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v1ctor1asecretangel · 6 months ago

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Undercover

Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

warnings: p i v, semi public sex, bar bathroom sex, fluffy, bad smut writing cause i rushed it😭, slight fingering

word count: 2.1k

note: OKAY PLS READ FOR SOME CONTEXT!! so in this lets pretend peter doesnt know that erik is his father.... I LITERALLY COULD NOT THINK OF ANYONE ELSE TO PUT AS THE TARGET😭😭

MDNI 18+

Peter Maximoff, in true form, leaned casually against the bar, the mischievous glint in his deep bronze eyes shining beneath his tousled hair. A smirk danced on his lips, his trademark look, while his leather jacket gleamed slightly in the dim light. He threw you a playful glance, the corner of his mouth curling upward. Your pulse quickened, excitement intertwining with the thrill of your mission, the energy palpable between you.

The mission was straightforward in theory: infiltrate the bar, gather intelligence on a rumored underground operation, and remain unnoticed.

Peter raised a brow, his voice dripping with sarcastic charm. “So, you ready for this adventure? ’Cause I’m thinking we’re about to make one gnarly couple, don’t you?” His tone was light, but his eyes sparkled with that undeniable Maximoff mischief.

You gave him a skeptical look, keeping your voice low as you leaned closer. “Let’s just stick to the plan, okay? We need to blend in. Not make a scene.”

Peter, undeterred, shot you a mock pout. “Come on, don’t be such a square. We’re undercover, babe! Gotta add some spice. A little flirt-fest between us could totally sell this whole gig, don’tcha think?”

You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the edges of your lips. “Flirting isn’t part of the mission briefing. We’re supposed to act like a couple, not a couple of airheads having fun.”

He winked, leaning in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Relax, babe. It’s called method acting. Just roll with it. I mean, you’re lucky you get to hang with a guy as rad as me.” He leaned back, his grin widening. “Besides, a little hand-holding never killed anyone.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Hand-holding, huh? What’s next, kisses? I think you’re getting a little carried away, Maximoff.”

Peter shot you a playful smirk, waggling his eyebrows. “Who, me? Carried away? Pfft, nah. But hey, we gotta make it look real, right? And if that means we gotta smooch to sell the story, well… I’m just sayin’ im a pretty bitchin' kisser.” He slid his hand into yours, his fingers lacing through yours with ease. The sudden warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity up your arm, and despite your earlier words, you felt your pulse quicken.

You gave him a stern look, though the playful heat between you was undeniable. “Let’s just focus. We’ve got a job to do.”

Peter shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Sure thing, boss. But if this turns into a John Hughes flick, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He flashed you a grin, squeezing your hand gently before turning his attention to the room.

As the night stretched on, you and Peter navigated the bar seamlessly, weaving in and out of conversations and making casual small talk with patrons. Peter’s natural charm was disarming, and he wielded it with practiced ease, drawing people in with laughter and lighthearted banter. Meanwhile, you played the part of the attentive partner, throwing in affectionate glances and the occasional touch, all while keeping your senses sharp for any signs of your true objective.

“We’re looking for a dude named Erik,” you reminded him softly, leaning in to speak over the music. “Supposedly, he’s around here somewhere.”

Peter quirked a brow, tapping his chin theatrically. “Erik, huh? Sounds like a dude straight out of an action flick. Got it. Objective one: No making out with the fake boyfriend while looking for the bad guy. Objective two: Don’t get totally wrecked by said bad guy.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a grin. “Very funny. Let’s just stay focused.”

Peter’s energy never wavered, and he flitted effortlessly from group to group, flashing his trademark grin and making fast friends with everyone from the bartender to the bouncer. He threw himself into the role with abandon, though the playful tension between you two simmered just beneath the surface, always threatening to boil over.

“Man, this place is so bogus,” you said, playfully nudging his shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m stuck here with you.”

Peter gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Bogus? Babe, this place is a gold mine club! The tunes are totally righteous, the vibe is chill, and the drinks? On Charles! What more could you ask for?”

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible? Nah. Impossibly cool, maybe. Besides, you get to hang out with me. That’s primo, babe.”

As the banter continued, the underlying tension between you both crackled with intensity. Every glance, every brush of his hand against yours felt charged, like a live wire running beneath the surface of your mission.

After what felt like hours of mingling, you caught Peter’s eye and gave a subtle nod. It was time to move. Together, you made your way toward the back of the bar, slipping into a quieter, dimly lit corridor that led toward the restrooms. The pounding music faded into the background, leaving the space eerily quiet compared to the chaos just beyond.

“Erik's gotta be lurking back here somewhere.” you whispered, scanning the hallway.

Peter’s hand slipped from yours as he gestured down the hallway with a flick of his head. “I’ll take the right, you grab the left. Keep it cool, babe, don’t want things to go totally off the rails.”

Before you could argue, he was gone in a flash, disappearing down the right side of the corridor. You swallowed your nerves, adjusted your stance, and headed in the opposite direction.

The hall was dark, the air heavy with the scent of stale beer and something faintly metallic. As you approached the restroom, the sound of running water and the occasional clatter of something metallic filled the otherwise quiet space.

Peter reappeared seconds later, his grin as confident as ever. “Miss me?”

“Not really.” you replied with a smile, trying to match his nonchalance. “Find anything?”

“Nada,” he said with a dramatic sigh, though his eyes twinkled with mischief. “But something tells me things are about to get, like, totally heated.”

The air between you shifted as Peter stepped closer, his presence magnetic. The playful banter faded, replaced by an intense silence that buzzed with unspoken anticipation. Your breath caught as the space between you narrowed, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

There was a shift in the air between you, the playful banter fading into something deeper, more palpable. Peter stepped closer, his presence magnetic, drawing you in without either of you uttering a word. The intensity in his gaze caught you off guard, and before you realized what was happening, the space between you vanished.

Your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss, but the restraint didn’t last. In a matter of moments, the kiss deepened, the passion between you igniting with a sudden and unrelenting force. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until every part of you was pressed against him. The world outside—the mission, the bar, everything—faded into a distant blur. All that existed was the heat of his touch, the fervor in his kiss, and the overwhelming sense that this moment had been inevitable from the start.

As the kiss intensified, you lost yourself in the feel of him. The warmth of his skin beneath your fingers, the way his breath hitched every time your lips brushed against his. His mouth moved with a hunger that matched your own, a silent agreement that this was more than just a cover for the mission.

your bodies moved in perfect unison, as if they were two halves of the same whole. Peter's hands traced down your back, sending shivers down your spine, and you felt his erection press against your tummy as he pushed you against the wall.

