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peterparkersnose · 3 years ago

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1 girl, 3 spidermen

all the spidermen x pregnant!reader

tom!spiderman x pregnant!reader

andrew!spiderman x pregnant!reader

tobey!spiderman x pregnant!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of abortion

summary: Y/N has some fun with all 3 Peter’s, but when she falls pregnant she is unsure of who the father is.

a/n i apologize in advance besties this is going to be so chaotic, everyone is of age

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read time: 5 mins 46 seconds

Part 2

You sat on the edge of your bathtub, anxiously waiting for your phone timer to go off. Your period was three weeks late, and you were worried. You had also accidentally skipped one of your birth controls, and for your specific one you had to take them for a solid week again to regain the power it once held inside your body. You were 90% sure you were pregnant, you just wanted to be sure.

You had gone on three separate dates, with three separate men. All coincidentally with the same name. You had come to know about the universe theory and how they all came to be on your universe, but you didn’t really understand the concept. They all had no clue they went out with you until they all met up for their weekly meeting.

“Dude, I had the hottest date this week.” “No way, me too.” “Shut up, so did I!”

They soon discovered this girl was the same one they had all been seeing.

The phone alarm beeped and it scared you, causing you to smack the phone off the counter. You picked it back up, hoping it didn’t crack.

You flipped over the test.

Positive.

You groaned, placing your hand on your forehead.

Three possible baby daddies.

Sure, condoms existed, but you were on a budget. Not the smartest idea, yes, but you thought your birth control would work fine. You were also aware of STI’s, but the Peter’s seemed like clean people.

You picked up your phone and called each of them.

Peter 1: “Hey Peter,” “Oh hey Y/N! How’s it going?” “Um, not so great actually.” “What’s wrong?” “Peter, I have to be honest with you. I’m pregnant. And it might be yours,”

There was a long bit of silence. You heard a whooshing sound and then a grunt. “Were you flying?” you asked him. “I’m gonna be a dad?” he asked, excitedly. “Maybe, it could be someone else’s.” “Who else would it be? I don’t think it could be anyone else’s but mine Y/N,” “The other Peter’s,” you sighed. “Ohhh, yeah I mean.” Peter said disappointedly, secretly hoping it was his.

Peter 2: You called him, and it went straight to voicemail. You sighed, deciding to be the chaotic queen you were just sent him a picture of the positive test.

Your phone immediately rang.

“What the hell did you just send me?” he yelled through the phone. “You didn’t pick up.” “Well,” he sighed. You admitted, you guys had the worst date out of all of the Peter’s.

“All I’m saying is that it might be yours.” “Oh,”

“I would recommend a test if your keeping it. If your not, it’s none of my business. But I’ll be there if you need me. Text me, appointments, meetings, anything.” “Thank you Peter,” you smiled.

Peter 3:

“Hey Y/N? How are you? I was just about to text you,” “Oh, really?” “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you a lot ever since our date.”

“Maybe you should sit, if your not already sitting Pete.” “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, concerningly. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that- Peter, I’m pregnant.”

“Your what?” he asked. You could almost see his eyes getting wide in your mind. “But I don’t know if it’s yours. It could be-” “Please don’t say the other Peter’s.” he sighed. “The other Peter’s.”

Same with Peter 1, there was a long silence.

“Peter are you okay?” “I really like you Y/N. That is why I am willing to take responsibility. No matter what, I’ll raise that child with you and I’ll do a great job doing it. If your keeping it, of course. If your not, if you want me to, I’ll be there. I’m willing, anything you want. 2AM cravings run to the grocery store. Putting together furniture. Taking care of it.”

You were shocked by his willingness. “I’m going to get a paternity test first chance I get. I appreciate that a lot though,” you said. “Oh well yeah, a paternity test makes sense. Even if I don’t come back as the dad though, I’m willing to help.”

You felt your stomach flutter and a smile came to your face. “Thank you so much Pete. That really means a lot to me.”

You received an invitation to the next weekley Peter meeting. You walked into the apartment of Peter 2 and found them all waiting for you by the door. “Hey!” they all said, almost at the same time. They staggered around you, looking at you in awe. “Can I take your coat?” Peter 1 offered. “I can take your purse,” Peter 3 said. “Would you like some water?” Peter 2 asked. “Yeah, um, sure. Thanks guys.” you said, awkwardly handing your belongings to them.

“So I met with my doctor,” you began to say. You all were sitting around the round table in Peter 2’s kitchen. “Wait, what? I missed an appointment?” Peter 3 asked. “No, it was just to make sure I was actually pregnant. I am.”

All three of them let out a sigh at the same time.

“She said I can get a paternity test starting at 7 weeks, and tomorrow I’ll be 4 weeks.”

“How will this process go?” Peter 2 asked, wrapping his hands together.

“Well, I’m assuming they’ll swab you all for DNA, they’ll extract some from inside of me and test it.”

“Will it hurt the baby?” Peter 1 asked. “No, it shouldn’t. There’s always a chance though, but its very slim.”

“No, I don’t like this.” Peter 3 said abruptly. The three of you looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked. “I-I don’t want to hurt the baby. Even potentially. I don’t feel like I want to take that chance.”

You all stared at him. “So your saying you won’t get tested?” you asked him with a pissed off tone. “Not until it is out and healthy. I don’t want to harm this child.”

“You know now that I’m hearing it, Peter 3 has a point,” Peter 2 sighed. “What?” You and Peter 1 said at the same time. “Thank you,” Peter 3 said, waving his arm at Peter 2. “So you guys are telling me I have to wait until this thing is born to find out who the father is?”

“I’m willing to do it now,” Peter 1 said. “But Peter, it could hurt the baby.” Peter 3 said, “Yeah,” Peter 2 followed. “This is ridiculous, are you even keeping it?” Peter 1 asked. “I am, yeah.”

“I mean, I don’t know. It’s a clump of cells right now. Maybe I can wait.” you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “I’ll sway with the majority but I still think we should be doing this now. Who is going to take care of Y/N during her pregnancy? I can’t! MIT start’s next month.” Peter 1 asked.

“I said I’d be there no matter what.” Peter 3 said. “What? What if it’s not even yours?” Peter 2 argued. “I’ll love it either way.”

“Your not even dating Y/N!” Peter 1 pointed out. “Yet,” Peter 3 smirked, giving you a wink. You looked away and blushed. “Oh god,” Peter 2 said, putting his hand on his forehead.

“So, the plan…” Peter 3 started. “Y/N, how would you like this to go?” he asked. “Um,” you thought. “Peter 1 is going to MIT. That is priority.” you stated. “He is far too young to be dealing with anything like this.” you said, cursing yourself for hooking up with a 19 year old. You yourself was 23, and had no clue Peter was 19 at the time. “Peter 2 and 3 have solid jobs, so that is also priority.”

“No Y/N, you two are the new priority in my life.” Peter 3 said. It made you cringe thinking about what he just said. You two. “Me and Peter 2 can switch days while Peter 1 can visit on the weekends. Do you guys think that’s a good plan?” Peter 3 suggested. They all mumbled a yeah.

“What about you, Y/N? How is work going to work for you?”

“Im pregnant Peter 3, not dying. I can still go, you guys can come after work. If you want.”

“Of course we want to Y/N,” Peter 2 re assured you. “I don’t like all this ‘putting yourself second’ stuff. We’re here to help.” Peter 2 said, grabbing your hand from across the table.

You were on the subway home, scrolling on your phone. You get a text notification saying you’ve been added to a group chat. You click on the notification.

Spidey Baby Daddies

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,”

Join the tag list

vote on who you think the father should be

Update post here (not a part 2, but please read)

PART 2

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heliads · 2 years ago

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(Toms Peter x male reader)

Can you write a story where Peter tries to get the readers attention doing various stuff but the reader is complexly oblivious to peters obvious tactics to try to get with him until Peter asks on a shy way if the reader doesn’t like him?. ❤️

this dynamic is so superior. also i realized i haven't written for tom's peter in so long i miss him

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Peter Parker is trying his absolute hardest to make this work, and after all of his efforts, he’s still come up with nothing at all. The most difficult task in Peter’s life should probably have to do with his secret reality as Spider-Man, all the times he’s risked death to protect a city that really doesn’t know him all that well, yet it isn’t. Peter doesn’t even think he was this stressed when he got his abilities in the first place and could suddenly start sticking to walls and taking hits that would normally kill anyone else.

And, instead of handling his problems like a normal person (because Peter’s totally normal at this point, yeah, right), Peter is instead flinging himself into his struggles with the force of a hurricane. It feels as if his every waking moment is spent trying to find the answer to a puzzle that refuses to stop stumping him.

This problem, one might ask? Is it an impossible science question that brainiacs and scholars have studied for centuries? A battle plan for how to take down the latest villain plaguing New York? Literally anything that would account for the amount of hours Peter has poured into this? No. It’s all to do with a crush.

A crush. Peter is driving himself mad over a crush that doesn’t even like him back. That’s the problem, of course, because Peter has gone and fallen for Y/N L/N, the one boy who means the most to Peter and thus will hurt him the most when he can’t seem to like Peter the way he wishes.

That’s what you get for falling for your friend, Peter supposes. If he could have just minded his own business, kept his head down and only felt things that were strictly platonic, Peter could have avoided this whole mess. Instead, he’s counting the amount of times his heart has skipped a beat upon seeing a familiar smile, and he’s completely, utterly smitten.

Peter’s one goal in life has now switched away from handling life as Spider-Man or getting the top grades in his classes to figure out how to get Y/N to like him back. Or, the bare minimum, finding a way for Y/N to actually pay attention to him. He’s not having great luck in either department.

In truth, Peter doesn’t know how he’s supposed to get Y/N to fall in love with him if Y/N seems far more invested in whatever he’s doing at the moment than Peter himself. Y/N literally works in Tony Stark’s labs and goes to Peter’s high school, yet Peter’s scrounging for scraps of a conversation like they’ve never had less in common.

It makes no sense, which is what’s killing him. Surely they should be the best of friends, right? Peter has imagined how things should have gone about a thousand times already. They should be trading inside jokes like playing cards, whispering over discoveries that no one else in the school could even hope to understand. Y/N knows that Peter is Spider-Man, for heaven’s sake, and that still isn’t enough to interest him.

It’s unfathomable. Peter isn’t going to claim that he’s always needed attention, far from it. Peter has always been content to fade more into the background, to watch as people make mistakes and learn from the whole of it. Yet when it comes to Y/N, Peter finds himself desperate to have just a fraction of the other boy’s heart. Even a little bit would be enough, but no.

They’re in the labs again today, and Peter’s distracted from his work by another bout of wishing he could mean more to the one boy he needs more than anything. Peter is supposed to be fabricating a more durable formula for his webs due to an incident the past week involving him trying to swing on a sharp edged skyscraper and accidentally plummeting ten stories before he managed to catch himself just in time.

It would be really great if he could focus, too, because Peter would have to list nearly dying due to his webs getting torn to shreds as one of his top ten least favorite things, but he can’t manage it, not in the slightest. Instead, he’s staring hopelessly as Y/N bends over his notes, making careful modifications to some integrated armor circuits that Tony had asked for.

This should be Peter’s happy place. He loves the labs in the Avengers complex. There’s enough whirring machinery and blinking lights to satisfy any overeager STEM kid, and Peter’s the height of the craze in that regard. Peter still has fond memories of the first time he was allowed inside, how he could have spent hours just looking at everything, and what do you mean he can use it for free?

The initial surprise of having the greatest engineering playground at his fingertips has worn away somewhat, but Peter still loves the space like a second home. When Peter found out that Y/N also worked there, well, it seemed like the best coincidence yet.

He had been counting on using shared lab memories as a talking point, but instead, he finds himself in yet another dead end. Y/N is a fantastic worker, by which Peter means that he’s never distracted by Peter’s attempts at conversation. Y/N gets his work done and leaves immediately afterwards, leaving no time for Peter to win the other boy over.

It’s not like you have to be totally focused in here, anyway. It’s a stark contrast to the times Peter has spent in here with Tony, how the billionaire cranks up the music until the beakers are practically rattling on the shelves before going to work. They’ll trade one-liners and bad jokes over tech tips, and Peter doesn’t think he’s ever laughed louder than when they’re just hanging out and fixing things.

With Y/N, though, all is quiet and studious. For some reason, the lab seems smaller when it’s just the two boys, like everything means that much more when Peter’s around someone he needs to impress even more than Mr. Stark. Every sound seems to echo, especially the deafening beat of Peter’s heart in his chest when he accidentally brushes against Y/N’s arm when they’re both reaching for the same tool.

Tony might make the labs feel like the height of scientific discovery, but Y/N makes it all feel right, like this really is Peter’s home. This is where he was always meant to be, out here with his lab partner that won’t talk to him no matter how hard Peter tries.

He’s going to give it another shot today, though. Peter squares his shoulders and directs a casual remark Y/N’s way.

“Did you see the essay prompt Mr. Schumacher posted? Man, it looks hideous.”

Y/N nods once, not even looking up from the metal he’s been fiddling with for the last ten minutes. “Yeah, the one due next week?”

Peter bites back a grimace. “That one exactly. Doesn’t it seem terrible? I mean, who’s got the time to write so many pages on trade? It happened a lot in ancient societies. That’s all you need to say.”

“Yeah,” Y/N says again, and leaves it at that.

Drat. Well, if Peter can’t get him to complain about school, a topic of conversation that usually attracts every other student in the history of ever, maybe he can encourage Y/N to loosen up with a different subject.

A little while later, what feels like an hour to Peter and is probably just five minutes or so, he tries again.

“Are you going to watch the football game this week?” He asks.

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “Probably not, I’m not much of a sports guy.”

“Me neither,” Peter murmurs. At least he tried.

This makes Y/N break his staring contest with his circuit board at last. “Why’d you ask, then?” He says with a quiet laugh.

Peter shrugs a little too quickly. “I don’t know, I guess it was just something to say.”

“Do you always say things just to say them, Parker?” Y/N prods.

Peter squints, trying to see if Y/N’s teasing him or just asking. “Sometimes,” he says at last, “but only when people aren’t talking much.”

Y/N just shrugs in what could be agreement and turns back to the circuit, reaching in a nearby drawer to grab a new spool of wire. Peter fights the urge to slam his head into the desk in front of him. How could it possibly be this hard to talk to the other boy? He is trying his absolute hardest and getting absolutely nowhere. It’s infuriating.

To be honest, it’s wearing on him quite a bit. Peter’s starting to doubt himself in earnest now. Peter doesn’t know that he could be any more obvious that he wants to talk, and Y/N has to be aware of it by now. If that’s the case, and Y/N still doesn’t want anything to do with Peter, well, maybe that’s on purpose, too.

The words erupt from his throat before Peter can stop them, a hot torrent of self consciousness and desperate anguish.

“Do you really not like me?”

If Peter was surprised that Y/N glanced up once when he asked him a question earlier, he’s stunned by the reaction he gets now. Y/N’s eyes widen and he stares at Peter in complete shock.

“What?” Y/N demands, obviously taken aback, “Where could you possibly get that idea?”

Peter takes a step back, almost startled by the force of the other boy’s response. “Well,” he mutters, “you never answer me when I ask you things. I kind of get the feeling that you just want me to stop talking and leave you alone.”

Y/N shakes his head firmly. “No, it’s not like that in the slightest. You don’t understand.”

“No,” Peter says fervently, “I don’t.”

Y/N sighs, dragging a tired hand across his face as he tries to think of how to best answer the clear war going on inside Peter’s head.

“It’s not like that,” he repeats at last, “I’m not mad at you, not in the slightest. It’s not that I don’t like you, I do. Really, I do. More than you think. It’s just well, I’m not good at this sort of thing. Easy conversation, I mean. I want to reply to you, but by the time I think of what to say back that would make me sound smart or remotely interesting, you’ve already moved on.”

“So you’re saying that I talk too fast?” Peter asks, kind of amused.

“Not exactly, but close enough. I’m just worried that you don’t like me because I’m not as outgoing as you are,” Y/N explains.

Now it’s Peter’s turn for a fierce denial. “Not a chance,” he declares, “I’m only talking this much and this quickly because I want you to like me like–”

Like Peter likes Y/N. Like Peter loves Y/N, that is, but he can’t exactly bring that up now.

Unfortunately, Y/N catches onto this little slip. “Now you’re choosing to hesitate?” He asks pointedly, “If I think you’re holding back now, I’m going to be hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Peter says vaguely. As if there was anything he could have said to make Y/N more interested in hearing what he can’t mention.

“It most certainly does,” Y/N grins, “Peter, you say everything that crosses your mind. You even told me about the time someone gave you churros because you helped defend them from a carjacking. If you’re keeping something from me, it’s got to be something good.”

Distracted for a moment, Peter blinks in surprise. “You remember the time I told you about the churros? I didn’t think you were paying attention.”

“Of course I was paying attention,” Y/N spreads his hands, “It’s like I said, I’m paying attention a lot more than you think. I’m just no good at making it obvious. Guess I–”

Y/N’s voice trails off too, and they’re both left staring at each other, wondering who’s going to be the first to break and say what they’re surely both thinking.

It’s not Peter, as it turns out, it’s both of them. Y/N and Peter both start talking at the same time, their voices overlapping in this slightly frantic need to be heard before it’s too late.

“I like you.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, but I like you.”

They look at each other for a few moments in surprise, then Y/N bursts out laughing. It’s such an unfamiliar sight compared with his usual quiet tranquility that it makes Peter start laughing too, just out of shock.

“You like me?” He asks when he’s able to control himself at last.

“Yeah,” Y/N says with a smile, “Yeah, I do. Didn’t think you would feel the same, though, not when I couldn’t even muster up the courage to talk to you about things as silly as homework. I thought you were sick of me for sure.”

“I could never be sick of you,” Peter declares, and he knows in his heart that it’s true.

It is rare, then, to find someone who you could want to be around for hours and days and forever. Peter would consider himself lucky to find that someone in Y/N, and to know that Y/N would listen to him for infinity on end and still remember every sentence spoken aloud. They’ve never needed anyone but each other, and that is precisely how they’ll stay so close in the time to come.

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princecharmingmendes · 3 years ago

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Heart by Heart | Chapter X | Raul Mendes

*secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this chapter is finally here, it's a bit shorter, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting for that long anymore and on the cliffhanger, and this was also important for the story development. Anyway, this is the tenth chapter of this series, you can find the first ones here. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!

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*Word Count: 2K+

*Warnings: cursing, violence towards the reader, blood, kidnapping, hostage situation, angst.

Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.

*Posted: September 16th, 2021.

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Raul was a mess as soon as he was able to get into an empty room.

He allowed himself to finally let the severity of the situation hit him. He had no idea where Y/N and Tom were, if they were alright or what could Geonoff could possibly win with this. He certainly would’ve tried blackmailing them to get something in return of the two agents he had in his hands.

