#interactions. ben parker

[hxlcycnx]

tag dump.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #2.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[earth90214]

Judging Spider-Man fans from their profile pictures

ditko peter - you know a lot of obscure spider-man lore, but you’re probably only interested in 616 peter. you aren’t caught up on anything spider-verse related, but by god are you going to reblog any cool looking panels

romita spidey - you’re either the nicest person in the world or the toxic spider-man fan twitter warned us about. you love seeing peter happy, but at the same time you kind of just want to squish him with the nearest blunt object.

ultimate spider-man - you only reference the ultimate universe, but can’t stand the ultimate spider-man show. you reblog, retweet, and repost any spider-man content you come across, more so than you actually post yourself

any spider-verse pic - you’re either standing neck-deep in spider-man lore or have never picked up a comic, no in-between. either way, you’re totally into picking your own canon rather than following the set multiverse

“pinterest profile” spidey - low exposure, lower pixel count. you’re much more of a casual fan and are too attached to your pfp to let it go (we’ve all been there). you’re probably a lurker rather than a poster, but you have the best tags when you reblog

superior spider-man - everywhere you go you see superior spidey references, even when you aren’t looking for them. you’ll interact with just about any spider-man media, but at the end of the day it all leads back to your blorbo

ben reilly - you like ben, so chances are you also like Mayday. You keep a numbered list of your favorite spider-man suits and have probably dabbled in every marvel moblie game thats ever dropped

kaine parker - i bet you’re a big fan of tom hardy’s venom and jason todd too, huh? you keep telling yourself you wont waste time reading comics without kaine in them, but your mutuals posting about them keeps drawing you in anyways

symbiote suit - you suggest spider-man 3 and kraven’s last hunt to everyone youre able to. you probably watch that one specific genre of edits thats filled with flashes and that super aggressive font.

mcfarlane spidey - you love wordy comics and switch pretty often between marvel and dc (specifically batman). you really like tiktok slideshows that show you the entire comic, but you also really like those family guy/random video combos too

[goblinintherock]

SPOILERS

Ultimate Spider-Man 2024 - 2

JONAHBEN SHIPPERS WE ARE WINNING

[orangeispice]

Marvel Batfam AU Brainrot

May Reilly is Batwoman. Her parents were shot and killed in an alleyway, etc (basically Bruce's origin story).

She adopts a young Peter Parker after his parents, who are circus performers, die during a sabotaged trapeze act. And he becomes Robin around 14.

Peter starts dating Batgirl, aka Gwendolyne Stacy, daughter of Commissioner George Stacy. They eventually break up due to Peter's overprotectiveness.

When Peter's 16, he forms the Titans with Starfire (Mar'i Jan Watson), Raven (Harry Osborn), Wonder Girl (Betty Brant), Cyborg (Randy Robertson), Kid Flash (...Johnny Storm. Did you think I was going to say Flash Thompson? haha psych no...), and Aqualad (Flash Thompson!).

Eventually, Peter leaves Reilly Manor, officially becoming Nightwing, and gets into a relationship with Mar'i.

May is out one day, when she sees a kid stealing her tires. The kid's name is Kaine Warren, and he's practically grown up in Crime Alley. So of course, May takes him home, and Kaine is only too happy to change his last name to Parker.

Gwen, still operating as Batgirl, is thrown from the George Washington Bridge by the Jackal. May saves her with her with a grappling line, but her spine is permanently broken.

Of course, it only gets worse Kaine is lured to a warehouse by his father, Miles Warren, who is revealed to be the villainous Jackal. (Cue Death in the Family.)

So May is not doing great. She and Gwen aren't really talking, she and Peter DEFINITELY aren't talking, and May is getting more violent on the streets of Gotham.

So of course, little Ben Fitzpatrick, who's been following his heroes since he was a kid, soldiers his way into Peter and May's hearts, tells them they're idiots, and becomes the newest Robin, to Peter's great excitement and May's displeasure (she comes around eventually). Ben's parents are pretty much absent asshats, so he's pretty happy about changing his last name to Reilly.

And then, someone calling themselves Red Hood shows up, and Kaine's grave is empty.

Part 2 on the way!

[fearlessmuses]

🕸️ ───── the doorbell sounding had caused him to turn and with a quiet little curse from his lips as he jungled the few items in his hand. “shit – mmm one minute!” he called as he managed to drop all the fixings he had gathered onto the counter. once he was sure things wouldn’t roll or collapse from the island he headed for the door wiping his hands on the dish cloth over his shoulder. as he twisted and pulled the door opened and he found himself looking upon a familiar face with a warm smile tracing his features. “mary jane. uh — “ he paused, turning some. “don’t think peter’s home yet, unless he snuck in on me.”

