Welcome to the West Wing of the BackToTheFanfiction Library. Here you can find the complete collection of stories written for characters played by Andrew Garfield. Here you will find Peter Parker variants a plenty and a few other characters too.
The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Mob!Peter AU (18+ ONLY)
COMPLETE
Peter Parker’s wife left him 3 years ago. Suddenly she’s back and she’s brought some news that is about to change everything, unfortunately that news comes with it’s own set of complications and he’s out for blood.
OPEN BOOK
Turn Around
His Favourite Place Your Favourite Place
Can't Swing Home From Amsterdam
A Matter of Life and Death
Last Kiss
Peter Parker x Nurse Reader
Circus!Peter x Reader
I Got You
It's Always Been You
Wake Up
The Dishwasher
Done
Perspective
Oh Honey (Peter cheers you up)
In Your Boss's Office (**)
Tease (**)
Crushed Make Me Forget (**)
Harry’s Girl (**)
A Christmas Blessing: The Gift of Moving On (frat!Peter)
The Bet & The Costume (frat!Peter) (**)
Super Dad (dad!Peter)
It's A Right of Passage (dad!Peter)
Mayday in the Playroom (dad!Peter/Spiderverse Au)
20 Minutes (dad!Peter)
Shhh (dad!Peter) (**)
Spiders & Lace (1920s Mob!Peter Au) (**)
Bitten (SpiderVerse Au)
One Last Date For Christmas (18+ Only)
ONGOING
What happens when the annual holiday hookup becomes a holidate situation.
One
A Collection of Professor!Peter Parker Stories (18+ Only)
ONGOING
What happens when you turn up to your first day of college classes and your new physics Professor is the same guy who rocked your world the night before?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5 Part 3
Cherry Bomb (18+ Only)
ON HIATUS
A group of 20 something year old young heroes just trying to live in the city that never sleeps.
OPEN BOOK
The Secrets We Keep
ONGOING
After the Lafferty Case Jeb is still struggling with his shaken faith. When he takes a new job in the next state over to escape all the horrors of his hometown, he runs into a familiar face from his past, will old comforts help him to heal or will all the secrets from their adult lives ruin everything.
a mafia love story • TASM!Peter Parker x OFC/MJ! Variant
Read on AO3 because, yeah.
TW: SENSITIVE/DARK CONTENT
(warnings listed at the bottom of this post)
Over a decade ago, Peter Parker of this (alternate) universe survived a horrible tragedy and saw firsthand the depth of New York City's corruption. He challenged the Underworld and conquered it. Now, he's its god.
The last thing he needs is some sweet Persephone — at a coffee shop, no less — smiling at him, charming him, intriguing him. Tempting him.
Of Monsters and Men • Mother's Day • The Perfect Drug • Madripoor • The Skulls • Eye for an Eye • A Simple Favor
+ bonus content below
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Other tags: Can be considered 'Reader', No physical descriptions, NO use of Y/N, Angst, Sensitive Content Warning, Read the Warnings, Enemies to Lovers, Mob!Peter, Mafia!AU, Peter Parker is a Mess, Rich Peter Parker, Mob!Peter Parker, Childhood Trauma, Blood and Injury, So Much Pining, no y/n, Forced Cohabitation, Past Domestic Ab*se, A mafia story that's actually violent and not silly, Forced Relationship, Slow Burn, Cute Dates, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Sugar Daddy, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Enemies to Friends to Idiots to Lovers, Addiction, Yandere!Peter sorta, Steamy Photo Sessions, Mildly Dubious Consent, Expl*cit S**ual Content, Sexual Tension, Mutual M*sturb*tion, Dark Past, Secrets, Dark Peter Parker, Past Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), New York City, Kidnapping, Coffee Shop Meet Cute, Superior Spider
OMG... Noooooooo! Don’t do this to me! I definitely have more than 20 favorite fanfics, and maybe 10 writers that I love very much and I look forward to every update of them!
