#i guess the MJ's have that in common

[cyanidespideycup]

While The Amazing Spider-Man duology is about the hope of Spidey, the MCU trilogy is about the suffering of Peter Parker (and the need to keep going).

In Homecoming, he sacrifices his reputation, his idol's respect, and his relationship just to take down Toomes and stop the weapon-trading. And he keeps going.

In Far From Home, his identity is revealed, he's framed for murder, and his reputation is in turn tarnished. And he keeps going.

In No Way Home, he finally loses everything he loves. May, Ned, MJ, Happy. His superhero relationships are erased and he is literally wiped from existence. And he gets his GED, he makes a new suit, and he keeps going.

And then the Raimi trilogy is just like "holy fuck look at how cool he is".

[erule]

Twice

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!reader

Summary: you and Peter have been rivals for a lot of time, until one day everything changes. But it’s the same old story: you love him, he loves you, then you die and he doesn’t have the chance confess his endless love for you. Or is it?

Warnings: spoilers from Avengers: Endgame, reader is Tony’s daughter, Peter and reader are 18+ here, fluff, a lot of angst, enemies to friends to lovers, happy ending though

Word count: 2084

A/N: Hi! I just wanted to write something after a long time. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think in the comments, if you want 

Taglist: @imawhoreforyou, @blankspaceblankday, @sarahcameronswife, @belovedholland.

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Twice.

I believe that things in life happen twice, like getting a job offer or falling in love. For instance, I fell in love twice. The first one was in high school, with my classmate, but he didn’t want me. The second one was with Peter, but he didn’t want me either. I guess that some things never change. Sometimes, if you’re very lucky, things can also happen thrice, but it’s rare that some trains pass in front of you. This kind of fortune never really occurred to me, that’s why I still think that things in life happen twice. When you don’t understand the occasion, it comes along again for you to see it and finally take it. Maybe that’s why I died twice.

But let’s go back to the beginning, shall we?

Did it never happen to you to die in a metaphorical way? Like when you feel a pain in your heart that doesn’t go away, a deaf heavy brick onto your chest. So you try to breathe, but every rib hurts when you try to do so. Well, this happened to me when Peter told me that he kissed MJ. I was his best friend, I should have been happy for him, but I couldn’t. The reason is obvious: I was in love with him. Common, right? You’re probably thinking that. Our friendship didn’t begin like that, though. We were rivals at first, even enemies sometimes, because my dad preferred to work with him and not with me. I mean, I had Morgan, my younger sister, but it wasn’t enough for me. I needed him to actually see me. Now I regret it. Anyway, before we grew closer, I couldn’t stand Peter and he couldn’t stand me. We used to bicker all the time, until one night. One single night. 

“Hi”, I said.

It changed my entire life.

“Hey”.

“What’s up?”

“I’m just hungry”, he replied, while looking into the fridge.

“Wanna know a secret?” I asked him. He turned in order to look at me. There was a spark of genuine curiosity in his gaze, but I was staring at his half smile on his face, a ghost of something that he didn’t use with me.

“Shoot”.

“The best food is not in the kitchen,” I replied. “It’s actually in my room”.

He grinned at me.

“Wow Y/N, I didn’t know you were this naughty. I thought you hated me. Turns out you just wanted something from me”.

I laughed out loud.

“You’re mistaken, Spidey. I just wanted to be kind, but turns out you’re a jerk. Goodnight, I’m gonna eat my marshmallows alone”.

“Wait, are you for real? True marshmallows? I’m coming,” he said and I smiled at him, truly happy. I didn’t have many friends at school, so I was glad to finally have somebody to hang out with, even if it was my rival.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate Peter, I just wanted my dad’s love, that’s all. Besides, it was impossible to hate Peter: he was the light when everybody came into the room. He made everybody comfortable and he reassured who needed a kind word. I admired him. Today I wouldn’t have treated him like that.

“I actually have one request,” I said, when he sat on my bed, while looking around.

“I knew it”.

“Spidey-sense?”

“No, I just know you, I guess,” he said and I felt a knot in my stomach. “Anyway, anything for you. I’m so hungry!”

“What if I’d ask you something terrible?” I asked him, while giving him some marshmallows on a plate. “What if you were wrong?” 

Maybe I wasn’t talking about him, but about myself. I was so concerned not to be Tony Stark’s perfect daughter, that somehow I acted like that just so people could be right about me. Maybe I was just worried to be an evil person.

But he shrugged. Peter ate a marshmallow, looked straight into my eyes and said: “You’re not what you think you are, Y/N. Trust me, I would know”.

“Because you know me?”

“No, because of my Spidey-sense, you silly little girl,” he said and I chuckled. Then, his face became so serious it almost scared me. “You know, Ned warned me about you once”.

“Oh, really? Why?” I asked, while sitting next to him.

“He said that you’re trouble”.

“Trouble?”

“Yeah, like staring directly at the Sun. It’s kinda dope, though. You’re more like the Moon, but still. The Moon is so pretty and strong”.

“Strong? Why?”

“Yeah, because it takes courage to stay in the sky without anybody in the dark”.

“Oh, well, but the Moon has the stars. They’re like soldiers: they protect her”.

Peter looked at me while eating another marshmallow, as if he was really thinking about what I said, then he nodded.

“I agree. I can be your star,” he said. “I’ll protect you. From now on, we’re friends,” he stated. 

I smiled at him.

“Thanks, friend”.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Oh, what did you wanna ask me?”

I didn’t actually have anything to ask him. Maybe I just wanted some accompany that night, because I couldn’t sleep either. His words changed me, though. I wanted to return the favor in some way.

“One day, I’m gonna ask you to promise me something and you’ll have to keep your word”.

He brought a hand to his heart and swore to do so.

“Okay”.

And that was the night I fell in love with Peter Parker. 

Some years after that, when we were at university, he broke my heart when he told me he kissed MJ. 

“Why do I feel like you’re not happy about it?” He asked me. 

How do you explain to somebody that you’re drowning in your own thought? In your own blood, in your own bones. It’s like you’re disappearing, but you really don’t. You just wish you could.

“Because I don’t really like her”.

“You’re kinda the same person, actually,” he said and it really hurt me.

“What?”

“No, wait, I didn’t mean to…”

“If you think that you can replace me with her, you can do it. It’s fine,” I said, shutting the door behind me.

“Y/N! I didn’t mean to say that! I just wanted… I just… I don’t know,” he sighed, then I heard him sitting on the floor, his back on the door and his breath so distant from my skin. He stayed silent for a couple of minutes, that’s why I thought he went away. I could still hear his heartbeat through the door though, since I was with my back on it like him. “You’re irreplaceable, to me. I just wanted to say that you’re similar to MJ, that’s it. You’re two black cats. I’m sorry”.

I remained silent for some time, then I sighed: it was impossible to stay angry at him for more than two minutes straight.

“That makes you a golden retriever, then?” I asked and he chuckled.

“I guess so”.

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him then and that I had been for years, but the words wouldn’t come up to my mouth. Besides, he was in love with someone else. We were just friends and it had to be enough for me.

“Hey, Peter?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I learned that stars that shine the brightest do that because they’re dying. I shouldn’t do that”.

“Do what? Shine?”

“Die,” I said. “You’re not allowed to die. Okay?”

“Okay”.

I didn’t know it then, but I’d have been the one to die.

Thanos was… a lot of things. And Peter was a lot of things to me. So when I had to choose what to do, it was simple. My Dad didn’t want me to be there, but I was on the battlefield. I saw people fight, die give everything they could. It was terrific. But I was there to protect Peter, because I knew that he couldn’t do that alone, despite him being so strong all the time. Because he was like me. 

“Y/N?” He shouted, when he saw me. He was surprised and scared at the same time. “You shouldn’t be here!” 

“I should!” I said, while I was fighting with one of Thanos’ soldiers.

“If anything happens to you, I swear…”

“Nothing will happen!” I said, while he was winning against some soldier.

“Mr. Stark will be very disappointed!”

Yes, he was.

“He’ll understand!”

No, he didn’t.

“Why are you here?” Peter asked me, while he was close enough to put his hands on my shoulders. I had an armor, but it was useless when he looked into my eyes. I melted like a silly little girl.

“You know why,” I said and I prayed that he understood it. My heart clenched.

He gulped.

“I don’t”.

“You shine brighter than me. I can’t allow you to die,” I replied.

“This doesn’t make any sense, Y/N. I won’t leave you here. I’ll take you home”.

“You will,” I said. “You have to. You promised. Don’t follow me. You have to keep your word, remember? If Thanos kills me…”

“No, Y/N, no…”

“If Thanos kills me,” I continued, “you won’t look for revenge. Is it clear?”

