#I made her back when the first spiderverse dropped

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do you guys remember this obscure 00s cartoon called “Spider Beats”??

[thatbigbisexual29]

Big Brother Hobie (Across The Spiderverse)

*hypes self up* Ok! My first fic I’m actually posting on this account! I made this a day after I saw the movie and fell head over heels for these two! Mainly Hobie, but Pavitr is such a gem and I couldn’t not write for him! I hope whoever comes across this enjoys it! And thanks to @gladdygirl18 who helped me out with actually posting this :)

Hobie was the big brother. Everyone can agree on that. Although he was a punk anarchist, he secretly cared for all his friends. Even Miles, who was a new face to the party, he felt extra protective of. But the people he was especially fond of were Pavitr, Gewn, and Peter B. Parker. He let Gwen crash at his place because she couldn’t go back to her own universe, so he took care of her. Plus, they loved to hit and scream their emotions into whatever song they jammed to. Pavitr wanted to be in on the punk rock fun, but he only knew how to play the Sarangi. He was very talented and skilled, but the Sarangi wasn’t the instrument for punk bands. They still let him come to their jam sessions! (Although he did try to hold a therapy session for the two once they were done.)

And just like Gwen, Pavitr liked to crash with Hobie on occasion. Hobie was more than welcome to let anyone stay at his London apartment, as long as they didn’t leave too much of a mess. Who was he kidding though? With all his Spider-Maning he could barely keep tabs on it. Until, the blessed, godsent Pavitr dropped by while he was out and cleaned the whole place for him. Hobie almost shed a tear. And Peter? Honestly, Hobie loved taking care of Mayday. And he loved her name. Peter would never admit it, but he talked about baby names with Hobie one night and that was the result. And he’s just a great babysitter too.

So, collectively, their little spider gang unofficially announced him as the ‘big brother.’ Hobie didn’t mind. It actually made him feel all nice inside. Not that we would tell anyone. Gotta keep that tough bravado, eh? But there were moments with his friends he could be soft. Most recent one was with Pavitr when he portaled in, still in his Spider-Man gear.

“What’s this, then? Just got done running the jig?” Hobie nodded to him as he sat on his couch, legs propped up on his coffee table with a remote in hand. He shut off the tv as Pav groaned and flopped onto the couch, chest in Hobie’s lap. Hobie huffed a chuckle, pulling off his friend’s mask and tossing it to the side. “Rough one, was it?”

Pavitr sighed and nodded, face hidden by a couch cushion. Feeling sympathy for the younger man, Hobie patted his back.

“I’s jus’ watchin’ the telly, want me to turn it back on? Background noise an all,” Hobie suggested, but Pav just shook his head.

“How have you been, Hobie? Everything ok in your universe?” Pavitr asked, turning his head to look at his friend. How the hell is this kid such a sweetheart? Hobie wondered as he reached down and ruffled his perfect hair.

“S’all cuppa ‘ere, nofin I can’t handle. Still coals and coke, but what else is new? S’going ons wit you? Got some pain in your noddy’s?” Hobie nearly barked out a laugh at the offended look Pav gave him. Scratch that, he did laugh.

“Excuse me?” he asked. Hobie chuckled into his fist.

“Do your shoulder’s hurt?” he simplified. Pavitr pushed up onto his hands and once he rotated his shoulders, he groaned and fell right back onto Hobie’s lap.

“Problem found. ‘Ere, lemme getcha.” Hobie sat up and cracked his knuckles, getting into position.

“Oh, Hobie, you don’t have to-” Pav started.

“Ah, hush. I owe you one. Now let your brova ‘Obie take care ‘ya.”

And with that, Hobie got to work, he kneaded his thumbs into Pavitr’s shoulders, smirking with satisfaction at the relieved moan that left Pav’s chest. They sat in silence as Hobie worked out all the knots in Pav’s back, going from his shoulders all the way down his spine. The only responses he got were satisfied grunts, groans, sighs, and hums from Pavitr as he melted into Hobie’s lap. The kid was really stiff. He must’ve been overworkin’ himself, Hobie thought, s’not good. I should tell him to calm it down. Before he could get a word out, he heard a small squeak come from Pavitr’s mouth. He looked over to see Pav with both hands covering his lips with his eyes shut.

“Oi, was funny? You havin’ a bubble at me? I ain’t hurtin’ you, am I?” Hobie asked as he leaned up to get a better view of Pav’s face. He didn’t look like he was in pain. When he peaked his eyes open to look at the older man, they had a happy twinkle to them.

“N-No no! I’m- fihihine! But, your hahands…” Pav looked towards his back. Hobie followed his gaze and realized both of his hands were placed around his sides. A mischievous grin crossed Hobie’s face as his eyes flicked back to Pavitr’s face. Pav looked back at him with an adorable expression that just said “I can’t stop you, but I’m gonna try to look cute so you think about not doing it.” Hobie smirked and pinched the back of Pav’s neck, causing him to squeal and arch his neck back.

“Y’know, s’rude to laugh at your friends, Pav,” Hobie purred close to his friend’s ear. Pavitr let out a string of high pitched giggles and grabbed handfuls of the couch cushions beneath him.

“H-Hobieheehee! Wait wait wait! Lehehet’s talk! Dohohon’t- eek!” Pav snickered then squeaked as the older male skittered his long fingers directly up his spine.

“Nah, don’t fink I will. You need some good, ol’ fashioned, relaxation, mate. And I know exactly how to get you relaxed! So jus let big brova ‘Obie… getcha!” Hobie quickly grabbed Pavitr’s sides and squeezed, drinking in his girlish shriek. He laughed and wiggled his fingers into the slightly pudgy flesh. Pavitr thrashed in his lap but ultimately didn’t move from his spot. Just awkwardly pushed himself up before falling back down and beating the arm of the sofa senseless.

“Hohohohohohohohohohohohobieeeeeeeee! It tihihihihihihickles! It tihihihihihckles so bahahahahahahaaaaaad!” Pav whined through his laughs, alternating which side he scrunched up so he looked like a belly dancer. Hobie let out a loud ‘hah!’ when he saw this.

“Oh yeah, show off ya moves, Pav! Should I get a beat goin’? Unce, unce, unce, unce!” With every beat from his mouth, Hobie would do rhythmic squeezes on Pav’s sides. One, two, one one, two, one, two two. This drove the younger man up the wall (hee hee spiderman joke). Pavitr did his best to fight back. This included weak slapping on Hobie’s hands and futile attempts to crawl away. Hobie simply pulled him closer and tickled his ribs and armpits at the same time, switching between the two.

“AAAAAHAhahahahahaha! Hobieheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Pleheheheehehease!” Pavitr begged. Hobie smirked and scratched his rib bones, earning another girly shriek.

“Please wha, Pav? Please… keep ticklin’ ya? I can do that! Or is it please… tickle somewhere else? How about… here!” In a swift motion, Hobie moved his hands from his upper body to the back of his quads, making claws and digging into the flesh. Pavitr screamed and his thrashing renewed.

“Oh, has I found a tickle spot? Right under your buttocks, yea? Mate, that’s kinda embarrassin’. I ain’t one t’judge though. It's hilarious how much you’re tryin’ ta fight me, kiddo. Was it people say when they tickle kids? Oh, roight. Tic-kle tic-kle tic-kle~” Hobie grinned like the Cheshire cat as Pavitr lost his mind. Finally, Pavitr rolled off of Hobie’s lap and crashed to the ground, reflexively thwipping both of Hobie’s hands together.

“O-Ohohokay that's enohohough! I’m relahahaxed! No mohohohore plehehehehease!” Pavitr giggled out, lying flat on his back and sighing once the tickling was finally over. Hobie laughed and fished his pocket knife from his jacket, slicing the webbing from his hands. He tossed the knife on his coffee table and leaned over Pavitr without moving from his couch.

“You alright, yea?” he asked. With a few giggly breaths, Pav nodded. “Good. If I had killed ya, Gwendie would have killed me. ‘N ah don wan that. But seriously, mate, gotta go easy on the Spider-Man work, you feel me? ‘S why you’re so tense. If you keep dat up, y’won’t be able to move. You get what I’m sayin’, yeah? You’ve got an honest jam tart, an das good, just don’t be over usin’ it,” Hobie instructed. He could tell Pav was listening, which was good, but the younger man did cock his eyebrow at the last sentence.

“But… I don’t have a jam tart…?” he said with confusion, looking around to see if he had accidentally brought something jelly filled from his dimension. Hobie snickered then laughed, holding his stomach.

“You are way too funny, man. Go take a shower, you smell.”

“Not as bad as you…” Pavitr mumbled, immediately bolting for Hobie’s bathroom.

“Oi, the nerve of ya! Get back here, ya hooligan bastard!” Hobie was up in a flash, thwipping Pavitr to the floor.

Needless to say, Pavitr got another good taste of what having an older brother is like. And Hobie got to mess around with a best friend. He could get used to being the big brother every now and again.

[pinkomcranger]

About the white asshole line: it's not as left field as people think tbh There's a similar line in the first AW game from Alice (in the DLC, Wake's version of her since it's all in his head). She uses the term 'while male melodrama'. This is literally Wake's own mind so he knows a lot of stuff he put her through was from a perspective of a person who has a lot of advantages. Back to Saga, that line aligns with the racism we are hinted she dealt with in her field and STILL deals with in present day. Mulligan and Thornton are racist af (haven't seen anyone discuss this yet) to her even if they seem pleasant at the start of the game. Not entirely either, when Saga and Casey meet Mulligan he automatically assumed Casey is the lead agent. He apologizes about it but there's an air that neither him or Thorton take Saga seriously. They barely speak directly to her and instead more to Casey unless she directly speaks to either. It's that seemingly benign, passive racism that is more toxic sometimes, especially in a work environment. In her face they show some surface level, thinly veiled respect but behind her back they called her a 'stuck up FBI bitch'. Part of the horror story adds she let her daughter drown so they doubt her work entirely. And concerning the Bookers, there's this passive aggressive comment where Thorton says the case of the murder of Nightingale would've been solved if the FBI wasn't involved. Thorton says something like "they stick with their own". Now, this could be seen as city folk stick with their own but the Bookers are black, this was purposeful imo. I honestly liked how Remedy incorporated this in such a realistic way. Some could dispute this and say "that's circumstantial/reaching" but lets not forget both Mulligan and Thorton are literally the bastard law enforcement type that kills are the drop of a pin. They killed that woman while enthralled with this feeling of power (referencing the page about it) and threw her body in the well to hide it, blaming the death on each other at first before they decide it's neither of their faults and hide the evidence. They become taken being so twisted in their dark ways. They are bad guys, I'd argue misogynistic too. And lets add a layer of actual parallels to rl racism to the mix here now. If she dealt with that in Bright Falls on her first day I can only imagine the assholes she had to deal with climbing her way up in the FBI, in life in general. This is why her mother is a strong foundation, they are not only close because they loved each other but she made sure she'd be strong. Parents who have mixed kids (black kids especially) know what they will deal with. Maybe even a meta thing like Spiderverse, adding the backlash into the story. Which she did and still does get from gamerz (tm). People STILL bring up that "race swap" from the Quantum Break trailer which is honestly just early concept stuff. Saga is written so well and carefully that even her problems outside the pace of the story seems to have been considered. So while it does seem random and may make people uncomfortable it's purposeful. Remedy really captured this aspect with Saga without making it her personality or the core part of her (like she just there for black trauma, so glad they did not do that and made her a character with experiences). Let's not forget Saga's field of work. We know it's predominantly white. Her saying 'another white asshole' says more about her experiences than anything else. And being at her lowest where her insecurities, doubts, fears thrive it says something about her agency and how sometimes it can feel taken from her based on her skin tone, gender, so forth. Sorry for the long ask! It's just, this line definitely does not feel like it's random to me. I was just shocked I heard it but the game lays down the ground work for it to be said. It's as subtle as the worst kind of racism though imo

I'm VERY interested by imagined!Alice's line because while we don't know if she actually feels that way, we see Alan can acknowledge that he KNOWS how lucky he is by virtue of being a white man, it might not be something he thinks about daily, but he's admitting he's aware of it.

You're right in regards to what Saga deals with in her work environment and most likely her daily life. It sucked for me that Mulligan and Thorton ended up being racist, misogynistic assholes because they truly just seemed like the goofy, slightly dimwitted small-town cops. I think maybe because I haven't actually played the game yet (shame on me, I know! I just managed to get it last month and haven't had the time to dedicate to it like I want) that I kind of brushed Mulligan and Thorton's behavior towards Saga off until we learned their true nature.

But we see how they're more comfortable deferring to Casey over Saga, and we can even see that Casey is NOT the least bit pleased with it. Saga clearly picks up on it, and it's one of the reasons she chooses to leave them with Casey. She can handle the Bookers easier, because yes, they ARE black, she KNOWS they're going to open up to her far easier than if it had been Casey. Do we get reflections of their shared experiences? Not really, but the Bookers weren't going to trust the FBI regardless, Saga being a black woman lowered their defenses a little.

You can argue that she was better suited for talking to the witnesses because it's just her personality, Casey was dry and sarcastic from jump while Saga was the opposite. But did the Bookers know that? Absolutely not. They were less cautious with Saga, Ed especially. They weren't hiding anything to be malicious, they just wanted their own things to be successful.

Hearing Mulligan and Thorton's true thoughts about Saga really tore me up. Not even so much at the fact they felt that way, but because they didn't have the guts to say it to her face. You don't hear that venom directed towards Casey at all, even though he's the EXACT same stuck-up government agent who's worse to them than Saga.

But it's what black people tend to see when dealing with the police force. Condescending, impatient, better-than, bitter, power-hungry and drunk on their self-importance and position of authority. There's a REASON they were made Taken when the Koskela brothers couldn't, but that's really neither here nor there.

Seeing what she had to deal with in Bright Falls from two guys that were SUPPOSED to be on her side and help her is very telling and it made me even more interested in her backstory. How many people actually believed in her when she joined the FBI? Who dismissed her out of pocket simply because of the color of her skin and her gender? You can even get a hint of her past simply by her questioning Casey on why he wants her to be the lead on the case instead of jumping in straight away.

And that's to her PARTNER, a man she’s known and trusted for years, who clearly never had a problem with her being a black woman, or there's no way in hell they'd have the kind of relationship that they do.

Freya being such a strong influence for Saga was evident in her card to her daughter. She knew the struggles Saga was going to face by going after what she wanted to do and never discouraged her. I'll always be bummed over Freya lying to Saga about her being a Seer though. I know it was to try and protect her from even more shit she didn't deserve to go through over something she had no control over. But it almost felt like a vote of no-confidence. And there's no feeling in the world like thinking your mother might not believe in you.

I'm still VERY annoyed at ANYBODY bringing up the "Return" concept from Quantum Break JUST to say Saga was race-swaped when almost NOTHING from that teaser made it to the main game proper. Sam and the team took all of that and flipped it on its head. That was clear the second FBI Alex Casey stepped into the background instead of being in the lead.

I love the fact we don't get the "another white asshole telling me what to do" until the end of the game, and it's when Saga is at her lowest point, when the Dark Presence is trying to do its best to break her down. But like I tend to bring up, Alan says it can't create something out of nothing. Meaning those doubts and resentment were there for a LONG time, and it VERY easily could have been her entire personality.

The fact that it wasn't showed how much thought Remedy put into creating Saga and I appreciate it so much. She wasn't her trauma, she wasn't her anger, she was the exact OPPOSITE of that. She faced her problems with determination and PUNS! Even when shitty things were going on, her mind wandered to humor "More like "Underwatery" I'll have to tell Casey that one later." Speaks volumes about her character.

I think that's one of the reasons she fought SO hard against the horror story. OBVIOUSLY her main motivation was saving Logan, and then Casey. But she wasn't about to let her agency be taken from her like she's been fighting against it for years. She was the one that was going to be in control, she was going to tell this story, and Alan himself (some of that as him being the face of the Dark Presence for her) "no, fuck you. Another white asshole is NOT going to tell me how to live MY life. You're not using my doubts and fears against me to take my family from me"

And she did it, she did what the white man couldn't do on his own in 13 years. How am I NOT supposed to root for her? How could I NOT want to know more about her history? There's no way I can look at Saga Anderson and go, well her story is done, there's nothing else to be written for her. As I said, I do love FBI Casey, but he's practically a blank slate compared to Saga, I could live without him because, for me, outside of his personality (I'm also grumpy and sarcastic), I cannot relate to him.