God, it’s very hard to choose! I have several fanfics that I love and that I always re-read because they are excellent. But since you are forcing me to choose, let’s go:
The Spider And The Sunflower, by @spidervee
The Sugar & Vice series, by @liz-allyn
Dancing on my Own, by @blooming-violets
The Angle in the Garden of Evil series, by @backtothefanfiction
Another Love series, by @abibliophobiaa
About my favorite Tumblr writers, I have some that I love and read all the time, and they are just some of the best on this site. But if I can only name three, they are @liz-allyn , @blooming-violets and @withahappyrefrain (with their mafia!Peter that are simply the best 🫦)
Thank you for the question. And once again thank you to the Tumblr writers - including those I did not mention in this post, I love you, I love the work of all of you.
Heeeey @hollandweather remember that request you sent me forever ago?? ii went with the mob!peter version ii hope you're good with that :)
Pairing: Mob!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Content Warnings: Lots of fighting and yelling, happyish ending, angsty. Let me know if I missed anything cause I'm sure I did.
Kind of a sequel but not really to this
Pretty please read and reblog!! thanks friend
Freshly painted black nails contrasted against the soft cream color of the armchair cushion as she dug her nails into the fabric. Standing in the dimly lit office waiting for him to notice her, she stood like a haunting figure in front of him, simply waiting for an acknowledgment.
“Peter.” Her words came out soft, yet stern. Swallowing the angry lump in her throat as his eyebrows raised, and his chest fell.
“Yes baby?”
He spoke simply, not even lifting his head to acknowledge her. He was engrossed in whatever he was looking at some paper with a mugshot attached. Ever since the shootout that killed him Peter had been different. He came back different. Angerier, more cruel. Never to her, just others. She hadn’t been sure what happened, maybe it had given him time to reflect. Time to be angry at the cards he was dealt in life.
“Do you not..?” She fumbled over her words in her upset.
“It feels like you don’t care about..us anymore Peter.” There was a sad honesty in her voice. She wished she had been making it up, that it was all in her head. Peter threw himself into his work the moment he got better. He’d leave several times for days on end; not a single call to let her know he was okay or when he’d be home. It was unlike him.
He furrowed his brows, looking at her finally. “Of course I care, baby.”
Again, there's the distance in his voice. It feels rehearsed, almost like he’d been practicing this delivery for the months he’s been back. There were times where he didn’t seem himself, he was quick to anger and quick to jump. He and Harry having nearly had several physical altercations since being back. Felicia having gone ghost on them after she and Peter had it out over an action plan. His wife was feeling his anger, and it was nesting in her. She could try to nurse him back to his mentality before, she could settle his arguments with friends and colleagues. However, she could only handle him neglecting her for so long.
“Do you know what today is?” She began to wander around the office. Their wedding picture is sitting snugly on the bookcase in a gold frame. Both are much younger in the photo having gotten married straight out of high school.
“October 19th..wh- Oh, oh baby.”
For a moment her Peter was there, the realization washed over the room. She knew he felt like an idiot rethinking the day. She’d made his favorite breakfast, they showered together, and she’d even gone shopping and excitedly showed him everything she had gotten. She was now dressed in a purple slip dress she’d bought today.
He forgot their anniversary.
Peter stood up from his desk rushing to her. She felt exposed under his touch, pulling her face away as he grabbed her jaw in his calloused hand.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry baby.”
“It’s whatever Peter.” She backed away, tears pooling in her eyes. “I just wanted to know that you still cared and…well, I got my answer.” Angrily she stormed out of his office, slamming the door shut behind her. A photo of them falling off his decor table in the show of aggression, the frame bursting into dozens tiny pieces.
Peter followed behind her, his feet slamming against the hardwood of the stairs. “I don’t care! Is that what you’re saying right now?”
“That's what I said.” She yells back trying to slam their bedroom door in his face. Peter grabbed it, pushing it open. He stared at her in shock, standing there with his arms at his side. His wife glaring back at him, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“You don’t care about me or us anymore. All you care about is killing those people who hurt you. All you care about is work, what’s being moved in and what's being taken out.” She started pointing a finger at him. “This is the last fucking straw Peter. I’m fucking tired. I can’t keep fixing the things you fuck up because you are so blinded by rage. You are so fucking selfish. You forgot my birthday, and our wedding anniversary. Harry doesn’t even want to see you any fucking more because you are not yourself. I want Peter back not whatever fucking stranger crawled into your body while you were dying. I want my husband because you are not him, he was a good husband.”
