#spiderman far from home spoilers

[whereareallthegoodnames]

Parker Guilt Complex

The MCU's Spider-Man has an insane guilt complex. "When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you" is the one of the most morbid ways of saying "with great power comes great responsibility"

In Homecoming, Peter had demonstrated that he would take on more than he can even after asking for help. Tony didn't have the best level of communication with Peter.

In Infinity War, Peter sees the aliens and immediately climbs out the bus window. He manages to get himself onto the space ship and readies himself to fight against Thanos.

In Far From Home, Tony's death removes Peter's safety net. Tony, who was ready to take the blame for Spider-Man's mistakes, had died. Peter wants to be the child he is. He wants to be able to grieve the loss of his mentor. Then Nick Fury steps in and makes Peter take a more active role leading to Beck tricking Peter. By the end of the movie, Peter blames himself for putting his friends in the line of fire.

In No Way Home, Peter definitively blames himself for his friends being denied entrance to MIT. Peter takes on the task of saving the villains from other universes. Peter initially blames Goblin for May's death. By the end, Peter blames himself. He sees his friends hurt after the battle at the Statue of Liberty. He decides that they are safer without him in their lives.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

If I had a nickel for every time two very gay-seeming male teachers took a bunch of school kids on a Europe trip and became one of the best ships in that piece of media I'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

The one from heartstopper is canon they are a couple, the one from far from home is a ship that probably only exists in my own head.

[riddles-n-games]

Did anyone reading TBH get instant flashbacks to Spider-Man: Far From Home at the mention of Prague in Jameson’s plot? Because I did. It’s so ironic how some of the events that happened are uncannily similar; something big happens at night, there ‘s some kind of fire, their injuries, a big revelation on something previously unknown (aka Mysterio and Alice Hawthorne), and they can’t tell their loved ones (subjective but okay) but they find out in the end anyways.

[yaboirezzy]

Saying goodbye to a friend isn't painless. Missing them hurts even harder

"Everywhere I go the colors fade"

[count-horror-xx]

One of my friends while we talking about spiderman: ATSV said "of course they make one of the black guys punk 😒" (she's not black btw) so I asked wtf she meant and she said "they always stereotype black people with the "darker/edgy aesthetic" HUH? Black people literally created the punk scene?? Also black people are part of the alt scene and seeing black alt rep on screen is probably amazing to see. Also, ONE OF THE GUYS WHO MADE SPIDER PUNK IS BLACK???? 😭

[matt-w-blogging]

You've heard of Spiderman: Homecoming, Spiderman: Far From Home, and Spiderman: No Way Home, but may I introduce you to:

Spiderman: Please Just Let Me Go Home

A movie in which Peter Parker keeps finding himself with task after task after chore after chore after errand after errand to do while he keeps trying to escape and go home so he can watch tv in his pajamas

[wulfvie]

a list of my favourite marvel quotes

spoilers ahead, deadpool & wolverine included.

CA: TWS,

you’re my mission.

then finish it. ‘cause i’m with you ‘til the end of the line.

+

bucky?

who the hell is bucky?

BLACK WIDOW,

the best part of my life was fake, and none of you told me. - yelena belova

don’t say that. please, don’t say that. it was real. it was real to me. - yelena belova

+

+

you have done nothing but tell me how bored you were. i was the chore, the job you didn’t want to do. to me? to me you were everything. - yelena belova

+

it was real to me, too. - natasha romanoff

DOCTOR STRANGE,

we never lose our demons, mordo, we only learn to live above them. - the ancient one

+

you cannot beat a river into submission; you have to surrender to its current, and use its power as your own. - the ancient one

+ i control it by surrending control? that doesn’t make sense. - stephen strange/doctor strange

+ not everything does. not everything has to. your intellect has taken you far in life, but it will take you no further. surrender, stephen. - the ancient one

THOR: RAGNAROK,

have i said enough, or would you like me to go back further than the past two days? - thor odinson

AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR,

i’m not your daughter. everything i hate about myself, you taught me. - gamora

+

you are in wakanda now. thanos will have nothing but dust and blood. - t’challa

AVENGERS: ENDGAME,

you’re weak. - 2014 nebula

+ i’m you. - nebula

+

you took everything from me. - wanda maximoff

+ i don’t even know who you are. - thanos

+ you will. - wanda maximoff

SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME,

i thought you had super strength? - happy hogan

+ it still hurts. - peter parker

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE,

you got the wrong guy. - james ‘logan’ howlett/wolverine

+ you were always the wrong guy. ‘til you weren’t. - laura/x-23

[melonlthawne]

Various traditional doodles I did on my car ride back and forth!

[she-went-that-way]

so far from home is definitely a thing that happened

[the-atlas-sister]

Why for each?