You slowly pulled away from the kiss, your lips tingling from the intensity of it, but your body remained firmly pressed against Peter's. Your breasts flush against his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping through his shirt. The proximity between you was almost unbearable, each breath you took mixing with his, creating a charged intimacy that crackled in the small space between you. Your heart pounded in sync with his, the intensity of the moment thick and electrifying.

Your gaze locked onto his, unwavering and filled with an unspoken need. There was no hesitation in your voice as you whispered, your words heavy with desire. "Right here, Peter. Take me right here. Right now." The intensity in your eyes echoed the urgency in your voice, a plea that left no room for doubt, only raw, immediate passion.

all of a sudden you realize Peter has moved you both to a small restroom in the bar.

The bathroom was tiny, the walls painted a dark, almost black shade that made the light seem to flicker. Peter leaned you against the cool porcelain sink, his hands roaming up your body, leaving trails of heat in the tension. Your skin prickled with excitement, and you could feel the fabric of your dress straining against your curves. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. You gasped, your hand reaching up to tangle in his silver locks. His touch was firm, yet gentle, as if he knew exactly how to coax the responses he wanted from you.

The kiss grew more passionate, your tongues dancing together as the music from the bar pounded in the background. It was a rhythm that matched the beating of your hearts, a tempo that spurred them on. Peter's hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. You arched into him, eager for more. He groaned, the sound vibrating through your chest.

With a swift move, Peter lifted you onto the sink, your bodies aligned in a way that made it clear what was about to happen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you could feel his muscles tense as he held you there. His eyes searched yours for extra reassurance, and you nodded, your eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored his. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that spoke of need and desire. His hands moved to your hips, guiding you closer. You feel peter lift up your dress and push aside your panties while also unzipping his jeans and pulling out his hard length. You could feel the head of his erection at your entrance.

The world outside the stall faded away as Peter pushed into you, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. You tightened your grip on his shoulders, your nails digging half moon shapes into his shoulders as he began to thrust into your begging hole. His strokes were deep and deliberate, and you met him with every thrust, your bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. The coolness of the sink was a stark contrast to the heat between them, and you couldn't help but moan into his mouth, the sound muffled by your kisses. Peter's hands roamed your body, exploring every inch. You could feel his fingers tightening, his movements becoming more urgent.

Your breathing grew ragged, and you knew he was close to the edge. The music grew louder, the bass line pounding in time with your hearts. Peter's hand slipped between your thighs, down to your clit. You bit back a cry as he began to rub it in gentle circles. The sensation was too much, and you felt yourself falling apart in his arms, the orgasm ripping through you like lightning. He groaned, his hips bucking against you, and you felt him cum with you. His body shaking with the force of his release.

For a moment, You stayed like that, panting and clinging to each other, the only sound in the stall the muffled throb of the music outside. Then Peter leaned in, kissing your forehead gently, his eyes filled with a softness you hadn't seen before.

When you finally broke apart, both breathless, Peter leaned his forehead against yours, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. “Well, that escalated quickly.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, no kidding. But we should probably…”

“Get back to the mission?” Peter finished, his voice low and teasing. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips “Yeah, yeah. Mission first. But don’t think I’m done with you yet, babe.”

The thrill of the moment lingered between you as you got yourselves dressed. The mission still hanging in the air—but now, something much more electric simmered beneath the surface.

okay my shit 80s vocabulary needs to never be written again I APOLOGIZE IF ITS CORNY

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beforetimes · 8 months ago

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if there's one thing that can be said about peter maximoff, it's that he's always got his ear to the ground when it comes to gossiping. it's like, his thing by now. if anyone wanted to hide their secrets from him they'd be fresh out of luck because despite how much he darts around and lets himself trail off sentences in the middle of them to zip off and do something else because he got tired of slowing himself down in the middle of it, he is surprisingly good at being quiet when he needs to and being at the right place at the right time. he has a very good record when it comes to this stuff, so he knows it's not bullshit when he's figured out that his dad—which, like, wow, his dad?—is in the dating scene. he knows it. what's more of a surprise is that he's gotten all strung up with charles xavier, of all people.

which, like, peter doesn't hate the guy. he doesn't! he was just under the impression that ten years ago—wow, ten years really fly when you really think about it, that day feels like forever ago and yesterday at the same time—that charles and erik hated each other. so he guesses he missed the memo where they kissed and made up after punches were thrown in the pentagon's elevator by a drenched, half-sober man who looked like he would laser erik to death with his eyes the way scott tries to do to peter about four times a week without even taking off his glasses in case he'd accidentally make it stick. though he couldn't, because, like. peter is very fast. duh.

so. the evidence behind his claims goes as follows (of course he collected evidence, peter says to ororo, affronted, when she asks if he even had proof. what was he, an ameteur?):

1. erik keeps taking lunch breaks.

it's not like he didn't before but he was definitely less likely to. when they were rebuilding the x-mansion after it blew up and he was their heaviest lifter, it would be rare to peel him away from all the construction. erik was actually weirdly good at building, which peter didn't really expect for some reason because he was always under the impression all the guy did was like. terrorize people. or kill them. or twist spoons into pretzels just because he could. but no, nowadays he's been taking more lunch breaks than ever and it's a very pointed difference, even though they've already finished construction a few months ago and erik didn't really have a reason to stay. unless the reason to stay was so he could be with charles! (scott stares at him with that unimpressed, laser-eyes look again so peter flips him off and continues past the sputtering).

2. he's also like, weirdly nice now?

which isn't to say that peter didn't think terrorists couldn't be nice. which sounds bad but erik might be the one exception. anyway, when peter saved him about a decade ago he remembered the guy being kind of an asshole when he met up with charles for the first time and yes he knows that it puts a damper on his dating theory, jean, but he's not done yet so wait a second. anyway, he was less of an asshole when he came back to help fix the mansion after trying to kill the whole world so peter guessed he kind of swings on a pendulum between good and evil and whatever they get on that day is like the worlds most important and demented coin flip. that's besides the point. so when he was back here to help fix things up he stayed out of everyone's way and he wouldn't do much to bother anyone because in peter's opinion erik didn't want to scare the little kids who knew of his reputation even if they didn't know his face. but, like, now he's been here a while it's like a complete 180. peter caught him teaching a seven year old how to tie his shoes the other day. a thirteen year old shortstack was rocking back and forth on her heels while erik got her a book from one of the higher shelves of the mansions newly refurbished library (who knew that once you saved the world there would be at least one or two places willing to donate books on top of charles' infinite wealth?). it was like stepping into the twilight zone. but it was real. like, peter saw the hint of a real smile on erik's face one time when he saw the man looking over the grassy field of the school. it freaked him out a bit.

