#gwen x black cat

[arekayic]

thinking about a spider-man adventure time au…. like there isn’t a specific spider-man universe i’m using (it’s more of an amalgamation of TASM and mostly USM bc they’re my faves) but oh my god i’m going crazy….. details after cut. i do want to clarify that this is NOT a character analysis because im horrible at that, i CANNOT "read between the lines".

like like peter as finn obviously because of him being the mc,, i’m thinking deadpool being jake because (ignoring spideypool cause i don’t really care for it anymore AND dp’s flirting because finn and jake are BROTHERS.) spidey and dp have a similar dynamic as finn and jake also deadpool’s personality really fits jake as a whole. and copycat is lady rainicorn because dp deserves happiness hehe

gwen is totally princess bubblegum,, science girl,,, peter in this totally has a crush on her and everything happens the same as in canon. i'm also thinking felicia as marceline.. black cat the halloween queen hehe :3 she'll still be a vampire though but she's LITERALLY called black cat she's GOTTA be halloween themed.

next up is ice king i guess. i want him to be usm doc ock bc tom kenny lol, but the personality doesn't fit much.. but it'll be hilarious so i'm keeping it.. and since it's usm doc ock i want the gunthers or gunters or whatever to be the spider slayers lmaooo. kaine would the main gunter i suppose.

i kinda want USM miles to be BMO because i love both of them,, and usm miles feels (to me) kinda like a brother to peter and BMO is pretty much considered a brother to finn and jake (i think). NEPTR is random as hell but i kinda want amadeus cho (USM) to be him, probably only as iron spider though.

ok ok now my favorite casting,, HARRY AS FLAME PRINCESS... i'm a parksborn junkie and wow their personalities and relationship match up SO well with finn and flame princess it hurts.. and yeah i know that finn and flame princess break up but UGH they fit so well, so i must deal with it. i just finished watching s4 e1 so i'm FUELED on this right now RAAAAHHHH. i did draw something and i'll post it tomorrow if i remember teehee. this harry is totally based off tasm because i LOVE his design and character and they fit flame princess more than usm harry does. also flame king is norman because that fits GREAT.

i'm also thinking, on the subject of love intrests, mary jane as huntress wizard. now this mj i haven't based off of usm (and tasm doesn't have her) so i don't really have a basis for her. BUT. her and peter are always fated to be together so she of course would be what is finn's final love interest in normal adventure time ( :,) /pos) and i also feel mj's usual design would mix well with huntress wizard's. now i want to clarify i do not remember anything because i haven't watched adventure time in YEARS and my current rewatch is only in season 4.

USM ben reilly would be fern. i don't really need to explain why. *cough* 'clone' of mc *cough*

carnage is lemongrab because of that abhorrent screeching (that phrasing could apply to either of them lol). venom might be his brother but i can't remember him at all lmao so that might change

now now now i think that eddie brock would be peppermint butler (but make peppermint butler smile less) because of his general vibe and story. but i must say, i'm talking about eddie with NO venom. i think as a candy person he would be black licorice so his design could reference venom with his colors.

fast round now, flash should be lsp, prismo could maybe be played by doctor strange (USM!!!), mysterio could be magic man because LOOLLL, martin could be peter's dad in TASM?, billy should be iron man, cinnamon bun COULD be liz allen (cause of harry) but i feel bad doing that to her, abracadaniel could be USM moon knight just for the laughs. i have NO clue who the lich should be,,due to usm lore i want goblin but norman is already flame king soooo... ultimate goblin maybe?

and that is IT for nowww. i will keep posting more about this au under #rk's spider time au, and i will be reblogging this post if i have more info teehee anyways i am insane.. ALSO also most (not all) character relationships are ignored when i pick the roles because that fucks up some stuff (like marcy and simon being close even though felicia and doc ock barely have anything to do with eachother)

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MARVEL girls art

[baiabay]

No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Prologue: Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend

Chapter 1: 

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name <33

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A/N: Hey to whoever reading this! Thanks for taking the time to do so !! This is the first fic i’ve wrote ever so please excuse any hiccups. This concept of a Black Cat variant has been bouncing around in my head since the first movie, so I decided to write it down. I’m not really sure if I’ll continue this to be a full story, (if I see that people are reading it, then of course I will), but this is kinda like a prologue/test chapter so my ideas don’t die without ever seeing the light of day. I’ll also be posting this on ao3 under the same title!! Feel free to comment, criticize, and give any ideas into how I can further incorporate the reader into the plot. Thanks again & enjoy!

P.S. I’m not sure if I want this to be romantic or just a reader-insert just yet. So don’t expect romance anytime too soon.

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You hated to admit it, but it was such a rush.

The drop of your stomach when you lowered into the building,

The sound of your heart pumping in your head as you weaved your way past security,

The adrenaline rush while you whip around the city, knowing that the job was done, all with your face remaining unknown. 

… Who are you kidding? You loved to admit it.

Well, you never would actually admit it, that would ruin the whole ‘secret identity’ thing you’ve got going on, but you get the idea.

