#no way home spoilers

[unicornspwnall]

SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME: THE MORE FUN STUFF (2022) dir. Jon Watts

[unipacas]

very belated nwh art i finally got around to finishing, i absolutely love these stupid boys 🕷💥🕷💥🕷

[redladydeath]

The fact that the full version of this scene isn’t in the NWH extended cut is a crime

[spiderlinging]

When Peter was forced to find his own apartment, he knew the first place to look. He smiled to himself as he gazed out of his new window to look at the mural in the distance. For the first time since May's death, he sleeps the full night through, knowing that Iron Man is watching over him.

[twilight-zoned-out]

my favorite Andrew Spider-Man moment in NWH was when Electro goes “you’re just a kid” and Andrew kind of just shrugs because no one knows how old his version of Spider-Man is supposed to be at this point

[givemea-dam-break]

A Familiar Feeling

pairing: peter parker (th) x (gender neutral) reader

warnings: major No Way Home spoilers!!!!

words: 820

a/n: so basically i've been in my feels about no way home for the past 5/6 months and have been desperate to write a sad fic based on it, but i wanted to give it plenty of time to settle before doing so so that it's less likely to be a spoiler for people. i hope you enjoy! :) p.s. it didn't even end up being sad i can't believe that i'm evolving

It's snowing outside today.

The Moondance Diner is cool, but not so much so that you're shivering, and the mug of hot chocolate MJ made for you warms your hands through the knitted gloves you insisted you'd keep on. There's something else, though, something that seems to heat you to the bone. Something you're forgetting.

"This is so good," Ned murmurs, staring at his mug of hot chocolate as if it's a gift from some otherworldly being. "MJ, you're getting better at making these."

MJ's lips quirk up slightly, barely enough to be classed as a smile. "I'd hope so, I've been working here for a good few months."

There's a tug in your chest, a feeling trying to remind you of something, but you suppose it's just a feeling of deja vu. You've been having a lot of those lately. Taking another sip of the drink, you smile at both of your friends. "I think they've always been good, MJ."

"There we go." MJ gestures toward you. "Someone who appreciates my work. That'll be another drink on the house for you, my dear friend."

Ned makes an offended sound, but it only makes the three of you laugh. It feels good to just be sitting with them again. The past few months have been riddled with stress from going to college, and you've barely seen your two closest friends, but the December holidays have allowed you all to meet up again in your home town. It's the best you've felt since...

Since...

You frown, trying to remember the memory that just filled you with such warmth and happiness, but it refuses to surface.

Before you can think any further, the bell at the door jingles as it opens, and you look over to see who's entered, just as you always have done but, this time, you're struck with that same feeling of deja vu.

The boy who walks in is around the same age as you, sixteen or seventeen, with rosy cheeks and soft brown hair that curls under the edges of his dark beanie. He tucks something into his pocket quickly, eyes darting around as if he's not sure of where he is or how he got there. His eyes fell on you, a warm brown that was distinguishable from almost a dozen feet away, a colour that sent a shiver running down your spine.

As he walked up to the counter, you turned to Ned and murmured, "Have we met that boy before?"

Ned looked up from his phone, away from some new Star Wars post, to look at the newcomer, and squinted his gaze. "I - I don't think so. Maybe he's got a face that makes you think you know him."

"Maybe," you agreed, but you even believe yourself. Something about this boy... He stirred up strange feelings that you recognised but couldn't place.

After being served his drink, the boy took a deep breath and strode over, stopping just beside where you sat.

"Can I help you?" you asked, not unkindly.

"Hi, um," he pauses, "my name's Peter."

At his nervousness, a small smile rose on your lips. "Y/n," you replied. "Are you lost, or something? I can give you directions if you need."

"Uh, no, it's alright," he said, rocking on his heels slightly. "I just - uh - wanted to introduce myself, I guess."

You glance at MJ, who just shrugs, before looking back at this Peter. "Well, nice to meet you."

Something shifts in his face, something painful, but it's there barely a second before he's smiling, wide and bright. He grips his drink tightly, bobbing his head slightly.

"See you around."

"See you," you say, brows creasing slightly.

As he leaves, despite only just meeting him, there's a part of you that wanted him to stay, like some old, hidden part of your soul remembers part of his. He glances in the diner's window once he's outside, his eyes catching yours, and for a moment, just a moment, an image of his face, bloodied and bruised but perfect, appears in your mind.

