#mysterio x spider man

[fandomnerd9602]

The scene with Quentin Beck saying that Peter Parker is Spiderman but Quentin's brother cutting the signal before he said that because he is in love with Petra Parker

Quentin Beck’s feed is cutting in and out…

Beck: Spider Girl’s name is- (cuts)

Petra stares in pure shock…

Beck: Spider Girl’s name is P-(cuts out)

Petra: oh my gosh that was a close one. Thanks Y/N!

Y/N, Mysterio, offers a salute to Petra and surfs away from the scene on a drone…

Y/N: (thinks) someday I hope you’ll trust me enough. Ah heck…I wish I could take you out for a burger and shake at Moondance Diner

[spacius]

living in the past - dr. spencer reid: 1

Who? dr spencer reid x original female character

Where Daisy's biggest secret is revealed, not only for BAU but for the whole world.

Warnings: avengers, marvel, peter parker, far from home, snap. It takes place in 2034, Spencer is 30 years old and oc is 28. 5-year snap influence so chronologically oc is born in 2001 and Spencer in 2004 but he wasn't snapped.

“I know you’re going to say the same thing for the 38th time, Morgan,” Spencer whispered as if revealing a state secret, “but it’s not just me being paranoid. I swear, there’s something suspicious about her.”

They were ready, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive so they could head to the crime scene.

“Pretty boy, whether she’s plotting some evil plan to end the world or not, I have no idea—and honestly, I’d rather not know.” Derek grinned, trying to hold back a laugh as Spencer rolled his eyes. “But you might want to tone it down. She’s gonna start thinking you’ve got a crush on her.”

Derek was enjoying this far more than he’d ever admit. While Spencer rolled his eyes so hard they nearly completed a full circle, Penelope burst into the room, her energy frantic.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, have you seen what’s in the news? You have to see it—my God, I’m going to combust, any second now!” Penelope spoke so fast that even Derek, with all his experience, could barely keep up. Spencer, for his part, blinked, trying to process the onslaught of words.

“Garcia, slow down, we can’t—”

“Spencer Walter Reid, for the love of all things cute and fluffy, open your phone and check the news now!” she demanded, practically vibrating with urgency. She looked seconds away from strangling the youngest member of the team if he didn’t move faster. “It’s breaking news, and trust me, this will back up one of your theories!”

That was all Spencer needed. He quickly pulled out his phone, while Derek raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

A news broadcast lit up Spencer’s screen. The anchor’s voice was grave: “We come to you now with shocking revelations about 2023 attack in London. An anonymous source has provided us with this footage, reportedly from moments before Quentin Beck, aka Mysterio, died twelve years ago. A warning: Some viewers may find this footage disturbing.”

The screen cut to an altered video of the Tower Bridge battle. Spencer and Derek exchanged a glance, both raising an eyebrow before turning back to the screen. Just as they were about to speak, a man’s voice—Quentin Beck’s—filled the room.

“I managed to send the Elemental back through the dimensional rift,” Beck’s voice declared. “But I don’t think I’m going to make it off this bridge alive. Spider-Woman attacked me! She has an army of weaponized drones—Stark technology! She’s claiming she’ll be the new Iron Man, and no one else!”

A robotic voice followed, colder than the woman’s: “Are you sure you want to initiate the drone attack? There will be significant casualties.”

“Do it. Execute them all,” the feminine human voice, trembling like she was on the edge of collapsing.

The footage wasn’t as graphic as what Derek, Spencer, and Penelope were used to seeing, but it was disturbing in its implications. The video cut to J. Jonah Jameson, the notorious anchor.

“There you have it, folks: conclusive proof that Spider-Woman was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio, an inter-dimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our world. He will no doubt go down as the greatest hero of our time. But that’s not all—here’s the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves.”

The bullpen seemed to freeze, no one daring to breathe.

“Spider-Woman’s real identity is… Spider-Woman’s name is Gwendolyn Stacy Parker! Gwen Parker!”

On the screen, an image of Daisy appeared—Daisy, whom Spencer had been trying to convince Derek was hiding something. But this wasn’t right. The photo, though younger, was eerily similar. Too similar.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Spencer murmured, brows furrowing. “Her name is Daisy Hawke. There’s no way she’s Gwen Parker. We would know if she had any connection to a superhero.”

“Well, that’s what I thought,” Penelope said after calming down. “But then I started digging for something that could explain this madness, and suddenly, the pieces began to fit together.”

“And here we go—Reid-splaining has officially contaminated her,” Morgan quipped.

“In 2006, New York broke the record for missing children. But here’s the strangest part: 182 children went missing in a single day. Almost all of them were found together later, but there were very few details. So, I started digging deeper into the history of Dais—Gwen—whatever she calls herself now. There’s a gap in her life between 2006 and 2010. If you think about it, she’s never really talked about her childhood. So, I kept digging. And then, I dug some more. And there it was—among the 182 children kidnapped that day: Gwendolyn Stacy Parker. I believe that’s where the beginning of the false end of her life started.” She paused to catch her breath.

“None of the victims ever spoke about what happened. Since they were just kids, this whole thing could snowball into something huge.” Penelope decided to stop there; she didn’t like imagining what might have happened to someone she cared about so much.

“I’m sorry, Derek. I’m sorry, Garcia, but I have to say this once and for all—I told you so, and I’ve never enjoyed saying it more.”

“Pretty boy’s not going to let me live this down anytime soon, baby,” Derek muttered with a grin. “But hey, does Hotch, JJ, David, Emily, and you know, Daisy, know about this?”

“No idea. With Daisy being late, she certainly knows something. She’s probably in deep trouble with the life she left behind, and if the rest of the team doesn’t know, they’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“I don’t see why you’re so worried about it, Garcia.”

“You’re only saying that because you and Einstein never got along. I just—can’t imagine the pain of going through all the bad things you left behind when you were 18.”

“This about Hawke?” Hotch emerged from the shadows, his voice calm and composed. “Either way, be discreet. She’s one of our best agents, and it would be a shame to lose her. So act like she’s not a superhero.”

At that moment, the trio had confirmation that everyone knew, and they knew Daisy knew they knew, but no one would talk about it for a long time.

About 20 minutes had passed, and the team was already on the jet—everyone except Daisy, of course. Hotch had mentioned earlier that she had “encountered some personal issues and wasn’t cleared for this case.”

Out of everyone on board, Rossi was the most unsettled. He shifted in his seat, clearly itching to talk. If he didn’t get this out, it seemed like he might burst. “Hey, Emily,” he leaned over and nudged her arm subtly, “did you hear… about Daisy?” His curiosity was so obvious that it almost made her smirk.

“Dave, keep it cool,” Prentiss muttered, barely moving her lips. “I want to talk about it later, too.” Oh, Lord, Daisy's ear definitely would be hot.

Aqui está o texto adaptado para o estilo e os personagens de Criminal Minds:

“The case was solved in two weeks, and the BAU team quickly returned to Quantico. Most of them were too exhausted to think about the incident involving Daisy, but Spencer Reid didn’t fit into that majority. Being the genius he is, the details lingered in his mind throughout the case, often making it difficult for him to concentrate on his work.

Could it really be the same person? The face was undeniably similar — if not identical. The only difference was the hair color; Gwen had red hair while Daisy had brown. She must have spent a lot on hair dye.

Spencer preferred to believe they were different people. He didn’t like to admit it to himself, but at that moment, he wanted to be wrong. He hoped that all the times he had sensed something off about Daisy, that she was hiding something, were just his imagination. With his genius IQ, he would surely notice if she were, of all things, a superhero, right? Oh, when he saw her the next day, they would need to have a serious conversation.

Reviews and advice are welcomeaised voices and accusations in years.

Author's note: thank you to everyone who is reading this, this is the first time I write something like this and English is not my first language, but I had this idea stuck in my head for weeks <3 I'm sorry for the mistakes

Author's note: thank you to everyone who is reading this, this is the first time I write something like this and English is not my first language, but I had this idea stuck in my head for weeks <3 I'm sorry for the mistakes

criticism and advice are welcome

[cgbcomics]

[ask-missparker]

I Remember It All Too Well..

SpiderMan Far From Home

Setting: Phase 3– Post Endgame

Continuing this post

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Pairing: Quinten Beck x Amelia M. Parker

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Take a break she says, it’ll be fun she says..

Nothing on the schedule said anything about being dragged into SHIELD work, taking care of a bunch of teenagers and seeing in person you haven’t talked to in years…

It was late at night.

Most of the students and teachers were at the hotel probably asleep, and here stood Amelia taking a walk, scouting the sights for the trip. As well as snapping pictures for Fury.

She wasn’t even technically working for Fury anymore and yet, she was still be given orders by her old boss. Hill wasn’t even far behind.

And what made it worse than Fury’s orders, was the man that was supposedly working with them on this new project.

Beck.

She swear that moment she heard his name and saw his face, she froze. His hair was longer than she thought, his built was carved out within a green silk suit, and the polished attuned ways of talking to them.

Every word he uttered could’ve easily been a lie.

But then again, she wasn’t seen him in years. Hell, they didn’t really know too much about one another, as their relationship only lasted a few short months.

She wish she could just—

“Didn’t expect to see you here at this timely hour?”

She whipped her head around to notice him floating down from the steps and catching up to her feet quickly enough. He took that moment to study her features, her hair was darker, her facial expression were more angular than her softer appearance years before, and her eyes still spoke the same tone of the day they first held hands.

Beck couldn’t resist the sudden thought of the moment he stupidly broke her heart. He broke up with the girl over a text message and kept her scarf from the very first week, as it seemed like innocence, but smelled like her.

Everything felt like a blur now.

Each bad moment seemed like a thousand words different from the good.

Blurry lines and blurry images came into play as he watched her eyes scan his very own.

“Is this the part where you tell me that you were wrong and I was right? That you shouldn’t have stood there clueless when I walked in.” Amelia responded ever so softly and shrugged.

He sighed as a small scoff came under his lips, “I had no clue you were coming here. I didn’t even want you to get in involved with any of this.”

“A little too late…”

“Yeah, right, I didn’t want anyone in there to suspect that we had something going on beforehand. So I had to act stupid, sorry.”

“Alright. I guess that’s fair…you look, good.”

“I feel good…you um, you look like you haven’t aged a day. Still the same pretty face I met all those years ago.”

She scoffed as a light smile brushed against her face, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Beck.”

“Eh, had to try to make up for earlier.” He replied, smiling, as he declared that he’ll follow beside on this walk.

“…you don’t have to walk with me. I can handle myself.”

“I know. But I want to. I want to…apologize for everything.”

“Hmm how so?”

“I wasn’t sure what I had until I lost you twice..I wished that I was good enough to realize it.”

“Tell me more, tell me something I don’t know…”

“I was upset, confused and frustrated…I wasn’t appreciative of you, how you treated me so well…”

“We both had issues..I’m sorry if I offended you any further than I did, especially when we fought..”

“And I forgive you for it.”

The two smiled and nodded.

“You remember how much you would waste my time?” He said softly chuckled.