Despite not being a wife and mother in the FBI, I CAN relate to Saga. I can understand her struggles and pain. I feel her love for her family, I can relate to her love and disappointment towards her mother. The struggle of being a black woman in a world that still caters to white men and the pushback she gets just from existing. I understand her in a way I never could with Alan Wake. I understood and related to his issues as a writer struggling with inspiration. But the thing with that is Alan didn't HAVE to struggle like that, he could have chosen, at any time, to stop being a writer and do something else.

Saga couldn't choose to change the color of her skin. Her challenges would be with her simply because of how she's perceived at first glance. She'll never have the advantages of Alan and Casey in that regard.

I'm sorry for the long answer! But I LOVED your ask, and that's why it took me a hot minute to answer it. I had to get my thoughts in order and give this the response I felt like it deserved. So thank you for letting me see your thoughts towards Saga! ❤️

[inkyquince]

The Other Miguel (Part 1/2)

characters. Miguel O'Hara (Spiderverse)

content warning. nothing much in this chapter, the next chapter is the nasty one (hint, baby trapping, noncon). Reader has the ability to get pregnant, but its gender neutral, either way, it's implied that spider radiation gave you a hyperfertile hole (so either fpreg or mpreg is able to take place). There's more... Talking about twilight-new-moon type depression, some angst, verbal altercations. There's some puppy love and a light hearted sex scene in here too. That, and the hint of darker intentions. Also you read this and you get to know how much of a nerd inky is about spiderman, there's characters and lore dropped that is very much comic book based.

words. 6k.

Joining the Spider Society was the greatest privilege you had ever been given in your life. You didn’t think they’d ever really accept you, being as new as you were to the position as the friendly neighbourhood spider. Especially when it came with the scrutiny of being the… “Second” one. The next one. The protege. The one mentored for far too short before he died. When Peter died. Freak accident. You were there. You held him as he died. 

And that’s when you met him. Among the collapsed building, the strange villain that glitched and spasmed and seemed to throb through the thin strings of reality, still gearing up to attack you. Something seemed to slice through the air next to you, a gash appearing, swirling and malevolent. At least at the time. Then he walked through. Gait predatory and sure, towering over you, where you were sitting in the dust and rubble, with a body in your arms that struggled to draw breath. 

“We’ll handle it from here.” 

And he did. Miguel liked to handle things his own way. He handled the villain easier than your Peter had. He handled the situation. He handled you. His broad, clawed hand encompassed your entire wrist as he pulled you up onto your feet. Telling you that he’ll contact you later, and congratulating you on the new position. You had a feeling he was being sarcastic. 

He left then. You were left behind with a lingering promise that you weren’t alone. You were also left with the body of your mentor. You begged and begged him to hold on, Just a few more minutes. But he couldn’t. Not for you. Fuck, not for the ambulance, not for his fucking girlfriend, what’s-her-face, Betty, and not for the entire fucking city who needed him more than they needed you. 

“It was a shock.” Betty had sniffed at the podium, his casket in front of her. “I knew he was private about things but-” 

But. But. But. Peter Parker was Spiderman. He had been Spiderman. He was alive. He had been alive. Betty had confided in you that she had begun to think Peter just didn’t like her. Which was dumb. She was like his first proper girlfriend and she was worried that he didn’t like her. She was mulled over breaking up with him and now she was crying because she didn’t know that all that time away, he was fighting for the city. Fucking Betty. Even Jamieson was gruff as he spoke about Peter. 

You didn’t get to say anything about him. You didn’t get to walk there and cry for him, like Betty did. Like MJ did. You didn’t get to take a breather and grip the podium, like his Aunt May. You didn’t get to get choked up and stare ahead, like Jonah. Even Eddie Brock was allowed a few soft words, his eyes looking wet and wide. 

You didn’t get to walk up there and talk about how Peter found you. He helped you. He compared the spider bite he got with yours. You didn’t get to smile and share stories about how he made you watch the Matrix first before talking about the leap of faith you had to take. When he teased you for your suit design, before squawking like a bird when you found his notebooks of his own first designs. 

No. You got to sit at the back, as the little friend Peter made at some sort of function or whatever. Photography, or some sort of hobby class. No one asked. You were just there one day. His little friend. Not the person he saved and spent weekends, nights, lunchtimes with. So, you stood by everyone else as they buried him. You left the third bouquet of flowers on the grave, you were the twelfth person to offer condolences to Aunt May. You were the last to leave. Long after Betty and May, you were still there, sitting at the back, on the bench. Eventually, he came to join you. 

Miguel sat down, towering over you even seated. 

“It had to be like this.” He eventually said, something heavy in his voice, as if he had any idea. 

“Go fuck yourself.” You dragged your sleeve over your face. Not that it did anything. The tear tracks would need to be scrubbed away by bleach. They would have to be dug out of your skin with nails and knives and claws. 

He tensed up, as if struggling to not snap at you. Probably doesn’t get a lot of back talk that wasn’t light hearted teasing. 

“... I’m sorry.” He tried again. 

You wanted to punch him. If he had come earlier, then Peter might still be alive.  Then he’d still be here. Taking pictures of himself as you snorted at his elaborate set ups. Ducking Betty’s questions. Going to Aunt May’s every Sunday. Teaching you. Being with you. 

Your silence seemed to agitate him. Good. 

“I wanted to… Extend an offer to join our group.” 

You repeated the earlier request for him to go fuck himself and stood. Rubbed at the tear stains tattooed onto your face at this point and you walked off. He watched you go. 

A week later, you were in his dark ass office, being shown around at the different villains and Spider people. You even got another look at the villain that took your Peter from you. Shocker. Fucker. Hell, you knew your own universe’s Herman. Nice guy. 

So life went on. 

You help out when you can. You saw Miguel. You went home. You cried. You mourned on and on. The hurt never felt like it lifted. You miss your Peter every day. There were others around, other Peter’s, but they weren’t yours. Even when some recognized you as that “sweet kid”, or something like it, in his voice, in Peter’s voice, it did nothing but make tears prick at your eyes. It was fucking unfair. So many Peter’s and none of them yours. 

Life went on, and you watched it go. The flowers bloomed without him, the days changed without him, and someone sat next to you in photography class… Without him. 

Worst of all, it was him. Your Miguel. No, not yours, but your world’s. Younger. Not as beefy. Leaner. There were no lines curving along his eye, and he was looking at you. Spider Miguel looked at you darkly, as if you were two steps away from pissing him off and he was warning you not to. There was always something glimmering. 

Your Miguel’s eyes crinkled as he shot you a smile. Asked if you had a pen he could use. Uttered a soft thank you as you handed one over. 

It was nice. Seeing him like this. As if it let you in on a secret, on someone he might have been once upon a time. A light hearted guy that was kinda… Whiny. Instead of becoming tense, with his teeth gritting when you teased him, he’d scrunch his nose and he’d fucking whine at you. He’d say he wasn’t, but the way his tone would shift higher when he wheedled you to knock it off. It was kinda cute. Made you want to ask Lyla if the other Miguel had ever been like that. If he ever had to whine at another Spiderperson for pointing at him or something. 

“What’s that smile for?” Your Miguel caught your attention as he idly filled up your kettle. 

“Hm?” 

“That smile. I feel like you’re making fun of me in your head.” He eyed the jar of coffee you bought especially for him. 

“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m making fun of your pretentious ass coffee.” 

“Not pretentious.” Miguel eyes you darkly, but there’s something light in them. Of course, there was also that whine tilting at the end of the sentence. Cute. 

“So pretentious.” 

“Is not.” 

You smiled at him. 

“There you go. Making fun of me in your head again.” He muttered. 

You kinda wanted to fuck him. You’d wonder if he’d whine as much in bed as he did staring at your cabinet, with your ensemble of hot drink sachets and bags. 

You shook your head, the back of your neck feeling hot. Don’t be gross, you chided yourself, this was Miguel. A Miguel. You knew two. Sleeping with one will make you look at the other all weird. What if your Miguel fucked really badly and then you’d quietly think about how the other Miguel is a two pump chump through every damn meeting. Worse, if he fucked really good. How were you supposed to concentrate if you knew your gut that he could make you cum three times in a night. 

Glancing up, you caught your Miguel looking at you over the rim of his coffee cup, dark eyes glinting. His lips quirked when you noticed him. As if he knew what you were thinking. Which, of course, he didn’t, at least not all of what you were thinking. No, that would blow his entire fucking brain up. 

His bottom lip cushioned the rim of his cup as he took another sip. His eyes glimmered. Yeah. He at least knew you were thinking about fucking him. At least half as much as he was thinking about fucking you. 

Well, according to the buzzing coming from your back pocket, that would have to wait. 

“Alright. I’ve got to get this. Pour your pretentious coffee into a to-go cup and get out.” You shot him a grin and his dark eyes turned brighter. 

“Oh fuck you.” 

He wished. Then you wished. God, you wished you stayed behind for a fuck as the other Miguel ground you into the dirt beneath his heel. Not literally, but Christ, that man could wear down a boulder into a pebble. 

Other Miguel always seemed to take particular issue with you. Fuck, maybe his idea of getting you to join this damn team finally bit him in the ass. His ambivalence at first might have been ground into flat out dislike, except he did more or less talk to everyone the same way. He just seemed especially short with you at times. 

You did have sympathy for the guy. Overworked, probably underpaid, but then again, that would be him shooting himself in the foot. He ran the entire thing, didn’t he? Underpaid himself… Did you even get paid with this job? How much did you make an hour-

“Are you even listening to me?” Hot breath washed over your ear as Miguel leaned down to growl to you. 

You froze up a bit, real… Well, not deer, but a shitting rat in the driveway as the car reverses… In the tail lights. Yeah, shitting rat in the tail lights. Less dignified than a deer. 

“Yeah. Sure. Sorry. Yeah.” You tilted your head at him, given he wouldn’t be able see the placating grin you shot him.    

“Then what did I just say?” He folded his arms and cocked his hip to the side. 

“Something something, don’t fuck up again or I’ll kick your ass?” 

Miguel took a moment to stare at you with that inscrutable mask but apparently you were more or less on the mark. You already knew what he was going to say the moment you fumbled your attack and instead went tumbling ass over heels to the side. Miguel was forced to divert from his path to grab you at the last moment. Hell, his entire hand could just grab your waist and actually keep a hold of you. Fling you like a ragdoll into the air after a beat of a second, with him towering over you, chest heaving as he stares down at you. Just a second, he was close, and protecting you, and holding you firm, like the first time he did when you met him. Then he threw you. He knew you would easily swing to safety, but still. 

Your hip tingled where his broad, clawed hand had held you tight. Like a brand seared into your skin. You cocked your hip a bit, as if trying to throw off the feeling of his hand, and his angular spider mask eyes seemed to follow the movement. Or he could be looking at the mess around you. Rubble and collapsed building, with the dimension breaking villain, a Goblin maybe, tied up to the side. 

“Could have been hurt.” Miguel muttered, sounding gruff. 

“You mean someone else could have been hurt. A civilian could have been squashed into an innocent-life-pancake.” 

“No.” He snapped, his broad shoulders tensing up further. You could see the fine line of his muscles through the suit. “You.” 

The word hung in the air, just like the day you two first met, and the dust hung in the air, suspended in time. You bloodied, Peter wheezing at your feet, and Miguel watching. The moment broke a second later, but the memory was imprinted in your mind. You could taste that moment in the air, now. 

“You.” Miguel repeated. 

You understood. One Spiderman died on his watch, and he was going to make sure he didn’t have his protege’s death on his conscience too. It was already littered with graves. Tightly packed graveyards had the tendency to flood when it rained. You doubted he would enjoy the bones drifting down his stream of thought while he was busy. 

“... He…” You tried, feeling the words get caught up in your throat, as if cobwebs tied your vocal chords together. “It wasn’t your fault he-” 

“I know.” Miguel snapped at you, suddenly back in your face, fanged teeth bared like an animal. “I didn’t fail Peter.” 

His emphasis on the “I” gave you pause. As if he was not the person in the equation to blame. 

“... You think I-” 

“I don’t think. I don’t think anything of you.” He folded his arms. The words tumbled from his lips, as if he couldn’t wait to get them out, but his eyes blinked as if he was bewildered. 

A part of you hoped he misspoke, that he just meant he didn’t think you were to blame for the situation, but his immediate response, that he didn’t…. Well. It wasn’t like you two were friends. Mentor and student, even if you had started to crave that with him. That leadership that your Peter gave you. No, it was stupid of you to look for the friendship you had with your Miguel, with the other one. The other one that let your Peter die. 

“... Great. Thanks.” You turned away and dusted the dirt off your suit, shoulders hunched.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He huffed, shifting his weight as he cocked his hip so the side again. “I’m not to blame for him dying. He was injured when I got there. You, however-” 

“Yeah. Me. I let him die. I hear you.” You hated that your voice sounded brittle. Tight, like you were about to cry. 

“You-” 

“I know!” You finally snapped, your throat getting tighter. “Fucking hell, I get it.” 

Miguel’s shoulders tensed. You kicked a piece of rubble and fiddled with your watch. 

“Let’s just ditch this conversation while we can.” You eventually mumbled. 

“Don’t you dare walk off while I’m talking to you.” Miguel snarled, the rest of his body tensing up. 

You ignored him, as the blinding orange and red lights of the portal slashed through the air next to you, opening up the way back to your own dimension. He took another step towards you, his hand reaching up to slip a thumb underneath his mask. You couldn’t argue with him, not with your Miguel’s face looking at you, tired and aged.  

“Pretty disrespectful.” Goblin agreed, somewhat muffled. 

You started, having completely forgotten your surroundings, and the Green Goblin tied up, snug and tight off to the side. Miguel was just as startled and ripped his hand away from his own mask. With his attention back on the villain, he turned away from you and you slipped away. Back home. 

Empty apartment. No Peter. Just you. You and your phone buzzing with a message, a simple request to come over. Not so alone maybe. 

“-you.” 

“Huh?” 

“... C’mon, don’t make me repeat it.” Your Miguel scowled at you. You’d think he was pissed, if not for the darkening blush dusting his cheekbones. You felt kinda bad, having zoned out while he was talking, the other Miguel’s vast back tense in your mind’s eye. Your Miguel cleared his throat a bit, and shifted on the sofa seat next to you, this time turning to look at you head on.

There was a beat of silence. He sighed. 

“Mierda.” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “I like you. There. Get to bare my soul twice now.” 

You blinked. 

“Like friends?” 

“I’m going to leave.” Miguel grumbled, the tips of his ears a deep red at this point. He started to get up but you grabbed the sleeve of his grey jacket. 

“Miguel, wait…” You tried to calm your suddenly racing thoughts, flitting between how much you wanted to tell Miguel that you felt the same, and about the ethics of the situation, that this was an alternate universe version of a man that was your boss and didn’t seem to like you. 

What the fuck would you do? If you found out that other Miguel had found a different universe’s you and started going out with them? How would you feel? Not that your feelings could ever match Miguel’s, you could barely even understand HIM most of the time. 

You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment, fingers curling into his soft sleeve. Miguel watched you, getting a bit antsy. You were too lost in your own thoughts to notice the simmering look that entered his eyes, and he started to lean into you. It was like you blinked and suddenly he was face to face with you, his nose gently bumping against yours as his dark eyes looked into yours. You don’t even know what he saw in your expression that gave him the courage. A matching look of barely controlled heat? A somewhat doe eyed blink up at him? Or your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as his hand dragged along the back of the sofa, just so his finger tips could skim yours? 

It didn’t matter. Whatever he saw gave him courage, and barely a second could pass before he leaned in fully, his hand coming up to cup your chin. His fingers were smooth, warm against your skin, gently dragging his thumb over the edge of your jaw. 

It was nice. It was good. It was an innocent kiss, his lips warm and soft against yours. You could feel his breath tickle your cheek as he angled for a deeper kiss. So sweet. It made you remember back to kisses with high school boyfriends, chaste and eager. You sighed into it softly and Miguel leaned in further, a hand slipping to graze his fingers over your knee. 

After a few more blissful seconds you both parted, Miguel’s ears a dark red, but now there was a triumphant glint in his eye as he looked over you, like a hunter casting his eye over his freshly snagged prey. And you? You made your choice. 

“Hey, Miguel?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I might just like you too.” 

Miguel’s shaky exhale of breath came so fast it almost sounded like a moan. His fingers against your face lost their soft grip, instead cupping your jaw with intent as he leaned back in. 

