#but peter is competent

[me-myself-and-eyes]

I need some good fics with peter being treated like an equal by team red and the avengers (namely tony) coming to terms with the fact that Peter can hold his own

[stealingyourbones]

Peter Parker dimension travels to Metropolis. Not MCU Peter, but 616 late 20s Peter Parker who can forge his identity and works for Lex Corp, initially not realizing it’s a bad company, but when he does he continues working for them to slowly yet surely make plans to expose and dismantle the company.

[recluserat]

Peter and Stiles would be like THE power couple of the supernatural world. Like come on, an extremely smart (possibly magic) researcher who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty + ruthless enforcer who will do anything to protect pack.... like yall see the vision right???

[khaoala]

i've trusted you long enough and it didn't seem to do me any good.

PETER TUINSTRA as CAPTAIN CHRIST episodes 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 11 and 12 of THE HEART KILLERS

[jordiestardust]

james potter has a criminally high block blast score and peter genuinely detests him for it.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

Can Miles not have shit? Not Peter also being bitten by a radioactive spider from an alternate universe in this new Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man show, like🙄😑.

[always-a-king-or-queen]

something I really love about the Narnia movies is that all of the posters and film covers portray the Pevensies as incredibly serious and moody

when in reality they're four sarcastic beans who most of the time are arguing about silly things and who probably relish pranking each other a little too much

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Non-compete

Chapter 2

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite!

Summary: Your super genius younger sister is offered a chance of a lifetime to work for either Oscorp or Stark industries straight out of high school. Her choices leave you stuck in an unrequited love triangle.

Warning: Slow Burn, Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead.

Peter Parker x Reader, (not in this chapter Norman Osborn x Reader,)

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You stand outside your sister’s closed door, the hallway quiet except for the faint ticking of a wall clock. You should be getting ready for work by now, but something about the heavy silence from her room keeps you planted here.

“Sparks…” You knock lightly, keeping your voice low. Nothing. She’s been holed up in there since the interview—another day of avoidance, of heavy quiet. If it weren’t for the food disappearing from the fridge, you’d be more concerned. You lean in closer, resting your hand against the door. “Please, just open up. I’ll bring home that cake you like from work if you let me in.”

The silence stretches until, finally, you hear the faint shuffle of movement inside. A mix of relief and tension settles in your chest as you wait. You have no idea what mood she’ll be in when she opens the door.

When it does crack open, she’s standing there, eyes red-rimmed and puffy. The sight pulls at something deep in you, but you keep your voice steady. “You didn’t hear back yet, did you? Don’t worry, that’s just how these things go sometimes.”

Her eyes narrow, and her voice sharpens. “I didn’t apply for some dead-end job at a grocery store. He came to me, remember?” Her words feel heavier than they should, like each one is designed to cut.

You inhale slowly, absorbing the sting. She’s said things like this before, made you feel small in ways she probably doesn’t even notice.

“I know Spar—"

“Do you?” she interrupts, her voice edged with frustration. She crosses her arms, her annoyance palpable. “Do you even know who that was?”

You shake your head slightly, bracing for the answer.

“Norman Osborn, Mr. Oscorp himself, as in the founder.," she emphasizes. "The man' whose 's name is on the building,” she snaps, almost daring you to understand.

You open your mouth to speak, but a soft knock from down the hall interrupts your thought.

“Did you hear that?” you ask finally.

“It’s probably someone for dad. Forget about it.”

Maybe she’s right. But your curiosity lingers. “I should get ready for work,” you say, glancing back at her. “I’ll text you later. Just… don’t ignore me, alright? I’ll bring you that cake, and Dino nuggets too.”

She doesn’t respond, just turns away and shuts the door behind her. The sound of it echoes faintly as you make your way down the stairs.

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The knock comes softly at first, but the sound echoes through the quiet house, pulling you from your thoughts. No one visits anymore. Your friends? They’ve drifted away, consumed by their own lives, their own problems. You hope it isn’t your father again—you don’t have the energy for another conversation about changing the locks. Love for him only stretches so far when there’s no money left to stretch.

You rest your hand on the doorframe, peering through the glass. A boy stands on the porch—young, maybe Emily’s age—shifting nervously, his hands deep in his pockets. His unease is obvious, as if he's not sure this is the right place.

"Uh, hello? Is Emily home?" His voice is thin, unsure. The question takes you off guard. No one ever came for Emily. She was solitary, always detached from the world around her. Friends were for other people. Not her.

A flicker of curiosity rises. Has she made a friend? Or… something more? No. That’s not Emily. She tells you everything—or so you believed.

“She didn’t mention having anyone over,” you reply, a hint of suspicion in your voice as you push the door open wider. You can’t help but wonder how this boy knows her.

“You must be Emily’s mother.” He guesses to your horror.

The statement hits you like a cold splash of water, and you blink at him, taken aback. Mother? Have you aged that much? The grays, yes, they’ve crept in early, but surely you’ve kept them at bay with the dye.