She looked at him lightly chuckling, “We wasted it right. I would take you out for coffee and you would cuddle with me at the cafe.”

“Then I would take us to my place for computer sessions, securing models for my new ideas…and I would’ve ordered us some burgers…I miss those days..I wished I told you that before..”

“Then time went on, we got busy, we would fight..I thought…I just wished you cared a little more, where you could stayed longer...I got tired waiting for us to move forward or do something else..”

“But you liked it…coming over to my place when nobody was home, find me coding or working on a new invention..we would just stay a while on the floor working…”

“Yeah..”

“You know, I did want us to eventually move forward, do something bigger…I wanted to buy us a bigger space..i had a gift for you too..”

That struck a chord with Amelia.

“A gift?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at his tall frame.

He half smiled, “I had a bracelet...I was planning on giving to you some time that summer..but I broke it off..”

“Why did you?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you break off with me? Over text? I tried calling but you never answered.”

“I just wasn’t in the right place at the time…work was hard, we were both very busy…I just wasn’t thinking straight.”

“And you weren’t even honest enough to tell me more about you..”

“The being from another earth thing..yeah, I was gonna tell you soon. But it never came up.”

“Which I don’t believe is fully true and neither is the power thing. But I will go along with whatever it is that you’re saying.”

The two just looked at each other, staring into one another’s eyes as if searching for answers…

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Deception [Part 1]

Mysterio x Reader | Read the original here

This is an AU universe of the MCU Spider-Man.  The reader is a female version of Spider-Man and is an adult who is an Avenger.  Characters are pretty much the same, just a few AU adjustments.  This story closely follows the plot of Far From Home.  

a/n:  the reader was not dusted during the Blip.  I kept the Parker last name just out of personal preference (sorry if that ruins it for you lol), no I haven't decided if Mysterio is actually a villain or not that’s a decision I will make if I decide to continue the story.  I am not including the E.D.I.T.H. glasses in this AU.

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You sat on top of a high building overlooking the city in front of you.  You could hear horns honking and the flutter of bat wings.  People chattered below you.  It felt nice to finally be home for good.  The events of the past five years had taken a serious tole on your mental health.  You had watched your mentor sacrifice his own life in order to make sure your biggest foe was gone for good.  It was hard knowing many of the heroes you had looked up to at a young age were gone forever.  You were one of the few remaining members of the Avengers left on Earth.  Many of them decided to go somewhere else to protect the universe.  But you stayed here.  

You were only sixteen when Tony recruited you for the Avengers.  You were twenty-one now.  An adult.  But you did not feel like an adult.  You still felt like the same scared little kid who almost got killed by Thanos a couple years ago.  You sometimes wake up from reliving that nightmare.  The feeling of getting thrown and slammed onto the ground.  The feeling of air escaping your lungs and not being able to return.  Your vision going blurry.  It was all still too real for you.  It was one of your weakest moments.  You felt like you had let everyone down in that moment.  If the others had not been there you would be dead.  You knew that.  But that was the point of having a team.  Stronger in numbers.

You continued staring out at the illuminating city.  You sometimes wish you had never been bit by that spider that day.  Things could have been so much simpler.   That was a stupid thought.  You remembered idolizing Iron Man as a child.  You always wanted to protect the world as he did.  He inspired you to be a better person.  He inspired you to want to help others.  He still inspired you today.  His sacrifice was a statement to the world that heroes would do anything to protect them.  

Suddenly, you felt your phone begin vibrating.  You grabbed it from your pocket.  It was Happy.  You picked up, “Hey, Hap.  What’s up, man?”  “Come back home, we have to talk about something,” Happy spoke through the phone.  You were concerned, “Okay.  I am on my way.  Is everything okay?”  Happy mumbled into the phone, “We will talk more when you get here.”  He hung up.  It worried you that Happy was speaking so fast and was fast to hang up.  You pulled your mask over your face and jumped off the building.

You landed on top of the building next to your apartment building.  You triple checked to make sure no one was around.  You crawled down the wall and hid behind the dumpster.  You took off your suit and threw it into the bag you had hidden, throwing it over your shoulder once the suit was hidden.  You climbed up the wall, reaching your window and crawling inside.  You threw your bag onto the bed and continued into the living room to see Happy sitting with your Uncle.  They were both smiling and laughing about something.  You cleared your throat, “I’m home.”  Happy and Uncle Ben turned to you.  Uncle Ben rose from the couch, “Hi, honey!  I am so glad you are home.  Happy and I were just catching up.”  You smiled at him.  But your smile quickly shifted when you began to address Happy, “What was it you needed to talk to me about, Happy?”  Happy smiled at you, “Sorry for the rush on the phone, Y/N.  I had just arrived here and I did not want to be rude to Ben.”  You exhaled a sigh of relief, “Happy!  You scared me.  I thought something was seriously wrong.”  Happy chuckled, “Sorry about that.  Now.  As I told Ben, we should be expecting a visitor soon.”  You were confused, “What do you mean a vi-”

There was a knock at the door.  Happy walked over and opened it to reveal Nick Fury standing in your doorway.  You shuttered.  “Now, I want to know why you are so hard to get in contact with, Miss Parker,” Fury began.  “I-I’ve been really busy,” you defended.  “Happy tells me you have been dodging my calls.  You shot a look at Happy.  “Don’t look at me like that, he’s my boss too,” Happy acknowledged your look.  “I don’t care about how you feel about me trying to contact you, Miss Parker.  You are an Avenger and I do not take kindly to someone not acting like it,” Fury shut down your dismay quickly.  You stared at the man in front of you.  He was right.  You had not been acting like an Avenger lately.  Truly.  You did not want to act like one.  You enjoyed getting to relax after watching everyone else leave.  You felt alone as an Avenger.  Fury was right.  You needed to begin acting like an Avenger.  “There will be a car here to pick you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning.  I suggest you don’t keep me waiting any longer.  I have someone for you to meet,” he was stern with his statement.  “Yes, sir,” you agreed.  “Now, since you made me come all the way here to get you, where can a brother get a drink,” Fury spoke.  

Fury and Happy were gone.  It was late.  You sat in the dim lit living room alone.  You hunched over your phone that laid on the table in front of you.  You stared at the picture of you and Tony.  Any time with Tony was a fun time.  You idolized the man.  He made you into the hero you are.  “What would he think of you like this,” you whispered to yourself.  You had been down lately.  What Tony did was marvelous.  You could never be like him.  He was the hero the world needed.  You are just some weird girl who can stick to stuff.  You felt your eyes begin to fill a little.  “Everything okay,” Uncle Ben sat down next to you.  You looked at him, “I’m fine.  Just thinking.”  He knew you were lying.  You could see it on his face.  He wrapped one of his arms around you, “I’m here if you need me, kiddo.”  You rested your head on his shoulder, “Thanks, Ben.”  

~

You did not sleep the night before.  You had began to take a shower, but instead you sat in the tub thinking about what tomorrow would hold.  You sat there for quite sometime thinking before you realized you needed to get out and get ready.  It was 4:45 now.  You grabbed your suit and put it on.  You had contemplated whether or not to wear the suit.  You decided it was best to.  You never knew who you could trust anymore.  You wrote Uncle Ben a note that read “Time for super stuff, love you.”  You knew he would understand.  He always understood.  You pulled your mask over your face and climbed out the window.  It was chilly out this early.  5 a.m. arrived and a large black vehicle arrived promptly.  You were escorted into the back where Nick Fury sat.  He eyeballed you, “Why the suit, kid?”  You were embarrassed under the mask, “I don’t know who I can trust, so I thought I shou-” “Don’t be an idiot.  Anyone I would bring into our headquarters is someone you can trust.  You know that,” he cut you off.  You shook your head in agreement, but did not remove the mask.  Despite everything, you felt unsafe.  Something felt off about the whole situation.  Your Spider-Sense was telling you so.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, you were in the secret headquarters.  Fury got out of the vehicle, you were close behind.  You followed him, passing many workers.  You did not recognize them.  They were all basically strangers to you.  It felt wrong.  You felt like you should not be here.  You and Fury entered the elevator together.  It went down many floors.  “Kid, you don’t have to be so tense.  I would not let anyone in here who could hurt you,” Fury reassured.  He could tell you were nervous.  You nodded.  

“Now then,” the elevator opened and you both stepped out, “Spider-Girl, I’d like you to meet Mr. Beck.”  A tall man in a cape stood in front of you.  He smiled, “So, you’re the one everyone has been telling me about.  It’s a pleasure.”  He extended his hand.  You placed your hand in his.  He leaned in and whispered, “You can call me Quentin.”  You shook his hand, “Hi.  H-Hold on.  I-I’m sorry, but are you the guy from the news?”  He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s me.  Wishing I had hidden my identity better.  But I thought it would help people to have a face with their hero.”  You snapped your fingers while trying to remember, “Now then, what was it they called you?  Mysterio?”  He smiled, “Yep.  That’s the name they’ve given me.”  You were amazed at the man in front of you.  He had came out of no where and was already loved and adored by the public.  You were always seen as a menace.  

Fury coughed, “If you two are finished...”  You and Quentin directed your attention to him.  “Now then.  We have been informed that there have been spikes in energy all across the globe.  I have decided that the two of you would be the best fit in handling this situation.  Spider-Girl, as one of the last remaining members of the Avengers, you will be heading the mission,” Fury was serious.  You shook your head in disbelief, “Wait.  Wait, isn’t there anyone else you can call on.  I’ve never really soloed a mission before.”  Fury furrowed his brows, “You are going to head this mission.”  “What about Carol?  Thor?  Any of the Guardians?  They are all way more qualified than I am,” you argued.  “They all have more important things to do.  But you, all you’ve been doing is swinging around this city stopping petty crime.  Now, as your superior, I am telling you what you will be doing.  I suggest you do not give me anymore lip about it.  You’re walking a fine line with me already.  Tony is not here to protect you anymore.  You have to learn to protect yourself,” Fury’s tone was growing frustrated.  You stood in silence.  “Do I make myself clear,” he asserted.  You nodded, “Yes sir.”  

You spent the next several hours discussing plans.  Where these anomalies were happening.  The best plan of attack.  This panicked you more than anything.  A huge responsibility was being put on your shoulders.  You did not know anything about this mission.  Nothing made sense.  It was all too convenient.  After the discussions were done, Fury directed you and Quentin further, “I got the two of you a hotel room.  There are two beds.  It will help the two of your bond to be that close.  You two need to get to know each other pretty well in order for this mission to succeed.”  “Wonderful,” you thought.  All you were wanting was to be alone.  You shook your head in agreement.  “I’m going to go out for a bit.  I need to think alone for a while,” you excused yourself.  Quentin smiled, “I’ll see you later.”