This kiss was not as sweet and innocent as the first one. His tongue immediately slipped between your lips, just to drag greedily over your front teeth. The fingers skimming your knee stopped their idly skating, and instead began to firmly squeeze your upper thigh. You were foolish to believe that your Miguel wasn’t as suffocating in his presence as the other Miguel. The way he greedily pushed against you, his hand abandoning your face to press against the sofa back behind you, chest to chest… He encompassed you. As his teeth teased your bottom lip, biting into it gently and tugging, you could finally see how he could become the man you knew, the Spiderman with the fangs of a beast, and the clawed hands of a predator. It was always lurking, in the way he appraised you, and in the way he was currently tugging at your shirt, a poacher skinning the elusive creature he had spent months stalking from the brush. 

The lines between your Miguel, the soft eyed, gentle man you had met in a class, and the other one, the one with a beast crawling underneath the suit of a hero and the skin of a man, were blurring. Your Miguel was just a few steps away from becoming just like the version that saved your life. 

If your Miguel noticed how hazy you were getting, he said nothing, but the curve of his smile said it all. His ministrations were going straight to your head, as his lips kissed from yours, down your throat, to focus on making marks against your skin. 

His lithe hands dragged over your freshly bared skin, thumb lightly ghosting over your nipple before pressing down on it and rolling the sensitive tissue between two of his fingers. He was skilled, his hands experienced, and his tongue devilish as it tasted the skin that he pinched between his teeth. You didn’t even notice that you were practically malleable in his grasp, your own fingers simply gripping his jacket, head tilted back as your breath came too quickly. You didn’t care, you needed this. You needed to just lay back and let him have his way. Every day you forced yourself to move, to work, to think, and your Miguel seemed more than okay with taking charge over you. 

You didn’t object when he pushed you down on the couch, towering over you as he roughly tugged his own jacket and shirt off, to be thrown and forgotten on the floor. 

“You’ve got a really pretty pair.” Miguel said, almost conversational, as he dragged a hand over your chest, thumb flicking your nipple before dropping a kiss to your sternum. 

“Well, so do you.” You lightly teased back, reaching out to smack his own pair of tits, but he grabbed your wrist, instead pressing your fingers against his mouth, dark eyes trained on yours over them. 

With one hand dragging over your stomach slowly, as if he was stroking over a pet’s belly, he parted his lips to taste your fingers against his tongue, dragging the hot muscle over the length of your digits. His teeth gently grazed the tips. He was also greedily undoing the buttons to your trousers, able to yank the garment down, trapping your thighs together, with just one hand. 

He pressed another open mouthed kiss to your fingers before dropping your hand in favour of restoring his full attention to your trousers. To be fair, you could return the favour. The fucking monster already tenting in his trousers was a sight to behold. There was a small dark patch at the tip. Your stomach flipped when you realised it was precum. This man was desperate to fuck you. He hid it too well, the way he had hungered, but his body was unable to lie in this moment. The way he shifted, the way his lips were slightly parted, the way his tongue dragged over his bottom teeth as he finally got your trousers off and tossed them to the side. Miguel didn’t even seem aware of the rush of breath that escaped him at the sight of your underwear, using one big hand to palm at your crotch greedily, yet almost clumsily. 

He moved to peel down your undergarments, but you slipped your leg up from between his thighs and firmly pressed your foot against his chest. 

“Not so fast.” You teased, but the way his dark eyes shot up to yours, flashing with something fiery, made your throat dry. 

Just like the other Miguel. Didn’t like being interrupted in his mission. Almost made you smile. 

“Your trousers shouldn’t be on right now.” You swallowed and finally continued, shooting him a shaky grin. 

Miguel’s eyes softened again and he snorted, rolling his eyes. He dragged his palms over your hip bones again before straightening up and beginning to undo his belt. 

“Such a little pervert.” He murmured, a lopsided grin tilting at his lips. 

“Hey, just trying to level the playing field.” You quipped back, but you couldn't deny that your eyes were hungering for the sight of your Miguel, completely bare, just for you. 

He deigned to ignore you as he finally wrestled his belt off and glanced around for a bare piece of floor, not yet littered with clothes. He stuck his tongue out a bit as he tossed the offending garment, and managed for it to snag onto the front door handle for only a second before dropping down. 

“Missed.” You smirked. 

“Didn’t. The door handle fumbled the catch.” Miguel eyed the item before continuing to unbutton his trousers. 

“Still counts as a miss I think.” 

“It fucking does not.” 

“Does t-” Your teasing died on your tongue as he yanked his trousers down to his thighs. 

Of course the man didn’t wear underwear. Obviously threw the entire idea of boxers out the window when he made up his mind that today was the day he was going to confess to you. His foresight was better than the other Miguel’s damn hindsight. 

It was unfair how fucking perfect his cock was. Precum slipping down, riding along the veins down to his swollen balls. The head of his cock dark, almost painful looking. It twitched a bit as your knee brushed past the tip, bobbing a bit as Miguel gave up on trying to get his trousers fully off without moving from his knelt position on the sofa. Resigning himself to his own trapped thighs, he playfully swatted your foot away from his chest and went back to peeling down your underwear. 

Despite not being pressed against his skin anymore, you could still feel his breath hitch in his chest. 

“Pretty.” He dragged his hand against your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Real pretty.” 

His thumb greedily stroked along the hot skin, enjoying how you squirmed and sighed as you drifted over the sensitive flesh before arriving at your hole. Just dragging his finger over it had you squirming. But his intense attention on you, vulnerable and open to him, had a thought squirm into your head and burrow down. 

“Hey, Miguel?” You caught his attention again, his soft eyes meeting yours. “... Do you have a condom?” 

Some Spiders became infertile from the radiation poisoning. Others got hyperfertile. One guy laid eggs. You really didn’t want to find out in which category you fell into, not right now. 

His thick eyebrows rose a bit, before twitching. 

“Yeah, sure.” He fussed with his trapped trousers, pulling his wallet out and digging around just to toss a length of wrapped condoms down onto your stomach. 

“Wow.” You snorted softly. 

“What?” 

“You were THAT sure you were going to get lucky after confessing your crush?” You grinned at him, idly picking them up and dangling them. 

“Oh, shut up. I always have them in there.” Miguel rolled his eyes and used the moment to finally kick his trousers all the way off before getting back into position and swiping them from you. 

“You ALWAYS have them with you?” You teasingly pressed your foot against his broad chest again, idly dragging it down to his stomach before counting each individually wrapped condom. “What, you walk around, hoping to get to fuck nine times?” 

Miguel neatly grabbed your ankle, pulling you down more to rest it on his shoulder, dragging his fingers along your shin. Nefarious glint in his eyes. 

“Why are you asking? Jealous?” 

The accusation had you flushing, your cheeks heating up immediately as he sneered in triumph, pressing a kiss to your ankle. 

“Shut up.” You grumbled and Miguel gave a husky laugh in response. 

He considered the matter settled, using his teeth to rip open the foil to one of the condoms. With a low breath, he rolled the material down, over his cock, to the base before tossing the foil, letting it flutter down, onto your shirt. Miguel tossed the rest to the side, in easy reach for when there was inevitably a round two, and shot you another teasing smirk. 

“Happy?” 

“On Cloud 9. Not even God could strike me down now.” 

Miguel rolled his eyes and grabbed your other ankle to place it on his shoulder, pressing down a bit as if to make sure you won’t shift it away. 

“Perfect. Now, let me prep you before God waltzes in through the front door and punishes you for safe sex.” You managed a snort before he grabbed your waist and dragged you against him properly, so your ankles were shifted down his back and your knees rested on his shoulders. 

With you closer, Miguel got to wind his arms around your middle and hoisted your entire body up, so your back was no longer touching the sofa, and you could feel his hot breath rushing over your sensitive hole. You couldn’t even take a moment to swear, when his tongue was on you. 

The feeling of his hot, wet muscle dragging over you shocked your system. It had been so long since you slept with someone, meaningful relationship or one night stand, it didn’t matter. You had been wrapped up in your own personal cloud of sadness, you couldn’t even think of sex. So long without a warm body next to you, and now Miguel’s scorching one was hunched over you, his tongue lapping hungrily over your hole before pressing the tip inside, just enough to make you gasp and arch your back. 

“A-Ah, fuck!” You hissed out between your teeth, arching your back as he lapped at your hole, dipping the tip in every now and then. 

“Relax.” He murmured against you, one of his hands pressing on your stomach, manoeuvring you properly, making sure you couldn’t even dream of wriggling away from him. “Relax for me. Can’t fuck you if you won’t fucking relax.” 

Miguel’s tongue was brutal. Tasting you, wriggling deeper inside of you, one hand on your stomach, squeezing the flesh with the other one groping at your chest. Using his nail to press down on a nipple before using the pad of his thumb to ease the sting of his pinch. He kept swapping his hands, always needing one hand on your chest and the other on your stomach. Lavishing them with attention and relishing the feeling of soft flesh at his mercy. But there was only so much a hot blooded man like him could take, with his cock straining and precum smearing against your back.

Giving your glistening hole one last kiss, he slowly lowered you so your back was flat against the couch again. Miguel took a moment to drink you in fully, a fine sheen of sweat cascading down your body, your hole spread and ready, and most delectably, the blissed out look on your face. 

Cute. As if you had no idea what was coming, what he was dying to do to you. Like this was the highest level of pleasure he was going to bring you to tonight. Miguel leaned down to press a kiss to your stomach before shifting his weight. The cute gasp you made when he nudged his wrapped cockhead against your hole nearly killed him. 

Leaning down, his broad hand slipped around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a soft kiss, turned sharp with his teeth hungrily biting down on your bottom lip, tasting your tongue, your flesh. With your tongue trapped between his teeth, he slowly pressed his cockhead in, pressing close to swallow down any whines you made. The push inside was slow and methodical, drinking in the feeling of your tight, warm hole around his throbbing cock. He had spent too much time thinking about this moment, so much time with his hand cupping his balls, and his tongue trapped between his teeth as he scrolled through your pictures. It was biting him in the ass now, the feeling of his balls aching so badly that he felt like he was about to burst. Miguel refused to fucking cum when he just bottomed out inside of you, like some virgin. 

He stayed inside of you, nibbling and sucking at your lips gently, both desperately buying enough time not to fucking cum at the first thrust, but also drinking in the feeling of getting to taste you like this. Everything he had dreamed of, and more. 

“I think…” You murmured after a moment, Miguel’s kisses trailing down your jaw. “I think we might have to use all nine of those condoms.” 

You felt him snicker against your skin and he slowly pulled out, waiting just a moment before slamming back inside of you, deep enough for you to arch your back. 

“Feeling that ambitious?” He murmured, before dragging his tongue up, over your pulse point. “Might regret that. Gonna be the fucking sorest in the world after all that.” 

“So cocky.” 

“I aim to hit the expectations I set for you.” 

The second sorest person in the world, well, in a world, was second Miguel. Worse, it was an emotional soreness. His body ached from the fight and chest ached from the one that followed just a few minutes after, between you and him. It shouldn’t. He had worse spats just talking with Lyla. But ever since he… He witnessed your Peter’s death, watching you try to get back from it, just… Everything. He’s had… Not exactly a soft spot, for you. More like… Sore spot. Yeah, that worked. Every time he saw you, it twinged. There was an ache, thrumming underneath his suit, bruising his skin. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it, right there, between his ribs, as he breathed in. It hurt every time he inhaled around you. It hurt worse when he wasn’t around you. 

And now, today’s fuck up? It itched. It burned, and no amount of distracted rubbing against his covered chest with his palm eased the feeling. It plagued him. So much so that a few hours into the night, he had enough. Kicked his sheets off and hunting for his boxers to slip on. He should be sleeping, but Miguel couldn’t stop thinking about the words you two shared that day. It was the middle of the night over in your dimension, he could slip over, take your annoyed berating at his entrance in the middle of the night, apologise… Then leave again. Some part of him wondered if you’d ask him to stay, to share a cup of something warm at your table, to properly talk, get everything out. It’d be nice. He wasn’t that close to anyone, and maybe… Maybe it would be something of a balm for his sore spot. Something to alleviate the pain and maybe one day it wouldn’t twinge with regret anymore. 

A rare smile flickered on his lips as he pulled on his jacket. Yeah, no downsides. Except… If you had someone over? His fingers stopped skimming over his watch at the thought. No, you wouldn’t… Would you? Nah. You didn’t seem too interested in connecting to other people in that way, which Miguel could relate to. With a shake of his head, he vanquished those pesky thoughts. No, he was just trying to look for a reason not to go to you. 

He wasn’t a coward… Though, perhaps, he should knock on your front door, instead of appearing in your living room. Just in case. What could go wrong?

[knives-blue]

ive thoughts abt the b team

ik i already posted abt this but i wanna elab more.

so yall know how in itsv miles throws a bagel at j. ohn, and he becomes the spot, right? and in a deleted scene olivia says "the power of the multiverse in the palm of my hand" in ref to doc oc in spoderman 2. and guess who says that line in spiderverse 2? spot! why am i bringing this up? im using it as an example of the bonkers foreshadowing in spiderverse. Things often go from cameos and gags to something BIG. Like how miguel ended up being the secondary antagonist in spoderverse. He went from popping up at the end in a gag cameo scene, to being the antagonist of the second half of the second act and the entirety of the third act. My point is little things matter here.

That brings me to my next point. Now, I love the B Team, and I jus want to see more of them in the next one so this may be a little biased.

In ATSV, at the start of the third act when Miguel is explaining canon events to Miles, Peni pops up, and is given a single line. Now, most people dont/didnt think of this as more than a cameo. But I am not most people mon frer. They could've done this with anyone else, literally anyone else from the B Team, or just a random Spider-person. They couldve easily replaced her scene with the crowd of Spider People looking at him disappointed. But they didnt. They draw attention to her, they have miles EXPLICITLY Notice Her and even say her name. They show off her new mech and let the cam linger on her face more.

And then, in the third act, when Miles is running through Earth 42's nyc, we see in the reflection of a building he runs past, specifically, Noir, Ham and Peni. Specifically them, even thought they arent plot relevant. You even hear Porker saying "You cant save everyone,", his line from the first film. My question is. Why. Them. The producers couldve easily shown Gwen, Peter, and Miguel, or hell, His Mom, Dad and Uncle Aaron, hell maybe kingpin and doc oc and the spot! They couldve easily replaced Hams line with Uncle Aarons Keep Going line, or Peters Leap Of Faith line that im p sure shows up idk my memories fuzzy, But no. It was specifically *those three. * and That One Line.

And then at the end, when we see Gwens Spider-gang, we see Peni in her crossed arms pose behind Hobie, and Noir / Ham right behind Gwen in front of Margo. And in that very scene, just seconds before, we see Peni, and we see her smirking back at the camera from the corner of her eye. Now why did they specifically decide to give Peni this knowing look? It would've made sense for Hobie, as hes the one who helped Miles get free from Miguels cage, but why Peni. Last time we saw her she looked depressed, she looked tired.

Now, here is the crux of my theory. I believe, that just like in ITSV, BTSV is gonna come full circle, and make the B-Team extremely plot relevant. I feel like the producers are dropping little breadcrumbs relating to the plot, but not making it so obvious we immediately catch on. Much like The Spot and The Bagel Incident and Miguel and Miles' Spider and the constant showings-up of the number 42.

In ITSV, Peni is literally the one that gets them all to their home dimensions, she is the one that made the new goober, and got them all home. So I feel like she will play a big role in defeating The Spot. And call me crazy, but I feel like her standing behind Hobie at the end might mean that she works with him to create something that will defeat Spot, or make something that will help, most likely relating to the collider, since Hobie did make their watches.

And, vis-a-vis, Ham and Noir (along with Peni and SP//dr's dismembered arm), play a part in defeating Scorpion and Tombstone, and while they werent extremely important to the Plot, they where part of the Sinister 6, and they where the antagonists of ITSV after all. Next to King Pin, that is. All three of them also took out the alchemax employees (Gwen got sidetracked seeing Miles come back tho), and since Miguel is more a man of hand-to-hand and melee combat unlike spot and his portal fuckery, I feel as though they will be pretty instrumental to defeating Miguel, and maybe, his Migbot (cuz of the concept art that got leaked recently).

(Another thing i wanna discuss is the possibility of doc oc making a comeback in BTSV cuz last we saw of her she did get hit by a truck, but in a deleted scene it shows her throwing herself into the collider, but thats another subject for another time.)