It was exhilarating. And almost comical. Quite comical, actually. How you would swipe these valued works from right under the noses of whatever snob owned the museum. You’d think if they were so valued, they’d invest in better security measures, but here we are. 

For around five months now, you’ve been Brooklyn's one and only* Black Cat. At least that’s what they liked to call you. Your actual name was Y/N Hardy, and you weren’t all that special. Born here, lived here, parents died here, and after months of wallowing over that, you ended up picking up this gig. Something in you wanted to make a name for yourself. You craved some sort of recognition, plus rent had to be paid somehow. 

Your kleptomaniac tendencies turned out quite useful in the end, a few months ago you managed to turn in enough goods to afford you a spot at Brooklyn Visions. Before they passed, your parents hated that school, but it had always been your dream to go. 

Being The Cat was terribly easy. Go in, take shit, go out, sell shit. With the money you’d obviously take care of your needs first, it only being you and your cats in your apartment - food, student fees, cute clothes on the side, you know the works. But the leftovers, you always gave back. One thing you kept from your father was to always remember to give back. “If not, you’re just as bad as those sons of bitches you’re taking from”, he’d always say. 

From the older lady down in room 213, who isn’t able to afford medical now that her kids moved out. 

To the young queen who makes her pay from gigs at clubs after being kicked out by her parents.

The single dad with three girls, the kid who caught onto drugs way too early, the janitor, all the way down to that dog with one leg missing(as much as you strongly prefer felines), they all needed your help. They all needed Black Cat. They never questioned where the money came from, it’s always been this way. You didn’t live on the pretty side of town, cash is cash and as long as it ends up in their hands, it never mattered the methods taken to get there. 

You had no complaints, it made your job easier. You’d show up to them as Y/N, money in hand, they’d call you generous, and that was it. No suspicion towards The Cat whatsoever. Smooth interactions every time, it was terribly easy.

Except for right now. 

Right now, standing right inbetween you and your next paycheque( a diamond necklace ), is a boy. 

A boy when you’d sworn the gallery would’ve been long closed and empty by the time you started your heist. 

A boy sporting a spider-suit.

You’d heard of the city’s new hero for a while now, although you paid no mind to it, as he’s been dealing with more relevant criminals, and you’ve been stealing for this long without any hint of his interest towards your activities. You suppose the rise of news reports on your…endeavors are what may have drawn him here, but why now?

Why him ?

It’s now been a good thirty seconds of silent staring between you and the spider-boy, you were suddenly grateful for your mask, while sweaty, concealed the ever-growing grimace on your face as this awkward silence lengthened. 

The boy breathed in. 

“So…”

You took the noise as your ‘go’ signal, and ran. Pushing past him in the process, you aimed your whip towards the necklaces’ glass case, and flexed your arm. A sickening crack of glass followed shortly. Good.

“Wh- Hey!” 

The Spider called after you, seemingly taken aback by your sudden dash. 

“Where,” He leaped off the walls, and into the air, in a matter of seconds. 

“do you think,” He released his webbing in your direction(shit, you forgot about that), it wrapping around your form, tripping you up in the process.

“you’re going!” Spider pulled(shit), before you could whip your way towards your exit, you found yourself tied up, feeling almost cocoon-esque, hanging right above the glass case, feet-first from the ceiling, face-to-face with Spider-man. How humiliating.

“Just…admiring the art, is all.” You finally spoke, shakiness in your voice prevalent. You’ve never been caught before. 

“Right,” Spider quipped back, stretching the R.  “and your version of admiring includes theft?”

“Woah! Okay, well ‘theft’ is a bit intense,” You snickered under the mask. Spiders’ masked eyes narrowed. 

“how do you know I’m not planning on returning it? I’d much rather call it ‘borrowing.’”

“Yeah? Well, seems your ‘borrowing’ hobby will have to end, Cat.” Spider let out a small grunt, before flipping over and landing right on top of the glass case below the two of you. Another crack. Perfect. 

“Looks like the Cat’s in the bag, huh?” He laughed to himself. 

A silent beat passed. 

The Spider, now focused on writing some sort of sticker label for when the cops show, had not noticed your insistent wriggling back up on the ceiling. You had hoped that maybe with enough squirming-

The webbing loosened.

With enough squirming maybe you could-

You reached for your whip.

Maybe you could-

You flicked your wrist, aiming to latch onto something, anything. And pulled. 

CRASH

Finally.

You dropped down onto your toes, right beside the thing that started it all. That damn diamond necklace. 

Glass littered the gallery floors, reflecting light and creating all kinds of shapes you would’ve loved to admire had Spider not been racing after you, eyes trained on the necklace now in your hands. 

From an outside perspective, it appeared as if you two were dancing. Punches were tossed, webs slung, sarcastic quips made, whips thrown, all dodged masterfully by the two of you. Neither of you two were letting up. This buzz of adrenaline, the energy pricking at your skin, gave you that feeling you always loved when you left the house as The Black Cat- you felt utterly and wholeheartedly alive.

As you managed to land one kick to Spiders stomach, you felt alive. As you used your grappling hook to fling yourself through your exit, you felt alive- 

“What’s wrong Webby? Cat’s got your tongue?” You shouted, from atop your exit window, looking down at the spider-boy, the widest grin you’ve ever sported concealed under your mask. 

