This is just something to get me back into writing because writer's block is a fucking bitch, and I need something to throw into the fire to get me started writing again! Anyways! Don't treat this story too serious, its just for fun really.
Leave a comment if you want more!
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Chapter 1
Peter Benjamin Parker did not have many friends.
Which was a sad thing to say, considering he was now in high school, a time meant to be the peak of his youth, where he should have been surrounded by friends, fretting over exams, partying like there was no tomorrow, and having stupid high school crushes.
But here he was outside on the bleachers, silently eating his school lunch, a science book in hand, and not a person in sight…
"So much for new school, new me." The boy mumbled to himself as he pushed up his glasses.
Peter knew it was next to impossible for him to even rise to the social level of a popular kid, but come on! He should at least have some fellow nerds to be his friends to balance it out, right?! It was only fair!
He crumbled the lunch bag in his hand into a ball and, being too lazy to get up, decided to shoot his shot at a garbage bin nearby. Before the ball even left his hands, he knew the outcome of his throw.
The bag didn't even make it halfway close to the bin before falling short a few feet away.
"Of course…" was the low, depressed grumble that escaped the sad boy that was Peter B. Parker.
Before he could get up and properly throw away his trash, someone beat him to it as they picked up his litter and threw it in the trash bin for him.
"Now, what's got you so doom and gloom today, Mr. Benji?" A cheeky voice asked him with what could only be the widest smile known to man.
Peter groaned in annoyance, not at all liking the name he was called, before glaring at his long-time friend and what he considered to be his best friend. The bastard knew he hated that nickname, but would always call him that whenever it amused him.
"Can you not call me that? It's hard enough as it is being a nerd, I don't need our classmates calling me that. God knows the jocks would have a field day with it."
The dude waved away his concerns and continued to grin cheekily at him before sitting down and yoinking the book from Peter's hands, much to his annoyance.
"Bitch! The only one allowed to bully you is me! They try that shit, and I'll put belt to ass and teach them manners that their mama clearly didn't! Bend them over my knee and make them cry like the little bitches them over grown steroids are!"
He had such a way with words, truly.
Peter sighed before taking the book back that was far too complicated for his best friend to even begin to understand, not that he was dumb or anything, before telling him not to do that on their first day.
"You really don't have to do that, I can defend mysel–"
"Course you can! I made damn sure you can throw a mean right hook to show them bitches that you ain't no bitc-!"
"As I was saying! I can handle myself just fine; I just don't want us to be ostracized more than we already are because you have to beat up everyone who tries to bully me."
"Then they shouldn't be bullying in the first place!"
Peter sighed and stopped bothering to argue with his friend; they had had this conversation many times before, more times than he bothered to keep count, and it always ended in his friend not listening to a damn thing he said.
"Look, Taka–"
Taka tsked at him and wagged his finger in his face with a big ol' smile, getting a glare from Peter.
"Please, refer to me as Big D."
Absolutely the fuck not.
"Taka, you can't keep going through life beating people up! We're in high school now, you beating people black and blue won't fly anymore. This isn't middle school. People get expelled for that stuff, and they are especially keeping an eye on you."
Taka, not Big D, snorted and leaned back on his hands, staring up at the sky without a single care in the world or a fuck to give.
"Relax, Mooooooooom. I know how to pick my battles, I don't just go around folding people for fun… anymore."
Peter gave him a flat look and lightly bonked him on the head with his book. "You say that, but last year you punched a guy because he called my backpack ugly."
"That backpack was ugly," Taka replied immediately, then paused to think about it. "But yeah, okay, maybe that one was a bit much."
Peter rubbed his temples, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. Same Taka. New school, same problems.
Still… despite everything, the knot in his chest loosened just a little. Because as much as he complained, as much as Taka got him in trouble on a daily basis, the fact remained—
He was the best friend Peter could have asked for.
Because at the end of the day, despite all the whining and bitching Taka liked to do and the chaos he liked to bring, he was his friend who would go through hell and back for those around him.
…how someone like him became his friend was beyond him because god knows Taka would've been better off.
Said best friend glanced sideways at him, grin softening just a fraction.