[themuskrater]

I'm tired of hearing the argument that MCU Spider-Man doesn't have consequences. It's a bad faith argument that ignores half the events of his story. I think a better take would be that not all of his decisions have immediate consequences, which I find more interesting because it leads Peter into a false sense of security in which he makes bigger mistakes with more immediate and disastrous consequences. Here's a perfect example: Peter is WAY too trusting around the Avengers with his secret identity

Peter reveals his identity to the other heroes in Infinity War and Endgame almost immediately. And to his credit, these are good, trustworthy people. They all keep his secret. But this experience teaches Peter that he can trust other heroes, something that's going to backfire in a big way. When Peter meets Mysterio, pretending to be another hero, Peter trusts him with his secret identity

Peter's past experiences inform his decision-making. But he doesn't know that Mysterio isn't who he says he his. And because of that, Mysterio ends up revealing Peter's secret identity to the entire world. Already, a massive consequence for Peter, which he was led into because of his experience meeting the Avengers. But that's not all. Peter still feels like he can trust other heroes, so instead of facing the consequences of his actions, he goes to Doctor Strange to fix it

Strange does his best, but the spell is disrupted by Peter's desire to STILL let other people know his secret identity. The spell goes wrong and because of Peter's indecision, it leads to the death of his only remaining family and a threat to the entire multiverse. This is Peter's fault, these are the consequences of his mistakes and it happens because he learned the long lesson from revealing his identity to the Avengers. But it's not over yet

Peter is forced to say goodbye to his best friend and his girlfriend before erasing the memory that he ever existed. It's the only way to fix the damage he's caused at this point. This is the sacrifice his actions have lead him to. He didn't just lose his Aunt May, in the end he lost everyone. All his friends and loved ones, his academic achievements, his home, his identity. And in the end, Peter is alone by himself in a run down, studio apartment. He's lost everything and everyone

Not all of Peter's actions have consequences in the MCU. When Peter abandons his little mathletes club in Homecoming, he's embraced back with open arms. But those times he doesn't face consequences, teaches him the wrong lessons, which result in bigger consequences later when his decisions actually matter. Peter abandoned his team to do work as Spidey, and because he got away with it once, he thought he could do it again. But this time, when he abandons the team, he ends up placing his friends lives at risk at the Washington Monument, he's scolded by his friends from abandoning them, and has to face his punishment at school once they get back to New York

Peter faces plenty of consequences in these movie. And the few times that he doesn't face immediate ramifications is because it's setting up bigger stakes later down the line

[yukiwhitetm]

Edit: Apologies, I didn't realise Jason was only 2/3 years older than Tim (who is eternally 17)! I have never read the comics, sorry, my only exposure to most of the BatFam at this point was Spiderman&BatFam fanstories where the ages were much more skewed. But I've recently read many, many more BatFam fanstories now so I've finally worked out all their ages (except for Duke's, how old is he?). So, if Peter is 17 and Jason is 19, then it's OK for you to ship them - just don't have them do anything until they're both legal. (Technically speaking, I'm British and the legal age of consent here is 16 so they'd both be legally consenting in my country but, since I am aware the vast majority of readers are American and Peter and Jason are American, let's stick to the American age of consent at 18.)

But definitely do not ship Peter with Dick!

Fanstory Prompt

Short prompt:

Bruce Wayne's butler Alfred Pennyworth is Peter Parker's great-uncle and, after Tony Stark and May Parker pass away in the aftermath of Endgame, Peter is sent to be under Alfred's care.

Peter Parker's Genealogy:

Alfred Pennyworth & Peggy Carter (marries Steve Rogers) - Howard Stark (marries Maria Stark née Carbonell)

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Tony Stark (marries Pepper Stark née Potts) - Mary Parker née Fitzpatrick (marries Richard Parker) & Ben Parker (brother-in-law, through Richard Parker) - May Parker née Reilly

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Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (half-siblings, different mothers)

Long prompt:

Seventeen-year-old Peter Parker, secretly the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man of Queens, New York, has lost family and had to restart his life more times than the average kid (even one with superpowers!).

His parents Richard and Mary Parker died in an aeroplane crash when he was five. His Uncle Ben, who - along with his Aunt May - had taken him under his wing in the aftermath of his parents' abrupt passing, was shot and killed right in front of him when he was only fourteen. His Aunt May had a young stroke and passed away during the five year gap where Peter was busy being dusted (thanks Thanos!). And Tony Stark, who had only just found out he was Peter's biological father the year before Thanos attacked, when Peter was sixteen, but hadn't wanted to disrupt Peter's civilian life so had left him with his aunt, sacrificed himself to save the world, but more importantly Peter, in the final endgame battle against Thanos.

Now, Peter has blipped back into being five years after being dusted only to find he has lost family and has to restart his life all over again. This time with a great-uncle he hadn't even known existed! (Most likely due his not knowing Tony was his father and so Peggy was his grandmother until a year - six years? - beforehand.) Worse still, Peter has to move away from his friends and everything he's ever known to the world's most dangerous and crime-ridden city, Gotham. Who is Alfred Pennyworth and how has he ended up as a butler slash pseudo-grandfather to so many young people? Why do those very same young people keep on disappearing and then reappearing hours later from inside Wayne manor? What's up with those vigilantes hanging around Peter so much?

And why does everyone say that Batman has such a problem with mutants (also lesser known as metahumans) like Peter? He can't not be Spider-Man, even in a new and dangerous place like Gotham, so is Batman's prejudice going to be a problem... Or will Peter find himself an unlikely new family in the shape of bat and bird themed heroes as he builds himself a new life in Gotham city?

Prompter's note:

Lately, I have read a lot of Spider-Man&Batman crossover stories where Peter ends up in the DC universe - even ones where Dick Grayson was Richard Parker (adopted into the Parker family) in the Marvel universe before dying - which is fun but I wondered what would happen if it was somehow the same universe? Let's say the Justice League existed longer but were quieter than the Avengers and then the Avengers came crashing in, loud and proud as can be, and they refused to have anything to do with the Justice League, who they saw as nothing more than vigilantes. That's why the Justice League has never involved themselves in Avengers battles. Only now, my thought process went, the prompts above start pushing the Avengers-Justice League status quo when Spider-Man starts superheroing in Batman's city (particularly because a lot of the Avengers are gone). And the batfam find themselves unwittingly adopting a lost and lonely Spiderling.

