#MJ if you see this I want you to know I didn’t sleep last night because I kept thinking about this

[biscuitbakerbecca]

Weakness and Paper Rings parallels:

“Q, tell me more about our house guest,” Jeremy mumbled, settling back into his work station, wiring his current project.

“Mr. Mell is ex-military, he was discharged seven months ago due to medical reasons. He grew up and graduated in New Jersey, and moved to California after his discharge. He was raised by his mother Maria and his adoptive mother Darcy. They married while Michael was still in elementary school.”

Jeremy let that perk his attention, “He has two moms?”

“Yes Sir, both of his mothers have several pictures on their Facebook pages of Michael as he grew up. It appears that Mr. Mell is fairly quiet, only a handful of friends appear on his own social media.”

Jeremy set down his tools, turning to a screen, “Show me his Insta.”

—Weakness Chapter One

[melodygatesauthor]

The Webs We Weave

Peter B. Parker X Miguel O'Hara

Not Beta Read

I MIGHT write more for this, but as of right now I don't plan for it to be a series.

Summary

Miguel is babysitting May one night while Mary Jane and Peter are on a date. When they come home and Peter is drunk, things take a turn that Miguel wasn't expecting.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, smut, top!Peter, bottom!Miguel, anal sex, we're ignoring anal prep in this one folks, anal creampie, cheating (Peter cheating on MJ), porn with some plot, gay sex, dirty talk, drunk sex, unprotected anal sex.

Word Count: 2k

“Thanks for watching May,” MJ whispered as she walked by Miguel who was sprawled out lazily on the couch.

“Yeah,” Miguel murmured, the fatigue of a long afternoon with the toddler weighing on him.

“I hate to ask this but, Peter is–”

“HEY MIG!” Miguel groaned upon hearing Peter’s voice outdoors, understanding perfectly well what Mary Jane was going to ask of him.

“On it,” Miguel grumbled, making his way to the door.

A drunken Peter was still sitting in the car, playing music far too loud for the neighborhood he lived in, and far too loud for one o’clock in the morning. Not to mention it had been a bit of a struggle to get May to sleep, and Miguel didn’t like the idea of listening to a screaming child all night. He practically ripped the car door off its hinges, turning the radio off before promptly grabbing Peter and pulling him out of the car.

“Will you shut the hell up? Your kid is sleeping.” Miguel hissed through clenched teeth, dragging Peter by the collar of his shirt into the house.

“I’m sorry!” He slurred. “Just trying to have fun with my wife, you know, that’s what I was trying to do!”

“Peter!” MJ whispered harshly, aiding Miguel to the bedroom with her intoxicated husband. “Put him on the bed. You getting drunk every time we have a date night isn’t fun for your wife.”

It was tough to see them like that. Miguel knew how much MJ meant to Peter, and vice versa, but he knew they weren’t happy. They hadn’t been happy for a long time. They’d invite Miguel over for dinner, or sometimes host parties and it would always end in one, or both, of them crying about how miserable they were. 

“Gotta stay together for the kid. I know it might not make sense to you since…”

Peter didn’t say shit like that on purpose, but it always made Miguel wanna knock the guy’s lights out whenever he did. The man’s a fucking idiot, Miguel reminded himself.

“Are you staying?” Mary Jane asked, eyes nearly pleading with Miguel.

He sighed, “yeah, yeah I guess I can. I had plans to go home and get a good night’s rest but yeah I can babysit your husband too. Why the hell not.”

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Miguel stayed. Of course he stayed. What else was he going to do? Leave his closest friend’s wife to deal with his bullshit? She was choosing to put up with his nonsense as much as Miguel was, but Miguel had a soft spot for Peter and his antics, even if he sported an irritated face ninety-percent of the time. Beneath that tough exterior, he cared deeply for the guy.

Miguel was curled up in the guest room when Peter sauntered down the hallway to the door.

“Mig,” Peter slurred, jumping Miguel in his bed.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared the shit out of–”

“Sh,” Peter shushed, sitting on the bed next to Miguel. “Don’t wanna wake up MJ.”

Miguel could see Peter’s features through the moonlight coming through the large window on the other side of the room. His eyes were underlined with dark circles and hair sticking out in every direction. Miguel’s eyes traced the outline of Peter’s body, white teeshirt sitting loosely over his frame.

“So you thought it was a good idea to wake me up? Peter–”

“I want a divorce, but I don’t want to do that to May.”

Miguel groaned. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard Peter talk like that, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“You’re drunk. Go to bed.” Miguel grumbled, laying back down and rolling over so his back was to Peter.

“Miguel,” Peter whispered, putting his hand on Miguel’s shoulder.

He tried to shrug Peter’s hand away but the man was persistent. He moved in, curling up behind Miguel and pressing his chest against the larger man’s spine. His arm snaked under Miguel’s arm and around his waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m just getting comfy, just relax will ya?” Peter sniffed out a laugh as he cozied up closer behind his friend.

Miguel could feel it, the hard press of Peter's dick against his ass cheek. He tried to ignore it, thinking that drawing attention to it might be more awkward than just letting it go. What Miguel couldn’t ignore, was Peter’s fingers grabbing at the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tugging them down before reaching for Miguel’s to do the same.

“Peter, what the fuck are you doing? Are you stupid?”

“Yeah, but also, really fucking horny, Mig,” he slurred drunkenly. “Be a good friend for me okay? Please?”

Miguel wanted to tell him to stop…didn’t he? This was weird, and it was wrong. MJ was right in the other room, and Peter was his best friend. They’d always been just friends…that’s it.

Miguel heard Peter spit and felt him jerk himself once, and then twice, before sliding his cock between Miguel’s cheeks. Peter couldn’t see the way Miguel was gripping the sheets, nor the way his jaw was clenched so tight he thought his teeth might break.

“I’ve never done anything like this before so do I like…do I just…”

He moved his hips forward, the fat tip of his cock rested against Miguel’s tight ring of muscle. Miguel exhaled sharply, cock springing to life almost immediately with the prod of Peter’s thick head. He tried to relax, making himself more pliant. Peter pushed forward, his wide girth slipping into Miguel’s hole like it belonged there.

“Holy shit,” Peter breathed, feeling his cock throb inside Miguel’s tight ass. “You’re so tight, Mig.”

Miguel couldn’t respond, the feeling of Peter’s cock stretching him out made his brain short-circuit. He huffed out through his nostrils, fingers digging into the sheets as Peter started rocking himself back and forth. The bed creaked, forcing him to slow just a tad, fearful that Mary Jane would find out what they were doing.

Peter’s dick twitched inside of Miguel again, forcing him to choke back a moan. He still didn’t want to tell Peter he liked it. Part of him, despite his friend already being balls deep in his guts, still wanted to pretend that they weren’t doing what they were doing. Miguel’s cock ached, the glossy tip leaking precum all over the bedding. He rutted forward, the delicious friction of the sheets forcing a soft exhale from his lips.

“God, Mig, you like that hm?” Peter asked, his pace still a slow roll into Miguel, body shuddering every time he bottomed out. “I can hear you whining, it’s cute,” Peter laughed.

“Cállate,” Miguel grumbled, trying to ignore how good it felt to have Peter stretching him out like that.

“Oh come on Mig, you…fuck…you like it,” Peter teased.

Miguel didn’t say a word, not wanting to give Peter the satisfaction of thinking he’d won Miguel over. He was still trying to process the fact that his best friend of the last couple years was buried deep in his ass with the man’s wife sleeping just two doors down. Miguel’s talons extended outward, digging into the extra pillow by his head. He pulled it down to his cock, shuddering at the feeling of his slick length brushing against the fabric.

“Y’know if you roll that thing up just right I bet it would feel amazing,” Peter slurred in Miguel’s ear. “Try it.”

Miguel grumbled but eventually conceded to Peter’s idea, rolling the pillow so it had a hole in the middle and stuffing his dick inside. The fucker was right. It did feel good. He breathed out, bucking his hips forward into the makeshift fleshlight.

“You thinking about me, Mig?” Peter’s hips rolled behind Miguel even faster. “You thinking about how good it would feel to fuck my ass? F-fuck, maybe I’ll l-let you try me out next t-time.”

Peter started struggling to speak, breaths coming out in sharp gasps the closer he got to spilling everything he had into Miguel’s tight hole. Miguel felt Peter’s hands digging into the meat of his narrow hips. His thrusts were getting more ragged and sloppy, and Miguel couldn’t shake the delicious feeling of his own cock throbbing and leaking into the pillow the more he fucked into it.

God he felt depraved, happily letting his drunken friend fuck him dumb while he rutted desperately into a damn pillow. Of all the times Miguel had felt self-loathing, this was near the top of his list. Every time Peter’s cock stuffed him to the brim though, he forgot all about it, mind going numb with nothing but the feeling of his asshole getting railed.

“Peter, this is so f-fucking dumb,” Miguel said, still holding on to the smallest bit of dignity he had left, the part of him that felt bad for Mary Jane.

“Sh,” Peter whispered, nails digging harder into Miguel, “I’m so close Mig, please.”

Peter whined in Miguel’s ear, and how could he possibly say no to that?

Giving in, Miguel started moving along with Peter’s rhythm, fucking the hole he made in the pillow like it belonged to a living, breathing human. Miguel’s mind went blank, filled with nothing but the feeling of his aching cock against the fabric while he rolled his hips faster.

“Oh god Mig, do you want me to come in your ass? I can pull out if you want I…oh shit I’m…” Peter didn’t wait for an answer before he felt his cock twitching and shooting hot ropes deep into Miguel’s tight hole.

“Fuck, Parker, for fuck’s sake…”

Miguel lost it, cum spilling out into the stark white pillow while his asshole contracted around Peter’s dick. He’d never had such a strong orgasm before that night, the feeling forcing his entire body to stiffen and shake with every throb of his cock. They laid there for a while, the room filled with nothing but their combined heavy breaths before Peter finally pulled out, leaving Miguel feeling empty.

“Fuck, Miguel,” he whispered, kissing Miguel’s neck once before pulling his sweats back up around his hips.

Miguel didn’t turn around. He didn’t know what he’d do even if he had. It didn’t feel like the right time for post-sex cuddling and a soft makeout session, so Miguel just kept his body turned away from Peter as the man got up and left the room silently. If not for the cum still dripping out of Miguel’s spent asshole, it would be like Peter was never there in the first place.

When morning came, Miguel wasn’t sure what would happen. Would Peter even remember stealing into Miguel’s room the night before? Would he go on as if nothing ever happened? As far as Miguel was concerned, it would be best if they let it go. How could they possibly continue running the Spider Society as partners if they were…doing things in secret behind the scenes? It didn’t make sense. Not to mention…Mary Jane.

She was smiling when Miguel made his way into the kitchen in the morning, the red headed toddler hanging off her shoulders while she made coffee. Miguel and MJ exchanged pleasantries, but Miguel’s aching rear amplified his guilt tenfold. He felt like he should tell the blissfully ignorant wife that her husband had cheated on her the night before.

Then again…Miguel didn’t exactly do anything to stop it.

“Morning!” Peter exclaimed, coming out of his bedroom with a wide stretch and a loud yawn.

“Morning, Peter,” both Miguel and Mary Jane said in unison, turning to face him.

“I’m so sorry if I caused too much trouble last night, I was deeerunk,” he said nonchalantly, walking up behind MJ at the counter and kissing her on the cheek.

While she was turned away, Peter and Miguel shared a glance where Peter looked Miguel up and down.

“I don’t remember much so, I hope I wasn’t a…pain in the ass…”

Miguel gulped. Peter clearly didn’t intend on ignoring what had happened between them the night before, and Miguel couldn’t shake the new feelings he felt stirring inside.

Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[juiles]

Can you do reader is Natasha and Wanda's daughter and is secretly dating peter parker, and the found out

I hope this lives up to your expectations!

The best moms in the multiverse.

Summary: in the ask.

Type: fluff.

Triggers: mentions of hydra.

Masterlist!

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Growing up in the compound was amazing. You had spent the last 12 years of your life there after your moms adopted you at 3 years old. You were the kid of a high up in the rankings, Hydra couple and the first three years you spent being tested on and learning to fight. You were supposed to be Hydras greatest weapon as you had the DNA of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff in you.

When you were rescued by the Avengers, they did a DNA test on you to see if they could find your biological parents and they did. It just happened to be a couple inside the tower. Natasha and Wanda were ecstatic to have a kid together as they always wanted a family together. You were a very happy kid after that.

You were so very loved. The whole team took on different roles in your life. You loved having your moms most though. They were your best friends. Natasha and Wanda snuggled you to sleep every night, even when on missions, you always had either one of them until you were 10 then one of your aunts or uncles were always there.

As you grew up, you became best friends with Peter Parker, MJ and Ned. The 4 of you were inseparable and you were always found somewhere in the compound playing games then as you get older, video games and reading. Around 6 months ago, Peter asked you out in a date. You said yes and for the last 6 months, you two had been secretly dating without Tony (Peters pseudo dad) or your moms knowing.

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You were sat on the couch, both of your moms, Tony and most of your uncles were out on a mission. Pepper was left with you two however, she had run out to a last minute meeting, leaving the two of you alone in the compound.

You had your legs curled up underneath you while your head was against Peters chest with his arms wrapped around you. You were watching a movie and you had fallen asleep. Peter shifted so you were laying on top of him and he threw a blanket over the two of you before falling asleep himself.

You woke up feeling a pair of hands running through your auburn hair and you smiled softly as you woke up. “Mornin’ Pete…” You muttered into his chest before you felt his hands wrap around your waist tighter making you realize it wasn’t his hand in your hair, rather the soft hands that belonged to your magic wielding mother. You froze slowly looking up to look into the green eyes of the witch.

“Hi mom…” You said quietly before your heard a cough and your head whipped around to face your assassin of a mother. “Mama! Hey!” You said quickly whipping up out of Peters arms. “You’re home from the mission early!”

“Yeah. We finished early so figured we would take our darling daughter out for a special breakfast.” Wanda said with a smirk, her Sokovian accent out on full display, showing her strong emotions.

“Instead, we found her, shirtless, laying on top of her best friend on the couch with hickeys on her neck.” Natasha finished, her classic hard glare out, an eyebrow raised, her arms crossed against her chest. “Parker. Pepper and Tony are waiting in the lab.” She said swiftly making the boy jump up and run off.

“Mama i can explain!” You said raising your hands before her hard glance shot to you You instantly curled up in on yourself biting your lip.

Wanda sat beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, her thumb rubbing against your arm. “We aren’t mad Detka.” She murmured softly, Nat sat on your other side. “I promise we aren’t. Just confused. You don’t hide things from us so we’re just confused.”

“I didn’t mean-“ You got cut off from a small cough from your mom. “I was worried you wouldn’t be okay with us dating…”

“Why wouldn’t we moya lyubov’? We’ve known Peter forever. We know he’ll treat you right.” Natasha said rubbing your back. She looked up at Wanda shocked when they heard a small sniffle. “Baby. My love. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” You broke down sobbing into your hands. “I’m sorry I kept a secret! Please don’t hate me!” Wanda choked on a breath and pulled you so you were curled up on her lap, Natasha squatted in front of you.

“Baby. No one is mad! We aren’t mad at you! Detka we could never hate you!” Natasha said, cupping your cheeks, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, wiping the tears.

“You are our miracle y/n. We could NEVER hate you. Especially not over something this small!” Wanda said smothering your head in kisses.

“P-promise?” You sniffled looking at both your moms with wide eyes. They both instantly smothered you in kisses repeating yes over and over again

After a few minutes of everyone calming down, yky were cuddled up between the two of them on the couch, your head resting on Natasha’s chest, Wanda rubbing your legs. “So… is he good to you?” Natasha asked raising her eyebrow.

“Mama!” You groaned burying your head into her neck more. “Yes… he’s amazing… he’s so nice and sweet and always ALWAYS puts me first. I think i love him… mom how do you know when you’re in love? How did you know you were in love with mama?”

“Love is a weird thing malyshka.” Wanda said rubbing your calves. “Your mama and I were really close as friends. She helped me when i got out of Hydra. We realized our feelings after one of Tony’s parties and she was helping me calm down after a panic attack. I realized that she had been the best thing to happen to me and that I felt butterflies in my stomach when she held my hand or gave me a hug. I started imagining our future together and told her and she said she felt the same. Love can be scary but it’s the best thing in the world.”

“I think i love him mama…” You muttered before looking up at your two moms with a smile that would always brighten their lives. “But, i love my moms more. I have the best moms in the multiverse.”

[letsunity]

With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.  

art by @gryphll

Chapter 4 - Appointment

Doctor appointments weren't MJ's favourite thing. She had a phobia of needles and other medical garbage. The smell of sterile stuff made her ill.

Of course, Peter has to be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. For her safety, MJ had their new buddy.

"It's just a checkup. Everything's going to be fine," MJ told herself, biting her lower lip. "I don't feel fine. Ok. Can I have some encouragement?"

"I've never been to a hospital, so I can't accurately assure your safety," Miguel stated, the coldness of it concerning her. "I'll kill whoever comes too close. Does that help?"

"You're trying. That's helpful enough, tough guy."

"I suspect you're infantilising me."

"I have a baby growing in me. Everyone is an infant to me now. And you're, y'know, a decade younger than me."

His little grumble was cute.

MJ might not know how to make a portal watch or swing webs, but she could see when someone was hurt.

The entire situation hurt her best friend; Peter was a good man with a titanic heart, and it weighed heavily on him. She wanted to hug and tell him it was ok, but she couldn't lie to his face. She didn't know how this would turn out.

He cried himself to sleep last night. He was grieving the loss of his friends alone. He tended to put himself on an island when in pain, not wanting to put the burden on others. It was a selfless part of him she used to love, but now she worried.

Her best friend was in pain, as was her new friend.

"Is there anything that they can do here to help you?" MJ asked, her blue eyes wandering up to meet those dark sunglasses.

"There's nothing to help in my universe. I doubt it'll be any different here."

"You never know. They might have something for those allergies and the light thing."

"No."

"Hmm, that sounds like self-harm."

"It's not undeserved."

"What is it with Spidermen and being all self-sacrificing?"

"We have the power to do something. We can do enough to make a significant change. By sacrificing ourselves, the people we protect can rest in peace. That's what it means to be Spiderman."

"Almost sounds like a quote."

"It was. From the Spiderman of my universe before me."

He was from the future, but MJ didn't even consider there might have been a previous Spiderman. Was it like Peter and Miles?

It's exciting learning about other universes.

"What was he like? The one before you?"

"I never met him. He died long, long before I came to be. When Klyntarus ruled our universe, there weren't any heroes or anybody with the power to do something - I'm... still alone on that front. But he was a good man from what I understand."

At least Peter had co-workers, allies and friends.

She was sad knowing that Peter had died there. All of the other heroes, too. It wouldn't be surprising if Klyntarus had something to do with that.

It's sweet that he was inspired by the original Spiderman, though.

He's right, though. If you can make a change for the better, you should.

The creed of Spiderman is to put others before yourself; it's a heavy burden but an honourable one. She respected it.

"I'm glad that he inspired you."

"Gracias."

MJ didn't like the smell of the hospital entrance. It was messy, sterile and also tainted with puke. Thankfully, she wasn't alone in her disgust.

"Oh, mierda. Huele como una morgue horneada," he hissed, cringing.

"No idea what you said, tough guy, but agreed."

She didn't enjoy having to sign in. The receptionists weren't interested in being helpful, mostly ignoring MJ. They only started to pay attention when Miguel growled; it reminded MJ of a pissed-off cane corso.

Having a giant buff Latino vampire proved helpful. He's like a bodyguard, scaring people into listening to her. She used to do that for Peter when people ignored him for being a nerd.

She loves nerds. They've got so many interests and know many intriguing things. They can never bore you.

With the giant having kidnapped their attention, MJ was finally able to get things moving. All they had to do now was linger in the cesspool of stench until her doctor could be assed.

MJ's not happy about sitting on a warm chair surrounded by sick people, all looking as pleased as her.

She hates hospitals.

"How's your first hospital visit?"

"Mierda."

"Agreed."

Although MJ didn't have spidey sense, she had bullshit sense, courtesy of being a little redhead spitfire. She could detect something akin to one of those space wizards in those movies that Peter enjoyed.

There is a foulness in the force.

With some scouring, MJ spotted the source of the foulness. It was a woman glowering at her and her friend, paler than carved marble; she must be anaemic.

MJ's been around long enough to see one of those people.

She's not standing for it. She might be eight months pregnant and a shorty, but MJ had a spider's spirit.

Hopefully, she could distract him from that witch.

"If it's not rude for me to ask, is Nueva a Spanish version of new york?"

"No. It was destroyed in the calamity of 2038 and was rebuilt by Hector Nueva, soon named after him. I'm just Mexican. A little Irish, too."

"You're a damn big leprechaun."

"Very funny. I'm more like a Chupacabra, anyway."

"And here I thought you didn't like vampires."

"I don't. Vampires suck. Chupacabras are cool."

"They do suck."

"You're worse than Parker."

"I take that as a compliment, thank you."

Peter will feel much better knowing that she's not alone. She's got a buddy guard to protect her from any ominous sludge.

All Miguel has to do is sit in the corner and be spooky.

She was due measurements, weighing, blood pressure, a quick ultrasound, and possibly a pelvic exam - she hated those. It's so awkward and invasive.