He’s been pacing back and forth in the tiny room as he tried to remain calm enough to keep his rationality so he could still be helpful. Raul just wanted to punch his way into that base and get the kid and his girl back, but he knew that was completely stupid, even for him. He could practically see the frown on Y/N’s face if she ever heard his brilliant idea, and the vision alone was almost enough to bring him to tears. Instead he shook his head, knowing that letting his feelings take control would only be a waste of time in this situation, and that’s something he learned a long time ago when he first started working with his best friend.

She was a really rational, and maybe even a bit cold on the field. Always with a sharp remark on the tip of her tongue and a thousand of extra plans in case something failed, she could easily slip into the role of the Professor in Money Heist. Constantly analyzing and thinking. And while she was clearly the brain of their duo, Raul was clearly the heart, not thinking twice before jumping head first to save someone or get and intel. And that’s why they worked so well, he pushed her to be more spontaneous while she kept him in his place (and alive) most of the time.

He needed her more than ever right now.

The sound of hushed whispers and two pairs of shoes approaching him, made Raul sharply move in the direction of the door, still on edge, and waiting for it to reveal his visitors. As soon as the handle turned, he was met with his triplet and Celine wearing the same saddened and worried expressions. He might’ve come down to help with the investigation as fast as he learned about his best friend.

Peter sighed taking in the sight of his brother. Raul looked like a lost puppy in distress, eyes on his face but his mind was clearly somewhere else, shoulders sagged and curls a mess from the constant nervous tugging habit he had. One look was enough for him to know he was carrying all the guilt and having no clue how to fix it. It’s the same look he gave his younger self when he accidentally broke his brand knew camera.

“We’re going to find them” was the first thing he said and Raul nodded, looking unconvinced “It’s not your fault” he then added and at that, his gaze finally seemed to snap into place as he stared his brother dead in the eye.

“Whose fault is it then?” his voice sounded a lot smaller and less threatening than he pictured.

“Geonoff’s” Celine mumbled “but not yours, you did what was best, what was right”

Raul shook his head in response, mumbling a quiet ‘yeah, right’ under his breath, but Celine was quick to take three steps closing the distance between them and placing both hands on his shoulders.

“Cut this shit right now” she snapped, catching both him and Peter by surprise “you and I both know I’m not your biggest fan and never truly got what everyone else saw in you, but this past months changed my perspective of things and you’re actually a decent person, a great friend and an amazing agent, and you did the right thing” she said squeezing his shoulder for great measure “and you and I both know Y/N would’ve wanted you to do the same thing, she’d be proud of you”

Raul nodded slowly and Celine let him go at that, as he was still processing her words. Peter finally reached his brother, placing his hand on his shoulder as he turned to face him “I know you’re going through a lot right now, but we need you to help us find her, we need you to hold on a bit and try to think of the places they could possibly take her, everything you heard or saw on the past month is useful”

He nodded again “yeah, okay, I can do that”

“Good, come with me then” Peter said patting his brother’s back “she’ll come back to us, you and I know her enough to know she’s probably making their life a living hell”

Raul snorted a little laugh, that didn’t quite reach his eyes and nodded along, as they dragged him back into the main room. He needed to do what Y/N would in his place, shut his feelings off and analyze every every they took.

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Y/N starts slowing coming back into her senses, feeling her muscles burning, her arms stiff and head hurting, the dark place she was situated doing little to help her regain her memories. She tried looking around to see if she could find something useful to recognize the place, only noticing a slim frame still unconscious close to her. The person had its back to her, but from their clothes and body type, she was able to recognize them as Tommy.

Tommy who was still breathing and almost at arms reach.

That was a good sign, or as good as it could be in this situation. But he was there, breathing and no signs of big blood loss around them, so no external wounds that needed to be taken care of urgently. She tried to reach for him, but the heavy chains attaching her wrists to the cobblestone floor kept her in place.

She tried locating their belongings, or anything that could help them get out of there, but it was all missing. Raul was also nowhere in sight, which probably meant he wasn’t there and probably the info was delivered safely. At least that’s what she hopped with no signs of him around them.

There? Where the hell was there?

That’s when it finally clicked to her, she had no idea where they were or how long was she out. They could be across the ocean as far as she was concerned. She had to get them out of there. But before she could start planning their way out with absolutely nothing and Tommy still out, she heard the grating of the old and rusty hinges coming from the only way in and out of that room, a heavy iron door.

Coming from the source of noise that snatched her attention was the man responsible for all of this. Geonoff Reyes himself. Wearing a button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled back, and a pair of dress pants, and a smug look on his face. He took lazy long strides getting close to her, crouching down in front of her.

Geonoff smirked at her “You know, it’s pretty hard to fool me and you almost got away with it, if it weren’t for your stupid boss you’d be home by now”

Y/N just blinked at him, a completely neutral facial expression on as she stared up at him, making him tsk.

“By the way, how is your little boyfriend? Does he know this relationship is just an act or you manipulate him as well?” he asked and she didn’t even flinch at his statement, noticing that her silence was doing more at getting him upset than clapping back “it must be sad, being such a pathetic agent and letting his little girl and friend get caught as he fled, and in the end discovering this was one sided”

Her gaze shifted quickly to Tommy and then back to Geonoff’s face, that was too close to hers for her taste “don’t worry, he’ll live for now, need him to get you to cooperate” and Y/N felt a little lighter knowing that, taking all the self control she had to not let that show on her face “you know they’ll never find you, right? Thought about sending a little photo as a gift for them, but might do it whenever we move to our next location, better lighting and stuff”

“What do you want?” her voice was hoarse, but she was able to keep her tone steady enough to not seem frightened.

“Oh, sugar, missed that sweet voice of yours, it matches your pretty face, just wish I could see that beautiful smile again, but we’ll get to that” he said patting her cheek with his long fingers, making her insides turn in disgust and she had to swallow the sudden wave of nausea down “I want something simple, just know all the info you’ve been feeding your precious little team for the past weeks, you’re smart enough knowing I wouldn’t mind hurting you to get what I want”

Y/N only stared back at him watching his brow twitch in annoyance “don’t want to hurt your pretty face, so cooperate with me and I might even let you go safely”

But her silent response seemed to be enough for him to loose it, because he took a deep breath before slapping his hand across her face for the first time. The pure shock of the action almost made her react, but she held her face up as she kept staring at him, her face burning but she wouldn’t give him the little taste of a small victory at breaking her neutral mask of indifference.

“This could be so easy” he mumbled slapping the other side a little harder “you didn’t have to do this, you could be free by now” the third one was stronger than she was expecting, making her face turn with the pure force of it, the loud sound coming from the aggression echoing on the empty room and down the large corridor, the echo making her realize there wasn’t much down where they were, mostly just blank empty walls without doors to divide the sound.

“What is it? Anything you’d like to say?” he asked grabbing her chin and yanking her face to look up at him, but her mouth remained closed “well, your choice”

After a few consecutive hits, one being so strong making her face collide with the wall when it turned, and she felt the sticky liquid running down her face. Her skin probably breaking with the brisk contact with the stone wall, cutting her cheek in the process. The seemed to please him, since he let out a loud boisterous laugh, making her lean her head so he could see it better mumbling a quiet “vicious bitch” under his breath “stop fighting back” before going back to it.

After a couple more minutes, her right cheek numb already, Geonoff said grabbing her face roughly in his hands, forcing her to look up at him “Come on, sugar, you’re really stressing me out here”

“I’m truly sorry you had to kidnap and keep two agents hostage to try and prove you’re better than your sister” she said blinking at him monotonously and that seemed to hit a nerve, because Geonoff squeezed her face harder in his palms before pushing her head against the wall.

Y/N felt her limbs giving out as her vision got blurry, her vision going dark before she felt her body leaning to her side and hitting the floor with a dull thud. The sound of shoes hitting against the rocks and the door being shut closed again a sign that the man lost his patience and left them behind. She tried fighting the numbness getting ahold of her body, but ended up succumbing at the end.

The sounds of waves breaking somewhere near them and the constant throbbing of her head dragging her back into unconsciousness.

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nothingbutimagines · 4 years ago

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Hideaway (Peter Parker)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Platonic!Avengers

Warning: a bit of fluff, sassy Steve Rogers and Reader

Summary: Snowed in and with a free day without any work to do, Peter and Y/n decide to create a fort in the common room, leading to many antics and many complaints from the other avengers they share the living space with.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: On the fifth day of ficmas my writer gave to me another Peter Parker fluffy fic. Once again, as always, happy holidays and keep an eye out for the many fics to come. I love you all and you always inspire me to write some of my best work.

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You groaned, flopping down onto the couch between Peter and Steve, allowing your arms to hit them both in the chest as you sprawled out across them.

Both ignored you, Peter playing on his phone while Steve read a book quietly.

You groaned once more, flailing your arms a bit again to gain their attention, hoping one, if not both, would pay attention to you.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Steve asked, shutting his book as he looked at you, a brow raised.

“I’m bored.” You whined, only to receive an eye roll from Steve as Peter chuckled in your ear.

“Then go do something. I think there’s some puzzles in the tv stand.”

“I hate to break it to you, Stevie, but only you old men like puzzles.”

“What have I told you about calling me and other people nicknames they don’t like?”

“It’s condescending and rude.” You rolled your eyes as you spoke. “But I think your suggestion was condescending and rude, so it’s only fair.”

“Yeah,” Peter added, looking up from his phone, “You gotta cancel it out, like PEMDAS.”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening his book once more. “Maybe you both could go outside, get some fresh air.”

“I think it’s only 20 degrees outside, Mr. Rogers.” Peter replied politely.

“Well, if you two can’t find something to do, I’m sure we can probably put together a whole list of chores for you to do.”

You scrambled to get up off the couch, landing on your feet and holding out your hand to Peter.

“Come along, Peter. We have a puzzle to do.”

“Bug, I don’t want to do a puzzle. Can’t we do something else?” He asked, taking your hand while he stood up and followed you out of the living room.

“Like what? Clean the compound?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at him as you walked down the hallway. “Besides, it doesn’t even need that much cleaning.”

“You can’t even see the floor in your room!”

“I said the compound didn’t need cleaning, not my personal space. Also, it’s not that bad. It’s an organized mess.”

“Do you even remember what color your carpet is?”

“I think it’s red?”

“Is that a question or a statement?” Peter asked before shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter anyway, because you’re wrong. It’s grey like everyone else’s.”

“I bet your room isn’t as clean as you think.” You argued.

“Actually, I think it is.”

Peter pulled your arm, causing you to stop before passing his bedroom. He opened the door and walked in, dragging you along with him.

You looked around the room, noticing that the room was spotless, except for a single jacket sitting on a chair.

“I guess I stand corrected.”

“You guess?” Peter rolled his eyes as he took a seat down on his bed. “Hey, I have an idea, we should make a pillow and blanket fort.”

“That would be so cool! Let’s use your sheets though because I honestly don’t know where I last saw mine.”

“And you say you live in an ‘organized mess.’“

“Oh, shut up and just help me collect some pillows and blankets.” You shushed him, starting to take pillows and blankets off of the bed. “I say we should make our fort in the living room. I want to bother Steve.”

“You always want to bother him. Why can’t we just do it in here?”

“Because we need the couch cushions and I wanna watch tv in the fort.”

“You only want to piss off Mr. Rogers, you mean.”

“I guess that too.” You shrugged, laying out a blanket on the ground and putting the rest of the blankets and the pillows on it.

“Hey,” Peter smiled, making his way towards you, “come here.”

You turned around, allowing him to approach you as he rested his hands on your hips and kiss you softly. You hummed quietly, melting into him before pulling away and taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on his chest.

“Let’s go. We’ve got a fort to build.”

You turned around taking two corners of the blanket into your hand and dragged it into the hallway, your back turned to the door as you faced Peter. You turned into the hall, pulling the blanket as you made sure the pillows didn’t fall.

“Oh, watch it, kid.” Tony stated as you bumped into him. “What are you doing?”

You turned around, putting your hands behind you as you gripped the blanket tightly. “Getting supplies together for a pillow fort.”

“And where are you building said fort?”

“Living room.”

“You guys need any help?”

“No, I think we got it, right, Peter?” You looked at Peter, nodding at him as he nodded back, gathering up the other side of the blanket into his own hands.

“Right, Bug.”

“I guess I’ll leave you two to it, then. Have fun.”

“We always do.” You nodded, dragging the blanket along with Peter down the hall quickly, squeezing past Tony.

“I really thought we were about to be in trouble there.” Peter spoke up as you entered the living room.

“Why would we be? The only time I’ve ever been in trouble with Tony was when I accidentally started that small fire in the lab.”

“Uh, I think it was more than just a small fire. It took up one corner of the lab.”

“At least I put it out. You just stood there and watched.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I was panicking! I’ve never witnessed a fire in person!” Peter groaned, dropping his end of the blanket as you entered the living room.

You dropped your end as well, brushing your hands together before motioning for Peter to come over towards you.

“Come help me move this table.” You instructed.

You bent over, taking the side of the coffee table you were on as Peter took the other side, helping you drag the coffee table out of the way. You then pushed the couch Steve wasn’t sitting on back.

“Okay, I think we’re ready to put the fort together.” You looked at Peter, who nodded.

“Why don’t we use the red blanket to go from the couch to the tv?” Peter asked, pulling the blanket out from the pile, “Since it’s the biggest one.”

“Perfect. And then we can use the grey one to go from that couch to the other one and then in between we can make that the entrance.”

“I like that idea, let’s do it.”

You helped Peter first take the cushions off of the couch, tossing them onto the floor before helping him drape the red blanket over the couch and tv before moving onto the other couch, carefully draping the grey blanket over the red one and then over the couch, trapping Steve under the blanket.

“Y/n...”

“Steve...”

“You could have asked me to move.”

“I didn’t feel like it.” You shrugged. “But if you don’t want to be part of the fort building, just say it.”

“I’m going to go make some coffee.” Steve pulled the blanket off of him and got off the couch, putting the blanket back down onto the couch before leaving the room.

“What’s with you and Mr. Rogers anyway?” Peter asked as he crawled into the fort, starting to organize the cushions.

“Steve just annoys me sometimes. He’s always all work and no play and it’s boring.”

“You know, if you found something in common, you might actually get along.”

“Steve likes puzzles and hard candy. He’s like my grandpa and I have nothing in common with him besides blood.”

You shrugged, picking up the last of the blankets and starting to create the rest of the walls and entrance before grabbing a notepad off of the tv stand and writing a sign for the entrance and tacking it up.

“I thought you liked seeing your grandpa.” Peter said, poking his head out fo the fort to look at you as you put the last blanket up.

“I do, but he’s my grandpa. Steve’s just... Steve. Why can’t you just let me tease him?”

Peter shrugged. “I don’t know. Can you hand me the rest of the pillows?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, handing him the last of the pillows. “Here.”

You climbed in as you grabbed the rest of the pillows, looking around the fort.

Peter had arranged the cushions into small couches and mattresses and used some blankets for the little bed covers.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” You giggled, closing the entrance blanket behind you.

“Thank you. I was going for a very contemporary look for the living space as well as an American color scheme.” Peter explained, as if he was a true interior designer. “Blue and red look very good together, almost complementary in a way. It also helps bring a contrast with the white rug, which I think was a very bold choice when you have children living in the home.”

You laughed, giving him a nudge. “I am honestly surprised we’ve never spilled anything in here.”

“I don’t know why. Mr. Stark has a very strict no food policy for anyone under 35.”

“I cannot wait to turn 35 then.” You smiled.

You leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss before he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in his embrace and pulling you down to the floor with him. You squealed as he rolled you both over before covering your face in kisses and laughing along with you.

“Am I allowed into your fortress?”

You looked up to see Thor peering at you two from the entrance way, a bright smile on his face.

“Only if you can answer this one question,” You smiled, “Would you do it for the vine?”

“I believe so, yes.” Thor nodded proudly.

“Perfect. Come on in, Thunderboy.”

Thor crawled in, laughing as he looked at Peter. “I love it when she calls me that.”

Peter laughed and leaned back into the side of the couch as you both watched Thor pull a package of Pop Tarts from his pocket.

“Care for a treat?” He asked, breaking off small pieces and holding them out to you. “I won’t tell Metal Man you ate in here.”

“Well, don’t mind if I do.” You beamed, taking the pieces from Thor and popping them into your mouth.

“Hey,” Steve bent over, mug in hand as he peered into the fort entrance at you, “I thought the sign said ‘no one over 35 allowed.’ Thor’s like 1,000 years old.”

“Actually, I am 1,500 year old, Steven.” Thor interjected.

“Yeah, Steven, Thor’s 1,500 years old.” You replied, gazing up at Steve. ”Thor’s allowed in because when asked if he would do it for the vine, he said yes.”

Thor chuckled, looking at Steve. “I’m not even exactly sure what ‘the vine’ is, but my answer had those two very pleased.”

“I see.”

“Hey, Peter, doesn’t this fort have a no loser allowed rule?” You asked, turning to the boy beside you.

“It sure has a open door policy for bratty little girls, though.” Steve argued.

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Goodbye, Steve.” You leaned forward, closing the entrance to the fort.

“Yes, Goodbye, Steven!” Thor added happily as you giggled, falling back into the larger man.

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supersickies · 3 years ago

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Summary: "MJ wasn’t a STEM major, but if she were going for her Ph.D. she would bet he had a raging case of bronchitis. Not that the boy would ever admit to it.

“I can’t get sick MJ. It’s probably just some dust in the air.”

“Seriously Em, I just swallowed wrong that’s all.”

“My throat’s dry! I’m not sick!”

MJ had heard it all in the past few days, and she believed none of it."

Peter is basically on his death bed, but MJ has a plan.

A/N: Yay! @sicktember day two! I can't lie this is really the only other sicktember fic that I have complete. Everything else is simply a WIP or merely a figment of my imagination just hoping to be made into an actual work. But who knows! Maybe I'll muster up some motivation between now and when I go see Shang-Chi in a few hours! Either way here's my first (of many) PeterMj fics for Sicktember 2021! Read it here or click the link to read on AO3!

EDIT: LMAO I FORGOT TO POST IT BELOW THE CUT BUT ITS HERE NOW SORRY !!

MJ wasn’t really sure what she was trying to prove when she decided to take a microbiology course. Yes, she graduated from a STEM school (as valedictorian with honors, thank you very much) but college science courses like this were a whole other ballpark. Especially as a journalism major. But hey, she needed the STEM credit. That and her adorable (insufferable) boyfriend practically begged her to take the class with him.

And who was she to say no to Peter?

So that’s how she found herself on the floor of his dorm, notecards of test questions scattered about, trying with all her might to study for their first midterm. But something was keeping her from concentrating.

That something being her boyfriend, hacking up a lung.