Both her and Peter stared at one another. She knew she shouldn’t have said it.
Her anger echoed in the room, she expected him to fight back. She wanted him to fight back, yell, scream, let her know that he in some way cared. Instead he turned and looked at himself in the mirror and then down at his socked feet.
“So me proving I care about you, about Harry. About anything other than myself would mean I’d stop taking down the people who hurt me. I’d stop going after Li or Fisk’s guys who got together and planned to kill not only me but everything I cared about including you?”
He stared at her like she had five heads. Not knowing how to respond she rubbed her hands down her face. He was putting words in her mouth.
“Cool, cool yeah. I’ll stop, fuck I’ll step down from being the head of this organization. We can totally live a normal life not constantly looking over our shoulders.``
“You’re being mean, you’re putting words in my fucking mouth.” She warns. Peter takes a deep breath shaking his head as he looks down, something he did to keep himself from crying.
“I went to that warehouse to protect all of you. Do you understand that? Because if I didn’t go to them, they were gonna come to us. Now, I am cleaning up a mess I made that has put you all at risk. I’m..” Peter’s hands shook at his side, before coming up to rub his face aggressively. He dropped down to the floor sitting his back against the wall.
“I’m sorry I’m a bad husband, I haven’t been a good husband since that night and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I left you here, I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry that I put you in any danger by coming back. But as a good husband and as a good friend or boss I have to kill them.” He whispered to her, as she joined him on the floor.
“You have every right to be mad at me. I’m mad at myself. And this isn’t me guilt tripping you, this is me telling you that you’re right I haven’t been a good husband and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I forgot your birthday and our anniversary and that I’ve been a total piece of shit.”
“I didn’t mean it. I just, I knew it would hurt your feelings and I wanted you to hurt like I did.”
Peter kissed her head, his hand cradling her cheek bringing her to his chest. She let out a soft sigh burying her head in his neck. “I just got caught up in keeping everyone safe that I forgot what I was protecting. I am so sorry for hurting you and doing anything that made you feel like I didn’t love you” He whispered in her hair, rubbing small circles on her back.
“I know. And I know I’ll forgive you for it, but can we start by at least having an anniversary night? It’s all I want, just you and me, no work or anything.”
“I’ll give you an anniversary week, how's that?” Peter bargains. “Make up for the missed birthday. We can go anywhere you want.”
“Anywhere?” She smiles up at her husband, who gives her a loving look before kissing her cheek.
“Anywhere.” He confirms holding her closer. “I love you.” He assures her, pulling her legs over his thigh rocking her.
Idk if someone has requested this already for your bingo prompts but jumping onto the bandwagon and requesting arranged marriage for reader and mob boss peter (can I also request a slight age difference and reader being terrified of what her husband does)
I like to think I added a nice twist to the whole "arranged marriage" trope.
Warnings: reader has a crappy family, some violence, mention of abuse
You stared ahead as your mother applied blush on your face. The itchy fabric of the dress she insisted on you wearing was digging into your skin. You desperately wished to yank out the bobby pins digging into your scalp.
Instead, you stayed still as she made you 'presentable'.
"Remember, don't say a word unless he asks you. Last thing we need is that mouth of yours ruining our one chance."
How do you pay a hitman to take care of your debts when you have no money?
You offer him a wife as payment.
In a way, you were glad Peter Parker wanted to see you before agreeing to marry you. Though it didn't make you feel less like some animal on display.
Your mother's hand on your arm yanked you out of your thoughts.
"Did you hear me? You better listen when he talks, men hate a woman who doesn't listen."
Of course, they just want a doll, not a wife. You fought back the snide comment. Your family had been tense about this meeting for the past few days. Snarky comments wouldn't help.
It was a double win for them. They'd get rid of their debt and of you.
"It's the best I can do," your mother sighed, "Tell him she's ready."
Your eyes fixated on the gaudy artwork your father insisted on hanging in his office. In a way, you were thankful that they told you this news the night before.