Miles took note of how your masked eyes squinted, the clear smile in your voice. You were enjoying this. 

And you were enjoying this - necklace now hastily stuffed into your satchel, you flipped backwards off the building, removed your mask and screamed. 

It was different this time, being caught, the chase, the fight, it gave you this high. A high you’ve never felt before. As you grappled your way through the night, your smile persisted. 

By the time you made it back to your apartment, you were winded. You had come down from whatever buzz you were feeling earlier, now ridden with aches and exhaustion. 

Suit off, cats fed, hair washed, necklace stored(you debated keeping it for yourself for memories sake or cashing it in as originally planned), you made it to your bed. Adrenaline at a low, you still felt giddy. 

You hated to admit it, but that was actually… fun. 

Smiling one last time, you decided to roll over and force yourself to sleep, thoughts of the night’s activities bouncing softly in your mind. 

“… Spider-man, huh?”

[fandomnerd9602]

Gwen and Spider-Reader run into Y/N’s ex, Black Cat, who’s still a flirtatious tease, and Gwen is not having any of it.

Felicia: So, you’re the one who’s web trapped my spider? Gwen: You mean MY spider?

Felicia, genuinely impressed:… I like you.

Black Cat: (purrs) you've really grown. I think the three of us could get up to some real trouble

Gwen: sorry kitty, Y/N's all mine

Black Cat: oh what a shame

Y/N: you had your chance...but i got a thing for drummers.

Gwen blushes as Black Cat slinks off...

[zapreportsblog]

In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 1: The Daughter of Shadows

In the bustling city of Brightville, a young girl named (y/n) grew up in the enigmatic embrace of her father, Walter Hardy, a renowned and elusive cat burglar. From a tender age, (y/n) was immersed in a world of shadows and secrets, a life that few could comprehend. Under her father's watchful eye, she learned not only the art of thievery but also the invaluable lessons of confidence and seizing life's opportunities.

Walter Hardy was a figure shrouded in mystery, his exploits whispered in hushed tones among the criminal underworld. But to (y/n), he was simply her loving father—a man whose presence both comforted and challenged her. Despite the unconventional nature of their lives, Walter was determined to raise (y/n) to be a strong and confident individual, encouraging her to embrace the world with fearless determination.

From an early age, (y/n) became Walter's protégé, accompanying him on various heists and observing his every move with wide-eyed curiosity. The dark alleys and high-rise rooftops became her playground, where she learned the art of agility and the thrill of outsmarting the odds. Walter, recognizing her natural talent and thirst for knowledge, nurtured her abilities, teaching her the intricacies of the trade while instilling in her a strong moral compass.

One sunny afternoon, as (y/n) carefully observed her father's nimble maneuvers, he paused and turned to her with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "My dear (y/n)," he said, his voice laced with warmth and conviction, "life is a grand heist waiting to be seized. Do not fear the unknown, but rather embrace it with confidence. Only then can you truly discover the treasures hidden within."

With those words etched into her young heart, (y/n) embarked on a journey of self-discovery and resilience. She learned to navigate the intricate webs of deception and subterfuge, honing her skills in the art of illusion and misdirection. But more importantly, she learned to believe in herself—to trust her instincts and to never back down from a challenge.

Walter encouraged (y/n) to explore beyond the confines of their nocturnal escapades, exposing her to a multitude of experiences that would shape her worldview. They attended art exhibitions, where they marveled at the strokes of a master's brush, and visited bustling markets, where (y/n) haggled with vendors and embraced the vibrant tapestry of cultures. Through these experiences, Walter instilled in her the importance of a well-rounded education, cultivating her intellect and expanding her horizons.

But it was not just the thrill of adventure that defined their relationship. In the quiet moments, when the city slept and the moon bathed the world in its ethereal glow, (y/n) and Walter would sit beneath the starry sky, sharing stories of their past and dreaming of the future. It was in these stolen moments that (y/n) discovered the depth of her father's love—a love that transcended their clandestine activities and embraced the essence of family.

As the years passed, (y/n) grew into a confident young woman, her spirit untamed and her resolve unyielding. She possessed an uncanny ability to blend seamlessly into any situation, her nimble fingers and quick wit serving her well in the world her father had introduced her to. But it was her unwavering confidence that set her apart—a quality that Walter had nurtured from her earliest days.

With each heist they embarked upon, (y/n) faced challenges head-on, her unwavering confidence shining through the darkness that surrounded them. She reveled in the adrenaline rush, the thrill of outsmarting her adversaries, and the satisfaction of retrieving the treasured artifacts they sought. Through it all, she carried with her the lessons her father had imparted—the importance of self-belief and the courage to seize every opportunity that presented itself.

As (y/n) stood on the precipice of her own journey, she carried the legacy of her father's teachings within her heart. The world awaited her, full of untold adventures and uncharted territories. With Walter's lessons guiding her, she knew that she had the tools to carve her own path, to embrace the shadows and emerge victorious.

