Bwahahaha! Peter Is SO Not Fooling Anyone And It Is So Adorable. I Love That He Is The Scarecrow, Dorothys

Bwahahaha! Peter is SO not fooling anyone and it is so adorable. I love that he is the scarecrow, Dorothy’s first friend in Oz (after she set off on the yellow brick road). And the scarecrow being the one w/o a brain; perfect for smart Peter Parker. Too funny!! Scarecrow had some wise words in the film’s screenplay and Dorothy told him prior to returning to Kansas that she would miss him most of all. I suspect Reader would sure miss Peter, too. Thank you so much for writing a lovely Halloween story with Teacher!Peter and Reader. Can’t wait to find out how the move goes!

Mastermind

Summary: You and Peter “accidentally” wear matching Halloween costumes (part of the teachers au)

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“Fucking great,” you mutter as you finish reading your latest email informing you that the delivery of your new furniture was being pushed back by a day. 

A day means everything when you're moving, for you it means that either you’d have to ask someone to wait at your new apartment to sign for the delivery while you were back at your current apartment with the movers you hired or you’d have to find a way to magically split yourself into two. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, scouring your mind for someone you know was free this Saturday. A lot of your friends worked on the weekends, Johnny was visiting his sister out in Long Island, and MJ was going to be here, at school, finishing the set for the upcoming school musical.  

A sigh escapes your lips as you stand from your chair and smooth your dress out, you’ll just have to figure it out later, you think to yourself as you open the door and wedge the door stopper into place, the heels of your shoes clicking as you do so. 

The period was over and the hallways began flooding with the sea of students heading to their next class. You waited by your desk as your students began trickling in, making sure to greet each one and encouraging them to grab a few pieces of candy from the skeleton sitting at the front of the room that your honor’s class affectionately named, Bill Beanie the Meanie. 

You gave the stragglers a few minutes to make their way there before shutting the door, “First and foremost, Happy Halloween,” you say with a radiant smile, pausing for a second as your words were being echoed back to you, “As you know today also marks the end of the fairytale origins unit, meaning that your final papers are due today–most of you have already turned yours in online but for those of you who haven’t, you have until tonight to do so.” 

You walk over and power on the smartboard, “I posted a poll on Google Classroom for you guys to vote on which movie we watch today. Questions? Comments? Concerns?” 

Several hands shoot up into the air, “Yes, Savannah?” 

“Do you enjoy being the grim reaper of people’s childhood?” 

“I do, thank you for asking,” your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Miss L/n? Did you and Mr. Parker plan this?” A student asks aloud.

You tilt your head at his questions, “Plan what?” 

“Your costumes,” a string of students answered.

“Our costumes? Mr. Parker dressed up this year? What is he?” The excitement in your voice was apparent. 

“He’s a scarecrow, these girls– I don’t know their names but I think they’re in your third period, they were talking about it at lunch, they figured that he was the one from the movie since you’re Dorothy,” another student adds. 

“Well, I can confirm that it wasn't planned,” you tell them trying your best to conceal your joy

as you made your way to the door to look through the tiny window trying to see if you could catch a glimpse of him. 

You let out the faintest gasp when he walked into your line of vision, they were right Peter was a scarecrow, and by the looks of it, he was the scarecrow. “Vote on the movie, I’ll be right outside,” you announced to the class, before opening the door and holding it closed behind you as you stepped out into the hall and waved to Peter. 

There’s a rather mischievous look on his face as he stands in his doorway, a stuffed Cairn Terrier under his arm, “Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” he says, glancing at the plush. 

“You’re such a liar! You said you weren’t going to dress up,” you whisper loudly, a beaming smile on your face as you focus on the details of his costume, eyes darting from the burlap hood and peaked hat to the rope cinching his green shirt at the waist to the patchworked pants and pieces of straw sticking out. 

“It was a last-minute thing,” he states, shrugging his shoulders. 

You shake your head at him, “No way…the quality of your costume looks too good to be–”

“How come you weren’t at lunch today?” He asks, cutting you off. 

“Careful there, Parker, it almost sounds like you missed me,” you tease. 

“Yeah right,” he says with a scoff, “But seriously, what’s up? You haven’t left your room all day.”   

You peer over your shoulder and see your students chatting among themselves, “I’ll tell you later, I promised my kids we’d watch a movie of their choice today,” you say to him, cracking open the door just enough for you to slip in. 

—

There’s a smug look on MJ’s face as you and Peter walk past her about to get into her car, “You two off to see the wizard?” 

You could see Peter smile out the corner of your eye as you giggle and nod your head at her question. 

“Who suggested the matching costumes?” She asks, her eyes flickering from you to Peter. 

You were about to respond and tell her that wasn't the case but stop yourself from speaking when you see Peter mouth the words ‘shut up’ to her. 