While MJ should want nobody else in the room, she doesn't get a pervy vibe from Miguel. He didn't react when she came out of the shower, not bothered or even interested. He didn't have a single care about that sort of thing.

Her bullshit sense often intertwines with her gaydar. He's not straight; she knew that much. If she were a gambler, MJ would put her money on asexual.

Does he know what that is? She might ask later.

"MJ."

"Yeah?"

"We need to leave."

"Wait, is it him? Is he coming?" MJ questioned.

She was scared of being too close to that monster. It's hurt her friends so much, and she hasn't even seen it.

MJ didn't get to ask more as a roar echoed from outside.

Before she knew what was happening, she was facing the pale ceiling, bright orange webbing keeping her there. Several other people were up as well, but not her surprise roommate.

A suited Miguel was beneath her in the waiting room, his hands gripping the thick horn of nonother than Aleksei Sytsevich, also known as the Rhino.

Something was wrong, though. His thick hide was burned and scorched, ooze dripping and refusing to mix with his blood.

His face, usually mixed with rage and bloodlust, was full of fear and anguish. Most of his face was gone, reduced to burned bone. He only had a single eye, but she doubted he could see from it.

"Помогите мне кто-нибудь!" Rhino roared, his voice bloodcurdling and terrified. "Обжигает! Обжигает!"

MJ didn't understand Russian, but she knew he was in agony.

A black sludge ripped from his spine, red eyes scowling at Miguel.

"2099! What a coincidence! Such a little universe, hmm?" Klyntarus cackled, forcing Rhino to push forward. "Such weak little bodies. Can you imagine how it feels to be a flame sailing a sea of kerosene?"

"Eres toda mía, perra mocosa!"

"I look forward to you trying."

She winced as Rhino cried again, begging for help that couldn't come.

Klyntarus rammed into Miguel again, pushing him through the empty reception desk. People were running in panic, terrified.

MJ scrambled for her phone, texting Peter as quickly as she could. As soon as he realised she was there, it would go to ultimate shit.

Pick up your damn phone, Parker!

Peter hopped past Morbius' claws, finding them far less impressive than Miguel's. Honestly, the vamp had nothing on Peter's roommate.

He didn't have Miguel's power or claws; even Miguel's fangs were much more intimidating. The red of his eyes had much more potency than Morbius'.

"You are depriving some village of their idiot!" Morbius sneered, trying to pierce Peter.

"And Twilight is missing one of its vamps!"

Peter jumped on the ledge of a balcony, cracking his aching back.

He wasn't sure how to feel about Morbius now. He was somewhat interested at the beginning. After ten years, though? it got old.

At this point, Morbius was the villain of the week.

Weirdly, he felt like a knockoff compared to his fellow spider. He didn't have the same energy or vibe.

He can't put it into words exactly, but compared to Miguel, Morbius is nothing.

"That movie is an insult to what makes vampires so-"

"-Lame?" Peter finished, uninterested. "Are you going to sparkle now?"

"Insolent brat!"

"I'm almost forty, dude."

"You're younger than me, so you're a brat!"

Man, so this is how Miguel felt.

He's still going to annoy him over being younger. What friend would Peter be if he didn't?

When Morbius pounced, Peter jumped onto a nearby roof, feeling his cracked phone buzz. He should ignore it, given he's fighting a "mighty" foe, but his senses demand otherwise.

Peter looked at his phone, seeing a missed call from MJ. Was she done with her appointment already? That was quick!

The text, however, told him otherwise.

Fuck Peter with a salty menorah. He's there.

"I've got a thing. Debate movies with you later, Mikey!"

"Darn you, Spiderman!"

"Whatever!"

He wasted no chance racing towards the hospital, and police were already surrounding the chaos. He landed upon a police car, fear dancing in his bones.

Peter's spidey senses were screaming to run away, but he couldn't. His friends and baby were in there.

As expected, Jameson was still kicking, talking to news cameras, no doubt blaming Peter for this, somehow. He's glad he quit working for that asshole; it was such a toxic environment.

Whatever, he's too old to care about what Jameson's whining about.

Peter swung inside, smelling the rot already. He's here alright. It disgusted him that Klyntarus was attacking a hospital, but he was already vile; Peter shouldn't be shocked at his evil.

There were glowing, orange webs on the ceiling where MJ's text said she'd been. He couldn't see her anywhere, so he would have to go looking. The trail of bloody melted viscera and rot was a good indicator.

The hospital looked like something out of a horror movie; it was decayed, in ruin. It's been infected by Klyntarus.

He was scared that he would find her and hurt them. He was terrified of being a father but even more afraid of losing his child.

Fuck, how can Miguel cope with losing his daughter? Peter hadn't even met his kid and was scared for them.

Peter crept through the ruins, cautiously stepping over suspicious mounds that stank of death. He relied on his spidey senses, but they were overwhelmed by that monster's presence.

Something big had barrelled through the hospital, almost like a torpedo or tank. It would take ages to fix this place up if that were even possible.

Klyntarus destroyed everything around him. It's likely that wherever he goes, it's inhospitable.

He saw some glowing web, a sign of his teammate. He followed it, finding a deep hole that ran so far down that Peter couldn't see the bottom. It appeared to reach the under levels of the hospital; there should only be a basement, though.

Another buzz from his damaged phone - a text!

Peter stared at it, analysing the three dancing dots that eventually became a message. His heart was tachycardic with worry and fear.

The older Spiderman ran, looking at the fading numbers on the doors he passed. He paused at 16B, the one that MJ's number indicated. Despite knowing it could be a trap, Peter broke the door open, scouring the room.

MJ was sitting beside a gurney. She was in shock, afraid and alone.

A recently deceased young man lay not far from her. He was horrifically burned, and most of his left leg was reduced to sludge. He died slowly; Peter knew that as soon as he spotted him.

He quickly came to his best friend's side, checking her for injuries.

"He had Rhino's body," MJ whimpered, shaking from the ordeal. "He was crying for help, Peter. Rhino. He was in agony."

That explained why the hospital had a giant hole in it.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Peter said, bridal carrying his close friend. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No. No, Miguel distracted him so we could run out. Something went wrong, though. The bodies didn't stay -"

"Parker!"

Peter twisted to the deceased man, who was now sitting up, black fluid running from his orifices. His eyes were empty, devoid of life, but something was in there, puppeteering him.

He was close to tightening his grip but knew it'd hurt MJ. He wouldn't do that to her.

She clung to his body, hiding her face in his chest.

"He will reign long, and your friend will be far too gone!" the corpse cackled, rotting at an astonishing rate. He melted to bones before Peter's eyes. Not even his clothes survived the rot.

As cryptic as that was, Peter knew what it was implying.

Peter had to get MJ outside first, however.

He made his way out of the hospital, feeling that fear fade with each step. The further from Klyntarus he was, the more confident he felt.

Did Klyntarus' very presence rot your soul? It seemed so.

"Keep her safe," Peter ordered a surprised and confused police officer, turning back towards the building. "And don't let anybody else inside. I mean it."

"It's the same thing that killed those heroes, isn't it?" the officer said, removing her jacket to cover MJ. "Don't die in there, Spiderman."

"I don't plan on it."

He couldn't make any promises.

So, fear growing in his chest, Peter returned to the leftover Walking Dead set. He wouldn't be shocked to find Rick Grimes' room where he was somehow untouched in a coma for a year.

That entire show was a fever dream; he was sure of it. After Glenn died, the only fun left was, ironically, Negan. He'll have to make Miguel watch that.

When he arrived at the suspicious hole, Peter jumped. His knees complained when he landed, cracking in all the wrong and unsatisfying ways.

The fear of Klyntarus was far more potent than before, suffocating Peter in an aura of fear and death.

He's not looking for that thing, though.

Peter quickly spotted the entrance to a tunnel that shouldn't exist.

Rhino's body lay mangled and twisted at the entrance like a macabre decoration. Instead of being melted, it looked like a savage beast and tore the poor bastard apart. He didn't want to be on the backside of whatever caused that.

He walked down the tunnels, listening out for his friend.

His senses went off, sending a tingle down his spine. He turned around, annoyed to see Morbius had followed him.

"Not the time, Count Lame-ula. Ugh, that sounded better in my head. Whatever, could you go and haunt some little kid's birthday party? I'm in the middle of something."

"What horrors could have created such strife?" Morbius asked, both in awe and horrified by the situation.

"An extradimensional genocidal evil Symbiote that decays whatever he touches. You should go before you eats you, too."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care."

"You're trying to deceive me!"

"Not everything is about you!"

"Fool! I am the reincarnation of the great Count Dracula!"

"Sure, and I'm the reincarnation of Link - see my little fairy, Navi? We're on our way to rescue Zelda," Peter sighed, rolling his eyes behind his mask. "Just go bother someone else, alright?"

Vampires suck.

Peter paused, feeling something else was down here. It wasn't Klyntarus, but it felt similar and yet distinct. He could feel it was nearby and dangerous, but not the precise position.

That "something" was coming and fast.

Of course, Morbius acted like a child and attempted to attack Peter while distracted. He wouldn't get the chance to get close, however.

A blur of red and dark pounced upon Morbius before he could reach Peter, his senses screaming at him to run. He couldn't see what it was but could hear the rabid rage and terrified cries.

Peter webbed the mysterious form and pulled it away from Michael, hearing a dog-like grunt of annoyance and frustration.

A pair of deep, red eyes stared back at Peter. They were similar to Klyntarus'; they had his unique shade, but Klyntarus didn't have pupils or irises. The eye shape was far too human to be Klyntarus, even if he tried to make a human body.

The eyes were what Peter was focused on at first, but then he saw what the rest of the red was.

A suit.

"Miguel?" Peter questioned, realising what, or rather who, he was looking at.

His pupils were so thin they were almost non-existent. He was shaking, breathing heavily and hunched over, foamy drool dripping onto the ground.

While Miguel didn't exist to Peter's spidey sense, this did. It wasn't the same as Klyntarus, but it was similar enough.

Miguel was swallowing air. It's like he was in a scary trance, trapped far away.

His claws were out, ready to scratch something that wasn't there. His fingers were shaking so much.

Peter felt like he was looking at a werewolf, pure instinct and consciousness battling for control, and the former was dominant.

Morbius shifted into shadows, reforming behind "Miguel". It was a stupid idea, for Miguel turned and bit Morbius' arm.

Having seen what it could do to Klyntarus, Peter grabbed his friend. The stupid villain was clawing at Miguel's face, trying to make him let go. Glowing blue was dripping from Morbius' arm - the venom was already being delivered.

"Get it off me!" Morbius yelled, turning his vampiric claws to Miguel's neck. He wouldn't let go, eyes staring at something that wasn't there.

It was clear Miguel wasn't there. He couldn't hear Peter, stuck in this bizarre and scary trance.

An idea came to Peter.

He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it directly into Miguel's eyes.

The trance version of his friend yowled, letting go to cover his eyes. While Morbius had left deep scratches on his face, the photophobia forced him to let go.

Morbius stumbled back, his arm shaking horribly.

Ignoring the vampire, Peter grabbed Miguel's shoulders, trying to figure out what was happening.

His "buddy" dropped his arms loosely, glowering towards Peter, but it didn't seem directed at him.

"It's me. It's Peter, alright?" Peter said, trying to get through to him. "How about we sit down? Does that sound good?"

He knew Miguel was much more powerful than him, but Peter's faster. If he needed to, Peter could stick to the walls or ceiling.

Encouraging his distant friend to sit down, Peter watched him, paying attention to his eyes.

Without any stimulation, he watched the redness in his eyes fade. When the red left, some awareness returned, replaced by confusion.

"What happened?" Peter asked, glancing at the groaning Morbius still clutching his arm.

"Había mucho ruido," Miguel muttered, rubbing his eyes. "He tried to take me. Estúpido bastardo."

The corpse's warning.

Did Klyntarus trigger a flight or fight response, only instead of Miles' invisibility, Miguel went rabid? It could've been a PTSD thing, too.

"Where's MJ?"

"She's safe," Peter said, feeling Klyntarus' presence growing. "We need to go."

Peter grabbed the taller man's side, feeling his broken ribs. That never seemed to stop him.

"I can move."

"I don't doubt that, but you still seem out of it."

The possession attempt had an impact, as he was still spaced out. It was like he was stoned or drunk.

"Happens sometimes," his friend grunted, a noise that did things Peter wished it didn't. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No. All I'm hurting from is arthritis."

"I always hurt someone..."

He didn't like hearing the sadness and regret there. And Peter couldn't say that he hadn't. He attacked Morbius and must've killed Rhino, though that seemed to be a mercy.

"Indeed."

Peter scowled at Morbius' body, watching "his" head tilt. While Peter was focused on Miguel, he didn't even realise Morbius got snatched.

He didn't like the guy, but Morbius didn't deserve that fate.

The kidnapped body was already starting to decay.

"I'm going to take everything from you, Peter. I'll break you in ways you didn't think could be broken. And I'll have him, too," Klyntarus vowed, tilting Morbius' head too far to the right. "I'll let you play with my toy for now. It'll make it all the easier to break him after I've shredded your soul."

"What's to stop me from walking over there and ripping you out of there?"

"Because you're like all the other Parkers I've eaten. You don't kill, even when you want to. You won't kill me while I'm in someone's body. It's cowardice I thankfully bred out of my true body." His friend hissed, but it only made Klyntarus smile. "You've come so far from the fragile ball of flesh I ripped from that whore wetback."

Peter can't kill. It's his greatest strength and his weakness. How is he meant to beat something that'll only stop if it's destroyed?

He needed to get Miguel out of here and look after MJ. He had to find somewhere safe for her to stay.

Regardless of how his friend felt, they needed help. They were going to get the X-Men for backup.

"Until I find a more suitable temporary vessel, Parker. Farewell."

Peter shot a web at Morbius' possessed body, but he vanished into shadow.

Another day where he could've done something but didn't have the balls. That was a theme he was getting angry at.

"Maldito cobarde."

"Yeah, to whatever you said, pal."

Xavier's going to have a field day over this.

Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!

[irondad-defensesquad]

A/N: touch starvation strikes again!!!!!! Blame my insomnia.

I'm so sorry for being unoriginal, lmao.

EDIT: now posted on AO3!

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

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“H-Hey, Mr. Stark, what’s up?”

“Oh, hey, kid.”

Tony is working on Iron Man. He doesn’t completely ignore Peter, but the latter isn’t the focus right now, clearly.

Peter pretends his eyes aren’t tearing up.

He feels so childish or it.

What was he expecting? That Tony would hug him to welcome him back in the workshop? Or at least pat his shoulder? Anything physical?

They’re not there yet.

Peter rushes to the most distant counter in the lab, so Tony doesn’t realize how upset he is. Maybe Peter just needs to focus on homework right now.

His skin feels odd. It feels itchy. But not like mosquito bites or allergies. It’s asking for something, and he doesn’t know what it is. Peter has tried to hug himself several times lately and it never works. His shoulders and back are tense, and his leg is shaking but moving it or walking doesn’t make it stop.

Tony is still there working, apparently not noticing that Peter is far away.

And Peter hates that. Even though he wanted to sit there to avoid questions.

What does he want, then? For Tony to notice? Shouldn’t he just ask him? No, no that would be too obvious, and he doesn’t want to get in the way of his mentor’s work.

Peter just feels like weeping pathetically. He couldn’t sleep well last night, wanting someone there with him. Aunt May got home too late, and he knew she needed all the time to rest before starting another day.

Then Ned didn’t go to school today because he got sick. MJ wasn’t around either, but Peter has no idea why. She never talks to him.

The arachnid stares at the blank homework paper. Peter can’t think straight.

Gulping, he stands up and quickly tries to come up with an excuse.

“I’ll, uh… g-get something to drink…” Peter says it rather lowly. So, obviously, Tony doesn’t quite mind it. The man hums, but it could be at the Iron Man projection in front of him.

Peter tries to silence the childish urge to run away to his room to cry. He just walks away miserably to the kitchen.

He opens the huge fridge. There’s literally everything there. Water, juice, soda, wine (probably Pepper’s), and then in the freezer there’s ice cream. Tony mostly buys them for Peter, but the man might eat them every now and then.

Once again, he stands there frozen.

Staring at everything but seeing nothing that could soothe him.

Peter takes a can of soda, but once he opens it, it spills all over the floor because of the gas.

“No, no, NO- goddammit!” He curses. He has to clean that.

But he can’t, either.

Peter just starts crying because of some stupid soda. He tries holding it in, to no avail.

Come on, I have to clean this and go back to the lab, he thinks. But Mr. Stark is too busy for me. He doesn’t want to hug me. Why would he? He’s just my…

… What is Tony to him, really?

“Peter? Where are you—”

Someone freezes.

“Oh my god, Peter, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Tony rushes to him, expecting the worst.

“N-No, I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” Tony reassures him, seeing that it’s just spilled drink on the floor that can easily be handled. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing.”

“Come on, get up, let’s sit for a bit.”

Peter might flinch at the hands rubbing his shoulders like it’s a small massage. Tony stops and Peter hates him for it.

Either way, he obeys Tony, and he sits on the nearest chair. The latter takes less than five minutes to clean the soda off the floor. Then, he sits in front of Peter.

“You can talk to me, bud. Is it school? Patrol? Something else?”

“N-No, you don’t have to worry about it…”

“Well, I do. I’m not gonna let you suffer like this.”

Peter clutches his own sleeves.

“… You didn’t even notice me when I arrived.”

“What?”

Oh, shit. Now what?

“Y-You didn’t even look at me or- or- I dunno!” Peter keeps talking without much filter. “Like me being there wouldn’t have made a difference. But like… y-you don’t have to pay attention to me 24/7, Mr. Stark, I’m sorry I got mad about that, it’s just, something is wrong with me, I didn’t sleep well last night, school has been bad but it was worse today, I haven’t actually talked to anyone in… days? I think? But not just that, I…”

Peter sheds tears again, the anger being more towards himself, not Tony.

“I thought you’d at least… welcome me.” Hug me. Hug me after a horrible day. After so many bad days. “B-But- it’s not your fault, I’m just being stupid.”

“Oh, kiddo… I’m so sorry.” Tony looks so guilty.

Peter regrets saying anything. “No, you don’t have to—”

“No, you’re right, I didn’t pay attention to you. I’m sorry.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to—”

“Yeah, but dang it, I should’ve asked. I should’ve noticed something at least.”

“Maybe I should’ve said something, too. But I was scared you’d get annoyed.”

“See, I didn’t mean for you to think that way. You’re not going to annoy me. Sorry I didn’t make that clear to you.”

Peter would’ve protested, but they might be here forever, so he sighs in defeat. “Okay.”

He’s staring at his own lap, his jeans stained with several teardrops.

In the meantime, Tony looks at him. Maybe trying to figure out what Peter needs right now.

It doesn’t take long, really.

Tony stands up and offers a hand. Peter expects him to just help him get on his feet again.

Only for Tony to immediately pull him in his arms.

And he says nothing else.

Just breathes with Peter.

The boy is frozen for a good time before he returns the hug with some desperation. Please, don’t let go, don’t let go.

Tony automatically squeezes him in response. I’ve got you, you’re safe.

Yeah, Tony makes him feel safe. Whether in the armor or not… he’s a hero.

He keeps rubbing Peter’s back, trying to relax his tense muscles. It always makes Peter flinch inside, which is, weirdly… soothing. The itching is dispersing, calming down.

He might cry again, but it’s out of relief.

The teen pretty much lies down on the other. Tony might be smiling. Soon, he nuzzles Peter’s head.

“Kid?” He calls.

“Hmm?”

“You know you’re adorable, right?”

“Shhhut up…” Peter whines.

Tony snorts. He hasn’t released Peter even if he might have loosened his grip a bit.

“Come on,” the man instructs. Peter almost thinks they’re going back in the lab, but they’re going the other way.

At first, Peter thinks it’s his room. And he doesn’t want Tony to leave him alone in there. Not yet. But Tony knows, so they go to the latter’s room instead. To Tony’s huge bed.

“Wait… what about your work, Mr. Stark?” Peter remembers.

“It can wait. You’re my top priority right now.”

Peter blushes. “Oh.”

Tony’s bed feels like paradise. It’s so comfortable.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Of course, Peter.”

This last morning was so cold and lonely. The whole apartment was empty and depressing to be in. And now, Peter is warm again.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah?”

…

“I love you…”

Peter is rather sleepy, so he doesn’t have to worry about these words until later.

He does faintly get to hear the response.

“I love you too, buddy.”

And just that is enough for Peter to fall asleep in peace.

[sokoviansimp]

I have an idea for The Package au series!

So, Peter Parker wants to bring reader to hangout with him and his friends. Even though reader and Peter both really want to go, Wanda says no. Maybe because Peter is young and so she doesn’t trust him like she did with Bucky and Sam? Anyway, Peter decides to sneak you out when Wanda and Tony and everybody else is sleeping. What’s the harm if he brings you back before anybody notices you were gone right? Reader has a great time with MJ and Ned.

So what’s the problem? You and Peter accidentally fell asleep at Ned or MJ’s house. The next morning, Peter wakes reader up and is rushing to get back home, freaking out the entire time. When you guys get back, everyone is already awake. Peter gets in trouble by Tony for sneaking out and by Wanda for bringing you out without permission. Wanda is so worried but reader is just like, “I had so much fun last night :)”

I can’t wait to see what happens next in The Package au!!!!! <3

Mission: Sneak out

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Peter wants to take you to meet MJ and Ned but Wanda says no.