You sat on top of a building.  You seemed to do this a lot.  You loved admiring the city.  It was beautiful especially at night.  Suddenly, Quentin appeared in front of you.  You were not alarmed.  “What’s up, Spider-Girl,” he questioned as he sat down beside you.  His helmet disappeared revealing his handsome face once again.  “This whole hero thing... it’s always been different for me, Quentin.  I have always been the underdog no matter what I do.  I am one of the only Avengers he can call on and somehow I am still not good enough for him,” you spilled.  Quentin smiled at you, “I for one think you are an amazing hero.  I have no doubt you were born to be an amazing hero.”  You chuckled.  Quentin raised an eyebrow, “What’s so funny?”  You shook your head, “I used to be a scared high schooler who witnessed her aunt get murdered in front of her.  Then, I went from being a normal kid to fighting some crazy guy in a mechanical bird costume.  I never asked to be an Avenger.  It was a freak accident, Quentin.”  Quentin placed his hand on your thigh, “Everything happens for a reason.”  You blushed at his touch.  “You don’t even know me,” you muttered.  Quentin leaned closer to you, “I want to get to know you, Spider-Girl.”  He placed his hand on the under part of your mask and raised it up to your nose, you grabbed his wrist fast.  Quentin jumped slightly.  “I-I... I’m n-not ready for you to kn-know who I am,” you stuttered.  He smiled slightly, “That’s okay.  I understand.”  You let go of his wrist.  “It’s nothing per-personal, we just met.  Not many people know who I am,” you were embarrassed.  He smiled.  

You stood up, “I-I’m gonna go.  I should probably get some food in me.  I-I’ll see you back at the hotel.”  He followed you, “We can go together.  We are going to be spending a lot of time together.  I’d like to get to know the person I am working with.”  Your cheeks were red under your mask.  You were fighting yourself inside your head.  Should you or should you not?  It was difficult.  You wanted to open up to people, but that was too difficult.  “Sure, Quentin,” you agreed.  “But here’s the thing.  You’ll have to get the food and meet me back up here.  I can’t be seen just chilling in a local restaurant.  I don’t need that kind of press right now,” you told him.  His expression change into a frown, “Oh.”  You felt bad.  Maybe Quentin was safe.  Maybe you could trust him.  Maybe it was time to take a risk.  “Look,” you began, “Okay.  Meet me downstairs in like seven minutes.  We will walk somewhere together.  Just... put some normal clothes on.  Let’s do something not as supers for a while.”  Quentin’s face lit up.  He took your hands in his, “Seriously?  You’ll go to dinner with me?”  You smiled under your mask, “Yeah, I guess.”  Quentin smiled even wider, “You won’t regret this!”  Quentin rushed to the door and excused himself.  

You changed in one of the bathrooms up stairs.  You put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  You wanted to look as normal as possible.  “Maybe this is all a mistake... don’t you think you’re rushing,” you thought.  You shook it off and headed for the elevator.  You took it down to the lobby.  You saw Quentin across the room.  He was wearing a blue button-up and jeans.  It seemed odd to see him outside of his suit.  “He’ll definitely feel the same,” you thought.  You walked over to him, “Hey, Quentin.”  He turned and stared at you.  You froze.  “Oh God, what have I done,” you thought in panic.  “Wow,” he spoke, “You’re beautiful.”  You felt your cheeks turn pink.  You shook off his compliment, “No, no.  I never got to formally introduce myself.  I’m Y/N Parker.  And yes, I am behind the mask.  Hope you aren’t disappointed.”  He shook his head, “I’m not disappointed at all.  I’m pleasantly surprised.”  Your face flooded with color again and you chuckled slightly.  “So,” you changed the subject, “You ready to walk?”  He smiled at you, “I’d be happy to walk with you anywhere, Y/N.”  

The two of you headed out.  You talked about what being a superhero from a young age was like, about how much you missed your friends and a normal life.  Quentin told you a story about what life was like for him before everything happened.  He told you about his family which he has lost.  The two of you sharing made you feel better about revealing who you are to him.  Your guard had been up nonstop since the giant fight with Thanos.  It was hard for you to allow new people into your life.  You had pushed away your friends from school, it was easier since they had blipped and you didn’t.  You regretted isolating yourself.  

Quentin went inside a restaurant and ordered food for the both of you then you both walked back.  Of course the two of you could not go out without him getting recognized.  He is the most popular hero on the scene right now.  A couple of girls your age ran up confirming it was him and snapping a picture with him.  One of them making a quick comment about how handsome he was, and you couldn’t help the slight feeling of jealousy in your stomach.  You shook the feeling off, the two of you were not dating.  You were thankful the girls only took a picture of him and did not snap a photo of you together.  It would be suspicious for a picture of Mysterio with a random girl to surface once you two are inevitably spotted together as heroes.  He walked back over to you and smiled.  “Super star, eh?” You jabbed at him.  He blew his breath out and smiled, “No... you think so?”  You laughed with him, 

Your guard was lower than it had been in years.  You felt a weight you'd been carrying for a while begin to lift.  You could not deny the slight crush you were developing on Quentin.  He was charming and funny.  Not to mention handsome.  You enjoyed his company.  He attempted to take your hand in his causing you to jump at the sudden touch.  “Oh- Sorry,” Quentin’s face flushed with embarrassment.  You shook your head, “No-No you’re fine.  Just caught me off guard is all.”  It was strange that your body did not warn you of him about to touch you.  You must have sensed no danger on him.  This was new for you.  The rest of the walk was silent between you two.  

You returned back to your hotel room with the food.  You could not help but feel embarrassment for making what was developing between you two awkward.  You were beating yourself up and on top of it, your room key decided to give you a hard time.  You leaned your head against the hotel door, sighing in frustration.  You felt Quentin get closer to you, reaching for your wrist to help you with the door key.  “You just have to give it a little longer,” he spoke softly.  The door clicked and you tried the handle again.  It opened.  “Thank you,” you mumbled looking at him.  He was smiling at you.  

The two of you sat at the tiny coffee table together.  He pulled the food out of the bags, handing you yours first.  You picked at your food, too anxious to really eat.  There were a billion things on your mind, yet you could not focus on one of them.  “Y/N?”  You had gotten lost in your own thoughts.  “Sorry, just a lot on my mind,” you shot a fake smile at him.  He reached across the table and placed his hand on yours, “You can talk to me.”  You sighed.  Struggling to look at him, “Fury just puts so much pressure on me.  It’s like he expects me to... I don't know.  I barely know what I’m doing.”  Quentin squeezed your hand slightly, “Fury believes in you.  He knows you can be the next Iron Man.  The next leader of the Avengers!”  You chuckled, “I don’t want to be the next Iron Man.  Tony... he never wanted me to end up like him.  I love being a hero, but I’m a friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl.  I wasn’t ready to fight a giant titan in space and nearly die.”  There was a silence between you both.  You sure did know how to get people to stop talking to you, didn’t you?  You felt tears building up in your eyes.  Quentin caressed your hand with one of his fingers, “It’s okay to be scared, Y/N.  You haven’t had a break.”  You looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you.”  His gaze lingered on you.  You felt your cheeks growing a little pink.  “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.  I wish we had met under different circumstances,” Quentin intertwined fingers with you.  

You both finished what you wanted of your food then sat on your separate beds.  You scrolled mindlessly on your phone for a bit.  Of course, videos of Mysterio were everywhere.  The public adored him worldwide.  You were happy to be working with him.  You stretched slightly and stood up, “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”  Quentin mumbled an “Okay” not looking up from his book.  You walked into the tiny bathroom and splashed some water in your face.  You changed into some sleep shorts and a tank top.  You were brushing your teeth when he knocked on the door.  

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” 

That’s weird...

“Sure, I’m decent,” you joked.  

Quentin opened the door only wearing his boxers.  You looked at him in the mirror and an indistinguishable look was on his face.  He walked up to you slowly, wrapping his hands around your waist.  He made sure his hands ran over every inch of your skin until they met for him to pull you close.  You felt chills run all over your body.  He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the mirror.  His beard hairs tickled your exposed skin.  You wanted to ask what he wanted, but you knew.  You decided to just enjoy this intimacy.  He began to kiss your shoulder, all the way up to your neck.  You could feel something poking your back.  Your body was flooding with heat.  Could you really be this vulnerable with someone?  You were loving the attention his mouth was giving to your neck.  You placed one of your hands on his head, groaning with pleasure.  

“Quentin?”

“Yes?,” he mumbled into your neck.  

“What exactly are you trying to do?” you smiled softly at him in the mirror.  

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he kissed your neck more.  

You can’t do this.  Not yet.  

You tugged at his arms around you, turning to face him.  “Don’t... don’t be mad at me,” you sighed.  He smiled softly at you, “I would never be mad at you for telling me no when you aren’t ready.”  He cupped your cheek, you closed your eyes enjoying his touch.  “I... I’m so exhausted.  You make me feel so safe... I think this is the first time I have relaxed in years,” you kissed his palm.  “Let’s get you to bed then,” he grabbed your hand and led you to your bed.  You both crawled into your beds.  You rolled over to look at him from the other side.  He was smiling at you.  

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he spoke softly leaning for the lamp.  

“Goodnight, Quinn,” you yawned.  

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END PART 1

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“I say we destroy her, now!” I’m cringe and I’m free.

[cryptid-writing]

Write about you and mysterio kissing and holdings hands 🔫

🔫 Date night at the Mysterium.

"Closed for maintenance" haha.. He's giving me a private personal demonstration of what that facility is truly capable of. a grand display of the possible illusions he could conjure up with it. imagination's the limit.

Canoodling inside the Mysterium. inside whatever simulation he cooked up. oh, how wonderful that would be

You know he'd be gentle and nervous to ruin this perfect night, this perfect moment alone. He would just melt in the embrace, the love, the affection. Been a long time since he had something so genuine, someone so sincere. 💕

I know this man is the romantic type. I just KNOW Mysterio is a romantic type of guy who would spoil his partner rotten with affection and gifts of all shapes and sizes, and all kinds of forms his love will take.

simultaneously go-big-or-go-home and an appreciator of the little things that go a long way. less is more, as they say! his displays of love vary in being grandiose or subtle and sweet, but never without passion. Always always with a passion to make you melt in his hands.

and I am so easy for him to turn into putty 💖

[kalam1ty]

Miraculous Ladybug ahh dynamic

[futureplayboibunnie]

Aphrodesiacs Pt.6

Miguel O’Hara x fem! spidey! reader

You and Miguel O’Hara were bitten by the same spider…what could possibly happen?

i’m back i’m back i’m back!

NSFW 18+ as always

It was the same old story, same old Miguel falling in the continuous spiral of something that he has long past an issue. The further this continued, it felt like another mistake living deep in chest. But he knew that this was objectively the right thing to do. Miguel blocked your number and broke his phone.

His stance remained firm and exhausted in same old boyishly endearing Miguel fashion, Peter B was standing next to him or something, saying whatever remark or sly jab at Miguel’s signature silent brooding. He wasn’t paying attention, words fell on deaf ears and he seemed even more disinterested in everything that was being uttered to him. It was like phasing out was a pitiful second instinct. All he seemed concentrated on was you, your tender sighs and sweet lips he could practically feel wet as you breathed over the phone. You were very brazen that night, it was surprising and refreshing in equal tandem. He would shut your vulgar mouth with his cock instead, he’d slap your cheeks raw with it and then slap his tip against your tongue until you’re begging him to just shove it in.