Her gaze immediately shifts to meet your eyes, it was almost like she could see you connecting the dots, “No one did, I didn’t even know what she was going until I saw her,” Peter replies, his words rushed, a hint of panic 

“Well isn’t that a fun coincidence!” MJ says, a smirk spreading across her face, her eyes still fixed on you, ‘I know, you know’ is what they tell you. 

You nod in agreement, “Very fun…anyway we should probably get going, I gotta pack the last of my boxes.”  

“Boxes?” You hear Peter ask behind you as you bring MJ into a hug, “Traitor,” you whisper to her. “I have no idea what you're talking about,” she whispers back before pulling away and responding to him, “Yeah? She’s moving–I thought you told him?” 

“I was going to go on our walk, but yeah I’m moving, this weekend actually…it’s why you didn’t see me today–I’ve been emailing back and forth with the company that’s supposed to deliver the furniture I bought to and for my new apartment. They were supposed to come Saturday morning and assemble everything but now they’re coming on Sunday and are only delivering the furniture and the worst part about it is that the time window is so wide– twelve hours, Pete, twelve– from eight in the morning to eight in the night and I’m supposed to be there to sign for it but I’m going to be at my current place with the movers in the morning and I don’t want to take the risk of having no one there and getting that fucking ‘sorry we missed you’ note so now I have to find someone to wait there until I get over there with the movers just in case they come early but everyone’s busy on the week–” 

“I could do it.” 

“What?” 

“I could do it–I could wait at your new place for the delivery.”

“Are you sure Pete? You don’t have to–”

“Yes, I’m sure, I’m the one offering to help,” he reassured you. 

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the stressful weight of the situation being lifted off your shoulders. You take a step towards him, "Is it okay if I hug you?"

He doesn't say anything, instead, he moves to bridge the gap between you two, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

You lean further, allowing yourself to melt in his hold before snaking your arms around his waist. "This is nice," he says swaying the two of you ever so slightly from side to side.

"You're nice," you manage to mumble out before you both jump and pull away at the loud blare of a car horn.

A loud laugh can be heard as MJ rolls down the passenger side window, "I'll see you lovebirds later!" she exclaims before pulling out of her spot and driving down the street, leaving both you and Peter frozen in place trying to hide your flushed faces from each other.

I have been enjoying going through writers' libraries of fics and writing little promos in the fandom I follow because if it wasn't for @sincericida there are so many writers I never would have discovered but for the reblogs that put the word out and then showed up in my feed. I think that is initially how I found you and your writing. You write Peter Parker in various situations and I am enchanted with each and every one of them.

And yes, I think he would absolutely panic at the thought of having something happen to someone else because of his other persona and his heart broken all over again because he loves so deeply.

When faced with the realization that your walk through life may be a solitary one, it can be disheartening and lead to a lot of soul searching. But what if you discover that you have a soulmate after all? Such is the fate of Peter Parker and You/Reader in today's Fic Rec, Countdown, by @withahappyrefrain.

While you are searching for your soulmate, Peter Parker is actively trying to avoid see-sawing emotions once he's realized he, too, may not be alone. But to have a second chance at not only love but also loss is not something he is sure he can face. Not again. Not after Gwen.

Follow along as You search for your soulmate and Peter battles time avoiding his. You're both in the race for your lives. Who will win? Read and find out! It's a great story!

Countdown (Mild language, mention of death. Please respect that the story is on an 18+blog. Minors DNI)

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Oh my word. This is so...I am at a loss for words. Just every bit of it perfectly a world of Peter Parker and the family he wanted...longed for...a pie-in-the-sky dream...realized.

And adorable Claire with her own stamp on what it means to be Spider-man...of course there is a red tutu, as if a princess cannot suspend from a ceiling at will. How can one even question that? Next question, doubters?!!

Benjy and being Aunt May's knight at arms. I suspect Benjy would be her most loyal and devoted caretaker. Especially because I can easily picture her slipping him chocolate chip cookies whenever he visits. Benjy and Aunt May vanquishing the haters one piece of chocolate at a time. Who can stand against that? Who would want to? Not me!

But my favorite part of your story is with Peter and Reader. The trust. The love. The 'we are in this together' mindset. That is the gold, the long lasting web of devotion that sways with the winds of change but never ever breaks. You have done it again, author, and my heart thanks you for it.

Trick-Or-Treat (part two) || TASM

Summary: Another Halloween, another year gone by, and more Claire and Benjy to keep Peter entertained. There's never a dull moment in the Parker household. It's a very short read and simple and cute. (read last years Halloween fic here)

A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything. I'll dip my toes in and see how it feels by starting with the cute twins in Peter's life. Special thanks to @tarzinnia for bringing back last years Halloween fic and inspiring me to attempt writing again. Happy Halloween, bitches!

Spider-Man. 

That’s what Claire insisted on being for Halloween. Peter couldn’t help but be proud of her choices. 