[evansbby]

Does anyone have any cool sexy dilf stories? Like stories that you wouldn’t mind sharing of y’all with dilfs?? Idk I feel like I need to live vicariously through you guys jajsjsjs —

Okay so I know you posted this last week but I have to tell someone 💀

So since the beginning of uni I’ve had a crush on my chemistry professor, and let me tell you that the first day I had his class all I did was fantasize about him😭😭

This man is 6’4 (I’m 5’3🤭) so the height difference is so hot. He’s 35 (I just turned 20), he’s half Mexican half Colombian (he curses in Spanish when he drops something or is just mad and it’s the hottest thing ever). He has brown eyes and his hair is like Ari’s hair (all i can think about is how hot it would be to rake my nails through his hair while he’s eating me out). Also he’s so fucking buff holy shit, like his biceps are the size of my head and every time he wears a tight shirt/blouse it literally makes me want to do unspeakable things. For reference he kinda looks like Miguel O’hara (idk if you watched Spiderman into the Spiderverse but that man is hot as hell), but he has fuller lips. He also has a beard which also kind of the same to Ari’s beard.

So here’s where the actual story begins😭😭. He has a daughter who’s 8 years old - btw he’s not married and her mom isn’t in her life, I don’t know why - so my cousin who’s also 8 years old happens to be in the same class as her and they’re literally best friends. I didn’t know at first that her dad was my professor (and the guy I dream about) until my aunt asked me to pick my cousin up from school and I see him talking to his daughter and my cousin. When I tell you I almost melted because he was so sweet with them😭😭😭 When they saw me walking towards them he was also surprised to see me, but then he smiled and made small talk 😫

Next day when I see him in class, he asks me to stay behind and when I tell you I almost fainted. I’ll type out the interaction because it’ll be too confusing.

Professor: “Hey, so I didn’t know you were related to (cousins name)”

Me: “Yeah, her moms my moms sister so different last names haha”

Professor: “So, I wanted to ask if it’s okay for her to come over next week? I tried to catch your aunt and ask but she’s always there earlier than me, (daughters name) and (cousins name) wanted to watch a movie and just play.”

Me: “Oh yeah, I’ll ask my aunt. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind (cousins name) talks about her a lot.”

Professor: “Yeah those two are really close.”

Me: “But sure I’ll ask my aunt and get back to you tomorrow.”

Professor: “Thank you it’ll mean a lot to them.”

So after this we just quickly said goodbye and when I walked out the classroom I almost threw up he made me that nervous😭😭 It’s the way he was standing as well, he was standing and kind of half sitting half leaning on his desk and his blouse that day was a white so I kinda saw abs (slut) 😫😫😫 honestly feels like something out of a movie😭

Anyway so I came home and I was going to my aunts house anyway for dinner with the whole family (I’m Moroccan so these kind of big dinners are almost every week💀). So when I’m there I ask her and she first was kind of iffy about it because she doesn’t want to send her 8 year old to a random mans house (her words, not mine😂) even though she knows his daughter. And then my other cousin who’s my age and knows about my crush on him, jokingly said “maybe she should go with her, he’s her professor so she already knows him”. I swear to god I wanted to strangle her right there and then because my aunt thought it was the best idea ever and now she wants me to go with her.

I feel like this is getting really long so I’ll try summarize what happened afterwards😭. So the next day I don’t have chemistry so after I was done with all my classes I walk over to his classroom. This man was just sitting there drinking coffee and working and I thought (still think) it was the hottest thing ever. When he sees me walk in he smiles at me and greets me. I greet him as well and tell him what my aunt said.

Me: “Maybe a bit weird but my aunt wanted me to come with (cousins name) to keep an eye on her you know? If that’s okay with you of course.”

Professor: “Yeah no that’s fine don’t worry about it, besides it’ll be nice to have someone there to keep me company.”

WHEN HE SAID THIS I SWEAR TO GOD HE SMIRKED/SMILED AT ME I CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP😭😭😭.

Anyway I gave him my aunts number so they can arrange it and then we said goodbye and stuff and I left. My hands were shaking when I was walking out of the classroom, he makes me that nervous😭 My aunt called me Sunday morning telling me that the playdate is next week. Either he or my uncle is gonna bring us.

I normally have his class on Monday but he wasn’t there, I think he had an appointment or something😔 But I do have his class today so lets pray he’s there🤞🏼🤞🏼

I’m sorry if this was really long but I honestly feel like this is too good to be true, and when I saw your post about any dilf stories I immediately thought about him. I also wanted to tell someone who won’t judge me and I honestly love your vibe so I hope you won’t think I’m weird or something 😭. I also need advice because what the hell do i do?!?! I have such a big crush on him, besides the looks he’s so sweet but also so serious and bossy (idk what to call it but it’s hot😫😫).

I’ll keep you updated if you want if anything else happens🥴🥴🥴

- 💐💐

Oh my god bestie I am so intrigued but at the same time you are twenty years old and that is a BABY to me practically so idk idk idk what to say!!!! Pls just be sensible about this… men love to take advantage of younger girls and I know you don’t want to hear this 😭😭😭 but I feel like I have to say it otherwise I’d be being fake 🥲🥲

Of course, you’re entitled to do whatever you please! And honestly HONESTLY this professor seems into you but the fact that he’s a professor and you’re his student is a red flag??? Right??? Like… you’re his student 😭😭😭 on top of that he is a lot older than you so please be careful!!!

Apart from that why does this sound like such a picture perfect fanfic scenario?? Like lmfao wow I didn’t realise y’all were out here literally being real life Y/Ns meanwhile all my professors have been ugly and lame 😂😂😂

[an0ma1y-d0ma1y]

this fucking prick won’t let me leave I’ve been stuck for hours in their web if anyone hears me please send he-

SPIDER-ACID HCS‼️ (normal and tk ones)

-Alright let’s start with some angst hcs to get it outta the way

-After Elijah’s best friend (or his drummer) died, he couldn’t stand to hear the sound of drums.

-Because of this, when the band eventually got a replacement drummer he felt a strange hatred towards them and at the end of only the first song he smashed his guitar and left.

-When he was first made a member of the spiderverse, when he heard that Gwen was a drummer from Hobie then he wanted to stay away from her to not trigger the feeling of grief again, but at the same time felt he needed to face his grief.

-Alright enough sad ones let’s go

-Since Elijah knows Spanish, he often has full conversations with Miguel in Spanish

-But at the same time whenever he talks shit about someone in Spanish Miguel’s able to call him out on it

-lost hard candy privileges after Miguel witnessed him chewing a jolly rancher

-The spiderteens will sometimes go into a dark closet and will have a ‘disco’ with Elijah’s glowing suit

-Even if Elijah has control over what color his suit is, his emotions can sometimes trigger a specific color. Strong emotions like happiness, shock, anger, or sadness.

-He claims he completely fried his vocal cords from his band career but at the same time is probably just using it to excuse his teenage voice cracks

-Dropped out of high school in his sophomore year to focus on music

-The MJ in his universe was his bassist, Michelle James. He had a crush on her ever since Fletcher (his drummer) introduced him to her.

-Ight…. tickle hcs

-Elijah was always one for physical affection, and that includes tickling

-HUGE switch. Can easily wreck someone but at the same time can easily be wrecked

-Is a master of disguise and loves to surprise attack people to see their funny reaction

-His favorite move is to crawl his fingers up someone’s back like a spider until he suddenly latches onto the back of their neck and squeezes to hear them squeal, I didn’t make this it’s just common sense

-Learned from Miguel about the amount of power he has with his fangs and how he can dispute nibbles and has been a little bastard about it ever since

-Now don’t think that he’s gonna get away with being a ler so much

-His worst spots are definitely his shoulder blades, tummy, hips, and sides

-Strangely enough, his melt spot are the insides of his arms. Just run your fingers down them and he’ll evaporate into a giggling puddle

-Starts off with a very giggly and wheezy laugh but will turn into high pitched cackles if you manage to get him good enough

-AND DONT EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND HES ABLE TO HANDLE RASPBERRIES, NIBBLES, AND KISSES NO SIR

-He can’t handle the taste of his own medicine and will be squealing and shrieking for a break

-He’s able to hold back his laughter when tickled by most people, but someone like Jessica Drew or Miguel then he’s done for

-Often gets tickled whenever he’s being a little shit or just showing them that teenage attitude

@parker-fluff I DONT WANNA KEEP BOTHERING YOU WITH THIS DUMBASS I SWEAR THISLL BE LIKE THE SECOND TO LAST POST I MAKE ABOUT HIM

[lizardlicks]

Nine People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

I was tagged by @blu3berrydraws, @erisenyo, and @paramouradrift lol thanks guys!

Relation Status: Married to my best friend and high school sweetheart

Favorite Color: green. any green. give me a green I will show you how beautiful it is

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet tooth is currently satisfied. Spicy is just kind of a bonus. I think savory is looking good rn.

Three ships: Zukka is the obvious current answer, but I am a habitual multishipper by nature, so here are three ships that I very much enjoy which might not be on your radars!

First is @ablueeyedarcher's fault: How/Piandao. The SS CapyPanda. Are they minor characters who only show up for two or three episodes a piece? Yes. Do I care? No. Let them smooch.

Number two is Jee/Bato. Look. Jee is a tired gay man, He has served his time. Let him get out there and get the good dick. He's not a home wrecker though, he's not gonna get between whatever Bato has going on with Hakoda... unless maybe they invited him to get between them more literally.

Third is Zuko/Kuei. I know the the post canon comics pitted these two sad bitches against each other but listen, here me out. They're both young, inexperienced leaders dropped head first into navigating attempting to deescalate their countries post a century of hostilities with minimal helpful guidance, and they were also both used and betrayed by the father figures they we supposed to trust and rely on. What if when left alone, face to face, they bonded over venting their similar frustrations? What if that bonding turned into an unlikely friendship? What if that friendship tripped and rolled down a rocky hill of something more and they ended up in a secret affair between the heads of two of the world's most powerful states? What if it all came crashing in on them, but they couldn't untangle their very real feelings from their duty as leaders? What then?

First ever ship: Oh snap this is reaching back into Ye Old memory banks here. If I'm being totally honest I think it was the pink and green (later white, much later all the rest of the damn colors) rangers from the original run of the American version of Power Rangers. The internet didn't exist as we know it today so it was just a group of a half-dozen 7-9 year olds G O S S I P I N G on the playground between rounds of pretending to be actual velociraptors.

Last Song:

(Two Steps From Hell is my go-to writing times tune everything out music)

Last Film: Technically it was me and the rest of the adults post Thanksgiving diner keeping a running background commentary going on the worldbuilding choices in the Paw Patrol Movie that the little kids insisted on watching. Real answer, the last movie I sat down to watch with intention was Across the Spiderverse.

Last thing I Googled: solar chistmas lights. My coworker was complaining that her only outdoor outlet shares a load with an indoor one (which?? rude!) and her partner wouldn't let her put up more Christmas lights. I had to show her. The way her face lit up as she IMMEDIATELY zoomed to Amazon and started filling her cart. Apologies to her poor family and neighbors, but I definitely made her week and possibly her entire New Year.

Currently Reading: Hey did you know that @erisenyo is already releasing stuff for zukki week because she is. you should definitely go read that.

Currently Watching: Rewatching Blue Eye Samurai while spouse watches it for the first time. He's been big into old samurai and wuxia films since I can remember so I'm just sitting here anticipating his reactions to every easter egg and trope call back they've stuffed into this show and also spotting things I missed on the first round.

Currently Consuming: Peppermint mocha and a cheese, egg and sausage tornado. Don't question me.

Currently Craving: My cozy bed. Also a nice big bowl of curry.

Currently Working On: The next chapter of Learn to Carry Love. I'm so so so close to the finish aaargh!

Current Obsession(s): *Gestures at my blog*

And with that I'm gonna taaaaaaag @ablueeyedarcher @rainbowbarnacle @paintsplattere @allgremlinart @saccharineomens @thepioden @siggymcpissyface @curlicuecal and @yandereleorio! No obligation of course, just for a fun time if you wanna :D

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

i was talking to a couple of friends about Across the Spiderverse, and both of them are black, so they told me a couple of things i missed and one of them actually made my jaw drop

the only people who were actually on Miles's side in action rather than words were other PoC

Hobie, i think, decided early on that he would protect Miles by giving him practical guidance on Miguel's shields, and he was the only one looking at Miles and helping him when Miguel first put the barrier on Miles. he didn't even need to think about it, he's an anarchist, it doesn't matter that the spider society is supposed to be "good" he knows what's up.

Spider-Byte was 100% behind spider society until she saw Miles in her Go Home Machine scared and trapped with Miguel trying to literally maul him, until Miles gave her that look.

i didn't think about it until later, and correct me if i'm wrong, but i'm now realizing that this is the bond between PoC, especially in the black community.

i'm not black so i haven't experienced this, but i've heard and read stories of when a few black people that don't even know each other and have to be in a room or group of mostly white people, and they're able to wordlessly communicate to each other that they've got each other's backs. with as little as one shared look.

again this is from the stories i've been told, i think i can relate it to when i meet other queer people out in public, though it's definitely not the exact same.

so when Spider-Byte saw Miles facing an entire organization on his own, because he's "not supposed to be there" and he "doesn't belong", and all she saw was a kid who was scared and had no protection from his actual friends, she and Miles had one simple conversation by eye contact.

even before i went back over it, that moment hit me hard. damn.

and Gwen and Peter? they wanted to help Miles, but as my friends said, white allies aren't supportive when facing their equivalent of law enforcement.

"Why didn't you come see me?"

"I couldn't."

they were afraid, for their own reasons, and they did try to talk Miguel down, but that's the thing. white people want to solve everything through talking, which is great until the other side is done talking. that's when action is needed, fuck the rules and fuck the bosses when a teenager is pitted against who he thought was his family.

Hobie anticipated this, Spider-Byte realized this, and Spider Woman (not Gwen) is on her way to realizing it.

if this was a call to white allies to step the fuck up, it's done insanely well

[thevindicativevordan]

Superman & Lois Season 3 Review

Another season is over, let's take stock of how the show did in comparison to S2.

Well for starters their poster game dramatically improved, the pic above is the first one that I would describe as cool. The writers seemed to have taken feedback from S2 into account because they made several corrections that I think led to S3 being the best season of the show yet.

First off they dropped the emphasis on the Multiverse which had previously played a strong role in S1 and 2. Good timing considering that the general audience at large has started to show signs of fatigue with the very concept of Multiverses, Spiderverse aside. I myself have grown utterly sick of the Multiverse and was grateful that like X-Kryptonite, the show decided to put that storytelling crutch on the shelf.

Second, they did a much better job with juggling all the characters' storylines this time. Lois, Superman, the Irons, and Smallville all connected to the overarching Intergang plot in a way that made sense and worked to flesh out Mannheim in contrast to the Parasite Twins last season who suffered from too much vagueness and multiple plotlines that failed to connect emotionally. Sam and Lana having similar emotional arcs - where they learn to move past the pain they suffered from previous relationships and be ready to explore new ones - was a great way of connecting the two that I did not see coming. And sue me but I enjoyed the Kyle/Chrissy romance as out of left field as it was.

Bruno Mannheim was easily the best villain of this series thus far. His actor was able to switch from charismatic and sympathetic to terrifying with startling ease. My favorite example of that is the episode where Nat and Matteo had dinner with the elder Mannheims, Mannheim was cracking jokes and being the cool dad one minute, and getting ready to beat John Henry Irons to death the next minute. Great casting and acting for the entire Mannheim family, odd choice to use a take on Onomatopoeia for a Superman show, but I thought Peia's love for her family and ruthless nature to protect them contrasted well with Lois. Loved that scene at the end between Supes and Peia where he tells her it's ok to let go, opposite message of the iconic All-Star scene which they also homage, but one that I thought can be just as comforting.

Speaking of her, Lois benefitted from being the star of her own storyline this season. She got to deal with cancer and investigate the Mannheims, she got to make mistakes (like when she hesitated to keep digging into Mannheim after her bonding with Peia), have struggles with her self-esteem, and her past actions regarding Lex help set up S4 nicely. Eager to see the fallout of Lex's hatred for her next season.

Clark didn't get as much to do this season other than butt heads with Mannheim and Jordan, but he got enough cool Superman saves and nice Clark moments for me to be satisfied.