"What's this?" MJ says, pointing down at the counter in front of you.

Looking down, you pick up the torn piece of paper. It's crinkled and breaking into almost perfectly straight lines as if it's been folded and unfolded far too many times, but the ink on it is still dark and legible.

Peter Parker, it says, followed by a series of numbers you can only assume is his phone number.

You can only smile, your face suddenly warm. Whatever it is about him, the familiar part that you can't discern, it tugs on something inside you, begging to be paid attention to.

With a grin, you type the number into your phone.

[mgparker]

fortuitous chaos | ii

[tasm!peter parker x reader]

based on loki! and the amazing spider-man!

summary: at the TVA, you and peter discover there’s a greater truth beyond your craziest expectations. and you make an unlikely acquaintance who proposes an intriguing deal.

warnings: snarky peter, mobius being mobius, TVA x loki, plotholes for sure, unedited

masterlist!

“Reset the timeline.”

“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” You demanded, wincing as handcuffs are secured around your wrists.

Around you, the office workers stand in confusion, some running toward the elevators frantically. Others clutch their phones to their ears.

Your feet barely keep up as the armored men march you closer to the portal. You want to fight but you know there’s really no use. It would be a waste of energy. You’d already gone through one mysterious portal—your own—so what’s the point in fighting this one?

You spare one more glimpse at the world around you before you’re pushed through the door.

And it’s like walking into a completely different dimension—a brown hue rested over the grand circular room you were now being ushered into.

You feel like a ragdoll, tossed around until you were stumbling into the desk in the middle of the room.

“Hello, welcome to the Time Variance Authority!”

You’re perplexed. “Thanks?”

The man at the front desk looks innocent enough, giving you a genuine smile before handing you a small flyer.

You feel like an idiot, being strung along as if you had nothing else to do with your time. Wherever the hell you are and whatever the hell is going on—you don’t have time for it.

“What’s this?” You grit through clenched teeth.

The front desk guy smiles kindly. “A little information about our facility, Miss…?”

You tell him your last name, scanning the paper quickly. Something about the TVA and their slogan “For All Time, Always.”

This is absurd. It has to be a dream… or maybe you’re on drugs? A puff too far? You’re not sure but again, you don’t have any other option but to comply. Your guards are still standing a few feet away, watching you with precise calculation.

“Great,” the guy collects the paper when you’re finished reading. “Thank you for your cooperation. My name is Casey if you have any questions.”

“Why thanks, Casey,” your tone is dripping with sarcasm. “I happen to have a million questions. Starting with where the hell am I?”

“The Time Variance Authority, ma’am,” repeats Casey.

“That helps a whole lot,” you fume, narrowing your eyes at the guy. A pair of hands seize your arms, manhandling you once again. This time, you have plenty to say about it.

You struggle against their grip. “I’m perfectly capable of walking by myself!”

The guard ignores you, shoving you into an open elevator and clicking a button to shut the doors immediately.

Panic grips your throat, and you surge forward to escape. The doors shut with a gentle click!

Blankly, you nod slowly at the wall, numb from the severe turn of events. You’d started your day normally— going to Oscorp like you did every Sunday and working on your formula like usual. On a normal day, you wouldn’t have gotten interrupted by anyone, especially not by a brunette stranger who seemed to have some sort of hero complex. Not to mention, you’re pretty certain he’s the web-slinging vigilante of New York (if the web incident was any indication).

Suddenly, you feel burning rage toward Peter Parker. A part of you knows it’s unreasonable to place all the blame on him, because in all honesty, this entire situation is likely your fault, but if he hadn’t walked into your lab, none of this would’ve happened!

You would be working peacefully on the sixth floor of Oscorp, probably making no progress at all but you would take that over whatever this situation is. Hell, you don’t even know if you’re making it out of this alive!

For fuck’s sake—you’re a criminal!

Your dive down the rabbit hole is interrupted when the doors finally open, revealing a small room with what appears to be a security scanner. Similar to the ones you’d see at the entrance of Oscorp.

A voice brought your attention to a man standing on the other side of the scanner.

“Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do, in fact, possess what many cultures would call a soul.”

Oh…what the fuck.

Your brain is scrambled at this point, heart racing and hands shaking from the insane circumstances through which you’ve been put through in the last ten minutes. Between having an identity crisis and having your clothes literally lasered off your body, only to have an ugly brown jumpsuit magically appear on you, your heart was one scare away from cardiac arrest.