Again, MJ wasn’t a STEM major, but if she were going for her PHD she would bet he had a raging case of bronchitis. Not that the boy would ever admit to it.

“I can’t get sick MJ. It’s probably just some dust in the air.”

“Seriously Em, I just swallowed wrong that’s all.”

“My throat’s dry! I’m not sick!”

MJ had heard it all in the past few days, and she believed none of it.

She had seen Peter when he was ill, long before the spider bite. In fact she had seen him sick a bunch of times, because pre-bite Peter was quite the sickly kid. She noted that this current “mystery cough” he had now was eerily similar to the one he had during their 6th grade holiday choir concert, and he sounded a lot like he did in 8th grade when he could barley talk for their group presentation on The Outsiders.

Not that she took note of all the times he was sick. She wasn’t obsessed, just observant.

(She was a little obsessed).

But it doesn’t take an overly observant girlfriend to know that Peter should be in bed and resting right now. Especially when he could barley manage to catch a breath.

MJ tenses as she hears the deep chesty coughs come from where Peter sits studying at his desk. She holds her tongue, not wanting to poke the bear more than she already had. Peter would never and has never in his life gotten angry at Michelle, but the more she had pushed him to admit that he wasn’t feeling well, the more annoyed he was becoming. So she stayed quiet.

But Peter didn’t.

It seemed as time went on, Peter’s coughs became harsher, deeper, wetter even. MJ couldn’t help but grimace at the wheeze that was also now very evident in his breathing.

She glances up at him, his eyes glazed over with fever and his nose burred in micro-bio notes, seemingly unaware of the world around him and the virus raging in his lungs. MJ stifles a sigh, feeling fed up with her decision to keep quiet. She sets aside her flashcards and lays her head in her arms as she weighs her options.

She could continue to push and try to beg Peter to admit that he was unwell. But Michelle knew that would only lead to more defiance, so that was out of the question.

She could also simply force him to rest. She knew she had the capacity to get him into bed with just a look, but the idea of doing so made her feel uncomfortable. This was her boyfriend, not some animal she could just boss around.

Her feet kick in the air behind her as she continues to wrack her brain. She listens despairingly to Peter’s coughs as she thinks, and if she’s being honest, just the sound of his hacking was making her throat feel kinda scratchy too.

Wait. That could be something.

What if it wasn’t just Peter who wasn’t feeling their best.

MJ was known to be prone to migraines, but hadn’t had one in a while thanks to a medication she had started. But what if, hypothetically, maybe she’d accidentally missed a dose?

MJ takes another glance at Peter, who was still zoned in on his own study guide, before making the first move in her grand plan.

She groans.

It’s too loud or overly painful sounding, but hopefully enough to warrant some alarm from her boyfriend.

And it has the desired effect, as out of the corner of her eye she sees Peter stop his studying and glance at her. Now, with his attention, she takes it up a notch. She groans slightly again, this time adding a wince and an eye rub.

She hears Peter make a soft concerned noise. Bingo.

He’s sill looking at her, so she does her best to look just as rundown and sick as she can. It works.

“Em? You okay, babe?” Peter’s voice is gravely and nearly gone, but she can hear the worry in his tone. She’s got him right where she wants him.

She turns her head to answer him, her eyes squinting to make it seem as though the lights were making the headache worse.

“Hm? Oh, no yeah everything’s fine, Pete.” MJ’s voice is usually deeper and raspier than most, but she really cakes it on for this. Again, desired effect achieved.

“You really don’t sound great, Em. You sure?” His sentence is punctuated with a rough coughing fit, ironically enough. But even as the fit dies down his attention stays on MJ, who is now rubbing her temples like her life depended on it, both eyes squeezed together tightly.

When he sees her miserable demeanor he quickly (yet shakily) abandons his own work to sit on the floor beside her.

“Seriously, MJ.”

She looks up at him with pitiful eyes, time to really sell it Michelle. She sighs, “M-My head just kinda hurts…It’s nothing.” She caps her Oscar worthy performance with another wince before burying her head back in her folded arms.

She feels his way too warm hand on her back as he rubs it in an attempt to comfort her.

He’s still buying it.

Maybe she should get a minor in theater performance?

“You sure? This doesn’t look like nothing.” He questions hoarsely. Now that he’s closer to her she can almost hear the crackling in his chest when he breathes. She had to get him to rest now or else this shit was going to get way worse.

“I-I think I may have forgotten my pill this morning. I can’t remember. I think I was just so anxious about the exam that- I don’t know…e-everything’s so fuzzy, Peter.” She says quietly, letting out a shaky breath just like she would if her head were actually pounding.

“Oh, Emmy.” He coos. “Come on, you need to lay down.”

“But the midterm-“

“Hey, the midterm can wait. You’ve been working hard, okay? Take some time to take care of yourself.”

Practice what you preach, Parker.

“Will you lay with me?” She asks, her voice uncharacteristically small as she looks up at him, eyes still scrunched in “pain” but full of emotion. She’s laying it on thick. The things she does for this boy.

“‘Course I will, Em.”

And jackpot. He bought it. What a sucker. At least he’s pretty!

MJ does a victory dance in her head as she lets him help her stand and climb onto his unmade twin bed. She waits for him to climb in and join her, but frowns when he turns and begins to to walk away. She quickly grabs his wrist and once again dons her best pitiful sick person face.

“Stay. Please.” She “begs”, which works again (of course). Peter’s face breaks into a sad smile.

“Just turning off the lights, Emmy. I’ll be right back, I promise.” He leans over and kisses her on the forehand, and she does her best not to think of all the germs he may have actually just passed onto her. She had him in the palm of her hand, she couldn’t break the illusion now.

For the full effect, she lets out a few pained groans here and there as he turns off the ceiling and desk lights in his room, leaving them under the glow of the spidey string lights she’d bought him as a dorm-warming gift.

He’s rather sluggish as he makes his way back and up onto his bed. MJ figures he’ll be out as soon as his feverish head hits the pillow. And she’s basically right, as he lets out a huge yawn as soon as he curls up next to her.

“Get some rest, Em.” He murmurs, already taking his own advice. “‘M right here if you need me.” He snuggles closer to her with a sigh, his arm wrapping around her torso and face pressing into the side of her shoulder. Only moments later soft snores are coming from his mouth.

“You too, dork.” She responds.

Mission accomplished, MJ thinks triumphantly.

#sicktember #sicktember2021 #spideychelle #sick peter parker

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popwasabi · 4 years ago

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Why I don’t give a fuck about canon

Recently, after randomly coming across some dope pictures of Transformer toys on Instagram that gave me a strong case of nostalgia, I was inspired to revisit an old childhood favorite in “Beast Wars.”

“Beast Wars,” in case you never watched or heard of it as a kid, is the continuation of the Transformer’s story set in the future as descendants of the Auotobots and Decepticons, the Maximals and Predacons, respectively, accidentally travel to prehistoric Earth to continue a centuries long battle between the two opposing factions.

There’s a lot of to digest there, so I’m not going to go into extreme detail over the plot, but the cast features colorful characters such as Optimus Primal, Cheetor, Rattrap, Dinobot and Megatron to name a few. They all have interesting and distinct personalities and generally play well off each other. It was a big part of my childhood and I collected an ungodly amount of their toys back in the day.

(This was my first ever Beast Wars toy and I think it’s beautiful.)

My rewatch though was…a mixed bag to say the least. The graphics have not aged well. The adventure of the week setup of the plot was repetitive and lacked real character development at times. There were characters that were added in last minute to the show clearly to promote a new action figure over the story on numerous occasions. Though I found the humor to still be pretty good, the action was stale and just lacked high stakes most of the time, save for a few episodes.

I was not shocked it didn’t land terribly well on my rewatch but you know what did? “Beast Machines!”

“Beast Machines” was the follow-up to Beast Wars that had the Maximals fighting on Cybertron where Megatron has taken control of the whole planet using a virus that changes Transformers into mindless drones to do his bidding. The remaining Maximals manage to survive however after Optimus discovers The Oracle which reformats them into animal robot hybrids that are both mechanical and biological. This sets them on a quest to stop Megatron and bring biological and mechanical balance to Cybertron once and for all.

The series is much more narrative based than the previous as it follows a steady trajectory to its epic conclusion. The animation is much sharper, and the soundtrack is fun as hell to listen to still. The pacing is much faster as the stakes couldn’t be higher for the Maximals and all the old characters from the previous grow in interesting ways and develop into more organic people (literally in some ways). Optimus is a more hardcore and emotionally damaged leader and Megatron goes from being something of a punchline in the previous series to a far more menacing and calculating nemesis. The story touches on themes of balance, authoritarianism, PTSD, love and reunion to name a few and for a kids’ show it is, dare I say…more than meets the eye.

I absolutely loved it as a kid and I might actually love it even more as an adult, so it was shocking for me, to say the least, when I read further into the history of the show, that a lot of fans straight up rejected it back in the day.

Common complaints I came across were they didn’t like how characters, such as Ratrap especially, “changed.” They didn’t like the new bio/mechanical Maximals and couldn’t believe that Cybertron was once an organic world.

Their big reason (in just about every forum and video I saw about it)? It didn’t adhere to “canon.”

Now, I’ll start this by saying there is no objective way to critique or even not critique a story. People can like or hate something for a variety of reasons that don’t follow a strict logical pattern. Gods know I have a few questionable/divisive favorites in my catalogue that I have written about here that are based on abstract ideas and personal experiences.

(The Matrix Reloaded is still great btw)

But I will say, if you judge a mega franchise’s latest entry on how well it is supported by established canon it is, in my opinion, a flawed way to critique a work of fiction.

Canon, sometimes referred to as “lore” by fans, is most often applied and used to describe the long running back stories of franchises that stretch beyond just the main books, movies or series, or even the original narrative of the plot. Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, and to a certain extent Harry Potter, all fall into this camp of series with so many interconnected parts, with more than one main character featured in each, that fans follow along this canon like ancient monks studying scripture and history books.

And they can be just as fanatical and over zealous about it.

(I wish they were more fanatical about proper hygiene or at least deodorant...)

My problem with the ways fans often view canon is that their conceptions of what a new story should be is based entirely on the past rather than what is happening right now with the story and what themes the writer is trying express with it this time.

They base their impressions of the story on external continuity more than the internal continuity.

Yea, the changes in a series like “Beast Machines” are jarring to say the least. Cybertron was formally an organic world like Earth? Rattrap doesn’t have confidence in himself and actually at one point sells out his comrades? Transformers can be biological now? It’s a lot to take in but when watching the story play out it’s not like these elements aren’t explained through the text of the new story.

Cybertron lost balance between its robot inhabitants and its biological life forms and its why it’s out of balance now, and Megatron is the logical progression of that inbalance. Rattrap is struggling to understand his new form, half his friends on the Maximals have been turned into drones, and the remaining team out loud say they don’t have confidence in him. He has PTSD from both the events of this story and the Beast Wars and feels insecure because of how others view him and that’s perfectly logical to not just the story but also the canon. If a fan is willing to give a story a chance they will see that the canon hasn’t actually been destroyed in much of any way and the logical progression is actually there if they simply listen to what’s going on.

(Seriously, it’s not that deep.)

Fans need to stop confusing a character achieving a franchise long arc with being “suddenly different.” In this way, criticisms of canon in new entries in long running series reveal that fans really just lack imagination to connect the dots. It would be like complaining that Luke Skywalker can’t become paranoid and make a grave mistake in judgment because people never change, nevermind the character already has changed a lot from his origins in “A New Hope” to where he was in “Return of the Jedi.”

(Oh wait, people did do that…)

But that’s not to say you have to like the new direction either. You can understand these changes and still be like “well, it’s not for me. I don’t care for a PSTD angle or a new origin for Cybertron,” but that’s whole lot different than saying the new series “rapes your childhood” or “Bastardizes the canon.” All the old canon you hold nostalgia for still exists. My love for “Beast Machines” is not harmed by the existence of newer Transformers properties that don’t meet what I look for in the series.

Too often, fans take changes to established “lore” very personally because it doesn’t fit their expectations or have the same nostalgic feelings they had before. When new entries in mega franchises occur fans often try to judge it by how much it is like what they watched before, rather what makes it different and what it is saying now. Again, you don’t have to like new directions in tone or character but consistency to established work DOES NOT equal good storytelling.

I have not been immune to this myself in the past, of course. Back in the day I wrote a 2500-plus word diatribe on “The Amazing Spider-man 2” that mostly went after how it changed the character I grew up with in a bad way and butchered the established back story I knew him by.

You know what other story doesn’t follow canon very well though? “Spider-man: Homecoming.”

(Now, hear me out...)

Spider-man in the MCU is generally agreed upon to be a good thing by fans. Both movies were big hits both critically and financially and fans often go as far as to say Tom Holland is the “definitive” Peter Parker.

But Holland’s Spider-man differs quite a bit from the comic-book webslinger. This Spider-man does not have a spidey sense. His best friend is not Harry Osbourne but in fact a retcon of a Mile Morales character. His father figure is Tony Stark, something that never happened in the comics, instead of Uncle Ben, which no matter what way you spin it is arguably his most important relationship in the series.

His character is a reverse of traditional Peter Parker too. Where comics Peter is a reluctant hero, who if anything hates being Spider-man and the burden of his responsibility, “Homecoming” Spider-man actively seeks out responsibility and in many ways enjoys his role as the famous webslinger. In fact, his whole arc is about him earning a spot as an Avenger. He wants to be THE hero and be worthy of it. It’s completely different from what we know of Spider-man.

(He just wants Tony sempai to notice him uWu)

Now I know some fans actually do complain about this Spidey from a “canon” standpoint, but most don’t. So why did this Spider-man get a pass for many but not “The Amazing” one? Quite simply it’s because stories, as cheesy as it sounds, are about feelings and stories like “Homecoming” tell a good story that effectively make those feelings connect with the audience.

We root for this Peter Parker and his journey to becoming an Avenger and successor to Iron Man because the story is told well, the emotions feel earned, and frankly both films are fun and enjoyable.

It’s easy to complain about canon for many nerds because it’s something tangible that they can point to and make a big stink about when they don’t understand why a movie isn’t reaching them. I don’t doubt that many neckbeards genuinely hate a film like “The Last Jedi” (Hell, I’m not a big fan myself) but when those same nerds enjoy something like “The Mandalorian,” a series that has its own loose relationship with canon and establishing new rules in the series, it tells me it’s not about the “lore” to them.

(Easy, fanboys...)

I have come to understand, in my growth as a nerd, that my problems with a lot of movies and TV shows in my favorite series rarely, if ever, have anything to do with the story not meeting some arbitrary guidelines regarding canon. It has more to with the story simply not connecting with me emotionally. The story isn’t drawing me in and keeping me on its narrative path. I’m not feeling the same magic that someone else might feel enjoying it because either a) it doesn’t feel earned to me or b) it just stylistically isn’t for me.

To paraphrase a line from another mega franchise, also owned by Disney, the canon is more like guidelines than actual rules.

(Didn’t expect to see ol’ Barbosa in this write up, did ye?)

It can show you where a story comes from but it isn’t law that you strictly adhere to it. Of course, when writing a new work in a popular series you should consider what came before it but I would like writer’s the freedom to try something new and most importantly fans to be open to it. You don’t have to like it but the idea that new entries in a story MUST remain strict to the canon is bull shit. Not even the original Star Wars trilogy adhered to its own canon perfectly, as clearly the writers were in fact making it up to a certain extent as they were going along.

(hmmmm...)

And that’s ok, because some of those changes were great! Made the story better and made the conclusion stronger.

Again, you don’t have to like every new entry that tries something bold or confrontational in your favorite franchise but if writers strictly followed canon to the T we wouldn’t have things like “Homecoming,” we wouldn’t have “The Mandalorian,” and we certainly wouldn’t have my favorite Transformers series “Beast Machines.”

Canon shouldn’t be a trap for writers and it shouldn’t be a litmus test for fans digesting it. There are so many better ways to judge a story than whether or not it fits neatly into established lore. A good story is a good story, regardless of whether or not it’s supported by something as static as canon.

“Beast Machines” has its flaws here and there, but canon isn’t one of them, at least not for me. Again, if you feel that the lore is important, that’s fine, you don’t have to ignore it but I would ask you to look beyond what came before when critiquing a new story.

Otherwise, you might miss something special that comes next…

Now then...

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fandomlurker · 4 years ago

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A Ponderous Rewatch: “Win Big”

And so we begin. For real, this time.

And to start, we have to go all the way back to Animaniacs season 1, episode 2, with the very first Pinky and the Brain skit which is named “Win Big”.

Interestingly enough, the duo are not directly trying to take over the world in this episode. The premise is that Brain needs money to buy the one part needed for his actual plan to take over the world using a machine he calls the “Super-Conductive Magnetic Infindibulator”, which will “deplete hydrogen and promote gravitational collapse [to produce] a magnetic charge from the center of the Earth so strong that every person who has loose change in their pockets will be magnetically drawn to the ground and stuck there”.

…

For those of you who are new to the series and for those of you who maybe can’t remember the show very well, I want to say that yes, what you’re probably asking yourself right now is true: Brain’s plans are almost always this complex and completely absurd with giant, glaring holes in logistics. There’s been a long-time “theory” that while their theme song says “one is a genius, the other’s insane” and intends to indicate that Brain is the genius while Pinky’s insane, it’s actually the other way around. And honestly? That doesn’t exactly hold up to any kind of scrutiny at all. Brain is actually a genius…he’s just also very, very short-sighted and lacks a lot of common sense. He’s so focused on his goal of world domination that he forgets to account for even the most obvious of details that would completely ruin what he’s trying to accomplish. And Pinky? Well, Pinky’s a lot smarter than he seems, but I wouldn’t exactly mark him as a genius. He’s just more worldly, more emotionally intelligent, and has a knack for pointing out the obvious. For you D&D nerds out there, think of it like this: Brain is a high INT low WIS character while Pinky is a high WIS low INT character.

As for which one is “insane”? Disregarding the…let’s just say “problematic” baggage that comes with that word, I’d argue that Pinky is just neurodivergent and Brain has a lot of problems. Like, a lot of problems. We’ll get more into that mess much farther down the line.

In any case, the opening of this episode has Brain pulling Pinky away from watching what is obviously supposed to be The Honeymooners, complete with “Bang, zoom, right in the kisser!” quote and everything. That quote, or one like it, was what the character Ralph Kramden would frustratedly yell at his wife, Alice, after she’d dismiss a get rich quick scheme of his. It was an ultimately impotent threat of violence, as he never did hit her. A lot of folks before me have delved into how messed up and controversial that whole running gag was, so I didn’t particularly feel the need to go over it here.

However, it does become immediately relevant because as Pinky laughs at the joke and excitedly quotes it while Brain is trying to get his attention, Brain reaches up and gently holds both their faces close for a few moments…

“Stop saying that, Pinky!...”