3. charles knows how erik takes his coffee

this is admittedly one of his weaker arguments from the lead-in, peter concedes when he gets blank stares from storm, jean, scott, and kurt. like, even kurt! he didn't think that was a look he could pull from that kid. anyway, peter says that it's pretty damn obvious that erik has a whole thing when it comes to charles being in his head. he's heard from someone who heard from a friend who eavesdropped on a teacher who overheard charles and raven after a faculty meeting that the helmet erik wore all the damn time when he was evil was to keep charles from getting into his head. which explains a lot. anyway erik has a complex about charles getting in his head. but he doesn't wear the helmet now and peter heard charles one morning when he was getting ready to start the day off by eating at least two and a half boxes of poptarts. he heard the man say something like coffee? and he heard erik reply with a hum and charles went how dyou want it and erik said don't you know already? and peter had peered in then and seen erik gesture to his head. and he wasn't defensive about it at all and charles had this really weird look on his face that peter spend a few seconds examining in hyperspeed before getting away from the whole thing because the vibes were so weird. but yeah. erik let charles into his head just for some coffee after spending like two decades trying to keep charles out of his head. which has to mean something (and peter knows he's hooked them now because even scott is leaning in like he's interested and that kid would pretend he had a ticklish throat and needed a water bottle more than anyone else in the immediate vicinity if peter was on fire in front of him).

4. all the chess boards

like, they're all over the place. it's excessive. there's a different game set up in the library, on a table in the garden, on charles' desk in his office, on erik's desk in his office and his bedroom. and no one touches them because no one likes fucking chess except for cute little ten year old jenny because her grandfather taught her before she accidentally turned his house into clouds and seventeen year old thomas who's a prick because he thinks he's more distinguished than anyone ever because he came all the way over from europe or whatever the fuck and peter can't see either of them sitting down to play one game, let alone multiple. and he knows chess is charles and erik's thing because he saw the board in erik's room one time—(you were in his room? ororo asks with a very deep look and peter nods and goes yeah we've been bonding lately but it's kind of one sided because it's more like me showing up and him tolerating me until i leave but like it's progress!)—and peter asked before erik could get a chance to politely kick him out and erik actually paused and told him that chess was a shared hobby of theirs from a few years back and get this, peter says conspiratorially, leaning forward as the rest follow suit. he smiled. like a full on real smile with teeth. and peter was so taken aback he was like that's sweet man and then left before he could be kicked out. and now he knows that the only people who play chess in this mansion are dickhead european thomas and sweet little jenny and charles and erik, all the games all over the place have to be charles and erik's which means they spend a lot more time together than he thought before. and they plan to spend it together because a lot of these games are half finished, like they leave and come back every few days depending on how much free time either of them have. (and now everyone looks thoroughly hooked because the evidence peter brings is good because peter is a hell of a gossip, dammit. he won't have people questioning his skills when it comes to this. he was made to be at old little women's tea parties where they talk about their evil husbands doing war crimes. that's what he guesses goes on there, anyway, considering his first gossip session with his mom went that way)

5. charles is happier now

and jean frowns at this one right off the bat but no one really says anything because the way peter said it was soft and kind of less jokey than the rest of his tirade. because it was something he wasn't really expecting? because charles wasn't sad per se, he was always happy in front of the kids and he didn't try to drag them down with his own moods and ever since the guy got sober he's looked a hell of a lot more put together than when he showed up on peter's doorstep, tired and hungover and just plain heartbroken. but even in that small time frame between defeating apocalypse and the mansion being rebuilt, he was just... sort of happy. happy he lived, maybe. happy the world made it and his mansion was being rebuilt so he could home all these poor kids without anywhere to turn to that understood them. but wow, the stark difference between a charles that was kind of okay and a charles that was happy was like night and day. he was just so much brighter now that it took peter aback sometimes. he hummed under his breath whenever peter walked by him in the halls at a human speed and those old withered plants in his office started to stand taller, as if someone finally started watering them. and hank stopped staring at charles the way he did when peter met them a decade ago—waiting for something to give. so, yeah, charles is definitely happier now when no one even knew he was unhappy at all. and it all started when erik started taking lunch breaks.

and jean and scott and ororo and kurt are looking at him less like he's pulling their legs and more like he's made a point that makes them a little sad which wasn't the goal but he gets it. charles is like, jean's dad in a way, and the rest really look up to him despite only being here just shy of a year, so to hear this guy that they always saw as this strong bastion of optimism and goodwill was just sort of sad all the time right under their noses was probably depressing the hell out of the four of them. but it was the truth. and peter knows it was because he can practically see them recalling how the professor was before he got there and before he made up with erik.

so yeah. peter is right. erik and charles are probably dating and now four more people know that charles is happier than he was before and erik is too. and privately, peter thinks maybe if erik is happy to find family in charles, he'd be happy to find family in peter, too. but that's something for another day. he's just suddenly aware of the fact that he's so glad these guys who were so bent out of shape and angry and irritated and heartbroken and assholeish ten years ago are looking at each other like the sun took up custody of both their smiles or whatever.

anyway i'll see you guys later, peter tells them, and races off before they can say anything. he's already halfway across the school and in his room playing pac-man before any of them can blink.

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americanwh0rerstory · 7 months ago

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PT 2 FOR THE DRUNK PETER FIC PLS- LOVED IT🩶

DRUNK AT THE X MANSION 2 [peter maximoff]

drunk!peter x f!reader

SUMMARY: after taking peter up on his ‘theory’, a simple night in turns into a hell of alot more

CONTENT WARNING: grinding, unprotected p in v, kinda sub!peter

A/N: i’m hope this lives up to its predecessor, thx for all the love on part one <3

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. CONSUMPTION IS DONE AT OWNS FAULT

“wanna test that theory out?”

you paused for a moment, the intention behind peter’s words rendered you speechless for a moment of two before you silently nodded your head in agreement

without waisting any time, peter crawled up your body so he could kiss you. his lips crashed against yours whilst he began to knead your boobs through your t-shirt. his lips wove perfectly with your own, his tongue gently squeezing its way in between your lips so he could deepen the kiss. with one hand cupping your breast and the other tangled in your hair, peter began to blindly unbutton your shirt with expert fingers.

you moaned into the kiss, feeling his own contort into a smirk when he heard the moan escape from your lips. he pushed his knee in between your legs, forcing them to spread before he broke the kiss to get some air