"So," he said, nudging Peter's shoulder with his foot, knocking him out of his thoughts, "first day of high school. Any big plans? Join a club? Impress a cute girl with your Peter charm, eh? I saw you googly-eyed at that Stacy girl earlier. Am I gonna be an uncle soon?"
Peter huffed, swatting Taka's leg away from him. "As if, and no, I was thinking of keeping my head down, surviving the first day, and going home without becoming a social cautionary tale."
"Wow," Taka said, faking impressed as he sarcastically clapped. "Aim higher, why don't ja?"
Peter rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips. "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm gonna do great," Taka said confidently, getting an eye roll from him. "Ace all my classes, making friends, establishing dominance, kicking ass, taking names. You know the usual shit."
"That's exactly what I'm worried about."
Taka laughed, loud and unrestrained, the sound carrying across the empty courtyard. "C'mon, Pete. New school, remember? New opportunities."
Peter glanced around: the quiet benches, the distant chatter from inside the building, the sun warm against his skin. He wanted to believe that. Wanted to think that maybe this place would be different. That maybe he wouldn't just be Peter Parker, the nerd with a friend who was too good for him.
Then the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch.
Taka jumped to his feet and reached towards him, offering his hand.
"C'mon, Mr. future gazillionaire. Time to face and deal with our fellow hormonal teenagers and the fuck ass teenage drama they like to partake in."
Truly, his friend had a way with words…
Peter smiled as he took Taka's hand and walked beside him back to the building, completely unaware of the inner thoughts of his best friend.
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"Oh, yeah. It's all coming together~" Taka thought to himself, smirking as he sneakily watched Peter struggle talking to Gwen Stacy, whom he coincidentally got paired with in science class.
Which wasn't at all coincidental, as he had made absolutely sure they got paired together.
He had to pull a lot of strings and a lot of favors for this to happen, aka bribing the teacher with a crisp hundred, as they for damn sure didn't get paid enough to deal with fuckass teenagers, and things were going great!
His own partner was Harry Osborn, who was originally supposed to be Gwen's partner but was now his, was nervously twitching on his chair beside him.
The dude was avoiding making eye contact with him at all costs, afraid to meet his eyes, and slowly trying to create distance between them.
His reputation for kicking massive ass was very potent, it seemed.
But enough about him! His best friend Peter Parker was laying down the charm!
…Well, more like floundering around and begging for the earth to open up and consume him so it could end his misery…
And it was fucking working!!!
Taka pumped his fists, watching as Gwen giggled at Peter's struggle to pronounce words to her before telling him to take a breath before he passed out.
She introduced herself to him with a cute smile, causing his best friend to not even look at her properly.
He was put into this world for one glorious purpose, and by god, he was going to make it fucking happen!!!
MAKE PETER PARKER THE GREATEST HERO THE UNIVERSE HAS EVER KNOWN AND GIVE HIM A HAREM OF BAD BITCHES!!!!
[Daily Chaos Gatcha is now Rolling…]
[Rare Uncharged Green Lan–]
He waved away the annoying message that appeared in front of him to enjoy the show that was happening in front of him, not wanting to miss a second of his much-deserved entertainment.
He had worked hard for fucking years waiting for this very moment! He would be damned if the stupid gatcha distracted him from this!
His best friend since childhood looked towards him, his brown eyes begging for help. Nodding in seemingly understanding, Taka quickly wrote something down on a piece of paper, getting a smile of relief from the brown haired boy, thinking he was going to get help.
Only for his smile to die a terrible death as Taka revealed what exactly he wrote down.
LAY DOWN THE CHARM, BENJI!!! YOU GOT THIS!!!
If looks could kill, Taka would be dead ten times over infinity.
Chuckling to himself as he watched Peter curse him out with his eyes, he took out his personal journal that he always kept with him and crossed something out before his eyes looked further down the list.
Black Widow
Rogue
She-Hulk
Emma Frost
Storm
Laura Kinney
Mystique
Death Herself
There were more names, but we would be here all day if we went down that rabbit hole soo…
Snapping his journal shut, Taka's eyes burned with a passion of a thousand exploding suns.
"This is just the beginning, Pete! As your best friend, I promise to get you all the pussy and make you the greatest hero of all time!!!"