…then more aggressively tugs Pinky’s face down as he finishes with “…Or I shall have to hurt you.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry, Brain. NARF!”

Isn’t it interesting how the very first thing this series does is juxtapose Pinky and the Brain’s relationship with that of the main married couple on The Honeymooners? Like, it’s certainly not the most healthy of a relationship parallel to make, but in Pinky and Brain’s favour their world is governed by slapstick humour and thus any and all violence is much less serious. Also, there’s Pinky’s…uh…special relationship with physical pain that will become more apparent as the series goes on. Like, of course this kind of behaviour is wrong and appalling in real life, but this is a Warner Brothers Looney Toons-style cartoon and there’s a big difference between the two.

There’s also this little tidbit of information on the Animaniacs wiki regarding this episode and its writer, Peter Hastings:

“Although Peter Hastings has stated that he always tried to have Brain threaten to hurt Pinky but never actually hit him (because he felt this was both funnier and truer to the character), Tom Ruegger and the other producers would often have Brain actually hit Pinky. Even in this very first short, the Brain does follow through.”

Moving on, though, after Brain Rube Goldberg machine’s his way out of their cage and points out that Pinky has an “inordinately short attention span” after Pinky gets briefly distracted by another TV show that’s a very blatant parody of Jeopardy, he explains to Pinky his latest plan for world domination.

“EGAD, Brain, brilliant!”

“…Uh oh, no, wait…what if they take off their pants?”

^ The face of a man who somehow managed to forget that clothes are removable.

See what I mean about Pinky having a knack for pointing out the obvious? It’s very much needed to counteract Brain’s complete lack of foresight and introspection.

“Then…we’ll have to take over the world quickly.”

…Though there’s also something to be said for Brain’s stubbornness.

So they need a part for Brain’s machine called a Infindibulator, which is for some reason listed in the Farmer’s Almanac??? Which to my knowledge doesn’t sell anything at all??? Okay, Brain, whatever you say.

Brain actually kicks Pinky directly in the ass to get him up onto the Almanac to read it,

which would be alarming if not for Pinky’s completely happy and sincere “Thanks! :D” afterwards. It’s a mere hint to Pinky’s…predilections. I find it interesting that it’s so subtly foreshadowed in this very first short. I know you newer folks might think I’m joking, but I assure you I’m not. You will see.

As a side note, it’s so odd hearing Rob Paulsen’s early Pinky voice in these first several Animaniacs shorts. I’ve seen fans say that it’s more lispy than the standard Pinky voice that we’re all familiar with, but to me it just sounds like Pinky with a very, very bad cold and a stuffy nose. Get this mouse some nasal spray.

So Pinky finds the entry for the Infindibulator and it costs a whopping $99000. Where would two little lab mice find that kind of cash?

It sure is lucky and convenient that the TV is still on during that moment and tuned into an episode of Jeopardy—I mean “Gyp-Parody” (Really, writers? Really? In addition to being a horrible and lazy pun, I would rather not have to type a slur so much, so I’m just going to call it the name of the show it’s based on) where the reward for winning totals $99000.

And here we go, the first of its kind. The birth of the most famous running joke from Pinky and the Brain!

“Pinky… Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”

“I think so, Brain, but where are we going to get a duck and a hose at this hour?”

…Believe it or not, Pinky’s bizarre answers do have an explanation and a certain logic to them, but we find out the hows and whys much, much farther along in the series. That said, I’ll be damned if I know how he got to this particular train of thought right now. The inner machinations of Pinky’s mind are an enigma.

So Brain gets the idea to become a contestant on Jeopardy to win the amount of money they need for their plan. Pinky points out that the questions on the game show are very, very hard and Brain would have to get all of them right, and I just love Brain slowly turning his head to face Pinky with the most deadpan “Bitch, are you for real?” look on his face.

To Brain’s credit, he doesn’t berate the other mouse at all for his doubts. He just very calmly asks Pinky to quiz him about anything he can think of. When Pinky asks him “What is pie?”, well, see above for the summary of the answer Brain gives.

He then asks for a harder question, and Pinky asks him which TV character says “Bang! Zoom!—“ before Brain cuts him off with a wack of a pencil for quoting something inane and annoying him again.

Though he quivers a little before the smack, Pinky’s fine afterwards. Smiling, even.

And he happily gives Brain the answer anyway, complete with bows. “Ralph Kramden! TA-DAH! :D”

But Brain is insistent on preparing to go on Jeopardy, grabbing Pinky by the tail to drag him off-screen and Pinky is…

Hmm.

He’s, uhh, more than fine with it.

Now we get the debut of the human suit mecha. It’s quite the staple of the series; the go-to for a human disguise whenever the mice need one.

And it certainly is…something. You may be noticing the lack of a human head. Don’t worry about it. Brain certainly didn’t.

I love Brain’s playful little “Honey, I’m hoooome!~” when he pops his head out, despite having a deadpan look on his face the entire time. He’s having fun!

“Ahahaha! Oh, that’s a funny joke, Brain!”

“I am not devoid of humour.”

Pinky is having a little less fun with his tail accidentally tied along with the shoelaces, however.

It’s fine, he’s fine. He’ll be okay! Pinky is indestructible.

He’s a pocket pal now. He’s fine.

Makin’ my way downtown, walkin’ fast…~

Okay, sorry, he’s hailing a cab instead. Effectively, too!

Oh hi, Warners, nice to see you! Doing a literal running gag, I see. Nice, nice.

Goodbye!

So if you were wondering how regular humans would react to Brain’s “clever” and totally made without proper foresight disguise, well…

“Wh—HOA! Hey, if you don’t mind me askin’, bub, what happened to your head?”

“Nothing. I am a mouse in a large, mechanical suit.”

“Hehehehe! Okay, all right, my fault for askin’, right? Heh.”

Yup. This isn’t the first time this kind of thing happens. I guess since they’re in Hollywood the taxi driver’s seen worse.

So Brain gets on the show (don’t worry about how, shh) and the announcer calls him “Brian” instead and Brain politely tries to correct him. I can’t exactly fault the announcer because 1. “Brain” isn’t a name and 2. Look at Brain’s gloriously messed up handwriting.

The host walks on in. It’s pretty cute that they gave him the parody name “Alex Quebec”. It’s a suitable pun and rhyme to hint at the fact that Alex Trebek was born in Canada. Rest in peace, Mr. Trebek.

The first question is in the category of celebrity shoe sizes and asks what size sandals Plato wore. Umm. Okaaaaay… Thank goodness this show first aired before websites for foot fetishists cataloguing celebrity feet was a thing. Also is it just me, or does that font looks like something off of The Simpsons?

I don’t know if I should be worried or not that Brain got the correct answer to this question. (Seven and a half, if you’re curious.)

Question two is totally a trick question, though. There’s no such place as “Lestho”. “Lesotho”, however, is a real kingdom in South Africa. King Moshoeshoe I was indeed the ruler in 1820 as Brain answers, although the place was called “Basutoland” at the time and didn’t formally become a kingdom until 1822.

Educational!

Question three is a normal if extremely hard question for anyone unfamiliar with geographic locations off of the southeast of Asia. There are a lot of correct answers, and Brain answers correctly with “Bikar, Ailuk, and Ailinglaplap”. As this post notes, he is totally flexing on everyone by naming very obscure coral atoll islands that are some of the furthest neighbours from the Isle of Yap.

You smug asshole, Brain.

We don’t get the questions Brain answers correctly in the following montage, but we do get a close-up of his handwriting. Look at this. Just…look at it.

We get to see the aftermath of Brain’s monopolizing of the scores, though. The other contestants aren’t looking too good. Note that it seems there were times that they did manage to buzz in to answer before Brain did, but they must have got all of their answers or at least most of them wrong. They’re both in the negatives.

“Any plans on how you’ll spend your winnings?”

“Yes. I plan to take over the world!”

“...”

“…Ah haha, my fault for asking.”

Pinky claps and congratulates Brain on doing so well so far, because he’s a sweetheart like that, and

Brain flicks him back into the pocket. Man, you’re so quietly mean in this first episode, Brain.

Now it’s the final question, from the category “Quotable Quotes”. I remember this kind of category as usually being the easiest on Jeopardy, so it’s kind of surprising that it’s the Final Jeopardy question.

Uh-oh.

Looks like someone forgot that Jeopardy questions aren’t all science, history, and geography-related. Sometimes they’re about pop-culture.

Brain is…not very good with pop-culture. And Pinky’s been banished to the bottom of the coat pocket.

Whoops.

“Umm. Uh, who is, uhh… I, umm. Who is, uhh… Who is…uhh, Pinky…?”

Oh Brain, honey, it’s cute that you got so stumped and flustered that you just blurted out the only name that came to mind (and because Pinky was quoting it earlier, but still!), but it’s also so very, very sad.

Of course that’s incorrect, and Brain is just so monumentally defeated.

“And how much did you wager?”

“Everything…”

HUBRIS!

We then cut to the mice watching Brain’s horrible defeat on TV, and Pinky suggests a few other game shows they could try: Wheel of Misfortune, $10,000 Pile-A-Mud… The latter of which is supposed to be a parody of the old game show Pyramid, which wasn’t around in that format by the time this episode aired, so…good luck with that one, Pinky.

But no, Brain doesn’t plan on going on any more game shows. He instead walks sadly over to their cage to rest for tomorrow night.

It’s then that we are witness to the birth of the other memetic exchange this show is known for:

“Why, Brain? What are we going to do tomorrow night?”

“The same thing we do every night, Pinky: Try to take over the world!”

That wink, though. It’s the confident wink that sells this and tells us all you need to know about the Brain. No matter how bad his defeat, how humiliated he gets, or how sad he feels about failing, Brain always gets back to business sooner or later. He has determination on his side. And Pinky, of course.

And that was the very first Pinky and the Brain short! A pretty good start for the series, really. Nothing spectacular, and definitely not the worst, just a good start that sets the tone of the series well and establishes several of the running gags the show is known for. The creators pretty much have Brain as a character down right away: serious but not devoid of humour, single-minded, stubborn, egotistical, smart, and determined to meet his goals. There are a few things missing from him that we get later, and he certainly softens a bit by the time the spin-off starts, but they’ve set up a solid foundation to build on so far here. Pinky’s character is a little more nebulous in this episode, though. He’s shown to be generally good-natured, smarter than he first seems, easily distracted but well-meaning, and willing and able to help Brain achieve his goals. Still, he’s missing the much of the overwhelming kindness and his enthusiasm for Brain’s plans and awe at Brain’s intellect that he has as we go further through the series. I mean, there are hints of it here, too, but it’s much more understated compared to later on. Not to mention that Pinky gains a bit of a sassy side to him that somehow still manages to be friendly, like when you gently tease your friends while still caring about them.

I understand that you can’t really squeeze all of that into the first, like, fifteen minutes or so of a series, though.

Also, the animation for this episode wasn’t exactly the best of the series. There are points where Brain looks kinda muppet-y and Pinky is uncharacteristically gaunt and gangly. I mean, Pinky is usually a little gangly but not as hunched over and his nose stretched out so much. It’s not the worst, either, and serves as a decent baseline of how the characters look. Wang Film Production looks to be the animation studio behind this one, and I’d say their style is the most “normal” quality of the ones that get to animate for PatB. They do settle into a better and more consistent style for the show, so I’ll try and be on the look-out for that.

I’m not sure if the other posts I’m going to do on this rewatch will be quite so play-by-play as this one was. Since this is the first, I felt the need to establish in more detail the kind of things that happen in your average episode of PatB and the general rhythm of the show. I’m definitely going to try and include every instance of the ongoing running gags the series has, though.

I feel I should also say that from now on I might have to double or triple the amount of episodes in one post, too. There are some episodes in a long-running series like this where not too much of note happens, I’m sure, and I know at least a few are either silent shorts, cameos in other Animaniacs skits or little music videos and you can only get so much out of those entries.

Yes, music videos. Including a cameo appearance in a Macarena parody. I’ll prepare as best as I can to cringe so hard from secondhand embarrassment that I morph into a pretzel shape.

We’re only getting started, folks. Things are only going to get weirder and more interesting from here on out.

#Pinky and the Brain #PatB #Win Big

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booksncoffee · 4 years ago

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get lonely with me, one

the one with the beginning of everything

“Are you sure, mate?” Harrison asks him, corners of his eyes crinkling as he finds the mere idea of his best friend being in a rom-com amusing. “You’re not exactly ‘rom-com’ material. No offence.”

wattpad || story page || your thoughts

hiii everyone! before we dive into the first chapter of my very first tom holland fanfiction, i would just like to clarify that my knowledge in regards to the film industry is very limited so there might be some inaccuracies but i do try my best to be as realistic as possible. that said, if there are things that seem ridiculous to you, please remember that it is a fiction and please be kind to me.

okay with that out of the way, i hope you’ll enjoy the first chapter!

When Tom tells Harrison that he wants to be in a romantic comedy, his best friend laughs at him as if that’s the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard. Tom is slightly offended because come on, the idea of him being in a romantic comedy is not that outlandish, is it? He’s been in a musical for God’s sake and compared to a rom-com, the former is way bizarre - at least that’s how he sees it.

Tom has been fortunate enough to star in several different genres of movies like actions, psychological thrillers, science fictions, historical drama and even animated films, but he’s yet to know how it feels like to star in a rom-com. Don’t get him wrong, he loves each and every movie he’s ever been in but if he gets to be in a rom-com, he thinks his life will be made. Well, it’ll be made all over again because he said the same thing when he got the role of Peter Parker.

He’s intrigued, to say the least, and besides, he wants to venture into other genres.

“Fuck off.” Tom gives his friend the finger and continues to scroll through his Instagram mindlessly, tapping twice on pictures of his friends and family. He’s trying to distract himself from checking his emails every five seconds but it proves to be a futile attempt because less than five minutes later, he finds himself exiting Instagram and opening the mail application instead. He pulls his screen downward, refreshing his inbox but nothing new comes in.

A few days ago he found out that the best-selling book, The (Mis)Fortune of Knowing You, is being adapted into a movie and they’re looking for someone to play the role of Leon James, the charming main character in the book who happens to be loved by the readers, and immediately he felt drawn to the character. So he did the one thing that he thought was the right thing to do: he contacted his agent and asked her if it’s possible to land him an audition.

And he hasn’t heard about from her ever since.

As he refreshes his inbox again because yes, he’s borderline obsessive about it by now, he remembers something.

“You know, Haz, there’s one character in the book that reminds me of you.”

Harrison quirks an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue, which he learns a second later is the wrong move. He should’ve just ignored Tom.

“He’s a bit of a dick but he’s Leon’s good friend and I think you should audition for that part seeing as you’re a dick too, so you’d be perfect that part,” Tom says to his friend, who rolls his eyes at him. And because he can’t help it, he adds, “But maybe you need to tone it down a little.”

Harrison doesn’t warrant Tom’s statement with a reply, but he could see that there’s a hint of intrigue on his best friend’s face like he’s thinking about it too. While he’s joking at first, now Tom can’t shake the idea off of his mind. He thinks about how cool it will be to not only have his best friend on set but to be in front of the camera together.

“Maybe I should audition for Leon and you should be the dick best friend.”

“Sure,” Tom replies. That could work too. “I can finally channel Harrison Osterfield on screen.”

“Glad I could be your muse,” Harrison grins, to which Tom responds with a snort and an eye roll.

Tom opens his mouth to say something else like how much of a diva Harrison is when he sees a new email in his inbox. An email from his agent - the one he’s been waiting for. He sits up, holding a hand out, and shushes his best friend.

“What? I’m quiet,” Harrison says with a frown.

Tom shushes Harrison again, who shakes his head at him and diverts his gaze to the telly in front of them.

Holding his breath, Tom clicks on the email and skims through it. Then when he reaches towards the end of the email, for a moment he stills, expecting bad news. But instead of feeling as though his heart has sunk to the pit of his stomach, it feels as though his heart might jump out of his chest.

“Mate,” Tom says as he reaches out for Harrison, accidentally hitting him on the stomach before he clutches his friend’s shirt and tugs at it. “Mate.”

Harrison turns to him, frowning. “What?”

“Mate.”

“What.”

Tom reads the email once more to make sure that he did not misread it because that would be horrifyingly embarrassing and when he’s certain that he got everything right the first time he read it, he hands his phone to Harrison.

Harrison takes Tom’s phone from his hand and reads the email out loud while Tom listens to him intently. Hearing it is way, way better than reading it and Tom feels like he might lose his shit. He remembers the day he found out he would be the new Spiderman, remembers how thrilled he was because holy shit he’s the new Spiderman - the character that almost everyone loves.

And this moment right now feels exactly like that. It’s unreal.

When his agent contacted the writer and the producer of the upcoming rom-com, Kim Davison, she was told that Kim was already planning on sending the script to Tom. It turns out that Kim thought Tom would be perfect for the role of Leon James and the role is his if he wants it. But of course, he still has to send his audition tape just for the sake of it.

“This is amazing,” Harrison says when he’s finished reading the email and hands the phone back to Tom. He pats his friend’s shoulder, squeezing it before letting go, and adds, “Congratulations, mate.”

“Thanks, Haz,” Tom replies, still trying to wrap his head around everything.

He’s lucky, he’s very much aware of that, because opportunities like these don’t come often. It’s not every day that the writer who is also the producer of the movie wants you to be in the movie. More often than not, Tom has to go through auditions that usually last for months and even then he’s still not guaranteed a role.

This is a sign, he thinks, but a sign of what he’s not sure yet.

“But hey.” Harrison nudges Tom’s knee with his, snapping him out of his thoughts, and then continues, “Don’t spill it to the Internet just yet.”

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justalitlecreacher · 4 years ago

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I’m here to prove that Andrew Garfield’s portrayal of Spider-man/peter parker in The Amazing Spider-Man is objectively the best love action adaptation of the character. In this essay I will....(yes this is really happening)

Edit: 10/20/20- i want to indulge myself in spiderman content but finding non mcu spiderman content is exhausting so imma update this instead

TL;DR

Andrew Garfield is my favorite of the 3 Spider-Man actors. TAS’s Peter is more fun and dynamic than the cookie cutter “shy introverted nerd that has a crush on a girl who’s way out of his league” Peter in Tobey Maguire’s movies. I enjoy Tom Holland’s portrayal of the character, but hate the way Disney has written the movies. I enjoy the characters, plot, and humor of The Amazing Spider-Man far more than the other 2, and i deeply wish we had gotten the third movie with the canon BIder-Man of Andrew’s (and my) dreams.

[DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NOT SEEN THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN 2 OR ANY MCU SPIDERMAN MOVIES OUTSIDE OF CLIPS AND REVIEWS ITS ALSO BEEN A VERY HOT MINUTE SINCE IVE SEEN A TOBEY MAGUIRE MOVIE]

Characterization

Most arguments against Andrew Garfield’s Spidey( AG’s from now on) begin and ends with “he was a good Spider-Man but a bad Peter Parker”. This references an outdated post comparing all three Spidey actors.(Id attach the image here but i dont want the post to be too long(thats a lie this is so long what am i doing with my life)) The post also claims that Tobey played a good Peter and a poor Spidey; and that Tom is good at both “roles”.(Honestly I think it seems silly that this seems obey the “third time’s the charm” rule but thats just me). Most people using this seem to be Tobey stans who have forgotten or ignored the rest of the post funnily enough, but the ones that go further into the WHY AG is a poor Peter are also incorrect. This argument also ignores the idea that there can be more than one version of Peter Parker which is blatantly incorrect. Just look at Into the Spiderverse or the PS4 game; these provide 4(5 if you count the pig) versions of Peter themselves, and that doesnt even include the comics.

Arguments that go further in depth claim that the AS Peter is too cool or well liked by his peer to be a “true” Peter Parker. The evidence for this seems to be that Peter has a skateboard.(which what? didnt realize that having a skateboard would instantly make you cool brb guys). Adding to that i dont really see where people get the idea that Peter is popular or well liked. While looking for complaints i found this qutoe from reddit(theyve since deleted it looks like but i’ll add a link in the notes) “He's angsty, pretty socially awkward, has an aptitude for science, and is kind of an outsider. He gets bullied by Flash and he gets his ass kicked after trying to stand up to Flash. He isn't a "cool" person in any way (until the ending, in which he's best buds with Flash, so I'll give you that). While Maguire is more accurate to the 60s comics where Peter in high school is just a fucking loser with basically no friends, in the ultimate comics, Peter is more of the kid who has a small amount of friends, but isn't popular.”. Honesty i fully agree with this because once again, other versions of a character are allowed to exist. You can dislike one version, but its silly to dislike something for not being exactly like another thing.

Ive also heard that Peter isnt “nerdy enough” in this movie which really doesnt make any sense considering the entire plot happens because Peter was looking into some of his parents’ research. If he wasn't interested in looking further into his father’s work what reason would he have to go to Oscorp where he’s bitten by the spider? Why would he have become Dr. Conner’s assistant? If he wasn’t intelligent how did he develop the web shooters?(something that Tobey!Peter doesn't have to do out of plot convenience might i add).

Another complaint i see is that the quips he uses in the movie(the first one specifically it seems) makes him seem like an asshole. Honestly thats a fair complaint, but i think its a good bit of characterization; espcially if he does get better about it in the second movie like the internet suggests.The Peter in this movie is a rightfully angsty teen; of course he acts a bit of an ass to criminals(also i feel like its important to mention that he’s like that to criminals? its not like hes being a dick for no reason).

Compare this with the Tobey Maguire(TM) movies. Like i said i haven’t seen these in awhile but as far as i’m aware TM’s Peter doesn't really do anything particularly nerdy in the film? I may have forgotten something( ok in the scene before he gets bitten he knows a cool spider fact) but he doesn’t have to invent the web-shooters because they came with his powers and he’s only at Oscorp in the first place because it’s a school field trip that he appears to be taking photos for. This Peter does fit the definition of outcast(friendless and bullied for it), but honestly i just dont like him. He’s weird and something about the character makes me feel like i should be a little grossed out every time he looks at MJ at the beginning of the movie.

I honestly don’t have any complaints for Tom Holland’s(TH’s)Spidey. Tom is a great actor and from what ive seen i enjoy his portrayal of the character.( He made me cry when i character i actively dislike died).

Story

I cant really say much for TAS story. It’s interesting but nothing special really. However, there is one scene that i don’t think i’ve seen anything like since( the closest would probably be the train scene in the original trilogy).

The crane scene. Early in the film Peter saves a boy from a car that has fallen off of a bridge, and at the end of the movie this becomes relevant again when it is uncertain that Peter will be able to get to the lizard to stop him in time.(as Peter is already injured and pretty far from the lizard’s location). The boy’s father is then revealed to be a construction worker who recognizes that Spider-man is going to need help to get to the lizard; he remembers how Spider-Man saved his son and organizes the rest of the construction workers to build a path out of crane arms for SM to swing from. All of them are putting themselves in danger by not evacuating, but SM’s actions in the first act of the film motivate them to do what’s right.

I love this scene primarily because it highlights something that i think is a really important part of Spider-Man’s character; his connection to the people he saves. SM is often shown interacting with and chatting with the people he has saved after the fact. One comic shows Peter accidentally scaring some bullies and then taking the time to ride the bus to school with them to continue their conversation and educate the students on bullying.( There’s definitely more but this is off the top of my head).

Another scene in TAS that i love is shortly before the crane scene when Peter is originally attempting to make his way across the city to stop the lizard, and he is shot down by the police. They manage to unmask him before Peter comes to his senses( he had just been shot and fallen pretty far out of the sky in his defense). From there Peter is able to deal with the police while keeping any of them from getting a good look at his face. The one cop he cant take out happens to be Gwen Stacey’s father who had previously had an argument with Peter about Spider-Man(Peter obviously on SM’s side and Mr. Stacey against SM). Peter turns and allows Captain(?) Stacey to see his face. I believe that this is an example of an unwilling identity reveal done right. i really enjoyed this moment because Peter had just shown that he likely could have gotten out of this encounter with his identity in tact as he had just taken down however many men. This implies that it was an active choice on Peter’s end to trust that Captain Stacey would ultimately do the right thing and allow Peter to go fight the Lizard, rather than a final desperate attempt to get away unscathed. Whether or not this interpretation of the scene is correct or not it still gives the character a bit more agency than some versions have done with their identity reveals.

In Spider-Man 2 Peter starts to lose his powers because he’s having internal conflict about wether or not he should be Spider-Man. Honestly thats kinda neat and i might want to give that a rewatch. As for the one i have seen i don’t have any complaints. I do however prefer the way that Peter was bitten in TAS because it was a result of him poking around where he shouldn’t’ve been rather than him just happening to be standing in the right place for a spider to land on him.

Onto TH’s movies; the way Disney has treated Spidey in the MCU is why TH’s is my least favorite version of the character. I feel like too much of the story revolves around Iron Man; Iron Man made Peter’s suit and equipment, Iron Man introduces Peter to the MCU(via blackmail but thats another rant for another annoyingly long post), its Iron Man that “makes” Spidey in this universe rather than Spidey being self-made. In Homecoming(which remember i havent seen outside of clips so bear with me) most of the conflict is cause directly or indirectly by Tony’s refusal or inabilty to communicate with the teenager he’s meant to be mentoring

For one the entire incident with the ferry could have very easily been avoided had Tony bothered to communicate with Peter enough to tell him that the situation was being taken care of. On top of that at the moive’s climax Peter is shown trying to get in contact with Happy(from what ive picked up isnt he a chauffeur? like idk his deal i just know he’s someone Peter got pawned off onto after Civil War). Peter even goes as far as to somehow hack into Happy’s phone(i think thats what happened it was a weird tech thing that shouldve been a red flag that the call was important though) but instead of listening; Peter is ignored. If this was a different kind of movie Peter literally could have died and itd be the fault of Happy and Tony like..... A large portion of conflict comes from characters being incompetent and not communicating and thats just poor storytelling.

Before this turns too much into an anti mcu rant id also like to say that the way they did Civil War was really dumb considering that Peter defects to Cap’s side in the comics, but whatever.

Also i loathe the way they handled the identity reveal at the end of Far From Home. With MCU movies most people know to expect an end credits scene by now, but typically that scene is not important to understand what’s happening in the films; they just aren’t important. Putting an identity reveal here makes it seem significantly less important than it is. On top of that i dislike their use of J Jonah Jameson for this scene.

JJJ is a character who has been repeatedly shown to have a genuinely good heart. All of his anger comes from a place of love for his city(he even says this hemself in the ps4 game when May writes in to tell him that he needs help). He hates Spider-Man because SM reminds him of the masked man who killed his wife; JJJ has never been able to get past that( and Peter’s antagonism of him definitely doesnt help) However, JJJ has been shown to care for people; he has a son who he often brags about, and one comic shows that JJJ is paying Peter for “amateur” quality photos because he knows that Peter is having a hard time and “just need some help”. JJJ has even learned Peter’s identity before and kept his secret for him(seriously though i cant remember the name of the comic but its defiantly worth the read), and in the original trilogy when Goblin threatens JJJ he claims that he doesn’t know who sends in the photos of Spidey because he does it via email( this is a lie). The MCU will have a very difficult time convincing me that JJJ would ever out a teenager’s identity and put him in danger like that. It goes too far against his character.(this could be hypocritical of me to say considering how i just insisted that multiple versions of a character can exist but whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

This is accidentally turning into an MCU rant but id also like to say that i hate the lack of a TH!Spidey origin movie because it gives you no motivaion for Peter becoming SM or explanation of his powers; most people will know these things but if youre unfamiliar with the character its bound to be confusing(and im a sucker for origin movies)

#long post #spiderman #andrew garfield #The Amazing Spider Man #mcu crit #j jonah jameson #can you tell i care a lot?#cause i do #rant #ramble #this was not proofred #like at all #see theres a typo in that tag!#i would apologize but im not sorry

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osterfieldshollandgirl · 5 years ago

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A Picture of You

This is a little bit of Harrison Osterfield X Reader X Tom Holland. Otherwise enjoy.

Today the celebrity of the photo shoot at the magazine that you work for is Tom Holland, I am a huge fan of him as Peter Parker but also, I acknowledge his handsome features as himself. When I walked into to work today, I heard whispers of giddy giggles with Tom's name in the breaths of every woman colleagues as they rush to look good. I roll my eyes to myself imaginary patting myself on the back for making myself look pretty and presentable today and having a feeling something good could come out of today. You walk into your office and start to check your emails and see that they want you to assist today's celebrity photo shoot and while scamming the text you see Tom Hollands name and instantly smile and blush to get nervous butterflies knowing that you will be meters away from the handsome prince himself. After getting yourself together, you see what time you have to be there and you see it is in 10 minutes and so you freshen up as much you can and walk out of your office getting everyone's attention. While trying to avoid the mean glares from my colleagues as I walk by them, I remind myself Tom is going to be here soon. I am in my world as I enter the set and go to check in with the director of the shoot as I am headed to the other side I bump into a strong muscular chest and let out a soft grunt while the person laughs humorously as if the bump did not affect him. I lift my head recognizing the laugh as Tom's and embarrassingly look up at him to apologize but cannot get anything out because he is charmingly smiling at me. "I am sorry I bumped into you, Mr. Holland." You say while looking down at your shoes, he brings his hands to your chin pulling your face to look into your eyes." It is okay darling don't worry." He smiles gently and walks away because he is being called by the photographer. I smile to myself touching my chin where his touch is still lingering and then I notice stares and act normal again. I look around to see if I know anybody and see blond hair thinking it was my friend I walk over and give them a hug not realizing it not them and it is Harrison Osterfield Tom's best friend and PA. I hear the person clear their throat and I pull away and realize that my colleague is sitting on a chair near the food table. My face becomes tomato red as I look up and see Harrison smirking down at you and says, "I love a hug love, but a warning would be nice." "I am so sorry, man I bump into to Tom and now I hug you not that I did not want to." I say carefully cringing about what I said at the end. Harrison just watches me with amusement in his eyes and walks by me brushing his shoulder into me playfully and smiles at me as he walks towards his section of the shoot. I think about how he smelt so good and how his body felt amazing against mine. I walk away to hide the corner where my friend is sitting and see her straight up laughing at me and so I just sit next to her trying not to cry from embarrassment. I see people are starting to call people into place, so I get myself ready to work. My job in this shoot is to get the photographer anything they need, so I must stand in front of Tom the whole time. I know the photographer and go up to her "Hey Mary, how are you? so I embarrassed myself in front of Tom so please do not make me go in front of him more than I need to." Mary nods with a gentle smile and winks at me, I am confused until I see from across the room Harrison and Tom talking to each other but watching me with smiles on their faces. I smile back and wave to be nice, both winks back at me with smirks on their faces and I quickly turn back around blushing. Mary while setting up the cameras "looks like Tom and Harrison is taking interest in you." I nod my head to be polite but, on the inside, I am nervous I have never had one boy like me let alone two at once. As the shoot goes on and pictures of Tom being shot are him shirtless or merely shirtless with buttons barely on and he is focusing his gaze above the camera at times where I am standing and I feel the tension growing between us but also Harrison is to my right-leaning against a wall and is staring at me at the same time, I feel a certain way. There was one shot where I matched Tom's business attire and they needed a girl to see if it would look better and Mary saw that I dressed up and I saw her eyes shine bright. "Y/N please go and take this one-shot with Tom; I think this will look perfect." I nod my head and walk around the camera to where Tom is standing, and he is very professional, so he politely puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer, so we look more natural. As the shot is being taken Tom leans in and whispers "So Haz gets a hug but not me, I was saddened by that." I blush slightly still smiling, I whisper back "Yes, it was an accidental hug and you did not offer me one." feeling feisty about the end of the comment. That is when we hear the director make us get closer with my hands around his neck and his hands almost holding my hips. He talks softly so only I can hear him "I can hug you, but I might not let go. Holding you feels too good." I look into his eyes and see lust mixed with honesty and start to blush. I hear cut but I do not want to leave this position in time. Tom pulls away but before he does, he pulls me into a tight hug which I embrace. As he pulls away to get his makeup touched up, he kisses my cheek and thanks me for the picture with a wink. I whisper "anytime" to myself and walk away confused about what is happening this can not be real. The shoot is the whole day so during the break when everyone left even Tom and Harrison, I could take a deep breath and so I took my lunch out which was a sandwich and water and sat a table. I just finished my sandwich when I heard people enter the shoot, so I peeked around and saw Tom and Haz, and quickly ran back to my spot where I could hide without being seen. I hear them start to talk "Haz, I think we should see who she goes to first because I got her in the palm of my hands." Tom says and Harrison looks up from his phone "I bet you $100 to kiss her and make her feel like you like her." "Deal" I hear Tom say and I gasp quietly to myself tearing up, knowing someone like Tom would never fall for someone like her. I hear people coming and hurry to the secret door to get out of the room and act like I was not in the hiding spot. I go to the restroom, freshen up and when I am walking down to the set, I remind myself to act like I was but do not give in. As I walk into the set, I can feel his eyes on her, and she can sense he is walking this way until he gets called in the other direction. I walk to my friend and she can sense something is wrong, so I quietly whisper to her about what is happening, and she agrees that my plan to just finish the shoot and ignore him no matter how nice the attention feels.

The shoot continues and I can see Tom trying to flirt with his eyes at me and it is making the pictures look better, but I remind myself not to fall and get hurt. Harrison on the other hand started to flirt with me and knowing he made that bet hurt more thinking that he was a gentleman before. I was getting water from the cooler and he walks over to grab water at the same time, I am one step ahead of him and bend down to grab two bottles one for him and one for me. I stand back up and noticed that he was checking me out, I acted like I was flattered as I handed him a bottle of water "Thank you beautiful" he says cheekily. "Haz get one water as well please" I see Tom look at me with this glint and I know he knows how to act so I say to play along with my plan "I will take it to him I am headed that way anyway" and to make it sweeter I lean up and peck Harrison’s cheek and walk away leaving him shocked on what just happened. I walk towards Tom knowing he saw the scene before him, he looks ready to be kissed as well almost excited. I stroll towards him and act like I am going to sweetly give to him in which I do. I hand it to him, and he smiles and says, "Thank you love", I nod and walk away, getting back to work. He looks confused for a second as to what he has done wrong not knowing I overheard them talking. Throughout the other set up for pictures, Mary asked me to go up and pose with him and so I did and made sure to do exactly what they said. I was so excited to see these shots and ask Mary to send them to me when they were edited. As Mary was showing us the pictures I previewed them loving them and she showed Tom next and he did the least expected "I do not like these could we use another model" Mary shocked but had to oblige to make Tom happy nodded and they used another girl for that same shot. After that shot, there was one last one and the day was over. When setting up for that one Mary comes up to me, I was sitting by myself alone since my friend had to go and I was kind of sulking knowing I may have brought it on myself but I rather not have a heartbreak. "check your phone" Mary says and winks. I look down and see an email from her and open it to see the pictures I took with Tom, I smile big and hug her thanking her repeatedly because even if those pictures are fake the moment to me was real and that is what matters. That motion of mine captures Tom and Harrison's attention and I suddenly realize that Tom did not like the last set and I say, "but the last picture is not good at all even Tom said that." "Do not be silly, you both look like you are meant to be in each other's arms. Honestly, I think he was jealous that you kissed his best friend cheek and wanted to get back at you. Boy's would do anything to get a girls attention." "Thank you again. I feel better." I say and so after the last shot was perfect the director ended the set and let everyone leave.

