#Spiderman hey

[its-wabby-stuff]

I don’t think a fight is the best time to flirt

Have some Leosagi:

Usagi swipes at my feet, I narrowly avoid it, jumping over his leg and flipping around, casually trying to find my balance again. “Already trying to sweep me off my feet, aren’t we going a little fast?”

“You’re an idiot.” He charged forward with his sword, but I could see him smile, soft. Like he was enjoying it.

“Is the fighting really necessary?” I parried, my two swords to his one. “What if we just talked it out, perhaps over dinner?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Are you saying yes?”

Usagi’s ears perked up then dropped to the sides of his face as he looked away.

“My turn.”

“What?” I swept at his feet and he fell on his back.

“Falling for me yet?” I smirked. Leaning on my sword and looking down on him.

Usagi groaned, a little tsked off, perhaps his ego a little bruised. I open a never ending portal and watch as he slips into the blue portal below him, again and again- and again. “How about now?”

“Get. me. off. this. ride.” He spoke between the waves of portal hums.

“As you wish.” I closed the portal and jumped under to catch him, bridal style. “Hey,” I smirked.

He just stared at me. With those big, round, blue rabbit eyes. I got lost before he pushed himself off me and walked away, covering his face with his ears. “Hey wait comeback!” I laughed. He was so flustered. I picked his sword off the ground. “Cinderella you dropped your sword!” He didn’t turn around. “Fear not I shall search far and wide to return it to you.” That got him to stop.

Usagi turned around, combing his ears back in place with his hand and walking toward me. I took a tiny step back, in case it was a trick. “Do you have a bandaid?”

“What?”

He couldn’t even look me in the eye. “I scraped my knee- falling for you,” he mumbled.

It caught me off guard for a second. “Ohoho, what was that?”

He took his sword back and pulled away, pushing something into my chest. My hand brushed his for a moment. “See you around,” and just like that he hopped away. What had we even been fighting about? I couldn’t remember.

“WAS THAT A PICK UP LINE!?” I yelled after him, “We’re you flirting with me!?” I laughed, almost wanting to chase after him.

I opened the slip of paper he had pushed into my hand. There was a number. A phone number. “Oh mi gosh. It worked.”

[nocek]

Miguel is the plan guy in this triad (however useless it is with a chaos incarnate in it) and he'll make sure of it one bad fashion statement at a time.

[milledplushie]

My girlfriend begged me to post this 🐶

Spidey is terrified

((Girlfriend Drew Deadpool))((grillfrend very talented)) ((grilfend > @coconuttwater06)) ((so telented!))

[inkshro0m]

spiderdads🤲

[deuyr4]

saw the movie with the spiderrssss

[seiya-starsniper]

[canary-song]

at the end of the day spiderman was still just a kid running around in a pilot's uniform packing a gun that was given to a man instead of a parachute

[flipit-turnways]

strider-man... haha. im hilarious (johndave week day 5 - first kiss) alt under cut

[boombaux]

[milimeters-morales]

her relaxed confident butch aura and his playful femme hunched form and bugeyes have bewitched me

[dailyspiderplush]

Spider-Plush in the media #15

Venom (Vol 5.) #26 Variant Cover by Rian Gonzales. Spider-Plush is right there in the corner. Thanks to thevenomsite.com because I asked them to find this cover. Visit their site. It's very cool.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #17 : Didn’t I See You in the Senate?!

Feeling silly goofy rn so dc x dp crossover where Flash and Phantom both individually travel back in time and end up catching sight of each other in the senate while Caesar gets stabbed on the Ides of March and then they go back to present day and run into each other on the street and do the Spider-Man pointing meme.

Idk why they’d be there or what their goals are I just think it’d be funny. Now Tumblr go do your thing and figure it out

[nocek]

year of drawing my sad little meow meow ;)

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Diane: Hobie, Can I Uhhh.. Can I razzle you up?

Gwen: *whispers* Rizz.

Diane: Oh, okay. Uhh, Can I rizzle you up?

Gwen: Close enough.

Hobie: Don't know. Can you? You can try.

Diane: I think I can.

Hobie: Right, crack on then.

Diane: Okay. Here goes-

Diane: *starts doing this with no explanation* ...Pwease? 🥺

Gwen: You must be joking.

Hobie: Bloody hell, goddamn natural she is.

Gwen: Are you kidding? She said one word-

Hobie: Gwendy, you don't need words when you have rizzle.

Gwen: RIZZ. IT'S RIZZ.

[brown-spider]

I made a note document titled "Hobie and Noir's Stupid Words"

I really sat here and took notes while watching 1970's films that took place in London, and 1930's films that took place in NYC to study their turns of phrase, idioms, insults, and so on. I feel like an insane person.

Anyways how has your day been? Productive?