Groaning from the impact of falling straight through the ground, you pull yourself to your feet, cursing every force above for your dreadful fate.

“Please sign here to confirm that this is everything that you’ve ever said.”

Oh God, give me a break. You beg silently.

You glare at the woman behind yet another desk. Your eyes drop down to the stack of papers she’s pushing toward you. It’s a decent stack, nothing crazy but enough to tell you that maybe you should go out and socialize more.

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” you mutter, ready to sign the paper before the sound of the printer stops you. The woman holds up a finger, retrieving the newly printed page and stamping it before setting it on the very top of the stack. On it, the sentence you’d just said is in bold print.

You open your mouth to verbalize the absurdity of the situation but then decide against it. Aggressively signing the damn thing, you hope this is the last step of your ridiculous initiation into the TVA.

Thankfully it is. Another door opens and you’re walking into a waiting area. A ticket printer is staring you straight in the face.

“Take a ticket,” a suited man demands from the corner of the room. You grit your teeth, instantly annoyed by his tone. Regardless, you grab the ticket, eyeing his baton wearily.

Shuffling forward miserably, you trudge through the line, watching the man in front of you with mild interest. He was the only other person in line, arguing with the guard by the closed door the line led to. The sound of a door opening causes you to look back and the sight fills you with unexpected relief.

It’s Peter. Dressed in the same ridiculous jumpsuit as you and looking defeated. He didn’t argue with the guard, grabbing a ticket and slowly making his way through the mostly empty line.

His eyes seemed to light up when he saw you.

“Hey,” he breathed. “I thought I’d never find you.”

You were hit with an overwhelming guilt. “I’m sorry,” you rushed.

“What?”

You avoid his eyes. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t stepped through the portal in the first place, none of this would be happening—”

“Hey, don’t say that. It was my choice to follow you. You didn’t force my hand,” Peter assures, tilting his head down to try to meet your gaze. Your face remains stubbornly pointed at the ground. “Let’s just focus on getting through this and maybe we can go home soon. Okay?”

You stare into his eyes for a minute. He’s being genuine, you can tell. How was he not screaming curses at you for dragging him into this? You have no idea. “Okay.”

“I don’t understand what’s happening. They have the wrong people. This has to be a mistake—"

The TV in the corner powered on, stunning you to silence.

“Hey there! You’re probably saying they have the wrong people, this has to be some sort of mistake.”

Instantly, your mouth drops open, gaping at the little clock lady like you’d gone insane. That’s the only explanation—you are literally losing your mind. A glance to the left confirms that Peter is also questioning every single life decision he’s ever made.

“Welcome to the Time Variance Authority!” She continues. “I’m Miss Minutes, and it’s my job to catch you up before you stand trial for your crimes. So, let’s not waste another minute. Settle in, sharpen your pencils, and check this out!”

Thunder cracks through the room, the volume of the tv muting anything else so that all you could focus on was her. A little animation played on the screen. “Long ago, there was a vast multiversal war…”

Your jaw is on the ground by now, turning slowly to meet Peter’s gaze. He’s on the same boat as you—whatever your experiment did to transcend the barriers of time and space… well, it’s safe to say someone else has already done it.

“Countless unique timelines battled each other for supremacy, nearly resulting in the total destruction of… well, everything. But then, the all-knowing Time-Keepers emerged, bringing peace by reorganizing the multiverse into a single timeline— the Sacred Timeline. Now the Time-Keepers protect and preserve the proper flow of time for everyone and everything. But sometimes, people like you veer off the path the Time-Keepers created. We call those Variants. Maybe you started an uprising or were just late for work. Whatever it was, stepping off your path caused a nexus event, which, left unchecked, could branch off into madness… leading to another multiversal war.

“But don’t worry! To make sure that doesn’t happen, the Time-Keepers created the TVA and all its incredible workers. The TVA has stepped in to fix your mistake—”

“Oh thank God, what would we ever do without the TVA, right?” You blurt sarcastically. Peter shoots you a stern look, invested in the cartoon. You roll your eyes but continue watching the TV.

“—and set time back on its predetermined path. Now that your actions have left you without a place on the timeline, you must stand trial for your offenses. So, sit tight and we’ll get you in front of a judge in no time! Just make sure you have your ticket and you’ll be seen by the next available attendant… For All Time, Always!”

The screen cuts to black, leaving you stunned. The two of you stare at the abyss for a good minute.