I was helping clean up so I was one of the last ones in the room, I hear laughter coming from one room and so curious I went in that direction wishing I had not when I saw who it was coming from. I see Tom laughing with mean Karen and so I quickly leave and as I entered and feel jealously running through my veins but remembering what deal he made, and it made me feel better. I tell Karen out of spite and Susan did tell me to find Karen "Susan is calling you Karen" Karen huffs bidding Tom goodbye and glaring at me as she walks by me. Tom and I stand there awkwardly because of what he did during the shoot. I start to walk away, and I hear him say "I am sorry about what happened, you were beautiful, and I should not have done that." "It's okay-wait it is not okay, I am a person with feelings and when their idol calls them unattractive." He is left speechless and does not say anything for another few minutes I start to leave when he grabs my hand and says softly " I truly did not mean to make you feel that way and you are the most genuine person I have met in a long time. It scared me that you might be fake, but I watched you all day and you are truly a nice person. So, I am sorry, and I hope I can make it up to you." I say "I always wanted to meet you and now that I have I can truly say that I am grateful to see you truly are and am blessed to be able to take those wonderful pictures with you." I take his hand in mine and say, "let us clean up and talk in the lounge area." He nods and we clean up and head together to the lounge area where Karen number two is flirting with Harrison and I see Karen number one save a seat for Tom. As I sit on a couch where Tom and I both can sit together, Tom was forced to sit next to her which is fine. I am sitting there for ten minutes talking to others who have joined us as we are just chilling, and notice that Tom and Karen are missing, I find it weird until I see Harrison hint with his eyes where they have gone. I wink at Harrison as a thank you and follow that direction. I see that my office door is open and hear talking, I walk close but stay behind to hear. Karen says, "I hear you have a bet to kiss Y/N, is that true?" Tom answers "yes, but please do not tell anyone I am not interested anymore." "well, my group of friends got into it so kiss her, or I will tell her about the bet." I quickly go back to the lounge and sit down making sure it looked like I did not move. Tom and Karen come back, and I make sure to make eye contact with him but in a friendly matter, so he does not know what hit him. I make sure everyone is busy talking when I get Tom's attention and ask to talk to him privately. I also make sure where I take us, they can see us. As we reach our destination, I lean up and whisper to him in his ear "Kiss me." He looks down at me making sure I am serious, and he cups my face with one of his hands while the other is on my waist and kisses me gently. The kiss is amazing, I feel him deepen the kiss while moving the hand on my face to my waist and pulling me closer. I run my fingers through hair as he groans a little as I pull slightly. The kiss was getting heated and I did not want it to get too much and people were watching. We pulled away looking at each other smiling, I wonder if he would say anything. "This is amazing a kiss, thank you. I always wanted that scene like in far from home where you kiss MJ." He laughs quietly and leans against the wall still holding me, so I am standing between his legs, "I have wanted to kiss you since I saw you. But there is something I want to tell you and I am not sure how you are going to take it." I smile "you can tell me I am sure it will not be anything too bad." Tom starts by saying "Ok during the shoot I was too scared to talk to you or be near you so Harrison—" and was caught off by Karen coming over with the money in the hand bloating that she had been able to give Tom the bet money, "Here Tom, this is the $100 from us and $100 from Harrison for kissing the loser." She sneered and walked off laughing evilly. I thought I could laugh it off and be cool like I knew about it but at that moment, I ran out of Tom's arms tears streaming down my face sad that he accepted the money. Although he was going to tell me about it, the action of taking the money hurt me. I hear my name being called and hear footsteps after me. "STOP please I can explain." Tom snaps making me finally stop to see he is not too far from me. "I was there in the room as I heard you make the deal with Harrison there was no shyness in this so please do not lie and act like you were innocent in this." I say with anger and passion. I am tired of waiting for his response so I continue " I purposely kissed Harrison on the cheek to see what you would do but what you did was mean and maybe I had it coming to me but it still did not make me feel better about. I want to know right now do you like me or is this all an act?" Tom finally walks towards me and grabs my hands looking at me for a minute before saying, "I do like you a lot and can see myself falling for you, so please forgive me I did not mean to make you feel upset. I do not regret taking the bet because it would not have brought me to you at this moment. That kiss was everything and more than what I could think of. So, if you would let me take you on a date to show you the real me, I will prove myself for your worthy love." And finishes the speech with a kiss on my cheek. I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes seeing that he talking from his heart, "Yes, I will give you a chance to prove yourself and go on that date." He cheers and pulls me into a hug" I promise not to act like an idiot. Can I please kiss you now?" Tom asks eagerly. I laugh nodding, he leans down and captures my lips in a passionately heated kiss with hands roaming each other appropriately since we are in public. I pull away slightly hearing him moan in annoyance and it was good timing because I see Harrison standing there blushing for catching us, I tease "I think he enjoyed our kiss, I should thank him for sending you my way." I walk over to Harrison seeing him fidget quietly to himself "I am so sorry I did not think when I was making that bet, I am an idiot." "It is okay, I honestly thought you liked me as well." I said while Tom walked over to me wrapping his arm around me from behind and leaned in whispering "Would it be okay if he liked you as well love?" I watch Harrison walk closer to me watching me with seductive eyes and holds my hips as he asks, "Can I kiss you, Love?" I hesitate and look at Tom as to ask permission, he nods and starts to kiss my neck while Harrison holds my hips and leans down kissing me gently. His kiss is different from Tom's it is gentler and loving then hot and needy. As we pull away, I tell them to wait as I grab my stuff from my office and I walk hand and hand with both boys confused but happy how the day ended.

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cagestark · 5 years ago

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How about Peter, having had enough of Tony making fun of his short height (Tom is 1 inch shorter than RDJ), just coming to the Tower in high heels and Tony just short-circuiting

Sorry this took a minute! Thanks so much for the prompt

Peter is 18yo. 5k. Smut below. Ignores most canon. Pretty much all canon. Fuck that canon!

Read here on AO3.

“Everybody scoot together. Come on now, act like you like each other. Please remember the rules, absolutely no bunny ears, no crude gestures, and no gang symbols are to be thrown. Am I using that right? Peter? Thrown? Okay—something isn’t right here.”

There is collective groaning as the original six Avengers—minus Dr. Banner who is on sabbatical halfway around the world, plus Bucky who can be trusted to go anywhere Captain Rogers goes, plus, well, Peter—let go of the breaths they’ve been holding and the smiles they’ve plastered on. At this point, Peter’s lips are wobbling from the strain of holding a pleasant expression. Captain Rogers, in one of his more sentimental moments, had insisted they take more photographs to document their time together before Peter went away to college, but no one had anticipated how difficult it might be.

“Who let the centennial man the camera?” whispers Mr. Stark into his ear. Warm breath fans across the younger man’s neck and Peter shivers, covering the reaction with a huff.

Never one to enjoy a laugh at someone else’s expense, Peter’s conscious demanded he stick up for Captain Rogers—though, the man had already accidentally taken the picture twice. “Come on Mr. Stark, he’s doing the best he can.”

“That’s what frightens me most.”

“Everybody, focus on me please! This would be a lot less painful if everyone could stand still for longer than it takes to blink. Now—wait—Peter I said shortest Avengers in the middle. No wonder we’re lopsided. Switch places with Tony to stand by Natasha, please?”

“With all due respect, I’m not the shortest, Captain,” Peter says helpfully. Because he isn’t. “That’s Mr. Stark.”

“Only one way to solve this,” Clint says, who has already used two previous opportunities to try to avoid taking the photograph altogether. He sprints away, leaping over a loveseat and disappearing down the hall. For a man who could be so stealthy, the sound his boots made on the floor was thunderous.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but I’m taller,” says Mr. Stark. The older man draws himself up to his full height, and standing as close as they are (nearly chest to chest!), a tiny part of Peter wants to melt into a puddle. Except he’s been working on trying to appear more adult to Mr. Stark, which includes not wearing his character pajamas around the Tower anytime he spends the night, not creating edible volcanos out of his mashed potatoes and gravy at communal dinner times (even if Clint does it), and being one entire inch taller than Tony Stark.

So instead of melting, Peter pushes his own chest out until they look like two alpha birds posturing for dominance.

In the background, Natasha mutters: “This is like watching two penguins decide which will stand on the egg for the next month—“

“Miss Romanov, everyone knows that it’s the male Emperor Penguin who stands on the egg—“

“So you’re calling yourself the female penguin in this National Geographic love story scenario?” Mr. Stark asks, grinning. He breaks away and leans against the counter of the marble island. His face is warm, crow’s feet and laugh lines blooming in his mirth, and Peter’s stomach suddenly feels so full of butterflies that he can’t even open his mouth for the fear that they’ll all come fluttering out.

“If anything,” Bucky mutters to Captain Rogers behind them. “Peter’s the egg.”

Clint bursts back into the room. In his hand is a tape measurer, a metal, industrial looking thing more likely to be found on a construction site than in Stark Tower. “Alright gentlemen. Stand up straight, shoes off. We’ll settle this here and now.”

Peter nudges off his shoes, laughing. Mr. Stark does the same with his expensive dress shoes. Beneath the polished leather, he is wearing posh, brightly colored socks—Calvin Klein. Nice. Cute. God, even Mr. Stark’s feet are cute. Peter is so, so fucked.

They measure the older man first, the group crowding around, debating on whether the fluff of hair should be discounted.

“Tony—sixty-nine inches. Nice.”

Mr. Stark wiggles his eyebrows behind his tinted glasses. Peter’s face burns at the implication and all eyes turn to him while Clint runs the tape measurer from his heels up his spine to the crown of his head. Everyone holds their breath. Or maybe that’s just him. “Peter—sixty-eight.”

“What?” Peter cries. Mr. Stark bows, blow kisses while a few other Avengers applaud as if he’s done something extraordinary in that two-and-a-half-centimeters alone. Peter could have sworn he was taller, even just infinitesimally. He frowns, nudging his feet back into his sneakers and not bothering to tie the laces. So what if he’s pouting? The way Mr. Stark ruffles his hair, like Peter is a whole foot shorter and only ten years old, is downright counterproductive to his image!

“Now that that’s settled,” Captain Rogers says. “Can we get everyone in their spots please? Their proper spots.”

Begrudgingly, Peter switches with Mr. Stark to stand beside Natasha, who squeezes his shoulder, conciliatory.

“It’s okay, kid,” Mr. Stark says in his ear again, voice a warm vibration. “You’ve still got years of growing left, no doubt. All I have left to look forward to is growing in reverse. That’s shrinking, by the way.”

“Yeah, thanks Mr. Stark,” mutters Peter.

Captain Rogers calls their attention from behind the camera. “Okay, it’s all set. 8 seconds people! Say cheese—“ before dashing off to his spot at the end of the line.

Everyone makes last moment adjustments as the camera’s automated feature counts down. Peter shoves his hands into his pockets, tries to look happy. And then Mr. Stark’s hand comes up to press against Peter’s lower back as everyone shifts closer together. His breath stutters, feeling the warmth through his clothes, in the flush of his cheeks, and in several other even more embarrassing places.

“Cheese,” Peter breathes.

“You look like a lobster.”

Peter rips the photo out of Ned’s hands, face burning nearly as badly as it was in the photograph. One glance down proves that Ned—while not tactful—is certainly not wrong. Peter looks like he’s suffering from a terrible sunburn. It’s a direct contrast to how Mr. Stark looks next to him, regal, suit immaculate, glasses tinted to hide the squinting of his smiling eyes. He presses the picture in between pages of a textbook on his desk and slams it shut, willing it out of existence.

But not totally out of existence. Because God Mr. Stark looked so good.

“Besides Natasha, I’m the shortest Avenger,” Peter says, slumping into his desk chair. He picks up a sleek, metal ballpoint pen to click anxiously. “How dorky is that?”

“You’re taller than I am,” Ned offers.

“Not taller than me,” MJ mutters, tapping away on her phone.

“I wouldn’t care about any of it except—I don’t know. I always thought I was taller than Mr. Stark.”

“Your height is cute, Peter,” says MJ, as if this is the most banal concern he’s ever expressed. “It’s endearing. You’re like a damsel in distress, so tiny and helpless—“

Peter takes the metal pen between his hands and bends it in half, tossing the pieces at her. “Damsel in distress?”

MJ brushes the pen to the floor, unimpressed. “Stark can do that too.”

“Not with his bare hands!” Ned chimes in. Peter beams at him. Ned is always in his corner—and together, they almost have enough neurons to keep up with MJ’s scathing repertoire. Almost.

Still: “This—none of this is the point, though,” says Peter. “I just need a quick way to grow three inches. Overnight preferably.”

“There are some sketchy surgeries I’ve heard of,” Ned suggests. Peter winces. Thanks, but no thanks.

“Just wear lifts, Peter. Stark does it all the time, how else do you think he comes close to being taller than Pepper Potts?”

Peter frowns. “Lifts?”

“Or heels.”

“Like—shoes for women?”

MJ finally looks up from her phone. Her expression is both disappointed yet unsurprised—bland but scathing, her curls a wild mane around her sharp features. “Shoes are for feet. You have feet. Not to mention, heels are a big turn-on for most men. And the confidence they can give? Wild. You’re missing out.”

“Heels are a turn on when Pepper Potts wears them. Besides, I doubt manufacturer’s even make them in my size—”

“Yeah, because your size nine feet are unheard of,” snarks MJ. She kicks off her stylish flats and nudges them across the room. “Try those. We’re the same size.”

Peter slips his feet into them and—okay. Not bad. They feel like they’re liable to fall off any moment but there are no laces to press into the top of his feet all day until they’re aching. And he has very nice ankles. He’s always thought so.

But what would Mr. Stark think? This whole gap year between graduating high school and going away to MIT was supposed to be spent finally making a definitive move on the man he’s been pining after since he was old enough to pine. So far, his progress has been lackluster. And by lackluster, he means non-existent. What was it that MJ said heels gave her? Confidence?

He could use some of that.

“What’s the verdict, Pete?” Ned asks.

Peter clears his throat. “MJ. Do you, by any chance, own any heels?”

“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,” Peter mutters with every step. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph—”

“They aren’t that bad,” MJ says. She’s smirking, and definitely is angling her phone too far towards Peter for it to be innocuous. If she’s filming or taking pictures, so help him God— “I’m actually a little jealous right now. Who knew your legs were so long, Parker.”

The heels are modest by the standards of MJ’s collection: two-and-a-half-inches, black. There’s a strap that goes around his ankle though it’s hidden by the hem of his skinny jeans, but it’s digging into the bone a little too much to be comfortable. The arches of his feet already ache, and he’s using muscles in his calves and shins that he didn’t even use when slinging webs thirty stories above the city. Not to mention, the heels themselves were so, so pointy.

“Cosmo said that wedges are easier to walk in, we should have picked some of those,” Peter mutters. They’re in Peter’s makeshift bedroom at Stark Tower. He doesn’t use it often, even though he’d certainly like to make use of the bed more than he does now—or Mr. Stark’s bed, if he’s being completely forthright.

“Wedges aren’t as sexy. You look hot,” MJ says. She slaps his ass, laughing when he yelps. “Please make sure you take a mental picture of the look on Stark’s face, okay? He’s going to flip his shit.”

“You think?” Ned asks from where he’s lounging on the bed.

“Yeah—do you really think so?” Peter’s fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, turning this way and that way in the lengthy mirror to see himself from every angle.

“Have I ever been wrong? Go get him, Parker.” She hauls Ned up off the bed. “Text us the details!”

By the time Peter makes it down to the lab, his stomach is in knots. He pauses just outside the elevator to breathe, wondering if he’s going to be sick. The only solace is knowing that Mr. Stark—Tony, for this, for now, let him be Tony—is alone in his lab. Most of the other Avengers don’t even have the clearance to come down to this level.

“Come on, Parker,” he mutters to himself, shifting in the heels. They’re pinching his toes, a little. “You’re Spider-man! Spider-man! You’ve fought actual real-life villains. This is cake. Absolutely cake. Okay. Okay. Let’s go—back upstairs—”

“Peter.” FRIDAY’s voice overhead nearly sends him stumbling to the ground.

“Yes?” He croaks.

“Boss is wondering if you’re going to come in or spend the rest of the evening in the hallway.”

Peter clears his throat. “Let him—tell him I’m coming.”

The lab still takes his breath away—the gleaming glass, the glowing holograms, the glistening metal. This is where magic happens. Tony is in the center of it, sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers, floating diagrams, and two different cups of coffee at various volumes. The older man is no longer in the suit he was wearing this morning for the picture. Instead, he’s wearing a rumpled t-shirt—who the hell the Raconteurs are, Peter has no idea—and blue jeans that fit tight around his thighs. His hair is mussed, and Peter has spent more than one fantasy wondering how it would feel under his fingers.

“Hey, kid,” Tony mutters around a pencil in his mouth. He reaches out to flick at one glowing hologram and it spins away. “What can I do for you?”

“Just came to—uh—see if you had plans—for dinner.”

Peter didn’t think he would make it this far. His palms are sweating, even as he wipes them on his jeans. What the fuck is he doing here? Wearing a pair of high heels? He’s a fool, the biggest, most naïve idiot. After this, he’ll never be able to show his face to Tony or the other Avengers again, he’ll probably have to flee the country, maybe change his name—

“I do now. How’s pizza sound? I just need to finish up some work here and then we can order in. I’m feeling like a homebody tonight.”

Peter’s heart soars. Suddenly he’s flying—forget fleeing the country, he’s going to move into Stark Tower permanently, probably never leave the older man’s side unless it’s to patrol or see his friends and aunt, hopefully become a permanent fixture in Tony’s bed and heart—“I’m pretty sure when you’re rich Mr. Stark, they just call homebodies recluses.”

Tony laughs. “Better than a hermit. Come help me up, kid, my knees are killing me.”

He only makes it one step. He stumbles—his enhanced sense try to save him, but he’s not used to the added height or obstacle of walking on his toes like this. He overcompensates, and then he is biting the dust, sprawled on his ass, tailbone aching as fiercely as his feet.

“Peter—” suddenly the older man’s knees are fine, downright impressive considering the speed with which is rises and crosses the room. Standing over Peter, he casts an impressive shadow, warm eyes washing over him from his hair all the way down to—Tony’s eyes widen. They literally widen, and Peter feels like if he were any less skilled with his poker face, he might have gasped like one of those ladies in the Victorian days, always swooning from scandals. He recovers quickly, reaching down to help him up.

Peter doesn’t need help though—now that he’s taken a spill, it’s like his body has acclimated. He bounces up with surprising grace, wincing at the throbbing in his ass even as it fades.

“Are you okay?” Tony asks carefully.

They are face to face, close enough that he can smell the older man’s body wash—and Peter has to look down, just ever so slightly, to look Tony in the eyes. Tony has an incredible set of eyes—the color of mahogany, framed with perfect dark lashes. They have the same effect on Peter as a knee to the gut might, stealing his breath. Jesus, this much eye contact can’t be healthy. It’s making him hard even, and Peter doesn’t know whether that is a feat or a failure. His throat is dry, so he swallows. “I’m fine. Great! So. Pizza?”

“Kid.”

“Personally, I’m feeling pepperoni.”

“Pete.”

“It’s an American classic.”

“Peter.” Tony clears his throat. He waves a hand towards Peter’s legs. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

“That—is not proper footgear to be in a lab—”

Supporting most of the smaller man’s weight, though Peter is fine Mr. Stark, really! Tony helps him cross the room and settles him onto a rolling chair. Peter’s embarrassment wars with his total dejection; it figures that his last hope at impressing Tony or coming across as anything other than a barely-post-pubescent teenager was a bust. Literally. Tears fill his eyes but he blinks them away.

“Peter—are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Just my pride,” Peter mutters.

Tony snorts softly. He stalks away to stand with a hip cocked against one of the metal tables. There, he takes his time and leisurely looks Peter over again, eyes catching and failing to pull away from the delicate heels on Peter’s feet. He licks his lips, and even as Peter’s breath catches, he explains it away. Chapped lips. Duh. The air down in the lab is very dry—

“So, what’s the deal, kid? Did you lose a bet?”

That just makes it so, so much worse. Peter crosses his legs, trying to shrink in on himself. Tony’s eyes track the movement, center on the flash of the delicate clasp around his ankle. Sniffing wetly, he picks at a loose thread on the side seam of his jeans and smiles weakly. “More like, I got some poor advice.”

“They look—good.”

Tony’s voice—the tone, like he’s trying to say something without saying it—makes Peter look up. If he was worried at all what he looked like, he needn’t be: Tony is staring at his shoes, head tilted like it’s an equation he’s trying to solve, or like he’s a patron at an art gallery looking at a particularly interesting Magritte painting.

“They do?” He asks. Peter isn’t above fishing for compliments, especially from this man, this incredible idol who could probably make Peter’s heart sing (and his dick harden) with half a glance and a kind word. “They don’t look—stupid? On me.”