It gave you the chance to cry into your pillow until you fell asleep. Now a numb, empty feeling resided within you.
Was it such a shock that they would hand you over to a man so easily capable of being cruel and violent?
It shouldn't, given their annoyance towards your whole existence.
"You'll finally be useful. He's needed a new wife anyways, it's been three years since his first one died."
The door opened, yet your eyes still remained on the stupid artwork. They remained on it even when a long, lean torso clad in well tailored dress pants and a button up stood in front of you.
Long, ring-adorned fingers hooked themselves around your chin, forcing your head to tilt upwards until you made eye contact with your potential husband.
Peter Parker was handsome, you'll give him that. But his amber eyes were hardened and looked devoid of emotion. Not that you expected much from someone who made themselves known for being able to quickly and efficiently commit violent acts.
He tilted your head to the side, his lips tightly drawn together as he inspected you.
You tried to keep your face neutral, to not show any emotion. Partly so if this deal went sour, your parents couldn't cast (as much) blame onto you. Partly because you didn't want him to think you were scared.
You hoped he couldn't see that your hands were shaking.
"Stand." His voice was deep, laced with a Queens accent.
Hesitation filled you, until your eyes made contact with the death glare your mother was sending you.
And so you stood, albeit slowly. You already knew he was older than you, but the fact you didn't even come up to his chin made you feel like a child.
Perhaps that would deter him.
Instead, he chuckled, "You're so little."
You couldn't help but look down, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your dress.
This time you felt all of Peter's hands as they cupped your jawline, his fingers reaching the back of your neck. Your gaze was brought back to his face, his brow knitted in concentration as he studied yours.
"Pretty eyes," he muttered, "You talk?"
"When I want to," you whispered without thinking. Great, you blew it. He'd reject the offer and your family would actually have a valid reason to hate you and-
"And a sense of humor! I'll take her," He told your parents, as if you were some cut of meat and they were the butcher's at the local deli.
His hands dropped from your face as he turned to your parents, "Gotta get the place ready. I can take her Wednesday."
Pretty eyes and a sense of humor. That was all Peter Parker needed to determine you would make a suitable wife.
He didn't even attempt to have a conversation with you. That was what sealed the deal. He just wanted a warm body to fuck and birth his children. And while he found delight in your sense of humor now, that certainly wouldn't be the case later.
Sure, life with your family wasn't great. But what was the point of trading one hell for another?
So you ran. Or tried to.
You barely made it to the gate of your family's house when you heard yelling. You attempted to begin to climb up the gate when a large hand grabbed your ankle, pulling you down.
A curse fell from the lips of one of your father’s henchmen as you kicked, freeing you briefly. For a moment, you thought you had a chance. That perhaps a higher power did exist and took pity on you.
How stupid of you.
Another pair of arms grabbed your waist. You used all your strength to try to free yourself. Just when you thought you had a chance, you felt a rag cover your mouth.
Despite the sweet smell that flooded your nostrils, your body surged with panic. It became difficult to fight back, having to use all your strength just to jerk back your wrist.
And still, it wasn't enough. The rough material of rope dug into your skin.
You don't know when you closed your eyes, but the last thing you recalled hearing was "Let's give Parker an early wedding gift."
Despite years of no one listening to you, you still managed to mumble a weak "No.
Not that it mattered. It never did.
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Rough hands grabbed your arms, pulling you up from the car seat. Your body was slow to react, though that didn't stop you from trying to resist.
The rag placed in your mouth made it next to impossible to scream, though it didn't prevent you from making such an attempt.
An elbow jabbed you in the ribs, causing you to bend over in pain.
"No wonder your folks want to get rid of you."
The men dragged you into a huge house that had nearly all of the lights turned off.
You tried to fight back, tried to wrangle yourself out of their grip. But they held on tight, practically dragging you through the house into you came into a study.
Hands shoved you hard, pushing you onto the floor, the marble bruising your knees.
You looked up to find Peter Parker sitting on the couch.
What a pathetic site you were. You could feel the mascara that had stained your cheeks, your body bruised and beaten from your attempts of escaping.
"What the fuck is going on?" He asked, sounding angry. That didn't shock you, he did say that he would be ready to take you in two days.