In the heart of Brightville, (y/n) stood as a testament to her father's unwavering belief in her potential. She was more than the daughter of a cat burglar; she was a force to be reckoned with—a beacon of confidence and resilience in a world that often sought to overshadow her. And as she prepared to step into the spotlight, she did so with the knowledge that she was the culmination of her father's love and guidance—a testament to the indomitable spirit that Walter Hardy had instilled within her.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

I love your fic “When the cat's away...”! ♥️💙 Now I really wanna know how they got together after Spider man into the spider verse

Masterlist

Requests open - here

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Here's the fic which you should probs read first When the cat's away...

Soooooooo.

In the comics Spiderman and the black cat have a very flirty relationship and always end up hanging out when they're both on duty, the difference being Cat is more of a vigilante and anti-hero. They also have an on/off relationship with Cat being the main instigator.

After him and MJ got divorced, he started using his Spiderman persona more because he felt his real self was too pathetic. So he starts going off on more jobs and stakeouts. He actually finds himself looking for Cat and following her to find out more about her (ik this sounds creepy but hey ho). And he finds himself falling for her.

*skip the portal opening up and him finding Miles*

When he's talking to Miles he finds himself asking about Cat...

"So in this universe, do you have a black cat?"

"There's one that lives on the roof I think--"

"no no. The Black Cat. The vigilante."

"No? Is that someone I should look out for? Am I gonna get my own?"

"Yeah, just when you meet them...have fun." (I'm using 'them' because Peter B. wouldn't know what gender Black Cat will show up as in Miles' universe.)

*Aunt May's house*

When Aunt May sees Peter B. she immediately goes to the door and brings out a letter addressed to this universe's Peter that he didn't get a chance to open before he died. The envelope has 3 distinct claw marks slightly scratched into it. He smirks knowing it was you, well this universe's you.

He opens the letter and reads...

"Hi Peter. I'm sorry it's been a while but I thought MJ wouldn't appreciate you always hanging out with me, so I took myself out of the equation. I'm truly happy you found someone and that you like your life with her. But because I don't plan on seeing you again I have to tell you. I love you. I'm in love with you. That's all. Have a great life. And remember, you promised to name your child my suggestion:............Y/n Y/l/n (meow) xoxo"

His eyes well up when reading. How did he never know? You'd always been flirty and you'd both kissed a little (more like a lot), but this was love. Maybe it was something about seeing your name for the first time or seeing you speak sincerely without the need for flirtatious teasing. But something changed inside of him.

*talking to the other spider-people*

"so do any of you guys know a y/n y/l/n?"

"The Black Cat?" "Black cat?" "The cat?" "cat?"

"Wow. So who are they to you?"

There's a pause whilst the spider-people consider.

"She's my partner in crime. I'd be lost without her on my side." Noir goes first.

"He's my best friend. I love that guy!" Porker chimes in.

"I never got to tell them how I felt." Peni solemnly whispers.

They all look to Gwen waiting for her. She takes a moment. Then she looks up at Peter B.

"She's the love of my life." Gwen begins to smile. "And I didn't realise that until I was here. And she wasn't."

*coming out of the Portal*

Peter B. is dumped unceremoniously back into his New York. Despite the free-fall and his sore limbs and ass (juicy) from when he fell, he feels good. And he smiles, genuinely for the first time in years.

He jumps back up and swings throughout New York city, trying to spot the familiar icy locks and black catsuit (God he's thought about her in that catsuit a lot).

He meets her on a rooftop, high above the city.

"Hey spidey! You've not been around a lot? Did you go grovelling back to MJ on your knees like a kicked puppy?"

"No, actually. Believe it or not I was in another universe. And do you know what I found out about those other universes."

"What? I'm all earssss." you hiss into his mask covered ear.

"That you love me." You panic and try to swing away. But he grabs you first and holds you in his arms.

He takes off his mask revealing his scruffy beard and salt and peppered locks.

"My name is Peter. But can you still call me spidey cause it makes me sound super-cool, like a super-cool biker." You giggle even though tears are streaming down your face. You'd dreamed of this and actually the face under the mask was more beautiful than you ever imagined.

He leans into your face. "Peter, what are you doing?"

"A leap of faith."

You join together in a passionate kiss. When you eventually pull away you hug him tight and bury your face in his chest whilst tears are still streaming down your face. He whispers in your ear "Honey, I'm home."

*after the birth of their first child*

"She's so beautiful."

"I don't think I've ever seen anything as perfect as her. I never want to let her go."

"Honey, you do have to let me hold her sometime." you hold out your waiting arms.

"No. Did not agree to that."

"Anyways what should we name her?"

"How about Mayday?"

"I love it! Where did that come from?"

"Just from this thing I once read." He winks at his baby Mayday. Knowing one day he'll tell her all about the letter, the multiverse, Miles, and how he realised her mum was the one.