“y’know, you’re like hot as fuck” he slightly slurred with a lopsided grin before adjusting position so he could grind his very obvious bulge against your clothed core. after removing your shirt and bra he did exactly what his ‘theory’ stated and buried his face back between your tits, planting kisses on the sensitive skin

soft whines escaped from the speedster’s lips as he rutted against you desperately, already feeling the release knotting up in his lower stomach. whilst holding back on his orgasm he hastily removed his jeans as well as your bottoms, doing so in a split second with the help of his mutation. he ran the head of his dick up and down your sopping slit for a moment before pushing into you and instantly beginning to thrust

thanks to his mutation, he felt like a realer version of a vibrator - which he was. that sensation already had you seeing stars, and peter a whining whimpering mess. his thrusts were sloppy and never in a stable rhythm but you blamed that on the alcohol coursing through his veins from the party, but even this rhythmless animalistic sex was euphoric.

his balls slapped against you, but you barely noticed from his speed. his whimpers vibrator against your chest we he buried his face as deep as he could between your boobs. his orgasm washed over him and caused him to spurt thick ropes of cum into you, filling you completely. but he didn’t stop, it wasn’t enough for him.

tears of pleasurable overstimulation began to prick at the corners of your eyelids whilst you let out the loudest moans he had ever heard. the constant feeling of his tip ‘buzzing’ against your g-spot brought you orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm. each time your toes curled, your back arched upwards, and your entire face twisted to match your pleasure.

even the sound of you cumming made him - somehow - speed up from deep within you, his dick twitching and pulsating as he continued his relentless but pleasurable assault on your poor pussy.

it had been 5 nonstop orgasms, and it was only just beginning for you.

A/N: am i tempted to turn this into a series? yes. yes i am.

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natelikestowrite2054 · 5 months ago

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The Infection. Wanda Maximoff. Chapter 1

Wanda's not here. We are all that remains.

Summary: After a mission overseas, you return to the compound and meet up with Peter Parker. But something unknown attacks the base, and you soon learn who's behind the carnage.

Warnings: Infected Wanda, uneasy atmosphere, violence, suspense.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy reading this first chapter. There will be more to come.

You huffed as you dried hair after taking a well-deserved hot shower. Today had been grueling and unforgiving. The muscles in your body ached badly from the slightest bit of movement, and your eyes could barely stay open. But this wasn't a first-time experience for you. It was one you had done numerous times with the Avengers. The scars down your back, chest, and arms each held a story worth telling.

It had been over a year now since joining their team. A day that you'd never likely forget about. But unlike a majority of them. You didn't wear a suit of armor, possess secret powers, or have superhuman strength. No, you were a normal person, but not without the means to defend yourself. Your old life had taught you many lessons, and that was what aided you the day it all changed.

You neatly folded the towel and hung it over the heated rack. Sighing, you picked up your phone and opened it to check if Wanda had seen your messages. Two messages you'd sent half an hour ago had still gone unseen. Now you were getting worried. You typed up another message to send to her.

Wanda, I'm starting to really worry about you. You only said a few words to me or anyone when we left Sokovia, and then you suddenly disappeared as soon as we got back. If you need space, I understand, but please communicate with me. I love you so much, and I'm here for you. ❤️

Your mind pondered on the circus of theories as to what could've made Wanda so distant that she'd dissappear from everyone.

Did going back to Sokovia reawaken her painful memories? Should you have said more to comfort her? Was she planning on breaking up with you?

You snapped out of those delusional thoughts and exited the bathroom, switching off the lights and carrying your uniform over your forearm. The smell of fabric triggered deep memories of nostalgia from days long gone. You gently placed the outfit on the bed and searched for clothes for the evening.

Ding!

Your heart skipped a beat hearing the notification. You nearly stumbled forward, trying to get your leg through your sweatpants, hoping that Wanda had finally answered your messages. You scooped up your phone and opened to see it was a text message from Peter Parker.

Hey, I'm swinging in now. Meet you at the entrance?

Oh shit. You mumbled, realizing you had forgotten about your plans to hang out with Peter. You had been so overwhelmed with the stress of Wanda that you'd completely forgotten about tonight. It was something you'd planned out for some time, and you had been looking forward to it.

Peter wasn't a part of the Avengers, and that made it almost impossible for you two to see one another. You first met Peter when Tony Stark recruited him to help with a mission. Peter preferred to work alone and stick to being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. But the day you two met, there was an instant connection.

You ruffled your hair, trying to ease the sudden anxiety of forgetting the hangout. Reluctantly, you texted Peter back.

Sure, I'll meet you by the entrance.

A few seconds later Peter replied.

See you soon.

You pocketed your phone and fixed your hair after messing it up out of frustration. I suppose tonight wouldn't be so bad. After all, you were in need of a break after the eventful day. You walked out of the room into the hallway toward the elevator. Your fingers pressed the top button, and the doors grumbled open. You stepped inside and waited for the lift to arrive at the bottom.

Once you had arrived, you eagerly squeezed through the still-opening elevator doors. The anxiety and excitement of seeing Peter clashed inside you like swords on a battlefield. Your eyes caught him just walking in through the front entrance. He seemed to be struggling to stuff his mask into his jacket.

"Are you struggling a little bit there, Parker?" You snickered. "No, it just won't. Ah, I got it," Peter said. He turned to look at you only to be greeted with a tight embrace. Peter hugged you back, and you winced. "Oh, are you okay?" Peter gasped. "Yeah, I'm just sore from today. I'll talk about it later. But it's great to see you again, Peter. How have you-" An unwelcomed smell entered your nostrils, and you immediately asked, "Okay, why do you smell like pizza?"

Peter clearly embarrassed and turning red answered sheepishly, "Because I've been delivering pizzas."

"Wait, you're delivering pizzas now?" You asked almost a bit taken aback. "When did this start?" "Oh, I started a few months back," Peter told. A thought came to your mind and it made you snort. "Please tell me you've been swinging around in your costume when delivering them, oh please," you prayed. Peter smiled to hide his embarrassment as he admitted to it. You laughed, imagining how confusing it must look for New Yorkers seeing Spider-Man deliver pizzas. "Oh, my gosh, that's brilliant. I can imagine J. Jonah Jamerson is printing a front page for that one. Speaking of that, what happened to taking pictures of yourself for that knucklehead?" You asked, nudging Peter's side.

"I-I've still been doing that. The pizza delivery job is just some extra work." Peter explained. "How come?" You asked. "Well, it's just I've been a little bit behind on rent." Peter told.