New actor for Jon is great. Not only does he look more like the Jordan actor's twin but his performance was on par with his predecessor. Making Jon a firefighter was a nice way to give him something to do beyond being Jordan's emotional support, or take the fall for his girlfriend. Writers appear to have finally caught on that most of the viewers see Jon as the true sympathetic kid who embodies the best of his parents. Jordan however... what the hell are they doing with this kid? He was a total creep this season regarding Sarah and towards the end it felt like maybe they were going to pull a twist ending by having him start falling into villainy. Then they had the scene at the end where he apologizes to Sarah and I have no clue where they're going with him anymore. Having S4 be Jordan's fall while Jon finally gets his powers and has to confront his brother would be the best way to end this series, a way of coming full circle back to S1 being Clark vs. his own evil half-brother without being a total rehash. Dunno if the show has the balls for that, I expect they do not, but man it would be a great set up for a series finale

The Irons were far more involved this season which made me happy. Scene where Irons and Mannheim confronted each other after Irons saved his sister from the bomb was pure classic Superman/Lex hatred, made me wish we had gotten more scenes between Wole and Coleman because the two played off each other beautifully. Grinned when I saw this show follow through on the Steel/Lana romance, happy to see something of Pak's influence reach outside of comics.

The Lex actor is the best live action Lex since Rosenbaum, have to give the CW credit for being able to adapt Lex while the film side struggles. Really looking forward to him stepping up as the Big Bad next season. Given the show's emphasis on family and that they won't be bringing the actor playing Sam back as a reoccurring support, I firmly believe they should have Lex kill Sam in S4. Would be a great way to establish Lex as a threat, show how determined he is to punish Lois, and write Sam off in a way that serves the story.

On the bad side I guess this season ending on Doomsday didn't do much for me? Doomsday being a weird adaption of Nuclear Man from Superman IV (they even end the season with a fight on the moon!) and DCEU Doomsday is one of those times where I just ask "why?" when I see this show taking influence from the DCEU. Oh and there's all those supporting cast plotlines that aren't going anywhere now that the show has basically trimmed the cast down to the Kents and Lex. Nothing will come of the Irons moving back to Metropolis and building Steelworks or Kyle and Chrissy having a kid, not that the writers are to blame for that.

People would have been pissed if the show ended on this cliffhanger, lucky for them that S&L are at least getting what is likely to be one final season to wrap things up. Tulloch was saying that she wasn't sure if S4 was the last season, but I don't believe S&L can get another one. Between Nexstar just barely renewing this show after months of negotiations with WB, Nexstar making it clear the show isn't very profitable and they want to transition away from scripted content, most of the supporting cast members being laid off to cut costs, the real life town that scenes for Smallville are shot at only being signed up for three seasons, and of course Superman Legacy being primed to release in 2025, there's no way S4 will be anything but the final season. Especially with the WGA (and possible SGA) strikes delaying S4 scripting and shooting until late 2024, I expect that S&L S4 will air just a little while before Legacy's July 2025 release date, much the same way as the CW Flash series ended a little while before the Flash movie released.

Between MAWS and Legacy it's unlikely this show will have much if any impact on the Superman franchise, but it's been a nice diversion while the film side sorted itself out and MAWS got worked on. I'll definitely check in for the final season, I'm sad that the Irons won't return but I think the show might benefit from having to focus on the core cast rather than get sidetracked by focusing on everyone else like how the Flash show botched it's final season.

[joyfuladorable]

What peni's role will be in beyond the spiderverse perhaps beyond will do for peni like what across did for Gwen?

Hmmmm, good question…

Personally, I don’t think it’ll be much more prominent than her role in ITSV, especially now that the team is Bigger. She’ll likely be paired with Margo for tech stuff and then of course probably fall back with Noir and Ham during combat. Spider-Verse has that very fun thing I love in voice direction where it lets the VAs talk over each other and stuff so there’ll probably be a lot of that happening since Spideys are Naturally Chatty. Maybe there’ll also be a convo between Miles and Peni about her dad and how she’ll do everything she can to help Miles save his dad because he has the Chance To. Also Also!! I’m SO excited for whatever action scenes they’re cooking up cuz the team up sequences are Literally some of my Favorite parts of the films and it’ll be awesome seeing the new SP//dr suit in action!!

Now, if you’re asking me my take on how Peni could have a larger role in BTSV, we can dig into it a little.

Imagine the film opening on a computer screen, running calculations after calculations that keep being Rejected. A lone girl is working on a mech, slapping silly stickers where she wants to and letting a Spider crawl around her arms and pointing to equipment and tools she needs. A PA crackles and calls SP//dr to action.

The girl finishes up what she’s doing as Spider skitters to his spot in the mech to start it up. Putting aside the equipment, the girl listens as a man, her Uncle Ben, informs her of the situation. She climbs into the mech, stares for a moment at the computer still rejecting calculations, and lets the hatch close shut.

The console lights up. Music plays, techno pop, the volume low at first as SP//dr swings through the city and confronts a Baddie. All the while, a narration plays:

“My name is Peni Parker. When I was 9, I was bitten by Spider and followed in my father’s footsteps to become SP//dr. I didn’t know he was a hero until the day he died. He was just there, one day, and gone the next and then I met my Aunt May and Uncle Ben for the first time, and they gave me a Choice.

“To be honest, it hadn’t really felt like one.

“I made it work. I had to. What would Oscorp do without its best asset! I did everything I had to and More. I had Ben and May and Spider and that was it. I was alone.

“And then I wasn’t.”

Cuts of ISTV of Peni with everyone.

“Five other Spiders!! And the potential for so many more.”

Cut to Peni returning to her dimension and rebuilding SP//dr. Her working on how to dimension hop willingly. Her meeting Addy and eventually becoming friends.

Her going out with Addy for VE#m’s first real field mission. Her having to Fight VE#m as her Aunt May enters the mech to rescue Addy.

Her opening the mech after the fight and realizing it’s Too Late.

Her huddled on her bed with Spider and going over how to rebuild SP//dr Again.

Then, a portal opens, and Gwen steps out and finally (Finally) Peni isn’t alone again.

“The Spider Society. I thought it was everything we needed. But…”

Canon Events are explained to her. She sees the endless row of Spiders huddling over their dying loved ones and sees herself standing quietly over her father’s grave. She hadn't been with him during his last moments. He’d taken her camping the week before he died and the last thing he’d said to her after dropping her off at school was that “things will be different soon. Better.”

The last words she’d heard from Addy and her Aunt had been of terror. Not goodbyes.

And I’ve mentioned this before, but at first Peni rejects the idea that Things have to go a Certain Way. Cut to her computer that continues reject calculations. Cut to her as techno pop roars and she beats the Baddie.

She gets a message from HQ. Miles has finally (temporarily) been allowed in. They’re going to Explain, and she should be there to help Soften the Blow.

Peni knows it’s not gonna work, but she goes anyways because Miles is her Friend.

“…I was wrong.”

Miles explodes containment with his venom. SP//dr takes a moment too long to right itself and everyone else is already in hot pursuit. She lags behind and eventually stands in the Go Home room and watches Miles escape and Gwen call the Society out.

Peni shares a look with Peter B, with Margo, and then leaves for her dimension. She rips her watch off her wrist and throws it on her workbench as she turns to her computer.

She enters in a new calculation, something she hadn’t thought of before.

Miles was a factor she’d never considered.

The computer hums as Peni fiddles with a different watch with Spider. A “just in case” machine that Hobie had suggested in passing one day.

She slaps it on as a chaotic portal opens up and Gwen waits for her. Peni grabs her jacket and drapes it over her shoulders as she climbs into SP//dr.

The computer beeps.

A probability. A Chance.

Peni smiles and follows after Gwen.

(Imagine Peni handing Miles a new set off web shooters as he adjusts a punk rock dimensional watch on his wrist. She lingers in the moment and tells Miles that if she’d had a chance to save her loved ones, she’d have taken it and done everything she could. She tells him that he’s got the chance and the probability for success is Low, but when has that Ever stopped a Spidey from Trying?

Imagine her confronting Miguel as they hold him down from making Another Mistake. Lyla going over the calculation herself and agreeing. And Peni opening up her mech to look into the eyes of a still mourning father reflected in her gaze as a mourning daughter. “There’s Hope, Miguel. It doesn’t have to be this way.”

And imagine her at the end of it all, coordinating with other tech Spideys to Prevent Tragedies. They’re the good guys. They’re supposed to Help People and they will and they are and This is the feeling of Togetherness Peni was chasing and has finally Caught.)

[neonleonsmessymindpalace]

hi. i saw the movie today. part 2 is coming out in 2024 and i am dying, because the end of the first half punched me in the gut. brace yourself, because you were the one who said i could spoil you. also i fully apologize for the essay i’m about to write, but i have literally no one else i can gush to, and i get a really uncomfortable jittery feeling when i can’t let out my excitement. before we begin, this is going to spoil possibly the entire movie. be warned. first the ✨big villain✨.

this came as a surprise to me, despite seeing the trailer, but it’s “the spot”. yes that’s the guy in the trailer who has sliced bread fall out of his weird, black, stomach vortex. he spends around the first half being a very bad villain who’s personality is hilarious, and then he becomes a threat to the entire multiverse in the span of five minutes. he’s hilarious either way though, and i feel like if deadpool was pg and a villain he would have a very similar personality to the spot. also i would be just as awkward as he is before he gets his evil power up, if i was a villain.

the movie spends the first bit focusing on gwen, and she’s actually the catalyst for miles getting into the multiverse! he would’ve been completely oblivious if she hadn’t dropped in, broke every dimensional club rule ever, and accidentally let him follow her through a portal. side note i love the spider-man they meet there, and also spider-punk who i love with my very whole heart.

this ends up with him being told about “universal canon” ex; the uncle always dies. there’s also a “police chief close to spider-man always dies”, and this is a problem because as soon as miles’ dad is promoted, he is destined to die. obviously miles is very not chill with this, even though stopping it could break the entire multiverse, and destroy that dimension entirely. he ends up booking it to try and get back to his dimension, with every spider-person ever(also the cat, the horse, and my personal favorite, peter parkedcar.) after him.

fancy, high tech, creepy, future spider-man, miguel reveals that miles is basically the “original anomaly”, because the spider that bit him was from another dimension, and was supposed to bite someone there instead. this dna oopsie leads to the big fancy weird, white, fleshtech spider dna reader to send him to the completely wrong universe. gwen is also having a terrible time but it’s kind of overwhelming to explain all of it and her story is kind of separate but parallel to his.

tldr; miles ends up in a very bad place where he is the prowler, and also captured, gwen sets up a very small spider team to help him(including peter b and his absolutely adorable spider baby who is actually the smartest spider-person, because they’re all idiots at heart), and every other spider person in the multiverse is straight up going to shoot him on sight(yes one of them has a real gun.) also his dads going to die in two days, he has no way back home, and gwen has no idea where he is and thus cannot find and help him. OK NOW THAT THE STORY IS OUT THERE, MY REAL FAVORITE BITS.

every universe and spider-person or animal has their own animation style. the colors and shades are all different and my favorite dimension is gwen’s because it’s super watercolor and the lighting changes people’s colors completely. all the spiders have different fighting styles, and the music is epic.

also peter b is still an idiot despite being a dad and i love him. my other favorite is the spider-man who narrates everything he’s doing, all the time, in a very dramatic batman esque voice. i would say more but i might be having a slight mental collapse right now. don’t worry about it i’ll probably be done by thursday(hopefully.). i have to go consume every piece of spiderverse media i can find now.-G

You're excitement in these words - I LOVE IT !!!

I can agree with everything you said!

I loved the twisty part of the villain, it made him a even better character. To me, these are the best written villains!

The ending though - whyyyyyyyyy.

It makes sense for the Part 2 coming in 2024, but C'MON! ( T . T; )

I love the style of Gwen's universe too! The different animation styles in one movie were the thing that confused me at first, but they MATCH SO WELL AND I- WHY hasn't anyone else had this idea yet???

Several soundtracks of the movie have found their way into my daily playlist ... (　＾∀＾)

I wish you a great time pursuing that lovely hyperfixation!

Get your sweet dopamine ! 🤌🏾🔥

Don't apologize for that long inbox, I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!

[hanahaki-disease]

Haven't I Given Enough?

Hermit! Tommy DSMP x Hermitcraft crossover fic

Chapter 7 | Feel the Pain When it Hits You

Summary: Amidst the ruins of the life he so carefully tried to rebuild, Grian wonders where it had all gone wrong

Words: 2904

Notes: Chapter title is from "Memories" by Thutmose for the Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse movie soundtrack

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Grian looked at Gem as they stood in front of Pearl’s door, his knuckles leaving a tiny dent in the soft, warped fungus wood. 

It wasn’t often that Gem came to Grian when things got tough, relying on the other members of the soup group or the closest neighbors to the trio’s somewhat-connected bases. So when Gem dropped by his base, a worried look and an even worried explanation about Pearl, the two hightailed it to Pearl’s alien base. Gem told him that she saw Pearl with glowing lines on her body and that she refused to leave her base after; that was two days ago. 

So there they were, patiently waiting for the moth-winged woman to open her door. Ten minutes had gone by and still no Pearl. Grian tried to peek into the first floor, the blackout curtains shielded the room from prying eyes and the light that tried to shine through. “Let me take a flyover real quick, maybe she’s in a different part of her base.”

“Okay, yeah,” Gem said. “I’ll stay here in case she opens the door.”

The wind blew Grian’s fringe out of his face as he shot upwards. Below him, he could see most of the base, all the bright blues of the mushrooms and purples of the plants that stood out against the bright green and orange of her terrain. The copper bridge connecting the two sides of the gorge glinted in the sun and nearly blinded him. He had to blink away the colorful spots it left behind in his vision. But as he glided through the man-made foliage, there was no sign of his sister/friend. There were no traces of a shulker monster (though Pearl was keen on being organized even while building) or the tale-tell signs that she’d been anywhere recently. 

“Didn’t find her,” Grian landed, slightly out of breath. 

“It’s fine, I’ve almost got the lock undone on her door,” Gem said. Hands poking and prodding at the keyhole to the door. 

“Are-Are you trying to pick her door?” 

“How else are we going to get in, hm?” Gem pressed her head against the blue fungus, listening for the faint click when the door unlocked. “Because I checked all her windows, they don’t open, and this is the only door to her mushroom tower. So it’s my way or no way. Aha!”

Inside was almost as devoid of life as the outside of Pearl’s base. 

Everything was as it had always been, though that couldn’t be said for the vases of flowers that decorated the room. Pearl’s books were lined up neatly on the bookshelves, pillows fluffed up on the couch, a stack of clean dishes in the kitchen, and the lingering smell of an azure bullet candle in the air. Just how Pearl liked it.

“Is she not home?” Gem asked searching for her on the cozy first floor.

“No,” Grian stepped closer to the stairs, eyes straining to see the source of light on the second floor, though he already knows the answer. “She’s here.” With quiet steps, they hesitantly made their way to Pearl’s room, the white light growing more prominent as they got closer. Gem turned her head to follow the streaks of purple that glowed on the walls, they moved up and down, ever so slightly. Where had those come from?

Gem nearly screamed, hand over heart as she backed up into Grian, eyes locked on the eye on the wall. “Gri-Grian.”

He followed where she was looking. An eye had opened on the wall, white sclera glowing nearly as bright as the light atop the stairs and a bright glowing pupil with the symbol he desperately tried to forget. Grian’s heart quickened. He stood frozen, staring at the eye that seemed to only look at him, and felt helpless as Gem was the one to drag him away. 

His feet felt heavy, they tripped on the stairs but he kept going. Now wasn’t about him, he can trauma dump on Mumbo or X later, most likely Mumbo, no one else knew of Grian’s history besides the mustached man and the girl he considered his sister. 

Grian ran up the stairs, Gem worriedly following behind, hoping that Pearl was safe, hoping that she wasn’t in her watcher form. That was going to be a difficult topic to talk about because it seemed his fears had been true.

In the back of the room, Pearl sat, legs up to her chest and head in her arms, quiet sobs leaving her. The lines Gem had described were what the two were following. They lit up the room and cast dark, distorted shadows over the floor behind them. A golden halo loomed over Pearl’s head, sharp purple crystals floating around the ring and dancing as Pearl cried, catching the light every so often to create the streaks Gem saw in the stairway. 

The oldest of the three stood frozen at the entryway, eyes glancing over the room and the eyes that sprouted to stare at them. Pearl’s wings were outstretched and dropped over the floor behind her, and Grian could barely see the pairs of eyes that had appeared there. He could see the black pupils move around as they tried to see something, anything. 

“Pearl?” Gem had stepped closer to Pearl, arms tucked close to her chest. “What…What’s wrong? What happened?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t even move to acknowledge her two guests, Pearl’s head was still tucked into her arms, as if she was trying to block out sound. 

Grian pushed Gem behind him, wary about how Pearl would react, “Mirina.” 