P.S. I think Tim/Peter would be cute! They're both smart, compassionate, overly hardworking heroes; I think they're a perfect besties-to-boyfriends couple. Or an aged up! Damian/Peter could be a fun enemies or rivals-to-lovers storyline. If neither of those work, go ahead and do what inspires you instead, just don't couple him with up with Dick or Jason (which I have seen) because minor/adult couples are never cool. A better idea would be to ship Peter with no one at all!

I know I set a lot of this story prompt up for you already but that's just because I had a lot of thoughts on it. Feel free to make it your own!

[tooearlyforthis]

Are We Still Friends?

Pairing: Peter Parker x bsf!reader

Synopsis: (3.5k wc) After being rejected by the only person that matters, Y/n struggles to come to terms with no longer having a best friend.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, mutual pining

masterlist

Ayo, did someone ask for a slightly depressing Peter Parker fic? Anyways, this fic is somewhat inspired by the song Are We Still Friends by Tyler the Creator <3

Every Friday of the summer, the residents of Forest Hills would stop whatever they were doing for one big barbecue. Fire hydrants were opened for the kids to play as the adults cooked whatever meat the butcher had given them that week. It was pure bliss. 

Y/n always looked forward to these Fridays during the summer. Even when the sun was beating down hard on the asphalt, the community gathered to have a great time. She spent almost every barbecue this year with her best friend and neighbor Peter Parker. The two had been close friends ever since he had moved in with his aunt and uncle as a little boy. 

They were inseparable from the moment they met, playing together, going to school, club activities; you name it, they did it. Their favorite hang-out spot, which hadn’t changed since they were little, was the fire escape. Y/n's apartment was only two over from Peter’s which meant they shared a fire escape overlooking the street below. 

It was the perfect getaway for whatever life threw at them. Shitty birthdays, a breath of fresh air, when uncles pass away…it was the remedy for everything. It also happened to be a great spot to watch the barbecue festivities below. 

On this particular Friday, Y/n sat atop the stairs, letting her legs dangle down below as her best friend settled into sitting next to her. She felt her heart leap as their shoulders collided, hoping that what she was about to tell him wouldn’t change this. 

“If I have to hear Mrs. Duval talk about her skiing trip one more time I might just run away,” Peter said, adjusting his position on the stairs. 

Y/n laughed and said, “Give her a break she has dementia!”

“Dementia or not I’m running away and I’m taking you with me.”

She watched as he stared off the fire escape, looking at the neighborhood below. He didn’t know how much that meant to her. A little joke about running off together and she felt herself being swept off her feet. 

“Hey Pete?” 

He turned to her with a smile.”Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you about something?” She rubbed her hands together, hoping that clammy feeling would go away. 

Turning his body to face her more, his expression getting a little more serious he joked, “Oh no am I being called into the principles office?”

Y/n chuckled. “No uh…I just wanted to…” She trailed off, not knowing how she was going to confess. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah I just. Over the past couple months,” she began. “I just loved hanging out with you.”

She watched him smile, he cheeks getting slightly red. That was a good sign right? “Yeah I love hanging out with you too.”

“And like, we’ve been friends almost our entire lives so it feels silly that I’m only realizing this now but, I… I like you Peter. As more than a friend.”

Slowly looking up, she saw what she feared the most. The color had drained from Peter’s face, his eyes darting everywhere but at her. He shifted back slightly, adjusting himself a few inches away from her. 

“Oh…” he said, unable to think properly. “I’m not sure what to say to that, Y/n…”

What had she done? Why did she think this was a good idea? 

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, swinging her legs around back into the stairs. “I thought you felt the same but clearly I was wrong.”

“Y/n I’m sorry wait-“

“No, it’s okay. I misread things. Bye Peter.”

She got up quickly, climbing back through her apartment window without looking back. His voice rang out as she moved further into her apartment but she chose to ignore it. She knew what he was going to say. I’m sorry it’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t like you that way. She didn’t need him to hurt her more in this moment than she already felt. 

That was the last time she had spoken to Peter Parker. 

The school year was finally beginning and even though they weren’t friends anymore, could you still call them friends? It didn’t matter, even though they weren’t talking anymore, Y/n's crush never went away. 

Because of their lack of communication, she didn’t know what classes he had been given for the year and as she walked through the halls of her first day of junior year, she felt her heart leap with the chance that they might share a class. 

Scanning the room, she felt relief when she saw MJ. That was one of the harder parts of not speaking to Peter, they still shared all of the same friends. MJ was thankfully alone, something that felt increasingly rare as time passed. Approaching her at the lockers, Y/n crossed her arms and leaned against them. 

“Hey,” she said. 

MJ looked up from her book bag with a smile. “Hey,” she responded. “You ready to be seniors?”

“Ugh, I don’t know, I’m really not looking forward to the AP Gov class.”

“Yeah, I heard Mr. Gonzales isn’t that great. But…”

As MJ went on about their next class, Y/n felt her mind drifting away. She felt so nervous coming back to school after everything that had happened that summer. Her eyes scanned the halls, students filing in for the day's first class. 