Now he was getting you early.
"Boss saw her trying to escape. Said to get her and bring her over to you," one of your father's men explained.
He nodded his head as he stood up, walking over to you. You stared at the floor, too ashamed of yourself to look at him.
"Her family says she's all yours." The other man mentioned.
It shouldn't have shocked you that your family would be willing to give you away to a violent man without any regards to your well-being. But it still stung.
This time you couldn't even wipe away your tears.
"They wanna know when you'll hold up your end of the deal," one of the men said to Peter.
Peter didn't respond. Instead, he kneeled down, his hands reaching to cup your face. The cool metal of his rings felt soothing against your hot, tear-stained face.
His eyes examined you. First your face, then the rest of your body. His amber eyes hardened upon seeing the bruises and marks on you, a scowl forming on his face.
"Hello? Parker, you got an answer or not?"
"Wednesday. Like I said I would," He replied without looking at them, his eyes still on you.
"Enjoy your new wife. Good luck with this one," they scoffed.
"Take the back way, Miles will show you," Peter leaned in, his lips hovering over your ear.
"You're safe now."
No you weren't. Your parents just handed you over to a man who had killed with his bare hands. Not only that, but they showed him exactly what they thought of you, letting him know the level of treatment they expected from him towards you was low.
Peter's hands moved towards the rope that bounded your arms and hands together, making quick work of removing them.
"They're not gonna fucking touch you after that," he muttered.
You stared at him in confusion.
Suddenly a gunshot rang out, clearly coming from inside the house. Then another.
From a distance, you could hear the voices of your father's men, yelling out in agony.
Two more shots quickly silenced them.
Peter's hands moved up to your face, removing the rag your mouth had been gagged with.
You stared at him. You should run. You could run now, thanks to him removing the ropes. Why would he do that?
Wouldn't he want his wife tied up, nice and pliant? Or did he get some sick, twisted pleasure from the idea of you putting up a fight against him? A fight he would win in an instant.
"W-why did you do that?" Was all you could ask.
"So that way when your family finds their bodies on their doorstep, they know not to bother me about why I haven't offed Craven to take care of their debt," He explained, as if it was clear as day.
He held his hand out for you. All you could do was stare in horror at the man in front of you.
"I need to check the burn marks you got from the rope. There's better lighting in the library." As if that should be enough to convince you.
He kneeled down, his hands reaching towards you. You tried to move away, a shriek beginning to fall from your lips.
One of Peter's ringed hands quickly clamped over your mouth, his body pinning yours to the ground.
This was it. He'd seen you disobey him and now he would put you in your place.
"Look, I know it's hard to believe, but you're safer with me. I just made sure those lowlifes you call 'family' don't ever bother you again. Running away is probably the dumbest choice you could make right now." Peter's voice was firm and gruff, sending shudders throughout your body.
You could only stare back at him, the events of today finally catching up to your mental state.
That was when his eyes softened. He removed his hand from your mouth, his long fingers gently stroking the sides of your face.
"You're safe here. Let me help you," He whispered.
His eyes looked gentle, never leaving you as he pushed himself off of your body, extending out a hand.
Shaking, you raised yours, taking it.
You didn't trust him.
But Peter Parker was right. As for now, he was your only option.
Which is how you found yourself in his library. A first aid kit adorned the marble coffee table as Peter was on his knees, inspecting your injuries.
"It's minor," you said softly, watching him apply an antibiotic cream to a burn on your arm.
"This isn't minor," He responded, shaking his head.
"I've had worse," you said, shrugging.
It wasn't until he looked up at you with a frown on his face and those soft eyes that you realized the weight behind your words.
You didn't need his pity. You had done just fine without it.
"Why did you pick me? As your wife?" You then asked, wanting to distract him and yourself from your previous words.
A small smile crept on his face, like he had heard an inside joke, "You're smart, pretty clever, and nice. Not to mention beautiful."
You crossed your arms, "You got all of that from a five minute meeting?"
Peter shook his head as he put away the first aid kit, "I knew that before we met. I know a lot more than you think, lamb."