"Do you need money?" You asked. "No, no, please, I can't take any of your money. I'll figure something out." Peter assured.

"Peter, if you need help, we -" Peter immediately dismissed your offer again. "No, it's fine, really. I have it under control." You breathed out through your nose to keep your sigh of frustration hidden. "Okay, but please, if you change your mind. We are all here for you."

"I appreciate it, Y/N, thanks." Peter thanked with a cute smile.

You pressed the button for the elevator doors to open. "Tonight, we're just going to relax and enjoy ourselves," you said. "Are you up for a movie and some board games?" "Sounds great, let's do it." Peter agreed. As you both entered the elevator, you pressed for the top floor.

"Is everyone here tonight?" Peter asked. You scratched an itch on your nose before answering, "Yeah, everyone's here. We recently got back from a mission in Sokovia." "Sokovia?" Peter repeated with a peak of interest dripping from his quirky voice. "Yeah, Wanda informed us of another Hydra base there," you explained. "Did you find out what they were doing there?" Peter inquired. "Not yet. We're still reviewing the data we saved before it was all wiped clean. But from what I could gather is that Hydra was running some kind of experiments."

"Experiments?" "What kind?" Peter asked. "Some kind of human testing. We were concerned about there being new super humans. But again, we won't fully know as half the data was destroyed when we began our assault."

"Mhm, so everything else is okay?" Peter asked. "Yeah, everything's... f-fine." You answered, not trying your best to hide the stress and worry for Wanda that was eating you like a cancer.

"Hey, you okay?" You glanced back up at Peter and stuttered with your explanation. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine just tired."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked again.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you whispered with a half convincing smile.

The mini screen in the corner of the elevator caught your attention. For some bizarre reason, the floor numbers seem to have frozen in time. But that's when you noticed the shift in Peter's expression. His eyes were wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Peter?" "Peter what's wrong?" You asked. Those few seconds felt like a lifetime time before Peter answered, "Y/N, something's wrong, something's -"

The elevator suddenly stopped.

You both froze in place, feeling the rumble of the elevator throughout your bodies. The lights from above flickered on and off until darkness followed. "What happened to the power?!" You exclaimed whilst frantically pushing the buttons on the panel. Nothing worked. Peter stepped toward the doors, prying his fingers in-between them. The young hero grunted with effort as he separated the doors. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Peter stepped out first, keeping his arm out in front of you in a protective manner. His eyes scanned the darkened hallway for any sudden movements.

"W-What's going on?" You muttered.

"Y/N, listen to me. There's something very dangerous nearby. Whatever it is, we need t-"

The thundering sound of clanging echoed through the floors above. You looked up toward the ceiling, listening to the deafening noises. But what came next was unlike anything you'd heard before. A loud screeching roar beyond human capability, and it made every hair on your body stand up. You started to hyperventilate, feeling the vibration of it throughout your body. "W-What was..." You choked out through your panicked breaths.

"Come on!" Peter exclaimed as he shoved the staircase door open. You raced after Peter with the adrenaline, igniting and fueling your body like a soldier charging onto the battlefield. As you climbed the stairs, the sound of gunfire and yelling was growing louder with every step. "Come on, Y/N!" Peter yelled from above. "We're almost at the top!" You leaped up the last set of stairs when you heard the screeching of Peter's shoes. You halted thinking Peter had come face to face with what was responsible. But as you looked up, there was nothing but what remained of the stairway door.

You slowly stepped up onto the walkway and inspected the scene of the crime. The door had been torn apart from the center and pulled inward. But what caught your eye made your heart skip a beat. Carved deep into the metal of the door appeared to be the workings of something with sharp claws.

"What could've done this?" You whispered.

Peter unzipped his grey jacket and swiftly took it off, revealing his tightly red and blue fitted costume. You turned away to look back at the door and bravely decided to investigate further. "Y/N, wait." Peter warned. You ignored it and squeezed through the gap in the door. Once you were through, your eyes gazed upon more of the same claw marks on the wall. Following the trail lead, you down the blackened hallway where the doors leading to the living room had been ripped clean off.

"Peter." You quietly called. Peter emerged through the gap and saw the carnage before him. "Oh my God." Peter gasped with wide eyes. "Okay, Y/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to get out of here and call Nick Fury. I'll go and investigate." Shaking your head, you argued, "No, I'm not leaving you here." Peter stepped closer and put both his hands on your biceps with a firm grip. "Y/N, please just listen to me. Whatever did this is dangerous. I sensed it before the power was cut. I can't let you get hurt." Again, you shook your head, ignoring Peter's reason. "I can't let you face this alone, I won't run knowing I could've done something." "Y/N it's too dangerous, and you don't have anything to protect yourself with," Peter pointed out.

"I'm staying." You repeated arrogantly.

Peter stared into your eyes. His expression was mixed between frustration, anger, and worry, knowing he couldn't change your mind. Peter pulled down his mask and repeated, "Okay, but promise me that the moment something happens to me. You save yourself. Promise me."

"I promise Peter." You answered confidently.

Peter nodded, and you both started to move cautiously toward the living room. He kept his arm out in front of in a protective manner. Anxiety made your hands clamy, and your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you entered the room.

Your eyes scanned the darkened area. There was no sign of anybody. Glass was scattered all over the floor, the couches and TV were tipped over, pieces of Tony's equipment broken and discarded like trash. Even one of the large windows had been shattered. It was like a battlefield. You continued following behind Peter with sweat dripping down your face like raindrops. When you felt something underneath your foot. You lifted your shoe off the object only to see it was a gun.

Natasha's gun.

You scooped up the pistol and checked it only to find the weapon had been completely emptied. Whatever Natasha was trying to bring down didn't surcome easily to bullet wounds.

Peter's eyes surveyed the area in front of him when he suddenly felt his spidey sense trigger drowning out his footsteps that came to a hault. You felt Peter's hand grab your shirt in a bone crushing grip. He whispered in a low tone, "Y/N, don't move." You froze like a statue, not daring to move another muscle.

Peter's breathing was shallow. His sharp spidey sense ringed loudly. Peter desperately searched for the threat, but there was nothing but the darkness that swallowed you both like a nightmare. The young hero needed to concentrate on where the threat was and quickly. Peter took a deep breath in and let it out. All went quiet. Peter's spidey sense homed in on the danger, and he moved his two fingers to the center of his web shooter before whispering the bone-chilling word.

"Run."

Peter shoved you out of the way. Emerging from the darkness were a pair of long tendrils that grabbed ahold of Peter's wrists and ankles like an octopus seizing its prey from within its lair.