“Her sister,” you correct, deflated. “Come in.”

His face turns a shade of red, and he stumbles over an apology. “Oh—sorry, I didn’t mean—I mean, you’re beautiful, not to say your mother isn’t—”

A small laugh escapes you despite yourself. It’s sweet, the way he flounders. “It’s alright. Our mom passed away. I’ve just taken on the role since then.” You catch the brief flash of discomfort in his expression as you step aside to let him in. “Would you like something? Water, maybe? Juice?”

You notice it out of the corner of your eye as you close the door—a sleek black sports car parked just outside. You pause for a moment, a small crease forming between your brows. That can’t be his. Someone’s lost, surely. It doesn’t belong here.

“No, thank you… ma’am,” he blurts, his voice cracking slightly as his eyes widen, realizing the slip. “Oh no—I didn’t mean to say that! I mean, not ma’am—sorry!”

You wave it off with a slight smile. “It’s fine. Really.”

His gaze shifts, landing on the scorched wall of the hallway, the burn marks visible even from where he stands. He hesitates before asking, “What happened here?”

You follow his gaze and sigh, embarrassment tugging at your chest. The charred section of wall—remnants of Emily’s endless ‘experiments.’ You’d meant to have it repaired, but life kept getting in the way.

“An electrical fire… sort of,” you mutter, a sheepish laugh slipping through. “Emily thought she could rig up some free electricity. She's always tinkering with things. I told her if she didn't want to live on the streets, she'd leave the car alone.”

He chuckles softly, his eyes still wandering through the room, though you can’t help but feel the weight of your untidy kitchen creeping into your thoughts. Emily never did the dishes, and the trash�� well, that was still waiting to be taken out.

You clear your throat and call down the hallway, “Emily!” The shout is louder than you intended, startling him. But of course, she doesn’t answer. She never does.

“I’ll go get her,” you say quickly, stepping back toward the hallway. “Oh, wait—what’s your name again?”

“Peter. Peter Parker.”

[nando161mando]

"Don't compete!" (EN: English)

[enbysiriusblack]

i do like regulus and enjoy various ships and friendships with him in. but pls. he is not a marauder. pls don't replace peter with him. i mean i think i liked it more when people just left him out rather than replacing him with regulus. like sure, you can make him friends with them if you really want, but don't just blur peter out and slot regulus in there. peter deserves better <3 like sure peter did dumb shit he shouldn't have but so did regulus alright? and peter is actually a marauder, not regulus. sirius, james, and remus are actually making grabby hands to peter because they want him back and regulus has left them to go read about true crime. like,, honestly cannot imagine regulus even playing a prank. he'd hate that kinda stuff. whilst peter lives for it,, cause he's literally a marauder. y'know at this point i'm just gonna shove peter and regulus together and make them snog and make up.

[nadiajustbe]

HMC AU in which everything is the same but the King hires Sophie instead of Howl.

[ferlost]

All-Star lineup of the next generation of major league athletes from the Sudrian division!

[petit-papillion]

“Well, [Charles] needs to be in a Red Bull RB19 with Adrian Newey fussing around him all day. Short of that, it’s not going to be easy. If he’s at Ferrari, I don’t know what he needs, but he needs a car as quick as a Red Bull and no politics. [It’s] impossible. He’s not gonna achieve Max’s level, in my opinion, because he’s got too much other stuff going on in his brain to focus on being as good as Max is right now.”

“I think he’s quite a hard guy. I remember watching him at Monza in Formula 2, in his last year when he was with Prema. A good team doing a lot of winning, but he wasn’t very good in qualifying – I remember I chatted to him afterwards and said, 'It’s surprising you’re not quick here, Charles.' And he said, ‘I just didn’t drive very well. I just wasn’t very good. I wasn’t very good on the braking at the Parabolica, never really very good into the first Lesmo’. I thought, ‘Wow, this guy is unbelievably self-critical – this guy’s bound to become World Champion!’

“You could say maybe he’s a bit too self-critical. Maybe, but I’ve always felt self-criticism is an incredibly powerful tool of how to improve and, generally, I think I’m right. Maybe Charles is a little bit too self-critical. But I don’t think it’s hurt him really. I think it’s more just being an intelligent guy at Ferrari – I think it’s a difficult thing to be – intelligent, and at Ferrari – unless it’s your Ferrari and you’ve created it as Michael [Schumacher] or Niki [Lauda] did!”

Peter Windsor on YouTube | 6 July 2023

[measuringspoon2]

finally continuing my tpp relisten and it is really very funny that the first season was like “here’s this super competent detective and star sharpshooter— but wait! he’s met his match with this super competent thief that is so good it’s nearly unbelievable!” and then season 3 they’re the two silly goofs that are mostly around to be made fun of for kissing while the rest of the characters are ACTUALLY competent

[logansgaar]

Bucky Barnes when his s.o is gracefully dangerous and subtly lethal

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Non-compete

chapter 1

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite!