How dare he make assumptions and act like he was your savior in all of this? He was just as much as responsible for you being in this situation as your parents. And to practically admit he had seen you before? Was that supposed to make you feel better?
You were about to question him when you were interrupted.
"Daddy?" A small voice called out.
You looked up to the doorway. Standing there, was a small child who couldn't have been older than three. She had curly dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that were still full of sleep. Clad in a long nightgown while holding onto a stuffed elephant, she looked out of place in the elegant library.
Peter gave you a knowing look before getting up to walk over to the small child.
"What'cha doing up lovebug? Was it too loud?" He asked softly, kneeling down.
She nodded her head, still rubbing her eyes with one hand while the other clutched her stuffed animal.
"I'm sorry bug. Those men who were being loud are gone now and they won't come back," He said as he picked her up, a large hand rubbing her back.
It wasn't the fact that Peter Parker had a child that was shocking.
"Sophie?" Her eyes looked up at the sound of her name, meeting yours.
It was the fact that you knew her.
The little girl who you had been made to watch when you and your mother visited Betty Brandt. Betty wanted the little girl out of her hair, your mom wanted you out of sight.
So you two spent time together, reading stories and exploring the gardens. The small child had taken to you.
The last words she said to you from several days ago rang in your head.
"Daddy says I'm going to get a new mommy soon!" Sophie explained.
You smiled at her news. Her father was involved in the business, though no one ever seem to know his name.
"That's wonderful Sophie! I bet she's so excited to be your new Mommy!" Secretly, you were praying that would be the case. The last thing this sweet girl needed was someone who wouldn't even try to love her.
"I saw a star last night and made a wish on who I want to be my new Mommy! But I can't tell ya 'cause it won't come true if I do!"
You had just laughed at her words and went back to tending to the garden.
The call of your name pulled you out of the haze surrounding your thoughts. Somehow, Sophie had gotten out of Peter's arms and was crawling up the couch, into your lap.
"My wish came true! You're my new Mama!"
Your stomach lurched, your hands shaking. And yet, when you looked down to see that big smile on her face and saw how the corners of her eyes crinkled, you couldn't find it in your heart to show any disdain.
So instead, you gave her a small smile as you pushed a curl out of her face, "Your wish came true."
"Sophie, you wanna show Mama your bedroom? We can read you a story," Peter suggested. You looked up, your eyes meeting his.
A small smile adorned his face. He had caught you. Was this his plan all along? To trap you?
It was easy to assume the worst in Peter Parker, given all the stories you heard.
But you also heard the stories Sophie told you about her 'Daddy'. The one who read her a story every night, who played cowboys and tea parties with her. Who made the best spaghetti "in the whole wide world!"
The way he kneeled down to soothe Sophie when she first walked in matched up with those stories.
Could you be safe here?
"C'mon Mama!" Sophie tugged on your hand. You smiled, standing up and letting her show you the way.
A large hand placed itself on the small of your back. You turned your head to find that Peter was now walking beside you.
"After she shows you her bedroom, I can show you yours," He said softly.
"Mine?" Your brows knitted in confusion. Surely he meant his bedroom.
He nodded his head, "Figured you'd want your own."
You stopped, only able to stare at him. Peter offered a gentle smile in return as the hand on your back applied a slight amount of pressure, reminding you to keep walking.
All your life you felt like you were on edge, always ready for the worse to happen.
That feeling hadn't gone away, but for right now, it was dull.
You were still determined to figure out Peter Parker. The man was going to be your husband after all.
And despite his methods, despite all the stories you heard, it was possible that he did care about you.
he does not hesitate to use a bit of his... influence in finding out your likes and dislikes before your first date. he planned it perfectly.
you always wondered how he got it so perfect, pulling out all the stops. well, now you know.
he even knew the right flowers to buy you, and every week since your first date you have received the same flowers. they have a permanent spot in your apartment, and he likes to smell them every time he comes over.
nobody would ever guess Spider-Man was, you know, also a mobster. except you, and the first time you present this theory he almost chokes on his drink.
"why do you think that, love?"