“Miguel? Buddy, you listening? Are you high or something?” Peter snapped his fingers in front of Miguel’s unappeased and unkind face to drag him away from something he never thought he would be: unfocused.

“Stop bothering me. I’m busy.” He huffed in response, his body language radiating stress. He was trying to occupy himself with working on some new tech but he couldn’t get that right either. If anything, Miguel needed to be bothered. Peter looked unimpressed and continued to be a pest warmly, in true Peter quips.

“Well it’s not my fault you’re acting all floozy and whistful into the horizon. When was the last time you even left here man?” Peter groans and grabs his cheeks like a mother would do to a small child, inspecting him gratuituously.

“Peter. Come on stop it.” Miguel grumbled lowly, not wantingto snap at him at the fullest terrifying extent he knew himself to be capable of. Peter squeezed his cheeks harder.

“You’re so damn pale…you’re like a vampire.” Peter chuckled at the inside joke that everyone actually believed that Miguel was a vampire ninja, he felt himself lighten up a little at that but he chose not to show it. Peter gasps in faux horror. “That beautiful warm golden honey glow is fading away with every second you’re here in your batcave.”

Miguel didn’t know what to say, the only time he’s ever left HQ is to go home and when he couldn’t sleep, which was always, he came back. Failing himself and everyone around him miserably. His mood strayed at the thought, but it was true. He wasn’t doing any good here, he wasn’t doing any good for you but he couldn’t tell Peter that. No one knew what was happening to him, only you, Jess and Lyla.

“Listen man, you need to get out of here. And it just so happens you know a guy who is throwing a cookout at their place back on their dimension. I.E: me.” Peter crossed his arms and looked terribly impressed with himself and Miguel just raised an eyebrow already tired of his neverending theatrics.

“No.” He said simply but firmly.

“Yes.”

“No.” He said more firmly this time.

“Yes.”

“Why?” Miguel snapped his gaze back at him, looking slightly agited but Peter wasn’t the only one with balls, he groaned out frustratedly at his candor.

“The Mysterio anomaly last week took 20 years off my already fantastic life and I need a break from it, so do you man. Plus my wife is way more unkind and insistent than me so she’ll be back to pull you by the ear so consider me a friendly warning.” Peter looked irked as he tapped his foot, waiting for a response that deserved a punch in the gut.

Miguel was in a state of bewildered shock, all he could let out was an eye twitch. He was so frustrated with you, with all of this that his nerve endings were on the outskirts of thoroughly cooked and fried with boundless anger. Every day his patience was stretching and every day was starting to feel like a losing battle but he had to keep reminding himself: it’s for the best, it’s for your own good. He absolutely deplored thinking it let alone repeating it but at this point he was too far gone to not give up now. All he needed was for you to stay away from him. God knows what you’d do to each other. Peter was right though, Miguel had the same routine: HQ, fail to sleep, HQ, avoid. Was it so wrong puncturing the rhythm of this soulless cycle? If he can’t be around you he might as well distract himself im more carefree ways, and he might not even get the opportunity ever again.

Miguel let out a short agitated huff and let out a pitiful yet stern “Fine.”

“I’m so convincing, it’s actually the only thing I have in my repertoire nowadays.” Peter beamed lightly, full of himself as always.

“Wait. I have one condition.” Miguel cut him off, his face mixing between frustration and anxiety.

“Okay?” Peter said hesitantly.

“Y/N can’t be there.” Miguel gaze was peneterating right through Peter, staring daggers into his face at the mere mention of your name. When he said your name he felt his mouth drawl back some drool, even saying your name had him salivating.

“What why?” Peter looked visibly confused at something so seemingly random. “I mean that’s gonna be quite difficult because her and my wife are actually the ones that are cooking for us sooo….No can do.”

Miguel looked like he got hit in the face with a brick, he was vacant and blank yet his eyes were slowly creasing, wincing at Peter for a split second and then groaning out in frustration, he almost sounded like a pained animal. God, this sweet torture.

“Lie to her. Make something up and get her to not go.” Miguel snarled poisonously, his true ferocity only showing just a fraction as it gleamed over twice in his eyes, Peter noticed it and decided not to press him further

“Okay.” Peter said hesitantly, attempting to sound cordial but he couldn't help but still be confused. This was all supposed to be for fun, he didn't want to randomly exclude people for no apparent reason. He couldn't argue with Miguel on it anyway, once his mind was set on something, Peter knew it was nearly impossible to knock it down.

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Miguel's mouth went dry, his lips curled down into a crooked frown when he realized what he was about to walk into. Swimming was so pointless. Why the hell was he being coaxed into entertaining such petty things? He couldn't remember the last time he had relaxed or done something remotely fun, he used to think that working on new tech was 'fun', but now it was just a distraction to suck him out of the void of desperation. Avoiding it would be even more suspicious this time though, no one had properly seen much of him recently, and part of him wanted to see how everyone was doing. How everyone was doing without him. The thought shook him up. At least you won't be there to make him feel worse or lose any form of self-control. He was hoping it would be a breather from all this torment. It would go either one of two ways: fine or the absolute fucking worst. As always he would prepare for the worst.

Miguel arrived with a grimace he was trying to conceal, his weak smile when greeting Peter at the door was absolutely endearing and he hated it. He just had to remain calm for a few hours, show his face briefly, light conversation preferably about work and not leisure, he didn't need to grin he just had to bear it. Peter's house was in a quaint little suburb, Miguel threw his jacket in the bathroom and followed Peter when he led him to the back garden he was surprised to see that the pool was big and deep. Multiple Spideys were wilding out in it, having fun for once, not burdened by the consistent pressure to be a hero...like Miguel would put on them.

He frowned. And then his heart pulsated erratically.

Shit.

Of course.

Lord above save him.

Miguel's eyes scanned wildly around and then his gaze landed on you. His living breathing torment. You. Sprawled out on a sunbed, stomach down, kicking your feet as you drank in the golden sun, liquid rays pouring on every inch of your bikini-clad skin. God, it barely covered anything. Your back dipped and the curve of your ass was on full display. Miguel's face dropped into a mindless gawk, eyes wide and mouth agape, he swallowed when he saw what MJ was doing. She was rubbing your back down with sunscreen or tanning oil or whatever, he stood there looking like a complete idiot as he stared at you. You looked so blissed out, letting your eyes flutter as a lazy smile painted your face.

This was awful.

He was lying.

This was perfect. So damn perfect. A wet dream was written out in front of his eyes

His eyes then snapped to Peter, and an anxious yet irritated glare pierced right through him. “Why is she here?” Miguel gritted through clenched teeth. Peter just elbowed him playfully.

“Get your talons out of your ass and have fun man. Does it really matter? Wait did you...You and her-? Oh, you did that's why.” Peter chided, elbowing him in the bicep as if he uncovered the truth of ali of his schemes. “Hey man, I'm not judging you.”

Peter walked away chuckling and Miguel's gawk became even more apparent when you opened your eyes and they directly met his. When you saw him, you were sure you could've finished right then and there, eyes gleaming and wide and lips instinctively wetting. Why did he have to be so insanely hot? It's cruel and inhumane. He was wearing a grey compression shirt that fit him so damn tight and some black swimming shorts that made his thighs look beefy as fuck. You didn't even think he'd come, but obviously, Peter had to lure the snake away. You hadn't talked to him since you spoke on the phone and even then you promised you would go back to avoiding each other. He was just keeping that promise no matter how much it pained him. Especially in that tiny little bikini. The gaze you shared felt like it had been going on for hours, Miguel shook his head and grunted before turning his back to leave. This was a huge mistake. You looked so incredible it was making him lose it.

“Oh, it looks like Miguel got here.” MJ teased but you didn't even care enough to listen, you panted heavily and loosened out of her hold and rolled onto the floor and scrambled yourself up and practically rushed inside.

Pathetic and desperate didn't even begin to cover it at this point.

Miguel went into the bathroom to get his jacket, mumbling with a stern look on his face, that little v forming in between his eyebrows whenever he furrowed his brows. He quickly glanced in the mirror and took a minute to contemplate his purpose, he was sweating and the hair on his body stood to attention, it was the moment before being struck by lightning but a thousand times worse. He raked his hands through his hair, rubbed his eyes, and went to leave. When he opened them you were at the doorway. Getting closer to him. And then you closed the door behind you and leaned on it. Miguel just took and deep breath and sighed once your scorching gazes connected again. You could feel your bones going limp as he practically stared a hole into your face

He could see every dip and curve of your body, the thin fabric of your bikini covered so little but he already knew what was under it. He wanted to feel it. He needed to feel it. You had this confused aloof look on your face, a pretty pink stain on your lips and cheeks, eyes sparking with a sincere desperation that you couldn't hide when you were this close.

“Thanks for getting rid of the restriction on my watch, that was very philanthropic of you.” Your lips curved into a jagged scowl as you quipped sarcastically, and you crossed your arms like you were in a huff but Miguel wasn't thinking clearly.

“Thought we said we go back to avoiding each other.” Miguel raised an eyebrow at you. You were shining under the dim bathroom lights, the tanning oil that MJ put on you causing your skin to gleam and shimmer, your scent and skin were driving him crazy but he had to hold it together. It was all he had left.

You paused, taking yourself off the door and taking a few small steps closer to him.

“You know as much as I do that I wouldn't have been able to do that.” You whisper, blinking up at him.

“Don't give me that look.” Miguel averted his gaze elsewhere to the pale walls of the bathroom but like a magnet, his eyes always drew back to you. He was staring at your lips. Sweet yet cunning. Mesmerisingly calculating.

“Does it make me a bad person that I want to see you break?” You smiled slyly at him, half joking half not.

“Today's not that day.” He smirked, almost teasing you. It was like a second instinct, to butter you up and then leave you on edge. Miguel brushed passed you and you scoffed at his reply.

“Ouch.” You giggled dryly. “Fine. Let's manage then.” You rolled your eyes and he just let out a neutral 'hmm."

Miguel's hand went to the door handle and he tried to pry it open, not thinking anything of it initially but the handle wouldn't budge. He cocked an eyebrow, confused at his lack of strength. Then he tried again. It still wouldn't move.

“Ugh, what's taking so long? Open the door.” You groaned before turning around to see that he physically couldn't open the door. It was stuck.

"No. No. This can't be happening.” He mumbled with a strain under his breath, his eyes shot open and a confused look washed over his face, then it turned to anger. White hot anger.

“Move.” You grunted and then elbowed him to the side, the small brush of skin was enough to send sparks alighting under both of you. Ignoring it as per usual, you pulled on the handle, your grip tightened and even with all vour might it still wouldn't fucking open.

"Oh my fucking God.” Miguel buried his head in his hands and paced around as you continued to try and pry the door open, groaning and failing miserably.

“We're stuck in here.”

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IM BACK FROM VACAY MORE CHAPTERS V SOON!

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[dreamywriter143]

Web of Destiny

Status: Part One

Paring: Miguel O’hara x SpiderReader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Enemies-to-Lovers Troupe, RudeMiguel, BubblyReader, Swearing, Hidden Sexual Tension, femReader, Pinning, Flirting.