Summary: Your super genius younger sister is offered a chance of a lifetime to work for either Oscorp or Stark industries straight out of high school. Her choices leave you stuck in an unrequited love triangle.

Warning: Slow Burn, Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead.

Norman Osborn x Reader, (not in this chapter Peter Parker x Reader)

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You sit in the hallway, tapping your shoe against the linoleum floor, nerves building as you wait with your sister. Emily however was the opposite, ever calm and more focused on her laptop than the upcoming interview.

Because of her age, a guardian, you, had to be present for it. You're so proud of her, she is the smartest person in the world, at least in your opinion. Your little genius had always been miles ahead of her peers and most adults. By the time most kids were learning to ride bikes she was already competing in national science competitions, collecting trophies like playing cards.

But all those smarts came with a downside—she got bored easily, and that’s when the trouble would start. If she wasn’t challenged enough, she’d find creative ways to stir things up, both at home and in school. Her teachers were constantly asking to move her up a few grades, but you refused—you wanted her to have the full experience of growing up with her peers, even if it meant managing a bit of mischief along the way.

At home, she’d tinker with electronics or 'improve' things around the house, which usually ended with something sparking off. Sure it led to the occasional electrical fire, but she meant well.

"Stop your embarrassing me." She hisses swatting you away.

"Your tags popping out," you whisper, recoiling back with a frown. You just want everything to be perfect for her.

"Fine." She sighs reluctantly. You perk up when she relents to your mothering. Its a bad habit you know, but it's a hard one to break.

“He is ready to see you now." The young, sharply dressed woman announces suddenly, catching you both off guard.

Emily stands first, clamping her laptop shut and shouldering her bag as you stand to follow.

“Excuse me are you her guardian?” She halts you abruptly.

“Oh yes, I was told she needed to have a guardian with her for this.” You answer unconfidently. Had you misread the email? No Emily would’ve said something. You look to your sister as she clutches her laptop, she just as confused as you are.

“I’m sorry Miss, but guardians must wait outside. If she proceeds to the next phase you’ll be allow to chaperon.” The lady explains.

“O-Oh sorry, sorry about that. Well um good luck Sparkles,” you stutter out nervously taking a stepback, nearly stumbling back into the chair.

She grimaces at the pet-name, and you instantly realize your mistake. You shrivel as you sink into the chair avoiding her gaze. She's annoyed, she’s told you before, but it just slips out sometimes.

“Well OK then I think we’re all set to go now, right?,” Emily asks sharply turning on her heals to face the professional woman.

You don’t look up as they leave through the double glass doors. No doubt when this is over she will be in a mood.

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The longer the wait the more nervous you feel. You try not to think about what is going on beyond the conference walls and slyly people watch.

Everyone seems to be your age or way older and that worried you. More and more this seems like a bad idea. You didn't want her thrusted into adulthood like you were. There were so many missed experiences that you wished you had and didn't want that for her. She was much too young for this. She should be applying for universities not presenting prototypes to old men in suits.

The conference rooms door open and you sit up anxiously. You perk up when you hear Emily's voice. She sounds happy, that had to be a good sign. At least you hope so.

You watch as Emily exits first, followed by a man who looks much older than your father. They don't seem to register your presences as they immerse themselves in technical language that you can’t follow.

You stay seated, pretending to go through your phone, trying your best not to embarrass her again. If the interview went bad they wouldn't still be talking right?

Emily mentions your name, you catch it, and tense when you find them both walking over to you.

"Mr. Osborn this is my sister," Emily introduces you suddenly. You shoot up from your seat too quickly, nearly spilling over your bag as you try and greet the man. He doesn’t seem to notice as he extends his hand and approaches. You force a smile, hoping he can’t see the nervous energy creeping through you.

“Hello,” you squeak out as he shakes your hand firmly. “N-Nice to meet you Mr. Osborn.”

"You can call me Norman," he corrects with a smirk. You look to Emily and gauge how your doing. She’s smiling, but somehow you know she isn’t happy with your performance thus far.

"You have a brilliant sister. Did she learn everything from you?"

"Oh no… I could never. I wish I was half as smart as her." You stammer out under his intense gaze. It feels like he is watching ever word that comes out of your mouth. It's nerve-wracking; you don’t want him to judge your sister poorly because of her bumbling, idiot of a sibling.

"She has always been super supportive. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her." Your sister cuts in quickly and you're grateful.

"I see. Well you did a fantastic job." He states before turning his attention back to your sister. You feel relief to be out of the spot light, it was never a place you longed to be, unlike her. "I wish I could stay longer, but I have another meeting to get to."

“Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Osborn.”

You snort at her professional facade, but when she frowns, you quickly look away and stifle it. It's so cute. You’d never heard her sound so mature before.

“Nonsense its an honor to meet such a promising young woman.”

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