"ain't no way a regular dude is getting all that money to upgrade his suit to the best technology, it's so expensive, Peter!"
that was your third date
and you weren't wrong, either.
and his NICKNAMES
there are so many
his favourites include, but are not limited to: love, bug, sweetheart
but mostly love
it weakened your knees
on your fourth date, he forgets to change his shirt and there's a splatter of blood on his cuffs.
lest you get into a panic mode, he had to explain everything to you, and all you could think of was how your mom always said to ask for a man's job on the first date. you wondered what he would've replied had you asked him on the first date
you voice your concerns
"that's your first question after I just told you I had to beat up a guy to keep my workers in line?"
"curiosities," you shrugged
he tells you he would've told you he's a businessman
that checks with all the suits he wears - in which he looks delicious, btw - and how busy he is. that's what you thought he was until a few moments ago
I mean, it's not exactly wrong
so you ask him if he kills people, and a dark shade takes over his eyes
"not good ones," he had replied, voice an octave lower than usual, making a chill run down your spine
that date was, at your request, cancelled and the two of you instead went to his home so you could take care of Peter after he winced when you hugged him
there were so many bruises
and he got a good enough lecture about taking care of himself
and he was so sure he had already fallen in love when you were lecturing him about self defense
obsessed with mob peter might make more fics about it. comments and reblogs are much appreciated, thank you for reading!
This is for @withahappyrefrain 's Positivity Night. What a great idea! I hope I did this correctly Abby.
I follow a number of creators and some of them even follow me back! It's been a great experience and so here is some appreciation and good vibes...thanks Abby for doing this!
In no particular order and some with a lil blurb lagniappe as I've gotten to know them. This is long but ya know, I'm not at the Oscars on a time limit so read it or keep scrolling past. Your choice.
@blooming-violets aka @eatbrainsfordinner gave me some great advice when I first joined on how not to get blocked due to blog appearance and has an amazing library of fics that sent me down a rabbit hole. Plus in possession of a side-holding you will fall out of your chair sense of humor. Laughter can give us hope and I know that some of her comment/replies just put me in a better frame of mind.
@liz-allyn whose mob!peter fic Sugar and Vice (all of her work really) just blows me away. If you haven't got Honey, life just isn't sweet at all at all. All her content just radiates emotion. Depth. It's all there.
@webslingingslasher such a talent and so very very kind to everyone. Am enthralled with nerd!peter/frat!peter. I have no clue where the late night sleepover energy comes from though. I am in awe.
@sincericida no one tops her blog for Andrew Garfield content. No one. I check it more frequently than I do the daily news. Could get lost for days with the top tier content. A real sweetheart, too. Always answers asks.
@luvablehand a winsome writer with great imagination. Absolutely love that there is an updated list of WIPs on the blog so I know what is coming.
@periprose Nice blogger and her Peter Parker is adorable. Completed chapter fic Florence is great.
@theradioactivespidergwen aka @she-likesorchids great writer across multiple fandoms and great wit. We share a love of various sandwiches, know that dressing is superior to stuffing, and think sweater weather is amazing. It's glorious.
@reidslovely haunting haunting writing that stays with me. Love our interactions when I have questions about a story/plot/character. Has been writing more mob!peter and I am a member of the mob!peter fan club for life.
@loveroftoomanyfandoms I came for the Peter Parker fics and somehow acquired a Matt Murdock on the hot guy keyfob. Personality shines through on her blog and is such a joy. ((HUGS)) Always love interacting and living vicariously through the 'where is Charlie this week' adventures. (Couple more months and he's going to be eating some mighty fine food in NOLA) Our food chats have been awesome and when food found it's way as the theme in a story, well I cannot say enough about how enjoyable that's been.
@p3mybeloved another great Spider-man fandom creator. Read on here and AO3.
@ficthots writes for the fandom that is number one in my heart (TASM) and LIghtning Bugs makes me cry but it's that good kind of tears.
@delicate-dorothea sweet sweet writing that is addictive to read. Really looking forward to continuing to read and follow.
@backtothefanfiction someone I just started following but wow, am currently enthralled with a multi chapter mob!peter fic (The Angel In The Garden Of Evil) that has blown me away. Been a lot of fun to follow the character arcs and the twists and turns. Love writing essays for this creator when I reblog because the back and forth has been wonderful and enriching. I know the longer series can be so hard to write and maintain but they are a feast when you can find them. I've had a front row seat and am looking forward to more works in the future.