Summary: Hobie and Gwen successfully apprehend a Mysterio anomaly from Earth-618 with the help of that universes Spider-person. Amazed by her skills they decided to bring her back to Nueva York. Much to Miguel’s dismay.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: My first Miguel x Reader fic! I’m super nervous but I hope you guys like it! Also, Reader is a Silk variant. Instead of Cindy Moon getting bit after Peter, it was Y/n. (Additional info at the end)

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My name is Y/n L/n. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last three years, I've been the one and only Silk.

I’m pretty sure you guys know the rest. I saved the city bunch of times, made great friends along the way. Saved the city from collapsing into itself, found out I wasn’t the only Spider-person in my universe. Saved the city again. Saved my uncle. I couldn't save my best friend, Cindy Moon, so now I save everyone else.

Despite all that, I love being Silk. Because no matter how hard I fall, I always get back up. I’m just your friendly neighborhood Silk.

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“Lyla, what is it this time?” Miguel groans, swiping a screen to the side with a flick of his hand. His watch lights with a familiar ring just as his trusty assistant pops out of thin air, pacing around nervously. 

Lyla chuckles apprehensively, her lips forming into a nervous smile, “Uh-well. We have a tiny situation”, She brings her indent and thumb close together to show how minuscule the problem was at hand. 

Miguel’s eyes crease together in disappointment, a groan slipping past his lips. He begins to lower the podium towards the ground while cursing incoherently under his breath.

 

“How tiny?” 

“You’ll barely notice it!” She tries to assure, her smile twitching under his unimpressed glare.

Letting out a defeated sigh he turns the transmission off, turning to face the entrance. His head tilts to the side, hearing hurried footsteps walking towards his room, just as he steps down to the leveled floor. His hand rests against his hips, waiting for the doors to slam open. 

As if one cue the door opens wide, Hobie walks in with a bounce to his steps. He flashes Miguel a lopsided smile as Gwen follows behind him, followed by an unknown Spider. Miguel clenches his jaw feeling his body tingle at the sensation of the girl. She was a spider alright, but why was she here? Miguel raises an eyebrow as his eyes trace over the new female. 

Her tightly secured spandex suit did not bear the traditional spider-person colors. It was black and white which was unique but not something new. Her hair was out freely, falling past her shoulders as it swayed along her steps. And surprisingly she didn’t have a full covering mask, but a mask that just covered her jaw all the way up to her nose. 

Miguel clears his throat roughly, seeing how the female caught onto his deep and calculating stare. Her e/c eyes flutter as she too examines him, her eyes trailing from the top of his brown wavy locks all the way down to his torso. Luckily, his mask was off. But that only proved to be a problem as he couldn't help but feel self conscious under the piercing stare. 

“We’re back! It went by smoothly!” Gwen reports, stopping right in front of Miguel. Hobie places his arms across his back nodding sluggishly. 

Miguel huffs out at her words, turning to Hobie who was in charge of the simple mission. His glare alone caused Gwen to shuffle around awkwardly, his unsaid words of disappointment speaking volumes. 

“Hobie, who is this?” Miguel grumbles, his eyes darting to the girl, eyes filled with scrutiny. Upon hearing herself being mentioned the girl takes a step forward, and beside Hobie who shrugs off Miguel’s angered expression. 

“Hello, you're Spider-man 2099? Gotta say I expected someone ... .a little friendlier lookin-” the girl blurts out, his eyes widening at how straight forward her words were. Gwen couldn't help but clear her throat to prevent herself from giggling. 

“-Not saying you're ugly or anything, totally daddy material, but you're missing something, Ya know? Something that gives off the ‘friendly-neighborhood-Spider-man vibes?” She quickly adds, causing Hobie to snicker beside her. The girl blushes slightly, redness spreading from the tops of her cheeks. Miguel turns to face her, his arms leaving his hips to cross over his broad chest. He stares down into her smaller statue with annoyance. 

“Who are you?” He repeats again, his eyes scrunched together into a tight line. The female chuckles, looking in between him and the two other spiders who brought her here. 

“You look stressed, is he stressed?”

“He’s stressed all the time” Hobie adds, smirking when Miguel growls warningly under his breath.

“Jesus, you’re gonna get wrinkles ya know,” 

“You’re very chatty, probably means your canon hasn't happened yet. How long did you say you were Spider-woman for?” Miguel offers an unamused smile, holding nothing but annoyance in his tone. 

“Silk, I go by Silk in my universe,” she replies, mimicking his form by crossing her arms over her chest. Miguel raises an eyebrow, his expression changing to mild confusion. He knew Silk, he had a few Silk’s at headquarters. But this one, the one standing in front of him and peering up into his eyes through her thick lashes, was not the ones he was familiar with. 

She was different, because she made him feel….different. 

“Silk? But you’re not Cindy Moon.” 

The playful smile on the girl's face vanished at his worlds, her arms dropping to her side as her eyes widened, “How did you?….she….” 

Miguel sighs out, moistening his lips ever so slightly as he felt uncomfortable watching her look upset in front of him. A feeling he didn’t quite understand,

“Ahh…I see. She’s your canon?” 

The girl's eyes furrow at his words, puffing out her cheeks out in annoyance, “What’s that supposed to mean? What’s anything supposed to mean! All I know is I was taking names and kicking ass when these-“ the female glances at the two spider people beside her. 

“Spider fella’s show up! They’re the ones who brought me here!”  She states, throwing her hand in the air in frustration. Miguel clenched his jaw, his eyes landing on the slight pout he was able to make out from under her mask. Her large eyes staring into his eyes. 

‘She’s…like a puppy’

A subtle smile twitches along Miguel’s lips, his jaw immediately clenched to prevent the smile from breaking though. Deciding he had heard enough he turns to Hobie.

“Hobie, what’s the meaning of this? I specifically tasked you with bringing back an anomaly, not the Spider-person from that universe,” 

“Technically there is another Spider-person in my universe-“

“Zip it, grown men are talking!” Miguel hisses, his eyes snapping to her momentarily, giving her a warning look. 

“Gosh, I see what you mean. He’s a grump” 

“Miguel, chill. She helped us with the anomaly, I think she’d be a great asset to the team. A great help, honestly. She is quite good” Hobie explains, raising his head in mock surrender at Miguel’s unrelenting gaze. 

“That I am” the girl adds proudly, fist pumping Gwen playfully. 

Miguel tuts at his words, running a hand through his locks. She had a mouth on her that’s for sure, and Miguel didn’t seem to have the energy to deal with that. Not when the entire building was filled with smart-talking Spider-people, 

“I’m not too sure, I don’t know if I want another talkative Spider-person.” 

“Aw C’mon! She’s great! Right Gwen?” Hobie argues, glancing at Gwen for assistance, who jolts at being mentioned.

“I-Yes! Her webs come out of her fingertips!” She replies in awe, making the girl chuckle, she turns to Miguel who’s hard expression didn’t change. 

“Stop, you make me blush Gwen, and anyway, if he doesn’t want me I’m totally cool dudes. I know where I’m not wanted” She says softly. SHe gently pets Gwen’s shoulder reassuringly, touring to offer Hobie a smile before she takes a tentative step backwards. Just as she continues her way out Hobie sends a glare to his boss. 

“You sure you want her to leave? She could be an asset.” Hobie adds quietly, his eyes holding determination. Miguel sighs out, rolling his eyes for being so soft.  

“Wait.”

The girl's step came to a halt, throwing her head over her shoulder to glance back at Miguel with some surprise. She didn't think he would be the one to stop her seeing how unwelcoming he was. Now fully turning around to face the three, she places her arms along her hips, eyes squinting in question.

 

 “Hm? What up big ol’ grump?”

Miguel bits his lips, almost drawing blood when his fangs accidentally gaze past his lower lip. He began to regret calling her back. 

“First odd, stop with the nicknames. It’s childish. And second, I’ll allow it but as long as you're under surveillance for the first couple of months,” 

“Seriously?” her eyes widened, not believing that she was being given a chance. Gwen fist-pumps the air at Miguels words in happiness. 

Seeing how Miguel waited patiently for her response, the girl clears her throat. Her hand reached up to the top trace over her mask. “Sure, sounds good to me. I don’t mind!”. As she pulls her mask down, Miguel’s breaths come to a halt. 

If he thought her figure, her hair, her eyes were beautiful. It was nothing compared to her face. Her plump lips form into an amused smile, her eyes crinkling as Miguel openly gawks at her full appearance. 

The buzzing in the back of his mind that had been bothering him the moment she stepped into the confines of the room coming back at full force. Miuguel couldn't help but clench his fists, casting his eyes away from her. He didn't know what he was feeling, but his heart was racing erratically against his chest. And he was certain it could be heard. Miguel roughly clears his throat awkwardly to gain composure. 

“So, who's assigned to me?” the girl asks nonchalantly, walking back to the trio, absentmindedly twirling her mask. 

Ather question Hobie stand up straighter, smiling wide, “I can-”

“I will.” 

Miguel blurts out, his words causing Hibie to shoot him an amused glace, his smirk playing along his lips. Moiguel catches how the girl slightly cringes at his words, probably afraid of being with someone as intimidating as him. 

Feeling all eyes on him, he clears his throat, walking over to stand directly in front of her. Now that he was this close he was surprised how tiny she was compared to his buff and enormous stature. 

“I will watch over you for a few months, if you are not performing well enough I’m sending you back to your universe. Got it?” he says sternly, ignoring the fluttering deep within his gut. Maybe it was telling him how hellish the next few months would be with such a bubbly character.

The girl lets out a silvery laugh at his rough time, raising her hand in mock surrender. Her chest vibrates with amusement which makes Miguel gulp nervously at the sight. 

“Yes sir! Sounds good, when is the next mission chief?” 