@spinxeret ♥ for a starter from benjamin parker

[castshed]

“That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” (One for Peter!) - @spidrclone

" uh yeah, it is. " there was a pause, slight squint of his eyes. was it the headache from what was probably a concussion? or was he seeing... himself. " and uh.. no. no it'll be fine. just gotta baby it for a few days. "

[jjmaybvnk]

At Peter’s next statement, JJ dipped his head, shame overcoming the emotions he’d felt only moments ago. Misbehaving was always fun in the moment, JJ often seeking the rush, but it was the repercussions he couldn’t stand. The disappointment on his family’s faces. He was seeing it in Peter now, and if it wasn’t for his best friend’s loyalty, he’d have been seeing it in Aunt Maya, too. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll try,” he muttered, still refusing to meet Peter’s eye. He hadn’t been the greatest support system since they’d found out about OSCORP, and he felt immense guilt for that, but the insecurity it stemmed was disallowing JJ from actively dealing with it. Peter had a brother, a real brother, someone who understood him in a way JJ never could. He was starting to realise that he’d played up on purpose. For attention, for reassurance. “Look, I’m sorry, man. Really. I’ll try to do better, for both of you.” 

“But the whole idea was that it strayed away from all the Spider-Man stuff. Like, completely.” Peter reminded, raising an eyebrow. Deciding they wouldn’t be able to get their story straight anyway, Peter dismissed the thought of telling Aunt Maya. “Look, I’m not gonna’ say anything. Just don’t get in trouble again, J, please? I’m serious. I want her to feel normal for a while. She hasn’t been the same since we found out about the experiment, she feels like it’s her fault. I want to remind her she’s doing a great job. You’re our family too, so that includes you. All I’m asking is that you try.”

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → soulmate AU, angst, sadness, fluff

Summary → Peter reconnects with his rejected soulmate, rekindling hope and love.

(gif not mine)

Peter Benjamin Parker, a sophomore at Empire State University, was a lonely soul. Even after spending a year here, he hadn’t made any friends, nor did he want to. The risks were too high, and he couldn't bear the thought of someone else getting hurt because of him.

In a world where almost everyone had a soulmate, Peter was an anomaly. Yes, he had a soulmate too, but the very thought of her made him uncomfortable. The idea of soulmates had lost its charm after Uncle Ben’s death. He had witnessed Aunt May’s slow descent into grief as her soulmate tattoo faded, a painful reminder of the love she had lost.

Peter had met his soulmate just two months after Uncle Ben's death. But grief-stricken and lost, he wasn’t ready for a connection like that. He rejected her without a second thought, without even sparing a glance. She was heartbroken. Unlike Peter, she had always loved the idea of soulmates. The pain of his rejection was unbearable, and she moved away from Midtown High during their sophomore year, thanks to her dad’s job transfer. It was a bittersweet relief—seeing Peter at school, knowing they were meant to be together but couldn’t be, had been too much to bear.

Peter felt guilty after she left, but his apology was never voiced. Over time, with the weight of being Spider-Man and the pressures of his studies, he gradually forgot about her. He dated MJ in their senior year, then came the supervillain chaos, Doctor Strange’s spell, and the aftermath of it all. And now, he was alone.

That night, after an exhausting patrol, all Peter wanted was to collapse into the cramped studio apartment he called home and fall asleep. But as soon as his head hit the pillow, the word "soulmate" and your face unexpectedly floated into his mind. It was strange, after so many years. He drifted off with thoughts of you lingering.

The next day, Peter went to the university as usual, walking absentmindedly through the crowded hallways. That’s when he saw you. Never in his dreams he thought he would see you again, but here you are. You were standing at a corner with three of your friends, laughing and chatting. His breath caught in his throat. You looked the same yet different. Still the same height—Peter had always loved the idea of having a shorter lover. You still wore glasses, but now you looked more mature, more beautiful. A wave of regret and longing washed over him. He hoped, against all odds, that you had forgotten your first interaction. He wanted, no, needed a fresh start.

Without knowing why, Peter found himself walking toward you, his eyes locked on your face in awe. When you and your friends noticed him, you asked with a small smile, "Can I help you?"

"Um—I…" Peter stammered, lost in the moment.

"Are you okay?" You asked again, concerned a bit.