You landed hard on the ground, crazing your cheek on the broken glass. Turning your head, you saw Peter pinned against the wall by the long, dark tendrils. Suddenly, one of the tendrils perked up and lunged toward you. Just as it was about to snatch your ankle, it was yanked back by one of Peter's webs. "Run, Y/N, RUN!" Peter groaned out.

You quickly stood to your feet and sprinted out of the room toward the stairway door. The sound of Peter's yellling traveled through the walls and followed you like a haunting spirit of mockery. The thought of what that monster was doing to Peter was too much bear, but you couldn't stop. You had to escape whilst Peter held it off.

The last flight of stairs was just below you now. You wasted no time and leaped down them, landing on your two feet. Grunting, you pushed the door open and sprinted toward the exit. You could make out the sight of the far-off street lights through the glass windows above the front door. Freedom was just ahead you could almost taste it.

Suddenly, you stopped hearing a loud rumble from above. The ground shook like an earthqauke was unfolding. Your eyes followed the sourace above when the ceiling collapsed, forcing you to retreat. You helplessly watched as Peter fell through the rubble. He reached out to fire a web to save himself, but it was too late. Peter crashed onto the title surface, cracking it. His body went limp as he laid trapped underneath a pile of rubble.

"Peter!" You cried.

You ran to Peter's side. But stopped upon seeing a dark shadow land in front of you and to your horror you saw it was...

Wanda.

No, it couldn't be. But it was indeed her. The right half of her body was consumed by a black and red substance that stretched all across the right side of her body like torn clothing. But the most disturbing feature was the right side, her mouth littered with rows of sharp fang like teeth.

You turned to flee. But Wanda was too fast. She raised up her right arm, and the black and red goo stretched across her hand like multiple streams transforming into a long tendril. It attacked with incredible speed and wrapped tightly around your throat. You kicked and squirmed as the oxygen supply to your lungs was cut off.

Wanda slowly turned you to face her and pulled you uncomfortably close to her face. Her wide pupils stared deeply into yours like a vengeful demon. "W-Wanda." You choked out in a pleading tone. The cold, slimey tendril tightened like an anaconda. All you heard leaving Wanda's lips was a chuckle that echoed through your ears.

As your world began to turn dark, you continued to thrash desperately, trying to break free, but you slowly felt yourself scumming to the sleep.

"Sweet dreams, little lamb."

#mcu #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #spiderman #peter parker #the avengers #symbiote suit #wanda maxmoff x y/n #thriller #suspense #marvel #y/n

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i-am-not-a-villain · 9 months ago

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MARVEL ROLE-PLAY DISCORD SERVER

Hello fellow Marvel fan! Are you looking for a Marvel role-play Discord server? Are you looking for people who are as obsessed with Marvel as you? Well, if you do, today is your luck day! I have just the right thing for you!

My friend made an MCU/Marvel role-play Discord server a while ago, and we are currently looking for more people who could be active to join our server! Our server is a very good opportunity to connect with other Marvel fans and make new friends.

Our server is a safe place for any Marvel fans! We have different channels such as therapy and school help for our members to help each other out. We also have channels for members to share your Marvel theories or memes / fanart / photos with each other. And a channel for suggestions to make our server even more amazing.

Occasionally, our members would have group calls to play party games or watch (Marvel) movies together. ( It's one of my personal favorite things about the server :D ) And of course, you don't have to join our calls if you are not too comfortable or you are simply not available to join.

If you want to do any nsfw role-play, there will be a channel for any 18+ rp. But please keep anything nsfw in that specific channel. In case some of our members are not too comfortable with nsfw.

You can choose any character to rp as long as it's not taken already, that's mean each person can choose one character to role-play as, and only one person can role-play as one character. Here are the characters that are taken so far :

Loki ( a.k.a owner of the server )

Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow ( me )

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Wanda Maximoff / The Scarlet Witch

Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange

Sylvie

Pepper Potts

Shuri

Peter Peter

Deadpool

Yelena

Magneto

Cyclops

Wolverine

I will update the list as each person joins our server

It will be amazing if you would like to join us! But since we do not want our server to become a toxic place instead of a safe place for anyone, the owner did make up a few rules you must respect :

We do not expect any of the following :

Homophobia

Transphobia

Islamophobia

Sexism

Racism

Or any disrespect towards any group(s) or people

No toxic or problematic behavior would be allowed ( such as black mail, gaslight, doxxing, death treats, ect )

You must be between the ages of 14-19 to join our server

No advertisements allowed

As mentioned before, this is a safe for anyone. Therefore, you have to be respectful. Even if you don't agree with other's opinions ( such as ships, head cannon, ect ), you have to respect it. We are not going to start any ship wars, fandom wars, or anything similar to those.

Our members are from across the world! Therefore, please respect other members' races, cultures, and religions.

Please do not post anything inappropriate, such as intimate photos and/ or fanart/ drawings, heavy gore, pornoghpy, inappropriate messages directed to other member(s), or things similar to the examples. There will be minors in the server (such as myself)

You WILL be permanently banned from the server if you break any rules. We will NOT tolerate any toxic or problematic behavior.

And last but not least, if you are really interested in joining the server. Please dm me on my main account, @epiione , about what character you are choosing to role-play as, and I let you know the next steps to join the server. :)

Before I end the post, I just want to say that we could be kind of weird sometimes. Don't mind the weirdness! Anyone is welcome to join the server. We are really, really excited to have new members joining our server!

Thank you so so much for reading! Even if you are not interested, it would be really really helpful if you could like or reblog this post so people who might be interested in joining the server could see it! It would also be great if you could share this post with your friends who might be interested. I am really excited to make some new friends!

Please let me know if you have any questions.

Can't wait to see you on the server!

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velvet4510 · 3 months ago

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#avengers secret wars #avengers movies #mcu #mcu phase 6 #multiverse saga #quicksilver #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #mcu theory #mcu movies #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #avengers: secret wars #secret wars #mcu poll

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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year ago

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congrats on 1k! i wanted to request scene 2 and 11 (or just one of them) from the fluffy list with wanda :)

thank you so much!! and thanks for the prompt ♡ hope you like it!

2 & 11 - comparing hand sizes as an excuse to hold hands + smiling against your partner’s lips as you kiss

wanda maximoff x reader

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It was Wanda’s idea to take a walk through the park, and what a beautiful day for it. There's only a few clouds in the sky, birds chirping musically overhead, and plenty of other people enjoying the weather.