Pearl stopped shaking. Her hands balled into fists above her head and Grian knew that caught her attention. “Don’t…Ever…” Pearl spoke, her voice raspy from crying, but she snapped her head up in anger. Her eyes had lost the soft blue irises and instead were glowing the same brilliant white that glowed along her limbs. “Never say that name!” The lines along her body glowed brighter as if power was coursing through her in the outburst. More eyes popped up along the ceiling and walls, each one staring through Gem and Grian with a glare of hatred only a watcher would have. 

“Pearl, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Gem asked. Eyebrows furrowed with worry as Pearl covered her ears again.

“I–I keep hearing them! I can hear them!” Pearl cried trying to push her hands harder against her ears. “I don’t want to hear them! Make it stop! Make it stop!” More eyes sprouted along the walls, each one focusing on the three of them.

“Grian? What’s happening?” Gem asked. “What’s wrong with Pearl? What’s up with the eyes?!”

“Grab her arms before she hurts herself!” Grian finally moved from his spot. One arm prying one of Pearl’s before she hurts herself, “Gem! Hurry!” 

“No! NO!” Pearl screamed. “I don’t want to hear them! Make it stop!” Pearl strained against them, hands opening and closing as if she was trying to grasp onto a weapon that didn’t exist. “Xelqua! Stop it! I don’t want to hear them, please! Make it stop!”

Grian nearly faltered at the mention of his other name. It pulled at the eldritch being inside him, the one that began to act up when he saw the eye in the stairway, but he suppressed it further into the far reaches of his mind. He can talk to Mumbo about it later. Right now, Pearl was the main priority, he can deal with himself later. Grian struggled against Pearl’s arm, she was stronger in her watcher form, they all were, and he tried to keep her hand from closing. He didn’t want her to grab her weapon, then they’d all be in trouble. He looked around the room, maybe there was something they could use to knock her out. Yes, it was rude and a bad way to calm their friend down, but it was the only solution he had at the moment. 

“Gem! Over there, the flower pot!” Grian yelled over Pearl’s agonized screams. 

Gem took a quick look at what Grian was trying to show her. And there, a little bit further than an arm's reach away was a good-sized, heavy, flower pot. A bouquet of poppies drooped from the top but that was the least of her worries. “I–I can’t reach it!”

“I got Pearl! Let go and grab it!” Grian tugged hard on Pearl, dragging her closer to him and giving Gem a chance to grab the nearest ‘weapon.’

With a quick lunge, Gem took hold of the pot and swung it towards her friend. The now dead poppies splashed on the floor and the water soaked Pearl’s back when it made contact with the back of her head. Gem couldn’t see, but she could tell Pearl stopped screaming and she fell forwards. In an instant, the glowing lines had faded back into her skin, the eyes on the walls (and now ceiling and floor) blinked shut, retreating into the walls. The halo above her head faded back into non-existence, leaving the crystals to fall to the floor with a twinkling sound that echoed in the now-silent mushroom tower. 

Pearl fell against the jungle wood with a thump. Her eyes closed and her mind unconscious as the two moved her to the bed nearby. 

“Grian.” Gem tucked the blankets tighter against her friend before her hardened glare, though more worried than angry, meet Grian’s. “What the heck was that?! Why was Pearl all glowy? Why did she say ‘Xelqua’ or whatever?!” When the man in question tried to deter the conversation, Gem pressed her finger against his chest with a determination Grian couldn’t refute. “And you better answer because Pearl said she would and here we are! So start talking mister.”

Grian sighed, this was going to be a long story to tell.

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It was late afternoon when Grian finished telling Gem, and Gem, she was so patient with him. She sat there and waited, comforted, and kept him on track as he retold his and Pearl’s story. Every time Grian had to pause, had to recollect himself, she didn’t push. Gem just sat there and rested her hand on Grian’s shoulder, letting him know someone was there and that he was safe. They didn’t even notice when Pearl woke up, only turning to her when she began her side, her time with Lady Irene, and the life she lived beneath the goddess. 

He wasn’t prepared for a trauma dump that was for sure.

When he told Mumbo what happened to him, Grian had given himself a few days to collect his thoughts, to gather the bits and pieces of his past life he wanted to share. He didn’t want Mumbo to know the full story. Didn’t want to burden him with his past when Mumbo was just barely getting over his. It was nearly the same reason Grian didn’t tell Xisuma.

The Grian that Xisuma knew was a happy-go-lucky guy that loved to be a menace to the world, and whose pranks would bring smiles and laughter to the victims. That Grian was mischievous to release the pent-up magic that wanted a release, a way to satisfy that burning feeling that was left unattended. That Grian was charming and charismatic to those around him that people would naturally gravitate to him, and one of those people was the admin himself.

They were good friends, though that could be said with anyone on the server, everyone knew that they wanted to be more than friends. The end of season six had tension so thick, Grian could’ve cut it with his sword in hindsight, and it wasn’t until the turf war of season seven that they finally confessed their attraction to each other. And my was that a relief off of Grian’s shoulders. 

No longer did he have to stare from afar. No longer did he have to rant to his friends about what the admin had done that day with him (and if you had asked Scar, Mumbo, or Iskall their opinions, they would’ve walked away.) 

But as the days passed, as more happy moments passed between them, Grian couldn’t bring himself to tell Xisuma about his days as a watcher, about the server he was once admin of–about the lives he’s ended with his own hands.

Grian had built a wall so high that something catastrophic was the only thing able to bring it crashing down. 

And there, sitting between the admin and one of his best friends, a head of curly golden hair Grian could recognize anywhere. “Tommy?”

At the sound of his name, the teen turned his head to Grian. Blue eyes met brown as the younger stood from his seat. He was just like Grian remembered, though the child now stood at least a head above him. With bright eyes and rosy cheeks, his mouth hung open in bewilderment as he stepped closer.

“Is that you?” Grian asked when he was just a few blocks away from him. He didn’t want to believe he was here, didn't want to let his head play tricks on his heart. Grian thought he was past hearing Tommy’s laugh, only for it to be his mind playing tricks on him. But when Tommy latched on to him–gangly arms he still has yet to control properly wrapped around his shoulders, head buried in Grian’s neck like he used to when he was a child–Grian knew this was real. His nephew, nearly son, was here. He wasn’t dreaming. 

It pained Grian to pull away from the hug, but questions sprang in his head that pounded for answers. “Tommy, how are you here?”

“I’ve been here for almost three weeks,” Tommy said and turned back to the admin. “You didn’t tell anyone about me being here?”

“I wanted to make sure your connection to the server was stable and you weren’t a glitched player,” Xisuma answered. “I had only figured out magic was what let you into the server the other day, whose magic is still a big question left unanswered.”

“Wait–magic?” Grian said. 

“X said it could be an admin’s magic,” Tommy stood to the side.

“It could yes,” X looked around. “But there’s a higher possibility that it was a deity of some sort or a watcher, they’re the only ones whose magic is strong enough to create portals like the one you came through.” Xisuma brought his hand up to his chin, “But that still doesn’t explain where the injuries you three sustained when Tommy first came here.”

Iskall looked at the statue at the back of the room that Grian didn’t notice when he first stepped in, but how could he not notice it? It was a pristine white and towered over the room and gave off Irene vibes that clashed with the magic Kristin gave him. The lime green-wearing man closed his eyes and rubbed his face, “Ugh, Xelqua help us all.”

“Indeed,” Xisuma pulled out his admin panel and typed furiously on a screen none of them could see.

Grian’s head snapped to his friend and then lover. Why had they said that? What did they know? Why did it put him on edge? “What?”

“Huh?” Iskall turned to Grian. 

Stress turned in her seat, facing the avian that joined their group late. “Hold on–Grian? How do you know Tommy?”

The hermits looked at him, expectant of an answer. It was a good question, Grian had no doubts about that, which needed a good answer, one that would involve revealing his watcher origin story. And he did not want to talk about that, at least not right now. He saw the way they were looking at him, their eyes boring holes in him as he looked for a good enough excuse. But he knows that if he makes up a false story Tommy would call him out. “I–uh, uhm,” Grian stammered. 

“He’s my uncle,” Tommy answered. 

“Like the one in your story?” Xisuma asked, the admin panel forgotten as it flickered back into nothingness. Grian could tell he was connecting the dots, Doc too, the two of them were too smart for their own good. “The one that got taken by the watcher?”  The admin looked between the two red-clad blondes. “The admin, your uncle that was magicked away by the watchers was Grian?” 

“Grian, are you a watcher?” Doc finally spoke, the question no one dared to ask but wanted the answer to desperately.  Grian couldn’t answer. He had already told one person today and that was enough, but here he stood the attention on him, five pairs of eyes waiting for him to speak. “You are, aren’t you?”

Their expectant gazes were too much for him. Each one leaned forward as if Grian was about to spew the answer faster, but it didn’t. If anything it pressured him even more to flee, which was a good-looking option at the moment. “I-I…Uhm.” Maybe one-day Grian would tell the hermits, let them know about all the trauma that the watchers placed upon Pearl and Grian. Tell them how many players and gods were slain by his hands because of ‘fate’ and ‘the natural order for his goddess. But today was not that day.

Grian took a step back and fired a rocket, leaving the small group behind, leaving his nephew behind. 

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Finally! Tommy and Grian meet! Let me know what you guys think, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Spiderverse was good it was sooooo good I will never be able to think about anything else again I'm gonna see it again next week

The whole thing being Miles told he's the original anomaly, that he never should have existed feels like a deliberate call out of all the people who've hated him since his inception and their bullshit

The entire through line of the unsustainablity of maintaining two half lives and hiding who you are. And then DRAPING Gwen in the trans flag while she confronts that gives it such an beautiful layer of metaphor

The other side of that through line being "you have to chose either or - No, I chose both" would go great with some bisexuality on top

So many of the emotional moments were legitimately gut wrenching. Gwen's dad shooting at her and still trying to arrest her even after learning it was her (and if we're treating this as a trans metaphor the forced outting, and her being proven right that it wasn't safe to come out to him) made my stomach drop

Spider Trex! They included Spider Trex!!!!

I think the only Spider who was suspiciously missing was Cindy, but that makes sense given the whole "What happened to the original spider" plot reveal. I wonder how they'll work her in to the SpiderWomen movie

They kept his dad's name change from the comics!

The animation!!!!!!!! God I cannot wait for all the gifs so I can lovingly pour over every single second and detail and line choice of this movie

Also the small references and nod backs to details of the first movie. The glass breaking when Miles jumps off the train after overcoming an army of Spiders. The getting haphazardly tied to a punching bag. BAGEL GUY BECAME IMPORTANT. The comic covers. Miles recounting his own narration from the first movie

Speaking of! Did I miss it or did Miguel not get a comic cover?

The sheer cacophony of snarky jokes when there's a high density of Spideys

I've said before that the MCU misusing the universe number designation and just stealing the most visible one is a peak example of how they don’t actually care about or respect the medium or creators they're profiting from. And this movie properly using them AND referencing the MCU universe with the proper number feels like the perfect cap to that example

Ooooo they went for evil alternate universe Miles! :O Can genuinely say I was not expecting them to pull from that plotline

Oooooh my god that ending. I can't think of another movie I've ever seen that ends on such a cliffhanger. I am SO excited for when we get to binge all three in one go

Everyone is so right to be obsessing over Hobie Brown

In short: THAT'S MY SON. LOOK AT MY SON ACADEMY AWARD WINNER MILES MORALES. HE DESERVES ALL THE AWARDS.

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spiderverse thots

THEY PUT THEIR WHOLE PUSSY AND BALLS INTO THIS? THE ANIMATION MADE MY MOUTH DROP OPEN FOR LIKE HALF THE MOVIE

IT WAS SO FUNNY ? GENUINELY MADE ME GIGGLE SO MUCH

the music always fucking slapped. love how they matched each song so purposefully to the scene in the genre of music (rap, rnb, latin pop, reggaeton etc), tone of the music, and the lyrics of the music (when applicable)

LOVE THAT IT OPENED WITH GWEN...i literally didnt care about her in spiderverse one and she didnt really have a role beyond cool love interest and friend so it was so nice to see her get her own storyline and moments. holyyy shit was it cool. and that she had her own moments of flaws and doubts godddd it humanized her so much and made her so likeable.

THE FIRST MINI VILLAIN MADE ME FUCKING LOSEEEE IT WHAT THE FUCK THE CONCEPT OF A LEONARDO DAVINCI VILLAIN ANIMATED LIKE NOTES FROM HIS NOTEBOOKS IS SO FUCKING COOL!!! WHAT THE HELL IT WAS SO COOL

AND THAT FIRST FIGHT SCENE IN GENERAL?? the fact that it occurs in the guggenheim and opens on a conversation about art and our relationship to it and challenging assumptions about art (”you call this art?” “youre reacting to it, arent you?”) in a movie that clearly cares so much about art in all its forms and whose mc is an artist himself GODDDD

AND THEN THAT THIS MAKES A COMEBACK IN GWENS LATER SCENES WITH HER DAD????? THAT THEY USE “MODERN ART” TECHNIQUES TO CONVEY THE SCENE, SHOWING US ECACTLY HOW IMPACTFUL IT CAN BE. GOD. GOD. LOSING IT. HOLY SHIT.

and like. i could be mistaken but gwens home universe was also animated uniquely. it was painted, i want to say like. impressionistic? if thats true, thats a more traditional, accepted painting style that is broken in a climactic scene by the modern style and to have a modern style be used instead of a more established style at the turning point in these characters relationship and plot where one is needing to make a radical change to himself to mend their relationship is so fucking insane insane insane its so art

I NEED. A WHOLE OTHER POST ABOUT THE ANIMATION TECHNIQUES BECAUSE LIKE. WHAT THE FUCK. WAHT THE FUCK

it was. so. it was so . beautiful. creative and ecpressive and gorgeous and meaningful and appropriate

the number of plots this movie juggled is also so impressive to me. like lets count

gwen falling out with her dad about her secret identity

subplot an awkward but surprisingly effective undercurrent grappling with acab wrt gwens dad ??

gwen joining the spiderverses with miguel etc as a last resort

gwen and her mentor relationship with jessica drew an older spiderwoman

gwen and love triangle between miles and hobie

hobie as an entity. also hobie insurrection against miguel

miguels vendetta against breaking canon

miles future and wanting to tell his secret to his parents

miles falling out with his parents and the role of family and trust and growing pains

THE SPOT? THE LITERAL ACTUAL ANTAGONIST

and he had so many layers too. like. comedy arc. oh shit this is getting serious arc. causing chaos peripherally arc. foreshadowing arc

NOT A PLOT POINT BUT THE HOLES JOKES KILLED ME

concept of the spiderverse and miguels insane hub

EVERY NEW SPIDEY?

pavitr. oh my god. pavitr. hes So. they gave him such presence in the story despite having not much happening plot wise like. i just. its amazing. the fact that pavitr lives in fucking. mumbattan.

miles’ break in trust with his friends around being a “non-canon anomaly” and it tying back to his plot with his mom and belonging and his identity

THIS CULMINATING IN THE CLIFFHANGER OF THE CENTURY? BY FUCKING. DISTILLING THE CONFLICT BY. MAKING MILES LITERALLY CONFRONT HIMSELF IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE. CLASSIC. TIMELESS. BEAUTIFULLY DONE. WONDERFULYL CRAFTED

LIKE. ITS NOT A NEW IDEA. BUT THE WAY THEY METICULOUSLY BUILT UP TO THE SCENE IN MACRO AND MICRO IS SO. SO. DELICIOUS

the main question from the opening conflict scene where miles is juggling his school life with his superhero life is “who is miles morales when he is not spiderman?” or a close second of “who is spiderman?” and its so crazy that they spent that whole movie going through it normal and even having a great climactic moment of truth and discovery (though with room for more) and then were like “sike ! nows the real challenge. weve put you in a universe where you never got your superpowers and are actually a villain. an actual “non-canon” as it gets universe. good luck grappling with that !” LIKE AUUUUURURURR

SORRY ITS JUST. THATS SO EXACTLY WHAT MULTIVERSE IS MEANT FOR

also not plots but im so impressed with the pacing and airtime for each of the characters when there were so many of them. i feel like they got so good at balancing the storylines it was insane insane isnane

FUCK I FORGOT BUT GWEN TRANS? GWEN TRANS? GWEN LITERALLY TRANS ? THE TRANS FLAG DURING THE EMOTIONAL SCENE WITH HER DAD ? AND APPARENTLY OTHER EASTER EGGS INCLUDING LITERAL TRANS FLAG IN HER ROOM THAT SAYS “PROTECT TRANS KIDS” HELP

they cared so much about their movie. the details in everything was so. waugh. research went into this movie

the gags were so funny. already said but im thinking about it again.