Suddenly, Peter’s grip slipped, and he dropped the book he had been holding. The thud of it hitting the ground broke the spell he was in. Both of you bent down to pick it up, and as you handed it back to him, your eyes caught sight of his wrist. The same soulmate tattoo that adorned your wrist. Time seemed to freeze.

You were shocked, elated. Without a word, you closed the distance between you and wrapped your arms around him, your head resting against his chest. Peter hesitated for a moment before enveloping you in his arms, holding you tight.

"It’s you. It’s really you. I thought I’d never find you after so many years. I thought I’d never meet my soulmate," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. Your friends cheered behind you, their voices distant in Peter’s ears. You pulled away slightly, but your arms stayed around him. Peter gazed into your eyes, tears brimming in his own.

"I’m sorry it took so long," he whispered, apologizing for more than just time. Apologizing for the past.

"You’re so pretty," you said, your voice filled with wonder.

"So are you. You’re beautiful," Peter replied, his voice soft and sincere. He hugged you again, this time with a newfound resolve.

"I’ll never leave you," you promised, unaware of the weight of your words. But Peter felt it. In that moment, he swore to himself that he would protect you with everything he had. He would fight every battle, face every enemy, until his dying breath, to ensure your safety. You were his future, his hope. Destiny, or whatever force had brought you back into his life, had its way, and Peter was ready to embrace it.

‎∗ �� ˖༺ ��☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[sciderman]

I found this random panel of Wade and Tony, do you know the context?

you're lucky that identifying deadpool issues by panel is exactly my mutant ability. this is deadpool (2013) #7!

fun fact! first deadpool issue i ever picked up.

time capsule issue (this deadpool run tended to do those), where we're back in the 70's, peter parker's only just starting to get his tingles, and tony stark is a suffering alcoholic.

a demon (yes, a demon), makes a deal with deadpool for wade to get iron man back into alcoholism – wade is down for this, whatevs, but, upon seeing tony's sorry state, has a change of heart.

you know, i hate this interaction, for the stupid implication that, deadpool, being a gun-for-hire who has killed maybe a couple dozen people, is somehow worse than tony stark - who sells the guns, and is complicit in the death of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of people. i do not think wade is stupid enough to think that he, a single mercenary, is worse than a billionaire war-profiteerer, even with all his self-loathing tendencies. but, that's a thought for another time.

wade has a change of heart and dons the iron man suit to stop a meltdown at a power plant. very responsibly.

he outsmarts the demon, demon gets sent to hell, yadda yadda.

implication that uncle ben is in hell. hilarious.

yadda yadda nathan summers yadda yadda

[hxlcycnx]

ben usually knew what that meant; community service. but he didn’t want to put the other, surely he was in enough trouble, ben didn’t want to embarrass him. “oh yeah, we were told you were a voluenteer! eat a pancake and chill, then you can man the other side of the griddle, yeah?” ben offered, flipping a pancake onto the other’s plate.

"you guys did a really good job with keeping it clean. i'm sure it can be easy with how demanding your job can be." wylan pointed out with a nod. "oh, yes, please i would love a pancake. i also came to help, was told that i should come by." he wasn't sure why but he assumed it was for his community serve. you accidently blow up one thing and now you were stuck doing community service for a year.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #4.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[maybe-moonchild]

11/9/2012

WC: 1.4k

Red and blue spots danced in front of your vision long after the cop cars had pulled away from the Parker residence.

Something bad; that was all you dad had said when you’d gotten back from some cheerleading team bonding thing. You’d parked yourself in front of the living room window, head in your arms and watching for a sign of what was going on.

News spread fast the next day at school. Ben was dead, shot in front of a corner store while Peter had to watch. You weren’t surprised when you didn’t see him at school the next day.

You helped your mom make dinner that night but opted not to go over with her to deliver it to May. The last thing you wanted to do was invade his space at a time like this. 

It hadn’t rained that week but the skies had been so overcast that you almost wished it just would. At least then it would feel like the universe was also mourning the loss of Ben Parker. 

When Peter still hadn’t showed up at school on the third day, you couldn't let it go.

You thought you would have felt stupider climbing out your own window once your parents had gone to bed. Mist whipped your hair around your head as you wrapped your arms a bit tighter around yourself, hustling across the street. In different circumstances, you would’ve felt stupid climbing up the side of his house, pulling yourself onto the roof. 

It was like muscle memory. How many times had you done this when you were half your size and much weaker? Thank god for cheerleading because you easily crawled up to his window. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You waited. 