“I was alive in the 70’s and 80’s kid. Heels were a thing. Hell, Bowie did it—I had the biggest crush on him when I was young.”

Peter perks up. Everyone knows that Tony doesn’t care about gender in his partners, but it’s rare for him to bring it up so casually in conversation like this. Every piece of information he learns about Tony is so fucking endearing, his heart aches in his chest. Quickly, he does the math in his head. “Really? A crush on Bowie? But—well. He was so much. You know. Older.”

Tony turns away. He bends to retrieve the pencil he dropped after Peter’s fall. “Yeah. Well I was seven. Age was just a number.”

“Is just a number.”

Tony hums, scribbling something down before tucking the pencil behind his ear. “It’s—the perspective is a bit different from the other side of thirty, kid. Take my word for it.”

“I’m eighteen,” Peter mutters. “Quit calling me kid.”

“What should I call you? Short stuff?”

This isn’t working, Peter thinks. Nothing will work, because this whole endeavor is just a fool’s errand. Nothing will ever change.

Peter can’t help it—he bursts into tears. Tony doesn’t notice right away, because Peter is a pretty silent crier, elbows planted on his knees, face in his palms, shoulders shaking. The silence must go on too long, because then Tony is crouched in front of him on his haunches, warm fingers wrapping around his wrist to carefully pull them from his face.

“Hey—hey, hey. What’s wrong, Pete? What hurts?”

“This—!” Peter says, tilting his head to wipe his damp cheeks on his shoulder. “You—not taking me seriously!”

“I take you seriously—I take you very seriously.”

“You don’t. You’re always calling me kid, like, like I’m still that little boy from the Stark Expo! And then, you’re one single inch taller which doesn’t matter at all in the scheme of things but I know you, I know you’re just going to use it as another excuse to keep from seeing me for the adult I am, and—”

“Is that what this is about,” Tony asks, wrapping a hand around Peter’s ankle. A thumb drifts under the cuff of his jeans to run along the strap of the heels. It hurts because it feels so good, makes him shiver with longing that he knows won’t ever be quenched. “You want to be taller than me?”

“I want to make out with you,” Peter snarks. “But at this point, yeah, whatever, I guess I’ll settle for being taller—”

“Peter.” Tony is soft and stern when he takes Peter’s chin in his hand. He shifts up onto his knees so that they are closer to the same height, those warm brown eyes drifted from Peter’s own down to his lips and then up again. All Peter’s breath seems to be caught in his lungs, he can’t move, can’t even blink for fear of missing a single moment as Tony leans forward slowly, giving the younger man ample time to turn away.

But Peter doesn’t—because he’s not dumb. Because this is everything he’s wanted for so long that he almost feels like it’s a dream.

Their mouths are open at the first press, heads slanting to slot together like they’ve been doing this for ages. His tongue can’t help but reach out, eager to taste the older man, and the first slide of Tony’s tongue against his own is. God. It’s orgasmic. It’s overwhelming. The rough press of facial hair, the firm grip of Tony’s hand as it slides around to cup the back of his head and bring them closer, Peter’s knees shifting open to create more space for their bodies to come together. He tastes like coffee, black. Tony tilts his head just a little more, coaxes his jaw to open wider so that he can lick into Peter’s mouth, and it’s wet, so sensual, Peter goes from soft to hard so quickly that it hurts, head dizzy.

“God,” Peter breathes into Tony’s mouth. Tony laughs softly but Peter barely gives him the chance, pressing his eager mouth forward, licking Tony’s teeth and sucking the man’s full bottom lip into his mouth until he’s the one groaning and sighing.

Tony pulls away, smiling when an upset, undignified noise comes out of the back of Peter’s throat. One of Tony’s hands—fuck, why are his hands always so hot, like there’s a fire burning right underneath the skin?—drift down and he runs his thumb along the obvious erection in Peter’s jeans until he whines. “You want to be taller, Pete? Well here you are. What next?”

“Didn’t think I’d get this far,” Peter gasps. His hips twitch upwards, desperate for pressure on his aching cock. Tony’s hand comes away instead, moving upwards to thumb at the button on Peter’s jeans.

“I have an idea,” the older man says lowly. He thumbs at the button of Peter’s jeans. “Can I, Pete?” He asks lowly, his knuckles slipping underneath the younger man’s shirt to brush against abs that jump at the contact. “You can say no. I wouldn’t be upset.”

“Have you even been listening?” Peter pants. “Yes, yes. Please Mr. Stark—“

Tony groans at the moniker. His fingers are nimble and practiced as he undoes Peter’s jeans, sliding them down his hips when he shifts up to make room. “We’ve got to break you of that habit. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Peter breathes. He’s so hard it hurts, cock straining obscenely at the front of his boxers, fabric dark and damp with precum. Under the older man’s gaze, he feels like he could combust, burst into flames.

“I’d undress you properly, but I’d really like to keep these on,” Tony says, eyes half lidded as he runs his palm down Peter’s calf to the heels, thumb stroking the exposed top of his foot.

“Whatever you want, just, please—it hurts—“

“What hurts?” Tony sounds mildly alarmed, pulling back.

Peter’s face burns. He palms at his cock. “My—you know—I’m—“

Understanding comes over Tony’s face, concern draining away. “Don’t worry, Pete. I’ll make it better.” And then he is leaning down, nuzzling Peter’s hand aside and putting his mouth over Peter’s clothed cock. Even through the cotton of his boxers, it is the most intense thing he’s ever experienced: the heat, burning him inside out, the pressure, the flash of whiskey eyes that won’t leave his own, always making sure Peter is interested in this, okay with this.

“God, Mr. Stark, yes. Fuck, fuck, that’s so good—so—oh—wait—“

Tony pulls back immediately, but it’s too late: Peter is cumming, balls drawn up tight against the heat of his body and throbbing, cock twitching as he spurts into his boxers. “Noooo,” Peter whispers, reaching down to jerk himself off so as to not ruin the orgasm. It’s still the hardest he’s ever cum, Tony watching on, looking pained himself with one hand between his legs and gripping his own cock. The rasp of flesh on denim is just loud enough to be heard.

“Why’d you stop me?” Tony asks.

Peter is gulping for air. At times like this, he wishes he knew sign language. “I didn’t want—not so soon but then—too late and—“

Tony smiles. “It’s okay Pete. I don’t care how long you last. I wanted you to feel good.”

“It felt so good Mr. Stark—“

Tony groans, laughing a little at the face Peter makes when he pulls his sticky boxers away from his half-hard cock. He shuffles on his knees to grab a cloth from inside a nearby cabinet and watches while Peter cleans himself off, still palming himself. He winks. “I’m glad. Never stop stroking my ego, kid.”

The motion of the older man’s hand between his own legs catches Peter’s eye and he swallows, mouth dry, thinking of doing the same thing Tony did just a moment ago, pressing his mouth to Tony’s clothes cock, feeling it jerk under the denim— “Can I—help you, now? Please?”

Tony’s mirth disappears. He stands, joints creaking, and turns away to adjust himself in his jeans. “I didn’t do that for reciprocation, Peter.”

“You did it because you wanted to?”

“Exactly.”

“Cool. Now I want to.” When he stands (after his legs have stopped shaking), he feels six feet tall. His legs feel endless. At the dark look in Tony’s eyes, he feels elegant, powerful, desirable. Tony lets him back him up against the table, box him in with his arms. This man is so powerful: a superhero, smart enough and strong enough to do anything he sets his mind to. And he’s shivering between Peter’s legs, smiling contentedly like he already has come. Peter isn’t hard again yet, but he can’t remember ever feeling this turned on, this sexual.

Carefully, Peter drops down to his knees. He crosses his ankles behind himself demurely and looks up through his lashes to watch Tony’s throat bob as he swallows. “Can I, Mr. Stark?”

Tony groans, head rolling like his neck isn’t strong enough to support it. He cards his fingers through Peter’s hair. “If you want to. I’m yours.”

Peter hums. Tony’s words feed a dark part of himself that he didn’t know was ever hungry. He feels drunk undoing the older man’s belt, drunk with lust and power. It’s as if he’s possessed by some sultry spirit who despite Peter being a virgin has no qualms leaning forward to mouth at Tony’s clothed erection.

The sharp inhale above him and the subtle tightening of fingers in his hair just sends him higher. Deeper. Tony’s scent is strong here, musky but clean.

“I’ve never done this before,” Peter says lowly, brushing his lips against the hard cock as he speaks.

Tony’s breaths are downright shaky as he laughs. “As long as you don’t bite me, there’s no way you could go wrong. I feel ready to blow my load as it is, fair warning.”

“Not yet,” says Peter, all wide eyes and shiny lips. “I want to play with it first.”

He carefully tugs down Tony’s boxers to take in the sight of his cock. It is flushed dark with arousal, twitching happily under Peter’s gaze. Instinct has him wrapping his fingers around the base where there is a nest of dark curls. Then he laps with the flat of his tongue at the head where there is a glistening wetness. He’s only ever tasted himself before, but Tony is remarkably similar. He takes the head into his mouth to suckle, tonguing at the frenulum to coax out more precum.

“Look at you,” Tony says quietly. They’re words that might usually inspire insecurity, but Peter is too far gone. He’s let the anxious part of himself relax to a safe place in the back of his mind. Here, he knows now, he is safe. There is no embarrassment, just his own arousal and the arousal he’s fanning in the man above him. Tony’s hand leaves Peter’s curls to cup underneath his jaw. When his thumb brushes against the rim of Peter’s lips wrapped around his cockhead, the young man opens his mouth to let the thumb in too, running his tongue over each in turn even as the cock jumps. “On your knees, but you still feel taller than me, Pete. Such a good boy—such an amazing man. Already a better man than I’ll ever be. Jesus, baby, just like that—whatever you want to give me.”

Peter opens his mouth wider. Tony’s thumb slips free even as his cock slips deeper. Peter can’t help it—his eyes slip closed. The skin feels like velvet on his tongue as he laps at it, being careful to keep his teeth away. One hand comes up to cradle Tony’s balls and he feels more than hears the groan it draws from the older man’s chest. He establishes a rhythm, sucking as best as he can around his own whimpers, pulling back sometimes to lap at the head. When the cock approaches the back of his throat, he swallows on instinct and Tony’s hands slip free from his hair to scrabble at the metal counter behind his hips, knuckles white. The whole time, Tony keeps up the litany of filthy praise, and if both his hands weren’t busy, Peter would absolutely be palming his own cock which has returned with a vengeance.

“Almost there, Pete,” Tony warns softly. “You can pull back if you want to.”

He doesn’t want to—thanks for asking. He closes his lips around the cock head while running one hand over the shaft, slick with his spit. The precum increases, the balls in his palm grow tight and Tony tosses his head back as he comes, the noises leaving his mouth making Peter throb and whine even as he works to swallow the hot load of cum that floods his mouth.

When he pulls away, there is the briefest moment of insecurity. But it is smothered between them as Tony gathers him in his arms, tilting his head upwards just slightly to press their mouths together. Surely he must be able to taste himself, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re incredible,” Tony murmurs into Peter’s neck, placing a sweet kiss there. When he pulls back, his eyes are decidedly misty and more vulnerable than the younger man can ever recall seeing them. “All this effort—Peter. I don’t know if I’m worth this.”

“Let me decide,” Peter says. He lifts his chin just barely to place a kiss on Tony’s forehead. “And from now on—if anyone asks—”

Tony snorts softly. “You’re taller?”

“You read my mind.”

“On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Keep the heels.”

#starker #peter wears heels #tony is very susceptible #tony had a crush on david bowie #we all did #no beta or proofreading #im not funny at all

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The Losers’ Club | Tom Holland

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pairing - Tom x reader word count - 1,796 warnings - oral (f receiving) A/N - for the anon who requested this! I hope it’s what you were looking for. I slid the smut in because I was feeling it *shrugs shoulders*

summary - After fearing your career wouldn’t progress due to your fame in the MCU, you were thrilled to get your new role. Everyone was proud of you... some more than others.

When you were first offered a role in the next Avengers film, you were pretty hesitant. Like many actors who had rejected parts in the past, you were afraid your future roles would be limited due to your participation in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. You didn’t want to be type casted, and you didn’t want to forever be known only as Black Cat. However, when Robert Downey Jr himself called you, he sufficiently convinced you to take the role. With time, you fell in love with the hero you played and her alter ego, Felicia Hardy. Not to mention, you got to play the love interest of Peter Parker.

Along the way of faking feelings for Peter, you developed real feelings for Tom. You couldn’t help it. He was kind, charming, funny, and super handsome. It wasn’t hard to fall in love. The only thing that worried you was the age difference. When Tom turned 23, you were still only 18. To you, the five years was nothing. You were mature, responsible, and -most importantly- legal. You were worried though that Tom would see it differently. Hell, you couldn’t even have a legal drink in the US. To him, you were certain you were still just a child.

One day, you were proved wrong. After filming the last shot of your first Avengers film, Tom pulled you aside and asked you out on a date. You hid your astonishment as best as you could and accepted. Things went well, and your relationship bloomed from there.

If you had one thing to be thankful for when it came to your role in the MCU, it was your relationship with Tom.

Still, you worried from time to time about your future in Hollywood. Since you had gotten the role of Black Cat, you hadn’t received any other offers. Granted, you were only 18 and had a long career ahead of you, you were getting nervous. What if you just weren’t a good actress? What if that was why you weren’t getting any roles?

Thankfully, your luck quickly changed.

Though you were 18, you looked young enough to play Beverly Marsh in the remake of It. When you went to the audition, you didn’t get your hopes up. You had learned that going into an audition assuming it would go poorly made the eventual rejection hurt a lot less.

A few weeks after your audition, you started to forget about the role altogether. Tom knew you didn’t want to talk about it, so he distracted you with lovely dates and cuddly days in. You were currently spending a day at his apartment. You were dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and one of Tom’s t-shirts, and you were both cuddled under the covers on Tom’s bed with Tessa. Per your request, you were watching A Quiet Place. It was one of your favorite movies. It was a perfect balance between scary and almost heartwarming.

During the scene where Emily Blunt’s character was hiding in the basement after stepping on a nail (which always made you cringe), your phone started ringing. You and Tom both jumped as the sound rattled the silence from the movie. “Jesus Christ,” you said with a laugh. Tom chuckled and paused the movie so you could answer the call. “Hello?” When the person on the other end introduced themselves as the casting director for It, you held up a finger to Tom and left the room so you could take the call in private.

Before you knew it, you were in the Loser’s Club. You were ecstatic. Playing a kid terrorized by a crazy clown monster was going to be a lot different than playing a superhero dressed in a black leather suit. You were up for the challenge.

After thanking the casting director a million times, you hung up the phone and did a happy dance in the kitchen. You quickly composed yourself and made your way back to Tom’s room. He was scrolling absentmindedly through Instagram but looked up as soon as you walked in. “Who was that?” he asked, locking his phone and opening his arms for you to cuddle again. You smiled widely and jumped into his arms. (Tessa had left the room, so you didn’t worry about accidentally landing on her.) “Whoa,” he laughed in astonishment. “What’s going on, love?”

“I got the part!” you cheered. “I got Beverly! I’m gonna be Beverly!”

“No way!” Tom said, a wide smile on his face. He sat up slightly and pulled you onto his lap. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I can’t believe it!” you said with a giggle. “I’m gonna be in the Loser’s Club! It was like, the first scary movie I ever watched. I can’t believe it.”

“Well, I always knew you were going to get it,” he said with a shrug. “My talented baby girl.”

You blushed and leaned in to kiss Tom. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush to his body. “So,” Tom muttered in between kisses. “How should I congratulate you?” You bit your lip and rocked your hips against Tom’s. “I just want to show you how proud I am,” Tom said softly. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, your shirt raising slightly. “Because I’m so proud of you.” You whimpered as he placed soft kisses across your neck. “Tell me what you want,” he cooed. “Want me to fuck you? Touch you? Whatever you want.”

“Mm,” you hummed, feeling his tongue lick your neck. “Your, your mouth. I want your mouth.” You felt Tom grin against your skin before he pulled away and nodded.

Tom turned you around so you were laying on your back. He ran his hands down your body, pushing your shirt up but not taking it off. “Love when you wear my clothes,” Tom said. He brought the shirt over your breasts and sucked on your nipple. You breathed in shakily and knotted your fingers in Tom’s hair. You couldn’t help it. You pushed his head down your body, making him laugh. “Not in the mood for teasing, huh love?” he cooed. “Just want to celebrate?”

“Mm,” you hummed, not being able to form any coherent words.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

Tom hooked his thumbs in your shorts and underwear and pulled them both down together. Tom kissed up your thighs slowly and spread your folds with his fingers. He just stared at you, smirking at how much you were already dripping. You could feel his breath on you, but he didn’t put his lips where you needed him. You lifted your hips up desperately, letting Tom know what you wanted. “Please,” you whined. “Quit teasing. This is my reward, not a punishment.” Tom looked up at you through his eyelashes and smirked.

“If you keep complaining, I might have to make it a punishment,” he warned. “This may be a celebration, but I’m still in charge here.”

“Sorry,” you whispered with a nod. “I’ll listen. Just-” You cut yourself off with a heavy sigh. “-please do something.”

Luckily, Tom didn’t waste much more time. He pressed a kiss to your clit before sucking it between his lips. You arched your back, but Tom brought his arm across your waist to hold you down. He flattened his tongue against you, giving you one long lick before flicking your clit. He did that a few times, licking from the back of your cunt all the way to your clit. His movements were slow and careful, and you relished in the feeling. He buried his face in between your legs, putting his mouth around your opening and licking it mercilessly. Every time his nose brushed against your clit, your body jolted. He focused now on your clit, sucking it and rolling it around with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, he eased a finger into you, pumping it in and out slowly.

“P-Please,” you stuttered. “A-Another finger.” Tom grinned against you and obliged, pushing another finger into your opening. He continued to pay careful attention to your clit, careful not to overstimulate you. You were right. This was no punishment. This was all about celebrating your latest career victory.

“I can feel you’re close,” Tom cooed, keeping the pump of his fingers steady. “Cum for me, baby girl. Show me what a good girl you are.”

Your thighs squeezed around his head, arching your back as you came around his fingers. Tom coaxed you through it, keeping his lips around your clit. Your breathing finally slowed back to its normal pace, and Tom trailed his lips back up your body. His smile was lazy as he kissed you gently. “‘M so proud of you,” he muttered, kissing your cheek, down your jaw, and back to your lips. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Thanks,” you said softly. Tom crawled back into bed beside you, putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You reached for your phone and unlocked it, seeing you had a text from your manager:

Congrats on the part! Feel free to post about it on your social media! Warner Bros already announced it.