[wordsarelife]

—hey stephen

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

summary: you and peter have to fix a little mistake one of the avengers made. luckily you're a great team

warnings: flirting, theft lol

note: i realized too late i hadn't put it in the queqe lol!

the night sky loomed above you, a soft haze of stars disappearing into the city’s light pollution. a high-rise office building stretched into the clouds, and at its base, peter was already halfway up, scaling the glass like it was nothing. your fingers tapped the device your dad had insisted you bring, ensuring your escape route was intact—just in case.

"the probability of falling to your death is one in three," you called out, voice laced with dry amusement as you watched peter's slow climb from the ground.

from above, peter’s voice crackled through your earpiece, laced with sarcasm. "what do the statistics say about people with spider-powers?" he paused to look down at you, clearly rolling his eyes beneath the mask.

with a smirk, you tapped the small stark tech device on your wrist, instantly teleporting yourself from the ground to the roof he was climbing toward. when you appeared, you peeked over the ledge to see him still climbing, almost there. "they say, that they're kind of slow."

peter stopped climbing and turned his head in your direction, scowling up at you. "ha ha" he muttered, clearly unimpressed. still, you could see a grin forming under the mask as he climbed up the last few feet. "and what do they say about people with teleporting powers and stark-level egos?"

you quirked a brow, amusement dancing on your lips. "that we don’t have time to climb up buildings for fun," you shot back.

"whatever" he replied playfully, as he walked around you, to look through the glass of the roof and into the room beneath it. "do we have any information about the security system?"

"vision has already gotten rid of any alarms or anything else, but we still have a problem"

peter and you stared through the glass next to each other, as larry, the security guard, walked through the hallway. he was one of the kind who took their jobs a tad bit too seriously.

the museum was a place that had never been robbed before, solemnly because of larry.

you loved when your dad would pick you out to go on a mission, the higher the stakes, the better, but he had not disclosed what kind he was sending you on this time, before you had agreed.

normally this was far beyond the mission any of the avengers would take on, but thor had accidently packed on of your dads and bruce's invitation into a box you had planned to gift to the museum.

you had asked him if there was no way to just invent it again, to which tony had rolled his eyes and exclaimed with theatrical dramaticness that there was no way in hell anyone in new york, let alone america would survive, if the little device got into the wrong hands.

both you and peter had advised him not to build life-threatening devices ever again.

but now you were here and there was no way back.

"whatever" peter replied playfully, walking around you to peer through the glass on the roof, his eyes scanning the room below. "do we have any information about the security system?"

"vision’s already taken care of the alarms and cameras," you answered, eyes still locked on the space beneath. "but we’ve got a problem."

you and peter stood shoulder to shoulder, staring down through the reinforced glass at the one obstacle neither of you had expected: larry, the security guard. he was patrolling the museum’s halls with an intensity that would put some SHIELD agents to shame. larry was infamous for taking his job way too seriously, a fact that had somehow kept this museum entirely free of robbery attempts.

peter let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "that’s larry, isn’t it? guy’s basically the captain america of museum security.”

"yup," you sighed, arms crossed as you watched larry methodically sweep each room like he was guarding the crown jewels. "this mission is supposed to be high-stakes, not high-annoyance."

your father had pulled you into this last-minute mission, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of his over-the-top explanation for why this was necessary. thor had accidentally packed one of tony's and bruce’s experimental devices in a gift box meant for this museum, and now that same device was on display, tucked away in some artifact. to tony, this was practically a world-ending catastrophe.

"couldn't you just, you know... build another one?" you had asked at the time, exasperation dripping from your voice.

tony had responded by rolling his eyes dramatically, as if you’d just suggested throwing away the mona lisa. "do you want the wrong hands getting this tech? because that’s how we all end up in serious, world-ending trouble."

that, of course, had been enough to get you and Peter on board. especially after the last world-ending trouble, your father had been involved in, had led to robots invading sokovia and ripping it out of the ground.

but now, staring at larry pacing the hallway like he was auditioning for an action movie, you were starting to regret that decision.

"we’ve got to get him out of there" peter whispered. "or this is going to get messy fast"

you nodded. "and vision can’t mess with his comms or knock him out—he’s just a regular guy, after all. we can’t exactly web him up and call it a day"

"yeah" peter agreed. "but we can’t just waltz in either. larry’s about three steps away from spotting us and sounding the alarm. and there goes our quiet heist"

peter shifted beside you, fidgeting like he always did when he was thinking up a plan. you could practically see the gears turning in his head. he turned to you, his face half-hidden under the mask, but you could feel the grin even if you couldn’t see it. "how good are you at distractions?"

you raised an eyebrow. "depends on the distraction. what are you thinking?"

peter leaned down, pointing at the far end of the hallway where a ventilation shaft led into the room larry was patrolling. "you teleport down there, maybe drop something—make some noise. when larry goes to investigate, i’ll slip in and get the device"

you glanced at the vent, calculating the distance between it and larry’s patrol route. it could work. you could make just enough noise to pull him out of the main exhibit area without alerting him too much.