You clear your throat suddenly. “Well…we’re going to die.”

“Why would you say that?” Peter whines, stomping his foot down childishly. Inside, he’s wrecked with anxiety. His eyes stare at your impassive face, searching for any clues as to why you made that predetermination. He finds nothing other than your blank pleasing features… beautiful features—gorgeous even. Maybe he should just stop while he’s ahead.

“How are you taking this so well?” You ogle. “I’m freaking out here, dude!”

“I can assure you I’m not taking this well. I am definitely not taking this well and I’m really starting to regret helping you with the formula at all.”

You laugh humorlessly, panic slipping through your tone. “Oh, you’re just now starting to regret that? I started to regret every life decision I’ve ever made that’s gotten me here as soon as they put this—” you tugged at your neck with disgust. “—collar on my neck.”

You take his silence as an opportunity to continue. “Can’t you web us out of here somehow? I saw your little party trick from earlier, Spider-Man.”

“Then you must’ve seen how quickly they put a stop to that,” he says with a bite of irritation this time. “Besides, if I could somehow use my webs to escape, how would we get out of here? Where even is here?”

“Touché,” you nod, knowing he was right. “Touché. Look dude I’m sorry. I’m nervous and stressed and I didn’t have my cup of coffee this morning so I’m kinda losing it already.”

“Next!” The minuteman at the front of the line beckons you over, requesting your tickets and then ushering you through the doors where a judge would be waiting.

Like a robot, you go through the motions, allowing the armored woman from earlier—who you’d later identify as Hunter B-15—to guide you down the aisle and to the stand. At the front sat the judge, a woman with a stern expression and a fierce posture.

“Parker, Variant P12012, known as Peter Benjamin Parker and Y/L/N, Variant L20712, known as Y/N Y/L/N. You’re both charged with sequence violation 1-12-25. How do you plead?”

She seems irritated, you note. As if it didn’t matter what you said, this was just a simple formality.

“Uh—I’m confused. I have no idea what’s going on—”

She cuts Peter off with an eye roll. “Are you guilty or not guilty?”

“Do we both have to plead the same way? Or can we have our own separate statements?” You wonder. “Not that either of us are guilty in any way but it’s just something that’s useful to know—”

“Guilty or not guilty?” The judge deadpans. Peter tries to hide his amused smile by ducking his head.

“We didn’t commit any crimes! I don’t really know her but she seems like a decent person—”

“Thanks,” you whisper to Peter.

“—and I can tell you in full certainty I didn’t rob or steal from the Time-Keepers or the Sacred Timeline.”

His words throw you off. “Wait, what?”

“Your crime was graver than petty theft, Mr. Parker,” the judge accuses, intertwining his fingers and resting her hands against her desk. “You disrupted the proper flow of time.”

Feeling attacked, Peter pointed at you. “So did she!”

“Dude!”

“You both committed the crime, whether you plead guilty or not. So, stop wasting our time and answer my question.”

Desperation creeps around the corner. “Okay, okay. Can you please elaborate on whatever ‘crime’ we committed?” You did little quotation marks with your fingers.

The judge gives you a cold look, taking a deep breath before answering your question. “Crossing into another universe was never supposed to happen. You and Mr. Parker were never supposed to meet this way and consequentially, your formula was never to be solved.”

“I beg your pardon—”

“Your actions have left you with no place on the Sacred Timeline.”

You nearly roll your eyes. “I’m aware of that. Are you saying that without this guy, I would’ve never solved the formula I’ve worked all my life for?”

The judge sighs exasperatedly. “Yes.”

Wow. That was a blow to the ego. Without this six-foot ball of anxiety, you would’ve never accomplished anything significant in life. At least significant to your standards.

On the Sacred Timeline (the correct timeline, if any of this shit was even real), you’re never meant to succeed.

Great.

The look of sympathy Peter is sending your way embarrasses you. “That is just wonderful news to hear, Judge…” You narrow your eyes at the nameplate on her stand. “…Renslayer.

“But nevertheless… not guilty.” You’re certain of your verdict.

“I agree with her, ma’am,” Peter points at you like a child lost in a supermarket.

Judge Renslayer exchanges an amused glance with Hunter B-15. With the ghost of a smirk on her lips, she slams the gavel down. With bated breath, you await her verdict. “Mr. Parker, Miss. Y/L/N, the court finds you guilty and I sentence you to be reset. Next case, please!”

“Excuse me—”

“Reset?!”