“Y/N…”

“Is it clear?” I repeated, determined. He nodded. “Good”.

You’re asking yourself how I knew that, right? Well, I didn’t. But I knew Peter. I knew that he would have followed me anywhere, because I would have done that too. 

Then, everything happened all at once. My Dad saw me from the distance. He called out my name, but I didn’t hear him. I was disappearing. Peter looked at me in disbelief, too astonished to talk. That was me dying twice. 

“Remember me,” I said, while trying to hug him, but it was like my muscles were too tired to even embrace him. I was slowly falling asleep.

“Y/N? Y/N?” He called. “I love you! I love you!” He screamed, his voice a desperate heartbreak into the air. “I love you!”

When my dad reached out to him, it was already too late for me. 

***

When Peter came back from the cemetery, he didn’t expect to see Tony Stark at his university, after five years. He knew that Y/N came to the battle just to protect Peter, so he hated him because if his eldest daughter died was his fault. But now he knew what to do in order to bring her back and he needed his help to do it. 

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said, surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you here”.

“It’s her death anniversary, I know, but I had other things to do,” he said. “I know how to bring her back, Peter, but I need you to come with me”.

Peter shaked his head.

“I don’t understand: I thought that you hated me”.

“Y/N always said that nobody could really hate you and she was right”.

Peter smiled at him, his lips trembling.

“I broke up with MJ the day before the battle. I wanted to tell her, but I never got the chance. I thought that she didn’t want me”.

Tony put a hand on his shoulder, a warm smile on his face.

“There’s not a world in which she doesn’t want you, I fear”.

That being said, they were coming back to the past with the other Avengers in order to save Y/N and the people who had died because of Thanos. Tony was the first one to see Y/N coming back from the dead.

“Peter!” He called.

Peter turned and he saw Y/N. It was like coming back from a dream. She was finally back into his arms and he wouldn’t have let her go, this time. He dipped his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. It was so real it made his heart ache. If he could have exchanged his place with her in all those years, he would have done so. He would have done anything to make her live a normal life. Being without her meant not living, but barely floating on the surface.

“I’m in love with you,” he said. “I’ve been for most of my life, actually. Since that night we ate the marshmallows together”.

He saw her bring her hands on her heart, tilting her head with tears in her eyes.

“And you’re my light, Peter. You always have been”.

Then he hugged her again and it felt like coming home.  

[eskeptical]

worthy watch - miguel o'hara x reader

a/n: thought of a little scenario also sorry for any mistakes i did not spell check if u find any lmk! ✨

summary: after peter b. parker accidentally destroys your watch, miguel ensures you get it back

The Spider Society HQ held its usual lively environment. Multiple spider-people walking around, chattering, a sea of voices drowned as your brain focused on a particular stimulus: the conversation you were currently having.

“I said I’m going to get you a new one, and I will.”

You looked at Peter B. Parker, who was slurping down a strawberry milkshake, eyes closed in delight, because apparently it was that good.

Usually, Peter was not someone you would sit down with to eat some lunch. Your busy schedules prevented you from it, but also, a part of you didn’t like to. You enjoyed hanging out with him, of course, but watching him eat felt like an intrusion, of sorts. Usually, you weren’t one to judge or be affected by something so trivial as a person’s eating habits, but his constant moaning while chewing accompanied by his finger licking after a good, hefty meal made you feel extremely uncomfortable, like you were walking in on something you weren’t supposed to see. However, a long, tiring mission involving both of you led you to go out to eat at the restaurant in the Spider HQ as a well-deserved reward. His treat, because of a little ‘incident’ that occurred during the mission.

You glanced at your left wrist, the ghost of where your dimensional travel watch once was still lingering on your skin, now replaced by a flimsy purple day pass. Then you redirected your attention to the small plastic bag beside your burger, filled to the brim with dust and rubble.

“But it won’t be like the one I had before.”

Your watch - at least, what used to be your watch before it was blown to pieces - had a personalized interface, the orange replaced by blue, with little carvings on its metal structure. All of them intentional, little symbols and initials that represented something important in your life.

“Miguel can probably redo it just the way you had it before. You know, it’s really not fair he only upgraded yours. I’ve been begging him for weeks to add a little Mayday and MJ background to mine.”

“He could redo the interface, I guess…” you replied. Probably not the little carvings, though. Fidgeting with the last few fries on your plate, you then added, “...that is, if he’s not furious when he finds out it got destroyed.”

Peter looked down at the miserable pile of rubble, his brows creasing in concern as he pointed at it with his index finger.

“Pulverized would be a better word for it, I think.”

You glared at him. “And who’s fault is that?!”

He raised his hands defensively in the air.

“I thought it would work!”

At one point during the mission, the anomaly had been holding on to your wrist, and Peter said he knew a secret code you could type in that would shoot an emergency laser beam immediately.

Looking back, you wish common sense had kicked into you to realize how stupid that sounded. But your perception was clouded by the adrenaline, and you were forced to observe helplessly as the watch unlatched from your wrist and self-destructed soon after typing the code in.

“I don’t even want to talk about this anymore.” You sighed, rubbing your neck.

“I’m sorry. If you want you can order a dessert, okay? On me.”

His pitiful attempt of redemption made you look down at your nearly empty plate.

You raised your hand, two fingers up. “Two desserts.”

It didn’t take long for Miguel to notice your watch was gone. In fact, it took him a little more than an hour after your lunch with Peter. He called out your name, impatience setting in his fast pace towards you.

You hid your hands behind your back, the remains of your watch tucked safely in your pocket.

“Why am I not able to contact you?”

“Hm…Maybe it’s a malfunction?”

His eyes narrowed and darted to your arms, tilting slightly to try to get a look at your wrist.

“A malfunction would leave the location of your watch where it was last functioning. Yours completely disappeared.”

You stayed silent. “I feel…caught.”

“Where’s your watch?”

Shame crept up through your entire body as you reached into your pocket and handed the plastic bag to him. “...Here…”

Miguel stared at it, disbelief sprouting on his face.

Deafening silence filled the hallway.

“How…how did that happen?”

“Peter confused the code for self destruction for…something else, so I typed it in…and…well…”

You nodded towards the bag. The rest was self-explanatory.

He frowned, the rim of his eyes a deepened shade of crimson. “...ese pinche idiota…”

“Wait. It was my fault too. I should have been able to recognize it, but I didn’t pay attention when Lyla explained the watch’s functions.”

“Still…he’s an idiot. What did both of you think typing the code in would do?”

“Don’t ask. It’s really dumb. But… I can’t believe it got destroyed.”

You said the last part wholeheartedly, the corners of your mouth falling as your fingers began to trace the vacant area on your wrist.

Miguel finally calmed down as he caught on to your expression, imitating your saddened expression.

“Hey...I can make you a new one…just like the one you had before…with the blue…and the little…”

You raised your hand to stop him.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you to worry about it.” Your hands returned to your sides, and you raised one lightly to motion towards the flimsy purple bracelet.

“Peter said he would get me a new one. I can make do with the day pass for now.”

His eyes softened.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. He’ll take care of it.”

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“...Okay.”

The next day, you were just walking through the many hallways, not really heading anywhere specific, when Peter approached you, out of breath.

“Peter…everything okay?”

He raised one finger as he panted, hands planted on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Then, he pulled out a small device from the pocket of his pink robe.

The watch.

He finally stood up correctly, and your eyes immediately darted towards the heavy, dark bags under his eyes. Your hand reached his shoulder.

“Peter…it really wasn’t that urgent! You didn’t have to spend all night making it! Did you even sleep?”

“Like one hour, maybe less…I just…got motivated to do it last night…”

“Well, thank you. I really appreciate it. But you should not have done that. The watch could have waited…”

He waved his hands around, shooing away your concerns.

“Nonsense. Anyways, I gotta run. Lyla was going to review some…issues…that need attention.”

Before you could respond, he swung out of view.

You looked at the watch in front of you.

Sliding it open, your jaw dropped when you saw the blue interface.

Peter could not have figured out how to do that.

The culprit was revealed when you inspected it, and sure enough, all of the previous markings were carved into the metal side, almost exactly in the same position.

Well, all except for one.

You began walking again, now sure of were you were going.

Your webs easily helped you reach the platform on which Miguel was standing.

“Miguel…” you called out, hands firmly placed on your hips as he swiped a few orange screens away and turned to face you.

“...Yes?”

You raised your arm, displaying your new watch.

“Oh! Your watch is back! Good thing Peter put in effort to replace it so quickly.” His voice was filled with surprise and warmth, but you knew him all too well.

“He said he was motivated. Did you, by any chance, influence his motivation?”