@helloheyhihowdyheya Love her works. Reading Rose Thorn Blues right now, and if asked to pick a fave out of the masterlist of Spider-man fics I'm not sure I could because they're all my babies.
@thursdaygxrls so much imagination in her writing, love it and love all the fics. Am currently following two: Thin Ice and Infrunami.
@withahappyrefrain Abby, whose Peter Parker won me over from the get go and then wrote TGM fics that added more hot male characters to the keyfob. Perfect sense of humor, never afraid to call out haters, and you just glow with sunshine and flowers right when I need it most. Big hugs and a shout out.
Other bloggers reblogging content is how I ran across many of you listed above so readers and content creators: reblog whatever you enjoy because it's really what keeps Tumblr active and engaging. When I'm not writing, I'm enjoying what others create and the inspiration and encouragement and words you share is wonderful and thank you for the effort you put into what you do!
“Seek not greatness, but seek truth and you will find both.” - Horace Mann
⚖ Pairing: Mob!Peter Parker x BlackFemale!Reader
⚖ Setting: Mid-summer in Manhattan, NYC, New York
⚖ Warnings: Language, Adult Themes, Violence, Mentions of Murder
☆ A/N: Would you guys believe me if I told you I’ve been slow-roasting this idea for over a year? Yep, ever since I finished The Fall and Rise of Deus back in February 2021, my mind stayed fixated on where, how, and why the Reader and Peter met. It’s safe to say my writing process wishes it could match a sloth’s pace. But I made it, at long last! I love it, and I hope you all love it too.
♬ Song Inspo: Sinner & Saint by Beacon Light + Moiba Mustapha (produced by Tommee Profitt)
Preface:
All eyes in the state of New York are glued to any and all screens broadcasting the mid-morning news. Every single person, regardless of age, class, ethnicity, and gender, watches with bated breath as the wearied news anchor takes off his glasses, rubs his eyes, heaves a sigh, then puts his glasses back on.
No one reads the bright red headline at the bottom of the screen. They won’t believe what they see, anyway. Not until they hear it.
The news anchor gathers up a second lungful of air and then exhales it in a crestfallen gust before lifting his solemn eyes to address the audience.
“I don’t know what to say, folks. Truly, I don’t. This is me going off the script here, because none of those words on the teleprompter will capture the magnitude... the gravity... the just, jarring sense of sorrow we are all feeling right now. Yes. Of that, I am utterly certain.”
Breaths choke up. Heads shake in disbelief. Sweaty palms chafe, pierced with fingernails. Mouths screw up, teeth clench, throats constrict, chins wobble. Unblinking eyes burn with the reddening brim of unshed tears.
“I regret to confirm, with the heaviest of hearts, that Manhattan’s most beloved humanitarian, Adrian Toomes, has been shot and killed in his home at around midnight last night. The uhm... suspect... is in custody.”
A dark look clouds over the news anchor’s face but he shakes his head, clears his throat and trundles on. “We’ve lost a hallmark in our community. One of the biggest advocates for workers’ rights. The biggest charity donor to our impoverished neighbors. Right before his untimely death, he even set up a 20 million dollar grant funding orphanages across the entire state of New York. What kind of monster would want to—”
He halts the accusatory words in their tracks, holds them back grudgingly. Collects himself and clears his throat once more. “Look, we don’t have all the facts yet but we don’t need them. We know Adrian Toomes, and we know he did not deserve to be the victim of such a despicable crime. He was a caring man, a doting husband to his wife Doris, and a loving father to his daughter Liz. Our thoughts and prayers go out to them during this terrible time.
Just like his family, we all will be feeling this loss for a very, very, very long time.”
The hearts of all New Yorkers flush with outrage, anger, grief. Clogged with the burgeoning, bludgeoning, blistering desire for one thing and one thing only.
Justice.
♡ The Trial: Part I → TBA
♡ The Trial: Part II → TBA
♡ The Trial: Part III → TBA
✖ please do not copy, repost, or plagiarize my work ✖