That’s when she saw him. Peter stood at the other end of the hall, looking around before locking eyes with her. No, this is not where she would see him again. It was the first day of school and she didn’t want to deal with their situation. Without another word, she pulled MJ into the first empty classroom she could find.  

“What are you doing?!” MJ exclaimed as Y/n shut the door behind her. 

“I saw Peter and panicked,” she responded, taking a deep breath.

“You can’t keep avoiding him, Y/n. He’s your best friend.”

“Was,” she corrected. “I don’t think I could call him that after what happened.”

Y/n slumped down on the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees as she tucked them against her chest. Sighing, MJ got down on the floor, sitting next to her friend. There wasn’t much she could do right now. Emotions were still high and the best thing was to just let it happen. 

“I know it hurts,” MJ began as Y/n leaned against her shoulder. “But eventually things will get better. Who knows, maybe you and Peter could still be friends after all this.”

“I don’t know if we could…I mean, I’ve liked him for so long and the way he dismissed me was like it was a joke. I knew that confessing to him would change our relationship but I was so sure that he liked me back I hoped that it would be for the better. I took a chance and I chose wrong; there’s no going back from it.”

MJ wrapped her arm around her friend as she shed a tear. “I know, I know…” she consoled her. 

The first three periods of the day went surprisingly fine; once math class started it was hard to think of anything but the equations on the board. MJ wouldn’t be joining Y/n for lunch. She had to go to a meeting for journalism which was just starting back up again. 

As Y/n sat alone at the lunch table, silently eating her sandwich, she felt standing at the table in front of her. When she looked up, her lunch suddenly didn’t seem that appetizing. 

“Hey,” Peter began playing with the hem of his shirt. He pointing at the bench in front of him. “C-can I sit here?”

Y/n stared back up at him, not mouthing word, not even swallowing her sandwich bite. She watched as he sat down anyway, awkwardly shuffling in the seat. It was clear he hadn’t rehearsed this as the two sat in silence - she felt like he was starting into her soul. Her heart rate sped up and she knew what would become of her if she stayed. 

Peter began to open his mouth. “Je-“

He didn’t even have time to mutter name before she bolted upright, hastily grabbing her lunch before scurrying aware, dodging and weaving between students. She spit out her sandwich in the nearest trash can as she gasped for a breath. Why did he have to speak to her? In school for that matter?

Peter Parker was going to be the death of her.

Even though only a week had gone by since the start of school, Y/n had an ungodly amount of homework to complete. She sat hunched over at her desk, the lamp being the only source of light as the sun set throughout her study session. One of her moms had come in earlier that day asking her if she wanted to go out for dinner but she had refused, opting to finish her school work for the evening instead. 

So she sat at home, listening to the soft sounds of some lo-fi playlist she turned on as she struggled to complete an essay. A thud sounded loudly and Y/n looked up for only a minute, choosing to believe it was from the song she was listening to and went back to her work.

Soon, there was another thud, and then another. It was so loud and eruptive to becoming from the speakers. Thud! The sound rang out again. No, that wasn’t the song, it was coming from the fire escape. 

Y/n got up from her desk, turning off the music before walking over and lifting up her window. She peered onto the fire escape and seeing nothing coming from the left, she turned to the right and couldn’t believe the sight before her. 

Spider-Man was on her fire escape, clutching his side as he tried to open a window. No, that wasn’t Spider-Man, that was Peter. She gasped for a moment, trying to take it all in. Peter was Spider-Man? How and when? But most importantly, why didn’t he ever tell her?

He must’ve heard her small gasp because he twisted his head around, unsure of what was behind him. A little relief flashed in his eyes before he remember that he wasn’t standing in front of her as Peter, but the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Y/n, hey-“ he began.

She already begun to pull herself inside her room, not wanting to face him, especially with all this new information. “I should leave-“

“No!” he called out, watching her freeze in her window. Slowly she stuck her head back out. “Please don’t go just-“ he grunted, grabbing his side more. “Can you help me open the window?”

She could tell he was in pain, not from the amount of blood seeping onto the metal stairs beneath them but from the disgruntled look in his face. She hated that look. She had seen it plenty of times before. After a fight with Flash, tripping on the sidewalk and apparently being shot at. She could never turn him away with that look.

Without saying another word, she pulled herself full onto the fire escape, making her way over to help push his window open. She crawled in first, lending a hand for him to lean on as he jumped inside.Tossing his mask on his bed, he opted to lay on the floor, still gripping his side. 

“Thanks,” he said, looking up and seeing no Y/n in sight. 

She must’ve crawled back through his window because it was once again shut. Peter led his head fall back in a sigh. He needed to fix this but first, stitches. 

It was finally the next day of school and Y/n was still freaking out from the night before. She didn’t get back to studying, how could she after finding out her best friend- neighbor was Spider-Man? 

She silently walked to her locker, letting her head hang low as she continued to mull over everything she was feeling. Her first reaction was anger. Angry at him for not telling her of his secret life. Spider-Man had of course been around since before they stopped talking so why didn’t he tell her? Why did he tell his - at the time - best friend? 

Then the realization hit her. She didn’t need to help him. She couldn’t left him on that fire escape to fend for himself. From the stuff she had seen on the tv of him she knew he had probably gone through worse. But she did help him and that realization, that no matter what state their relationship was in, she would running to his aid. That no matter what - she would always love him. 