“Ravonna.” The voice drags your attention to a man you hadn’t noticed before. He was white-haired and wearing a beige suit. The man walks to the stand with purpose. “You know they can be of use.”

“No,” she says firmly before leaning over the desk to exchange harsh whispers with the agent.

Peter leans toward you as far as he can. Hunter B-15 had a tight grip on your arms. “You might be right. I think there’s a great chance we might die.”

His words squash any bit of hope you have, heart plummeting to the ground violently until it’s on the floor in a giant, messy heap of emotions.

Tears of frustration well up in your eyes, clouding your vision as you took a moment to stare up at the ceiling. When did life get you here? Why, why, why—

The agent finishes his talk with Judge Renslayer, striding toward you with a wide grin. It’s inviting, trusting. But the simple fact makes you instantly suspicious.

“Miss. Y/L/N, Mr. Parker. I’m Agent Mobius and I have a little preposition for you.”

“You know, I’m a big fan,” Mobius admits in the elevator, smiling sheepishly at Peter who stood on your left. Mobius was on your right. Essentially, you were in the middle of a fan interaction.

“Really?” Despite the circumstances, Peter smiles brightly, a bit shocked that someone appreciated his heroic efforts.

“Oh yeah. Got a whole Spider-Man thing going on in my office. I’ll take you to see it sometime.”

“That sounds great, man. I appreciate the support—”

“Can we stop pretending like all of this is okay?” You snap suddenly, fed up with the small talk. “I mean, one second I was at Oscorp, not even sure that the multiverse actually existed and now I’m at, what do you call this, the TVA?”

The elevator falls silent. Mobius raises his eyebrows, blowing a puff of air.

“And don’t get me started on you,” the agent gives you an impressed look.

You sigh, pinching your forehead. “What are you talking about?”

Mobius shrugs. “I’ll give you something to think about. You two were never meant to meet the way you did.”

“We’re aware of that,” you nodded.

The agent gives you a knowing smile. “Truth is, you were supposed to be enemies.”

“Enemies?” Peter repeats. His brows shoot up to his hairline. Sure, your fiery attitude irritated him to no end, but he didn’t consider you enemy material. “What do you mean enemies?”

“You know... the classic hero versus villain concept, good versus bad, yada yada yada.”

You’re perplexed, though that seems to be your default state ever since you stepped through your damned portal. “You mean… me being the villain,” you enunciate slowly. That seemed highly unlikely, but it was you against Spider-Man… Your odds weren’t looking too hot.

“Well… not necessarily,” Mobius leads you out of the elevator once the doors open. 

The comment goes over your head but Peter catches onto it immediately. Stumbling behind you, he eyes Mobius M. Mobius suspiciously. Like seriously—whose name is Mobius M. Mobius?

The three of you arrive in front of a tall door, guards positioned on either side. Mobius flashes his ID card and they promptly let you through. It’s a large room, empty besides a table with a few chairs in the middle. The walls are strange, layered with what appears to be floating bricks.

You’d say it confused you, but your brain was slowly starting to process the fact that things were anything but normal here in the TVA.

“Sit, sit,” urges Mobius, taking a seat as if he were inviting you for a game of cards.

You and Peter share a brief glance before complying.

It’s silent for a few moments, the tension palpable as all three of you stared at each other blankly. If you listened hard enough, you’re sure you’d hear distant crickets.

Peter’s the first to break the silence. “What’s going on?” He sounds uncertain, a bit nervous—like he’s just been called into the principal’s office.

Mobius tapped a pencil against the table. “I’ll get straight to the chase. I know you two would appreciate that a lot more than some idle small talk.”

You’re surprised—you can tell Mobius loves to chit chat.

“We have an issue here,” he begins. “We’ve been tracking it for some time now, but it’s something we’re going to need extra reinforcement with.”

Your curiosity peaked. “How would we help you?”

“There’s a variant we’re chasing—well, no—two variants we’re chasing. They’re partners, wrecking havoc in various points of the timeline which we’ve had to fix time and time again. We’re trying to figure out what they’re doing, why they’re doing it, and how to catch them.”

Peter sensed Mobius was on the cusp of a huge revelation. “Why would we help you?”

Mobius leans forward for dramatic buildup. You notice it immediately and yet fall into his scheme—this was like getting to the best part of your favorite tv show.

“One of the variants we’re chasing,” Mobius shifts his gaze solely onto you. “…is you.”