Each passing second just made you feel stupider. The last person Peter would want to see at a time like this was you.

The last interaction the two of you had was last month in chemistry, where he sat in the desk to the left and behind you. Flash had stolen his lab report to obnoxiously flip through it and try to sound out the words of the chemicals.

You didn’t even take your eyes off your phone from where you were texting Katie, playfully shoving Flash’s head and taking the opportunity to grab the report from his hands and toss it onto Peter’s desk. So yeah, that was the right thing to do… but you didn’t even look back at him when Peter muttered out a thanks. You didn’t even scold Flash when he’d continued to joke about it. 

So the fact he slid open the window was enough for your breath to catch in your throat. 

Peter looked horrible. Dark bags made the skin under his eyes almost translucent. Somehow, his hair was messier than usual, like he’d gone between tugging at it and laying in bed. He’d practically chewed his bottom lip to hell, cracked and scabbed from anxiety. 

You stopped studying him to stare up at his face. He only managed to hold your gaze for maybe a second before his eyes dropped to the floor. It was clear he was debating whether or not to slam the window shut in your face. If it made him feel better, you’d let him shove you right off the roof. 

With a slump of his shoulders, he stepped back, allowing you the space to come in. You did so with tentative movements like you were trying not to scare a shy animal. Your feet quietly lowered to the floor without ever taking your eyes off of him. 

Another round of silence. 

Another moment where he chose to look at anything that wasn’t you. 

Another slow breath that you hoped would give you the courage to say a single word. 

In the past two years, he hadn’t changed his room much. Could you even remember the last time you’d been in here? Maybe. Actually, yes, you could.

It was the third weekend of September freshman year. You hadn’t been able to go with him to five dollar Tuesdays at the little theater that only showed old films. Cheer practice had run late and by the time you’d been able to call his new flip phone from your new flip phone, he hadn’t answered. So when you finally had enough after he’d been dodging you Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, you practically broke his window down Saturday morning. 

The two of you had spent Saturday afternoon trying to pretend that the lulls in the conversation were intentional and there was no awkwardness hanging in the air. 

Things only got worse. Clearly. 

So maybe this had been a horribly stupid idea. You were starting to regret coming here only because he might’ve only let you in because he was in a vulnerable state. Fuck. Were you taking advantage of that? Did that count as taking advantage if you just wanted to check on him?

That you were somehow trying to play your own version of hero to someone that no longer wanted your help. Suddenly, you felt like you were invading a version of him that you weren’t supposed to see anymore. 

You tilted your head to the side, trying to catch his eye. It was futile considering Peter kept his head turned as far away from you as possible. You should say something, you thought, no, you have to say something. Thinking of a plan before enacting on your spur of the moment idea might have been smart. 

Sorry for your loss? How are you? Are you okay? Your uncle was a great person and deserved better? Is there anything I can do? I’m here for you?

You didn’t get the chance to say any of those things before he was pulling you to his chest in a bone crushing hug. It actually kinda hurt… like it hurt enough that you couldn’t breathe. Peter realized that quickly enough and adjusted his hold.

His arms looped around your neck and his face buried in your hair. You were already wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him back before your brain caught up with what was happening. That was enough to tell you how he was doing.

Tears seeped into your hair. 

You held him a little tighter. 

You and Peter stood like that for a long time. His shoulders shook with silent sobs and you carded through his hair. Neither of you spoke, the only sounds in the now too empty feeling house were his sniffles, your shushing, and the sound of May walking past his bedroom door without ever stepping inside. 

She knew you were there, you could tell in the few second long pause she took before continuing downstairs. 

Eventually, you managed to move both of you to the bed where you could perch on the edge. Then you stayed like that for a long time too. 

Somehow the both of you made it under the sheets, you still in your jeans from school but he certainly didn’t care. His head found your chest, arms looped around your middle from where he was tucked against your side. Peter seemed so small like this. Your hands continued to run through his hair, your cheek pressed against his temple so he didn’t actually have to look at you as he drifted off. 

Light peaked over the horizon and seeped in through his open window, right into your eyes and pulling you out of sleep. You hadn’t even been aware you’d fallen asleep at some point in the night. Peter’s shoulders rose and fell from where they were pressed against your chest, your arm thrown over his waist. 

He barely stirred when you untangled yourself from him. 

Peter didn’t return to school the next day, but you returned to his window the next night. You tapped against the glass, he let you in, and you wordlessly followed him to his bed. He found his way back into your arms, staring off into the distance or keeping his face hidden in your neck. 

