you are my strange addiction

ch. 3 - wildest dreams

    Quentin adjusted his tie, looking in the mirror. If he didn't feel such sadness, frustration, and anger, he would compare this to getting ready for prom. He was sure that Peter was feeling absolute giddiness right about now. Before he let himself dive into his feelings, he pushed them away, and walked into the room full of people who looked up to him.

"Mr. Mysterio, you look great!" Someone praises him.

"Thanks" Quentin replied quietly.

"What is the plan, sir?"

"I'm not entirely sure yet, but I don't need any of you there. Please, stay here."

Quentin didn't need his fanbase there to watch him destroy the possible love of his life and his family and friends. That was the plan.

These three months with Peter had been fun but he knew it was coming to end. That was his intention the entire time. He just wished that he hadn't fell in love with Peter on the way - that really seemed to fuck everything up. It was too late for him to ditch the plan, though. He had to do what he was meant to do - destroy the Stark-Rogers's, even if it was one by one.

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Peter anxiously combed his hair back, multiple times, as he waited on a text to arrive from his boyfriend.

"Hey, do you -"

Peter jumped even though he could clearly see who was behind him through the bathroom mirror.

"Whoa. Why are you so nervous?" Harley entered Peter's bathroom.

"Nothing. Why do you look like Pops?"

Harley shrugged. "I think I look good."

He wore a button up white shirt, tucked in to his dark green trousers, with brown suspenders and matching brown loafers.

"You look like you're from the forties" Peter laughed.

"At least I know how to dress myself. You have to have Dad dress you."

It was true. Peter wore a black tuxedo, like his dad.

"I'm pretty sure Pops picked that outfit out for you."

"Whatever" Harley rolled his eyes, stepping closer to his brother. "Do you have any of that hair gel that smells really good?" Harley leaned over the sink counter, opening the cabinet next to the mirror.

"Uh, I don't know which kind?" Peter's eyes kept darting from Harley and his phone, which he was leaving over now.

"The kind that smells like a beach" Harley said as he kept reaching for products.

"Uh, I don't - I don't have that kind" Peter explained, trying to get his brother out of here. He probably did have that product but he just wanted him away from his phone right now.

"You only use that gay strawberry scented kind, I forgot" Harley said giving up on finding it.

Peter just rolled his eyes.

'Ding.'

Both eyes met the phone screen before Peter clamped his hand over it.

"Something you don't want me to see, Pete?" Harley rose an eyebrow.

"Shut up, Harley. Just get out" Peter said trying to push his brother out of the bathroom.

"Who's Quentin, Peter?" Harley laughed.