“I don’t think there’s a better costume out there,” he boasted to you late one evening. He was sitting at the kitchen table, happily sewing a handmade Spider suit for his daughter. 

“Don’t tell that to Benjy,” you replied. “He’ll be heartbroken to hear you think his Buzz Lightyear costume is subpar.” 

Peter huffed, “Store bought will always be subpar. He wouldn’t even let me hand make it for him.” 

“You didn’t see him when we walked by it at the store. He fell in love. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I couldn’t say no to that face. He adores that costume. You’re just playing favorites because Claire chose Spider-Man.” 

Peter smirked, “The kid has great taste, what can I say?” 

You ruffled your husband's mop of messy hair and chuckled, “Just wait until she starts telling people she’s dressed as her dad for Halloween. That smile will be wiped right off your smug face. There’s no faster way to lose your secret identity than to have children. They can’t keep anything secret.” You passed him a red tutu to sew around the waist of the costume. Claire might want to dress like her father’s alternate identity but she still wanted to have the princess vibes she loved. “I think you should add a tutu to your suit. You’d look fabulous.” 

Peter laughed, “I really would, wouldn’t I?” 

“I’ve got to go to bed. The twins drained all my energy today. Please don’t stay up too late working on the costume. You still have plenty of time to get it done.” 

He lifted up his head for a kiss, “I’ll follow you shortly. Just a few more finishing touches…”

Claire’s eyes lit up when she saw her costume. Peter had successfully added the skirt and bedazzled the entire thing to create a sparkling, princess version of Spider-Man. 

“It’s perfect!” She shouted with excitement. “I’m going to look just like you daddy!” 

“Is this what I look like in your eyes? Full of sparkles and absolutely spooktacular?” He held the costume up to her small frame to admire his work. 

“Let’s get you kids dressed! It’s almost time to leave,” you shouted as you bustled into the living room holding Benjy’s costume and a pile of clothes. “Put some warm clothes on Claire under her suit, please, Peter.” You tossed him her thermal sweater and pants. “It’s going to drop down to the 40’s tonight and I don’t want them to catch a cold.” 

You quickly got Benjy into his warm clothes and tugged on his Buzz Lightyear suit while Peter dressed Claire. 

“Are we going to see Auntie May tonight?” Benjy asked. It was no surprise. He asked this just about every single night in the hopes that he’d get to see his favorite person. Tonight was his lucky night. 

You gave him a wink, “She texted me a moment ago and told me she was on her way over.” 

Benjy jumped excitedly around the room before running straight to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her walking up to the apartment building, so he could alert the entire family of her arrival. 

You turned around to get a good look at Claire as Peter finished carefully zipping her in. He stood up to marvel at his creation. Tears of love and joy brimmed in his eyes which he quickly tried to wipe away before anyone noticed but you caught them. His love for his children often brought him to tears. You wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled into his side. 

“You did good,” you whispered to him. “She looks great.” 

“I know everyone says they have the cutest kids but they’re all wrong. Ours win. It’s a good thing they inherited mostly your genes so they could end up this adorable. If they got mine, they might end up looking like haggard monsters,” he joked. 

“Oh, shut up. Benjy is the spitting image of you and he’s the most precious, perfect boy I’ve ever seen.” 

Peter turned to wrap you against his chest. He placed a warm kiss against the top of your head, “We make cute kids. Maybe we should make some more some time soon.”  You quietly gasped under your breath, “Peter Parker. Are you implying what I think you are?”

A sneaky smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “Maybe. The twins are going to start kindergarten next year. They’ll be full time at school. It sounds like a perfect time to bring a new little bug into our lives.” 

“I-” you weren’t sure what to say. “We’d need a bigger place. Three kids in one apartment is not going to work for us. We have been saving up for a house, though…I mean, if we move to the suburbs, you’d have to commute with Spider-Man…my job is done remotely so that won’t matter but you’d have to go back and forth into the city. I was looking into some nice school districts. We’d have to adjust our budget a bit. It could be doable…” 

“Is that a yes?” He asked, cutting through your attempts to mentally plan your entire future. 

You smiled, “It’s a yes.” 

Peter scooped you up into his arms and spun around with a joyful laugh, “We’re going to have another baby!” 

“Alright, alright, put me down! Nothing is set in stone, yet. Let’s try to get through Halloween first.” You took a step away from your husband and glanced around the room. 

Benjy was still patiently waiting at the window for any glimpse of May. Claire was nowhere to be found. 

“Claire?” You called out. “Where’d you run off too? Auntie May will be here soon. We’re going to leave in a minute to Trick or Treat.” 

You walked down the hall and peeked into the bathroom. Nothing. You poked your head into the twins shared bedroom. Nothing. 

“Claire?” You called out again. 

“In here!” She shouted from inside your bedroom. 