“fine” you muttered, already prepping yourself. “but you owe me.”

peter chuckled, tapping the side of his mask. "i’ll pay you back in kisses. how’s that?"

"disgusting, actually" rolling your eyes, you disappeared in a flash, teleporting down into the vent, making sure to land as quietly as possible. the cold metal of the air duct pressed against your knees as you crawled toward the room below, spotting larry a few feet away, completely oblivious.

reaching for your utility belt, you pulled out a small stark gadget—a harmless little device designed to make a loud noise when activated. with a quick flick of your wrist, you dropped it through the slats in the vent, watching as it clattered to the floor.

larry’s head snapped toward the sound immediately. His footsteps echoed through the room as he headed toward the noise, flashlight in hand. you teleported yourself back to the roof in time to see Peter lower himself through the glass on a webline, slipping into the room like a shadow.

“good?” you whispered into your comm.

peter’s voice came back soft but smug. "good. I'm heading to the artifact now."

you watched from above as Peter made his way through the room, quiet as ever. he moved between the display cases with ease, his eyes trained on the object in question—a small, unassuming vase, inside of which was the deadly device your dad had carelessly gifted to the museum.

"you think they’d put the dangerous stuff in a more secure spot," peter whispered, now crouched by the display.

"it’s a vase," you whispered back. "nobody thinks vases are dangerous."

peter snorted. "clearly, they’ve never been on a mission with you.”

“clearly, my dad is just as smart, considering he gave a kid a multi-million dollar suit” you teased.

"oh, shut up!" peter shook his head, but you could hear in his voice that he wasn't actually angry or offended at the joke. he carefully removed the vase from its display, switching it out with an identical replica tony had provided. “got it,” he said, holding the real one up to the light.

but just as he turned to leave, larry came back into view. peter froze mid-step, his eyes darting to the closest hiding spot—a decorative column far too narrow to be much help.

“uh, y/n?” peter’s voice was tense. “i think larry’s about to spot me”

“how close are you to the exit?” you asked, already preparing to teleport in if things got messy.

“close enough... but not without being seen” peter muttered. he shifted, trying to move around the column without larry noticing.

you sighed, rolling your eyes. "fine. hold tight."

in an instant, you teleported into the hallway just a few feet behind larry, making just enough noise to catch his attention. he spun around, his flashlight sweeping the area where you had appeared.

peter took the opportunity to slip past, barely making a sound as he darted for the exit.

larry's flashlight landed on you for just a second before you teleported again, this time to the roof, heart racing as you reappeared beside peter.

"that was close," you breathed, watching as larry scratched his head below, completely unaware of what had just happened and probably blaming the hint of your figure on his sleep deprivation.

he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “you realize this was extremely stupid, right?”

you raised an eyebrow, not missing a beat. “what, you worried about me?”

peter shrugged, not quite meeting your eyes. “i mean, if you got caught, who else would pull me out of this mess?”

you gave him a playful shove. "please. i’d just teleport out, and you’d be stuck explaining to larry why you’re playing spider-man in a museum."

he grinned behind his mask, shaking his head. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“yeah, well, you’re the one who drags me into these missions,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “besides, i saved your butt down there.”

peter held up the vase, the light glinting off it's surface. "i think we're even now. how about we call it a tie?"

you smirked. "tie? not a chance, parker. you owe me big time for this"

peter's eyes crinkled at the edges, the grin behind his mask unmistakable. “all right, all right. i’ll buy you dinner.”

“dinner?” you arched an eyebrow. “is that how you plan to repay me?”

he shrugged, but the mischievous spark in his eyes was impossible to miss. “seems fair, right?”

before you could reply, vision's voice chimed in over your comm. "y/n, peter, congratulations on a successful retrieval. the quinjet is ready for extraction."

peter gave a mock salute. "see? mission accomplished. we’re golden."

you couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes. "fine, but next time, you get to deal with larry."

peter paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly. “you sure? i think larry kind of likes you. he was definitely staring a bit when you teleported in behind him.”

you scoffed, shaking your head as you turned to head for the extraction point. "do you ever stop staring at me?"

peter’s voice was soft but completely sincere as he jogged to catch up beside you. “no, not really.”

you shot him a sideways glance, trying not to let the warmth in his voice get to you. "smooth, parker."

he grinned again, slipping the vase into the protective case tony had provided. “hey, can’t help it. you’re kind of hard to ignore.”

"right," you muttered, suppressing a smile. "let’s just focus on not getting caught next time, yeah?”

“deal,” peter agreed, but his voice held that familiar teasing edge. "but maybe we should stick to flirting only after we’re out of danger.”

you rolled your eyes. “maybe you should stop flirting in near-death situations.”

peter shrugged, a playful glint still in his eye. “what can i say? it keeps things interesting.”