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Sidney Sweeney

Ana de Armas

35 years old/cubana/1,68 height

I believe that the various awards she has collected speak for themselves, but she has a talent for action films, she knows how to be elegant even when shooting some scoundrel in high heels!!! For me this is the height of sophistication, she has knowledge about the type of positive femme fatale to be represented on screen and I believe that with her in the role the Latin American energy will be better explored, this "good girl, bad woman" energy

Odessa A'zion

23 years old/nort-american/1,65 height

I must say it I didn't get over Grand Army, the way she approached the event was profound and direct, unfortunately/fortunately her pain was so well delivered that it became identifiable to this day, I don't think playing a character like this is easy or healthy but Odessa managed it, in a unique and respectful way. What I like about her is that if she took on the role she would be able to bring it to life in the right way and her own experience would contribute immensely as this also happened with Felicia, in fact the similarities of her character in Grandy and Felicia They are painfully beautiful and I think that if anyone can portray all of Felicia's ugliness and grandeur, it's her

FANCAST FELICIA HARDY AKA BLACK CAT PT III

[callmeprowler]

Miguel O'Hara vs. Black cat reader

saw the black cat reader trope trending but i don't know who to give credit t if anyone knows please tag the below

One thing Miguel hated was someone who constantly gets on his nerves the perfect example of this was the new jewelry thief ''black Cat'' as the media calls her

''is everything a joke to you?'' questioned Miguel ''Nope not everything just you'' you answered between punches which Miguel dodged this was just a normal night for the two of you. you rob a store, Miguel shows up, and you two fight for a bit until you can make your great escape. today just like any other day you had an escape plan to cause a distraction by putting a civilian in danger and while the spider attends to that you slip your way into the shadow but today by whatever luck the universe provided you heard a loud crash from the other side of the building ''one of your stupid tricks again'' grunted Miguel'' that wasn't me '' you replied holding your hands up in defense .and somewhere in-between you defending yourself and raising your hands Miguel had managed to web you to the wall .'' be a good kitty and stay '' you heard him say before he disappeared. now any other day you would have been more than happy to receive orders from a dominating figure but judging by the fact that if you did you would end up in jail you started to claw at the white strings holding your arms up, after dusting yourself off, you grabbed the duffel bag full of all the diamonds and pearls you had taken and began to make your way out of the building. after jumping from building to building you finally made it to your apartment without running into the hotheaded Spiderman again. {back at HQ ''you let her escape ?'' Lyla questioned ''I didn't let her escape, she just escaped'' Miguel explained already upset at the whole situation'' Well according to my readings you are skilled enough to catch her '' the ai asserted Miguel didn't respond to this he knew Lyla was correct if he wanted to he would have caught you a long time ago so why hasn't he ''Maybe you dot want to catch her because her child-like nature and witty comments resembles those of- '' Lyla tried explaining but was quickly cut off by Migueks orders ''Lyla turn off" and so she did .just as the saying goes ''The truth hurts ''

[sapphirerubydragon]

Here's a new excerpt for Friends with Felonies.

Chapter 12 is up, which means that we're back to chapter 1. And most of the agonies, revelations, turns and misfortunes that lead up to the cliffhanger of the first chapter.

I may not be able to finish the next chapter too soon, so it should give you some time to catch up if you want to read the story.

I can't say thank you enough for the support. It's been a joy writing this story about my beloved Miles and Gwen. I really treasure the interactions that have come out of it. 💕

With all the crazy and terrible things going on in the world, reading and writing are always gratifying outlets.

Anyways, see you next time!

[hardcore-lonewolf]

New ship name change for Dick X Oc for mine...

Wonderluck!

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

https://gocollect.com/blog/comiclist-marvel-comics-new-releases-for-03272024

Marvel Comics New Releases

[butchbetty]

spider-verse edits (2/?): earth-307021

after the death of their best friend, gwen stacy, soon followed by spider-man, all mary-jane and harry have left is each other. mary-jane fulfills peter's dying wish by continuing to protect the city as spider-woman, and now faces a new enemy, black cat, who has taken a particular interest in her. but the hero might have more to fear, as an unspoken illness starts to threaten harry's life.

[baiabay]

No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Scaredy-Cat

Prologue

Chapter 1: Current Chapter

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name ! <33

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A/N: Spot is here!!

 Hey all! Okay so first things first thank you so much for all the support of the last chapter! It honestly means alot given that ive never written before lol. Alsoooo sorry for the radio-silence after the last release, i just graduated highschool! So yay for me :) also means that ill have much more time to write since its summer break for me now. Lastly,sorry if this chapter seemed kinda slow, I wanted to try to incorporate what this universes’ Felicia Hardys “canon events”(or what would be of her canon events) would look like in this chapter to set up a bit of backstory, as someone who doesn’t read the comics nor play the games, pls forgive any inaccuracies in Felicias lore as I am only going based off of wikipedia (plus in this story reader is a minor so I wanted to exclude the nsfw trauma that Felicia goes through in og story) I also wanted to find out a way how to integrate reader into the main plot which is why i decided to feature Spot in this chapter :D thanks again for the support and don’t forget that this chapter along with any future ones will be posted to ao3/tumblr under the same title!

P.S. Much more Spider-Miles/Black Cat interactions next chapter!!

Word Count: 1844

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You remembered it like it was yesterday.

Seven months ago, Brooklyn, New York.