His facade quickly dropped, as he began to scratch his nose.

“Maybe…”

“Miguel…” you warned.

“I just reminded him to make it.”

You met his response with silence, prompting him to add, “and maybe I told him he would never be allowed to bring Mayday here again if he didn’t finish it soon.”

“Miguel!”

He shrugged.

“What? I wasn’t entirely being harsh…I did that stupid background he wanted for him when he finished your watch.”

You sighed in relief. At least Peter got something in return. “What about the blue interface? And the markings? I’ve only shown them to you.”

“Okay…after he finished the initial one, I altered it for you.”

Your finger traced over the markings, the little dents for symbols and numbers on the silver metal, and heat rushing to your neck when you added, “...you missed one…did you skip over it..?”

Miguel smiled warmly at you, his hands gently reaching for your wrist.

“How could I? We made it together. I just relocated it.”

He shifted your hand for your palm to face down, and slid a part of metal, revealing a small inscription.

His initial, a plus sign, and your initial.

"Plus, I added a new one. Look."

He pointed his finger to the new addition, right below the initals.

Three letters, carved neatly. TQM.

You know exactly what it means.

Warmth fills your chest, and a dumbfounded grin forces itself upon your mouth.

He slides the metal back into place, and holds your hand, moving it upwards to his mouth, peppering kisses all over it.

“Now go.”

Surprise flooded your expression.

“Go? Go where?”

“You’re joining Peter down at the left wing. Lyla is going to run over the watch functions until they’re drilled into your pretty little head.”

He placed a quick kiss on your forehead, and turned back to the screens.

You groaned, and begrudgingly swung out of his office.

[mj-iza-writer]

Hello MJ!!! I love your work and i was wondering if you could do another part to the story where the whumpee and caretaker have the same scar? Maybe a prequel where we see what happened to the whumpee or caretaker? Whatever you choose I adore your writing and I hope you have endless inspiration and motivation forever and ever. 💫

https://www.tumblr.com/mj-iza-writer/754906910306762752/warning-swear-words-used-the-team-burst-through?source=share

I believe you should be able to find the original story there. Here is a background if not.

The story is a team whump story where Leader and the team bring an almost dead Whumpee to Caretaker, the teams medic. Caretaker right away sees similarities in Whumpee's wounds to someone from their past. While healing Whumpee, Leader and the team go out, hunt this person down, and kill them before they can strike again. This story goes into Caretaker's past.

I am so sorry this took so long to answer. Tumblr deleted the story the other day after I had worked on it for like three hours, so after crying my eyes out, I rewrote it... on my phone's notepad as I didn't want that to happen again. I always appreciate ask, and I thank you so much for the request.

The story.

Whumpee was gaining strength now. It had been a few weeks since their rescue.

Caretaker had worked hard to get them to this point.

"How about we attempt a real bath today?", Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee's makeshift hospital bed. A better option then the gurney they had laid on for the first two weeks.

"D-do you think I'll be able to do it?", Whumpee whispered.

"I guess we won't know unless we try", Caretaker smiled, "we can do a quick bath today. Maybe give your hair some attention", Caretaker looked over the clumped hair that still had dried mud from when they were found.

"I think I would like that" Whumpee nodded. Knowing they could use a good clean up.

"Alright I will go get your bath together, and I'll be back to get you", Caretaker stood.

Leader came in and found Whumpee leaning forward in their bed.

"Look at you", Leader smiled, "looks like you are getting stronger and better every day."

"Caretaker is going to give me a bath today", Whumpee whispered, "a-a real bath."

"Oh, that's going to be nice", Leader sat down next to Whumpee, "I take it that's where Caretaker is."

Whumpee nodded.

Leader looked around the room, "I wonder if Caretaker would need a hand", they looked at Whumpee, "would you be okay if I offered to help?"

"Yes that's fine", Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker came in just then and looked at Leader weirdly.

"Good morning, uh, I was just about to give Whumpee a bath. Did you need me for something?"

"No, no, just checking in", Leader smiled, "I was wondering if you'd like a hand though? Whumpee said they were alright with it."

"Actually, that would be helpful", Caretaker nodded, "I can have you work on their hair while I clean the rest of them up. We'll be able to get more cleaned in a little bit of time."

Leader carefully set Whumpee into the tub of warm water.

"Does everything feel alright?", Caretaker looked them over. The way Whumpee happily sunk into the water was enough of an answer.

"It feels so good", Whumpee moaned happily, "thankyou."

Caretaker knelt beside the tub, "yes, I remember my first bath after I escaped. It felt so good", they smiled.

Leader came around to other side of the tub and knelt down. They knew better than to ask questions about Caretaker's past.

"Alright Leader, get to cleaning", Caretaker smiled as they handed them a cup, "please remember we won't look clean right away. Whumpee's body will only let us get so far before they need to rest again. We just need to get enough off."

Leader nodded.

Whumpee stole glances at Caretaker. They looked to where that mark was hiding under his clothes. The one they had in common. The one that meant Caretaker knew exactly what had happened to Whumpee because it may have happened to him.

Whumpee then looked down where their mark was. A fresher wound right on their ribs, not as faded as Caretaker's was.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes Whumpee, are you okay?" Caretaker gave a concerned look.

"May I... may I uhm", Whumpee stuttered nervously.

"Whumpee you can say or ask anything you want", Caretaker gently rubbed their shoulder.

Whumpee nodded, "may I, uhm, know what they did to you?"

Leader stopped what they were doing but didn't look up.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked", Whumpee hurried when they saw Caretaker's jaw clench.

"No... uh.. it's fine", Caretaker looked at Whumpee shamefully, "I guess you have a right to know."

Caretaker started to gently clean Whumpee.

"Well I guess to start off, I was originally a doctor. That was my calling in life, it's what I always wanted to be, but they stole that from me", Caretaker frowned, "I was taken by them a little after I started working in the hospital."

Caretaker sighed, "after they found out what I was and what they could make me do", Caretaker paused to look at a wound on Whumpee's back, "they locked me in a room they called the operating room."

"They did things a little differently at first. They had several prisoners to play with. If they went too far, which was often, they would bring them to me. I was forced to heal their victims. I would be severely punished if I didn't.... if I lost someone."

Caretaker sighed, "many nights I cowarded away in the corner of the operating room. I was so scared that my door would be opened and another victim would be laid on my table. I'm still haunted by the faces or those people, buy their voices. Them begging me to just let them die. Them telling me I was just as bad as them. I was causing their suffering to be longer."

Caretaker's lip quivered, "I wanted to heal people, but not like that. I wanted to be appreciated for my work. To feel proud of my abilities, but instead, I heard yelling and pleading from people who wanted me to kill them. Cowering away from that person as their victim was dragged out kicking and screaming. Telling me that I was a horrible... person. What hurt worse was when I started to agree with them. I was a horrible p..person."

Caretaker looked up at Leader for a moment before continuing.

Leader felt their eyes but didn't dare look up.

"One night in particular, a victim was brought in. I had had them on my table before. They pleaded with me to let them die this time. They couldn't go on anymore. I remember looking deep into their eyes. I nodded. This was their only victim at the time. I knew my punishment would be especially bad if I failed."

"They came into my room a few hours later and saw the body. I was forced to take that victims place in the torture. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it", Caretaker chuckled lightly, "it gave me a boost of confidence."

"A few days later, I heard my door unlock. They came in and told me they were going hunting for a new victim since they didnt have any", Caretaker stopped for a second and looked lovingly at Whumpee, "I some how got them to come closer to me..... I stabbed them with a makeshift knife. I thought I killed them, unfortunately I guess I didn't."

"I ran", Caretaker looked up at Leader again, "I ran until I couldn't run anymore, then I collapsed. I prayed that I might die as well and be forgiven of my sins in the afterlife."

Caretaker smiled again as they wiped a tear, "thankfully someone found me. Someone who has a habit of finding injured people and bringing them here, and making them like a family. They didn't exactly have a medic back then. So I took care of my own wounds. Leader tried to help as much as they could."

"You said I did good at getting the supplies you needed", Leader finally spoke up.

"Yes you did", Caretaker nodded.

Caretaker sighed again, "I don't like talking about my past too often as I'm ashamed of it. I allowed people to suffer because I was too afraid to speak out and stand up against our captor. I was too afraid of them."

Whumpee looked deeply into Caretaker's eyes, "you were allowed to be afraid, you're human. I was terrified by them. I can see why you would have been as well. I'm sorry for what those people yelled at you and called you. You're my hero", Whumpee shook, "plus if it hadn't happened, you would not have met Leader and become part of this team. I could have died. It's unfortunate, but those hard times brought you to this family.