✒ Tags and Warnings : none?

✒ Author's Note : My first Anon request!! I was so excited to write this, it really came at the perfect time as I was losing inspiration for writing since I used to bounce ideas and brainstorm fics with a friend that I no longer speak with. Anyway, thank you! And I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying the series, I hope you like this installment. I am so sorry it took so long 🥲

✒ Word Count : 2299

✒ Read Time: 11 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

”Come on, Wanda, please!” Peter pleaded

“No, Peter. It’s just not safe for her to be out of the compound alone. She’s still adjusting to being here and she doesn’t have her powers fully under control yet” She stated, shattering Peter’s plan of bringing you to build legos with MJ and Ned. Though MJ had no interest in the legos really, she would just hang around to banter and spend time with the boys. “Why don’t you have your friends come here?” Wanda offered.

“Mr. Stark won’t allow it” Peter dropped to the couch, defeated.

Wanda didn’t take any joy in seeing Peter this way but she had to stand her ground, it was just too dangerous for you to be out of the compound with a bunch of teenagers. You just weren’t ready for something like that yet. 

Eventually, Peter had to break the news to his friends. The next day, they were all sitting together at lunch so he decided that was as good a time as any. Ned was bummed you wouldn't be able to tag along, but MJ didn’t bat an eye, “so, sneak her out.” she said like the answer was blatantly obvious. Ned and Peter were both equally taken aback by this, “what? No way, I- I couldn’t I mean Fr-” Peter begins to ramble and gets cut off by MJ, “It’s simple, tell her you’re going on a secret mission and then return her before morning, Wanda would never even know. You’re Spider-Man, what could go wrong?” 

“No, I couldn’t” Peter mulls it over in his head still. 

“I knew you two were losers,” MJ quips as she walks away. 

The two boys are left sitting in silence at the lunch table for a bit before Ned speaks up first, “I mean- she does have a point, you are Spider-Man”

“Ugh, not you too Ned. Wanda would kill me if anything happened to Y/N, have you ever seen Wanda angry? The last time I saw her angry, she threw a car at Mr. Stark.” Peter frantically explains

“Ok, ok. I’m just saying, nothing would go wrong. We’re just building legos.” Ned rebutted. 

“I guess.” the web-slinger considered. 

After mulling it over in his head for a few days, he decided to go with MJ’s plan. They were just building legos, it’s not like they were traveling to another state or something, and deep down Peter wanted to impress the girl. So he crafted up a convincing-looking letter, convincing enough for a kid anyway. The letter was a creative way for Peter to convince you to keep the plan a secret. To you, this was a stealth mission that you were hand-picked to complete. If Peter had just asked you to sneak out with him and not tell Wanda, he knew you’d either crack under the pressure or feel too guilty. 

With the letter hidden in one of the lego sets you had already built with him, the plan was in motion. Later that day he asked you to play with the set and you stumbled upon the crumpled-up piece of paper. 

“What's dis?” you ask tugging on it until became free. The note had a large red stamp that said Top Secret in the upper right corner. Peter put on a stellar performance as he investigated it with you and read it aloud. 

“Y/N: Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to evade detection while leaving the compound premises tonight at 8 pm EST with Agent Parker. Once clear, proceed southbound toward Main St. Await further instructions. Tell no one.”

“A mission?” you were both excited and confused.

“What do you say, Y/N?” Peter asked with the note still in his hand. 

“Why us?” you wondered. You’re just a kid, why were you being recruited for a mission? Maybe this is your Harry Potter moment. These thoughts kept swirling around in your head.

“I don't know, but it was even hidden in our legos, whoever sent it knew how to contact us secretly, seems important.”

“Okay, I’m in” you smiled excitedly.

“Great! I’ll come get you after you go to bed tonight then, and we can’t tell Wanda,” he explained. 

You nodded in agreeance with the plan, “When will we get more notes?” 

“Probably after we finish this one.”

Wanda puts you down for bed around 7 and you end up dozing off before Peter comes to retrieve you. He shakes you gently until you start to stir. 

“Y/N, it's me,” Peter whispers, “are you still up for the mission?”

You jolt up excitedly, nodding in response, whatever drowsiness sent you to dreamland before is immediately wiped away as you are ready to embark on your adventure with your friend. The two of you sneakily start to make your way out of the compound, making sure that every room is empty before entering. Once the two of you successfully navigated to the door, Peter directs you in the correct direction. 

“We made it!” you exclaim.

“We did, now we just have to find the next note” Peter explained.

You continued southbound from the compound with your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. As you passed an alleyway, you glanced down it and then thoughts of all the different things that may lurk in the dark corners quickly took over as you hurried toward the brightest part of the sidewalk. 

About a block later, you come across an envelope taped to a tree. Immediately, you run up to the tree and tear the envelope off, “Found it!” you exclaimed holding the note high in the air for Peter to see. 

“What’s it say?” Peter asks as you hand the note over to him to read. 

“It says we have to go to this address” he points out

Peter’s place isn’t far from the compound so it doesn’t take long to get there. The trip there was pretty tame, except you noticed a rat scurrying across the sidewalk on the other side of the street and then seconds later a grey cat scurried out from behind a bush as it played the game of chase with the rat. 

“What do we do now?” You asked as the two of you walked up to the door to the address on the note. 

“We go in” Peter states

“Are you going to climb in a window? OH, or climb onto the roof?” You brainstorm ways that Spider-Man could get into places as Peter unlocks the door and walks in. 

“I was thinking of using the front door” he states plainly as a joke. 

“How- how did you do dat?” You asked wondering if all superheroes just had universal keys to the city or something. 

“I live here,” Peter explained as Ned and MJ shouted “Suprise” 

You’re visibly confused as Peter takes you over to the dining room table with the legos, “There’s one more note here, Y/N” he points out for you to read. 

You take the note out of the envelope to find the word “Build” written on it. You understand it immediately as you turn to the three others in the room for an explanation, “We’re building legos?” you question. 

“Yea, I wanted you to meet my friends. This is MJ and Ned.” Peter introduces. 

“MJ? And Ned? Da ones you always talk about?” you wonder

Peter blushes, “I- I mean I don’t always talk about them. But yea, this is them.” 

Ned and MJ make their way over to the table with you, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Ned offers.

“You too”

The three of you are engrossed in the lego building for a couple of hours as MJ plays on her phone and keeps the boys on their toes as they miss build steps. Once 10 o'clock rolls you start yawning enough for Peter to realize he should probably bring you back to bed. 

“Are you ready to head back, Y/N” he asks

You thought about it for a second, you were so engrossed in the legos that you didn’t even realize how tired you were. Once you realized you were ready for bed, you nodded in agreeance. 

Before you knew it, you were headed back to the compound. 

“Did you have fun?” Peter asks as you continue your trek home.

You nod in response, “I wike your fwiends” you noted, “especiawly MJ, shes rewly pwetty”

Peter smiled at your response, “She is really pre-” he’s cut off as you’re both startled by the sound of a gunshot coming from a store that you're passing by. Peter immediately jumps into action as he finds a place for you to hide, “Stay here, I'll be right back” he mentions as he runs toward the area of the gunshot. 

You stay put for a few minutes until you remember that the whole reason you were out with Peter tonight was for a mission. Maybe it was all leading to this, or maybe you just wish it was, after all, you came out tonight to be a hero. So that’s exactly what you plan on doing, you and Peter are partners in this mission, and you’re not going to let him sideline you, so you move toward the store. 

When you walk in, you see Peter fighting 4 different guys at the same time and you try to find something that will allow you to help him. There are products scattered all over the ground from the men being knocked into the shelves. You pick up the nearest item and throw it at the bad guy closest to you. It wasn’t until then that anyone even noticed your presence. The man laughs and immediately grabs you, “What do we have here? Is Spider-Man sending kids to do his dirty work now?” he snarks. 

“Let me go!” you struggle

“Y/N! I told you to stay put!” Peter scolds as he continues to kick everyone’s ass. 

“We’re partners, I help” you defended.

As you tried to justify why you came in to help, one of the men motioned for your captor to leave through the back with you in tow. He scurried out as quickly as possible while you thrashed back in forth in his arms to try and break free. Once the black-haired man had you outside, all the courage you had built up to go and help your friend quickly turned to fear. Your courageous yells soon became cries for help as you could no longer see your friend, Peter. 

Before the man could get you into a van, the fear took control over your body to unleash a shockwave, breaking you free from his grip. With the man unconscious on the ground, you ran as fast as you could back to the safe spot that Peter had left you in. Minutes later, after Peter finishes up with the men inside the building, he rushes to the back to look for you. Relieved is an understatement, he sees the man lying knocked out on the ground and he knows you must’ve gotten away. The only issue now is, where did you go? 

“Karen, are you seeing any traces of where y/n headed?” he inquired to the artificial intelligence in his suit. 

“Size 3 footsteps indicated on the infrared scanner show that she most likely headed northeast,” Karen informs as she overlays the infrared scanner into Peter’s field of view. 

“Perfect! Maybe she headed back to the spot I left her in earlier” 

Once Peter finds you, he checks you over to make sure you’re ok; and while you are very shaken, physically you are fine. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, Y/N.” Peter scolds as the two of you begin walking back towards to compound again. 

“I sorry, I- I just thought dat I should help cuz we’re on a mission togeder” 

He can’t help but smile at that, “You’re going to be a great Avenger one day”

“I am?”

“Yea, but listen, no one else at the compound can know what we were up to tonight” He reminds you

“Right, right. It’s a secret mission. I renember.” you state nodding you head in agreeance. 

When the two of you pull up to the compound, Peter scales the side of the building with you on his back, until he reaches your room. His plan, however, is ruined when your window is completely locked from the outside with no way to get in. Karen can’t even get it open as there is an override to keep it shut from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

His only other option is to take you back in through the front entrance. That should be ok though, after all, that is the way that you two escaped in the first place. The entrance is clear, all is looking good until they reach the common room. Tony and Wanda are just sitting there waiting for you. Peter stands there frozen for a second until Tony finally breaks the silence. “You wanna tell me where the two of you were or should I ask Karen?” he states dryly as you leave Peter to run with your arms toward Wanda. She stands from the couch to engulf you in a comforting hug as she lifts you up, “Hey, detka, are you okay?” She says removing the strands of hair from your face to thoroughly look you over. 

You nod as you nuzzle into her shoulder. It was far past your bedtime and it only took a slight bit of comfort from Wanda to remind your body of how exhausted you were. “I’m going to bring her up to bed. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.” She says as she shoots a glance laced with daggers at the man of webs.

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Florence - Chapter Seven

It's Harry and MJ's wedding day, and you feel a million different emotions at once. Happiness, fear, an urge to never part from Peter's side. Finally, you come to a resolution about you and Peter's burgeoning relationship, ecstatically so.

Wedding stuff, ceremonies and reception, lots of emotions, cheesy romantic things (kissing, overly dramatic proposal stuff), smut (riding + lots of tension coming to a head (pls skip over this segment if you're uncomfortable)), I can't believe this took so long to write

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Peter feels elated. On top of the world, even.

Yeah, it was just a kiss– hardly the most invigorating, erotic thing he could’ve done– but, as cheesy as Peter feels when he thinks this, it was a kiss with you.

“Ugh.” He smacks himself in the face, cringing at how much he loves these intense feelings. He’s lying in his bed– the villa bedroom that was selected for him was perfect, down to the mattress that keeps Peter’s back pain at bay– but he can’t help but grin bashfully under his hands.

You had had the same sort of look yesterday. After Peter had finished kissing you, MJ had come and stolen you away for more bridesmaid duties– speeches, readings at the church, etc. – and despite your shy small smile, your hand clinging onto his as MJ dragged you away with a very questioning, sly look, he had to let you go. Unfortunately so.

Peter knows he loves you. He spent most of the night tossing and turning, thinking about how to properly ask you to be his girlfriend, his partner, his significant other. To be the one that he knew you were back when the two of you were just kids. 

He was just too stupid to see it.

Hell, even Logan told him that it was obvious. After years and years, he apparently always wondered when one of you would make the first move and get it over with. This was coming from the guy who couldn’t bear to ask out Ms. Grey and ended up ending it over nothing, too.

Peter clambers out of bed, rubbing his face, getting ready to brush his teeth, knowing that because he’s known you for so long– his method of asking you to make things official would come naturally.

/

You’re watching the sun rise over the gorgeous trees and groves of the villa, leaking through the windows of the house. Your room has a teeny balcony– you never noticed it before since a table obscured the door, and it’s a lovely space to spend time thinking before the wedding.  

Outside, a cool breeze makes your hair loose, blowing away strands lightly, and you feel at peace. You feel glad to be here.  

Siena is quite beautiful… but you’re very excited to actually go back to Florence today. It’s the best part of Italy to you, and you share too many memories with Peter to not want to be there with him today. 

Especially after he kissed you. You find yourself blushing, but that’s okay. It’s too special for you to know how to deal with– you’re finding that you’re easily flustered, going over countless memories of sunny beaches and ice cream and studying algebra and Italian architecture, cobblestone streets and sun dresses and tanned skin that always stayed with you long after you would come home to the cold autumn airs of New York.

But the best part was that Peter would always be with you throughout it all. Not just in Florence, but in high school, at home, being neighbours and bothering each other all time. You never had to have a break from him– he was like your own personal summer vacation.

You know you have had your moments, pulling away, feeling stupid and neglected– the sorrow you feel is fairly terrible– but the gratitude, the satisfaction you have from having Peter next to you now is unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. 

You wonder if Peter feels the same, that he’s feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions all at once– love, affection, but also fondness, familiarity, relief– you hope so. You want to talk to him again.

You didn’t sleep very well last night, and you know that’s bad for the wedding– but you’re not tired at all. No, no. 

For the first time in your life, you feel really awake.

“Howlett?” Peter’s voice calls, and you turn– you stumble for a moment.

“Hey, watch it!” Peter comes through your grabs your forearm, steadying you. You weren’t in any risk of falling over the railing of the balcony, but Peter’s got that strange sense, and his brown eyes peer into yours, checking to see if you’re okay.

Once he feels that you are, his gaze softens and he settles into a smile. His brows furrow as he grins at you.

He’s still wearing PJs, as are you– clearly you weren’t the only one struggling to stay away.

“I– I’m okay.” You hold his hand, trying not to beam. “You didn’t have to do that, but thanks.”

“Couldn’t exactly let my girlfriend fall off the balcony, could I?” Peter ruffles your hair, and you feel an alarming amount of excitement and earnestness at his words. “Not after I finally got one.”

“Hey.” You point your finger at Peter’s chest, and he raises his hands in an oh-ho, let’s see what you have to say sort of way, and you can’t help but smirk a little even if you’re mock glaring at him. “You’re admitting that it could’ve been any girl? And you would’ve been happy?”

“Oh, Howlett.” Peter reaches over and tries his best not to snicker– he fails– as he starts this overly romantic, purposefully terrible soliloquy to you. “It could only be you. I’d walk across a thousand burning coals for you. I’d reach up into the sky and take the moon and give it to you. I’d rake my balls through shredded glass just for the chance to kiss your sweet, chapped lips.”

You cackle at that, and Peter giggles while holding you close, holding your face.

“Okay, okay. I get it.” You laugh, and you shake your head at him. “What’s with the use of girlfriend, anyways? When did you ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“Was it not obvious yesterday?” Peter purses his lips. “Should I kiss you again, and make it more clear?”

Peter leans in but you stop him with your hand, and he kisses your hand anyways. 

Licks it, too. 

“Yuck.” You shake your hand away. “You can’t just claim me like a primitive man-ape, Peter. You gotta make it official, properly. I’ve waited too long for this moment for you to go and just make it so.”

“Oh, really?” Peter looks bemused. “You spent a great many algebra study sessions fantasizing about me, huh?”

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes, and Peter pushes down the urge to kiss your endearingly annoyed expression. 

“Okay. Deal.” Peter takes you by the hand, and leads you inside. “Do you think we have time for a morning coffee?”

/

It’s a very hectic time to go and sneak away like this.

MJ is currently doing an intense skincare regimen– she enjoys it a lot typically, but in this case it’s to give her a wedding glow– numerous products are slathered on as she lays on her bed. Face, arms, legs covered.

She gives you the okay to go, as long as you’re back in five minutes to help her get dressed, and Peter promises it will take two.

Peter makes his coffee– it’s easy, it’s just black with no sugar or cream– but for you he adds in a lot of sweetness and sugar and cream and even if you don’t usually take your coffee that sweet, you appreciate it anyways. 

“You used to drink it like this in high school.” Peter admits sheepishly, and you know he’s right– it’s cute how he remembers that.

/

MJ is so glad you’re back, shooing Peter away to the groom’s side of the house. As two makeup artists work on her hair, her face, her skin, working in even more products and massaging her muscles (MJ is so particular about reducing her frown wrinkles) she feels relaxed, luxurious, amazing… if not for the fact that she’s having wedding panic.

“Seriously, what if Harry gets cold feet again?” MJ blinks her deep green-blue eyes, tears hanging onto her pale, mascara-less eyelashes. “I knew we should’ve waited a few years. He’s been so worried about his father, about everything with Oscorp… God, I’m so fucking stupid!”

“MJ– No.” You shake your head. “You’re just freaking out. Deep breaths, Mary Jane.”

She inhales somewhat dramatically, but shuts her eyes, and you watch as MJ’s flushed, red skin calms into her fair, even skintone. 

“Harry wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t want to do this now.” You remind her carefully. 

“And he wouldn’t have invited his dad if things were that terrible, right?” MJ nods, and she watches as you nod, too. “Okay. Hold my hand, Lettie. It’s scarier than I realized.”

“Getting married?” You sit next to her, squeezing her palm in a warm grasp, and try to avoid the makeup artist currently applying a peachy blush to MJ’s cheeks.

“Yeah. Not to be crazy, but… it’s literally marriage. It’s Mary Jane Osborn from here on out. Mrs. MJ, wife to Harry Osborn.” MJ inhales. “I know I want to do it, but I just… I have so many nerves!”

“Pretend it’s one of your modelling shoots?” The hair stylist arranging MJ’s red hair into a loose bun chimes in, as she works in lilies through the strands.

“No… that won’t do. Thanks though, Clara.” MJ sighs. “It’s not like that. It’s just… it’s been so long since I’ve had to really… shed the image.”

“Bare your soul?” You respond, and MJ nods. “I get it. You need to be candid about your feelings.”

“Yeah, it can’t be all image work. And I just worry that I’m going to come across as a influencer woman being shallow and vain rather than, well, the real me, little MJ Watson from Queens.” MJ’s voice turns small. “I almost wish I wasn’t famous at all.”

“Too late for that, cupcake.” The hairstylist comments again, and MJ snorts despite herself. “Listen. If Osborn knows you’re being real, then that’s good enough. Outsiders are always going to judge.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You agree, and MJ swallows, before sighing with relief.

“Okay. Okay. I’m okay.” MJ fixes her glance on you. “Don’t leave me though.”

/

MJ looks perfect– even more so, in your personal taste, than she ever has during her glammed up, avant garde beauty shoots– she looks just like herself. Enhanced, a little, with her freckles still shining through dewy, glowy makeup, topped off with shimmery, sheer gold-glitter eyeshadow, and poppy red lipstick, blotted so not to be too much. She looks like your best friend, but also like… the best possible version of herself. You tell her as much.

She beams. “Thanks, Lettie. Do I look like a bride?”

“Of course!” You shake your head at her. “We just need to get you into your dress…”

MJ isn’t one to care about being nude anymore, after being desensitised to designers stripping and dressing her, and she undoes her robe with a simple pull of the strap, exposing her bare breasts and panties– you’re reminded just how much taller she is than you when she stands up straight, all legs and taut stomach, sharp collarbones and angular shoulders, muscles and bone contorting into a physique that just screams model. It’s like she was made to wear anything in an editorial context.   

“This is how I feel. Standing in that church, telling everyone I love Harry…” MJ crosses her arms, causing her tits to jut out more, and you snort, totally indifferent to her naked body. You’ve seen it a million times. “I’m going to be emotionally and spiritually naked.”

“And that’s harder than having your tits out?” You joke, but MJ points at you, seriously agreeing. “Alright, arms up.”

The dress is quite beautiful. An off-white, almost blue in tone mermaid dress, custom made by Dior, it fits MJ like a glove, snatching in at her bust, waist, and her hips, but then flaring out in an elegant a-line skirt, all silk and lace detailing. There’s quite a bit of rhinestone work from her sweetheart neckline, down to her hips, and the effect– as you pull it up on her, tightening the corset straps as she reaches around to make sure it’s all fitting– it’s like a halo glow.

Yes, as you carefully adorn MJ’s veil over her head, you feel in your heart– she’s an angel. No doubt about it.

“You look beautiful.” You grin at her, and to your surprise, MJ’s eyes water a little, and she hugs you tightly. 

“I’m so glad you came here.” MJ murmurs. “I never would’ve wanted to get married without you by my side.”

“Same. I mean, if I get married–”

“Stop that. You’re going to get married.” MJ laughs, cackles, really. “You and Peter– you guys are so meant to be. I’ve never been more glad that you two hit it off this week.”

“Even though we could be stealing the spotlight?” You joke.

“Especially if it means you’re stealing the spotlight.” MJ squeezes your arms. “You really deserve it, Lettie.”

