’ve told you the same, you know.”

“What?” He looked up from the green grass. His head turning from MJ to Ned for reassurance, only to receive a nod from his best friend.

“She likes you a lot.”

“Like a lot lot,” Ned added in and nudged his friend.

Peter breathed in the night’s air. His heart beating a bit faster, not from anxiety anymore, but from joy. His tears dried out completely now, he only sniffled here and there.

“Okay then, what’s the plan?”

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