“Don’t. Just call me Miguel” 

“Alright, Miguel, I’m Y/n L/n.” 

~~~~~~~~

“Wow, this is sick!” Y/n murmurs, twirling her wrist adorned with the newly made device. She was so bust inspecting every crevice of the devolve that she missed how Miguel rolled his eyes. Half in annoyance and half in amusement. 

“So this is what allows you to jump universes? That is so cool, this is giving ‘Back to The Future’ vibes” She chuckles as Miguel activates his suit, his mask covering his face from view. 

“Be careful with that, it's a very important technology. Don’t go playing a round with it-” Miguel warns, pointing to his own device. The smirk doesn't leave Y/n’s face as she adjusts her mask in place. 

“- And I’ll know, it also records every universe you enter. So if you so much as play around with it. I will know.” He snarls under his breath, walking past her.  

“Jeez, do you ever lighten up?” 

“Not when I’m burdened with so much, so come along”  Miguel urges, opening a portal a few feet away from them. Y/n works her fingers to detangle her hair watching Miguel step closer into the portal not giving her time to catch up.

 

“W-wait! Why are you rushing me? Wait up!”

“C’mon niña, we don't have all day. '' Miguel growls slowly.

 

“Hey! I’m not a kid!” Y/n argues, stepping right beside him. Migual fails to keep his lips from twitching into a smirk at the fact he understood her. Lucky for him she couldn't see the way his eyes soften with warmth due to his mask. But it only lasted a moment. As he stays quiet for a bit to which she huffs in annoyance, 

“I took Spanish once as an elective. So don't call me kid! It insulting” 

“Fine, I won't call you that.  Now try to catch up….princesa”

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A/N: My first Miguel x Reader Fic! I hope you guys enjoy! Ever since I watched Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse in theatres I’ve been hooked!! Miguel is just *chefs kiss* and being voice by Oscar Isaac is just the cherry on top! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! There might be a Pt2, but that’s only if you guys want it. Other then that, enjoy!! Also this is kind of a test to see if anyone would be interested in this fic idea.

*Still under editing, excuse any mistakes, grammatical errors and spell checks*

Also, some background into on Silk if you guys don’t know:

Got bit by the same Spider as Peter Parker

In her universe there is two spider-people (herself and Spider-Man)

She has enhanced Spidey sense called a Silk-sense

Has organic webbing that shoot through her fingertips

Spider-Man and Y/n work together, they also know each others secret identities

Cindy Moon from Y/n’s universe is dead

Spider-Man and Y/n don’t have any sexual attraction to one another, they’re just real good friends (like how Cindy and Peter are in the comics)

[rebelliousstories]

Dating Quentin Beck/ Mysterio…

Relationship: Quentin Beck (Mysterio) x Reader

Fandom: Spider-Man: Far From Home

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 393

Main Masterlist: Here

Jake Gyllenhaal & Co. Masterlist: Here

Summary: Some headcanons of mine about dating Quentin Beck

* Quentin doesn’t trust a lot of people. That’s a given.

* But I could see him having his person that all of his self imposed rules go out the door for

* Just one person, his s/o, that he could spill all of his secrets too, brag about inventions, get input on whatever

* You may not have to hate Tony Stark as much as him, but you can’t like him at all either

* I feel like when he gets in after a long night of planning, and it’s already almost 5:00 A.M., he preps stuff to make for breakfast and then goes to bed

* He’s up anyways

* Why should you have to make him food from scratch?

* Tell me why, on that note, he looks like a sweet breakfast man?

* Quentin looks like he might have a side of sausage, bacon, or eggs, but he’s filling up with some pancakes or French toast

* He has two other meals if he remembers to eat in the the day that he can eat savory and heavy protein

* Mornings are for pancakes, coffee, and sitting in his lap to let him feed you

* His love language is definitely acts of service

* Computer won’t work? He’s not only fixed it, but he’s made it run better than before.

* Running late? He warms up the shower so that you can spend that time getting your outfit laid out.

* Quentin needs you to give him praise

* Any comment you make, he will remember throughout the day to keep him from getting physically violent with his team

* Also, if you leave any sticky notes or just notes in general around for him, he cherishes them like they’re made of gold.

* Quentin keeps a box of momentos in a shoe box underneath his bed that had ticket stubs, Polaroids, those aforementioned notes, etc. etc.

* A particular favorite photo of you two from a date to the carnival that was in town is kept in his Mysterio suit

* Fully uses it and a ring to convince everyone that your his wife

* Although if you two are actually married, he just uses a picture from your wedding day and he doesn’t even have to make the paper look old and worn because he traces your face so much and handles it so much that he doesn’t need to do anything extra

* Anyways…

[sarahsmi13s]

A Sibling's Promise

whumptober day 12: character death

pairing: peter parker x older sister!reader

characters: peter parker, sister!reader, happy hogan, mj, ned, the avengers, may, mysterio

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, canon events in the mcu, blood, crying, parental death, sibling death, character death, very time jumpy, let me know if i missed any!

word count: ~3.3k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

this is remastered from my wattpad, so i have permission. this is under the title "multiverse pt 1"

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: a sibling's promise is one that can stand the test of time. it's a promise that can be fulfilled at any moment, even in death

It was dark and it was hot. You had a hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing. "Come on! Where are you?" Your eyes widened, he was close. "I'm gonna find you." 

He was right there.

Suddenly light flooded your vision. "No! I've been caught by the mighty Iron Man!" You dramatically flopped out of the closet door onto the floor. Peter laughed and placed his feet on either side of your torso. 

You laughed, sitting up to catch the 8 year-old in your arms. "No, now I've been caught," he pulled off his plastic Iron Man mask. "Yes you have, and now I'm gonna use your weakness against you!" "Iron Man has no- AHHH!" You started to tickle him. He became deadweight in your arms, screaming and laughing. You began to laugh too.

He started to fall to the floor. You immediately stopped tickling him and managed to catch his head before it hit the floor. 

You both slowly ceased your laughter, panting a little. "Thanks for playing Iron Man with me, Y/N." Peter hugged you. "Of course, Petey." "Thanks for protecting my head too." You smiled, "I'll always protect you, Peter." You hugged him a little tighter before getting up off the floor.

You brushed off your pants and sighed. "Pete, why don't you go clean up? I'll meet you in the kitchen iiinnn 10 minutes?" "Make it 8." You shrugged, "8 it is." 

Peter rushed to put his toys away and wash his hands. You went to get ready for work.

8 minutes passed and you walked into the kitchen, Peter just finishing up washing his hands. 

He turned, frowning when he saw you in your uniform. "You have to work today?" You nodded, "Yeah, I'm sorry Peter. I got a call, they need me to fill in." "I thought we were gonna play video games and build Legos?" 

You ran your hand through his wavy hair, "How about when I get home, we have a sleepover?" "Can we play video games?" You nodded, "All the games you want." "Even the scary ones?" You winced, "I don-" He gave you the puppy eyes. "Pete- *sigh* I'll think about it." "I'll take it," he hugged you. You laughed and rubbed his back.

"I'm home!" 

"In the kitchen, May!" 

She rushed in, "Hey, you should probably get going, don't want you to be late." You nodded, squeezing Peter's shoulder before you let go. "Okay, I'll be back around 7." 

You walked by Aunt May and she handed you a jacket, "It's supposed to rain. Be careful, and the customer is not always right!" You laughed as you went out the door, shrugging the windbreaker onto your shoulders.

As you move to close the door you turn to Peter. He waved, smiling, "Hi, Y/N." You smile and wave to him, "Hi, Peter."

(SM:Homecoming)

You burst into Peter's room. 

"You're Spider-Man!?" 

Peter screamed and fell out of his chair, "Shhh! Keep your voice down!" He ran up to you, shushing you. 

"You're Spider-Man?!" You whisper yelled as you closed his door. "How did you find out?" "You're not the best at keeping secrets, Pete." He scoffed, offended, "What? I am great at keeping secrets." "Really? You sure? Cause I remember when I got my first boyfriend, and told you not to tell May." 

"And I didn't!" He defended. "You so did! The day after I told you May immediately gave me the safe-sex talk." Peter shrugged, "Everyone needs to hear that-" "I was 17!" "Well, in my defense, you shouldn't have told a 9 year-old to keep a secret." You rolled your eyes, "Whatever."

You sighed and put your hands on your hips, "How long?" 

"What?" 

"How long have you had powers?" 

"Since I was 14." "14!?" He flinched slightly at your volume. 

You sighed and ran a hand down your face, "Did you fight in the Avengers 'Civil War'?" He opened his mouth. "Don't lie to me." He sighed, "Yes, but I-" "Just be careful, please." 

He heard the desperation in your tone and he nodded, looking into your eyes, "Of course." "Because I couldn't live with myself if-" He grabbed your shoulders, "Hey-hey, I'm gonna be okay. I'll be careful, I promise." 

He ran his hand down the side of your head, attempting to comfort you, “I promise.” You nodded, grabbing his hand. "Just please, don't tell May. I don't want her to know just yet." You nodded again, "Of course. Secrets safe with me. What else are big sisters for?" He smiled and hugged you. "Thank you."

It was silent for a moment. "Now I wish I never turned down the internship after the Battle of New York."

(Avengers: Infinity War)

Peter looked at Tony, panic in his eyes. "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good." 

"You're okay, you're okay." 

"I don't -- I don't know what's happening." Tony caught him as his legs dusted beneath him. "I don't wanna go Mr. Stark, please. I don't wanna go. I can't go. I can't leave her..." 

Tony laid him down, gripping his hand as he dusted away. "Tell her I'm sorry, please. I broke my promise..." "I'll tell her, kid." He looked at Tony, "I'm sorry..."

(between Infinity War and Endgame)

You bounced your leg as you waited for Peter to walk through your door, or Stephen to open a portal in your kitchen. Ned had immediately called you when Peter got off the bus and Wong called you about Stephen. You knew May was gone. You watched her dust in front of you.

Now you waited. Hope still filling your chest as you waited for a sign they both were okay.

When someone knocked at your door, you bolted to it. 

Only for you to open it and find Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff at your door. "Hey, can I help you?" Steve's frown was prominent and Nat's eyes were red. "Y/N Parker?" You nodded, crossing your arms as your nerves set in. "We need you to come with us, it's important." You didn't question it and left with them.

You ran into the Compound, Steve and Nat calling for you to wait. But you didn't hear them, your sole focus was running in there and finding Peter, alive.

"Peter?! Peter!" 

You ran into a room, seeing some Avengers you recognized and a few you didn't. "Uh, hi," you greeted. "Um, have you seen a 16/17 year-old boy? About this tall, brown hair, brown eyes, probably had a red and blue suit on." 

The group gave you a look of sympathy, but not an answer. "Please, I just need to know-" 

"Y/N?" 

You turned to see Tony on a hospital bed. "Tony!" You jogged up to him. "Where's Peter?"

Tony couldn't look you in the eyes. "Tony... Where's Peter?" "I'm so sorry, Y/N..."

You felt like throwing up. "No. No. Tony, this isn't funny. Don't lie to me." "I'm not lying Y/N." You shook your head, not bothering to hold your tears back. "He told me to tell you that he's sorry, for breaking his promise..." Your knees gave out, sending you straight to the floor.

You broke down, clutching your chest as you gasped for air. Nat was by your side, catching you when you tackled her, gripping at her clothes. She rubbed your back in comfort, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." "I promised..."