“Lelia said I can post about it,” you told Tom. Tom watched as you figured out how to make the announcement. You eventually opened up Instagram and decided to post a picture:

Pennywise better watch the FUCK out! Beverly Marsh isn’t here to mess around. Catch me in Andrés Muschietti’s “It” remake coming out next year!

Love flooded in your comments section within minutes. You smiled at the support coming in from your Marvel costars.

@chrishemsworth: I always knew there was talent in you somewhere!

@prattprattpratt: Nice job! So proud!

@elizabetholsenofficial: That’s my best friend everyone! I knew you’d get it

@renner4real: Way to go kid!

@letitiawright: YES

@gwynethpaltrow: I did not want to see this picture on my feed! (proud of you)

@lexi_rabe: So scary! I might try to watch it for you ❤️

@doncheadle: That’s my girl! You’re killing it!

@imsebastianstan: Nothing but respect for my strongest avenger

@robertdowneyjr: Feels like just yesterday I was making you join the MCU. You’ve joined the big leagues now kid! I knew Black Cat was just the beginning for you. Prouder than words can describe!

You had no regrets about joining the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Sure, the endless photoshoots, complete lack of privacy, and spotlight shining on you constantly was a lot to handle, but you had made a lot of new friends. They were your cheerleaders and your number one fans.

Yes, Tom was one thing to be thankful for when it came to your role in the MCU, but the others were a nice plus, too.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #smut #marvel #request

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praphit · 5 years ago

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SM3: Nice Jerks are the Worst

I don't know about y'all, but I had big plans for 2020. Now, maybe those big plans will still happen, Idk. But, this was supposed to be our year! - that's what people say, right?? This was the year that you were going to go on that vacation. You were going to drop that dead beat spouse, leave that spouse with the kids, and run off to Mexico, right??!. You were going to start that business. Gain that weight. Come out of the closet. Finally tat that left butt cheek. You were going to stop doing hardcore drugs. Maybe this was going to be your year to start doing hardcore drugs. I'm not here to judge, only to ramble.

But, 2020 quickly turned to shit. Now, we're all looking for someone to blame. Someone has to pay for our horrible haircuts or hairiness, our newfound hatred for our families, and for plenty of much more serious stuff.

I, personally, like to turn to movies for lessons about life. And I think I have the perfect movie to help us figure out who to blame - you guessed it "Spider-Man 3"

This first attempt at a motion picture SM was doing so well. We loved Spidey (though some didn't care for Tobey Maguire, playing him).

Spidey and Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst) are adorable. Then, this thing showed up and everything turned to shit (not unlike Covid-19).

Let's look into what went wrong, and who is to blame.

First, let me say that I really liked the action in this movie. There are three villains in this movie: Venom (played by Topher Grace), that thing you see above.

Green Goblin (played by James Franco), who is... a green goblin.

And Sandman (played by Tommy Church), who has a body that is now kinda made of sand - which seems silly if you pick it a part... though so does a man with the powers of a spider.

There was lots of action, and it was all shot well. There is one action scene where there is NO ONE around... I mean NO ONE. It's frickin NY. Peter Parker (not dressed as Spider-Man) and Green Goblin are causing all kinds of damage and making a lot of noise, and not ONE new yorker has anything to say about it? Unless you're a healthcare worker, I bet new yorkers are still cursing at each other from their homes. This was glaring, but Imma let it slide, cuz the action was good.

That's about all of the good I have to report:)

Quick plot recap:

1) MJ and Petey are on the rocks 2) James Franco is an asshole, trying to destroy Peter for killing his father (which he didn't) 3) Venom is trying to kill Spidey (what else is new??) 4) Venom, at one point, infects Peter Parker, to become "Black Spidey" - this, of course, is also when the people of the city started to hate him.

5) Oh, and Peter, mm! He's the worst. I've got something for him later.

There are two major reasons why people talk shit about this movie.

1st - Casting/Characters

Nobody is likeable in this movie

From the very first scene, MJ is singing to us, annnnd it's sooooo boring. I don't think it was supposed to be. Someone in the audience should have been booing. We can’t just allow entertainers to get comfortable, thinking that they can do whatever the hell that they want! - that’s how you end up with stuff like this

It was like, if Snow White were to perform a number for a large crowd.

Just Snow White - I ain't talking about no cute animals around or the suspense of menacing dwarves that might turn on Snow White at any moment. Not even a prince who might be gay (that’s the word on the streets). Just a long movie filled with songs from Snow White; that's what we're talking about. First, MJ bores me, then she's pathetically whining throughout the whole movie.

Sandman is cool (despite his love for striped shirts), but we don't really get to know him.

Side note: He gets his powers by accidentally getting trapped in a science experiment. The scientists, btw, ( And Lord knows what they were up to) knew that something could have been trapped in there, assumed it was a bird, and kept on going. See, this is why certain people don't trust y'all.

James Franco is James Franco (an asshole). Not worth a pic.

Venom doesn't really have a personality (and his host... well, he ain't no Tom Hardy)

PLUS, Peter Parker is a dick (again, we'll get to that later).

The most likeable person in this film is JJ Jameson, and we're not really supposed to like him.

A person with that look shouldn’t be your most likeable character.

Look at this stage -

Who is likeable up here? Fauci, maybe? But, betting by the amount of times that he puts his hands to his face,

- there are things he's not allowing himself to say, so though perhaps likeable, if we can fully trust him. And as far as Trump... Even Trump supporters can't HONESTLY say that they LIKE the man (I mean, if he weren't the prez, would you honestly want him around? - your family?). They certainly can't say that they trust him - though I guess the amount of people looking into ingesting cleaning products after Trump mentioned something along those lines, would beg to differ.

This is the group we're looking to for direction?!

And this is also a problem in the movie. I have to be able to like SOMEBODY!

I need to be able to trust someone to stop the cheesy-written shit storm that is this movie.

"Cheesy Shit Storm" - how bout that for a visual? :)

2nd - dance numbers!

I actually didn't mind the first one, when Peter is dancing through the streets.

Ha! Wow, he is going for it. Come get it while it’ s hot, ladies!

It's odd, but it's supposed to be. It's supposed to be funny, and it kinda is. You ever dance a lil bit while you're out at a store? I know I do; especially now that we're wearing pandemic masks - no one knows who I am. NBD to dance a bit in public, but if you keep going passed a certain point, it just becomes annoying.

That's why the second dance number is bad. Plus, it doesn't make any sense.

At this point MJ and Peter have broken up. She's singing in a bar, and Peter interrupts her song with a dance number (while using his new girlfriend to poke at MJ). Now, While MJ’s songs of boredom deserve interruption, she didn’t deserve that.

Venom is like a drug. Venom brings out the worst in a person. You're telling me that Peter Parker, with all of the rage built up from Uncle Ben and villains and his life not being all that great; the best or I should say "the worst" that he can do is Jazz hands? With all of his superpowers, he should be out there slaughtering everyone in sight. I mean, he did slap the shit out of MJ though (by "accident"). That's when he snapped out of the evil dance number. I don't know what kind of message that sends.

"MJ, it wasn't until I slapped the holy hell out of you that I realized the error of my ways, so... thank you? I'm just going to go on about my day now."

I see this misguided scene as a metaphor. Peter Parker is dancing around his issues:

His relationship with MJ has been bad. He's on that stuff (Venom). And honestly, MJ knows that he's Spider-Man. Why couldn't he have just explained to her what was happening?

"Sorry, baby. I got possessed by an alien again, you know how it is."

And he was dealing with the fact that the person who killed his uncle is on the loose. Another side note: MJ, even though they had just broken up, still cares for Peter while he's dealing with the news about Uncle Ben's killer. That's a damned good friend right there! - especially the way Peter had been acting towards her.

We've got to deal with stuff, people! We can't just get bad haircuts, wear weird clothes, and do drugs! Eventually, that will lead us to slapping the shit out of someone that we love. There are a lot of realities that we're prob not facing at the moment (and some we prob have no intentions of ever facing). A lot of things that we could have done to prevent certain things from escalating, but... we were busy doing our typical dance.

Peter was warned about Venom and did nothing about it. He told himself, "I got this", and clearly he didn't. Honestly, the whole city was screwing up by not helping Spider-Man at all. At the end, when the big fight is happening, and MJ is near death, everybody is just watching all of this go down. Where were the cops?! The S.W.A.T?! Other superheroes? New Yorkers themselves! - they're bold! But, to be fair, Venom came from outer space, so... it was a bit unprecedented; people were prob scared. I'll cut them and Spidey some slack.

You know who I won't cut any slack - Tobey Maguire's Peter Parker!

Peter Parker is a jerk. I'm thinking that Tobey's Peter Parker has always been a jerk; a nice jerk, but a jerk. Have you ever met a nice jerk? They do all of the things that a regualr jerk does, but they'll rationalize their behavior, and look puzzled when you react to their awfulness. I didn't notice this in the 1st movie, cuz I was just happy to get Spider-Man. I didn't notice in the 2nd movie, cuz those kids were just too darn cute. But, his niceness was so annoying in this movie. And he treated MJ horribly : He never listens to her, he’s always late, he only talks about himself, he’s too damned nice, he never knows when they’re in a fight, he kisses other women right in front of her and then is like “What did I do?”

I kept wanting her to punch Peter out; he would have deserved it.

The foundation of the character of the 1st Spider-Man was a problem from the start! If the foundation is shaky, then - whew! I'm glad that we finally fixed it:)

Plus, he never said he was sorry. He did one of those "Well, I'm not perfect." things. She ain't asking for perfection, just quit being a jerk!

A better movie would have been if MJ had been infected by Venom. For starters, she would have given a better performance, in the beginning. Something more like this -

She would have banged Peter's friends. She would have destroyed her critics. And most importantly, she wouldn't have taken any shit from Peter. That could have been the main plot. Instead of a convultued blend of three villains around the nice jerkiness of Peter, it would have been Spider-Man vs MJ - beatening each other up all throughout the city; though I guess that would be considered domestic violence. But, why dance around real issues out there!

It could have been a family-friendly movie about drug abuse (Venom) and domestic violence... and possibly some make-up sex in the middle of the city. But, after that, one of them, if not both, are going to jail! We gotta deal with the problems, people!

Grade: an entertaining D+

I did enjoy it. It wasn't as bad as I remember it, and I'd prob watch it again. But, I can't deny that on a technical level, it's crap.

"Who’s to blame?" isn't really the question. It's more "Who deserves what percentage of the blame?" There's a lot of blame to go around here... even to us who enabled Peter's jerkiness in the first two movies.

I like the direction that we're going in now.

A better Spidey A better MJ Better villains

And even a better Aunt May

- looking all good with Tony Stark.

- imagine Tony aggressively flirting with the older one

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I really love your take on a Darker Draco. I was wondering, do you think a Dark!Harry/Death Eater Harry could've happened?

Okay, the only way I can see this happening is if during Year 5, instead of a Dementor attack, Harry accidentally killed the Dursleys in a fit of rage that unleashed powerful magic.

The Ministry has absolutely no choice but to put Harry on trial. Dumbledore tries to defend Harry, but ultimately fail to save Harry. Dumbledore leaves him without saying goodbye and that leads to resentment and anger. Harry Potter is put into Azkaban. However, Voldemort sees an opportunity. He orders Lucius to Imperio Fudge to free Harry. Lucius is ordered to bring Harry before Voldemort. Voldemort sees potential in Harry and decides “why be enemies when we could be equals?” And sways Harry to his side. “your friends have abandoned you, Dumbledore has abandoned you. The Ministry and the Wizarding World thinks you are a murderer and your godfather has forsaken you. Join me Harry Potter, not as a Death Eater, but as an equal Dark Lord.”

Harry accepts under one condition. “Let me kill Wormtail, he sold my parents out, if it were not for him they would still be alive and I never would’ve killed the Dursleys.” and asks to spare his friends and they will prove to be powerful Death Eaters.

“That can be arranged Harry, but the Dursleys were only muggles, nothing to cry about.”

Harry will retort. “You wanna know the truth? I might have lost control, but you know what? I enjoyed it. They treated me like garbage and abused me my whole childhood and held the truth from me and I was forced to go to an abusive household every year and I am glad they are dead.” Voldemort will smile and promises to teach him everything he knows, but first, revenge.

“Wormtail, get over here!” “My lord?” “Harry, you know what to do, my dear boy.” Harry filled with rage and disgust will shout “CRUCIO!” Peter writhes in agony and wishes for it to end, he is begging for his life “DID MY PARENTS BEG BEFORE YOU SOLD THEM OUT? THEY LOVED YOU AND YOU SOLD THEM OUT!” Harry will finally shout “AVADA KEDAVRA!” Voldemort will finally say “you have done well Harry, we have just begun.” Throughout the summer Harry would learn the dark arts from Voldemort himself.

Harry would convince him of turning his friends to his side, but he has his reservations about his Muggle Born friend. And Harry convinces him “Muggleborns can be powerful Witches and Wizards, all that needs to happen is to convince them to renounce their Muggle heritage and embrace our way of thinking.” This convinces Voldemort so long as they can be convinced.

To keep up appearances, Harry would be sent to live with The Malfoys, Lucius keeps face by saying it would be a means to keep an eye on him. This would give Harry and Draco a chance to start anew and become friends. Lucius encourages Harry to be his own dark lord and destroy the dark lord because Lucius wants his family to live. Harry will admit “what do you think this is Lucius? Did you think I would ever forgive him for killing my parents? I will learn everything there is from the dark lord and when I learn and master everything from him and when I learn all of his secrets and how to destroy him, I will kill him and become the dark lord.” Lucius and Draco are amused, but fearful.

Harry would be sent back to Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron apologize for being distant towards him, Dumbledore would not allow it. Harry is angry on the inside towards Dumbledore, but knows his friends still love him. However, instead of Umbridge being sent as the DADA Professor, it is Lucius Malfoy.

Harry’s goal would be to convince his friends to join him and embrace the dark arts. Harry wants to overthrow the Ministry for their corruption and the treatment of Muggleborns and wants to overthrow Voldemort and take his place as dark lord and better the wizarding world. Harry is genuine. Mostly everyone joins him. Neville isn’t too sure because of what happened to his parents. Harry promises him. “Neville, when the time is right, you will have your chance and you will avenge your parents” this puts Neville at ease.

Dumbledore’s Army, has become Harry’s army. Harry’s Death Eaters have become The Order Of The Thestral. They all take Harry’s dark mark, it would not be the Death Eater symbol, but Harry’s own symbol. A Thestral devouring the Snake. Harry teaches everyone. Ron would become Harry’s loyal dark knight. Hermione becomes Harry’s Dark Lady. Ginny wants to make Riddle beg and die slowly. No one would ever dare call Luna Lunny ever again and live to tell about it. Neville will break Bellatrix and kill her as she begs for her pathetic wicked life and Draco would destroy all those who dare harm his family.

Harry who was abandoned by everyone who thought loved and trusted him, he fully intends to make them all pay. Sirius will pay for abandoning him. The Ministry will fall. Dumbledore will die and Voldemort will die for what he’s done and Harry and his friends will better the Wizarding World.

The purebloods learn not to badmouth the halfbloods, not to bully the muggleborns, because Hermione knows forbidden magic, Hermione knows the untraceable poisons and the painful curses-and Hermione knows how to avoid being caught. Hermione is wicked and merciless.

Ron becomes a dangerous and calculated chess player who manipulates people like he moves chess pieces, fiercely loyal to Harry and his family

Ginny is determined to make the Ministry pay for not finding and killing Riddle when they had the chance. She fully intends to make the dark lord pay for what he did to her.

Luna is the deadliest of them all. Never underestimate the quiet and weird one. The quiet one that everyone laughed and bullied. Never again. A friend to the creatures of the Forbidden Forrest, tamed them all and they are all at her call and binded to her will. Nothing is ever traced back to her. She is highly calculative and it’s all fun and games to her. She leaves people isolated and shattered in less than a week. Imperio is there for her when all else fails and her enemies would never know the mercy of death by someone else’s hand.

Neville has excelled at magic since getting his own wand, but dark magic has proven to be what he’s best at. Neville will do to Bellatrix, what she did to her parents and finally kill her.

Harry must play his part, they must act as if they are stealing the prophecy from Voldemort and Lucius must steal it for Voldemort, but it’s all part of the plan. Lucius plans to take the fall for Harry and Draco agreed to it. When Sirius comes, he sees his godson. Sirius is alone, he is there to bring Harry back to the light and save Harry Potter. But Harry is having none of it. Harry is livid. Where were you when I needed you most. You abandoned me. Sirius will say Dumbledore refused to allow Sirius to see Harry after what he did. Enraged, Harry screams “AVADA KEDAVRA” Sirius Black is dead.

Harry is smart and puts the blame on Lucius and Bellatrix.

Dumbledore sees Harry as innocent. Dumbledore wants to help him, Year 6 goes as per normal, but everyone in Harry’s circle plans to kill Dumbledore. Harry is tasked by Voldemort to killing Dumbledore. He has full intentions to doing so and has been waiting to kill Dumbledore ever since he abandoned him.

Upon learning what the Horcruxes are, The Order Of The Thestral plans to hunt all the horcruxes in secret

Something changes though. Snape. Because of Snape’s love for Lily, Snape has become more loyal to Harry and he told him everything. Harry wants to kill Dumbledore even more. On the tower, Dumbledore believes it is Draco who will kill him, but...Harry never leaves the tower.

“Harry?” “Did you ever think I would ever forgive you for abandoning me? Keeping my friends away from me? Turning the only family I had left away from me? Making me live in an abusive household for 15 years? I wanted to kill you for all that, but Snape told me the truth. I was nothing to you but a weapon. You used me all my life. Goodbye, Dumbledore. AVADA KEDAVRA!” Dumbledore dies. Snape is willing to take the fall. All for Lily.

Throughout Year 7, the Horcrux hunt is on. . They have found them all. They are all brought before the Chamber of Secrets. Ron has the locket. Hermione has the cup. Luna has the diadem. The all use the Basilisk fangs on them all. Leaving Harry and Nagini. Harry plans on sacrificing himself and returning. Nagini will be exposed and that is when Neville will strike and when Neville.

Once Nagini is killed, Harry will rise, the Death Eaters and everyone at Hogwarts is shocked and in disbelief. Harry has become the master of Death and the new Dark Lord. Voldemort furiously tries to kill Harry, but Harry mocks Voldemort. Calling him pathetic for sacrificing his soul for immortality, how pathetic. “Poor, pathetic and weak Tom, too afraid to die, always trying to extend life. You are not the dark lord anymore and now you will die”

Harry Potter, The Dark Lord and The Master Of Death. The Ministry has been overthrown and Voldemort lies dead. All who have abandoned and mistreated him lie dead and together with his friends, the Wizarding World is better because of it.

#Dark!Harry #Dark!Harry Potter #Harry James Potter #Dark Harry #Harry Potter #Dark!Hermione #Dark!Ron #Dark!Luna #Dark!Neville #Anon #Asks

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