Your father - The Black Cat’s face on every screen in the country, but most importantly yours.

BREAKING NEWS: WORLD-RENOWNED CAT BURGLAR CAUGHT IN THE ACT : IDENTITY SHOCKS THE NATION

…huh?

LIVE ON THE SCENE: ‘BLACK CAT’ REVEALED TO BE MULTI MILLIONAIRE WALTER HARDY AFTER RUN-IN WITH SPIDER-MAN

…no, this-

THIS JUST IN: CAT BURGLAR WALTER HARDY PRESUMED DEAD AT HEIST SCENE - POSSESSIONS TO BE TURNED IN TO OFFICIALS

This can’t be happening.

It was all too much at once. 

He never kept it secret from you. You knew about your father’s job.

You knew all about what he did. The planning, the heists, the reselling, he had done it for years. And you knew all about it.  But he had been doing this for years. Long enough to allow your family to live very comfortably. Long enough that you believed he would never be caught.

But yet there you were, all that you knew burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Frantically packing everything you could into any bag you could find; clothes, money, pictures, weapons, anything - before they could take it away from you. 

And when they did, it was brutal. 

Live-streamed news coverage of men raiding your home, rummaging through your stuff- your father’s stuff- as if he never existed. 

Soon enough there were auctions. Bids, worth millions, on your father’s items, broadcasted across the nation, with drinks and music and finger foods - they made a fucking sport out of it. 

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the cheers in the street after the big-bad-black-cat was pronounced dead. The endless praise Spider-man received, that of which he took with a smile on his face. You had wished you could kill him.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the day Peter Parker died.

You laughed.

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Seven months later, Brooklyn, New York.

Ugh.

Muscles aching, you stretched up in your bed, and groaned. Ruffling the bedhead out of your hair, you reluctantly trudged out of your mattress to open a window. Coincidentally, one of your many cats was perched perfectly on its sill, wide-eyed and tail flicking in your direction.

“...This whole heist stuff is really catching up to me, huh?”

The cat stared. You sighed. You really had to get yourself some friends.

Ever since your fathers passing, you’ve basically been on your own. Shortly after all his (and your) possessions were seized, you hopped around until you managed to find shelter in a shitty apartment on the west side of town. You, fueled purely by spite (with a tasteful teeny tiny dash of vengeance on the side), inherited the criminal persona of your father, along with his criminal tendencies, and took upon yourself the name of The Black Cat. 

All this time you’ve managed to keep your identity completely secret, not even your resellers knew who you were. That came with one major drawback though… you were extremely lonely.

Even with your frequent charity rounds around the community, noone really knew who you were. Even though Black Cat was nonviolent, the name was widely feared seemingly everywhere you went. Even with your days at school, the school you’ve been going to for months now, you made your way around the halls unnoticed. 

Speaking of school, you were late. 

Shit. 

Spending ample time dazing out your window, you’ve completely lost track of time. You disregarded your hair and rushed to pull on your uniform. Stumbling around your complex you hastily dumped too large of a portion of cat food into the automatic feeder, something you’re sure the cats will be grateful for. Shoving a few snacks into your bag, you simultaneously shuffled into your school shoes, proceeding to dash out the door. 

Sprinting down the stairs, nearly tripping once, twice, you whipped out your phone to check when the next bus route would arrive. 35 minutes.

Shitshitshit.

You paused, still in the stairwell, before turning to sprint in the opposite direction, towards the rooftop terrace. Creaking open the door, you checked to make sure noone else was up there before making your way towards the edge of the terrace. To anyone else but you, it would look like a young student was about to make an unfortunate decision and jump. And jump you did. 

You fell for a few seconds, relishing in the way your stomach dropped. You’d never get tired of that feeling. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. Pulling and releasing, you quickly fell into a swinging pattern, towards Brooklyn Visions. 

Hidden from the eyes of civilians, you swung yourself through the shadows. Everyone looked so small from up there, and for a brief second, you found power in your lonesome. In the corner of your eye you noticed what seemed to be a lanky white figure clumsily flying through the air. (You paid it no mind).

Dropping down into a dark alleyway much closer to campus, you continued your mad dash towards the main entrance. Winded, you finally made your way inside the building, a thin layer of sweat shined on your forehead. The hallways were empty, class must be in session. You took a few steps forward, making your way towards your classroom until being knocked over by a student, very evidently in a hurry. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to-I’m just in a rush, I didn’t mean…”

The boy reached out his hand to help you up.

“Hey, it's no problem, I get it.”

You smiled, and took your hand in his. He hesitated for a moment, staring, brows furrowed at your now interlocked hands, before nodding and continuing his sprint down the hallways. 

You took in his disheveled appearance, his wonky tie, his half-tucked shirt, untied laces, dark eyes, curly hair, brown skin, sweaty palms…

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted with the shrill ringing of the school bell. Suddenly, the hallways flooded with students rushing towards their next classes, you decided to follow suit. 