"Thankyou Whumpee I appreciate that", Caretaker smiled, another tear threatened to fall, "well, I think that just about does it for this bath, you are shaking a lot. I think your body is ready to rest again."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for telling me about that. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome", Caretaker smiled weakly.

Whumpee fell asleep a little after their bath.

Caretaker stepped outside on their office's balcony to get some air. Maybe cry a little more.

They were just about to lower to the ground when Leader came out carrying some drinks.

"Hey, sorry to bother you", Leader frowned, "I thought maybe you could use one of these after that. I know you don't like talking about that subject. Though I think it was good for Whumpee to hear it. Maybe they can see that being fully healed is possible after some time. I know I have a deeper respect for you than I already had. You're absolutely inspirational."

"I-I don't know about that, but Whumpee deserved to hear it", they looked down at the drink, "I'm not proud of that time of my life. Thanks for this."

"You're welcome", Leader took a drink of their own, "I agree with them though. If it wasn't for that, this team would have never made it. None of this would be possible."

Caretaker smiled weakly.

"I guess I know why you are able to fix just about anything I bring to you", Leader tried to lighten the mood.

"Yep, you still haven't given me anything compared to what I've dealt with. Except Whumpee, that was a hard one. Which is how I knew it was their work. It had to be at least."

Leader nodded, "for what it's worth. You are an amazing doctor, and I'm honored to have you on this team. I know this wasn't what you had planned for your life, but man, I appreciate you so much."

"Thanks", Caretaker smiled, "this isn't what I had planned, but I wouldn't change it for the world."

Leader grinned, "I'm glad."

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Not sure if you're actually interested in talking more about this, but I'm jumping in anyway because I relate so hard to being confused about the spiderverse timeline. Not only did everything about the society and Miguel happen fast, but a bunch of other stuff don't add up either? Like.

The first film takes place in early December 2018 according to Miles' test (if we can trust that? It does snow several times) and Peter's headstone, and Across takes place less than a year and a half later... or in July 2023 according to the bodega's security cameras?

Also, the news anchor says Peter was 26 when he died, but the headstone says 1991-2018. Then his birthday was in mid to late December? And he died right before it? That's sad. Oh! Speaking of birthdays: Miles asks why he can't go back to Brooklyn middle school. Soo... he's 13 (which the art book claimed, I think??) and skipped a grade? Is his birthday also late in the year? It has to be imminent if he can be 15 in a year and four months.

And Mayday! Babies typically start crawling at 7-10 months. 9 months of pregnancy + 7 months of living baby = 16 months, or a year and four months! MJ must've gotten pregnant immediately after she and Peter B reconciled. That's effecient of them, but I guess she'd waited long enough.

If we disregard the security cams, it's actually April-ish 2020. How long has Gwen been with the society? She says "a few months", yeah? If that's the truth, it must be between two and five months, because Jess' belly was noticeably big in the prologue, but she's yet to give birth by the end. So! Gwen joined in December or January? Maybe February? That's winter. Is it common to be dressed in shorts, tights, and sweater but no coat in New York during winter? Because that's how she's dressed. And the people around her are wearing t-shirts.

Gwen and Hobie has been on "a couple dozen" missions together. That's at least 24, if he meant that literally. Nearly one every day for one month. But it can't have been continuous because he's got shit to deal with in his own dimension in between. How do they manage their time? Do they have a schedule? And this has less to do with the timeline and is really something that just hit me:

Did Miguel deliberately gather all those spider-people to intimidate Miles with? Because HQ is teeming with spider-people doing mostly nothing (and that's only in the lobby). Don't they have villains to catch at home? I'm picturing Miguel sending a mass dm to everyone about how he needs them to come in and act natural – they have a 15 year old that has to be put in his place!

All this to say: I don't think you're dense about this. I think it's the writers that can't math.

BRUH ACTUALLY DEADASS

HOW LONG HAS JESSICA BEEN PREGNANT??????

Because her pregnancy and Gwen's time there PLUS pavitr joining in under six months is SO JARRING AND CONFUSING.

I assumed Gwen was with them for like 6 months, but that seems way too long so maybe 3? And we can (generously) say Jess was maybe 5-6 months pregnant? So okay, she's about to give birth.

And as someone who lives in NY, nah Winter here is a good 40F(4C) here or lower - even spring you have to wear a hoodie and it's like 60F(15C) until July so I don't know when they recruited her tbh

But for some reason I always assumed that Gwen joined before Pavi did, but I guess not?? But Pavi had only been Spider-man for six months? So did they recruit him right away or was HE the 'new guy' before Miles???? And why would they recruit him right away?

Yeah and with Hobie's work schedule - like I'm assuming they don't go on missions only together because she knows Pavi and LOTS of the other Peters, so either shes going on other missions with other people too- meaning Gwen has done a couple dozen with Hobie and THEN some, or she has a lot of time between missions to meet a lot of Peters around campus.

But then that adds up to like 50 something missions. Unless anamolies are happening every single day, that's still 10 weeks, five days a week - at the least.

And they have training rooms!! So i'm assuming Gwen didn't start going on missions right away with the way Miguel was treating her - so what the hell?????

It's like....

If MJ got pregnant right away, at the same time Miguel got the watch - how long did it take him to meet Peter B.??? Was Peter B the first one he met? And how long did he know Peter B before he lost his daughter? Mind you - all in under a year or so. How long was he with his daughter?????

This makes NO SENSE. NO SENSE WHATSOEVER

And also to answer your last point:

Personally I think, yes Miguel actually made a concentrated effort to do that.

I wrote about it in my Hobie dialogue break-down - but the entire Spider Society scene was propaganda meant to intimidate Miles. Hobie even points this out, telling Miles 'propaganda bro'.

Their watches can take them anywhere - Jess goes to the bridge in Mumbattan. But when they need to see Miguel, they make Miles look at the all (trained) Spider-people. Then they take him to the prison area, then the go home machine. They could've just teleported into Miguel's lair, but instead Miguel made them do this whole tour (things Hobie and Gwen have seen), before meeting Miguel.

In my opinion Miguel absolutely planned that, theres no other reason for them to have been there and for the three of them to have to walk through all of that.

They even make them go to the food court for Miguels empanada like how petty can Miguel be lol He literally just wanted to scare Miles

[life-winners-liveblog]

Went through my playlist of feels and chose the best songs I felt sorta fit the situation. Found some bangers I had forgotten

Here’s my list of suggestions:

Antidote, figure it out- Faith Marie

Agoraphobic- Corpse Husband

Would Anyone Care- Citizen Soldier

villain- mj apanay

Pain Is My Best Friend- Narrows North

Are You Satisfied?- Marina and The Diamonds (Thought this was funny cause of the previous mention)

High Low- The Unlikely Candidates

worthless- eli. (This one’s a personal favorite)

And here’s one to represent the people who care and are trying to help:

What The Hell Happened?- Ked

{Sorry for the long list I just really like sharing music}

-Wisp

LL!Martyn: That's a lot of songs.

LimL!Jimmy: We can put them in a playlist and have them in the background while we clean? Maybe?

LL!Martyn: I guess I don't hate that idea.

LimL!Jimmy: Great!

(Honestly? I knew only one of these before this)

~~Antidote~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh this one is nice.

LL!Martyn: Not quite the same situation as me.

LimL!Jimmy: Yeah, because everyone knows that you need help.

LL!Martyn: ... I don't mind the song though.

~~Agoraphobic~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh my gosh whats his voice?!? I ...didn't expect that.

LL!Martyn: Definitely didn't expect the depressing lyrics and the lo-fi beats to study to would mesh so well.

LimL!Jimmy: Oh yeah sure...but the voice!

LL!Martyn: We get it, It's deep. What? Do you...find it hot?

LimL!Jimmy: ... No! I mean not to say It's ugly because It's not but it's not why I-wait...you are messing with me aren't you?

LL!Martyn: Lmao.

~~Would anyone care~~

LimL!Jimmy: Well this is just depressing after depressing.

LL!Martyn: You good Tim? ...wow that was weird... it's usually you asking me.

LimL!Jimmy: Oh It's... nothing...just some unwanted toughts from Limited Life coming back...

~~villain~~

LL!Martyn: Ouch that hit surprisingly close.

LimL!Jimmy: yeah...same...

LL!Martyn: Guess we do have some things in common...even if for different reasons. (Paranoid delusions vs self-worth issues).

~~Pain is my best friend~~

LL!Martyn: ...well I am starting to think these are targeted... Should have expected that.

LimL!Jimmy: Well yeah, the whole reason we are listening to these is to help you... that's kinda the point.

