I was looking at some Spiderman PJ pants a moment ago, and had a little idea for Peter x fem!reader <3
Would you mind writing him seeing her wearing Spiderman merch? Like a hoodie or some pyjamas, I'm happy either way! Thank you! :)
what are those | peter parker
pairing: mcu!peter x reader
word count: 0,8k
summary: where y/n wears spider-man merch
a/n: please tell me i’m not the only one who always has to think of that one scene in hercules when someone mentions merch lmao *slurps* “thirsty?”
warnings: none
universe: marvel
You skip happily to the door and swing it open, humming to the tune of a song that plays through the TV in the living room. You were expecting the pizza delivery guy to already be here with your order when the doorbell rang. You did not expect Peter standing on your doorstep at nine in the evening.
“Peter? What are you doing here?”, you ask, surprised, taking the spoon out of your mouth, the one you were eating your ice cream with, and put it back in the small ice cream container in your hand.
Peter looks just as startled as you do, as if he has no idea why he’s even here. He stares at you, and you start wondering if there’s something on your face or if your hair looks strange when he finally answers you.
“You weren’t at school today and you didn’t reply to my messages, so I wanted to check in and see if you were okay”, he explains, sounding embarrassed, but you realize something else is really bothering him. When he can’t hold it back any longer, he bursts out: “What are those?!”
Perplexed, you look down at yourself and realize you’re wearing your new Spider-Man pajama pants. They are red and feature Spider-Man’s mask multiple times, but in the shape of a heart. Scattered throughout are small spiderwebs, bows, and hearts. Objectively speaking, the pants aren’t actually that ugly, especially when you consider some of the grotesque fan merchandise out there. Either way, they are pants Peter was never supposed to know about because you didn’t even buy them yourself. A friend of yours is a huge Spider-Man fan, but the pants didn’t fit her, so she gave them to you. And now you’re standing here in front of him wearing your own boyfriend’s merchandise like some crazy fangirl.
For Peter, however, this is clearly the best day of his life, judging by his expression.
“Where did you get those?”, Peter asks excitedly, following you inside because you’d rather escape this conversation as quickly as possible.
“They’re not mine. Well, they are now. But I didn’t buy them. My friend-”
“Is there more merch of me? I-I mean of me as in Spider-Man. Slippers? Plushies? Travel mugs?”, Peter interrupts your explanation, fidgeting as he is unable to stop staring at your pants. Even when you sit down on the sofa, Peter sitting down next to you, he can’t tear his gaze away. He even reaches for them, as if he wants to test what material they are made of.
“I don’t know. You should ask my friend. She’s a huge Spidey fan”, you wave him off, and in doing so, you’ve immediately hit a nerve.
“Oh, and you’re not?”
“Nah, not really. I think there are way cooler superheroes out there”, you smile innocently and can clearly see how Peter has to suppress a laugh at that. “Gotta support my local Brooklyn superhero. Love Captain America. Way cooler.”
“Sure, but are there pajama pants with his face on it?”, Peter asks challengingly, trying to remain as serious as possible about this.
“Probably”, you shrug and there’s a three second silence before you both burst into laughter.
Your stomach aches after a while from laughing so much, but you just can’t believe you’re sitting on the sofa with Spider-Man, wearing his merch. You already know you’ll never hear the end of this. You can’t wait until he tells Ned... At least now you know what to get him for his birthday.
Even though you haven’t bought any of his merch yourself, you know where to find some. In fact, you’re more surprised that Peter hasn’t heard about it yet, considering Spider-Man is everywhere and you can find at least one product with him on it in every corner shop.
“If you like the pants so much, you can have them”, you offer Peter, who has now pulled several sheets of paper out of his backpack, obviously worksheets he brought you from school.
“Nah I’m good. I like them better when you wear them anyway”, Peter winks at you and thus makes you blush immediately.
“I-I have to admit, they’re super comfy”, you giggle, taking a look at one of the worksheets to distract yourself from the warmth in your cheeks.
“Spider-Man products are, of course, made with the highest quality in mind, that goes without saying. I’ve heard Spider-Man himself is committed to ensuring that only the very best products reach the market”, Peter laughs, making you laugh too, before you playfully push him aside because he’s literally known about this merchandise for three minutes.
He’s going to be unbearable, you know it, but that’s fine, because if he’s always going to be as excited as a little kid like he just was, then you’re excited for and with him. Besides, he looks incredibly handsome sitting there right now, starting to explain to you what you missed in school. Your nerdy, slightly self-absorbed superhero boyfriend.
And, look, I love these and adore these. Rest of the avengers font trust loki, and he doesnt trust them, but they are all guled by a glue whos name is spiderman. He is their web, that connects them.
And Thor gets to be fun uncle.
But imagine this trope but backwards.
-Loki gets cursed and now is back in his teenarger body, and he is stuck and he hates it (because of his gener fluidity)
-Peter doesnt recognize loki, befriends him, and is very exiting because "Wow, gods magic!"