There’s a sudden lump in your throat. Never have you ever assumed that you deserve any of the good things life throws your way– you always assume that it’s just due to luck. A cushy coding job? Luck. Being friends with Harry, who’s willing to give you a much higher salary, and MJ, who gives you the best fashion advice? Luck. Peter somehow being interested in you? Luck. What’s really special about you?

“I know that look.” MJ shakes her head. “You’re a catch, babe. Now go get dressed and blow that man’s socks off.”

“I… thought you were going to finish that sentence differently.” You admit, glad that MJ stopped your spiral into depressive thoughts. “Isn’t it ‘knock your socks off?’”

MJ shoos you out, laughing.

/

After very quickly putting on your makeup, It’s not hard to dress yourself. The dress, pretty as it is, all forest-green, flowing lace and silky details that you loved from the moment you saw it, just has one simple zipper.

Unfortunately, your hands scramble for purchase– it is just out of your reach, and it’s exceedingly annoying to try and zip it from the back when you can’t see it. 

The dress is flowing loosely around you as you sigh loudly, and decide to turn towards your bathroom, where you can estimate better with a mirror.

“Howlett?”

Peter comes up behind you, and you feel your skin warm. He’s too close– you’re not even fully dressed– and you hold your hands against the top of your dress, trying to stay modest.

“You’ve caught me in a fairly compromising position, I admit.” You joke quietly, and Peter chuckles.

“Maybe that was my intention.” He whispers half-jokingly, and you close your eyes, trying not to laugh or be turned on by the insinuation. “Kidding. Do you need privacy? I can go.”

“No, no, I need your help.” You mutter. “Could you just– zip up the back of the dress? I can’t reach it.”

“Of course.” Peter gently grasps the zipper, and you feel his hand press against your lower back, the heat emanating through the silk fabric, and with one fluid motion, he zips you up, the dress fitting perfectly, no longer free flowing but now clearly draped and styled in a way that accentuates the way you look.

Peter twists your shoulders so you’re facing him, and with an uncustomary amount of emotion, feels his breath hold. You look so gorgeous– so stunning, in a way he almost feels reverent when he looks at you– and he cannot help but voice it.

“Wait, you look– amazing–” You had no idea Peter was wearing his suit already. He looks dapper, sweet, calming. 

“Me? Oh man, Howlett. You look so pretty. I don’t even–” Peter harshly swallows. “It almost makes me regret never taking you out to prom.”

“It’s alright, Peter. This can be our do-over.” You kid with him, but he’s still solemn.

“Why was I so stupid?” Peter scowls at himself, and you get the feeling he’s actually going to be upset about this for a long time. “I couldn’t even see what I had, Howlett. You should’ve smacked me upside the head.”

“No, that’s too harsh.” You snicker at his antics. “It’s okay. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. If anything, it kind of… brought us closer together? Right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Shared trauma.” Peter laughs to himself, but he leans in a little closer. “Sorry, I gotta make up for lost time.”

Before you can admonish Peter for trying to ruin your lipstick, he’s already pulling your face forward in a strong, firm kiss, his lips pressing against yours without preamble or hesitation, and he holds you there– while you feel your insides turn warm, all jelly like, as Peter strokes your hair and face and jaw. He lets go for just a moment– but still presses cute, short kisses against your mouth, little pecks, really, and then he actually stops.

Peter’s lips are that soft red colour you picked out for yourself– he’s basically eaten your lipstick off.

“How many kisses do you need until you feel it’s enough for all the years you missed?” You tease him, gently wiping away at his lips. 

“Honestly, Howlett, it’s never gonna be enough. Seriously, you’re going to want to invest in a real good lip balm treatment because I am going to kiss your lips off.” Peter proves his point by kissing your fingers as you’re wiping his lips, and you snort.

“Real smooth.” You pull out your lipstick and re-apply. “You’ll get tired of it eventually.”

“No.” Peter’s serious. “I’m not gonna get tired of getting to kiss you. It’s a privilege and I can’t take it for granted, so…”

He presses a kiss to the top of your hairline, not wanting to mess up your makeup again, and together you leave to downstairs in the foyer where everyone is waiting for the limo, and you can witness the wedding event of the year.

/

Peter obviously sits next to you in the limo. The bridal and groom’s party are all grouped together in one giant limo, while MJ is being escorted in a very fancy, ivory white Volkswagen beetle with her parents, which will then be the newlywed’s car to drive off in, and Harry– being Harry– is driving in on a fast motorcycle, leading everyone to the Florence Cathedral.

There’s plenty of space in the limo. Gwen and Miles are taking pictures of each other using an instant camera, while Gayle and Betty gossip about some of the guests posting stories on instagram– supposedly someone is wearing white, and Gayle launches a plan to help her sister out and “accidentally” throw some red wine on the dress. 

The other groomsmen mostly keep among themselves. You blink and realize that you’ve never really conversed with them– they’re mostly Harry’s friends and they have their own stuff to talk about. 

Betty offers to take a picture of Gwen and Miles– somehow turning out stunning under her adept fingers, with just a smartphone camera– and you know that’s why MJ loves her. The one time Betty shot MJ for the highschool newspaper, it was all over from there– it basically launched her career after it went viral.

Then Betty turns the camera towards you and Peter. “Smile for the camera, Howlett. You too, Parker.”

She’s as deadpan as ever, but you and Peter lean into each other over the seats, smiling with not a hint of irony. You’re happy.

The film prints out, and Betty holds it away from the light, shaking it a little, and as the image appears, she hands it to you two.

“Wow.” Peter traces the edge of the photo. “This is… maybe better than my photography skills, somehow.”

“I know that’s a real compliment if it’s coming from your egotistical ass, Parker.” Betty sniffs, and shuffles away to gossip with Gayle again.

“Howlett, you’re so…” Peter inhales and sighs, as if he really can’t believe he’s around you, and you feel yourself blush. “I’m putting this in my jacket pocket. Just as a sweet memory.”

“Aw, you sap.” You giggle, and Peter laughs.

/

There are loads of people in the Florence Cathedral, all admiring the architecture, the religious art pieces, the tile work. Far more people than you would’ve accounted for– but then you remember that many of these guests are not staying at the Villa. You see more models, more tech billionaires, but also…neighbours, friends, family. Sweet memories connected with all of these people.

To your surprise, your father is already at the church, having left with Norman an hour ago. He’s conversing with a mature, pretty redhead that you recognize instantly.

“Oh my god– Ms. Grey?” You shove Logan out of the way, and he grumbles but smiles to keep up appearances. Jean fixes him a glance that totally tells you she knows about his grumpy history, and she likes it. “You’re here?”

“Of course I am.” She’s wear a teal blue dress, light gold heels, and somehow, despite a few wrinkles and spots– she still looks like your second grade teacher. “You’ve grown up into a lovely young woman, Howlett.”

“She has.” Logan pats your shoulder, looking the part of a proud father. Actually, if you really look into his eyes– you can see that they’re wet.

“Oh… thank you.” You swallow sincerely, hoping you won’t make your father cry. “You look very nice, too, Ms. Grey.”

“Yeah. I agree.” Peter chimes in from behind you, sounding very… wistful. You giggle.

“Oh wow. I never would’ve expected you to be so tall now, Peter!” Jean pinches his cheek. “Thanks.”

Peter is definitely fulfilling some childhood fantasy right now, with how deeply he’s blushing, you think. But you still ask Jean why she’s here.

“Oh, my dear, you don’t know?” She laughs. “I’m MJ’s aunt. Well, more like a family-friend aunt. Not really related. But still.”

“Wow, really?” You want to ask more questions, but the church bells have started ringing.

 “Well, I must go take my seat now. Thanks for being such darling students, my dears.” Jean Grey leaves you two– not before giving Logan a rather loaded, heated look. Maybe slightly inappropriate for church. 

“You’re probably not going to wash that cheek, are you?” Logan teases Peter, scratching his own jaw. “Don’t blame you.”

“Why don’t you go after her, Dad?” You cross your arms. “Why not just… try?”

“It’s not that simple, kid.” 

“Sure it is.” Peter holds Logan’s shoulder– and to your surprise, Logan doesn’t shove him off. “You told me not to give up on Howlett–”

“I told you not to break her fucking heart again, Parker.”

“Okay, same thing applies here. Why end things with Ms. Grey? Because you think you’re not good enough? You’re a washed up veteran?” Peter scoffs.

“Watch it…” Logan warns him.

“Right, right. Sorry. Have you ever thought that maybe Ms. Grey’s waiting for you to make a move? Maybe you’re giving up because you’re sabotaging yourself.” Peter shakes his head. “You don’t deserve to be alone after… after…”

“My namesake.” You flatly comment.

“Yeah, her.” Peter’s eyes soften, and Logan actually seems to be listening. “Give yourself a chance, Logan.”

“Wow. Normally I’d have to beat your ass for talking so disrespectfully to me, Parker.” Logan exhales. “But even I can admit you’re not… wrong. I’ll think about it.”

And Peter flashes that smile at you, that overly confident, I-just-fixed-it smile that you absolutely adore.

/

Peter lends you his arm as you walk down the aisle again, slow, smooth, everything moving as it should. It feels strangely perfect, in a way that you’ve never felt that your life was, and you can’t help but grin at people– they smile back at you, too. 

You catch little details in the church pews– floral details, lace and chiffon draping over seats, and a candlelit glow make everything seem particularly magical. The Cathedral’s artfully designed dome and tilework lends itself well to the feeling that something spiritual, something momentous is about to occur. 

The gold chain bracelet MJ gifted you a few days ago glints against your wrist– as Peter’s does, too. You wonder if MJ and Harry planned that together. Some sort of pre-engagement ring type of deal.

Peter smiles at you once you part at the altar. Really, he kind of– chokes out a smile, a huge grin that he can’t help but convey towards you. And you know that you love him.

The rest of the wedding party walks in, MJ being the very last. You watch as a silence falls over the people of the church, a hush of emotion and awe, to finally see the bride on her big day. MJ looks sweet, reverent and graceful, and she grasps her parents’ arms tightly, while Harry catches her eyes, and you can see his adam’s apple bob up and down. Maybe Harry’s getting soft.

The priest begins the wedding service for real. MJ looks pleased, nervous, obviously running on nerves, while Harry is bashful, shy, like a little boy again. 

Before you know it… it’s over. You and Peter are called over to be witnesses to the wedding document, and you sign it, feeling an air of relief, some sort of satisfying completion to this wild journey.

Harry dips MJ– tall as she is– at the front of the church, in a sweeping kiss that has people clapping and cheering.

/

The Villa is full of thumping music when you arrive back. People are already dancing, swaying, eating, drinking, either in the outdoor garden space, or inside the house itself.

But you only want to be with Peter. You’re not even spending time with the other bridesmaids– but Gwen, Betty and Gayle seem to understand deeply about your affection for Peter, and they let you go with smiles that seem to know something. 

Peter and Harry are already taking tequila shots at the bar, wasting no time, and Harry’s mouth stretches into a large smile when he sees you. “Hey, speak of the devil!”

He motions for you to come over.

“You guys were talking about me?” You snort, and Peter turns a little pinker.

“Duh, as if this guy can talk about anything else.” Harry playfully punches Peter. “Howlett, you might have to marry him, or he’s never gonna shut up.”

“Uh… yeah, that’s just my drunk brain talking. I don’t mean any pressure.” Peter tries to excuse himself by drinking another random shot. 

“He doesn’t know I want to marry him too.” You whisper to Harry. “Since ninth grade, I think.”

“He’s a dude, Howlett. Coming from another dude– we are blind sometimes.” Harry passes you a shot. “Have you made things official yet? Settled the deal?”

“That’s the business talk coming out.” You joke, and Harry laughs.

“True. But trust me, Peter can be dumb. Until you really… make it official, he’s not gonna believe that you’re into him of all people. He’s really insecure.” Harry sounds distant, sad, as Peter continues talking to the bartender, totally oblivious.

“Oh. I told him that he has to ask me to be his girlfriend before I really agree to it.” You respond, and Harry shakes his head with a wry smile.

“Who’s the one with the business talk now?” He laughs, and you shrug as if you really are that shrewd.

“I think I’ve suffered long enough.”

“That, you have.” Harry cheers to that and hands you a shot, which you drink gratefully.

/

After a bit of erratic, half-drunk dancing– whatever DJ was hired for this is amazing at picking songs that force you to, at the very least, bop your head– Peter pulls you aside.

“What’s up?” You ask him, still a little sweaty and frazzled from the music.

“I want to get some water. Like the icy water from the fridge? Just to sober up a little.” Peter shrugs, and you glance upwards at him.

“You really need me to be there for that?” You raise your eyebrows, and Peter scrambles for a response.

“Well… I… uh, I just want you there. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Peter admits, and you snicker.

“I will. I needed a break from dancing, too.”

Together you stroll through the garden, up to the backyard doors of the house, laughing about how fun everything is, and you really meander– taking a lot of time to stare at Peter, and him at you– and you don’t notice something is off until Peter pulls you to the side, just behind the bar counter of the kitchen.

“Wh–” You cut yourself off, watching a deep-red ponytail bob up and down at rapid speed, with gusto. Tan shoulders and just a hint of bare breasts coming up past the counter, where you can see her. 

It’s definitely Ms. Grey. Uh… Jean. You can just make out the edge of her side profile from beyond the counter, as she convulses on the floor, riding someone unseen, and she moans, “Logan, oh my god, Logan–!”

Peter pulls you away by the hand, down the hallway and into a random closet, before you can let yourself fully grasp the idea of potentially seeing your father deep in the throes of passion. You are so glad you didn’t see or hear anymore than that.

“Damn. When I told Logan to go for it… I didn’t think he’d do that.” Peter comments after shutting the door, and you, despite your very childish horror at the whole thing, start giggling. Peter smiles, and you can tell he’s trying to cheer you up.

“I mean… at least he’ll be getting over my namesake.” You raise your eyebrows. “You think Ms. Grey wants to be my mom?”

“Howlett, I’m pretty sure Logan is about to make her one. Without your involvement.” Peter replies drily, and from how clearly you can hear the rasp in his throat, you can tell this closet must not be very big.

You laugh, a little awkwardly now, because you’re still not used to being so close to Peter, not in this context anyways. A dark, shady closet, where it’s just the two of you, feeling body warmth emanate from each other. Peter’s breaths are hitting somewhere around your hairline, and if you came any closer– you’re sure you would be enveloped by his chest.

“Peter, did you bring me here just to get some alone time?” You tease.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that water.” Peter leans in a little, and you get the sense that he’s actually holding himself back. “But to be honest, Howlett? You’re a pretty good alternative.”

“Right. Because I’m curing your thirst.” You roll your eyes, and Peter laughs.

“See, this is what I love about you. You always know what I’m about to say.” Peter says, and he watches you, in the near darkness of the closet, tense a little. 

Peter searches around for a light switch, and finds it. A tiny, yellow bulb lights up in the centre of the room, and you realize the closet is bigger than you thought.

A chaise lounge, grey in color, is off to the side.  

“I just wanted to see you.” Peter answers the question he knows you were about to ask. 

“Oh.” You smile up at him, but there’s still uncertainty in your posture.

“Howlett, what’s wrong? Am I being too much?” He looks into your eyes, and you just don’t know how to answer.

“No. I just… I’m bad at this.” You grow shy under Peter’s watchful eye.

“So am I.” He takes your hand. “But you know what? It’s time to be adults about this. I’m gonna reiterate it, I love you.”

Something about his emphasis on the word love has you spluttering and laughing, and Peter repeats it anyways, in different stresses and tones, “I love you. I LOVE YOU. I love you. I love you, Howlett.”

“I know, I know. I love you too.” It spills out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, but Peter grins eagerly and nods. “You’ve already told me that before.”

“You mean when I was drunk a couple days ago, right? Well I meant it then, and I mean it now.” Peter nods firmly. 

“Do you remember that you’ve kissed me before, too?” You ask just out of curiosity, and Peter turns a little pink before admitting that he does.

“Who could forget the beach sunscreen kiss? I still think of that as my first one.” Peter laughs quietly. “But yesterday was more… um…”

“Real.” You whisper, and Peter nods again, this time with a little more agitation in his eyes, and you watch him mull over something, obviously thinking about kissing you after speaking about it, and you know you want to after the heated memories of yesterday, and his eyes glance towards your mouth, before he decides on it.

Peter sweeps you up in a kiss that’s far more lustful and tense, grasping around your waist and hips as he pulls you in, and you feel his lips soften against yours, melting as you feel a rhythm occur naturally. You kiss him back and you know that knowing Peter for so long has enabled you– it’s like the two of you were made to be together.

He kisses down your neck, and pulls down the silky front of your dress– as much as it will allow, at least– and kisses soft, open mouthed kisses against your cleavage, which causes you to writhe against him a little. Eventually Peter finds the zipper of your dress and pulls it down halfway, allowing him to really dip his mouth against your bare breasts, and you groan as Peter lightly sucks on your nipple.

“...Jesus Christ, Howlett…” Peter murmurs in between kissing your chest and upwards on your neck and jaw. “I don’t even… know how long I wanted to do this.”

There’s not many words to be shared from you as you feel yourself turn lightheaded, and you kiss Peter again, taking control of his mouth, relishing the feeling of his tongue swiping against yours, leading him back towards the very convenient chaise lounge chair. There, Peter discards his blazer and unbuttons his shirt, and lies back against the chair, his dick clearly straining against his pants.

You kiss him again, sitting right on his bulge, lifting your skirt a little higher so Peter can feel the shift of your bare skin against him, through the fabric pants, and his eyes roll back into his head as you kiss him, grind a little. Maybe it’s too much– Peter grabs your ass and pulls up the skirt even higher, pushing you down on his clothed bulge with too much intensity– and you feel pleasant tingles spread across your skin as his bulge presses into you, almost inside you, against the thin underwear that you’re wearing. You’re very slick– you shudder as Peter pulls down the zipper of your dress fully, and you feel his hands roam across your bare back, and then into the inside of your dress, feeling your waist and breasts. 

“I didn’t bring a–” Peter starts, as you let your hands trace up his chest, and he clearly has trouble saying no.

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m on the pill.” You say, matter-of-factly, mostly interested in staying on top of Peter until he begs for more. “Just for hormonal reasons.”

“Oh… okay…” Peter inhales as you press more kisses against his neck. “Howlett… it’s a lot for me to handle.”

“Huh?”

Before Peter can really answer, he whispers an apology before tightly gripping your waist, and he sits upright, pulling you flush against his chest. Then, as he zips off his pants– he somehow takes them off completely, leaving him in just his boxers. There’s a wet spot– and Peter is pulling his boxers off, too. 

His dick is hard, almost painfully so based on his expression, and you understand you riled him up a little too much. With one hand– Peter reaches under your skirt, and you help him pull off your underwear with shaky, sweaty hands. 

You’re aroused enough that it doesn’t hurt. When Peter slowly enters you, as you lower yourself down on him, you feel electric on the inside, some sort of satisfyingly sick combination of love and lust overtaking you, and you feel full from the pressure, feeling Peter throb inside you, and you’ve never felt so close to him as you do now, and he starts a rapid pace of thrusting into you, holding you tightly against him as he does, his thighs smacking against your ass.

You do feel pleasure, a sharp ache starting to build in your lower regions, as Peter continues to press overly hot kisses against your jaw, but you also feel loved. It doesn’t feel like a hookup, and you know it isn’t. You know as Peter wraps his arms around your waist, he’s not just using you, he really loves you.

He watches as you fall over his shoulder, having reached the peak of your climax, and Peter pulls out, letting himself finish on his own leg.

“You didn’t… have to…” You sleepily tell him.

“I know. I was just taking a precaution.” Peter whispers, and he holds you close as you fall asleep on top of him. “Love you, Howlett.”

He’s really glad this closet has a locked door.

/

The morning after the wedding, you wake up to find yourself mysteriously dressed in a oversized tee shirt, and your panties. You’re lying in your own bed, but you don’t know how you got here.

Peter is sleeping next to you. His brown hair is dishevelled, and he’s wearing a random tee shirt too. Actually, you think you recognize that from Harry’s wardrobe.

“Peter. Hey, Peter.” You shake his shoulder. “Peter Parker!”

“Huh? What’s that?” He sleepily rubs his eyes. “Oh, morning, Howlett.”

“How did we get here? After we… I mean, you know.” You blush. “What did you do?”

“Oh.” Peter lets himself get up for real, sitting up on the bed. “I waited it out until no one was near the stairs, and then I took you upstairs to your room. I changed your dress for you. There were randoms in my room, so I hope you don’t mind that I stayed in here with you.”

“Of course I don’t mind.” You wrinkle your brows, frowning. “I just wonder why you did all that even though I’m not your girlfriend.”

Peter pauses. Actually, he genuinely stills, no movement at all.

“Oh, Howlett. You scared me.” He shakes his head, before grabbing your hands. “I just kinda assumed after yesterday, you would believe that’s enough evidence.”

“Humor me.” You slightly smile as Peter agrees with a little shake of his head.

“I’ll be serious. I am serious.” Peter grows solemn. “Howlett. I’ve known you my entire life, practically. I can’t picture it being without you. The year or so that it was, was maybe the worst year of my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just appreciate you all the more now.” Peter traces your knuckles. “I’ve grown– we’ve grown up a lot. I needed that, so I could be here to ask you now. Would you be my girlfriend? My partner, if that sounds more equal and appropriate to you?”