~~Are you satisfied ~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh I know this one! Joel is a big Marina and the diamonds fan...and so is Scott...but mostly Joel.

LL!Martyn: Huh? News to me. Scott I understand...but Joel? Really?

LimL!Jimmy: Oh yeah.

~~High Low~~

LL!Martyn: Huh... I feel like I am more just constantly low.

LimL!Jimmy: I don't thinks thats better????

~~worthless~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh again, bad toughts go away.

LL!Martyn: What...are you doing?

LimL!Jimmy: Pushing the bad toughts away again.

LL!Martyn: I might be insane but I am pretty sure that doesn't work.

LimL!Jimmy: Well this one hit deep...

LL!Martyn: Oh yeah I agree, this one is like...really good.

LimL!Jimmy: I don't see the appeal of music that makes you feel worse... (Prefers happy music when feeling bad)

LL!Martyn: It's cathartic to hear your feelings be sung. (Prefers sad music when feeling bad)

[desire-mona]

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3:39 am, Mar. 5

haii :3c

my name is mona, but u can call me mo, mj, ramona, momo, etc. if any name starting with m calls to you theres a good chance i'll let you call me that.

some basic stuff, im 19, audhdmaxxing, genderfluid maybe???, and use they/them pronouns, and im bi for the sake of a label but my sexuality is pretty enigmatic. i guess queer fits better but eh. thats neither here nor there it changes with the moon

ive got a special in interest internet history so theres a good chance i will make posts about random dead memes or youtube videos or whatever else

my hyperfixations vary VASTLY so i see no point in listing what i fluctuate between, but right now the move is middle aged celebrities who are a little weird

robert sean leonard, chris thile, and danny pudi specifically, but you could squeeze a conversation about david tennant or chris fleming outta me

some media based things i enjoy include: nickel creek / chris thile related things, dead poets society, house md, in the gloaming, community, memento, station eleven, fleabag, spiderverse, saiki k, bistro huddy, rhett and link, and a plethora of different analog horror adjacent videos

so if u have like any of these things in common with me then u can follow me if u want, odds r i will follow u back and think ur awesome and wanna be ur best friend forever and ever and ever and ever and ever

oh and id prefer u were 16+ before following but im pretty lax so dont lose sleep over it

think thats it, baiiii

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[demonlattee]

I have discovered your male MJ and now I want to know MORE about him-

Aka bls gush about him so I can learn all about him and Noir.

OH, BOY. ARE YOU ASKING FOR MY MALCOLM?? ✨💖✨💕💖 I have written a little lore of it! (I warn that I am not a writer and English is not my first language, in case it looks too messy!!)

This is Malcolm Jarvis Watson! He's 34 years old and he's a journalist of the Daily Bugle 🖤

(I ship him with Noir's 2020 comic, In that comic Noir adopts more the personality of the character in the movie. But in general his lore is set in the comics.)

Backstory: Malcolm Jarvis was born into a loving family in the heart of New York. From an early age he was drawn to the world of theater and dreamed of becoming an actor. He often spent his evenings rehearsing monologues and singing songs from shows he attended with his parents. However, tragedy came to him when he was only twelve years old; when the letter arrived from the army advising that his father was missing in action (MIA). Malcolm was devastated by the news and with no other options he had to grow up quickly to protect his sister and help his mother at home. After school, Malcolm did small jobs to help them meet their basic needs. He gave up his dream of becoming a stage actor, focusing on his responsibilities to his family.

When he turned eighteen, MJ left home and moved into an apartment, although he never stopped visiting his mother and sister, providing support with money he saved for them. Desperate to find a way to make ends meet, Malcolm turned to journalism. During this time he discovered that he had a talent for writing and storytelling. His charismatic personality and natural curiosity helped him land a job as a reporter at a local newspaper: the Daily Bugle. He discovered he enjoyed the thrill of chasing news. But the more he rummaged around the city, the more he found New York's dark secrets; cops and politicians commissioning criminals to do their dirty work, mobsters taking over the streets; people starving and attacks on activists fighting for their rights. This only increased Malcolm's determination to show the truth. MJ never forgot his dream of becoming an actor. He attended performances in his spare time, remembering his childhood dream.

• MJ unknowingly went to Aunt May's Bowery welfare center to help her out a little on the days her nephew Peter was not around. He meets Spider-Man Noir by chance, arguing a bit for meddling in crime scenes. But gradually their relationship changes for the better when they notice that the two have a common goal. They started working together in some cases because of the trust they had with each other.

More silly facts:

• Malcolm's birthday is 08/8

• He loves birds! his dream is to have a small cockatiel as a pet.

• Big nerd of musicals/theater(?

• They act like an old married couple. (that's the way you act with your job partner, detective-?)

• Personality: spontaneous, smooth Talker, thrill-seeking, optimistic, chillgoing, gentleman, polite, talkative, social butterfly, “Old fashioned” (and an ESFP! 💛)

• I think about his Voice Claim: Gerardo Reyero (in spanish 🇲🇽) Barry Bostwick (in english 🇺🇸)

A tiny draw in Spiderverse's style! ❤️

And that's all, I guess! I'll post more about them and their lore!! Thank u so much for ur interest in my baby MJ ;v; <3

[kingofpopmj]

A little bit about me!

Everyone calls me Heaven or Nevaeh. I respond to both. It’s kind of an odd story. I was called Nevaeh growing up, but a few years ago, I found out my name is actually Heaven. My birth mother named me Heaven, but as a toddler I was taken in by a different family. They flipped it and started calling me Nevaeh. It’s strange I know, but that’s that I guess.

I play a few instruments and sing. One of the first songs I learned on piano was Human Nature. Music has always been an escape for me. It got me through some of the worst moments of my life.

Obviously, I love Michael. Besides his music, I admire him for who he is. He is the best person I’ve ever known of. As a kid I viewed him as everything I hoped to be one day.. kind, genuine, intelligent, loving, generous— just a lovely human being. He is truly the only positive male role model I’ve ever had.

I love scary movies— like the classic slasher ones.. not really into paranormal stuff I’ve noticed especially when it’s based on a true story 🤣 I can watch it, but sometimes it freaks me out.

I love climbing trees— I know that probably sounds weird, but it’s so peaceful! It’s something I always did as a kid. It’s the best when you want to get away from things. The view is beautiful too. I love being surrounded by nature.

My birth mother loved MJ— she met him a few times. My grandparents used to say that my love for Michael was the only thing her & I had in common.

I have two jobs & attend university, so my days are crazy sometimes. Adulting sucks lol

I love to cook and bake. You name it I can bake it. I’ve made huge tiered cakes for weddings and birthday parties. I’d bake all day everyday if I could. 🤣

That’s about all I can think of at the moment.. Hopefully I didn’t bore you! 🤣♥️

If you have any questions I’d love to answer them!

[anonymityisfunwriter]

New to tumblr, please bear with me😭🙏 I love Bucky x sunshine fics and read them religiously on ao3! Wondering if u could do one where Peter/sunshine are hanging out a lot bc he feels safe with her/looks up to her. Bucky is craving sunshine’s attention so he flirts with sunshine but she just doesn’t really pick up on the ques, and the team is teasing them bc they’re all assuming she understands. Bucky progressively flirts more obviously to try to get her to notice but it’s not working.

Hi! Welcome to Tumblr, friend!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them. So for the flirting ones, I definitely have a few like that already, I can link them here:

From Friends To This, Snow Day, The Compound Conspiracy, 5 + 1 (Flirting Edition) (especially that one, Bucky really lays the flirting on thick), if none of those are exactly what you had in mind, just let me know, I'm always open to more ideas!

BUT THAT PETER ONE. OKAY. OKAY. You're not the only one that's asked for more Sunshine + Peter interactions and that it so cute. Love it. Absolutely love it.

I'm hoping to put Peter in some more one-shots, but here's a little drabble for you. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the ask.

Advice

"Can I ask you for your advice?"

Peter's voice comes from the other side of the common room where he'd been working on homework. It was a common enough occurrence. Today, it was just you and Peter, but there were plenty of times that MJ and Ned also joined him.

You look around the room to find no one else besides you and Peter. You turn back to him pointing at yourself, "You're asking me?"

"Yeah."

"Er... I don't think I'm supposed to be giving advice. That's Steve and Sam territory."

"Nah," Peter disagrees. "I want to hear what you think. Besides if I ask them, Steve'll start calling me 'son' again, and Sam's still pretending I'm invisible."

"Again?" you sigh, shaking your head. Peter wordlessly nods. You dismissively wave your hand, "Don't worry about it, I'll talk to Sam."

"Wait, that wasn't what I needed your advice on! Please?"

"Oh.. sure!" you shrug.