It’s a lot, to realize that you’re not just going through a phase of having a crush. And it’s so much worse when you hear said crush calling after you.

“Y/n!” Peter’s voice rang out through the halls. 

Why did he always seek her out in school? Y/n didn’t even bother to look back as she bolted down the hall into the first empty class room. Pacing back and forth she tried to calm herself down. Everything that had happened in the past week was becoming too much for her. Maybe breathing excesses could help?

Before she could even take a deep breath, the classroom door bursted open, a very out of breath Peter Parker standing in its wake. As the door slowly closed behind him, he moved towards her. 

“Hey-“ he began before getting cut off.

“What are you doing here Peter?” she asked in defeat. “Why did you follow me?”

Whatever confidence he had before this suddenly went away, leaving a stuttering boy in its place. He looked down at the ground, trying to form a sentence.

“S-sorry.. About last night…”

“Oh my god Peter, if you’re here because you think I’m gonna tell people?” she scoffed. “You know my lips are sealed.”

“T-thanks,” he muttered out, watching as she began to pace again in front of her. “Hey Y/n?”

“What?” she asked annoyed. 

“Are we still friends?” She stopped, looking over at him as he lifted his head to look at her, his brown eyes starting straight into her own. “C-can we still be friends?”

Y/n sighed, opening her mouth but know words came out. Could they still be friends? That was such a loaded question when everything was still fresh, like a wound that hasn’t had time to heal. 

“I-I don’t know, Peter,” she opted to tell him.

“I keep repeating that day over and over again in my mind and… everything went downhill so fast. We barely had time to talk-“

“-We didn’t have anything else to talk about,” she interrupted him. Glancing at the clock behind her, she realized what time it was. “I have to get to class,” she told him, walking past him.

She barely got the door open when he called out to her again. “Wait! Meet me on the fire escape? 9:30 tonight?”

What was she supposed to say to that? No, she didn’t have to agree to anything. “Goodbye, Peter.”

The whole day felt it went by in a flash and before Y/n knew it, she was back home studying again. Only this time, she hadn’t been able to focus. In fact, she hadn’t been able to focus all day.

She stared at the math homework in front of her, unable to even lift her pencil as there was a rapping at her window. Turning her head, she sighed knowing who was on the other side. Reluctantly, she opened it, letting him climb in. Moving to her bed, she watched as he awkwardly looked around like he hadn’t been in her room a million times before. 

“You didn’t meet me at 9:30,” he said, a crack in his voice.

Turning she looked at her alarm clock. It was 11:00. Had she really been staring at her homework for hours? 

She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t think we had anything else to say.”

“That’s not true we’re friends-“

Scoffing, she interrupted him. “Are we Peter? Are we still friends? I know you think so but it doesn’t feel that way to me.”

“Only because you won’t let us,” he tried with her, only to be met with the shake of her head. 

“I don’t know how we could go back to being just friends. You broke my hear that day… I thought you liked me too and-“

“I did like you!” He interrupted her, his voice erupting like he had been shouting the whole time. Y/n looked at him in shock, feeling her blood boil by the second. “I still like you.”

That was her breaking point. Liked her? He liked her and let her go through all this bullshit? Quickly, she stood up. 

“No!” she exclaimed.

“Y/n-“

“Don’t Y/n me! I confess my feelings to you, you tell me you don’t feel the same way and then turn around with this bullshit and expect me not to be mad? We haven’t even talked about the Spider-Man stuff yet.”

“Can you just let me explain?” he pleaded, making her look back up at him. 

She could see the hurt in his face, like she had done more damage to him than Flash or a bullet could ever do. And when Peter’s hurting, no matter how much she’s upset with him, she’ll go running to his aid. With a huff she sat back down on her bed, ready to hear out a boy that probably didn’t deserve speak at all. 

“I’ve been replaying that moment after the barbecue, every day in my head since it happened,” he began. “I had been waiting so long to hear you say those things. That the girl I liked finally liked me back. The little voice in my head was jumping with joy, itching to tell you I felt the same way. But then, this other little voice appeared taking over, it was Mr. Stark-“

Y/n scoffed. “Tony Stark?”

Peter nodded, pleading with his expression to let him finish. Not being able to resist, she let him.

“His voice was just, ringing through my head. Keep everything you care about at a distance, never let anyone get too close or you could lose it all. I-I didn’t want to lose you so I didn’t tell you about Spider-Man. And that was fine at first, only two other people knew about it - it was a secret I could keep.

But then you said all those things I desperately wanted to hear and I just wanted lean forward and kiss you and…Mr. Starks words echoed in my head. If I kissed you or told you I felt the same way. That meant telling you about Spider-Man and than meant a great possibility of me losing you.”

Y/n felt her heart break more than it already did, feeling a tear roll down her cheek as she watch Peter break down in front of her.

Soon, he continued. “Uncle Ben once told me that with great power comes great responsibility … and I didn’t want to have to choose you or my power because I would chose you every time.”

The room fell silent with his last words, Y/n trying to process everything he had told her. She wiped a tear from her cheeks, trying to compose herself.

“I understand if your still mad at me or don’t like me anymore but please,” Peter begged. “I just need my best friend back.”

Y/n shook her head, standing up to meet his eye line. “I don’t think we can ever just be friends, Peter.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, watching her walk closer to him until she was standing just a foot away. 