“Yes.” You pull Peter into a hug, surely one of many from now on, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m so glad we went on this trip.”

Peter smiles fondly. He’s never been more glad, either.

“I never want to let you down again, Peter.” You admit shyly. “I hope it’s not cheesy to say I want to be around you all the time.”

“It isn’t.” Peter presses a very chaste, soft kiss against your lips, and he feels, finally, that his life is really coming together. 

So do you.

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 13: It Takes A Village

It...could have gone better. To put it gently. Quaritch held Spider’s hand all through the MRI, but it took longer than expected because he wiggled around much more than the more composed teenage Spider, resulting in unclear scans that needed to be redone multiple times. But Quaritch stayed calm the entire time. His lapse of emotional control wasn’t going to help with MJ; he’d learned that very quickly. It was going great...until it wasn’t... 

Ja was staring at the now three different sets of brain scans as Quaritch watched Spider sitting on the MRI bed, looking around the room as he kicked his feet back and forth while he waited. Sleeping all day had left him restless. How was he going to get the kid to sleep that night? 

“I’m going to need more time to really look into the differences, sir.” Ja said. The colonel expected this. There was no way for him to report on all the differences after only a few minutes. 

“Understood.” Quaritch said, his eyes moving to the new brain scans for MJ. Again. They looked like they were from a completely different person. “While you’re at it, you think you can look into that twitchin’ to the right?”  

Almost as if on cue, both recoms looked back to the boy to see his head jerk to the right and he rubbed his hand over his right eye. None of the scans had shown any physical damage to Spider’s brain but between the nose bleeds and split personalities, something more than his psyche was no longer intact. 

“Of course, sir.” Ja said, then hesitantly continued, “Do you think it possible to get a blood draw for a new panel?” 

“That really necessary?” Quaritch asked, not sure how the kid would respond to being stuck by a needle, “Same body, right?” 

“Same body, sir, but body chemistry can reportedly change in cases of the disorder. I just want to get as much info as poossibe...cover all the bases. It’s rare.  But Spi-...” Ja explained but was cut off before he could go into lecture mode. 

“Spider’s a rare case. Gotcha.” Quaritch sighed and clapped a hand on Ja’s shoulder with a look of little confidence, “Let’s see...” 

Spider looked at the recoms as they came back into the room. He didn’t mind being left alone now that the test in the ‘loud monster’ was over. He hopped off the table and smiled, “Am I ok?” 

“Yea, MJ, you’re good. Just...one more test.” Quaritch said, holding up his finger and hoping his quiet, slightly pleading, tone would garner some sympathy and obedience. He started to hate how he’d promised the kid something to eat but it had been over an hour since then. He didn’t want the boy to stop trusting him because he wasn’t keeping his word in a timely manner. 

“Again?” Spider asked, his shoulders dropping. He sighed and asked in a low voice, “Are you sure I’m not sick...?” 

Quaritch nodded and held out his hand for Spider to take. He was happy when the boy didn’t even hesitate, and they followed Ja into a different room. Ja immediately went to pull on a pair of latex gloves and gather the necessary equipment as Quaritch patted a bench and said with an encouraging nod, “Right here, tiger. MJ?” 

Spider had tightened his grip on the recom’s large hand that engulfed his and paled as he stared at the medic. Clearly, he recognized what was about to happen. He shook his head and stammered out, “I-I’m not sick. I’m ok. I don’t need this test.” 

“MJ, it’s gonna be alright. Just a little pinch-...” Quaritch tried to explain. 

“I’m not sick, you said so!” Spider repeated, trying to pull his hand loose. The colonel instinctively tightened his grip and the boy tried to push the hand off. 

“It’s ok if you’re scared, MJ, I promise it’ll be over before you know it.” the colonel said, suddenly feeling out of his element and wishing Wainfleet was still there. What the hell was the last name of the superhero the kid liked...? 

“Kehe!” Spider shouted. From their previous training in basic Na’vi linguistics, they already knew this meant ‘no’. Quaritch knelt as Spider pulled back into a corner, still holding his hand firmly. Damn it, those brown eyes were glossing over again with tears. Spider seemed like the type of wild child who could walk off every bump and scrape but afraid of a tiny needle? 

“MJ.” Quaritch said, equal parts calm and firm, “Why are you scared?” 

“Because you’re gonna make me!” Spider cried out in response. He was trying really hard to pull his hand free, but Quaritch wasn’t going to risk him running off again. The colonel appraised the scared child, thinking about his reason. Because they were ‘gonna make him’, not ‘it’s gonna hurt’? Quaritch changed tactics and loosened his grip but not letting the small hand slip through his fingers yet. 

“I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to.” Quaritch said. Spider froze but didn’t look convinced either. He mentally checked himself before asking, “Did you get scared like this before? And someone made you do it anyways?” 

Spider’s eyes dropped a bit, and he swallowed any possible answer. Even in a child-like mental state, Quaritch knew when a person was keeping their trap shut to avoid repercussions from a third party. He let go of Spider’s hand completely and he slowly started pulling at the hem of his shirt again. He glanced at Ja, who looked ready to surrender from the guilt, then back. 

Quaritch cleared his throat and asked, “How about I go first?” 

The boy looked up and after a few seconds of searching the recom’s face for a trick, he asked, “...are you sick?” 

“Nah. I’m as healthy as a horse! But it’s good to make sure. Yea?” Quaritch said as he stood up and took a seat on the bench, stretching his long, muscular arm out on the side table. Ja raised his eyebrows, silently asking if he was serious. A simple nod gave the medic his answer and he immediately started tying a rubber band around his superior’s upper arm. Though finding a good vein wouldn’t be an issue with how vascular all the recoms were with their genetically perfected bodies. 

Spider slowly walked over as Ja cleaned the area and switched out for a much thicker needle for the recom’s draw. The boy stared at Quaritch. Instead of being held down by someone much stronger, they’d let him go. Quaritch had said he wouldn’t make Spider do it. But he was doing it...so Spider wasn’t alone. 

Quaritch didn’t even flinch, not even an ear flick, when the needle went in. The boy watched the blood siphon out into a tube then Ja removed the needle and covered it with gauze. A quick piece of medical tape later, Quaritch slapped his hands on his knees and stood. 

“All done, kid, let’s go.” Quaritch said and started towards the door like that was that. But Spider didn’t move. He looked back and tilted his head, “You comin’?” 

“Yea...” Spider said, sounding confused that they were really leaving without Spider doing as he was told. He was used to some nasty consequences for not listening to Mr. McCosker. But that wasn’t happening. He wasn’t being held in tight arms while someone else made their attempt at a simple blood draw, usually missing the vein since they didn’t wait for him to calm down.  He looked up at Ja, who gave him a smile and nodded towards the door, then turned back to Quaritch. “I could...um...I could do it. The test.” 

Quaritch narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, shaking his head. He said with genuine honesty and not his usual manipulative spin, “You don’t gotta do it if you don’t want to. Maybe another time though?” 

“No, I can do it now!” Spider said in earnest. He looked back up to Ja and held out his arm so the inner elbow was facing up, “I can do it now, Johnny.” 

“Ok.” Johnny said with a chuckle, “I’ll need you to sit down, ok?” 

Spider shook his head and went to sit on the bench, pausing for a moment. Quaritch watched him put his hand over the spot that would soon get the needle then his head tweaked a bit to the right. Every time Quaritch had seen it, some dramatic shift occurred. Even though MJ was in control, would the tiny prick from the needle bring Miles to the surface? 

“MJ.” Quaritch said quickly as Spider inched toward the bench. He walked around and took a seat first then picked the boy up under the arms and turned him to comfortably sit in his lap. He took Spider’s hand in his and gently guided the arm to be stretched out on top of his own. The boy leaned back into the comfort of the recom’s chest and held onto the arm around his middle so he wouldn’t slide off. “That better?” 

Spider smiled as he nodded then looked forward as Ja got to work. Quaritch watched as well, moving his chin to rest on top of the boy’s head. Aside from a tiny instinctual flinch, the boy took the blood draw like a champ. The colonel stared at the arm lying across his own with a warm feeling in his chest. An unfamiliar emotion at its core. 

Quaritch wasn’t sure if he would’ve cared if the halls were crowded with people as he walked back to his apartment with the teenager in his arms in the quiet of the after hours. Spider had his arms wrapped around the recom’s broad shoulders and resting his head on his shoulder. Quaritch didn’t even know when, or why, he started rubbing Spider’s back. He was more than tough; the boy had to be something extraordinary to deal with whatever was going on in his head. 

“Holy shit...” was all Quaritch could say when he got back to his apartment to find, not just Wainfleet, but the WHOLE squad packed in the living room and kitchenette areas. Spider leaned back at looked at the five pairs of recoms eyes catching sight of what could only be described as unusually adorable. As well as completely shocking. 

“...I wish I had a camera.” Zdinarsk said, just as wide-eyed as the others, “That punk ass kid would never live this down...” 

Spider whipped his head back to Quaritch and whispered, “She said a bad word...” 

“...yea.” Quaritch said as he slowly put the kid down and glared daggers at Wainfleet. 

“MJ, come on in and meet the rest of the family! And I got you a late-night snack so long as none of these guys ate it on you.” Wainfleet said, using Spider as the perfect shield to avoid a reprimand for the unexpected house party. He wove the boy through the crowded space of giant blue jarheads to a grilled cheese sandwich with a thermos of hot tomato soup waiting. 

“Lyle.” Quaritch said, his second clearing his throat awkwardly before looking back. “What the hell is this?” 

“How else was I supposed to explain you went MIA because the kid’s living a childhood flashback without proving it?” Wainfleet asked innocently as he crossed his arms with a shrug. 

Quaritch rolled his eyes and shook his head. It was a pathetic excuse, but it may have sounded like an even more pathetic excuse if the rest of the squad didn’t have proof that Spider had indeed taken on a new, young-minded personality. He watched as Zdinarsk and Prager immediately got down to Spider’s level as he stuffed his face with Wainfleet’s favorite meal as a kid. The colonel was proud to see his squad curious about this new development versus the repulsion they had towards Miles. 

The colonel only let the squad linger for a short while before kicking them out of the apartment as it progressively got more and more stuffy. When he tried to convince Spider to go sleep in his own room, he was met with sad, puppy eyes. Quaritch let the boy lie in bed with him until he got tired, though that didn’t seem any time soon as the boy bombarded him with questions about the squad. 

“Are you my dad’s avatar?” Spider asked as he stared out the partially drawn blinds to the light-polluted skies of Bridgehead, staring at what stars shined through. 

“What?” Quaritch said, snapping his eyes open from the attempted sleep he was trying to encourage on the boy. He leaned up on his elbows and stared down at the boy curled into his side. “...why would you think that?” 

“Because of the bird.” Spider said with an innocent shrug as he sat up and poked at the prominent eagle tattoo on the colonel’s left shoulder. 

Quaritch was speechless, looking from the tattoo to the boy’s curious eyes. Spider knew about Miles Quaritch? He knew what his father looked like? How in the hell did he know what his father looked like? After a moment, the boy raised his hands to fidget with the oversized recom shirt he’d changed into for sleep. But before he could start the nervous habit, Quaritch put a gentle hand on them to stop it. 

“Not exactly, MJ...I’m not an avatar.” Quaritch said slowly, unsure how to explain it. Or if he even should. 

“Oh...” Spider said with a nod, but it was clear the gears were still spinning. Maybe the kid was putting together a different comparison but, given the colonel’s response earlier, he asked instead, “So...does that mean...you’re just my dad?” 

Quaritch stared again, not able to form any words. Spider was comparing himself to Quaritch the same way those half-breeds they found him with connected to Sully. He could feel his small fingers twitching under his palm at the undoubtedly creepy, silent stare the recom was giving the boy. 

“Not...” Quaritch started, slowly piecing the words together as he thought about the question, “Exactly.” 

“Oh...” Spider said, looking down at their hands. The boy didn’t look all that upset. He’d been told this before...how many ‘guardians’ told him they weren’t his father? Or mother? How many adults had brushed off this great kid as nothing more than an orphan? Nothing but a stray? 

“But I’m...tryin’ to be.” Quaritch finished. Yes, that made sense. He was taking care of the boy, applied for custody so the RDA couldn’t get their claws in him. Yea...that was it. That was all...that was enough... 

Spider smiled again and toppled forward onto Quaritch like he was doing a damn belly flop. But the colonel didn’t mind as he let the innocent one nestle in close. 

What time was it...? 

He woke up slowly, feeling unusually comfortable with the weight of arms draped around his body and holding him close. He couldn’t remember a night when he’d slept so close to someone. It was strange, but not in a bad way. Sitting up in bed, he rubbed his eyes in the dim, fake lighting coming from outside. The sun wasn’t up yet. Then he looked down at the person he felt so safe and cozy up against. And paled in the darkness of the room. 

“......what the fuck?” Spider asked himself almost silently.

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

New Year, Newborn [P.P]

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! I am so ready for what 2023 will bring and I thought how better to celebrate the new year than with a fluffy dad!peter fic. I also have some angst I might post next week but my course will be restarting so I might not have as much time. Anyway enjoy!

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: none :)

The morning seemed like any other morning, sunlight streamed onto your face unwelcomed after another restless night of sleep. It didn’t occur to you after the rush of the last week that today was anything but a new day. 

The space next to you was cold and empty. Your husband was already out of bed, having responded to the last cry of your newborn son. You wrapped your warm robe around you to guard against the cold December air and made your way to the nursery. 

The sight that met your tired eyes melted your heart; Peter was sat in the armchair next to the crib, his PJ shirt on the floor as he had skin to skin contact with his son. Those parenting books Peter had bought online the moment you had discovered you were pregnant hadn’t been such a waste of time after all. 

Light snores escaped Peter’s lips as he held Ben in his arms. Both of them looked more peaceful then they had since Ben had been born. You snuck a picture with your phone and went to go and grab breakfast as a treat for you and Peter. Parenting was hard work and you thought you both deserved a little well done treat for making it through your first week. 

Benjamin Anthony Parker had been an early Christmas present to the both of you, coming a week earlier than planned. On the 23rd of December at 3:29am a crying bundle of blue blankets was placed in your arms, blinking his eyes open for the very first time to look up at you and Peter. 

Ben’s arrival made Christmas even more hectic than it might have been. More relatives and friends wanting to come over to see the baby and give him Christmas gifts and cuddles. You luckily escaped the mandatory visit to other people’s houses for dinner and parties but you couldn’t escape the joys of newfound parenthood which included lack of sleep and time to yourself. 

Starbucks called your name as you drove past, knowing Peter would go crazy for a coffee and pastry right now. You parked up and yawned as you stepped out of your car, not even really being asked to care if you looked like a mess or not which you were sure you did. 

The door chimed as you entered, the welcoming smell of coffee and frappuccinos filling your senses as you waited in line. You noticed a familiar face working at the counter and smiled as she greeted you. 

“Well if it isn’t Mrs Parker.” 

You laughed and blushed, still not used to being called that even after a year of marriage. 

“Hey MJ. Can I have my usual and a coffee for Pete please?” You smiled, trying to fight back another yawn and grabbing a selection of pastries. MJ nodded and rung up your order. “Still working the holiday job then?” 

“Yeah but it’s only for another few weeks and then it’s back to fighting the system.” MJ smirked, taking a moment to talk to you as the queue died down. You admired MJ becoming a big shot lawyer fighting for the little guy and taking down big companies, it was hard work but if anyone could do it it was Michelle Jones. Whenever MJ was back home she took little jobs to help her family and to help pay the extensive student loans that kept piling up. 

“So any big plans for the night?” 

You looked up and blinked at her, thinking hard about what she could mean. “Unless you mean changing diapers and singing nursery rhymes for the hundredth time then no.” 

MJ smiled and handed you your drinks, squinting her eyes at you. 

“You do know what day it is right?” 

“Of course I do.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, laughing slightly. “I-it’s Thursday?” 

“Oh Y/n you really are sleep deprived. It’s Saturday and it’s New Year’s Eve.” MJ supplied, sneaking you an extra cookie before going to help another customer. 

You stared at her in disbelief. If it was New Years Eve you would have realized it sooner. Peter always got excited at New Years, saying it was the hope of a new year crammed into one night. 

“I’m going to Ned’s party if you want to come but you don’t have to.” MJ snapped you out of your trance, smiling at you as she ate her own cookie. 

“Why weren’t we invited?!” You spoke up, feeling offended since you and Peter were best friends with Ned and MJ. 

MJ bit her lip and tried not to let out a laugh, leaning on the counter. “You were. You mumbled something sleepily on the phone and then passed it to Peter who did the same thing so we figured you were too tired.” 

You hated to admit it but she was right. You couldn’t even remember taking their call or anything about a party invite. You said you would see how you felt tonight before taking your drinks and leaving with a final goodbye to MJ. 

By the time you got home Peter was already awake and giving Ben his morning feed from his bottle. You smiled and kissed his head, placing the coffee cup and pastry in front of him. 

“Thank you baby!” Peter whispered excitedly, stealing a kiss before going back to watching Ben. You ruffled Peter’s hair, noticing how tired he looked and yet how in awe he was of his son. 

You stole Ben after his bottle for a morning cuddle and held him close, giggling quietly as Peter happily ate his breakfast. He must have caught on to the expression on your face quickly because he was pausing the bite of his pastry to come and hold you. 

“Everything okay?” 

You bit your lip and nodded unsurely, leaning into Peter whilst still holding Ben close. “Yeah, it’s just- I didn’t even know it was New Year’s Eve.”

“It is?!” Peter looked at you with wide eyes, in as much shock as you were about what day it was. 

You nodded and sighed, stroking Ben’s face and smiling as he scrunched his little nose up like his Dad does. 

“Ned is having this party tonight,” You caught sight of Peter’s annoyed expression and addressed his question before he could ask it. “We were invited, we were just too tired to notice.”  

Peter tried to think back and had a brief moment of remembrance. “Shi- I mean sugar!” He quickly corrected himself and put a hand over his mouth. Peter had made up nonsense words and random ones to cover up his swears including map, witch, bam and your personal favorite fudgearoonies. Even without a child in the house it wasn’t unusual for Peter to say things like that instead of swearing. 

You giggled and gave Ben back to Peter, smiling wide as he made funny faces at him. They walked to the nursery. You went to grab your own breakfast before quickly turning back as Peter gasped and called for you. 

“What?! Is Ben okay?” Your parent senses, much like Peter’s own spidey senses went into hyperdrive as you rushed into the nursery, breathing a sigh of relief as you saw Peter was smiling and holding Ben in his arms. 

“He smiled! He smiled at me!” Peter looked at you with watery eyes, bringing Ben over to you. “And not like a gassy smile, a proper smile!” 

You remembered when Peter had been excited last time Ben ‘smiled’ only for the real reason to be discovered moments later through smell. 

You watched as Peter did his funny faces, trying to get his son to smile at him once again for you to see it. It was a perfect moment to see especially as Ben made a smile at his Dad and you could see it reach his little eyes just like Peter’s smile did when he was really happy. 

“Oh my god!” You smiled wide too and kissed Ben’s head, joining in with making funny faces so you could see it again and maybe even grab a picture of it this time. A tear fell down Peter’s cheek from pure happiness as he watched his son smile for the first time and the second and the third. 

Eventually Ben grew tired of people pulling faces at him and became fussy, wanting nothing more than to nap. You and Peter set him back down in his crib and smiled, holding each other close as you watched him fall back to sleep. Something you wished you could do at that moment. 

And Peter almost tempted you to do exactly that, getting as far as pulling you into the bedroom before the doorbell rang. You both sighed as the doorbell woke up Ben. 

Peter went to comfort Ben whilst you got the door, opening it to see May on the other side. You smiled and warned her against the doorbell to which she apologized. You could hardly stay mad at her when she was carrying what smelt like her homemade roast chicken. 

“I know parenting isn’t easy but if anyone I know can do it, it’s you two.” May comforted you, giving you a hug and expressing her worry for how tired you seemed. You insisted you were fine but she saw right through you. 

“It’s normal to be tired, babies are hard work.” May laughed and started telling stories of little baby Peter and how he was a fussy baby from the very beginning. You laughed and finally felt yourself relax for a moment as Peter walked in carrying a calmer Ben. 

“There’s my grand nephew!” May made grabby hands towards Ben for a cuddle and Peter happily handed the small baby to her. “And my grown up nephew.” May smiled and pulled Peter in for a hug as well, reiterating what she had already said to you. 

May even offered to take Ben out for a little bit of fresh air to which you gratefully accepted. Peter and you even managed to get 30 whole minutes of uninterrupted sleep, cuddled in each other's arms. 

By the time the night fell when everyone was getting ready to go out or get drunk, you and Peter were singing your son to sleep. You blamed Peter for making Ben’s favourite song a Ramones song but the way Peter sang it was enough to make up for that fact. He would never admit it but Peter’s voice was beautiful, gentle and soft. You hadn’t heard it that much until Ben was born and it was just one of the many things you were thankful that Ben had brought you. 

May’s roast chicken was all gone by the time the clock reached eleven. Ben had already woken up 3 times in the past 2 hours and you had even called May to check that nothing was wrong with him. Peter spent half of the time sitting in the small armchair next to the crib, watching Ben and humming softly to himself. You joined him and sat on his lap, cuddling into your husband’s chest. 