"Well, I guess, I'm sorta having a hard time with the superhero thing. Sam told me that you've never, you know," Peter hesitates, tugging at his collar as an insinuation. "Killed anyone."

You frown, "Oh."

"I mean, I just - I wanted to know how you do it."

"How I don't kill people?"

"No - I mean - Sorta. Sam told me that you hold back a lot," Peter sheepishly explains. "And I guess, I sorta knew that already. I mean you could kill us all if you wanted to. Not that I thought you would do that or anything, but like even with bad guys. And you're just like so happy all the time!"

You take a moment to process Peter's rambling. Your mouth twists apologetically, "Pete, I won't lie to you, I don't think there was a question there."

"You seem decently happy with Mr. Bucky, not that I can really tell because he's always frowning at me. But you are. You're happy. You have a life. I just wanna know how you do it."

"You want to know how I have a life?"

"Is that a stupid question? It's a stupid question, isn't it?"

"No!" you assure Peter. "Of course not! I'm glad you came to talk to me, I'm very wisdomous."

"So?"

"Oh, right..." Your mouth twists as you think about Peter's question for a long moment. "I dunno, that was a choice that I made when I was thrown into this. I didn't want to be someone other people were scared of. I want to be good. I want to believe that people are good."

"Even when they're not?"

You chuckle, "I didn't say it was easy. I forget that sometimes too. That's why you surround yourself with good people. They'll remind you when you forget."

"That's really it?"

"And I listen to a lot of Taylor Swift."

Peter nods in agreement, "Already do that."

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

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[juniebugs]

I call this: Transcribing a real text conversation for Peter Parker & friends (it is incredibly ooc but pls enjoy based on vibes alone)

also warning: not explicit but some sexual humor in there. my friends and i aren't far above the ages of these losers so i'd consider this all age-appropriate banter. :)))

group chat convo between Peter, Ned, MJ, Shuri, and Harley

Peter: mouth_sounds.mp3

Peter: yummy pushy

Ned: WHY DID YOU ACTUALLY SEND THIS HERE

Peter: you told me to

Ned: I TRULY DID NOT

Peter: proof?

Shuri: WHAT IS GOIN ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

Peter: more_mouth_sounds.mp3

Peter: gagged

Ned: HE ASKED ME FOR AN ANIMAL TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION OF

Ned: I SAID FISH

Shuri: LMAO this is incredible

Ned: THATS SO AWFUL PETEB

MJ: It goes hard on 2x

Peter: I could do better if you Pau me

Peter: pay

Peter: thats not the only thing thats hard

Shuri: It's like a chipmunk

Ned: horse_impression.mp3

Ned: heres peter neighing for context of how peacefully this began

MJ: thats an excellent horse

Peter: I'm being exposrd

Peter: thank you mj

Peter: I love you

Peter: guys mane an animal ill do an impressuon

Peter: say fish

Peter: guys say fish

Ned: DONT I REPEAT DONT SAY FISH

Peter: i do a mean fish

Shuri: Please do a fish impression Peter

Peter: ohgodthenoises.mp3

Ned: its the fact that you gag at the end of every fish impression

Peter: its a Peter cladding

Peter: cladsic

MJ: *groaning emoji*

Peter: claddic

Peter: softgroan.mp3

Peter: sory

Peter: my impression of mj when hears fish

Ned: NASTY

Ned: DELETE

Peter: no

Ned: REMOVE

Peter: im too proud of it sory

Peter: dory

Peter: finding dory

Peter: fish?

Peter: fish impression?

MJ: >>(my impression of mj..) Why is this so accurate tho

Ned: im going to vomit

Shuri:>>(why is this so accurate...) Can confirm

Peter: mmmmmm

Shuri: BLAH

Ned: >>(Can confirm) GET AWAY FREAJ

Shuri: sorry hate myself for that

Peter: mmmMMMMmMmMmM

Ned: peter do an impression of a camel

MJ: guys shuri is lying she does not make fish noises *angry emoji*

Ned: thank god

Peter: camel_impression.mp3

MJ: >>(peter do an impression...) Camels don't make noises

MJ: they speak telepathicly

Peter: well my impression ssyd othereisr

Ned: >>(camel_impression.mp3) explain this then mj

MJ: My bad guess I was wrong

Peter: camels store fat not wster

Peter: but u get the point

Ned: "i got water in my humps" is a peak quote i think

Shuri: >>(camel_impression.mp3) WHAT THE FUCK

Peter: guys do u think i have s future career in voice acting

Shuri: I haven't spoke with Peter in person for a bit but I don't believe that's his voice.

Ned: LMAO why not

Ned: >>(guys do u think i have...) yes just avoid bubbleguppies

Peter: i've been hiding this part of myself for a while.. *uwufingeremojis*

Peter: I've been embawwsded

Shuri: Peter let that dawg out in him

Peter: omg Dawg?

Ned: are you going to bark again?

Peter: woofingdogimpression.mp3

Peter: dawg imptrssin

Peter: better than barking

Ned: dammit

Ned: why did it go slow and reverbed at the end

Peter: i got horny

Ned: OH MY GOD STOP

MJ: the dog became a dawg

Peter: raw dawgin that dawg in me

Peter: cat.jpeg

Peter: thsts a cat

Harley: this is the most out of pocket conversation I-

Shuri: Harley control peter he's outta control

Harley: fr

Shuri: he's letting the dawg out

Peter: no I am being very normal

Peter: nuh uh

Shuri: Get the dawg back in that boy

Peter: guys have you heard my fish impression?

Peter: its pretty food

Peter: good

Harley: oh god

Ned: STOP PLEASE GOD

Peter: 123 for fish impression

Peter: 123

Peter: 123

Harley: PETER NOOOOOO

Peter: disturbing_fish_impression.mp3

Peter: you guys asked for it

Ned: STOP GAGGING AT THE END

Peter: you like the gagging?

Ned: oh my god

Peter: I'll be sure to keep doing it

Harley: tell me why that sounded like it was on 2x speed when it was in fact on 1x speed

Peter: just for u

Peter: damn if this is me sober imagined if i was dornk rn

Shuri: YIUR SOBER ?

Harley: peter what have you been doing to fishes to make them sound like that? *eyebrow raised emoji*

Peter: I plead the fifth

Peter: more like

Peter: I plead the fish

Harley: JAIL

Peter: pleasethemouthsoundsstop.mp3

Peter: >>(YIUR SOBER?) yea can't you tell

Harley: I ASSUMED YOU WERE DRUNK BAHAHAHA

Peter: that would be absurd I'm acting so normal rn ha

Peter: ha ha

Ned: (hes been up since 4am)

for my own mental well being i am stopping here also because a.) we then reference like pets and stuff idk how to translate to the mcu and also b.) to recall each audio i had to listen to them. again. god help me.

please let me know if theres someone who you think should've been a different character. (in this instance im ned) i am very curious. also is there a name for this group of friends?? lemme know pls and thank you

and if you read all this i am sorry and thank you!!! :)

[eccentricgrace]

silly texts || peter parker

summary: as you could guess. a compilation of silly texts between peter and co.

tags: humor, fluff, memes, texting fic

wc: 1,686

cross-posted on wattpad under the same name!

fos crew

arachkid: dude i cannot keep swinging past madison square garden

arachkid: i don't even know how it's possible but they keep thinking i'm not real and now i have an ice-cream stain on my suit

Nedward: DID THEY THROW ICECREAM AT YOU

Nedward: LMFAOOOOOOO

arachkid: i just don't understand how would i be a fake

arachkid: i am literally IN THE AIR

em jay: average new yorker versus common sense

Nedward: If only they could see your glorious muscles from the ground

Nedward: then there would be no doubt

arachkid: i'm so tired 😭

em jay: are you coming to class tmrw peter

arachkid: yeah! why

em jay: think about it

arachkid: thinking

need leds

peper partker: help

need leds: Tomorrow is decathlon lol

fos crew

arachkid: yes im coming to decathlon

em jay: Ned.