The next few hours were spent in that same vast room, huddled around the small table as Mobius explained the bizarre circumstances of your variant’s attacks. The first question you had when he’d dropped the bomb on you was how any of this was possible.

Mobius delved into an explanation. “In the events of the Sacred Timeline, you conduct an experiment that goes wrong. It grants you powers that you eventually use against Spider-Man as rivals. Only, this variant had a change of heart after the battle, which caused a nexus event. Anywho, shortly after the TVA brought her in, she—well, you—escaped. After that, it didn’t take long for you to start appearing all over the timeline. We sent our crew out each time, but you’ve managed to outsmart even the best of us.”

You had a million questions; the words threatened to spill carelessly but instead you regained a bit of composure, clearing your throat and picking one inquiry at a time. “You said there’s two variants you’re after. Are they both me?”

“No,” Mobius shook his head. “The other variant escaped a while before you did. Somehow, the two of you ended up finding each other.”

Your mind was in fucking shambles. “Right…”

“This is a lot to take in,” Mobius said sympathetically. Though, if anything, it filled you with anger. Rage, even. How could he sympathize? His organization took you away from your life, just because you’d made a decision out of free will (something that evidently you never even fucking had in the first place).

“You’re right,” Peter speaks up finally, chewing his bottom lip absentmindedly. “It is a lot to take in. What would we get out of this?”

You look up in interest.

“Well for starters, you’re not getting pruned.”

All these damn TVA words are making no sense in your brain. “Which in layman’s terms means—”

“Death,” Mobius clarifies with a smile.

Your lips form an ‘O,’ suddenly liking Mobius’ plan a lot more. Beside you, Peter raises his eyebrows, staring at the table with newfound interest.

“Is there really no way we can just slip back into our timeline?” You tried. “I mean, it seems absurd that we’ve literally been left with no place in the universe.”

“Your place can be here in the TVA. Catching bad guys, doing your part to keep the universe in harmonious order.”

His words brought you a sudden realization, eyes narrowing in suspicion as you leaned forward against the table. You cross your arms and give him a pointed look. “How did you get here, Agent Mobius? How did you get to the TVA?”

Peter perks up.

Mobius doesn’t seem to falter, giving you that same easy smile. “The Time-Keepers created the TVA and all its workers.”

“Uh-huh,” Peter drawls. “Are you even human then?”

“Peter what—?”

Mobius waves you off. “Don’t worry, Peter. You’re the only one of your kind. No cross-species beings around here.”

Some part of that sentence was a lie, and you could sense it as soon as it slipped from his tongue. “We have no other choice then.”

Mobius watches the last gleam of hope leave your eyes. Your posture screamed defeated. A glance at Peter showed him the opposite. His gaze held suspicion and determination, something Mobius had to keep a tab on.

“Unless you want to be pruned,” Mobius shrugs. “No.”

Peter glances at you, searching your face for an answer. You stare back at him, feeling a sense of comfort in his brown eyes.

His eyes dart along your face before he turns back to Mobius.

“We’re in.”

this is unedited and i haven’t even read it over so this will prob be edited later!!

— elle <33

[sunwarmed-ash]

Mirror Images

Chapter 1: Easy as 1,2,3

Ships: Petercest/PeterPoly (Peter 1/Peter 2/Peter 3)❤💙🕸🕷

Fandom: All Spiderman Movie Universes, Post No Way Home

Rating: Explicit (sexual content)🔞🔞

Tags: Threesome M/M/M, emotional sex, rough sex, top!Andrew, top!Tobey, bottom!Tom, hair pulling pink, everyone is bisexual, Daddy Kink, porn with plot, pheromone kink, minor angst

Summary:

I wonder how alike we really are.

It was a thought he’s revisited several times since he met the older and younger versions of himself almost a month ago.

They are sitting in the living room of their communal two-bedroom apartment when Parker finally decides to put his ‘little experiment’ into action.

He couldn't help it when he had a hypothesis, he wouldn’t be able to close that specific mental browser until it was fully tested using the scientific method. He was a scientist, sue him. Plus, being stuck in an alternate universe with two incredibly awesome, unbelievably sexy, variants of himself was absolute torture, he had to find new ways to keep himself sane somehow. He’s sitting closest to the youngest Peter Parker when he says it, so he starts his experiment with him.

“Hey Peter, I'm curious about something.”

[optimisticrunawaygalaxy]

My mission is to make this man look as tired and exhausted as I physically can

[literateish]

why does spiderman only have eleven months?

because he doesn’t have may.