A loud commotion sounded from outside of your apartment, people cheering and shouting “Happy New Year!” as they celebrated. You stirred from your sleep, not even remembering having drifted off as you calmed Ben down quickly and looked out of the window. 

Ben was entranced by the stars outside and the fireworks that were going off in the sky. Colours of all kinds lighting up the dark night sky and the loud bangs, even though distant were enough to wake Peter up. 

“Hey.” He mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arms around you and kissing Ben’s head. Peter rested his head on your shoulder and looked out at the view before noticing the time. “Happy new year princess.” 

You looked at him in surprise before noticing the clock, it read 12:03. “Happy new year Petey.” 

You smiled softly and kissed Peter’s lips, a tradition you had kept up since high school. You had always been each other's New Year's kiss even when you were both too oblivious to realise how you felt about each other. 

Peter kissed you back sweetly, the taste of his lips pulling you back in for more until a tiny hand reached up to your face causing both of you to giggle. “And happy new year to you, too little guy.” 

“He already doesn’t like us kissing.” Peter joked, pecking your lips once more before blowing a small raspberry on Ben’s cheek. You giggled and did it to the other side of his face, making Ben smile once more. 

You didn’t care what the new year brought you as long as you kept hold of what was right here in your arms. That was all that mattered.

Taglist: @marvel-lock @farfrombarnes @parkerpeter24

Tagging moots: @sunflowerspidey @glowunderthemoon @the-girl-in-the-chair @seolaseoul @spideyspeaches

[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 11: No Magic

People started to file out of the building. Betty and I decided to wait a little bit until the initial group of people made their exit. We then made our way out. As we navigated through the building, Betty looked at me and frowned.

“Still want the job?” she asked. She was visibly upset about the whole thing, and I didn’t blame her. All I could do was shrug, not trusting my tongue at the moment. Anger and worry was coursing through my mind. I just wanted to go home and sleep the rest of the night off. Well, maybe just a nap – I still had to patrol tonight.

Fortunately, by the time we exited the building, Kitty was outside with her car, waiting for us. Other than a quick exchange of greetings, we didn’t say anything as we moved into the car. I let Betty have shotgun as I sat in the back. After Kitty got Betty’s address, she drove off. The ride was silent for a few minutes.

“…So... how was the press conference?” Kitty asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh, it was great,” Betty replied sarcastically. “I always wanted to find out my boss is willing to work with an ex-con just to try and take down Spider-Man.”

“Is that right?” I looked up at the rearview mirror to see Kitty giving me a look. In response, I shook my head.

“Yeah, Justin Hammer is back, and he’s somehow the head of Hammer Industries again,” I replied. “And he gave Spider-Man, you, and Craig an ultimatum. If you guys don’t submit to The Accords or just quit being vigilantes in three days, he’ll send his ‘scorpion’ after you – whatever that means.”

“Sounds like it’s going to be a good time,” Kitty commented dryly.

The car ride went quiet again until Kitty arrived outside of the building Betty lived in.

“I guess I’ll see you around Peter,” Betty said dejectedly. “…I’m sorry, I just…”

“I know,” I said reassuringly. “I know.”

Betty looked over her shoulder at me and nodded. “Good luck with your hangout with MJ tomorrow. You guys have a good night.”

“You, too, Betty,” Kitty replied as I nodded.

Betty exited the car, making sure to close the door behind her. Kitty watched her until she entered the building. She then looked at me from the rearview mirror. “So yeah, I’m not your limo driver, so I’m going to need you to get in the front seat,” she said.

“Yeah, of course.” I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me before I stepped into the front passenger seat. After I closed the door and put my seatbelt on, Kitty drove off. “So, Scott said you’d be there. How’d you feel about the press conference?”

“I didn’t appreciate being a called a sidekick and a kitten,” she quipped as she grimaced. “Got to say, though, Justin Hammer actually sounded a bit believable, since he kept it short and didn’t spend half the time sucking his own dick like he usually does.”

“…You really don’t like being called ‘kitten’ do you?” I asked with a nervous laugh.

“The only people who can call me ‘kitten’ are my folks and the guy I’m dating, and last time I checked, he’s not my father and I’m single. But enough about me – how are you holding up?”

“I’m angry and worried at the same time,” I admitted. “I was angry since this guy even mentioned Mr. Stark’s name, and as much as I want to brush him off as all talk… well, we all remember what led to the Whiplash incident. So whatever this scorpion thing is, it might be a major threat to us in three days.”

“Whatever it is, we’ll handle it,” Kitty said calmly. “Hammer tech isn’t exactly known for their quality control.”

“Yeah, but even a blind squirrel can find a nut every now and again, and I really don’t want Justin to find that nut – especially if it puts you, Craig, and Scott in danger.”

Kitty sighed. “I’m touched you care so much, but the three of us handled major threats before, and I’m sure we’ll be able to take on whatever Hammer throws at us. You don’t have to worry about us.”

“I can’t help it.” I went silent for a moment. “I know this may sound weird but …I grown attached to you guys. Other than Mr. Stark, I never really grew close with anyone who was in the hero life. And you guys accepted me. So…”

“It’s not weird,” Kitty assured. “Peter, Craig meant it when he said it. You’re one of us. So, we’ve grown attached to you, too. All I ask is that you trust us. Whatever happens, we’ll have your back. Just don’t cast another spell to erase our memories if things get tough, okay?” I cringed. Kitty looked at me. “Still too son?”

“A little bit,” I replied. “But not undeserved.” I smiled. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. So, about that date with MJ.”

I suddenly looked at her. “It’s not a date,” I corrected a little bit too quickly. “We’re just… hanging out.”

“And doing what?” Kitty questioned. She was not buying that it wasn’t a date.

“Well… I don’t know yet. I, uh…” I cleared my throat. “I didn’t think that far.”

“So, you two are hanging out with nothing planned. You guys are just going to wing it. No Ned, no Betty, no Craig, no me, just you and MJ just seeing what the night has in store for you. Am I hearing that right?”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“Sweetheart, that’s a date.”

“It’s not a date,” I insisted. “It’s…” I paused as I look out the window. “…It’s two friends that are spending quality time together. It’s no different from you and Craig.”

At that, Kitty scoffed. “Peter, I never had any type of romantic feelings for Craig, and while Craig had a brief crush on me years ago, we’re more like siblings and work spouses. But you still harbor feelings for MJ. And I’m pretty sure she likes you, too. So, no matter how you want to phrase it, it’s a date.” I couldn’t respond to that. I took in a deep breath to try, then huffed it out in defeat.

“I’m taking the loss on this one, huh?”

“Like a New York Jet,” she said. I cringed again. She knew I was a Jets fan, so that one hit hard. “I know what I’m about to say sounds like common sense, but remember to wear clean clothes that look good, brush your teeth before you go out, bring money for food for the both of you. And keep the Spidey suit at home. Let us handle things tomorrow night.”

“Yes, mom,” I grumbled halfheartedly.

Kitty chuckled as she made a turn. “That’s Big Sister Kitty to you.”

When Kitty dropped me off at my building, I told her I’d see her later before I made my way in and went up the stairs – the elevator was busted again. I knew there was a good chance I’d see Kitty, as well as Craig, when I went on patrol tonight. Once I got home, I texted Betty for Robbie’s e-mail address. Once I got it, I went about uploading the pictures I took from my camera’s flashcard to my computer, then to my Google Drive. Once that was done, I e-mailed the drive link to Robbie.

With that business out of the way, I went through my clothes, trying to put together an outfit for tomorrow. It took me a while, but I finally decided on an outfit – a black t-shirt under a black and white plaid collared button-up, black jeans, a pair of white sneakers that I only wore on special occasions, and a black parka that used to belong to Tony Stark. With my outfit chosen, I hung them aside in my closet before I grabbed my GED book and took some time to study subjects I was sure I knew like the back of my hand. After two hours of that, I grabbed my suit and got ready for patrol.

The next day went as normal, for the most part. Right before I went to school, I received an e-mail from Robbie with four words.

“Welcome to the circus.”

I smiled wryly before I responded with a thank you.

After that, the whole day was a blur. Class was a bit a hard for me to focus on, but I managed to pay attention. Once class was over, I made my exit, but not before Scott briefly stopped me as he started erasing the board.

“Peter,” Scott said.

“Yes, Mr. Summers?” I replied as I stopped in my tracks.

“Just be yourself tonight.”

It took me a moment to realize what he was saying. I smiled and nodded before I walked out.

I texted MJ, telling her I wouldn’t be there for my usual before asking what time she got off work. She told me that she closed at 7:00. I was happy – that meant I had time to freshen up before I changed. So, when I got home, I showered, combed my hair, and did all of the necessary stuff before I changed into the outfit I set aside. I then made my way over to Peter Pan about ten minutes early.

I walked in and walked up to the counter. MJ wasn’t there – I figured she was doing something in the back. However, on top of the counter was a plain donut along with a cup of coffee. Scribbled on the cup was the word “Loser”. My mouth went a little ajar, a bit surprised to see those things there. I wondered if MJ set those aside for me.

“I set those aside for you,” MJ said. I looked up at her as she walked up to me.

Well, mystery solved.

I was still a bit surprised at the gesture. “I… You didn’t have to…” I closed my mouth. I took in a quick breath to regain my composure. I then smiled. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Peter Parker.”

“Should I take it to go, or…?”

MJ gave me a deadpan look. “Peter, I’m still in my work uniform. I’m not hanging out in clothes I worked all day in. And even with that aside, I don’t find this outfit flattering. Turquoise green and pastel pink are not my colors.”

“I don’t think you look bad in those colors,” I blurted out without thinking. I was about to regret it.

“Is that so?” MJ replied. She leaned forward with an accusatory look. “Do you think about me in my work clothes a lot?”

Had anyone else been in the room, it would have been very obvious that I was being baited. And maybe – just may be – I would have been saved from embarrassing myself. But there was no one else. It was just me and the one woman in the world that can break through my composure with no difficulty. So, of course, I became a stuttering mess.

“I-I-I don’t know w-what you mean,” I sputtered out. “I-I d-don’t get th-those kind of thoughts about – ”

“Oh you don’t? I don’t think that’s true. You know what I think? I think you find me sexy in my work clothes.” She leaned a bit closer. “I think you asked me what time I get off so you could be alone with me in the shop. I bet you thought about getting freaky with me on top of the counter while music plays from the jukebox haven’t you?” My mouth went ajar, and I was sure my face was pink and my ears were red. Finally, MJ smirked and shook her head. “You know, I almost feel bad for messing with you like this. Almost.” She straightened herself up before she turned around and walked to the back. “I’m going to get changed. Enjoy your coffee and donut in the meantime.” I watched her as she walked away. I then picked up the donut and bit into it, trying to ignore both the visual that MJ painted in my head and how much I actually found that visual to be rather appealing.

Fact of the matter was, before The Spell and when MJ and I were together, we never really talked to each other about sex, let alone engage in it. MJ would tease me just to get a reaction out of me. But, we never did anything outside of first base – just a heavy make out session during our more needy days. Come to think of it, I never even saw MJ in her underwear. She has seen me in mine, and even then, it was only times when she was around me when I was quickly changing into our out of my suit.

With all that said, though? I’d be a huge liar if I said I never had those kinds of thoughts about her.

As I waited, I drunk my coffee and ate my donut at a steady pace in peace. By the time I was done, MJ came back out. She lifted up the bar flap and walked through the opening. As she lowered the bar flap, I got a good look at her. I knew that outfit well – her black jean pants that matched her favorite pair of Converses, her jean jacket that went over her Midtown High hoodie. It wasn’t a special outfit and yet…

“Staring kind of hard there, don’t you think?” MJ said, taking me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought,” I apologized.

She tilted her head. “What were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking…” I trailed off a bit. “…I was thinking that you look really pretty.” Internally, I cringed, not sure how she would take that.

She raised an eyebrow and grimaced. “Therefore I have value?”

I have been in this situation before. One would think I wouldn’t fall for it a second time. One would think I’d have the wherewithal to at least try and come up with a witty comeback.

One would be wrong.

I immediately started backpedaling. “N-n-n-no, I d-didn’t mean it l-like…”

“I’m just messing with you,” MJ interjected gently with a tone of amusement. I took in a breath, trying to hide my embarrassment… and failing. “You look pretty, too.” At that moment, I forgot about my embarrassment. But I still blushed at the compliment.

“Thank you,” I said in earnest. MJ froze for a bit as her face became a bit distant. I tilted my head in worry. “Are you okay, Em?”

She blinked a couple of times. “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay.” She paused for a moment. “It’s just that… I had a moment of déjà vu. Like… we had this same kind of exchange before.” She shook her head and focused back on me. “Crazy, huh?”

For a moment – just a moment – I was given a bit of optimism. Maybe this was a sign that MJ’s memories from before The Spell wasn’t completely erased. I figured that maybe I could go to Dr. Strange and…

“It happens,” I said quietly.

No, I couldn’t. I couldn’t see Dr. Strange about this. Trying to solve an issue with magic was the reason the woman I love is standing across from me without memories of the times we shared. It was the reason Ned didn’t remember we were best buds, if not brothers. It was the reason Betty didn’t know we had a bit of a friendship before.

It was also the reason Aunt May…

It was at this point I got the familiar sensation of unraveling in my chest.

No, I couldn’t think about her here.

I took in a deep breath and stood up, not wanting to scare MJ with another near-breakdown. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just got to hit the lights and lock up on the way out,” MJ replied.

I nodded before I beckoned her to lead the way out. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, but obliged me anyway.

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

another night of barely sleeping and it’s written all over jungkook’s face but you’re his energy. you’re in a simple pair of blue nurse scrubs with colorful crocs on to ✨jazz✨ it up while jungkook is rocking a rather cool looking outfit for a rather lazy day at school (https://pin.it/5si1CcVhB). however, it’s here that you decide maybe pushing jungkook to be with mj instead of letting it happen naturally might’ve been a mistake. don’t get me wrong, you’re excited jungkook is considering going out on the date but you practically pressured him into it and you’re too much of a coward to tell him how you really feel about it.

“aaahhhhh really?!” you say with a big smile on your face. “i wanna hear all about it after classes. every single detail” you give jungkook a mischievous look when he lets out another yawn before rubbing his tired eyes. “let me guess, you pulled another all nighter at your—woah, what happened to your face?”

you pull jungkook’s hoodie down and take a closer look at the bright red mark on his cheek and from the looks of it, it’s fresh. when you go to touch it, jungkook flinches away and judging from your glare he’s gonna have to think of yet another lie to ease your worried mind.

“did somebody hit you or something? you need me to beat young-jae’s ass because you know i will! matter of fact, let’s confront him right now. he thinks he can hit MY jungkook and get away with it? i don’t think so!”

~🫧

Oh my God, mission abort mission abort.

No, you cannot confront young jae because he’s not the one who left this on him. It was that stupid cat bitch. But of course he cannot tell you that now can he?

But he cannot help with the way his heart flutters abnormally when you call him ‘MY jungkook’ oh goodness, someone grab him.

“A-Ah yn let it be okay? It’s not even that much.. anyways don’t you have to get to your class and I have to get to mine as well so let’s just drop it? Actually, he didn’t do it. I was going home last night and some robber tried to rob me, but I managed to save myself, yet he punched me.”

“Also YOUR jungkook huh?” He blushes, he’s the one teasing you about it, but you’ve got him blushing, like an idiot, oh, he’s gonna be thinking about this all day because his stupid brain doesn’t stop when it comes to you.

“OK sweetheart, I’m gonna see you later. I better get to class or Mrs. Thompson is going to best my ass. Also, where the hell is eunwoo? I gotta go see him too. OK so we’ll talk over and maybe… I’ll even ask MJ out and I’ll let you know her answer..” he scratches his head already feeling unsure about it.. what is wrong with him these days?

You reluctantly let him go because you’re so concerned about the mark he’s got on his face, you make him feel so loved and safe.. He’s so lucky to have you.

Jungkook gets to his class that he shares with mj and he quietly gets in. And there she is.

But there’s also Young Jae.

He doesn’t really want any drama with young jae or anybody because that cat lady has all his attention right now.

“Hi mj!!!! I-I…” Jungkook greets her. he’s nervous but not because of the fact that she’s got him nervous, but rather the fact that he’s not sure about if he should ask her out or not..

“Umm… I was thinking maybe you would like to grab dinner with me sometime? O-OBVIOUSLY NOT AS A DATE BUT JUST A FRIENDLY DINNER.”

Why did he say that what’s wrong with him?

[babblydrabbly]

there for you || mcu!peter parker x reader || oneshot

A/N: A simple face sitting prompt with Peter that got a little out of hand! Alas, I regret nothing. @biracialdisaster @spooky-ghosts

Smut - hurt/comfort - 3k words - Warnings: Friends/Roomies with benefits. Bruises/injuries. Post-NWH. NWH Spoilers. Peter and f!reader are in their mid-20’s. Kissing. Drug usage (marijuana). High sex. Oral (f/m). Sixty-nining, heyoo.

You knew from the moment he answered your ad for a new roommate that things would get complicated. Peter’s got some anxiety about it, but you don’t seem too troubled.

You raise a lazy hand from the couch when the front door slams shut, your eyes still glued to the television.

“Hey, you’re not dead.” You call over your shoulder. Peter stiffens. You have no idea how true the opposite had nearly been in the last few hours. He drops his backpack onto the floor beneath the ledge of the kitchen counter with a sore toss.

You’d grown used to his disappearances. It wasn’t unusual for him to stagger in just as your night owl routine came to an end, dawn only a few hours away. Sometimes you didn’t see him for days. The only consistencies seemed to be the bruises and cuts- and the occasional limp.

You had your theories. Fight clubs, sex clubs, etc. It was New York, afterall, and you’d seen much stranger. Peter smiled awkwardly when you tried to sit him down and level with him- in all seriousness- that it was okay to tell you if someone he loved was roughing him up.

“I’m for real, man. If it’s a girlfriend or boyfriend or whoever. You don’t have to tell me the details. But we can get you help, alright?”

Peter waved you off, wincing as he did so. “It’s nothin’ like that. Just, trust me, okay? No partner to speak of.” He added, eyes flickering away. “But thanks.”

There was a girl. MJ, he had admitted once. But it was a complicated thing, and Peter decided to let sleeping dogs lie after a few months of pining and failing to tell her how he felt. He moped for a few months more after that, too.

Until finally, you’d had enough. You cornered him after he came out of your shared bathroom one day, steam still drifting out from the hot shower. Peter jumped.

“Wha-”

You’d backed him into the hallway wall until he let out a little meep. You were around the same height, but he shrank from your firm gaze as he covered his bare chest with crossed hands.

“I know. I know I said no funny business, Parker.” You started solemnly. “But that was before I knew you were a good guy. And you are a good guy. You ever want to let off some steam, just… let me know, okay?”

Perhaps it was your uncharacteristic softness as you said it. Or perhaps it was the fact that unbeknownst to you, Peter had been so utterly alone these past couple years without any friends or affection to speak of. Everyone in the world had forgotten him. And as hard as he tried to make progress with Ned and MJ, they were still just friendly acquaintances compared to the bond they used to share when Peter had felt so much younger.

You pushed off the wall you had backed Peter into and offered him a small smile, turning into your room without another word on the subject. Peter’s brown eyes trailed after you, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a thick swallow as you tugged your shirt and bra off in one, casual motion. That’s all it took it seemed, for Peter to hesitantly step in behind you, the towel at his waist dropping to the floor.

You crane your neck over the back of the couch now, eyes red but happy. Peter huffs at the all too familiar scene. The empty pizza box on the coffee table, your soft hair free and a little mussed. He doesn’t spy the bong outright in the open but he has no doubt it’s nearby.

You grin at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling. He chuckles, despite his body aches and tiredness.

“Day off?” He muses. He opens the fridge. Peter blinks at the fully stocked shelves, his side of the fridge full of food that wasn’t there a few days ago.

“Two days off in a row!” You announce cheerfully.

“What’s all this on my side?” Peter asks, pulling a can of soda free from a new six-pack.

“Payday. Got you some stuff.” You mumble. You pat around for the remote distractedly to mute it as he shuts the door.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Peter says fondly, approaching you. You wave him off.

“You hook me up with free pies all the time, Parker. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll pay you back.”

You scoff and move over to make room for him on the couch. Peter drops down onto the worn cushions with a pained sigh.

“How about you hang out for a while, huh? Chill out for a second.”

Peter takes a sip of his drink as you make your water pipe appear suddenly, just as he anticipates. Pink-tinted glass dotted with small white daisies.

He watches as you grab a lighter off the coffee table and flick it to life. It’s still a little hypnotic to him, the way the water bubbles, the smoke pluming up until it reaches your full lips. You’ve long since stopped pinching his cheeks over the way he marveled at the science behind smoking the first time you offered him a hit. Jesus, it feels like so long ago now- how not used to being around you he had felt.

Still, you were a welcoming new roommate. And despite the shit you gave him for being an uptight nerd, you never made him feel out of place.

You arch a brow at him after exhaling deeply, holding the glass up toward him. “Hm?”

It’s habitual, the way he puts up a hand to wave it away. But something makes Peter pause today. Makes him put his hand back down and eye your patient expression, even through your gentle haze. He sets his soda down and takes the bong and lighter with a furrowed brow.