Nedward: he ASKED

em jay: i'm putting you both next to flash

em jay: table for people with no backbone

arachkid: ☹️

Nedward: Booo! Flash is gonna make me answer his quiz questions if you sit me next to him

arachkid: what's the quiz on

Nedward: history

arachkid: he's asking you for history???

em jay: may his grades rest in peace

Nedward: [attached image]

em jay: lol

arachkid: ohs hit got to go i hear distress

Nedward: "i hear distress" bro thinks he's an avenger

em jay: honorary avenger

Nedward: Dont get shot again tho pete thanks for keeping our city safe n all that 🫡

em jay: the fact that you have to say "again"

Nedward: HES JUST

Nedward: I THOUGHT HE COULD DUCK BULLETS AND STUFF

Nedward: THE LITERAL BLOOD STAINS ON MY CARPET SAYS OTHERWISE

em jay: skill issue just clean blood better

Nedward: you say that like you just KNOW how to clean blood. like that's a normal thing

em jay: think about it

Nedward: Thinking

Nedward: shit nvm I cant even ask Peter for backup bc he's on patrol

Nedward: I'm just gonna go with the cool mysterious idea that you're up to some shady business and I'm not going to ask questions about it

em jay: [attached image]

em jay: ok i KNOW you took a health class

em jay: the american education system is terrible but don't let me down like this

Nedward: OHHHH

Nedward: the monthly witch's sacrament

em jay: everyday i ask god why i'm friends with you two and everyday she refuses to answer me

arachkid: i was gone for five seconds hwhat

em jay: welcome back public enemy no1 what was the distress

arachkid: ok i'm gomna choose not to read into what you just called me there

arachkid: anyways hotdog guy arguing w the slushy guy again

Nedward: AINT NO WAY

em jay: ???again?????

Nedward: MJ DO YOU NOTCKNOW ABOUT THE SLUSHY HOTDOG FEUD

em jay: wtf are you talking about

em jay: wait is this what you meant when you told me the other day to not buy hotdogs off 3rd ave

arachkid: no that's different

Nedward: Wait What's wrong w the hotdog stand on 3rd

arachkid: i've had to talk to him like three times on patrol to stop creeping on girls that r walking by

em jay: gross. what's his ip

em jay: ned

Nedward: Are you trying to get me to use my powers for evil

em jay: does this look like evil-doing to you

Nedward: .

Nedward: Give me one second

arachkid: no need

arachkid: Mr stark is already taking care of it

arachkid: so if he suddenly goes missing don't question it too much

em jay: won't need to question it at all if i get to him first

arachkid: terrifying!

Nedward: I love that it's not directed at us anymore though

em jay: ok but can we go back to the 'slushy dog' feud peter you still haven't answered what the hell that means

arachkid: oh yeah so basically on 71st st there's this slushy guy that keeps coming up with the most disgusting flavors i've ever imagined in my life

arachkid: last time i swung by this guy was doing pickle slushies or something like i can't make this stuff up

Nedward: [attached image]

Nedward: FOUL

Nedward: Didnt you say one time he had done toothpaste slushy

arachkid: yes.

em jay: hm

arachkid: so slushy guy is infamous in that part of the neighborhood basically

arachkid: but then there's HOTDOG GUY

Nedward: Hotdog guy MVP

arachkid: he's new i think?? but he strolled up and he's like, he's the most serious hot dog guy

arachkid: like ever, probably

em jay: can one be serious about hot dogs?

arachkid: this guy can. this guy can

arachkid: apparently he's from chicago so he's like, he makes chicago hot dogs ?? and he hates slushy guy. he literally. he hates slushy guy so much

arachkid: and slushy guy is so funny abt it bc he keeps setting up right next to him and asking him about whether he thinks mustard or ketchup slushies would be a hit and rhat they could be business partners

arachkid: i have had to break up a fight like every two weeks it's insane

em jay: enemies to lovers slow burn 500k word

Nedward: Whaf does that mean💀

em jay: you're unbelievable

arachkid: [attached image]

le artiste

sunshine incarnate: MJ

sunshine incarnate: MJ

sunshine incarnate: MJ

le artiste: what

le artiste: are u ok

le artiste: are you dying

sunshine incarnate: no

le artiste: no you're not ok or no you're not dying

sunshine incarnate: no i'm fine

sunshine incarnate: can you help me i'm doing lit homework

le artiste: sorry i can't read

sunshine incarnate: MJ PLEASE

sunshine incarnate: what are you doing

le artiste: rereading pride and prejudice

sunshine incarnate: thafs not the book we're doing the report on??

sunshine incarnate: wait shit is it

sunshine incarnate: do i have the wrong book

le artiste: no of course it's not you're not that stupid

le artiste: ... what book do you have though.

sunshine incarnate: photo of dorian grey

le artiste: ... picture

sunshine incarnate: hm?

le artiste: picture of dorian grey

sunshine incarnate: oh my bad

le artiste: either way. so sorry to tell you but

sunshine incarnate: no...

le artiste: you have the wrong book

le artiste: that's the one she assigned to the honors class

sunshine incarnate: aurghrhhh

sunshine incarnate: do you know which one do i need

le artiste: your period was assigned wuthering heights

le artiste: do you have a copy

sunshine incarnate: i'll look around, may might

le artiste: do you have patrol tonight?

sunshine incarnate: mmm nope i finished earlier why

le artiste: come on over, ill lend you my copy

sunshine incarnate: really!!!

le artiste: yeah

le artiste: get here in fifteen minutes and you won't miss mr darcy proposing

sunshine incarnate:

le artiste: bring your homework with you

le artiste: nerd

flash (not gordon)

flash (not gordon): PETER

penis parker: oh my god what

penis parker: why are you yelling

flash (not gordon): Caps lock

flash (not gordon): Didn't mean to

penis parker: what is it

flash (not gordon): Were presenting our phys thing tomorrow

penis parker: yeah i know??

flash (not gordon): Don't skip

penis parker: was not planning to

thee tony stark

thee tony stark: Get out of school free card.

thee tony stark: Trouble downtown, would be a good opportunity for some training. What say you?

spidey-kid: hes

spidey-kid: jges

spidey-kid: fhes

spidey-kid: tes

thee tony stark: Don't hurt yourself.

spidey-kid: yes

spidey-kid: gotta be back in school for fourth period though

thee tony stark: Sure.

spidey-kid: ok so do you want me to swing over there or do you have other plans

thee tony stark: I'm outside.

spidey-kid: oh! ok

spidey-kid: do i wear my suit outside?

thee tony stark: Not unless you want Martha down the hall knowing that you're Spider-Man.

spidey-kid: i don't live next to a martha??

spidey-kid: oh you were joking

thee tony stark: Get outside, kid.

spidey-kid: brt

flash (not gordon)

flash (not gordon): Peter

flash (not gordon): Where the hell are you

flash (not gordon): Peter we present third in the class

flash (not gordon): YOU SAID YOU WERENT SKIPPING YOU ASSHOLE

flash (not gordon): [attached image]

flash (not gordon): Second presenters are up Peter I swear to god

flash (not gordon): WHERE ARE YOU!!!!

flash (not gordon): 😡😡😡😡😡😡

flash (not gordon): PETER!!!!

penis parker: SrIRY IA AM RRNTING TO CLASF RIGHT NIW

flash (not gordon): You are the WORST

fos crew

em jay: we as a society need to make sure peter doesn't walk through the school doors without being thoroughly checked for evidence

Nedward: Ayo??

arachkid: i dont wanna talk about it

em jay: too bad! guess what i just watched this loser do

Nedward: What did he do💀💀

em jay: bro gave an entire presentation with flash and the whole time is mask is STICKING OUT OF HIS BACK POCKET

Nedward: PETER💀💀💀💀💀

em jay: from me trying to let him know that, his mask is sticking out of his pocket, to flash trying to subtly sneak over to help hide it from everyone else, to peter who won't shut up about magnetism

em jay: what a class. holy shit

Nedward: I wish I had physics with you guys my class was boring as hell

Nedward: Did flash actually succeed

em jay: i mean

em jay: ok so he got close enough to grab the mask but then peter must have bugged out or something bc he stopped talking very suddenly and was holding flash's arm

em jay: so the mask was just. sitting there. and of course both of them are now looking like fish out of water so i said a joke and had to deflect for them

Nedward: Michelle jones mvp where would we be without you

em jay: i dread to imagine it

arachkid: i have had a very long and hard day

Nedward: It's fine dude!! now you can just solo as our school's infamous spider-man cosplayer

em jay: gonna have to battle flash for the spidey no1 fan title

arachkid: everyone in this group chat is so mean to me

[massive-marvel]

Gwen, MJ, since your weight is in the thousands, are you still mobile? Have you found a place big enough to fit all three of you?

"I'm not really mobile anymore, not properly anyway. I need heavy equipment to get me up off the bed. Or Gwen, when she's around." MJ explained, being a regular human in that regard. "But I don't mind, I still see all my friends when they come visit or call. I've got Felicia and Gwen taking good care of me, and I love my job. My main job, and my...well side line, bring in even more money than ever since I got this big." She added.

"It can get...tricky with the width and bulk of me, rather than the weight. I can move around and still do my hero stuff, but getting stuck in things is a common thing for me. Guess we're lucky that between the three of us, we could afford this apartment. Well, us and an anonymous person who gave MJ and me a big lump some to deposit on this place. It's big enough and equipped to help us where we need it, like the fancy bed and crane for MJ to use. And doorways wide enough for me to fit through, more or less." Gwen explained.