[unicornspwnall]

SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME: THE MORE FUN STUFF (2022) dir. Jon Watts

[colorsofinquiry]

When Andrew’s Peter said that he stopped pulling his punches in No Way Home, it made me realize something. At the end of The Amazing Spider-Man 2, Andrew’s Peter, hears Gwen’s graduation speech about hope and that inspired him to take up his responsibilities as Spider-Man again. Which is shown when he decides to confront Rhino. We can assume he won considering he’s older when he shows up and calls Rhino his craziest monster. However, I think he never truly recovered from the loss, and thinking about the ways he could have saved Gwen definitely broke him emotionally, so eventually it became hard to not let that rage take over. As a result, he stopped pulling his punches and became bitter. Saving MJ in No Way Home was a redemption for him, as he avoided Tom’s Peter going through what he did, but it also made him feel that in a way he had saved Gwen, he had truly learnt from his previous devastating mistake and made sure that it was not repeated again. That’s what makes that moment so heart braking and also makes us feel glad that he got a second chance to save someone in a similar position and he was finally able to do so. 

[malk-me]

Peter 3: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Peter 2: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Peter 3: Yes!

Peter 1: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

[penpatronuswhump]

Peter Three - tingle thing, but not for bread. *Shrug.

Peter One - tingle thing, but not for bananas. Ouch!

Peter Two - tingle thing, but not for webs. “Gross!”

Spider-Man fans - “tingle thing”… For them 😉❤️ *Swoon

[murderedbyhomework]

I know I'm really late to this train, but I'm so tired of people regularly hating on Peter Quill for infinity war. Now this has nothing to do with the actor and his controversy, because I don't want to get into that right now, but seriously, the hate is completely unwarranted in the character's case. I can't believe people are actively hating on Quill for having a human, completely normal, albeit ill timed emotional response. Peter Parker is the fandom's darling, and I'm not saying that's undeserved, but in no way home he completely blew up over Aunt May's death and tried to kill Green Goblin, and for now I don't see anyone hating on him. Both Peters have lost basically everyone they loved already, and then they find out that the last person left is killed, but I don't see anyone hating on Peter Parker, so why Quill? Moreover, however agonising May's death was, Green Goblin had little to no interaction with May, not really, but Thanos was the main cause of Gamora's pain and her life long abuser, and instead of her getting the chance to heal, she's killed by her abuser. That's not fair to her, and Peter, being utterly in love with her, failed to prevent that from happening, although it wasn't his fault. Like hate on him for any other reason, but really, why hate on him for being human with emotions? I don't see Parker hate about his attempted murder attempt with Green Goblin, not that he deserves it, which of course proves my point.

[movieexpert1978]

Hi! I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, could you do a doc ock x fem reader. Where it’s set in NWH and the reader is a black widow. And Otto is just absolutely astounded that someone could fight like that without any enhancements and freak accidents? I love your wrting and the way you potty’s Otto. Keep it up!

here you go!!! Sorry it took so long to get out, hope you enjoy it.

some violence, spoilers of NWH, happy ending

tag list: @illiana-mystery @randomfandomtrash28 @doctoraceus

@curbitkirby @tsukiakarinobara

He should have seen it coming sooner. It was a miracle that Peter sensed it. Norman was gone and the Goblin took over. When he had been knocked out of the building by Electro, he feared the worst. He thought his new chip was destroyed already. It was an instant relief when he felt the chip was still sturdy and intact. Now Otto wasn’t sure what to do next. He walked in allies so familiar yet so foreign to him. The Daily Bugle was going off on every screen Otto could see. Even in his own world he never liked that paper. He learned that one female was DOA. He had no doubt it was May.

“I’m sorry Peter,” Otto said quietly to himself. He did hope the kid was physically ok at least. He did his best to hide in the shadows for the moment and figure out his next move. However, he could feel someone watching him. The arms looked around quickly trying to find the stalker. He heard the shuffling off feet someone was moving. He decided to go on the attack. The arms shot out and made his opponent jump. It was a woman in all black as she used the arms for leverage to land on her feet.

“Leave me alone!” Otto shouted as the arms started moving again. She dodged and weaved just right to get closer and land a punch at his chest. He grunted and one arm grabbed her back and literally threw her away. He scaled up to get more space on the rooftops, but it seemed like the woman was just as fast almost.