Eventually, you both found yourself lounging beneath a tree in the shade. Your back is resting against the truck while Wanda is half-curled in your lap, your fingers carding through her hair. Conversation had naturally petered out and now you were just enjoying each other’s company.

Wanda sighs in content. “This is nice.”

You hum in agreement, lightly scratching at her scalp. You smile when she shivers and wiggles closer.

“How do your tiny hands feel so good?” she wonders aloud.

“Excuse you,” you reply with an incredulous laugh, nudging at her forehead. “My hands are not small.”

Wanda rolls onto her back to grin at you. “Yes, they are. They're tiny and cute, just like the rest of you.”

“I’ll have you know I am average height and my hands are perfectly normal sized.”

“Oh yeah?” she challenges. “Wanna test that theory?”

“It's not a theory, it's a fact! Hold up your hand, I’ll prove it,” you reply, raising your own and gesturing for her to do the same.

She laughs, but listens, bringing her hand up to yours, palm to fingertips. She laughs even harder when you scowl, seeing her fingers reach about half an inch taller than yours. Before you can pout too hard and pull away, she laces her stupid, longer fingers with your stupid, shorter ones. With a smug grin, she kisses the back of your hand.

You narrow your eyes. “You look awfully pleased with yourself,” you observe, suspicious.

“I don't know what you mean,” she says as she widens her eyes innocently.

She giggles when you loom closer to her, noses touching.

“You're lucky I like you,” you mutter, fighting your own smile.

You're both smiling a bit too wide to kiss at first, but her happiness tastes too good to separate.

#bmlfm 1k celebration #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fic #avengers fic #marvel fic

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darlingdespairstims · 5 months ago

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My Fictional CG list

Marvel -

Storm / ororo munroe

Wolverine / James "Logan" Howlett

Cyclops / Scott Summers

Rouge / Anna Marie

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Professor X / Charles Xavier

Magneto / Erik lehnsherr

Deadpool / Wade Wilson

Yukio

Spiderman / Peter Parker

Spider-Man 2099 / miguel o'hara

Mystique / Raven Darkhölme

Jean grey

Pavitr Prabhakar

Scarlett witch / Wanda Maximoff

Thor

Loki

Captain America / Steve Rogers

Winter soldier / Bucky Barnes

Black widow / Natasha Romanoff

DC -

Batman / Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn / Harleen Quinzel

Poison ivy / Pamela Isley

Bat girl / Barbara Gordon

Nightwing / dick Grayson

Red hood / Jason Todd

Wonder woman / Diana of Themyscira

Superman / Clark Kent

Starfire

Twisted wonderland -

Leona Kingscolar

Lilia Vanrouge

Azul Ashengrotto

Jamil viper

Divus crewel

Malleus draconia

vil schoenheit

Baldur's gate 3 -

Karlach

Astarion

Halsin

Minthara

Creepypasta -

Jane the killer

Eyeless jack

Jeff the killer

Homicidal Liu

Ticci toby

Ben drowned

Clockwork

Nina the killer

Monster high -

Clawdeen wolf

Venus mcflytrap

Twyla boogieman

Spectra Vondergeist

Lagoona blue

scarah screams

Sirena Von Boo

Robecca Steam

Operetta

Jinafire Long

Catty Noir

Mystic messenger -

ZEN / Hyun Ryu

V / Jihyun Kim

Jaehee Kang

Jumin Han

Identity V -

The photographer / Joseph desaulniers

The violinist / Antonio

The prospector / Norton campbell

The mercenary / Naib Subedar

The Professor / Luchino Diruse

Weeping clown / Joker

The novelist / Orpheus

The Batter / Ganji Gupta

Bloody queen / Mary

"Prisoner" / Luca Balsa

"Knight" / Richard Sterling

Genshin Impact -

Kaeya Alberich

Diluc Ragnvindr

Jean

Lisa

Venti

Zhongli

Neuvillete

Ningguang

Beidou

Candace

Dehya

Yae Miko

Arlecchino

Black butler -

Grell Sutcliff

Ciel phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Alois Trancy

Sonic the hedgehog -

Rouge the bat

Amy rose

Blaze the cat

Shadow the hedgehog

Knuckles

Vanillia T. Rabbit

Tikal

Sally acorn

My little pony -

Princess Luna

Princess celestia

Fluttershy

Lyra heartstring

Queen chrysalis

Princess Cadance

Octavia Melody

Mrs. Cup Cake

Sugar belle

Rarity

Apple jack

Zecora

Steven universe -

Garnet

Pearl

Sapphire

Blue Diamond

Mouthwashing -

Curly

Anya

Daisuke

Ever after high -

Madeline Hatter

Briar Beauty

Raven Queen

Blondie Lockes

Ashlynn Ella

Cerise Hood

Arcane -

Mel

Sevika

Caitlyn

House MD -

Gregory house

Lisa Cuddy

Allison Cameron

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Disney -

Aurora

Jasmin

Ariel

Tiana

Cinderella

Megara

Cookie Run -

Blackberry Cookie

Golden cheese cookie

Dark cocoa cookie

Pure vanilla cookie

White lily cookie

Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

Kouign-Amann Cookie

Royal Margarine Cookie

Tarte Tatin Cookie

Latte Cookie

Almond Cookie

Shining Glitter Cookie

Oyster Cookie

Moonlight Cookie

Financier Cookie

Golden Osmanthus Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie

Caramel Arrow Cookie

Blueberry Pie Cookie

Vampire cookie

Raspberry cookie

Invincible -

Mark Grayson

Debbie Grayson

Eve Wilkins

Miscellaneous characters -

Sally face / sal fisher

Steven Stoughton (strangled red)

The huntress (dead by daylight)

Aren Kuboyasu (Saiki K)

Kenny McCormick (South park)

Kyle Broflovski (South park)

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy {sorta}

Paracelsus (guilty gear)

Testament (guilty gear)

Zane ro'meave (Aphmau)

Aaron Lycan (Aphmau)

Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

Gallagher (Honkai : star rail)

Boothill (Honkai : star rail)

Howl (howls moving castle)

Wednesday Adams

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Barbra Maitland (Beetlejuice)

Lady dimitrescu (residents evil)

Masky/Tim (marble Hornets)

Morticia Adams

Leonardo hofstadter (the big bang theory)

Mikoto Aiura (Saiki K)

Mark Greyson (invincible)

Atom Eve (invincible)

The end..! (≡^∇^≡)

#fictional cg #info #fictional caregiver

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silverzoomies · 9 months ago