On the other side of the hallway, Miles Morales lingered on how his spidey-sense flashed alarms in his head when his hand touched yours. Every nerve in his system telling him to run, fight, dodge, anything to get away from you-he couldn't put his finger on why. (He paid it no mind). Blaming it on nerves, Miles shoved his way through the packed hallways, dreading the meeting waiting for him in the guidance counselor's office. 

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School was a bust, as always. Nothing new, you made your way through the rest of the day unnoticed. As always. But you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

At the moment, you were in the middle of going through numerous number-codes on a padlock blocking the vault door to an extremely expensive gemstone. You’ve been salivating over this stone for weeks now, planning out how and when exactly you would strike to get this thing in your hands. You could see it now, the headlines, the chaos, after some rando millionaire’s little rock was taken from him…

“Woah, hey, you’re new!”

You flinched, hard. Whipping around towards the source of this unusually chipper voice. You were met with… a cow? … Man?

You stared, hard. 

“Okay, hey. The ogling isn’t necessary… I just-”

The cowman’s sentence was cut short with a quick lash of your whip, that of which he caught…? Your whip seemed to phase right through a large black hole on his torso, the opposite end appearing in a similar black hole right behind you, the whips end striking your back. You cried out, hit with the full force of your lash.

Sinister giggles emerged from the spotted figure, pointed towards your pained form. You trembled, in shock. 

“It’s rude to interrupt.” 

Spot stepped slowly towards you, his…well, spots, whirring aggressively, pointedly. You were frozen on the ground. Staring up at him, your lips trembled open.

“What,” You coughed. Once, twice. “-what are you?”

The black and white figure straightened, only to then fold over into a dramatic, hilariously unthreatening pose. 

“You, can call me… The Sp-”

“Some sort of cow?” You snickered. It was now his turn to flinch, hard. 

“I am NOT a-” The cow cleared his throat. “I am not a cow…whydoeseveryonesaythat…I, am the most dangerous villain you’ve ever seen, The Spo-”

“I mean, what’s with that getup?” The grin on your face grew. “Is that… is that supposed to be a costume? Orrrr…” 

The Spot sighed, defeated. “...it’s skin.”

“It’s skin?” 

“Yes, yes, now I-”

You stood up, energy back and eyes crinkled. 

“Wow, that’s…hm, interesting…skin, that’s skin? Sorry, sorry-listen man, I uh, I really gotta get back to this, so if you don’t mind?”

Stepping backwards in offence, the spotted figure shook in anger before swinging out his arm, releasing numerous dark voids around the room. Hitting practically every surface, but one most importantly, landing on the vault door, separating you, from your stone.

“Ah-wait-”

Swiftly, The Spot weaved his way through his holes, limbs popping up and out around the room in a way you couldn’t even begin to reach for your whip. 

No way was he about to take it from you.

But take it, he did.

In what felt like seconds, the whole room was engulfed in black. Stumbling backwards, you fell through one of the voids, flailing ungracefully, swimming through nothing. 

It was hard to breathe. 

A shrill crackling terrorized your ears, and before you, appeared a very disheveled Spot, now fully black with white spots, facial dot whirring and trained on you.

Gem in hand. 

Panic.

You were panicking. The sound of blood thrummed in your ears as you squirmed around in nothingness. Fuck the rock, you just had to get out of here. 

A cold hand grabs your wrist, dragging you upwards, towards the crackling form. 

For the second time today, you were frozen.

“I am not a cow,”

The form spoke lowly.

“I am not some villain of the week”,

Frozen still, you did nothing but stare straight into his glare.

“I. Am. The Spot”.

Suddenly, you were dropped. For the second time today, your stomach dropped with you. Next thing you know you’re falling through another void, leading not into darkness, but through the city skyline. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. 

As soon as your feet reached a solid surface, your legs buckled. Heaving, you failed to process what just took place, heart pounding in your ears. 

“...the fuck was that?”

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Miles received word of commotion taking place downtown, something to do with spots. He had hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, and it was. It was, and was so much worse. 

Dark spots littered a large manor, maniacal cackling emerging from its center. In the corner of his eye a familiar masked figure hunched over, breathing rapidly, staring straight ahead at the mess of spots.

(He paid it some mind.)

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In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 16 : The Stage Beckons

➥ a/n : this is the only fic with its og designs that I’m keeping

The halls of Brooklyn Visions Academy were abuzz with excitement as the theater class made an announcement over the school's public address system. The students eagerly listened as the voice crackled through the speakers, proclaiming the upcoming talent show that would take place in just three days' time. The anticipation in the air was palpable, as everyone wondered who would take the stage and showcase their skills.

In the midst of the chatter, (y/n) found herself caught up in the energy of the moment. The idea of participating in the talent show stirred a mixture of nervousness and curiosity within her. She had always been more comfortable in the shadows, watching from a distance as others showcased their talents. The prospect of stepping into the spotlight, even for just a brief moment, both thrilled and terrified her.

As (y/n) contemplated the invitation, her classmate Vee, a newfound friend she had made at Brooklyn Visions Academy, approached her with an encouraging smile. Vee had always been a beacon of positivity, radiating confidence and enthusiasm. She suggested that (y/n) give the talent show a try, sensing that (y/n) had hidden talents waiting to be discovered.