She pulled you back to look at you, "Promised?" "I promised Mom and Dad that I would keep him safe. That I would protect him. I promised him that I would protect him. That's what big sisters do. They protect their little siblings."

Nat bit her lip and pulled you in again as you cried, sobbing for your little brother and praying this was just a sick dream.

(post Endgame)

Tony called you the moment he figured out time travel, saying that he's not sure if it will work but thought you deserved to know. You were equally grateful and terrified about it.

But now you were pacing your kitchen. Aunt May had called you from a random phone, so you knew it worked. May was on her way, you having moved since the Blip. Tony had a house built for you, feeling like he owed you in some way.

A knock broke your trance and you looked to the door. You hesitated, not being 100% sure it was Peter. Then you heard his voice, "Y/N, Ms. Potts said you would be here. It's-it's Peter."

You broke out into a tear-filled smile, rushing to the door.

You pulled the door open, revealing a very disheveled, but alive, Peter.

You smiled, embracing him. "Pete, oh God, you're back. You're back." He hugged you, crying into your shoulder, "Is-Is May-" You nodded, pulling back to hold his face, "She's on her way. She blipped too…"

Peter's face softened, "Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry. You were alone, I'm-" You shook your head, "No, Pete, please don't apologize." You smiled, tears falling as you moved his dirty hair out of his face.

He rested his forehead on yours, "I broke my promise…" You shook your head, "It was a ridiculous promise…" He chuckled before falling to your shoulder in tears.

"Peter, what's wrong?"

"Tony's gone… He sacrificed himself to defeat Thanos." You gripped onto Peter, "Pete.. I'm so sorry."

You moved him to the couch, not caring if he was gonna get your couch dirty, he needed you.

(Far From Home)

Peter limped across the bridge, looking for a way to get up to Mysterio. 

"Peter?" He turned, the eyes on his mask widening in panic. 

"No, no, no. Y/N you have to leave, it's not safe." He did his best to hide his limp from you as you looked him over. "Peter," you looked around, taking in the damage. "Are you okay?" He nodded playing it off, despite knowing you can see right through it. 

"Please get out of here, I can't let him hurt you. Please go find Happy," he turned you and tried to push you away. You fought back, "No, Pete. I'm not leaving you." "Please you have to. I can't let you get hurt," he grabbed the sides of your head. "Please. I can't get you killed." You shook your head, "I'm not leaving." 

"Will you please stop being so damn stubborn!?" Peter threw his hands up. "I'm your big sister! I'm supposed to protect you! It's my job!" 

"Y/N... please, let me protect you this time. Let me be a good brother." You looked down, biting your lip with your hands on your hips, "You're the best brother." He hugged you. "Go get 'em, Pete." You couldn't see his smile but you knew it was there.

Mysterio had watched the whole interaction, smiling as he found another weakness for Peter. He smirked as you walked away and prepared for Peter's attack.

Once he had Peter preoccupied with fighting his drones, Mysterio managed to use his illusion tech to lure you back.

"Y/N! Y/N, help! Help me!" 

You wiped around to see Peter on the ground. You didn't hesitate to run back and help. 

"Peter!" You fell to your knees beside him, looking him over, "Where are you hurt?" "Everywhere, it hurts everywhere." 

Just then, you remembered what Peter told you over the phone, All of the attacks are fake. He uses some sort of illusion tech. And you remembered the look on his face, how he had to be sure it was you.

"Peter, did I date during the blip?" It furrows its brows, "Why would you ask me that right now?" "Please, just answer me." 

It sighed, "We've never talked about the blip." You gave him a tight smile, "You're right, I just had to be sure." You and Peter actually talked about the 5 years he had been gone quite often. Just to help him catch up on pop culture. 

This wasn't your Peter and you need to escape it.

Finally you decided to just run for it, "I think I hear medics, Peter. I'm gonna go get them. Just stay here, okay?" The illusion nodded, shifting while groaning in pain. You got up and sped walked towards the exit.

In your escape, you felt a shooting pain in your leg and you fell, "Shit!" "Too smart for your own good, Y/N," Beck sighed. You turned to see the drone. "You won't win," you spat through gritted teeth. "I already have," the drone shot you in the stomach before freeing some rubble above you, trapping you under broken concrete.

MJ ran onto the bridge, looking everywhere for Peter. 

She saw him coming towards her, mask off and limping. 

He looked up and saw her, "MJ." She dropped her mace, "Hey." 

They ran at each other and embraced, "Are you okay?" "I'm okay, are you okay?" Peter asked, hugging her tighter. "Yeah." 

"Everybody else okay?" "Everyone's okay." 

"What happened?" "The-the drones, they were following us. Th-then they just stopped," MJ didn't let go of Peter. "Was that you?" "Yeah." They pulled away from the hug. "Did you get him?" Peter looked down with a small nod, "Yeah."

MJ pointed at the mace, "Well, I-uh-brought that. In case you needed some help." They both chuckled dryly, "Thanks." 

"Anyway-uh- there's this sweaty guy, in the tower with us. I think he works with you, or something." Peter furrowed his brows, confused for a second before he realized she was talking about Happy. 

"He-he -um- gave me this," she held out the broken Black Dahlia necklace. Peter gasped, "No, no! Oh, MJ, oh I'm so sorry. I had this plan, this stupid plan, and I wrote it all down, and I was gonna buy you this, give it to you in Paris-" MJ kissed him, cutting off his rant.

He looked at her stunned and she gave him a small smile. "Aaand you kissed me. What?" "I don't have a lot of luck when it comes to getting close to people...um... so I lied. I wasn't just watching you because I thought you were Spider-Man." Peter chuckled, "That's great."

She looked down at the necklace, "Black Dahlia like-" "Like the murder," they said at the same time. "Yeah," Peter laughed a little before looking at the broken necklace, "I'm sorry it's broken." MJ looked down at it, playing with it, "I actually think I like it better broken." Peter smiled, nodding. 

When are you gonna tell her Pete? - Y/N have got a plan. - Plans are for nerds, Peter. Just tell her.

He smiled as he remembered your words, "I really like you." MJ smiled, "I really like you too." Peter smiled before they kissed, pulling away just to come back and kiss again.

When they pulled away again MJ left to go back to the class. "Hey, MJ?" She turned, "Yeah?" "When you see Y/N, tell her I'm okay, please." She nodded, "Of course." Peter nodded and turned to get out of his suit and meet up with the class.

MJ returned the mace to the tower before running to meet up with the class.

She slowed down when she saw the ambulances and the people getting looked over. 

"MJ, is Peter okay?" She looked at Ned and Happy, "Yeah. Yeah, he's okay. Have you seen Y/N?"

"MJ?" 

The girl turned at the call of her name, gasping when she saw you on the ground. "Y/N!" 

Ned and MJ ran to be at your side. "MJ, Ned, are you guys okay?" They both nodded, looking over your injuries. "Is Peter okay?" "Yeah, yeah he's fine. Are you okay?" You nodded, "Yeah, now that I know you guys are safe."

MJ and Ned looked at your wounds, tears filling their eyes. You had become a big sister to them. And they knew how strong your bond with Peter was. Him and Aunt May were all you had left.

Meanwhile Peter was looking for Happy, "Happy!" 

He ran up to him, "Hey, have you seen Y/N?" Happy gave him a sad smile, Peter being too tired to really see it. "Peter-" 

"Oh my God," Peter saw you over Happy's shoulder. He ran to you, MJ and Ned moving out of the way.

He fell to his knees, taking stock of your injuries. "No... no... no... this wa-wasn't supposed to happen. I-I told you to get off the bridge. Why didn't you leave?" You chuckled, wincing in pain after, "Beck..." Peter noticed your shallow breathing and your heartbeat pounded in his ears. 

"Beck, he-uh-he tricked me... When I noticed it was fake I tried to leave... Then," your back arched as your face scrunched up in pain. Peter shook his head, "Stop talking, help's on the way. Just focus on me, okay?"

He turned, "I need a medic over here, please!" His voice crack made Happy, MJ and Ned flinch.

He turned back to you and your eyes were struggling to stay open. "No, no, Y/N, keep your eyes open. Please, don't- Oh God, this is all my fault." His tears slipped past his eyes, falling onto your clothes. 

You shook your head, "No, Pete, this is not your fault. Please don't blame yourself." "If I would have just kept you in the dark, you wouldn't be here and you," he drew in a shaky breath. "And you would be okay." "I would have found out, you know that," you chuckled, coughing and wincing in pain. 

He nodded, his red and slightly swollen eyes filling with more tears. "What else are big sisters for?" MJ choked out a sob, covering her mouth. 

"That's why you can't leave. I need you. You're my sister, I can't do this without you," his voice went from strong and normal, to weak and a whisper. He cried onto your shoulder, "Please don't go..." 

Happy was looking around, "We need a damn medic! What the hell is taking so long?!" He stomped off, looking for someone to help you.

Your shaking hand came up to run through the short hair at the back of his neck. He sobbed onto your shoulder. "Pete," you brought in a shaky breath. "Pete, please look at me." He looked at you. "I need you to promise me something." He nodded, not trusting his voice. 

"Take care of Aunt May for me." He smiled, nodding, "Of course." "And please, don't stop helping people. They need a hero," you smiled and wiped his tears. "They need you Peter." 

He nodded, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on yours, "Okay." You closed your eyes as well, "And smile, Pete. I'll always be there, okay?" He nodded, "Thank you."

Ned and MJ were crying, both wanting to comfort Peter but knew he needed this. Happy walked up beside them. "Where's the medic?" He shook his head, "There weren't enough ambulances..." "No, she-she can't..." Ned and MJ hugged, crying.

Peter pulled back, frowning at your lack of response. Your eyes were closed, lips parted slightly. "No," he shook his head. "No... no... no... please, oh God, please no."

He shook your shoulders, "No, Y/N, no please..." One of his hands cradled your face, "Please..."

He hung his head, letting out a low, broken, "hello..." Hoping you would say it back, but knowing full well you wouldn't.

Happy sighed, grabbing his shoulder. "Peter, you need to get back with the class..." 

"I can't leave her here." 

"Peter," MJ squatted beside him. "Harrington is looking for us, we need to go..." 

"I can't leave her in a foreign place by herself." 

"I'll take her back. Fury and I will make sure she makes it home, I promise." Peter nodded, squeezing your hand before letting MJ and Ned help him up. 

"Happy?" "Yeah, kid?" "May can't know it was Mysterio... She can't know Y/N was here." Happy nodded, "Of course."

Peter let out a small sob and looked at you one last time, "I'm so sorry."

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[dcxmarvel-interdimensional]

WANTED CHARACTERS

DC Heroes

Batgirl or Oracle / Barbara Gordon

Wonder Woman / Diana Prince

The Flash / Barry Allen

Aquaman / Arthur Curry

Cyborg / Vic Stone

Marvel Heroes

Captain America / Steve Rogers

Doctor Strange / Stephen Strange

Hawkeye / Clint Barton

Falcon / Sam Wilson

Warmachine / James Rhodes

Vision

Black Panther / T'Challa

Ant-Man / Scott Lang

Spider-Gwen / Gwen Stacy

Any Guardians of the Galaxy

DC Villains

Riddler / Edward Nygma

Two-Face / Harvey Dent

Penguin / Oswald Cobblepot

Poison Ivy / Pamela Isley

Bane

Mr. Freeze / Victor Fries

Killer Croc / Waylon Jones

Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane

Lex Luthor

Marvel Villains

Magneto / Erik Leshnerr

Doctor Octopus / Otto Octavius

Kingpin / Wilson Grant Fisk

Prowler / Aaron Davis

The Spot

Carnage

Mysterio

DC Anti-Heroes

Deadshot / Floyd Lawton

Marvel Anti-Heroes

Venom / Eddie Brock

Moon Knight / Marc Spector

Storm / Ororo Munroe

Beast / Hank McCoy

Mystique / Raven Darkhölme

Cyclops / Scott Summers

Shadow Cat / Kitty Pryde

Gambit / Remy LeBeau

The Punisher / Frank Castle

Blade / Frank Blade