That continued for six nights. 

Night seven, Peter didn’t open the window. 

Night nine, you left him alone for good. 

A week later, he started dating Gwen Stacy.

[fearlessmuses]

🕸️ ───── things were a little weird of late, weren’t they? weird even for them. he glanced at the clock as he dropped some food into the frying pan and then leaned back some as he tilted his head some. “peter…. “ he said. it was rather uncommon for the kid to be late, or anything like that, especially when they made plans and yet recently it seemed a little more common, didn’t it? his first through was maybe, just maybe, peter had met himself a girl or … guy — didn’t matter, someone was keeping him out. thing was he would have thought maybe peter would talk about it. then again that sort of thing could be embarrassing to talk about with guardians couldn’t it. maybe that was, peter was too shy or embarrassed, that did kind of seem like peter. he’d give him fifteen more minutes, that’d be about time dinner was ready, then he’d be that annoying beep on his phone hoping that he might realize what time it was and if he got back and his stir fry was cold … well that was like a punishment in its self wasn’t it?

@voluntadfuerte ♥ for a starter from benjamin parker for peter parker

[shellshocklove]

crush | peter parker

pairing/au: college au – frat!peter parker x female!reader

summary: you accidently learn peter parker's secret

warnings: swearing, fwb relationship

word count: 1.2k

a/n: trying my hand at frat!peter parker since it’s the new craze with a little ficlet lmao. i don’t know what i’m doing and i had no plot or plan for this. i’ve set the pairing as female!reader, but it can be read as gn!reader. i’ve only done it like that in case i would want to write more for this later. anyways happy reading <3

main masterlist / ao3

Peter’s bedroom window moaned and complained as Peter pushed it open. He was tempting fate, but what else was new. The music coming from downstairs vibrated through the brick underneath his hand. Climbing through the window, he hit the floor with a soft thump!

The summer had been long, dank and sweaty, but now the evenings had started to bite. Living at the frat throughout the summer had made Peter lonely. His frat brothers all jetted away – scattered like dice across the world – while Peter stayed put in the old brick house.

The frat house was made for noise, not silence, he’d realized after a few weeks. Every noise he made amplified somehow, like the house fed on the sounds. He’d never noticed how loud his footsteps was; or how the clicking of the metal spoon against his coffee mug bounced against the wall, until he was alone. It was unsettling, and wrong. The music that now moved under the floorboard, and the sounds of people over it, put Peter at ease. With the start of the new fall semester, and his brothers finally back, the house was fed again.

Peter never saw himself in a fraternity. He was working on a degree in biophysics trying to balance classes with his late-night vigilantism ­– he didn’t exactly have much free time. But he’d kinda just fell into it. One night when he’d missed Uncle Ben too much, he’d fallen down a baseball rabbit hole on Youtube. He watched pitcher reels, and top ten craziest moments, and had gotten a ridiculous idea. He tried out for the baseball team at ESU – careful to not to run too fast or hit the baseball out the park – but still they’d wanted him. Peter Parker, a recovering nerd, played college baseball. One thing had led to another, and soon enough he’d been accepted into Zeta Kappa – the captain of the baseball team’s fraternity.

With a sigh Peter pulled off his mask, he was dead tired. He’d had to cut tonight’s patrol short after running out of webs. Everything had been just a little too much lately and he’d forgotten to make new web fluid for his web shooters. After a failed attempt at swinging down a crowded street, he’d fallen face down on a busy street.

He’d played it off as smoothly as possible, hiding the bruise to his ego as he’d instead interacted with some of the passers-by. Spider-Man had handed out lots of high fives tonight. Climbing the wall of some building he’d had to run across the roofs of New York city to get back home. He was exhausted to say the least, dying to feel the softness of his bedsheets against his skin.

Waltzing over to his desk, he rummaged through one of the drawers for his emergency stash of web fluid. Occupied with refilling his web shooters, he missed the creak of the floorboard behind him.

“Holy shit!”

Frozen dead in his tracks, fear sank to his stomach. He didn’t know what to do; if he turned around, he’d be busted, but he couldn’t turn his back forever – he couldn’t do that to you, could he?

His eyes flicked to the corkboard over his desk, to the polaroid he’d taken of you only a few weeks ago after you’d convinced him to go take you swimming. You’d begged and whined, “Peter! Please, please, pretty please!” and he’d folded. It had been the last real day of summer, and together you’d snuck into one of those fancy hotels with a rooftop pool. As soon as you’d dipped your feet in the water, a big smile spread across your face, a smile that, to Peter’s horrifying realization, had tugged on his heartstrings.