-Loki is suprised peter wants to be friends, but you wont catch him complaining about it.
-They start fighting criminals together.
-They meet avengers (Thor is abscent because he is busy with something)
-Loki talk about weird shit (his own life experience: beging a mother, wizard, adopted)
-Avengers like this new guy.
-Thor comes back and he finaly tells everbody that this is Loki.
-the curse gets broken because somebody had to directly called him loki or something like that and he couldnt physicaly tell anybody.
Thank you for all the support you guys have given me. So I started this blog in lockdown and I had a lot of free time but now I don't have time to write anything as I'm so busy with life. I'm not deleting this blog the stories will still be available but I won't be posting anything further more. 🫶🏼💌✨
I listened to this masterpiece and immediately thought of Lokius.
I see this scene in my mind very detaily.
Loki and Mobius are faced with a big decision and one of them must stay and the other must leave.
I don't know what exactly should happen. I haven't thought about it. But it would have to do something with multiverses, time slipping and other difficulties.
The one who has to go and stop it is Loki. And this would be the dialogue they would have between them:
Mobius: Loki, I know you and all of yours variants. You've never been a hero. Your intentions have always been very selfish. You've never wanted to save the world so why now? Why don't you just stay with me?
Loki: Well, that sounds pretty much like me right? You are not wrong. You know me so well and trust me, I want to stay by your side. But I've never said that I want to save the world. What I want in the first place is to save YOU. And if I'm lucky....I swear...I'm gonna save US.
✒️ Jennifer Walters just got a new habit in the latest chapter of A Ghost Thing
Rated: T
Genre: Family Drama/Comedy, Crack taken seriously
Warnings: Drug reference
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“Ask her about the cat,” Susan is standing crooked, lowered opacity fingers reaching mid-question.
“Never mind the cat!” Elaine nudges her sister, “How’s Morris?!”
Natasha selects the last question to repeat, sipping her tea.
Jennifer tilts her head from side to side, “Dad is Dad. He loves to fuss in the garage and take things apart. He's busy with a new convertible.”
Elaine holds her forehead, “Such frivolous spending. He could afford to update my headstone.”
“Ask Jenny if she's met a man!” Susan prods further.
Natasha lowers her mug, sitting in the sofa ‘with’ Elaine and Susan across from Jennifer, “Are you seeing anyone?”
“Ha!” Jennifer leans back, dodging behind her laugh, “I was. Things got awkward when I met his parents. They didn't like the whole, hey! I change colors! Thing.”
“Got it.”
“Yeah. I don't know why I can't find a decent man with a family who won't judge me. I mean, you manage well. You don't find it strange.”
“Not anymore. It, does take some time to adjust. Be patient.”
“Adjust to what?” Elaine glares with foggy eyes, “What's wrong with turning green?!”
“I'm back with a menu!” Bruce enters the living room with a laminated sheet.
“Oh wow,’ Natasha leans back, ‘where was this? In the attic?”
“I made it myself, thank you very much,” He looks in between the twosome, “What’ll it be?”
“Ooh uh,’ Jennifer taps her lip with her green painted nails, ‘hmm.”
Natasha crosses a knee in silence, “There are a lot of options.”
“Well?” Bruce impatiently urges his cousin to pick.
Jennifer lowers the paper, fingertips spread as they tap each other, “What else do you have?”
“What do you mean, ‘what else’? I have what's on the sheet,” he gestures, sitting on the edge of the table.
“It's just. It's quirky, cousin.”
“What's quirky about it?”
“Natalia!” Romanoff hears her mother lecture as she passes through, doing her best version of dusting from beyond the grave, “That table is a priceless gift from the Czar and not to be sat on!”
“Bruce?” Natasha rubs her temple.
“Yeah, what?” he looks over his shoulder.
“The table...”
He blinks.
She shuts her eyes as her mother goes off in Russian and answers quickly, “We have other furniture meant to be sat in.”
“Okay, okay!” Bruce stands, cautiously pressing the air as if the gesture will calm Natasha.
Her mother nods and continues through the next wall.
“I'm thinking,’ Jennifer looks upward toward the ceiling, ‘steak.”
“Steak,” Banner’s eyebrows lift.
“Yes. And mashed potatoes. Not from the bag.”
“That's not on the menu.”
“No, but that's what I want,” she smirks.
“Uh huh…That’s nice,’ Bruce takes his page back in a huff, ‘seriously?!”
“Seriously.”
Elaine throws her hands into the air, “Who spoiled HER? Natasha?! You go find the inheritance money and split it with Bruce.”
“Bruce will get mine when I,” Susan swipes a finger across her neck.
“You've been dead for years, Sue! Your money was divided up and given to the children years ago!” Elaine glares.
Susan's eyes widen, “What do you mean ‘dead’?! Who's dead?! Is my ex dead?”