Misc. DC

Jim Gordon

Renee Montoya

Lucius Fox

Tiffany Fox

Misc. Marvel

Professor X. / Charles Xavier

Aunt May

Ned Leeds

MJ Watson

Pepper Potts

Jefferson Morales

Rio Morales

Mobius

[ultrabrokengirlposts]

in another life, maybe

pairing: miguel o'hara x spider-person!reader (intended to be afab, but there's no description of the reader :3)

summary: you watch your fiancé die at the hands of a villain. one year later, you get an introduction to the multiverse - and the possibility to be with him again.

warnings: angst, character death, slight and brief description of injury, feels, no use of y/n, this is my first fic so i apologize if this sucks, yes that deserves its own warning, but feel free to give feedback!

word count: 655

two years ago

the vulture had been a pain in your ass ever since he showed up. i mean, come on. He couldn’t have chosen a better bird? or done something cooler? either way, he caused the most amount of damage out of all the bad guys you had faced.

your most recent fight with him had almost been devastating. you weren’t sure what he had against buildings, but he seemed to hate them. 

because, yet again, he had destroyed another building only to disappear to leave you cleaning up the mess. 

you were going back through the building, making sure there weren’t any other injured civilians when you saw him. it felt like your heart had dropped to your stomach. like time was frozen. 

“no, no, no, no-“ you rushed over to him, partially sliding on the ground asyou  reached for him. your hands were shaking. you couldn’t control your breathing. 

under a piece of rubble with a rod through his abdomen laid your fiancé, miguel o’hara. even though he was in pain, he smiled and reached out for you. his hand rested on your masked face, cupping you cheek. then his fingers moved to pull your mask up. you quickly caught his wrist, shaking your head. 

he whispered your name and you let out a choked sob. your  hand dropped from his and he slid the mask the rest of the way off. 

“how? how did you know?” you asked him, trying your best to keep your voice from trembling too much. 

“i’ve known for awhile. because i know you.” he let out a small hiss as he shifted and you grasped at his hand. 

“i. . . it’s gonna be okay. i’m gonna get you help and everything is gonna be fine.” you moved to stand but he pulled you back down. your gaze fell to his, an incredulous look on your face. 

“it’s okay. you saved everyone else.” you shook your head, your eyes red from the tears running in streams down your cheeks. 

“no, miguel, i’m not leaving you. i can’t leave you.” your shoulders were starting to shake as you tried to hold in your sobs. 

“i love you, mi corazón.” his voice was sounding weaker. “and i wish that we could’ve had more time. in another life, maybe.” he pulled you down, kissing you softly as you cried. 

and it wasn’t long after that you heard his heart stop. his breathing stop. 

the officers, paramedics, anyone around the scene say they could hear the most heart wrenching wail come from the collapsed building. but when the officers went to investigate, all they found was a body.

one year later / one year ago

you were growing tired of these new villains. a rhino, a beetle, the vulture again. but this time, it was something different. 

some guy with a fishbowl head had dropped from a portal in the sky. literally. he was going on and on about his earth this and this earth that and the multiverse, only leaving you more and more confused. and then another guy came.

except he was helping you. he looked like a spider-man, had webs. with you two working together, it didn’t take long to take down this bad guy who called himself mysterio. 

seeing as this was another spider person, which you didn’t know was a thing, you didn’t hesitate to whip off your mask. “what the hell? where did you come from? where did he come from?”

as this spider-man, clad in a mostly blue suit, explained what had happened with the portals and mysterio and what not, you couldn’t help but feel his voice was familiar. too familiar. it wasn’t until he retracted his mask that you realized why. 

and it felt like you were falling. like the whole world around you stopped. no sirens, no honking, just. . . silence. you thought back to miguel’s - your miguel’s final words.

in another life, maybe.

[sundropstories]

I Remember You

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Y/n remembers everything.

a/n: I hope you guys like this I had been working on it for a while but I really have no idea how I wanted to end it. But I hope the choice I made leaves it open for interpretation. Thank you for reading <3

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I take my seat as I wait for the barista to let me know my coffee is ready. I come to this cafe every Friday morning.

I bring a book, and sit at the same table and wait...

There's this boy, his name is Peter Parker. About a month ago the news said that he was The Spider-Man. It was insane and everyone lost it. They were saying  he was a murderer because supposedly he killed Mysterio.

I don't believe it though. I know Peter Parker, okay maybe not like.. super personally. But, we've been going to school together since we were in elementary school. I can believe he is Spider-Man though I've had a few interactions with him and the personality I see. But, he's no killer.

Anyways...a weeks after his identity was released there were like these weird villains showing up. Then this huge thing was happening in the sky. It looked like it was almost...breaking in a way. I don't know maybe I just sound crazy..

Then, later that night, everyone just stopped talking about him. Literally..it was almost as if...he never existed. So I thought I was going insane, thinking I made it all up.

Till one day when I came here, Peter Pan Donut Shop.

I actually saw him come in, and he ordered a coffee. MJ and Ned acted like they had no idea who he was. When I am pretty sure him and Ned have been friends since..well forever. I'm also pretty sure him and MJ were like dating not that long ago, but I just assumed they had a bad breakup.

Until he LITERALLY introduced himself to her!! What?! I know! I was thinking the same thing. That's why I spent the last few weeks coming here.

Today I plan to make a move. Not like romantically. I just need to talk to him. I need to know I'm not crazy.

Okay yeah I definitely sound crazy.

—

"Y/n, Hot Chai, 2 shots espresso with whip!" I hear MJ yell my order. "Hey, Thank you." I say to her as I grab my drink and slip some cash into her tip jar.

"Of course!" We chat for a bit till I see him entre the cafe. MJ is actually really nice, if I'm being honest in high school I thought she was kinda intimidating.

—

I decided to gather my things and move to the bench outside. It's a nice day for this time of year so I don't wanna spend all day in there.

Almost immediately i hear the door ding as it swings open. I stand to see the brunette pass me. Immediately I try to flag him down.

"Excuse me, Peter." I say gathering my things to catch up with him. He almost immediately stops in his tracks at the sound of his name.

He turns and comes towards me so fast I barely have even left the bench.

"You know.." He whispered.

"That you're spi-" I'm cut off by him slapping his hand over my mouth. "No no no shhh.." using the other hand to hold a finger in front of his mouth.

" okay, okay.." I slowly move his hand off of me. "But, please can we talk."

He quirks an eyebrow giving me a questioning look. "Who are you?" He says it's less of a question though and more like he's demanding to know. Hurts my feelings a little though we did go to school together since kindergarten. "Y/n we've gone to school together...like our whole lives.."

He looks me over. "Okay, but not here."

—

We arrived at what I believe is his apartment. It's small but nice. Comfortable for someone living alone, and he barely has any furniture so I can tell he just moved in.

"Why don't you exist?" I ask. "Wow, straight to the point." He says moving through the kitchen. "Water?"

"No thank you, could you answer my question please." I smile. He lets out a breath, running his hand over his face.

"I did it to save everyone. The multi-verse was... Breaking? The only way I could fix it was to make everyone forget Peter Parker."

"Why do I remember? It was like one second. Your identity being exposed was all anyone could talk about, but then everything stopped. Within seconds." I take a breath. "Also what the hell is the multiverse?!"

" I don't know. And basically what it sounds like."

"I felt like I was crazy." I let out a small laugh. "You're not." He laughs with me.

—

We ended up spending the rest the night just hanging out. We played boardgames, got pizza, and ended the night watching movies.

"You know it's nice to finally talk to someone who...knows who I am." He turns to face me.

I turned a look at him, making eye contact and then looking away. "Is it true?"

"hmm"

"Did you.." I make air quotes. " 'Kill' Mysterio?"

He sucks in a breath. "Yes, but he wasn't good."

"I didn't think so." I look at him offering a supportive smile.

"He tricked me. I thought he was someone I could trust."

"How do you know you can trust me?" I shift in my seat to be fully facing him. "I have a..well my Aunt called it a 'tingle' about you. It's a good one though."

"Ew." I make scrunch my face in fake disgust. "No no not like that." He says slight panick in his voice. When we make eye contact we immediately burst out laughing.

[lnfours]

Welcome back! Can I get a blurb for college!peter x black cat!reader post nwh? Lots of fluff. Maybe a tiny steamy. I have no idea on plot I’m sorry 😅

OOOOOOH I LOVE BLACK CAT!READER (i’m kinda putting mcu peter into the ps4 spider-man universe idk??)

i like ur thinking, i rlly do 🫶🏻 also thank u for the warm welcome! it’s good to be home 🙂

blurb night!

the crime in the city was unusually quiet for peter. nonetheless, he swung through the city as he did his rounds.

“and that folks is why spider-man is a menace! he’s an abomination to this city! we should all believe mysterio.” jameson practically yelled in his ear. peter laughed to himself quietly, switching to a different podcast on his phone.

“good to know i’m still hated by someone.”

his thoughts were interrupted by an incoming call. he answered it almost immediately, desperate for something to do.

“captain,” he answered.

“spider-man,” yuri said back, “there was a call about a disturbance down in hell’s kitchen. do you think you can check it out for me? let me know what’s up?”

“sure,” he said, “i’ll give you a call once i check it out.”

“sounds good,” he could hear her relieved smile on the other end, “thanks.”

“no problem.”

he started swinging towards hell’s kitchen, making his way towards the building yuri sent him the address to. once he landed on the rooftop, he let out a sigh as he stood in front of the woman in front of him.

“cat…”

“hey, spider,” she smiled, “long time no see.”

“yeah, i know.”

“i missed you,” she made her way closer to him, the claws from her gloves dragging across the nylon of his suit, “new suit? i like it.”

he moved her hands from her chest, “cat, let’s not do this right now.”

“why not, spider?” she asked, her head tilting to the side.

peter sighed, knowing he couldn’t say no to her, “what’re you doing, y/n?”

you backed up, giving him a little shrug, “talking to my favorite crime fighting spider. what’re you doing?”

he sighed louder this time, “i meant here, y/n. what’re you doing here? at the auction house?”

“getting my father’s painting back,” she said, flinging the tube of artwork over her shoulder, “what else?”

“c’mon, i can’t just let you break in and steal something-“

“steal something that belongs to me. something that was taken from me without my consent.”

she kinda did have a point…

“c’mon,” she sighed, walking up to him again, “can’t you just pretend that this never happened? just like old times. spider-man and the black cat. we could be the duo we used to be.”

she leaned up and lifted the bottom of his mask. he almost hesitated, scared of letting her see his face, until she stopped after revealing his lips. she leaned closer, her lips brushing up against his. he froze, uncertain on her intentions. and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

“so long, spider.”

he gulped as she walked away, jumping off the edge of the. building as she made her way towards center city. he pulled his mask down, his phone ringing again. he answered.

“hello?”

“hey, any updates on that disturbance?” captain watanabe’s voice echoed.

“yeah, it was nothing,” he said, “all clear, captain.”