[alexdelray1]

Miles 1610 x Punk Fem Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Category: I think fluff but not really.

This one and bloody last time people. I am Reader Mercury and on my earth 241191 I am not only Spider-Woman but also the best rock star ever.

I have my band called 'MJ' after someone close to me. What else to say? I grew up in the US with my younger sister. Mary Jane Mercury. We had no dad or mom, but we were raised by my godmother Alex. It was she who awakened the spirit of rock and independence in us. When I was 15, a radioactive spider bit me, and I've been the one and only Spider-Woman for a year now. I saved a lot of people and played a lot of concerts. Unfortunately, I couldn't save my little sister from falling off the building. The fucking damn son of a bitch Doctor Octopus took her from me.

- Reda * (make up a diminutive of your name or a nickname) ... Are you okay? - Hobie asked me. He's my male equivalent, only we're a little different.

We were walking around the HQ together to find his new friend that he captured during the mission.

-Yup. I just thought a little. So why don't you tell me more about this friend?- I asked him and adjusted the guitar on my back.

-He's fucking good. He not only has the basic powers of Spider-Man, but also electrifies.- he says, taking off his mask. I don't know why he always sounds more exciting with a mask.

-That's good. I hope he's an anarchist. Is he from New York too, like most of us?- I asked Hobie, crossing my arms.

-He is young. Ho don't have too many things an opinion on it yet. And yes he is from New York. - Hobie replied hanging on me.

-How young?- I asked him.

-He's 16.- he replied, detaching himself from me.

-I'm also sixteen.- I said and he raised his arms together with his eyebrows.

-But don't forget you got an extra IQ from being bitten by a spider so you're an adult for your age.- says Hobie. I know he didn't want it to sound like that.

-You sound like a pedophile. I feel sorry for your comic wife.- I said and he sighed.

-Says someone who will be single by 30.- Hobie teased me. I already planned the fucking murder.

-Says someone whose girlfriend broke up with.- I replied fire to fire.

-Oh, you're really nice today. Something happened? Did your boyfriend break up with you or something?- Hobie asked.

-I'd rather become a fas...cist ... - I said with a break because I saw a pretty boy.

-Hobie! How are you? And who are you?” asked the boy who interrupted my sentence.

-I'm Reader Mercury, but for friends Reda. And I guess that you are Miles Morales? - I introduced myself straightening up.

-Yes, how did you know? Do you know Gwen by the way?- Miles asked me and I smiled.

-First of all, I knew because I've seen a lot of your versions and you have a lot in common. And secondly, which Gwen? - I asked him and looked at Hobie also from him, hoping for an answer.

-The one from earth 65. You know, the one who doesn't have a boyfriend and is alive.- Hobie said, and the bulb over my head went on.

-Oh yes. This Gwen. Of course I know her. She helped me find an anomaly that wanted to blow up the Vatican. Nice chick.- I commented on the girl.

-Blow up the Vatican?- Miles asked.

-Yes. It was some kind of satanist or sorcerer. Kind of bad, but smash.- I said and Hobie and I started laughing.

-Your type of man sucks.- Hobie said, calming his laugh.

-Same as yours.- I commented and we started laughing again.

- Good good. I have to go now because this 'dictator' needs me. Bye.- Hobie said and walked away leaving me alone with Miles.

-Tell me, Miles. In your universe, are you more of a victim or a hero or a killing machine?- I asked him like it was the most normal question in the world.

-What do you mean? And I'm a hero. - He replied and my smile fell a little.

-Everyone thinks like that at first, believe me. Victim means that the canonical moments have taken you too hard. For example, you slowly see die not only Aunt Mai or Uncle Ben, but everyone you love. Literally. Hero means you save almost everyone. For example, Aunt Mai will live to old age and you save your girlfriend and then you have children and all is well. And a killing machine means that even if you don't want to, you'll kill everyone you love. For example, this one Peter. He killed his MJ once in an unusual way. Let's say he came and she left. Do you understand what I mean? - I finished my monologue with a question and Miles had a few second brain lag.

-Yes. I'm sure I'm a hero.- Miles replied confidently.

-Let's hope so. And now I must go. The concert won't play itself.- I replied and started walking away.

-Bye, Reda.- Miles said, waving at me.

-Bye, hero.- I waved back.

END. GUESS WHAT I GOT INSPIRED BY WRITING ABOUT THE BLOWING UP OF THE VATICAN CITY.

[thecomicsnexus]

SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN #165-167 JUNE - AUGUST 1990 BY GERRY CONWAY, SAL BUSCEMA, RENEE WITTERSTAETTER, SUZANNE DELL’ORTO, BOB SHAREN AND RICK PARKER

Spider-man fails to save the life of the Arranger, but his death takes him to England to fight against his killers... Knight and Fogg.

SCORE: 7

It’s so weird to look at Buscema’s art. At times, it looks like a comic-book from the sixties, others from the eighties.

He has great moments, and it is usually thanks to the dynamism in his art, and sometimes a creative use of different layouts.

The script is a little bit hard to get used to. It’s fine, a little bit soap opera, but that sometimes work well in comic-books. I think it was mostly fine, but I could have done without the “Peter Parker gets amnesia after hitting his head”.

I am really curious about the American writers depiction of English people. I mean, the idea that it is always raining in London us not true... but it is common enough to be practically true. But, you know, I never heard an actual brit say “gov’ner”... maybe they stopped saying that after a certain decade and the writers on the other side of the pond didn’t get the memo? Or do they still say it?

And why don’t we say it in Aotearoa?

There is also a minor plot around MJ being alone and being seduced by another soap opera actor... and she feeling conflicted because she was tempted.

OK... but... well... I guess that is... a plot that could work...

If you were wondering, Spidey gets his memory back, right on time, because there weren’t enough pages in the last chapter, so he had to catch up with being Spider-man really fast.

But overall, it was entertaining.

[nimhrudd]

New SpiderMan AU! just dropped.

Last night I had a dream that I was Peter Parker (a.k.a. the one and only spider man) but things were quite different in this universe than in the spiderverse we know and love.

For one thing, Mary Jane was a scrawny skater girl with long, blonde, hair. She was really popular, due to how genuinely nice, cool, and caring she was. Though she didn’t have the best grades, she was street smart and observant. The perfect reporter.

Next up was me. In this universe, I was only snarky and sassy as Spider-Man. But as the Highschool student Peter Parker, I was reserved and quiet. For the most part, I only ever spoke when people spoke to me, but I did my best to be kind. Everyone knew me, but I didn’t have any close friends.

Finally was Flash Thompson (and here’s where things get weird). He was the usual Flash the fans all know and love. Except he had dirty blonde hair and was more of a delinquent lone wolf than a popular sports guy. He was both a bully, and always getting bullied by others.

…oh. Did I mention that in this AU, he’s Mary Jane’s brother? Yeah, it threw me for a loop too.

Anyway, in this AU Flash only ever picked on me (nothing new) but the only difference was that I was always kind to him and stuck up for him no matter what. So the bullying didn’t last long.

We eventually became friends (or as Flash would call it “not enemies.”). The more time we spent, the more I found out about Flash’s past. In this AU, his parents were divorced. Mary Jane stayed with their mother, living a healthy and loving life. But Flash was stuck with their abusive father and Stepmother.

Long story short, I beat up Flash’s father and stepmom as Spider-Man, thus sending them to prison for illegal drug. In this AU, Flash has enhanced awareness (and a boat load of common sense) thanks to living in a toxic family situation. So yeah, he found out I was spider man.

In return for keeping my secret I let him live with me in my apartment. My parents were very much alive, but always away on business trips in this AU, so there was plenty of space for the two of us.

School life didn’t get much easier though. He was still getting beat up by members of his sports team, so more often than not I would intervene and tell them off. Flash’s relationship with the teachers got better though, thanks to the fact that he had proper time to focus on school work instead of surviving at home. Overall, it didn’t take long for Flash and I to grow closer.

In this spiderverse, I had liked Flash for a while now, but never wanted to tell him my feelings due to how much he was dealing with in his personal life. However, MJ continuously encouraged me to confess, leading to one faithful day out in a car.

Flash and I were relaxing, listening to music and such. I decided to first ask him if he liked girls or boys, to which he replied “I’m bisexual. Why? You interested?”

I laughed off the flirtatious tone in his voice, but couldn’t hide the blush on my face. “Maybe.”

You can guess what happened next.

And then I woke up. So that’s cool. What a weird dream.