THE. THE NODS TO REAL SPIDERMAN HISTORY. ITS SO. OH YEAH WE NEED TO DISCUSS THE MAIN PLOT

SO. CANON EVENTS HUH

literally so funny that they chose such a fandom rotted idea and comics rotted fan idea as the main conflict. the idea that everything canon is sacrosanct

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The Heart Of The Spiders 🕸 | No Way Home Series Outtake

Contains major spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

Quiet As A Cat series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Spider-Man x female!Reader /Black Cat (Romantic) , Andrew!Spider-Man (Platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Spider-Man (Platonic), Michele Jones-Watson x Tom!Peter Parker, Emma!SpiderVerse Gwen Stacy x (slight) TAMS!Peter Parker.

Content warnings: lots of fluff, slight angst. Mentions of Earth-616 & Earth-65. Profanity, flirtatious banter, and mentions of character death. Slight canon divergence & spoilers for SMNWH. Descriptions of violence and blood. | Female reader (she/her) | about 2k-3k words.

Premise: Michele Jones had one important job, keep the ritual box safe and away from the multiversal villains. While the three Spider-Mans are off being the hero, MJ takes her chance to flee the lab in hopes of finding a safe place for the box when Ned fails to close the portal. They get separated in the school and to the teenagers surprise, she comes face-to-face with two other worldly visitors—who are quite familiar with Peter Parker themselves. Three is the magic number after all, even for the heart of Spider-Man.

Note: hi friends! I have a very special outtake to my first Tobey!Spider-Man x Black Cat!reader series! This outtake is basically something that could’ve happened but didn’t therefore there will not be more parts involving this. I would’ve just made a miniseries if I wanted to do that (maybe in the future though). Just pretend everything that happened with Connors and Max took longer than it did in the film😂 To make it easier, the first two parts of the series are still the same—as are the eventual prequel and the sequel. The only difference if this outtake happened would be the last three parts of ‘Quiet As A Cat. I thought this would be fun linking all the comic book loves of Peter together. Hope you like it!

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“A-and that is a lizard—on shit!!” MJs was pulling Ned away from the portal when the giant creature was racing toward them. Ned was unable to close the portal linking the high school to the Liberty Island—they should’ve known things would go sideways. They ran away screaming Mj holding the relic close to her as Connors chased after with their Peter flinging onto his back.

“Run!” The teen screamed, pushing the mad scientist into a wall. MJ threw the box at Ned, seeing him catch it and went to charge forward but the two fighting got in her way. “Connors, stop!” Yelping, the girl spun around and raced out the door of the lab into the hallway.

Her feet pounded against the ground, echoing in the silent corridor as she ran as fast as she could away from the lab. She didn’t know if Connors saw her hand the box to Ned or if thought MJ still had it, but she didn’t take any chances. Turning the corridor as the sounds of chaos continued to fill her ears, MJ speed down the steps to the lower level of the school.

When she got to the opposite end—not hearing any sign she had been followed, MJ leaned against the lockers out of breath. Sweat coated her forehead, the girl bringing her sleeve up to wipe the moisture away. Her ankle was burning, more than likely a little sprained because of how fast she had turned to corner.

“Oww,” she moaned, before covering her mouth. MJ felt her heart quicken, waiting for the sound of Connors. But there was nothing. She listened closely—trying to see if there was any indication she wasn’t alone in the school and again was met with silence.

Quiet and carefully, MJ tiptoed her way back to the upper level of the school and to the lab. She didn’t hear Peter nor the loud roar of Connors, and felt it was safe to enter. When she opened the door, MJs shoulders dropped in defeat no longer seeing the bright orange glow of the portal.

It was gone—having closed after Peter got Connors out of the lab and away from the teens.

Now MJ was stranded at the high school while her boyfriend, best friend, and alternate versions of Peter were on Liberty Island. The lab was destroyed and she didn’t have the sling ring like Ned to conjure a doorway for her. The girl was at a loss.

“Now what am I going to do?” She wondered aloud, feeling the frown make its way on her face.

A giggle echoing in the what she thought was an empty hallway save for her had chills on MJs spine. The teen froze, now aware of the footsteps approaching at the opposite end of where she stood.

And it wasn’t just one pair of footsteps.

Nerves filled her veins, hands shaking on the door handle when the clacking of boots on the tile got louder. MJ slowly backed away from the lab, letting her hand fall to her side as she made her way to the middle of the hall so she could face the potential threats.

The girl was unsure if they were from her world, but after the days events she doubted they were. They had to be visitors.

There, at the end of the hallway stood two darkened silhouettes—their faces hidden from MJs vision. One looked taller than the other, obviously wearing some kind of boot judging by the clacking of the heel against the tiled floor. MJ couldn’t see their faces yet, the light of the moon behind them reflected off so all she saw was their outline.

They were walking side by side with only an arms length between them. Both were instep, slowly walking toward the girl with straightened postures. It definitely caused MJs nerves to heighten. Even without seeing their face the teen was highly intimidated.

“Looks like little spiders right hand gal is stuck in a pickle. Whatever will she do?”

MJ heard a woman tease her, the sound coming from the taller of the two. It was feather like yet mature, like she was older than the unknown figure. MJ could see them approaching a lit area and soon they would be revealed to her.

“Now, now,” the other voice—who also was a woman, scolded. “She’s just a kid. Be easy on her.”

“Don’t come any closer,” MJ warned, keeping her voice steady. “I know karate!!”

First their feet hit the light—MJs eyes falling to a black boot on the figure on the left, and a turquoise shoe from the one on the right. As the rest of their body appeared to MJ she saw their outfits were matching the foot attire they wore. The woman in Black was the first to meet her eye, adorning a black skin tight equipped catsuit with a matching tiny mask framing her sparkling y/e/c eyes. There was a bit of aging to her features, but she still was stunningly beautiful with her blinding white hair that reflected off the light around her. The lipstick she wore was blood red—teeth as white as her hair.

If the teen had to guess she was probably in her early forties. Her body was mature-like and had curves which were enhanced by the tightness of the leather suit.

MJ felt something familiar about this woman, like she had already had some sense of who she was but couldn’t put a name to her tongue.

Letting her attention fall on the woman in white who appeared way younger than her companion. MJs eyes dawned in confusion seeing her white, black and pink spandex suit that looked awfully similar to her boyfriends Spider-Man one. The suit overall was white at the top with black on the bottom and pink webbed detailing. It had a hood attached to the top, and there was a white mask in her hand with the same pink outline around the eyes. Looking at her facial features, MJ met bright blue eyes and yellow blonde hair. She even had a eyebrow piercing and cut to the hair of it.

“W-what the?” The teen pointed at them, backing away when they stepped closer. “Who the hell are you two?” Her other hand raised like she was ready to fight them.

It only humored the older woman. “Awe you’re too cute!” She laughed causing the teen to deflate. There was a light hum to her tone, “Oh if only the MJ back home was like you. Maybe her and I would get along.”

Now that had the girl become bewildered. The woman’s attention turned to the blonde, “Tell me, is Watson like this for you—I’ll totally be envious if she is. I’m so used to the redhead screaming I almost didn’t believe she,” she nodded to MJ with hands on her hips, “—could be her of this world.”

“Eh, can’t agree nor disagree,” the woman replied with a laugh, “MJ and I are friends and band mates. We get along, but have our moments—unlike the version of you I’m used to. We don’t really go like peas in a pod.”

“Shame,” there was a sigh, “We could’ve been quite the trio. People always say three is the magic number, but unfortunately I had to get stuck with versions of you two who I couldn’t stand.”

“You said you could tolerate me though.”

“Touché.”

So they were from another world. It was so obvious, especially the one dressed like she was Spider-Man. “MJ back home? You’re not from here?” MJ looked between them, “Either of you?”

“Isn’t it kinda obvious,” the white suited lady chuckled, “we kinda look out of place.”

“Hey!” Her companion huffed in offense, “speak for yourself, Spidey-gal. I think we blend in just fine—don’t you think? This world is used to heroes in spandex and righteousness.”

“I don’t think your history from what you told me earlier would make it well here, Kitty-Cat.”

“Well yeah—but I can always try.”

“Who are you two?” MJ interrupted before they could continue any further. Both the woman turned back to her, one smirking and the other with a kind smile.

“I’m Gwen,” The blonde introduced, “Gwen Stacy.”

All the life had nearly drained from MJ as her eyes became saucers—remembering the taller Peters words from earlier that night on the roof. He had lost someone named Gwen. Who was his ‘MJ’. But here she was standing before her! “B-but—,” She tried to say, “But Peter—the other Peter said you—.”

“I’m not her,” the smile from Gwen fell slightly, causing MJ to become silent. She waited for the blonde to explain. “I’m not his Gwen—I’m not even from his past.” Her hand gripped the mask in her hand, feeling the sadness lurk as she spoke, “I’m from another universe. A world where I was the one bitten by the spider instead of Peter. I became Spider-Woman of my world—and took on the mantle as its friendly neighborhood crime fighting vigilante. Got me in some trouble when your dad is the chief of police,” she laughed, though there was hint of pain in it.

MJ frowned when Gwen gave her a sad look. “My Peter—who was my first love—he became my worlds Lizard instead of Dr. Connors.” The teen gasped lightly, stealing a glance at the older woman who also appeared saddened by Gwens words. “Peter was a good man and I loved him, b-but after being bullied for so long and becoming obsessed with the idea of revenge,” she paused once more to lick her lip, MJ noticing the slight gloss to her eyes. “—Peter just couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to stop him, but I failed. And I lost him.”

“I’m so sorry,” MJ whispered, but the sound carried in the quiet hallway. “I-I can’t even imagine—.”

“I’ve come to accept it,” Gwen said softly while shaking her head. “It’s been a long time—and I know he’d want to me to carry on. The last thing he told me was he wanted to be special like me. So I live everyday trying to do better, for him.”

MJ saw the older woman give a comforting pat to Gwens shoulder. The gesture made her assume Gwen had already told her when they first met—which had to have been that day. The two shared a smile, MJ mirroring when Gwen looked at her.

“And you?” MJ then asked the older woman, seeing her arm fall back to her side.

Instead of the cheeky smirk she had been giving the entire night, MJ was surprised when it shifted to grin—a wink being sent her way. “The names Y/n L/n, but you might know me as the Black Cat. After all I heard my husband telling you a bit about our history not too long ago.”

A choked gasp had MJ coughing. The two women becoming concerned with Gwen reaching forward when the teen leaned forward. “S-sorry,” she caught her breath, coughing again. “I’m so sorry, I—I wasn’t expecting that.”

“What?” Y/n teased, “He said it was complicated but we made it work didn’t he?”

“Well yeah,” MJ huffed, clearing her throat. “—b-but you know what it’s not important right now.” MJ looked between them, remembering what was happening over on the island. “We gotta get to Liberty Island. And fast.”

“We can do fast,” Gwen smirked, Y/n doing the same—although she had lifted her brow at the teen.

“Dressed like that? You’re going to go into battle in casual clothing? Where’s your suit?” MJ was taken aback, looking at her clothes to see what was wrong with them. She didn’t have a ‘suit.’ The teen was not a superhero like her boyfriend, and surely not like his alternate counterparts partners.

“I-I don’t—I don’t have one. I’m not a superhero like you guys or Peter.”

“I wouldn’t call me a hero, kid,” Y/n laughed at MJs confused look. “My record would surely oppose that. I prefer the term ‘antihero.’” Beside her, Gwen rolled her eyes.

“Now’s not the time to get technical, Y/n. We got more important things at the moment.”

“And letting her fight multiversal villains dressed like she’s ready for biology class is not?”

Gwen gave a huff and warning look to the former criminal, “It’s not like we can just make her a suit right now, Y/n. This school won’t have the materials. And time is ticking.”

MJ saw the wicked glint in Y/ns eye. Mischief pooled in them before she smirked at the vigilante. “Who said anything about making one, lady spider?”

Y/n was right about not making a suit in such short notice. She didn’t however say anything about stealing.

The Black Cat ignored the anxious and disapproving looks she received from MJ and Gwen as she shattered the window of a clothing store. “You know this goes against everything I stand for,” Gwen scolded, keeping watch for any cops while Y/n did god knows what in the store.

There was a laugh by the former cat-burglar, followed by, “Oh relax, lady spider, no one will see. How do think I managed to snag this get up? I don’t carry my suit on me anymore now that I have other responsibilities since putting my breaking and entering ways in the past.”

“Just make it quick please,” MJ pleaded, hearing the lighting storm Max Dillon was causing. She was still feeling the rush from swinging through the air on Gwens back—the two dropping to the ground suddenly when Y/n took a detour not too far from the Island.

“I got it—I got it,” Y/n hopped out of the window. The two could see a long black material with red outlining the sides and top. “Here you go.” MJ caught the suit when Y/n tossed it, holding it out so she could fully see it. The red was the same color as Peters suit, making it stand out against the black leather. It had a similar patter to Y/ns when she gave it a second glance.

“Well don’t just stand there, little Watson,” Y/n clapped her hands, making MJ jump. “We’re on the clock. Get dressed!” MJ hurried into the store with the two stayed as look outs. MJ changed in a rapid pace, cursing when it took her a second to zip the back of the suit and tied on the combat boots Y/n had given her.

“There,” she turned to the mirror, raising her brow when she saw her reflection. “O-oh wow.” MJ adjusted the collar, fiddling with the fingerless gloves that came with it. With one last nod of approval, she gathered her clothes and raced out of the store. “Okay I’m ready.”

The two women turned around, both eyes widening when they saw the teen. It was enough to make heat rise in MJ—the girl shifting on her feet.

“Not bad, Watson,” Y/n complimented with a smirk, “of course you were in good hands—curtesy of yours truly.”

“She’s right, you look great.” Gwen smiled, making MJ do the same. Gwen showed her where to hide her clothes—telling her she could come back for them after, but before they could take off Y/n stopped them.

“Ah-ah-ah.” She tsked, holding up a black mask with red detailing with her finger. “What’s an anonymous superhero without their trusty mask. Defeats the whole purpose without it don’t ya think?”

MJs mount formed an ‘o’ taking the mask from the woman. “But—but I’m not a superhero,” she said with a frown before making eye contact with Y/n.

The Black Cat just raised a brow, that same glint from earlier painted her expression. “So?” Y/n took the mask and placed it over the teenagers face, the material falling just under her eyes so it covered the bottom half and her neck. “Why not start now? You gonna let the boys do all the saving—or you ready to join the big girls?”

The wind soared through MJs hair, hitting her face as the three swung over the Hudson River to Liberty Island. MJ was holding tightly to Gwens back, holding her breath each time they descended until finally she felt her feet hit the ground.

They could hear the chaos unfolding from above. Max was currently holding the alternate version of Peter in his voltage—the man screaming from the pain he was experiencing. Y/n let her eyes drift and saw her husband perched on the construction tower nearby—ready to charge at Max.

“Time to get to work, ladies. Our boys need us.”

Though the Peter being held by Max was not Gwens Peter, she still cared for him. He looked exactly like her lost love and she was going to do anything to protect him. MJ could see her Peter had successfully cured Dr. Connors. The young vigilante was there for support as the doctor slowly felt the scales leave his body—human flesh taking over.

“Ready?” The two heard Y/n say.

All three shared a look, determination behind their gaze. “Let’s do this.”

All three shot up to the top pole of the scaffold. Gwen with her webs, Y/n and MJ with a grappling hook. The older woman had given the teenager one of her spares attached to her since she had put one under each of her sleeves. MJ had a small lesson on how to use it before they took off from the department store—now it was time to put that knowledge to use.

A shriek left her when she was pulled off the ground after the hook mounted. The rope had immediately began to retract and MJ was soaring through the air, holding tightly to the handle of the gun. “O-Oh God!!”

“Hang tight, Watson!”

“We’re almost there,” Gwen called out, “stick your feet out in three…two…now!”

MJ did as told, feeling her feet land on the tiling of the scaffold. The girl stumbling a bit with the last piece of the rope retracted and the hook unattached from the pole. A frantic breath left her, Y/n reaching over to pat her assuringly before pushing her toward where Gwen took off to. “Don’t think just act—we’ll protect you, MJ.”

It was the first time Y/n had said her name. Some comfort filled her and the teen nodded—putting the hook gun on her waistband and running along side Y/n in the direction of Max. By bow he had both Peters in his hold—the cure falling from the older ones hands.

Adrenaline filled the three, especially the teen who had never put herself in the front lines like this. That was her boyfriends nature—she liked to work behind the scenes.