It was supposed to be casual, the thing between the two of you, just something so you both could fill that void inside screaming out for intimacy. Peter didn’t have time for a relationship. This was perfect, almost.

“Peter?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, almost cautious, like he was a shaking bunny you were afraid of scaring. His head fell, eyes scanning over the worn wood of his desk. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d told himself he was gonna keep you at arm’s length, not in the crook.  

“Don’t tell anyone, please.” The words fell from his lips, a coldness coating them.

He could feel you move behind him, light feet shuffling with nervousness. “I won’t, Peter, I won’t– I swear!”

With a sigh, Peter turned around. He looked you up and down. You were dressed nicely – dressed for the party howling downstairs. He tried to ignore the way you looked at him. It always hit him too hard, made him want to crush your lips with his own, wrap himself up in you and never untangle. You were dangerous.

“I’m sorry… I looked for you at the party but couldn’t find you– so then I figured I’d wait for you in your room, and…” you trailed off, the rest was self-explanatory.

With a huff Peter started moving about his room. He pulled some sweats from his closet and vanished through the door to the bathroom. It was like he needed to get rid of the evidence. He couldn’t talk to you before it was gone. Back inside his bedroom, he ignored the way you sat at the edge of his bed, hands folded in your lap. He put his suit away, hiding it in the back of his closet.

“Let’s forget about this,” he turned around to look at you, a mistake. He watched the way your body sank into the mattress, mirroring the way his heart sank in his chest as he uttered his next words, “and maybe we should just forget about everything else.”

Your face was hard to decipher, it shuffled through an arrangement of emotions: confusion, hurt, anger. All the same emotions Peter tried to hold back.

“I…” you tried to say, “a-are you sure, I mean–”

“I’m sure,” Peter stressed, “this didn’t mean anything right? It was just sex…”,

“Right,” you nodded slowly, like you were still processing, “it was just sex.”

“It didn’t mean anything.” The words felt like they were stuck in the back of his throat.

The look you gave him, cut him across his chest, sliced away at his skin until it reached his heart. “Let’s not pretend it did…”

“No, let’s not,” you glared at him, and Peter could feel a pressure behind his eyes.

“And don’t say anything about me and…” he cocked his head in the direction of his closet, “If anyone knew you knew– it would put you in danger and I don’t want to put you in danger.” It was probably the most honest thing he’d said to you all night.

You rolled your eyes at him, and quickly stood to your feet. He watched how you clenched and unclenched your fist, keeping your quiet rage under control. You shook your head in disbelief, probably wondering why you’d wasted so many months of your life on a loser like him.

Peter hated to do this to you. He wanted only your love. To live with it inside and give his love to you. But that was a selfish thought. He couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t love you the way you deserved.

One lonely tear escaped you, and it broke Peter’s heart.

“You know what,” you tried to hiss but the sadness in your voice dimmed the bite, “Fuck you, Peter!”

Gathering yourself, you gave him one last look before you slammed the door in his face.

i hope you liked this! <3 please let me know what you thought of this little story. i would love to hear them in the tags, or a comment or through my ask box! <3

tags: @hollandweather

© shellshocklove, 2023

[starstcff-z]

❛     It is my fault that you don't know how to use a comb? How is that even possible?   ❜ With how messy his hair often was, sticking up in every direction after he removed the mask, it was a wonder now one had accused him of being completely incompetent with a comb. ❛     Was it Matt?   ❜

wcrlds @starstcff

lips purse, a flash of mj brushing his hair back from his face just a few days ago, suggesting her hair-dresser would know just the way to make his hair fall in the right direction, making him swallow back a smart response.     “     okay, i see, you guys are competing for the worst hair style, all makes sense now, sorry for getting in the way.    ”     with his patented brand of luck, having someone else looking like him was a huge risk;   everyone in his life had run into ben, it wouldn’t do.    “     at least comb it, man.    ”

    “ I did comb it, dude! Your hair is just annoyingly thick! ” Okay so perhaps he didn’t comb it every day, life got in the way and all but surely Peter of all people would UNDERSTAND that, right? No, who was he kidding, Pete would happily overlook their similarities to make fun of him for this, sibling rights and all. “ You know I’ve gotten compliments for this look, maybe it’s your boring hairstyle that is the problem and not MINE! ”