“You’re sure you still like me?”

“Yeah but-“ 

“Good,” she cut him off, grabbing both sides of his face and pulling him into a kiss. 

She could feel how tense he was, surprised by her sudden action before melting into the kiss. It was slow and sweet, neither of them having much experience between the both of them. But that didn’t matter, there was time to improve. Right now, they just needed to know everything was going to be alright.

As she pulled away from the kiss, she felt as he rested his forehead onto hers, a smile forming on his face. She smiled back, happy to see that sad, hurt look leave.

“No more secrets, okay?” she asked. 

“No more secrets,” he repeated. “So… more than friends?”

Y/n smiled wider than she thought was possible, pulling him back in for one more kick peck. 

“More than friends,” she repeated. 

[yandere-daydreams]

omg i hope all goes well with your kidneys!!! sending well-wishes 😭💗

as for miguel thirsts: mentions of dubcon, noncon, edging, overstimulation, abnormal uses of webbing, fangs, and venom, vague kidnapping reference(?)

1) him going after an anomaly! darling, and instead of doing the usual ‘catch and release’ back to their original world, he just .. keeps them at hq. initially it’s just for observation, but over time he just gets closer and closer (“for research!” he tells himself), and one day, he finds himself moving their cell into his monitor room (“for observation!” he tells himself). so far, he’s been able to keep the fact that he jerks himself off to their presence quiet. he just doesn’t know how long it’ll take for him to want more.

2) i’m also thinking of some kinda predator/prey dynamic where there’s a chase scene where it does end up with him tackling darling down to the ground (he does put his hand around their head so they aren’t concussed when their body hits the ground <з). he accidentally does the knee thing and then just rolls with it, and that’s what kickstarts the fucking. is very much so like “why are you squirming?” while Very Much Knowing what he’s doing.

(he does probably put his fangs around their neck at some point just bc i think that’s super hot of him to do.)

^ also may i please add - edging while you’re paralyzed where he does the whole “i’m not hearing you say please” and is just edging for hours on end, or the same concept but with dubcon overstimulation, “i’m not hearing you say stop” while giving you the nth orgasm of the night and tears roll down your cheeks.)

3) the third thirst of him that’s been bouncing around my head like a horny version of the window’s screensaver is essentially the noncon hate-fucking version of #2; you’re fighting about something ultimately unimportant, and at some point it transitions from just slinging words to each other to physical fighting [yes he does chokeslam you against a wall a la train scene] and now you’ve got nowhere to run (maybe somehow webbing got involved and you’re stuck to the wall, essentially at his mercy)

tw - spiderverse spoilers, non///con, imprisonment, obsessive behavior.

sjkfdsjsdkfdklfj combining all of these in my head for a scenario wherein miguel captures an anomaly who, while not dangerous enough to be locked away indefinitely, isn't the kind of upstanding citizen who'd be sent home immediately. you don't manage to hurt him, but you waste enough of his time to earn a second glance every time he passes your holographic cell, a nearly imperceptible half-smirk every time he gets a chance to push your name just a little further down their ever-growing list. eventually, after some 'if you like the new anomaly so much why don't you marry them'-esque probing from lyla, your containment chamber is moved into his personal lab, and y'know, exposure breeds familiarity, familiarity breeds affection, and affection for someone like miguel breeds obsession, whether or not you see him as anything but the creepy, cyber-punk spiderman who likes to leer outside of your cell for a few minutes every day.

so, when there's a minute-long power outage and you get a chance to put as much distance as you can between you and the man that doesn't know you've seen him palming himself through his suit outside your cell when he thought you were asleep, you take it. of course, miguel's on you in a second and of course, it only takes him a few minutes to chase you into the unpopulated sub-levels of his spider society, to dig his teeth into your neck and leave you paralyzed but very awake and very aware that you're at his mercy. it was a mistake to get his adrenaline going, to spark his aggression then try to smother it before he's really had a chance to burn. you should be thankful that he uses his webbing to bind your hands rather than breaking your wrists, that he only wraps your fist around your neck rather than crushing your windpipe underneath his heel, that he chooses to edge you on until you're begging him to fuck you as roughly as he's been dying to for weeks. when he's done, you don't get taken back to his lab, but to his claustrophobic apartment, and you aren't put back into a cell, but into a collar - to stop you from glitching without letting you so much as hope that you'll ever be able to leave his dimension.

without letting you hope you'll ever be able to leave him.

[professionalcinderellas]

anti-symbiotic

pairing: insomniac's/ps5 peter parker/reader

warning: marvel's spiderman 2 spoilers! summary: Peter almost killed you last night under the influence of the symbiote, and you have the pleasure of dealing with the aftermath. tags: reader is mj, angst, anger, all that jazz.

author's note: loved spiderman 2 but didn't really feel fulfilled with how they don't address this particular scene. crossposted on ao3.

Peter Parker's antics never made you scared. Broken bones, gunshot wounds, mystical villains, or masked demons, it never felt particularly "hard" being Spider-man's girlfriend. Aside from some missed dates and late bills and being generally overprotective once upon a time, things were generally great. Handling anything with him felt so easy in spite of the pressures that were put on you.