“Hey, no pressure, Peter.” You remind him. You place a hand on his upper arm without thinking, your thumb rubbing his bicep sweetly. It seems to be the thing to spur him on. You grin as he brings the small flame to the bowl.

You burst into giggles when he jerks away after a moment, his cheeks suddenly bright red with a fit of coughs from such a long rip.

“Whoa! There you go!” You place your gear back on the table for him and pat his shoulder encouragingly, commending him. ”Long day?”

Peter sinks back into the couch as the waiting game begins. “You have no idea.”

From watching you, Peter’s learned it doesn’t take long for a normal person to feel the weightless, dizzying sensation to take effect. But with his abilities, it always seemed to take forever- even with some of your stronger stuff. And when it did hit, it was never quite like you described.

But it was a pleasant respite. Peter turns his head toward you, surprised to see your face laced with sympathy.

“...What?” He murmurs.

You blink, shaking your head after a delayed moment. “Nothin’.” You assure him.

But Peter knows this is usually when you double check. Press him again to make sure he’s okay. A flash of melancholy washes over him when you don’t.

Were you finally too tired to ask anymore? Was he finally shutting you out one too many times? Now that he thinks about it, you’ve held off on giving up longer than most people he’s actively tried to connect with. Balancing Peter and Spiderman is a fixed game. Eventually, people stop bothering to figure out what Peter could possibly be holding so close to his chest.

Peter’s so lost in thought he doesn’t notice your hand on his jaw until it’s sliding to cup his chin, turning his pensive face back to look at you.

You lean in, your kiss slow but deep. Peter shifts in an instant, hands flying up but unsure where to settle as your tongue darts out to swipe against the familiar seam of his lips. Your sigh melts into a soft, pleased little sound when his tongue meets yours. Peter’s hands finally find your sides as he twists toward you. You reach up with your other hand to cup his face, thumbs smoothing down across the faint stubble at his cheeks from days out on patrol.

Peter could talk your ears off for hours about so many things. Chemistry. Video games. Life in general. He wasn’t a quiet person. He was full of life, really. Why he seemed so lonely at the same time; it tugged at your heartstrings. There was something bruised and tender inside your friend Peter Parker. Maybe one day he’d be ready to tell you about it, but for now…

The two of you kiss for a few minutes- or much longer- Peter can’t tell with the way he gets lost chasing every movement of your lips. Every delicate slide of your wet tongue. Peter swallows every sigh, every quiet moan that grows from you until they stir that warm heat in his lower belly.

Finally, when you pull away, he finds it difficult to open his eyes all the way again. He stares at you in a daze, and you giggle again knowingly.

“Feeling better?” You wonder aloud. And he can’t help the languid grin that spreads across his face. A breathy chuckle escapes him. When he nods, it’s as if his mind is trying to catch up with the motion long after it’s happened.

“Much better.” He sighs.

Your eyes search his. The question on the tip of your tongue.

“Do you want to…?”

Peter worries his bottom lip with his teeth. Your bloodshot eyes seem to read his. He’s still bone tired. Still aching.

Peter’s gaze remains on you as you reach over and coax his arms out of his jacket, tossing it aside for him to expose the simple gray v-neck underneath.

Your palms glide appreciably up and down his toned arms before resting on his chest, pushing him onto his back without protest. Peter’s limbs feel heavy as you shift to straddle his thighs. Your thin lounge pants are a near non-existent barrier against the telling bulge beneath his jeans.

Peter’s eyelids flutter as you give your hips a roll. He exhales, shuddering, and you know by the way he’s tracing circles with his thumbs at your hips. He wants. Wants but is still too wound up to ask openly. It’s adorable every time. Refreshing, really. You lean down and capture his lips again, moaning when his strong hips buck to meet you eagerly, bouncing you on top of him.

He unlatches from your hips, his hands moving over your shirt to cup both your breasts. You’re braless under your soft shirt as he kneads and massages at you, your hips still meeting to grind  against each other halfway again and again.

Your nipples stiffen under his lithe fingers. Peter elicits a gasp from you when he tugs your shirt over your head, hands and mouth meeting your breasts hungrily. You brace a hand beside his head on the armrest as he sucks marks  across your chest.

You hum when you feel his fingers dance back down your sides and curl around your waistband.

“Wanna taste you.” Peter utters breathlessly, looking up at you with big, brown eyes.

You place your smaller hands over his, coaxing them off you with a smile. “Yeah? Lay back some more, ‘kay?”

Peter just nods with awe as you remove yourself from his lap, shimmying out of your pants with a wiggle of your hips.

Peter’s tempted to slide off the couch and push his face between your legs right then and there. To grip your thighs until they quake and your legs buckle there in the middle of the living room. But soon you’re the one kneeling- you undo the button and zipper on his jeans.

It clicks for Peter then. He wriggles to help you slide his own pants off, and you snort at the way he fumbles to throw them over his shoulder for you. You laugh lightly and push him back down onto the couch- playful but firm this time. And Peter falls back with a soft ‘oh’. You turn around.

It takes a few careful adjustments, but soon your legs are hooked under the man’s arms, your body facing down his as he presses his fingers into your thighs with a shaky breath.

It takes you a moment to register the length of his body- how his fair skin is littered with purple-yellow welts from his ribs down to his strong legs. Your brows furrow, and without thinking, you bend forward and press a kiss to a large, nasty-looking bruise atop his right thigh. Peter jerks minutely, then stills when you do it again, softer this time. He responds with a broken hum, his own wet kiss planting itself near your folds, where the apex of your sex and your inner leg meet.

You bow your back to look over yourself at him, your hand reaching down to spread your cheeks apart until you’re lowering down onto his face.

You whimper at the first swipe of Peter’s tongue along the parted folds of your pussy. You’re wet and shining, your slickness ready to bloom across his tongue since the two of you had started kissing. You lower yourself further, earning a low groan when his lips meet the hot core between your thighs. Leaning forward, you reach into Peter’s boxers and grip his cock. It twitches as you spring him free.

It’s a melting kaleidoscope of sensations. The way Peter’s head spins from his high and your taste. The way his hips can’t stop rolling up to meet the wet warmth of your mouth as you lap and suck and mewl.

One moment he’s lost in between your legs, his vision crackling with color even as he keeps his eyes closed. The next, the only thing he can seem to cling to is how you grip and work his cock, his release drawing near with every swirl of your tongue. He can’t concentrate on anything. He can sense everything. And the one thing he knows for certain is how content you are to pleasure one another like this without any rush.

Still, his climax rears without warning. It’s a sudden, overwhelming wave that makes Peter’s hips push off the couch with a long groan. You grip the base of his cock as his spend paints the back of your throat, stroking him until he whimpers sharply and digs his nails into your thighs hard enough to leave small crescent shapes in their wake. The action pins you down onto him- his strength surprising you.

Locked in his vice, you buck and whine as he focuses on you now. Every hot, heavy stroke of his tongue makes you jump as he licks a path back and forth from your clit to your entrance.

“Peter!” You cry. You press your face into his thigh as yours shake. He keeps lapping, keeps you pinned until you cry out his name again- your vision whiting out as you finally come.

Peter waits until you catch your breath with a deep sigh before releasing your legs. His hands maneuver and guide you off his chest as he gets you to turn around. The two of you shift-  turn this way and that- until you’re rested comfortably on top of Peter, your legs entangled carefully to avoid putting any more pressure on the bruises across his flesh.

You lay in silence for a good while. Peter gazes at you as you slip in and out of sleep, his hand scratching lightly across your bare back. The city sounds just a few floors below drift up into the apartment, even through the closed windows and curtains. And Peter can’t remember the last time he felt like this. Somewhere safe and his.

“Oh no,” You groan, rousing yourself from sleep. Peter blinks. His attention snaps back down to you.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asks as he cards his fingers through your hair in an attempt to comfort. You smush your face against his chest.

“I forgot I ate all the pizza.” You lament, gesturing weakly to the empty box on the table.

Peter snorts, then bursts into laughter when you bat at his arm.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Starving.” He agrees. “Why don’t I walk downstairs and get us some more. Sound good?”

You make a sound of approval. But instead of shifting to let him off the couch, you settle in more, your face pushing into the space between Peter’s neck and shoulder with a sigh. After a moment of hesitation, Peter wraps his arms around you and breathes out a small, content sigh of his own.

“Stay in with me tomorrow.” You say quietly. “You don’t have to go back out there again do you?”

The urge to tell you the truth strikes him. To confess to you the why behind his double life. Peter’s eyes widened at himself. He hasn’t done it since before the world forgot the first time, and a cold spike of anxiety stabs at him just imagining everything that could go wrong with telling you now.

You shift when he doesn’t answer. And when you look up at him, Peter is startled to see the faintest hint of hurt in your expression.

“Sorry.” You murmur, already moving to get off of him. “Was that too far? For us?”

Peter snatches up your hands in his, shaking his head. “No, no, no. It’s not that. It’s not. I was just…” He trails off, looking at a loss for words. You give him another moment to explain.

When he doesn’t, you squeeze his hands in return.

“You just seem so burnt out, Peter. I don’t know if it’s a second job… or some secret MMA league or something,” You smile when you get a chuckle out of him. “But just… give it a rest. Just for one day. It’ll be there when you get back. And when you recharge you’ll feel better. I keep waiting for someone you care about to tell you to think of yourself for once. But if I have to do it, I will.”

Peter’s breath flutters as you reach up and brush the back of your fingers along his jaw, his heart’s rhythm suddenly jumping.

“You are someone I care about.” Peter confesses. To you, and to himself.

It’s your turn to blink at him in surprise. Peter watches as you try to smother a smile, your eyes darting away. “Yeah?”

Peter’s kiss is gentle. Earnest. He draws you close, bringing you into his arms with wordless assurance. It’s not the big truth- but it is a truth. One whose importance seems to be growing and taking up more space inside him he never anticipated.

Peter nods, his chin brushing the top of your head. “I mean it.”

[ageofevermore]

You Scare Me

SUMMARY – You had known him for so long, wasn’t it meant to be obvious that every night he snuck out of his bedroom to save the world? 

PAIRING — Peter Parker x Reader [ 1.8k ]

AUTHORS NOTE — This is an angsty one! And one that I wrote two years ago during covid. Seems fitting to fix it up now that I’m stuck in quarantine again. 

You were friends before Tony Stark laid down his life for the greater good of humanity, before elementals shattered a city, and long before Peter Parker ever identified as Spiderman. When you were just kids in a concrete city you would climb into his room, curious eyes wide and ready for an adventure. When you were teenagers, it was no surprise to anybody that beneath the big apple’s influence you fell in love. It was young and it was cherished, until it wasn’t. 

Peter Parker had a lot riding on his shoulders. 

It was a stormy Tuesday afternoon, just after a spontaneous shower of summer rain. He had been out all night, quite literally strung up and pressed with lowlife crime. Things had begun to even out since defeating the elementals, for Spiderman that is, not Peter Parker. Peter Parker had missed three dates since revealing his identity to MJ Watson in France and taking on petty crime in his home city.

You were not a girl known to wait around for what you wanted, and yet every night you clung to a sliver of hope that your boyfriend would break through your bedroom window with a twisted grin and sweet accent. Every night you went to bed lonely and disappointed. 

The week had begun with plans to see a movie, and when Peter called to tell you he had gotten stuck at work, you accepted his excuse and happily agreed to the raincheck he provided. On Sunday, when you were meant to have dinner down at the diner, you were met by MJ instead. Tuesday had been your final straw, texting your boyfriend and asking for a simple night in. Your mother had left town just the night before, leaving the loft cold and available, and yet Peter never showed up. 

You were overwhelmed with worry, fingernails broken between her teeth as you looked down at your phone. The blue messages were left unread and unresponded to, only making the pit in your stomach grow with the passing hours. You were tempted to reach out to Happy, knowing it was a last ditch effort to mend a heavy heart, but you were quickly running out of options that allowed for your sanity to be kept in check. 

The curly headed, brown eyed, adventure loving  boy had always given you a run for your money, but laying in bed alone unaware of his safety was growing sickening. Ned had stopped answering your messages, blocking your contact all together when the temptation to spill the truth became to much for him, and you and MJ had never really hit it off. You weren’t even sure you had the girl's number saved in your contacts. 

Your lonesome was crippling, tears soaking the pillow beneath your head as Peters favorite movie played on your television screen. The night was meant to be simple, a last ditch effort to rekindle a life long spark, and you had been stood up. 

Giving up hope, you let yourself sleep, crossing Peter Parker from your mind and instead giving into slumber. 

———

Peter cursed to himself, his hand pressed up against the glass of your bedroom window hours after you had fallen asleep. The movie had ended hours ago, the opening credits playing again and again on your television screen only making Peter’s heart drop further towards his feet. 

He didn’t bother knocking on the glass, knowing that his girl could sleep through the end of the world if she tried hard enough. His frown was tight as he slipped in through the window, the lock having never been very efficient, and let his body be met with the slight chill of your air conditioning. 

You hummed at the slight patter of his clumsy feet, wiggling in the bed with a look of pure angelic grace on your sleep drunk features. Peter's heart sank at the tears that left tracks on your cheeks, an apparent damp spot on the purple pillowcase beneath your head. Your hair was let down, a telltale sign of a migraine no doubt caused by him. Your bedside table was dressed in all of his favorite snacks, his eyes not failing to notice the homemade butterscotch cookies shaped like hearts growing stale beside a can of soda. 

Peter had fucked up. His stomach was already in knots from the robbery he had stopped, and the sight of his girl was only amplifying his guilt. 

“Y/N?” He whispered out gently, threading his fingers into your silky strands of dark hair. The touches of summer that danced across the apples of your cheeks were growing darker as the summer months continued to age. “Y/N/N.”

You moaned, only rousing when Peter pressed his lips to yours. You had responded without thinking, pushing up into his warm and familiar embrace with a tired sigh. Had it not been for the cold hand caressing your scalp you would have settled back into sleep, but the tender touch was enough to alert you. 

You pulled away from his touch, a scowl claiming your features and breaking Peter's heart as he tried not to act offended by your quick withdrawal. 

“What are you doing here, Pete?" 

Oh, you were livid. Never did you call him Pete, finding the nickname off-putting and not nearly as cute as Peter, or your personal favorite, Parker. You could call him anything but Pete, hating the way he seemed to age beneath the nickname. 

"I came to see you, didn’t realize I was so late.” His guilty frown would have been enough to ease the tension two days ago, but you were above simple apologies now. You weren't an idiot, for all living hell you had been friends with the boy since you were in diapers, and still he held himself back from you. If Peter was looking to get back in your good graces anytime soon, he’d have to be honest with you: share a truth you had known since the start. 

“Late would imply a couple hours, Pete. Not a couple of days.” Your yawn had created the shadow of a smile across his lips, but quickly he wiped away his glee. You hated when people found you cute, especially when you were trying to be mad at them. Peter knew that. “Made your favorite cookies and everything." 

"I see that, baby.” He was pleading without even uttering a please, or a sorry. His puppy-like eyes and swollen lip was enough to prove his genuineness, but you weren't having any of it. You’d been quick to give him the benefit of the doubt one to many times before. 

Peter Parker was your weakness, it was basically written across the empire state building. 

“Don’t baby me, Pete. We had plans for Friday, and you said you had work, and Sunday, and you sent MJ. I’m not even sure MJ likes me! What happened today? Was it May, or Happy?” You knew what it was. You knew that Spiderman had been called to the smoke shop at the corner of seventh, but you needed to hear it from him. You needed to know that he trusted you, because going to sleep every night knowing the person you love most in the world faces death at every moment is anything but settling. 

Peter sighed gently, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t flinch away, but you didn’t lean into his lingering touch and offer up a bright grin or gentle kiss like you always did; like you loved doing. Instead, you were stone in his hands, refusing to be molded by his touch. 

“I’m sorry, things have been crazy lately." 

"Crazy for who?" 

Crazy for Spiderman, Peter Parker just gets dragged along, you thought sourly as you watched the face of a childhood friend melt into a stranger. 

Peter spluttered at the question sweet brown eyes looking over you with uncertainty, "What do you mean, love?”

“Don’t keep lying to me, Peter.” The gentle tone of your voice broke his heart, your anger subsiding into exhaustion. “I deserve more than that." 

"I just want to keep you safe.” He didn’t bother saying the words, the soft edge to you words enough to solidify your knowledge. He wasn’t shocked, You had always been perceptive, especially when it came to figuring him out. When he shut the rest of the world out you were always the one to see through the thin, barely patched up cracks. 

“I don’t need to be kept safe, Peter. I don’t scare easily.” You scoffed, light eyes tracing his movements and the way his thumb continuously nursed at a wound on his side. “What does scare me is when my boyfriend climbs out of his bedroom window at night, puts on a mask, and acts like he doesn’t have school the next morning. When my best friend puts himself between a stranger and a loaded gun, or climbs onto a fucking spaceship, or holds his mentor while he dies. I worry that you wont come back to me in one piece, and when it happens nobody will be straight with me. That’s what scares me, Peter. Not some lowlife robber, or a highly manipulative supervillain. It’s you, you scare me." 

"I scare you?” Peter’s eyes were glassy as he looked you over, bottom lip caught between his teeth with worry. 

You didn’t bother apologizing, just nodding your head and squeezing your hands together. You lifted her phone, softly nudging it between his hands knowing your password engraved in his mind: you trusted him like that. 

“I texted you, twelve times. I texted Ned to, but he blocked me because he was trying to cover for you.” You sniffled, “You know what twitter said, Peter? It was headlines all claiming Spiderman was at the barrel of a gun, and when I got no answer, I thought the worse. I laid here for hours thinking you were dead on some convenient store floor, and that when the news broke of Spiderman’s death I would have to call May and ask her where you were. Would she tell me the truth Peter, or would she maintain your little lie?" 

Peter was speechless, mouth opening and closing trying to find the right words to say that could possibly fix what he had unintentionally broken. You knew this, you could see it on his face, and his guilt was making your decision even harder to vocalize. 

"I get it Peter, I really do. You wanted to keep your circle small, didn’t want anybody else in harm's way, I really do get it, but did you really think I wouldn’t notice? Peter, I notice when you trim your hair, I definitely notice when you get bitten by a radioactive spider and Tony Stark becomes your best friend." 

"You’re my best friend." 

You sadly shook her head, "I was. Now I’m just Y/N."

PETER PARKER TAGLIST

A — E

@aidinniram  @beautifulwisdom2001 @bigfeelings-smallwords @dmonchld @dpaccione

F — J

@goldenxstyles7  @hmw696 

K — O

@kelieah @marajillana @mischiefandi 

P — T

@parkers-gal  @roseke @stiles-o-dylan24 @spookybooisa @stillmanicc @sonnydoesrandomshit @sambucky8 @spideysensesl @sinisterspidey  @tanakaslastbraincell  @teen--marvel 

U — Z

@zspideyy

[the-suicidal-lizard]

Say No To This | Into The Spider-Verse! Spider-Man Noir X Spider-Woman! Reader|

Summary: (Y/N) is married and so it Peter Benjamin Parker, both from different dimensions. But, Peter can’t say no.

Warning: Smut, nudity, adultery, mentions of abuse, swearing, alcohol, and blackmail.

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse.

Based on: “Say No To This” by Lin-Mauel Miranda, sang by Jasmine Cephas.

Third Person POV.

She/Her pronouns for reader.

(Y/n) (l/N) looked to Melvin-John Watson, or as most people knew him MJ, she was setting the table for them and she was tense as she did.

(Y/n) married him about three years ago, and it had turned loveless and well, let’s just say whenever (y/n) went out to do Spider-Woman jobs, she stayed out longer in fear of what MJ would do to her.

She went missing for a couple of days. There's nothing like summer in the city, and someone under stress meets someone looking pretty - that’s when she met Spider-Noir, also known as Peter Benjamin Parker and of course the other Spider-Men, Woman, and Ham... or SP//DR.

Needless to say when she first met Peter Benjamin Parker she was smitten, but he was married to Mary-Jane in his dimension. So, she let it go.

But, things started getting worse in her relationship with her MJ, she was hurt emotionally and physically, the guy was out drinking every night, drunk and sleeping around.

It was one of those nights. As said, (y/n) had set out the meal and immediately complaints began.

The steak was overcooked, the wine was weak, the whipped garlic potatoes weren’t whipped enough. He got so angry that he stabbed the table with the steak knife and threw the plate at (y/n)‘s head, who dodged before it hit her. It flew at the wall and smash, food scattering the floor. Next was the red wine glass, staining the wall and carpet, then he stormed out with his keys and his phone, slamming the door.

(Y/n) sighed and looked down at her wrist, she constantly wore the dimension hopper Gwen and Peni made in case she ever needed to bolt and leave, though of course they thought the only use to was to meet up with each other. She never did leave, this might be the first time she considered it.

God, how pathetic. She’s Spider-Woman and she can’t even deal with her arsehole of a husband.

It was quiet late she knew that, and thought of which dimension wouldn’t mind her there. Peter B. was probably on a date with his MJ, so she wouldn’t want to risk him seeing her. Miles, Gwen and Peni are kids, she didn’t fancy stressing them. Porker was too silly and daft. Peter Benjamin Parker? He was the last option. His MJ was out of town for a month, and he said he was mainly on a break for now. Would he mind?

I mean; there's trouble in the air, you can smell it... And Peter Benjamin Parker’s by himself.

She had no time to think, she instead threw on her Spider-Woman uniform, and opened the portal to the grey scale dimension and hopped in. She greatly stuck out with her colour, so she’d have to hide but she needed to see someone.