“I said get away!” He snapped.

“I can’t do that.” She answered as she kept dodging the arms. She noticed a metal spike appeared out of one of them. She times it right and the spike slams into the concrete roof.

“Damn it!” Otto growls. She takes her chance and manages to get her knife up to his throat to make him freeze. “Stop! Please don’t kill me!” He pleads.

“My name is Doctor Otto Octavious. I know this is going to sound ridiculous but…I’m from another universe.” He explains. She pulls her knife away and tucks it back into her belt.

“Truce.” She states holding up her empty hands up. Otto is puzzled but doesn’t attack.

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“No, I just want to talk. My name is Amber.”

“Amber…after your hair?” Otto smirks.

“I know, I get that a lot, but I was born with that name. Fall is my favorite season hence the orange hair.” She adds. “Trust me Doctor. I’ve heard a lot of weird shit especially these last few days with all these other…odd characters moving around. New York city has seen a lot of crazy shit,” she smirks.

“Fair enough…who are you exactly? Are you working with Spider-man?” Otto asks.

“No, I’m on my own. Although I used to be a Black Widow a.k.a. a master assassin,” she says casually.

“Oh…just that.” Otto shrugs. What else could he say? She lowers her hands and holds hers out to shake his. Otto carefully shakes it.

“I’m guessing you’re not with the others since you ran away from that mess in Queens.”

“Yes…I’m worse. I’m a coward,” Otto admits shamefully. “I was only worried about myself. I should have gone back to help Peter.”

“What happened?”

“Peter saved me. When these arms became fused to my body, there was a chip I had installed to protect myself from their AI it was destroyed. Peter fixed it and gave me back control. I was so worried that the chip was broken again I just ran.”

“I take it the chip is still intact?”

“Yes…I’m not exactly sure what to do now. By the way…do you have any powers?” Otto asked curiously.

“No,” she smirks. Otto blinks in surprise.

“You move fast.”

“Thank you…I always practice.” She says with a little twirl.

“I can’t believe you did that. I don’t think I hit you.”

“Oh you did, I’m just trained to react later.” She smirks. Otto nods slowly, kind of in shock at how casual she is about this. Suddenly they hear a beeping noise and Amber pulled out her phone. “Daily Bugle stuff…what are they doing now?” She grumbles “The only reason I watch this idiot is because they like to follow the odd characters like you or Spider-man.” Otto nods as she taps the screen.

“Peter!” Otto gasps. The kid was talking to Jonah with some kind of box in his hand and giving away his location at the Statue of Liberty. “I have to get there! He needs my help.”

“The kid has a plan for sure, but still I can get you there. I got a boat.” Otto looks around to get his bearings finally before he picks her up and they’re moving. She squeaks in surprise and holds onto him tightly. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that,” she yelps. They get to the pier in no time, but it looks like the fight has already started. The sky is flashing yellow and sand is blowing all over the statue. In no time they’re on their way. “So what did he mean by help you?”

“Peter wanted to cure us. He wants to give us a second chance once we go back to our worlds…although I’m not sure he’s going to help the Goblin,” Otto frowns. They were coming up behind the statue quickly.

“Well, good luck Doctor. Maybe we’ll see each other in another universe sometime.” Amber smiles.

“Thank you…good luck to you too.” Otto nods. She can’t help but give him a good luck kiss on the cheek to make him blush. Once they get close enough the arms take him the rest of the way. She manages a wave at him before she turns the boat around.

Xxxxxxxxx

When Otto is returned home he gets to work on taking apart the ark reactor he took from Electro. The power of the sun…in the palm of his hand now. It was going to revolutionize the world. Once things got settled down, Otto started plans on adjustments for his arms too. He needed help a few of the people that applied didn’t seem to fit right. One night he got so caught up in working he lost track of time. The arm spotted her first and nudged his shoulder.

“What!? Ohhh…hello!” Otto gasped when he saw the woman in the room.

“Hello Doctor…I’m here for the interview.” She says. Otto takes his dark googles of and his eyes go wide.

“Amber?!”

“Yes Doctor,” she says politely. Her dyed hair is wrapped up in a ponytail. Flo nudges him gently to remind him that this isn’t the Amber he met before.

“Oh…sorry…you looked like someone I met before.” He shrugs quickly. “I like your hair color. Let me guess, you like fall.”

“Yes, it’s my favorite season,” she blushes.

“Good, ok le me show you around the lab.”

This would work out just fine.