But since Aunt May died, it felt as if Peter was somewhere far away that you couldn't reach. Ever since he almost died, even further away. He was already hardly home, and when he was, he was obsessively working on something to use as Spider-man. You knew he needed time, but you also knew he needed to talk about his feelings--even though you knew he wouldn't. Weeks of attempts piled up in the corner of your mind, endless replays of asking him if he was okay and trying to lure it out of him. After the fiftieth failed attempt to coax him to bed, with the sun already high in the sky and him still working on his iron spider legs, you found yourself wondering just how much distance lay between the two of you.

But it was never something that felt tangibly tested until now.

Last night was spent desperately trying to wake him while hunters gathered around the area, swarming Peter and losing track of Miles in the process. Your palms still felt the pebbled gravel of the road embedded into them, and the damp coldness of being trapped in that tunnel. Peter's voice, if it even was Peter at that point, rang in your head all night.

He could've really hurt you, and could have even killed you. 

The thought made you acutely aware of the cuts and bruises that littered your body from last night; your bandaids felt itchy and your hand started gently nursing at a scab that was on your knuckle. Thankfully, Harry and yours' fresh tea demanded more importance to distract you. Until you walked into Peter in Harry's room, where the intensity of their gazes made you immediately aware of the context of their conversation.

"Pete!" You never said his name before like you did now. There was an honest attempt to hold your gaze steady at him, before it eventually fell. The bags under your eyes felt much more apparent suddenly, and your eyes defocused themselves on the ground as you set aside the two cups of tea occupying your hands. Your skin felt prickly, like it didn't fit right over your body, and you couldn't help but wonder if this is what the symbiote also felt like. 

"Uhm," The words drowned in your throat and sunk back into your chest. A long pause takes over the room before you're able to find your voice. "What do you remember about last night?"

Your body betrays you in full, arms frozen on your sides and lifted up ever so slightly as if you were prepared to sprint out of the room at a moment's notice. It takes everything in you to look at his face, and he isn't looking at you so much as he's looking at the floor trying to recall. 

"I... just remember feeling tired..." Peter's brows are knitted together to form an expression that feels foreign to you. For some reason, a look of betrayal for your suspicion clears over his features. Peter's sharp brows and tensed jaw warned like a snake about to bite. Comparatively, Harry's eyes darted over to you, with eyebrows raised ever so slightly--a wordless sentence that made itself clear to you from expression alone. 

You okay? You could see his face asking. It took a slow nod from you before Harry's attention moves back to Peter. Your words are careful by the time you open your mouth next. "Pete... you're not yourself. That suit is changing you."

"This suit is the only reason I'm still alive." He didn't have the slimy black tendrils he did last night, but he didn't need that for you to step back with the tone he sported.

"Yeah, it's pretty great, isn't it?" Harry speaks up.

"Why don't you pop some more pills and say what you're really feeling?"

A fly buzzes over their heads. Harry is standing up with his cane, and you can't fathom why. Their words are too quick for you to react, but they replay in your mind again for good measure. It makes heat rise in your face and a cloud dawns over your usual good judgement, making you feel almost jittery. You take a sharp breath inwards to stable yourself on the tightrope of their conversation--and then you willingly fall off.

"Stop Pete, what is your problem?" Your tone rose significantly, anger replacing whatever hesitancy you had before.

"I'm busting my ass out there trying to save you, and this is what I get?" Peter continues on at Harry, and you realize he made a conscious choice to ignore your words. Which pisses you off even more. 

"I said stop, Peter." Your eyebrows raise over the word 'stop' and your mouth enunciates every single word, dragging him away from the attention of Harry. Peter turns to you wordlessly with those unfamiliar fixed brows you've been studying. You could push the envelope more.

"I saw your story." Acknowledgement. Peter's fangs are bared towards you now.

"I tried to tell you." Indignance defies the fear that made you back off, and you find yourself closer to him as you speak. The intensity of his gaze means nothing when you're made acutely aware it isn't Peter Parker you're speaking to anymore, or at least, not the one you knew. As far as your mind was concerned, this was a near stranger.

"Yeah, but you didn't, did you? Your job is to write the truth." Peter retorts angrily. This provokes another sharp inhale from you that makes you almost dizzy. A laugh echoes through the room, and only afterward do you recognize it as your own--it serves as your own kind of warning.

"I did. Nothing I said in there was a lie. It was kind of prophetic, really." A slow shake of your head emphasizes the contempt you bare towards him in response, your tone even and sharp for good measure. It felt agonizing to write those words last night, but when Peter nearly kills you and treat Harry like this? Whatever empathy you held in your chest dissolves entirely. Who gave a shit if you didn't have powers?

"The truth is, I'm the hero here. Not you." Peter shot back. It may have been the paranoia, but it feels as if those familiar tendrils were going to spout out of him again at any second. 

"Yeah, real hero you are, huh? Real heroes almost kill their girlfriend because their suit was doing their bidding for them? Is that what you tell yourself?"

Everyone in the room stopped breathing. You were in Peter's face now, close enough that you were looking up at him. Peter's face freezes in time alongside his breath, and the expression is no longer so terrifying to you now. 

"What are you-"

Stop. Don't say anything you can't take back, you thought, but something in the back of your mind wanted to take it further. You study his features again and the words boil over. 

"What? Are you gonna try and kill me again?" You exhale into the tail end of a laugh, and you can feel it hit the both of you. Your hands are shaking. Peter's hands are clenching and unclenching in a repeating cycle. His gaze doesn't even meet yours anymore. 