"(Y/n), you've got so much potential. I've seen how talented you are, even in the little things you do," Vee said, her voice filled with genuine belief. "The talent show could be a chance for you to shine, to share a part of yourself with the school."

(y/n) hesitated, her mind swirling with doubts and insecurities. The prospect of performing in front of her peers was both exhilarating and intimidating. She questioned whether she had the courage to step onto the stage and reveal a piece of her soul. But Vee's words resonated with her, stirring a flicker of determination within.

The days leading up to the talent show were a flurry of preparation and introspection for (y/n). She spent hours honing her skills, whether it be playing an instrument, perfecting a dance routine, or crafting a heartfelt poem. Each practice session brought her closer to the realization that this was an opportunity to express herself, to share her passions with others.

As the night of the talent show drew near, the school buzzed with anticipation. Students eagerly discussed their acts, fine-tuning their performances in hopes of leaving a lasting impression. The atmosphere crackled with excitement, nerves, and a sense of camaraderie as everyone prepared to take the stage.

Backstage, (y/n) took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her reflection a mix of anticipation and nerves. Vee, standing by her side, offered a reassuring smile, reminding her that this was her moment to shine.

The curtains lifted, revealing a sea of expectant faces. (Y/n) stepped onto the stage, her pulse quickening as the spotlight enveloped her. With each note, each movement, she poured her heart and soul into her performance. The audience watched in awe, captivated by her talent and the raw emotion that emanated from her.

(y/n) took a deep breath as the haunting melody of "Arms of the Ocean" by Blackbriar began to fill the room. The ethereal atmosphere seemed to envelop her, as if the music itself was guiding her movements. With each note, each word, she poured her heart into the lyrics, weaving a story of longing and resilience.

"Come, my love, let me tell you a tale of a love so strong, it could never fail," (y/n) sang, her voice both delicate and powerful. The room fell silent, captivated by the emotion that dripped from every word. The lyrics resonated within her, their meaning ingrained in her very being.

As the chorus swelled, (y/n) leapt from the stage, her body moving with a grace that seemed otherworldly. The music propelled her forward, her dance routine a mesmerizing blend of parkour and ballet. She weaved through the rows of students, effortlessly navigating the space as if it were an extension of her own body.

The lyrics echoed in her mind as she twirled and leaped, her movements mirroring the ebb and flow of the music. "In the arms of the ocean, I find my solace, my devotion. In the arms of the ocean, I'm finally free, I can breathe."

With each bound and somersault, (y/n) defied gravity, her movements an expression of liberation and release. She flew through the air, landing with precision and grace, her body fluid and poised. The fusion of parkour and ballet created a breathtaking spectacle, a testament to (y/n)'s dedication and skill.

As the song reached its climax, (y/n) returned to the stage, her body glistening with sweat and her heart pounding with exhilaration. The room erupted into applause, the audience rising to their feet in admiration of her mesmerizing performance. The lyrics of "Arms of the Ocean" had taken on a new life through (y/n)'s interpretation, leaving a lasting impact on everyone who witnessed it.

In that moment, (y/n) knew that she had touched something deep within herself and the hearts of those around her. The combination of powerful vocals, dynamic dance moves, and the raw emotion in her performance had created a transcendent experience. It was a testament to the power of music and movement, a fusion that allowed (y/n) to express her innermost feelings and connect with the audience on a profound level.

As she took her final bow, (y/n) felt a sense of fulfillment wash over her. The song had provided a canvas for her to paint her own story, and through her dance routine, she had brought it to life. The lyrics of "Arms of the Ocean" lingered in the air, their meaning resonating with both (y/n) and the audience, a reminder of the solace and freedom found in the embrace of the unknown.

In that moment, (y/n) realized that her voice and her movements had the power to touch hearts, to inspire and uplift others. With a renewed sense of purpose and a deeper understanding of her own artistic journey, she embraced the stage as her sanctuary, ready to continue exploring the depths of her talent and sharing her unique expression with the world.

As the final notes of her performance rang out, the theater erupted into thunderous applause. The audience rose to their feet, offering (y/n) a standing ovation. In that moment, (y/n) realized that she had not only shared her talent with the world but had also discovered a newfound sense of confidence within herself.

After the performance, (y/n) found herself surrounded by classmates and friends, showering her with praise and admiration. Vee's eyes sparkled with pride as she hugged (y/n), her belief in her friend's abilities justified.

The talent show had become a turning point for (y/n). It was a reminder that stepping out of her comfort zone and embracing her passions could lead to profound personal growth. The experience brought her closer to her classmates, forging connections and opening doors to new friendships.

As (y/n) basked in the afterglow of her performance, she realized that the stage had become a part of her, a place where she could express herself freely. The talent show had not only given her the opportunity to share her gifts but had also ignited a flame within her, fueling her desire to continue exploring her talents and pursuing her dreams.

With newfound confidence, (y/n) looked toward the future, excited for the many stages that awaited her. The talent show had been a stepping stone, a catalyst for self-discovery and personal growth. And as she walked off the stage, her heart swelled with gratitude for the transformative power of art and the support of those who had believed in her.