Max was too powerful and it scared MJ. If she was hit by a bolt there’s no saying if it will kill her. She didn’t have abilities like everyone else—no super strength or agility. She was human.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a hero.

Following Y/n and Gwens lead, MJ stayed close to the older of two. Gwen had swung to the side of the stature, passing straight by Max and the Spider-Mans which had them all in a shocked dazed. “What the hell?!” Max said surprised, not losing his grip on the Peters.

Y/n used the distraction to her advantage, “Stay here and wait for my signal. Get your hook ready.” MJ unlatched the gun, moving to the side away from Maxs view while Y/n got down low and crawled toward the cure. She did a front walkover when she got close enough, her hand taking it and throwing it to MJ—who caught it in her hands.

Y/n didn’t even notice her husband had seen the whole thing—his eyes in horror under his mask. The man knew she was also pulled in to the alternate universe from what the younger Peter had told him, but she had yet to make her appearance.

Of course her timing would be now.

“Y/n,” he hissed under his breath when he saw Maxs attention was still on the masked person in a spider suit. “Y/n what are you doing?!” He didn’t see who she threw the cure to, the angle he was at made it impossible.

Y/n faced her husband, brining her finger to her lips to shush him. She mouthed, ‘trust me—trust us.’ He didn’t know who she meant by ‘us,’ but her gesture to the white suited figure made him guess it was them and whoever was out of sight of vision.

Spinning around, Y/n jumped on one of the construction railings by the edge. Her hands and feet climbed her up until she perched on the crane a few feet from Max. When his back was to her, Y/n focused on altering the probability field around him. There was a tingling in her palms—a sign it was working and a smirk made it’s way seeing his yellow voltage flicker.

“What the hell?” He said when his bolt at Gwen didn’t reach her—stopping mid-air. He tried again, but the same thing happened. Gwen took the opportunity to shot a web at his face, blinding him so Y/n could get closer without him seeing her. She also webbed his arms away from each other to prevent Max from pulling the web away.

Y/n crawled fast on the crane, getting very close to Max. It which sparked dread in her Peter, not liking her only feet away from the man. Y/n nodded to Gwen causing the Spider-Woman to shoot more webs at Max. It made him angry. “What the hell is this? Stop!”

Now Y/n could really use put her gift to full power. She focused hard, eyes narrowing in determination watching the bolts spark and flicker until they were barely bright with electricity. The man lost his hold over the Peters, the two landing on the scaffold below. Max still had the power, but as long as Y/n kept her eyes on him then his voltage would not be high.

It will give them the right amount of time.

“Gwen now!” The name had Peter (3) frozen still, his head snapping at the masked vigilante swinging from the side of the crown to where the white haired woman sat.

It was Gwen—but not his Gwen. No. This was Gwen from another universe. And she was like him.

Both the Peters were stunned, but no more than Peter 3 as he watched the alternate version of his love swing towards Max and remove the arc reactor from his chest. It landed on the scaffold, away from Max—Gwen swinging away before he could try to electrocute her. Gwen landed beside Y/n, who he’d already seen earlier in the night when she surprised him by being outside the window of the school. He wondered if Gwen was with her the entire time.

Y/n continued to distort Maxs probability field—though he was already feeling the energy leave him not having the power source. The woman shouted to the girl below, “Do it, MJ!” The girl took off in a ran, unaware Peter 1 had entered the scene and was watching several feet away. At the sound of his girlfriends name, he had stopped running—eyes in panic when they landed on a figure running toward Max.

‘What the hell?’ He thought. Was that his MJ? The one he lost sight off after dealing with Connors? Her face was covered by the mask she wore, but her hair was visible making his stomach drop.

MJ with a leap of faith, pulled the trigger of the grappling gun toward the top of the crane hovering above Max. Her feet lifted off the ground, soaring her in the sky with the cure in her hand. Gwen took a stance like she was ready to jump in if anything happened, holding onto the side of the crane beside Y/n.

All eyes were on the teenage. The gun handle held tightly in one hand while the cure was in the other. Closer and closer she got to Max and eventually her hand was pushing the cure into his chest. Just at the right moment before being pulled up the rest of the way.

Gwen and Y/n were cheering—punching their fist in the air as the cure took and Max was drained of all energy. “Yeah! Good job, MJ!” “Girl power, baby! There you go!”

A wide grin painted MJs face beneath her mask, a laugh leaving her when the rope retracted and she caught herself on the top of the crane. She held on tightly, sitting carefully while the two woman crawled up to her.

“Holy shit,” MJ laughed, high-fiving them each. “I can’t believe I did it!” They both patted her on the back, beaming in delight. Y/n sent a wink again to her.

“Told you it’s never to late to be a hero. You don’t need special talents to be one. Just this,” she tapped MJs temple before bringing her finger to where her heart laid. “And this.”

“You did amazing!” Gwen cheered, glancing to where Max had now fallen to the level of the scaffold—the alternate version of her Peter with him. Y/n glanced too, noticing now Doctor Octavius had joined. In his hands was the arc reactor, and Y/n saw her husband drop in front of him—the sight of them reuniting bringing a smile to her face.

Y/n returned her gaze to the two, the smile still on her lips. “I think it’s time we get reacquainted with our spiders. Yeah?” MJ and Gwen became nervous, glancing to see all three Spider-Mans were close together and looking up at them with their masks removed. The only one who didn’t look completely surprised was the oldest in the bunch.

In fact he just looked like he should’ve expected it.

It made Y/n laugh, adjusting herself so she could let go of the crane. The wind hit her as she fell, but her arm went out to shoot the grappling hook beneath her sleeve. It mounted on the pole above where she wanted to swing and Y/n landed in a cat-like position on the floorboard.

“Hey, Spider-stud.”

“Good to see you too, trouble.”

She bit her lip, though he could still see the smirk when Y/n stood up—straightening her posture with her head high. “Thought you boys could use a little help—or should I say ‘bad luck’ to sparky boy over there.”

“I see that,” he commented, gesturing to where Gwen and MJ were still perched on the crane. “And you made some new friends.”

Y/n winked at him, nodding at the other two Spider-Mans. “As did you, playboy.” Her eyes connected with the taller Peter first, “Sorry for the scare earlier, Spidey. I like to play, he knows that.” She laughed when she saw his face flush red. Then Y/n looked at the younger Peter, who was still processing everything that just happened. “Little spider, I told you we’d meet again.”

“Hi—Hi,” he stuttered out with a shy wave.

“Apologies again for what happened this morning, bad luck tends to leave a trail behind me. It wasn’t personal.” Another giggle left her when the boy also became flustered. Her husband tsked at her to not tease which made her pout at him. “Fineee, ugh. Anyway, Spiders, let me introduce you to my new friends—although you’re already familiar with one, or both I should say in some way.”

Making a gesture of a mock bow with her foot kicked behind her, Y/n heard Gwen swing from the crane and land beside her—MJ on her back. Standing straight again, Y/n watched MJ jump off Gwen and stand in between them.

It was quite the site. Y/n, MJ, and Gwen all standing in front of Peter 2, 1, & 3 so they were face to face with each other.

“You boys already know MJ,” Y/n smirked, nudging the teen with her shoulder. Hesitantly but with an encouraging nod from Y/n, MJ removed the black and red mask from her face, pushing down to uncover the bottom half.

Yeah her boyfriend nearly shit his pants. “M-MJ? W-what,” he lifted his hands slightly as the shock coated his expression. “Wh-when did this happen?”

“Your girl ended up being trapped at the school after your little endeavor with Connors,” Y/n explained. “We happened to be there keeping watch her and Ned.”

“Yeah,” MJ shuffled on her feet, feeling the heat pool within her. “We-we kinda ran into each other.” Peter (1)s jaw was still below his chin almost.

“H-how did you get that suit?”

Y/n raised her brow at the boy, “What you don’t like it, little spider?”

“I-I didn’t say that,” he defended, blushing bright red and unable to meet MJs eye. It only made her more flustered. “You look—you look amazing. Really-wow I—dah uh.” He stuttered out and MJ couldn’t help the shy smile. Y/n smirked seeing the two and winked at her husband when she saw the knowing look he was giving her.

She couldn’t hide anything from him. Not after eighteen years together and nearly ten being married.

“You’ll have to step it up, little spider,” she teased the vigilante, “MJ here might just give you a run for your money.” MJ smiled when Y/n patted her back gently, giving her a look of thanks.

“And who’s this?” Peter 2 motioned to Gwen still in her masked, who stiffened at being called out. She wasn’t the only one. Peter 3 also froze—his eyes trailing to her full of emotion.

Gwen felt everyone’s gaze and brought her hand up to lower her hood. Then she went for her mask. Peter (3) felt his heart nearly stop when the white mask was pulled away revealing the gorgeous blue eyes that captured his heart when he was seventeen. The ones he lost nearly a decade ago.

Peter 3 had longed for the day he could see Gwen again. And here she was. The same blonde hair, the freckled skin and blue eyes. She looked older than what he remembered, about his current age and unlike his Gwen, she had a brow cut and piecing.

“Hi,” god he wanted to cry, even her voice was the same. It made tears brim his vision. Gwen lifted her hand, awkwardly waving at the three, “I’m Gwen Stacy.” All the Peters reacted, the two farthest from her going into shock and turning to Peter 3. Y/n gave a knowing look to her husband, his mouth forming an ‘o’ at the realization.

When she heard a sound come from the man who looked like a carbon copy of her Peter, Gwens expression went solemn. “I’m sorry,” her voice shook lightly, “I’m not your Gwen as you can tell. Just like—just like you’re not my Peter.” When his head lifted, mixed emotion in his gaze at her words she continued, “—You look exactly like my Peter. So I understand it must be hard for you to look at me—since I’m assuming I look exactly like her.”

“Y-you do,” his voice cracked.

Gwen fiddled with her mask, sniffing when she felt her own tears spot her vision. “I’m sorry. Believe me I understand what you’re going through. I lost my Peter—maybe not in the same way as you lost Gwen, but I was still responsible. I have to live with that everyday.”

“W-what—,” he stopped to compose himself, “What happened to him?” He didn’t know if he truly wanted to know—but there was no going back now. Part of him wanted to understand her—feel the tragic bond they shared.

“My Peter was what Connors was to you,” she heard him gasp under his breath. Gwen bit her lip as she repeated the memory for the second time that evening, “He was obsessed with the idea of getting revenge on his bullies and wanted to be like me—even though he didn’t know I was Spider-Woman. Peter turned himself into the Lizard and went mad. I had to stop him—even though I really loved him.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter 3 said to her, stepping closer. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but stopped himself knowing it probably wasn’t a good idea. “I’m so sorry, Gwen.”

The vigilante sniffed, wiping her face before smiling through the tears, “I forgave myself a long time ago. And you should too,” she noticed how he froze. Gwen only smiled with encouragement, “If you’re Gwen was anything like me, then I know she’d want you to forgive yourself. It’s what you deserve.”

“I—I can’t. I don’t think I can.”

Gwen stepped forward to meet him in the middle, taking his hand in hers. It felt so natural, Peter (3) nearly sobbed by the touch. The tear finally fell when he closed his eyes. “It doesn’t hurt to try. You can do anything, as long as you put your mind to it. She would be proud of you, Peter.”

Soon the two met in a hug. Neither noticing the remaining four had stepped away moments prior to give them some privacy. Y/n had her head on Peter 2s shoulder, his arm holding her close while they watched the two lost souls embrace. The younger Peter and MJ were also off to the side, Ned joining them and Y/n could see the shy grin on the teenager when her boyfriend and best friend praised her.

The two shared a glance, Y/n winking at the girl who smiled back.

“Well, Cat,” she felt her husband kiss her head, “We’ve had quite the adventure. Never thought in all our years we’d be traveling across universes. I think that takes the cake on everything we’ve experienced together.”

A chuckle left her, Y/n reaching up to kiss his lips softly. “Oh Spider, something tells me this isn’t the end.”

Boy was she right. Strange was there in a second and before they knew it half of Liberty Island was destroyed. The chaos unfolding when Norman Osborn appeared out of thin air. Stealing the ritual box, one of Ottos arms was cut off when trying to prevent Norman from escaping with it. Strange stole it back, but a pumpkin bomb had been placed in the relic causing a massive explosion.

Y/n had fell with Peter 2, the two bringing Connors to safety while Otto held tightly to Max. Ned was caught by the cloak of levitation, and Peter 3 felt all the air leave him when Gwen fell off the scaffold. Relief came to him when she shot her webs to safety land, but it was short lived hearing MJ scream from the side.

Peter 1 was launching after her, seeing the grabbing hook fall from MJs hand making her unable to catch herself. Then when he was inches from grabbing her Norman was pushing him away with the glider. Peter 3 didn’t think he just followed his instincts. Flinging off the side, he hurled toward MJ. A pole was pushed away and his hands went around her waist before shooting a web to the top.

Peter 3 landed on the ground, MJ in his arms and heart pounding from his chest. Gwen ran to them, worry in her eyes. “A-are you okay?” Peter (3) voice shook, looking at the girl he was holding.

“Yeah,” MJ found her voice. She then noticed his tears gaze, “Are you okay?” Peter 3 nodded, smiling softly before gently lowering her. Gwen had finally reached the two, her hand coming to both their shoulders.

“You guys okay?” She looked at MJ first who nodded before landing on Peter. “Peter?”

“Y-yeah—yeah I’m fine.” He shrugged it off.

There was a knowing expression from Gwen, her hand rubbing shoulder gently. Peter reacted to the touch, but the released—feeling a sense of happiness.

They all caught up with the others, save for Peter 1. He was occupied with Norman on the copper shield laying by the edge of the island. It was like shit wanted to hit the fan every five minutes because when Peter 2 stopped the teen from killing Norman he ended up with a knife to his back.

Y/n had to literally be held back by Gwen, cursing at the the woman to let her go. “I like you, lady spider, so you better let me go right now or bad luck is coming your way.”

“He’s okay, Y/n. Just—just wait a second.” It was hard to hold the struggling woman, but Gwen somehow managed,

With Norman finally cured and Y/n by her husbands side, Peter 1 returned to the shield with MJ in his tow after speaking with Strange. The four visitors were aware of what was about to happen—the purple cracks in the sky disappearing with orange symbols replacing.

They all watched the boy ramble, trying to say everything the wanted with such little time. “Uh I-I think this it—I think you’re about to go home.” He wipes his face, glancing between all of them. “Umm, look-I. Uhh.” Peter 1 tries to find the words. All four were smiling at him, as though they already knew what he wanted to say.

“Thank you. I just wanna—I. I want you—I want to tell you that,” he stops before trying again, feeling MJ squeeze his hand. “I-I really don’t know how to say this—.”

“Peter…”

“—I want you to know that—.” The two teens look to Peter 3, noticing how all four were beaming with understanding expressions.

“You know,” Peter 2 told him, “It’ what we do.” That was all he needed to hear.

“Yeah it’s what we do.”

While the three Peters shared a hug, Y/n and Gwen had stepped away to say goodbye to each other.

“Take care of yourself, little Watson,” Y/n smiled, bringing MJ into a hug. “Remember what I told you, okay? Don’t these boys in spandex and ties be the only heroes. You’re a smart girl, time to show the world you are.”

MJ felt gratitude swarm her, beaming up at Y/n with hopeful eyes. “I’ll try my best. Thank you for everything.” MJ and Gwen embraced, the two exchanging words before Peter was pulling MJ away. The vigilante giving a quick thanks to the women who waved in return. MJ had looked over her shoulder to see them smiling at her, and MJ gave a final wave.

Now the shied had four left. Well five if you were counting Norman sitting in the corner, but he wasn’t important at the moment. Y

Y/n brought her arm over Gwen, the two walking to the Peters standing beside one another. “This was fun,” Y/n giggled, seeing Gwen playfully roll her eyes. “Told you we’d make quite the trio.”

“Three is the magic number after all.”

“Now you’re talking my game, Stacy.”

Who would’ve thought the heart of the spiders from different worlds would come together to save the day—or universe as one should say. One would go home without her spider, one would forget, and the last got to live everyday with him by her side.

But fate had other plans for the two. Maybe Strange didn’t cast the spell correctly, or there was a flux in the system.

Either way, it would be as though the universe was bending to their favor.

How? Well let’s just say when Michele Jones was preparing for MIT—all while teaching herself how to fight and become skilled with a grappling hook—a certain encounter with a masked vigilante changed her life forever.

As for Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman could’ve never predicted she’d fall into the wrong universe for a second time. But maybe it wasn’t the worse thing to happen. Not when a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man happened to be it’s hero.