"I-I didn't know. I don't remember that." There's a flicker of the Peter you knows in his eyes, and a shadow falls over his eyes when he looks down. His expression read as... shameful, embarrassed, or torn maybe. You're curious if he remembers, but it doesn't matter either way. It was clear his feelings were hurt, and your words were a bucket of cold water over his head. But you weren't going to budge.

"You should leave. Harry doesn't need this right now." Peter's eyes snapped to you to read your expression, but there was nothing displayed on your face. Your eyes met his to prove a point, and then trailed over to look at Harry, who was staring at the both of you with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry." It's the last thing he says as he exits the room, his head hung downwards and his shoulders hunched inwards. It's only after he leaves that you can finally breathe again, your shoulders slumping and eyes squeezed shut. Harry looks at you with an expression you're not interested in finding out. 

"Are you okay?" Harry asks, with a tone that read almost like he was approaching some sort of wild animal. It made you snap out of your anger and finally look at him, your lips thinning into a line. 

"Yeah. It's fine, sorry, didn't mean to get into that in front of you. Or use you as an excuse." Your hands were still shaking, and you were starting to take deep breaths to take yourself down a notch. Not wanting to have Harry try and comfort you when he was the one who was sick, you look towards the towards the door and back at him. "If you want to check on him, you should." 

He nods slowly and makes his way out of his room, his cane hitting the ground rhythmically as he walked out. It was the only sound you could hear as you sunk back on Harry's couch, the cold leather being of no comfort.

You didn't open your eyes as you sat back. You didn't want to see Peter waiting by the elevator or see Spider-man swing across the city skies or have Harry comfort you. A wave of regret washes over you in full, whatever feelings you were holding back in your anger coming back in full swing to puncture your chest. You knew you weren't right for your outburst, and it feels as if every word hung on to fear rather than love. It's hard to imagine what Peter would have done to you if he did catch you, your mind involuntarily running through vague daydreams of dismembered limbs or becoming a tendrilled monster yourself.

But it didn't matter when all those thoughts lead back to Peter's face as it fell when you spoke, anger dissolving into sadness and shame. 

[definitelynotindecisive]

So I found you through your batfam/Spiderman fic and I was wondering if you could make a rec list?

Hey there! Thank you for checking out my blog and for reading my fic! I love seeing that you've commented on a chapter in my inbox.

As far as a rec list goes, I've never actually written one before. But I assume you want ones that are specifically spider-man/batman crossovers?

It's a whole new way of looking at [daddy issues] by spaghettiash: This a series of two little one-shots that I absolutely loved. It's another Peter gets transported to the DC universe with Dick Grayson looking exactly like Richard Parker. Love this one.

Help Me, I Don't Feel Like Myself Anymore by Astra_Nova_Kat: This fic was amazing, this was my bookmark comment exactly "I need this, I need this like I need oxygen, like I need love. This is so well written, I could cry. I need it injected into my veins and tattooed on the inside of my eyelids, omg." Again, much like the one above, Peter is transported into the DCU and stumbles across alternate versions of Richard Parker and Ben Parker. I loved it.

Aunt May and the Justice League by Anonymous: This fic is great, if you love the idea of Aunt May being kick ass and -fade to black- sleeping her way through the Justice League in a super classy way, and being such a supportive mum to her dear nephew Peter in the DCU. Very much open relationships, though the main plot doesn't really start to kick in until a few chapters in.

Green, through and through by another_fucking_robin: I love this one, particularly because it's trans Peter Parker. There just aren't enough of them, and when it's well written, it plucks at my heart strings. Plus, the Lazarus Pit is an ally, and I love that for them. This fic just starts off so good, I was in love with it from chapter one.

rot with all the burnouts in the cell by magnuschases: This fic is really entertaining. Like, Dick Grayson, you are the father! And Peter's responses were just great. Awkward grandpa!Bruce will always have my heart.

Singing In My Blood by LialeeEderian: This one is cute. Peter literally falls into Dick Grayson's life. Dick Grayson is clearly his alternate universe dad, and everyone can see it.

a shining spider web by Selador: an alternate spin off of Dark Matter by mysterycyclone. In this fic, the nice guy on the subway that gives him sunglasses during his migraine, clearly Jason Todd, takes him home and adopts him. Very cute and sweet.

Homesick by NotSoSweetHeh: I adore this fic. Peter convinces the Batfam that he's actually an alien, rather than a dimension traveller. Seems easier to him, that way. And it is very easy for him to pull off.

Harry Potter and the Great Custody Battle by dajgen: Okay, say what you will about JKR, she's TERF piece of shit and I hate her. However, I do not hate Dajgen and their work (that would make me a hypocrite, considering my work Wildflowers in the Spring, with is also a HP/DC crossover). Controversial to add a HP related fic, but I feel like I should add it anyway, because I genuinely enjoyed it. It's basically a fic where Harry is related to both Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne. Harry needs them to get out of the Triwizard Tournament. So, a threeway crossover. I won't give anymore spoilers, should you choose to read it.

I hope you liked my picks, I've never actually made one of these before, so I hope I did it right 😅 feel free to hit me up if you want to share your thoughts about my recommendations. I tried to pick fics that were in a similar vein to mine, since I wasn't sure exactly what you were looking for. Thank you for this ask, it was really fun putting this list together! Shout out to all these very talented writers. There's plenty more, but I don't want to inundate you. If you want more recommendations at a later date, feel free to ask me again 💕💕