(Y/n) rushed to the apartment buildings were Peter stayed, they had all visited a few times and so, she luckily remembered where she was going.

She swung up onto a fire escape and landed quiet, she gently tapped on the window with her gloved index finger. Maybe he wasn’t in? What then?

Peter hadn't slept in a week, he was weak, he was awake, hunched over his desk, writing away furiously on a case. You've never seen a bastard hero more in need of a break, longing for vengeance, missing his wife, grabbed the nearest gun. He sneaked out of his small, rundown office and looked to the window. He calmed down instantly seeing the brightly, (f/c) Spider-Woman at his window, smiling shyly and waving.

Peter smiled himself and set his gun down, and opened the window for her. Happy that Miss (y/f/n) walked into his life.

“(Y/f/n)? What are you doing here?”

Ah yes, she never told anyone of her marriage to MJ Watson. Guess tonight she was finally going to come clean. She said;

“I know you are a man of honour, I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone…” Sighed (y/n), shoulders slouched.

Peter frowned and held a hand out, he wouldn’t and couldn’t lie, (y/n) was a very pretty dame, but he’s married. She took his hand as she was helped in.

“Would you like anything to eat? Drink? How about a hooch?” He asked, sitting her down on his run down sofa.

“Whiskey sounds perfect.” She replied, throwing her head back, her (h/l), (h/c) hair brushing against the heading.

Peter poured two glasses, he might as well, and set them down on the table, no coasters needed.

“What’s up, Doll?” He asked, looking into her bright, (e/c) eyes. He may not know exactly what colour her blinkers were, but he couldn’t lie he got lost in them. They always shined brightly, sun or moon, like little stars.

(Y/n) took a gulp of her drink and sighed, “I guess it’s time I confess... I’m married.”

“You’re married?” He asked heartbroken, why though? He’s married to MJ, he’s happy. Right?

“Was, sorta...” She said, “my husband’s doin’ me wrong. Beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me... Suddenly he’s up and gone, I don’t have the means to go on.” Not exactly a lie, MJ was still very much in her life, but it was loveless and based on abuse. He left constantly, so... technically the truth. She gulped the last of her drink.

Peter frowned, when he saw that twit he’s gonna give him lead poisoning! He helped her up and offered her a loan, and gave her thirty dollars he had socked away.

“I know it’s not much but —“

“No, Pete I couldn’t —“

He covered her mouth, “I insist. I’ll take you home, okay?”

“You’re too kind, Pete.” Pete, what a lovely nickname.

She lived one dimension away, so offered to walked her home, he opened the portal to her dimension and the two swung to her place, a small flat in a remote location. The lights were off and the car wasn’t there. MJ was still out, thank god.

“This ones mine, Pete.” (Y/n) whispered, as they landed on her pathway.

Peter nodded, a dark grey shade tinting his cheeks ever so slightly as he looked at her gorgeous (b/t) stems. The legs of her suit made her entire body— no. He’s married.

“Well I should head back home.” Peter mumbled, but (Y/n), in a burst of confidence, pulled Peter inside. Maybe it’s that whiskey that gave her confidence?

(Y/n) went red, she led him to her bed, she let her legs spread and said, “stay?”

“Hey.” Peter’s face had turned a darker grey.

“Hey.” She said back teasingly.

Peter stared as she began to unzip her costume slowly.

‘Lord, show me how to say no to this.’ He prayed silently, ‘I don’t know how to say no to this.’

(Y/n)’s spider suit was off and her hair was loose and slightly messy, only her underwear was on.

‘But my God, she looks so helpless. And her body’s saying, “hell, yes”...’ Peter thought, slowly moving over to (y/n). No, he should say no to this...

He should go, he backed up but (y/n) was in front of him. How can he say no to this? ‘In my mind I’m trying to go, then her mouth is one mine and I don’t say —‘

All thoughts cut off, her lips were on his and her found himself kissing back.

No! No! Say no to this!

Her backed up against the bed, her on her back as he hovered over her. She slowly pulled off his clothes and kissed his neck, making him groan.

No!

Both faces now red, well Peters in a grey scale and completely naked, he left hickeys down her neck, sucking harder on the more tender spots, eliciting louder moans. She scratched his back, leaving dark, grey nail marks down his spine and earned her low moans and gasping.

No!

She reached down and squeezed his ass, making him moan, and bite her ear, warning a gasp.

Say no to this!

“Oh god, Peter! Please just —“ He kissed again and spat on his hand, he slowly fingered and rubbed her vagina, making sure she was stretched. He then slowly pushed into her, making her gasp and arch her back.

He moaned and hid his face into the crook of her neck. Mary-Jane long gone from his thoughts.

No! No! Say no to this!

She kissed his neck, leaving grey toned hickeys on his neck as he slowly began to thrust. Moans and gasps filled the roam.

“Oh (y/n)!” He moaned out.

She dug her nails into his hips, once he hit her g-spot, “h-harder! Oh god, harder Peter!”

Peter suddenly rammed into her, making her cry out in pleasure, as he kissed her again.

No! No! Say not to this!

His grey tongue explored her pink mouth, and she ran her hands through his hair, as he gripped her thighs. He continued to slam into her, making her shaky and weak, moaning into the kiss.

No! No! Say not to this!

They climaxed at the same time with a loud moan of each other’s names, before Peter promptly fell next to her.

That was the best pitching woo he had ever had, and wow...

(Y/n) cuddled up to him in his side and gently rested her hand on his chest, drawing patterns into his pecks, while he gently caressed her hips.

That’s when he froze, he was still wearing his wedding ring and she was wearing hers. MJ left her, he and his MJ were still together and — oh god!

He isn’t dizzy for this dame, he’s married and very much in love with MJ! At least that’s what he tells himself.

He also tells himself that this is the first and last time he does this, he felt awful cheating on MJ but, then again... He’s not felt like this in years.

The two fell asleep, curled up in bed together and Peter left early the next morning.

..........

(Y/n) realised she messed up and felt sick to her stomach knowing she ruined whatever friendship she had with Peter and his relationship with MJ. It’s all her fault.

Her MJ still wasn’t back, which allowed for her to show ever slowly and try to wash away all the bad memories of last night.

She should just leave Melvin-John, but she couldn’t. He knew who she was and he could out her to everyone, he could ruin her. Not to mention everything was under his name, and she would have nowhere else to go.

MJ didn’t show up all day, and when it was 1:00 am, she decided to call him, make sure he was alive.

Her phone rang a few times until he eventually picked up.

“Whaaat the fuck do yoou want?” MJ slurred, stumbling over something, of course (y/n) only heard.

“I-i was just checking you was okay and s-safe... I-I’m sorry.” She apologised, biting her thumb nail, “h-how long will you be out f-for...?”

MJ coughed suddenly, “howeverrrr long I wan’! Couple o’ weeks!” He squealed at the end and burped, then hung up abruptly.

Weeks? She would be alone for weeks? No MJ, and no Parker’s, or anyone. She certainly couldn’t show her face after what she and Peter did.

And Peter felt the same. He locked himself in his office, hunched over, working tiredly over a case that wasn’t his case to solve.

His thoughts were filled with (y/n), and how gorgeous her hair is and her smile, her gorgeous, soft, (l/c) lips. Her soft, smooth, (s/c) and — he shook his head.

For three days he hadn’t left and for the first time in thee days he thought of MJ, and how she’ll feel once she found out.

Peter set his pen down and sighed, running a hand through his hair and got dressed in his Spider-Man suit and went out.

He opened the colourful portal to (y/n)‘s world and went in. He immediately went to her house.

(Y/n) was opening a window, dressed as Spider-Woman and her shoulders slouched. She had been alone for days.

Peter rushed over and appeared in front of her, “(n/n).”

“Peter!” She squealed in shock but was silenced when he pulled up their masks and kissed her.

(Y/n) didn’t hesitate and kissed back, arms wrapping around his neck, and his arms around her waist.

Peter pinned her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses and bites, making her gasp and moan.

She took off his hat and jacket, pushing him down on the sofa. She took off her suit slowly, while he hurriedly took off his.

(Y/n) attacked his neck and chest with love bites, making him moan, his fingers finding her hips as she slowly lowered onto him and kissed him roughly.

He moaned into the kiss, as he thrust-ed up, making her moan, riding on him, god he could get used to this.

Peter flipped them and kissed down the valley between her breasts, thrusting every so often and leaving love bites in his trail.

He kissed her breasts and gently suckled on her nipple, making her gasp and moan, throwing her head back.

Peter slammed into her, making her moan loudly, “oh harder!”

Peter was happy to oblige and slammed into her again, harder and moan into her neck, as she moan louder, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“You’re so perfect, (y/n).” Peter groaned out, kissing her jawline.

“A-and you’re incredibly handsome!” (Y/n) moaned.

(Y/n)‘s walls tightened and they climaxed together.

Peter wished he could say that was the last time, but he said that last time. It became a pastime.

Every day the two would meet in either dimension, have some fun together in the way that you’re probably thinking, with a few rooftop dates in between.

Whenever the Spider-Gang would meet up, there was secret touchingly between them, a hand on her lower back, a hand on his upper arm.

..........

It was a month into this endeavour, and after one particularly long and fun night in bed together, Peter rushed home saying he was busy on a case. The two kissed each other goodbye as he ran out.

(Y/n) hugged her pillow close and smiled like an idiot, she was helplessly in love with him. Even if he wasn’t with her.

She fell asleep after that and didn’t wake up until the next day, when she was awoken with a smashed liquor bottle over the bed, in which she covered her head quickly.

She sat up and froze, her husband was there holding a black and grey scale hat, that was a bit static-y from Peter Benjamin Parker’s dimension.

“MJ —“

“Who the fuck are you sleeping with?!” He yelled, yanking her up by her wrists, “it’s one of the spider fucks, isn’t it?!”

“No, no, I just —“

Melvin threw her down, “which one?!” He grabbed the lamp and held it above his head and (y/n) curled into a ball.

In a state of panic she yelled, “Spider-Noir!”

MJ froze and smashed the lamp next her head, then stormed out angrily.

(Y/n) took a shaky breath, unsure of what to do. Maybe if she had said no to her desires earlier on, everything would be fine.

Later that night, (y/n) went to meet with all the spiders. She put on her suit and grabbed Peter’s hat, just as MJ walked up to her.

She tensed as he gave her kiss, gently brushing her wrist that was holding the hat, “I’ll see you soon.”

(Y/n) opened the portal and stepped through, appearing in Aunt May’s house in Miles’ dimension. She set down the hat and jumped next to Gwen and Peter B, “hey guys.”

Peter-Noir’s face lit up behind his mask, especially as through the night, the two ended up sitting next to each other and secretly held hands.

The night came to an end, (y/n) leaving a few minutes before everyone else.

Peter saw his hat and picked it up, he must’ve left it at (y/n)‘s and she gave it back. He smiled at the thought of her. God, he was so dizzy with a dame.

He looked down and noticed it a letter, he took it out and noticed it wasn’t (y/n)‘s writing, this looked like it was done by someone who wasn’t sure on proper English or writing skills.

Peter went home; it had his name on it, and opened the letter there in confusion. He had a received a letter? Even better, it said;

Dear Sir,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me: down on their luck. You see, that was my wife who you decided to

“Fuuuu—“ Peter’s eye’s widened.

Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold. So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled. And hey, you can keep seein’ my whore wife, if the price is right: if not I’m telling your wife.

Melvin-John Watson.

Peter hid the letter - from a Mr. Melvin-John Watson, even better - and he raced out of his dimension.

..........

“You did what?!” Cried (y/n) looking at MJ, half dressed in her suit.

“I let Peter know I know everything. Have fun with him.” Scoffed MJ, leaving the house.

Peter rushed in a moment later, missing MJ, and saw (y/n), tears in her eyes and her hair messed.

He glared and grabbed her shoulders, he screamed, “how could you?!” in her face.

“No, Pete!” She yelled.

Half dressed, apologetic. A mess, she looked pathetic, she fell to her knees and she cried out, “please don’t go, Pete!” She looked terrified.

“So was your whole story a setup?” Snarled Peter, upset and angry, as he genuinely fell in love with her.

“I don’t know about any letter!” (Y/n) cried out, Peter hadn’t even mentioned a letter, making him angry.

“Stop crying! Goddamn it, get up!” Peter yelled, looking at (y/n).

“I didn’t know any better!” She cried out in defence.

“I am ruined...” Peter choked out.

“Please don’t leave me with him!” Begged (y/n), crying giving Peter an answer immediately. The story wasn’t a set up and she went about her desires the wrong way.

“I am helpless.” They said together, looking to each other.

But his thoughts flashed to his wife, “how could I do this?!”

“Just give him what he wants and you can have me!” (Y/n) yelled taking off her suit completely.

“I don’t want you.” Lied Peter.

“Whatever you want!” She cried, moving over to him.

“I don’t want you!” He lied, turning to her slowly.

“If you pay, you can stay!”

‘Lord, show me how to say no to this.’ Peter thought as she wrapped her arms around him, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“The situation’s helpless... And your body’s screaming, “Hell, yes”.” He mumbled into her her neck. ‘No, show me how to say no to this,’ he thought. “How can I say no to this?”

Once she sat him down on his bed, there was nowhere he could go, and her bodies on his, he didn’t say no.

Peter undressed quickly and slipped into her instantly making the two moan.

No!

“Yes!” Peter moaned out, while (y/n) kissed his neck with a quiet, “yes” of her own.

No!

Peter leaned down setting her on her back and thrust-ed in again, “yes!” He moaned, as she dragged her nails down her back and she moaned out a quiet “yes.”

No!

He slammed against her g-spot, making her cry out, “yes!” And he moaned out, “yes” when she tightened around him.

One last thrust had them reaching their climax with a loud, “yes!” From both and they lay next to each other.

The duvet covered his waist and her chest, she faced the wall and Peter wrapped arm arm around her waist.

(Y/n) was the first to fall asleep one thought on her mind, ‘I don’t say no to this.’

Peter stayed awake and stared at her face and lay down again, pulling her closer. He really was in love with her as he thought,  ‘I don’t say no to this.’

There was nowhere else to go...

MJ walked into the room and leaned against the door noticing (y/n) and Peter in bed together, naked.

“So?” MJ asked, making Peter look over to him, then back at (y/n).

They were both in helpless situations, MJ would out her to the world as Spider-Woman, and him to his wife that he was cheating. MJ would go back to hurting her and both (y/n) and Peter would be helpless for each other.

His eyes softened looking at (y/n) and reached into his pocket bringing out a stack of money, “nobody needs to know.”

He doesn’t say no to her.

[ptergwen]

you know that one scene in ffh when people keep knocking on the door while fury is trying to speak to peter? could you maybe do something like that but instead it’s peter and stark reader wanting some alone time (you can make it smut or fluff idm!) also, i am so in love with your work it’s amazing :)❣️

knock before you enter

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: implied smut, dirty jokes, swearing

a/n: i went a lil overboard because i was having too much fun :,) and i kinda combined the two i hope that’s okay!

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you let out a breath of relief as peter finally presses his lips to yours. he grins at that, his hands continuing to roam your body while you kiss. it’s a needy kiss, one you’ve been waiting the whole day to share.

you’d thought europe of all places would give you the opportunity to explore each other more. you’re away from your overbearing father, you don’t have team responsibilities. there was one mishap with a water monster nearly destroying the city. you both managed to fight it off together. tony was right to make you bring your suit, and may encouraged her nephew to do the same. the stark’s and parker’s think alike.

most of the pestering you’ve faced this trip has come from your teachers and fellow classmates. whether it’s mr. dell assigning work or flash trying to film you two for a livestream, you and peter can’t get a moment alone. that’s about to change. you’re in peter’s hotel room after a fun yet highly supervised day in venice.

most kids are getting ready for bed, at mr. harrington’s request. he’s adamant on everyone having a good night sleep before the walking tour you’re taking tomorrow. you and peter plan to do everything but sleep, however.

“you taste like toothpaste,” peter mumbles against your mouth, arms winding around your back. “is that a good or bad thing?” you giggle and tug at his undone curls. that elicits a high pitched whine from him. “depends on who you ask. me personally, i think it’s sexy.” he’s laying over you on his bed, your fingers tangling in his locks. “open up, then,” you practically purr. peter happily obliges and resumes his kissing.

right when his tongue glides over your lower lip, there’s a knock on the wall.

“i thought you said ned wouldn’t be back…” your words trail off when peter starts to kiss down your neck. “for a while,” you add, softer. “he won’t. last time i checked, he was with betty,” peter replies and effortlessly finds your sweet spot. he nudges it with his nose, making a smile spread across your face. “ok, keep going,” you pull on the roots of his hair gently. peter pecks at your lips. “gotcha, baby.”

he’s kissing his way back to your sweet spot when there’s more knocking, this time much louder. with quirked eyebrows, peter detaches his lips from your skin. “um… hello?” he hesitantly answers. “finally. i was ready to come kick down your door, you idiot,” mj speaks through the thin wall. you squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance, not saying anything. “what do you want, mj? it’s late,” peter sighs back.

“so what? i know you’re not sleeping,” mj insists, leaning against the wall. “i can hear everything. hey, y/n.” peter’s face tints a light shade of pink. you make wide eyes up at him. “hi, i guess. you good over there?” her lips form a line. “i was until the horrendous sounds of parker clapping your cheeks disturbed my reading.” peter grips at your waist with a pout.

“what? we weren’t- i- i didn’t-“ “spare me the details,” mj sharply cuts in, opening whatever mystery novel she recently bought. “i don’t care what you do, as long as you do it quietly. deal?” seeing as peter is too flustered to speak, you take over again. “yeah, sorry. we’ll tone it down. goodnight, em.” “ciao,” she says before returning to her book.

peter shakes his head, fully burying his face in your neck. “that was embarrassing. she’s so…” “nosy,” you finish for him. your fingers brush back some hair that flopped over his forehead. “at least she’s not telling on us or whatever.” he puffs air out of his cheeks, placing a kiss under your chin. “true. you wanna pick up where we left off?” “ugh, yes,” you instantly groan.

your lips are colliding with peter’s again, just like that. it isn’t for too long. his hands settle on your stomach and under your shorts, then you hear someone banging on the door. they talk before either you or peter can tell them to fuck off.

“y/n, is that you?” brad questions, your face twisting in confusion. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?” peter bites the inside of his cheek while brad converses. “i stopped by your room. betty said you might be here… with him.” the him in question is peter, who chuckles bitterly. “what’s up, buddy? we’re kind of in the middle of something. i’m sure you knew that, too.”

“i didn’t, but thanks for sharing,” brad sarcastically responds. “y/n said she’d give me her notes on one of the da vinci exhibits.” peter cocks his head to the side. “she did?” he wonders, looking over at you. “you did?” “it was either that or help him myself,” you explain and drag your fingers along the back of his neck soothingly. “the kid doesn’t leave me alone.”

peter nods, wrapping a protective arm around your middle. “she’ll give you them tomorrow, brad. isn’t it past your bedtime?” “point taken,” brad scoffs and heads back to his room. you draw peter in closer to you. “thanks, pete. hopefully, that’ll be our last guest for the night.” he kisses both your cheeks with a grin. “where were we, mio amore?”

“ooh, i love it when you speak italian,” you giggle, peter cupping your face in his hands.“grazie, bellissima.” he winks and earns a puzzled face from you. “bellissima?” “that means beautiful.” instead of responding with words, you use your mouth to move on his. peter happily kisses back and lets your tongues intertwine. things quickly heat up, peter slipping your shorts down your legs and you lifting his pajama shirt.

you’re both only half undressed and running off broken up kisses, but so desperate. you part your legs for peter, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. “think you can keep your oath of silence?” he teases and nips at your covered collarbone. “the real question is, can you?” you challenge. peter doesn’t get the chance to answer because the door suddenly flies open.

there stands ned, his mouth agape at the sight of a shirtless peter undressing you. you’re the first to notice. you see over peter’s shoulder and gasp. concern covers his features. “what is it, baby? do you want-“ “ned!” you whisper yell. his concern becomes shock. “you want ned?” “no, peter! he’s right there!” teeth sinking into your lip, you point behind him. peter looks and surely enough, there’s his best friend rendered speechless in the doorway.

“dude, what the hell are you doing here?” peter squeaks, you grabbing your shorts from next to you. he turns around to shield you while you put them back on. “aren’t you supposed to be with betty?” “we, um, finished,” ned gulps in response. “finished what- oh.” peter scratches the back of his neck as it hits him. “yuck, ned. a gentleman never tells.” “says you! this is my room too, you know,” he defends himself, you moving out from behind peter.

“and betty’s room is also mine. consider us even,” you hand peter his t-shirt with a satisfied smirk. he murmurs a thank you and throws it back on. ned uncomfortably shifts from foot to foot in the doorway. “that’s fair… are you leaving now?” “i should before mr. harrington makes his rounds,” you reluctantly decide. “i liked it better when people actually knocked,” peter says under his breath, standing to give you a goodnight hug.

“it’s not even this bad at home. i’ll take my dad and friday spying on us over a walk of shame any day,” you exhale as peter pulls you into his chest. hugging back by his torso, you give him an innocent kiss on the cheek. his lips brush your forehead. “maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow. should we try again, same time?” a familiar and irritated voice yells through the wall. mj.

“please god, no!”