You pushed open the door and your jaw dropped at the sight occurring before your horrified eyes. 

“Look, momma!” Claire sang. “I’m daddy!”

Your daughter, in her sparkling Spider suit, was stuck halfway up the wall. She crawled up to the ceiling with nothing but her finger tips and the toes of her red converse. 

“Peter!” You shouted, not able to take your eyes off her. As she reached the ceiling, she smoothly made the upside down transition until she was crawling directly over your head. 

Peter showed up at your side. It took him a second to find the source of your stunned silence. When his eyes slowly looked up, his mouth fell open to mimic your own. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered. 

“That’s a bad word, daddy!” Claire chastised him from above his head. “Catch me!” 

Without a word, Peter snatched her from the air as she gracefully unstuck herself from the ceiling. She giggled at the action as if crawling up walls and leaping into her father’s arms from above was an everyday occurrence for her. 

“I’m Spider-Man just like you,” she hummed happily, not old enough to fully grasp the weight of what she was saying or what she’d just done. 

You and Peter exchanged terrified looks with each other. A shocked silence had stolen any attempts at forming words from your mouths as you both desperately tried to comprehend what you’d just witnessed.

“Uh huh…yeah, sweetie…just like me…” Peter managed to squeak out. 

“Auntie May’s here!” Benjy squealed from the other room. 

Claire squirmed out of her father’s protectful grasp to run towards her brother, both brimming with excitement to let May into their home. 

Neither you nor Peter could move. 

“Did that just…” your question trailed off. 

Peter nodded, “Yeah. Yes, it did.” 

You took a long, shuddered breath, “Okay. That’s okay. That’s fine. Everything is fine. We just…have…a daughter with abilities…no big deal…not a problem at all…everything is great…” 

Peter tugged you to his side, sensing you were about to start spiraling if he didn’t put a stop to it, “It is fine. I’ve been through this before. I can handle this again. She seems like she’s handling this better than I was at 16. She’s a natural at it! It’s totally, 100% fine and not at all terrifying.” Peter was always a terrible liar. “It appears she may have inherited more of my genes than I initially thought and that is okay. She’s really embodying the spirit of that Halloween costume isn’t she?” He gave a breathless chuckle. 

You shot him a stern look at his poor attempt at a joke, “Seriously?” 

He shrugged with a guilty expression etched onto his face, “They don’t write a parents handbook for this kind of thing.” 

“Our preschooler can crawl up walls! Her teachers are going to hate us, oh god. What are we going to do?” 

The buzzer rang, alerting everyone of May’s presence at the door. 

Peter glanced towards the sound, “Right now, we are going to let May in and then we are going to take the kids out Trick or Treating. We are going to have a fun night watching them run around and collect candy. They are going to be kids and enjoy their Halloween. Then we will come home, let them go crazy with sugar, then attempt to get them to bed. Afterwards, you and I will start on our endeavor to make baby number three. And then…tomorrow, we can figure this out more. But, tonight, tonight is for us.” 

You gave a slow nod, allowing his words to comfort you, repeating his mantra, “Tonight is for us. Tomorrow is for worrying.” 

Peter gave you a warm smile and a quick kiss, “Worry tomorrow, have fun tonight. This a problem for future us. Present us needs to only worry about how much candy we can fit into those kids’ pumpkin buckets.”

A smile grew over your face as some of the fear dissipated. Not all of it. You were always going to fear for the future of your children but Peter was always going to be there to help smooth out those worries. 

“If it’s Trick or Treat, Claire definitely chose ‘trick’ this year.” 

Peter laughed, “And Benjy will always choose ‘treat’. That will be one thing that never changes. The boy loves chocolate! Let’s go let May in before the kids break down the door. Come on, my son needs sugar and my daughter needs an exorcism. A perfect Halloween combination!”

The End :)

Mr. Baker and Mr. Garfield out here showing everybody how it's done.

ANDREW GARFIELD

and his friend/stylist Warren Alfie Baker - Scarosso

When faced with the realization that your walk through life may be a solitary one, it can be disheartening and lead to a lot of soul searching. But what if you discover that you have a soulmate after all? Such is the fate of Peter Parker and You/Reader in today's Fic Rec, Countdown, by @withahappyrefrain.

While you are searching for your soulmate, Peter Parker is actively trying to avoid see-sawing emotions once he's realized he, too, may not be alone. But to have a second chance at not only love but also loss is not something he is sure he can face. Not again. Not after Gwen.

Follow along as You search for your soulmate and Peter battles time avoiding his. You're both in the race for your lives. Who will win? Read and find out! It's a great story!

Countdown (Mild language, mention of death. Please respect that the story is on an 18+blog. Minors DNI)

Please remember to REBLOG the stories and content you enjoy on Tumblr. Reblogs are the fuel that keep Tumblr going and allow others to see and enjoy content too!