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Okok… can you spoil what happened to quicksilver in the Deadpool movie real quick… I doubt I will see the movie and I can’t find anything online 😭😭

hiiii anon !!! 💗 sure thing !! i'll explain under the cut !! it really is a good movie!! i adored it sm, but i'm a big x-men girlie 💗💗💗

in the movie, most of the fox universe marvel characters are stuck in the void. the cameos are very recognizable, if you grew up on early marvel films. it feels like an homage to marvel movies pre-mcu. especially the x-men. like a kind of send-off to that era.

anyway, i explain this to clarify, when they mention quicksilver; they're 100% talking about peter maximoff. and his canonical fate is as follows:

quicksilver (probably in his 60s, if we're following timeline logic) ended up in the void with the other x-men. they all tried to fight cassandra nova alongside other fox characters. but quicksilver died fighting her. and so did magneto, along with others.

the end credits show a lot of behind the scenes x-men stuff, all from the fox movies. you get like two seconds of behind the scenes, dofp quickie. the friend group i went with all turned and looked at me in unison when he popped up. lmao 💗��

tldr; he's dead as disco. further confirming my theory that we'll never see him again lol

#txt #asks #deadpool and wolverine spoilers #quicksilver #peter maximoff #this gave me soooo much closure ngl

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winterironrox · 2 years ago

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse Review

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️SPOILERS BELOW ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

This is not a simple review. It will contain specifics and loud opinions.

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I just need to start this off by saying that I fucking love Hobie. He is definitely one of the best parts of the movie. I am so happy that the rumor I heard about Hobie liking Gwen and creating a “love triangle” was not true. I very much dislike “love triangles.” I was screaming the entire time Hobie was on screen. He’s an anarchy genius.

Pavitr is the sweetest lil bean. It was such a relief seeing a happy Spider-Man. I really loved seeing Indian culture represented in a simple everyday way.

The Morales family is amazing and I only want the best for them. Mr. and Mrs. Morales are trying hard to be good parents and it shows.

Peter B. Parker what the hell are you thinking bringing a child into a violent fight?? I can sort of forgive the first one but then lying to MJ about it. You were literally carrying MayDay in a bjorn on a bullet train going skyward. I understand that you want Miles to see MayDay and see the good he brought you but a violent environment is not the time or place.

Speaking of bad parenting, Gwen’s father is an immature ass. When Gwen said, “You’re a good cop, Dad.” I wanted her to follow it up with, “but not a good father.” Why can’t superheroes condemn their parents?

Superhero movies don’t allow characters to hold their parents accountable because they’re objectively made for children to enjoy and children aren’t meant to question or judge their parents. When a parent missteps the child is required to meet the parent where they stand by accepting that everything was done out of love. How the child feels and how the slight effected them isn’t discussed. Marvel did this with Howard and Tony as well as Odin, Loki, and Thor. It’s insane that Sony and Marvel deny children seeing their heroes protect themselves and set boundaries with the people who are supposed to care for them above all others.

Miles is truly a King. He’s better than all those other spider-people and right now I don’t think they deserve the good he’s gonna bring them.

I’m not the biggest fan of Gwen’s actions or the romance between her and Miles. I would have preferred to see Tiana Toomes with Miles but Miles does go the furthest with Gwen out of all his girlfriends, opinions can be made as to why that is, so Gwen and Miles makes sense. I feel that their relationship is still in the crush stages and after her betrayal it could be the end of it. Maybe we could see Tiana, Kate, or someone else in the future.

I’m sure Miles is going to forgive Peter and Gwen but I at least want him to make them sweat more or for them to admit in full why they betrayed him. In order for Sony and Marvel to stop showing their audiences that unconditional forgiveness is required characters need to communicate and reach an understanding that isn’t one person deciding to be the bigger person, especially the child.

It’s fascinating to me that spider-people are so willing to rationalize their losses that they will all follow Miguel when he is clearly wrong.

Miguel that world fell apart because you were in it not because a canon event didn’t happen. Canon events, termed by Miguel, are just common themes that have/will lead to similar events because of course they will. Someone not dying in one instance is not the same as someone making roots in a universe that is not their own. The universe is resilient and it will correct itself. If a person’s death is more important than their survival then don’t worry the universe will make sure that they die.

Unlike the spider-heroes who are rationalizing their loss via acceptance, Spot is resorting to anger. He’s just focusing on the brightest string, like the Maximoffs did with Tony.

I found Miguel’s theory of Miles being an anomaly to be interesting. As I previously stated the universe will only go along with things it agrees with, Miguel learned this lesson pretty traumatically, so I believe that 1610 Peter was going to die that night. And if spider-42 hadn’t been brought to universe-1610 then there wouldn’t be a Spider-Man in 1610. So I think that the universe agreed that 1610 Miles is meant to be Spider-Man. I mean as we have seen multiple times in Across alone, Miles is a good force in every universe. I’m wondering if in 42 Prowler Miles is considered an anti-hero instead of a villain. I mean it’s more likely that they will go with the storyline of Miles meeting the evil him to strengthen his own morals, reminiscent of Billy. But I think I’d prefer the first storyline. It fits the narrative of “fuck canon/the box you want me in.” Also does Miguel just not care about universes without Spider-Man because he could have figured out a way to save 42 if he wanted? I’m so excited to see what happens with 42 Prowler and the final fight.

Absolutely loved all the cameos. All the spiders were perfectly done. Someone correct me if I’m wrong (pls pls send me screen grabs) but I didn’t see 199999 Peter in the holograms. Miguel mentions him in a derogatory way but that’s it. I might be reaching since 199999 Peter is my favorite but I think this is because Miguel groups Miles and Peter together. Miguel is okay with not saving everyone which is something Miles and 199999 Peter refuse to do. 199999 Peter’s main motto is “If you have the power to stop the bad things from happening and they happen anyway then they happened because of you.” Honestly, Peter holds himself to this way to tightly but Miguel does the exact opposite. He doesn’t even try to help people and then absolves himself from guilt. Peter literally almost destroyed the multiverse trying to help people and then lost everything fixing it, again Miguel did the opposite.

My final thoughts about Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse are fuck Miguel, I’m disappointed that so many spider-heroes would want to rationalize their trauma so bad that they would intentionally hurt one of their own, and of course the animation is breathtaking. Can’t wait for Beyond the Spider-Verse!

ps. I saw a tweet where someone said they want RiRi to get the Miles treatment and I totally agree. I would die to see RiRi Williams in 2D animation! She’s phenomenal with a great story, plus we’d get a young Tony Stark in 2D. RDJ would voice him no question. We’d be winning winning.

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