#nwh spoilers;;

[octivia1o2]

im sorry but he’s so baby and i can’t stop thinking about 🖤him🖤

gotta love that funky little belly he has

[mattmurdeaux]

Charlie Cox putting on the Daredevil cowl for the first time on set        

Marvel Studios: Assembled- The Making of She-Hulk: Attorney at Law

[nyeddleblog]

Unrequited. [Part 1]

Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader. Warnings: Felicia Hardy, a little suggestive, interrupted. Summary: You're Peter Parker's roommate and you're so done with the amount of women that come into your apartment.

Chapter 1: Thin Walls.

"Please, please, please" he begged, hips jerking upwards as she let her hips grind against his. His eyes were hazy, lingering on the way her arms stretched, wrapping around his shoulders, "I promise to make you feel good, baby. Please, I need to feel you."

She left a kiss on his jaw, then another on his cheek, and when she reached the edge of his lips, he let out a whine that would have made him embarrassed in any other situation. Right then, however, it just made her let out a breathy laugh against his mouth and he could feel his pants growing tighter. 

She was everything.

"You sure you want this, Peter?" 

He nodded mindlessly, he didn't really hear what she said, he would just agree to anything that woman asked if it meant being hers, and when she dropped to her knees, another whine left him.

She was being so sweet, softly pushing him against the bed, playing with his zipper, palming him through his jeans. Peter threw his head back, a lazy grin forming on his lips as she settled her eyes on his. He reached for a strand of her hair, and played with it. 

She left a chaste kiss on his hipbone, another on his lower stomach, and when he felt the sloppy kiss against the fabric of his boxers, he groaned.

Then he heard the loud thud on the wall, and finally recognized the presence of his roommate on the next room. He incorporated quickly, but Felicia was pulling on his boxers and he couldn't help the "Fuck" he whimpered at her touch.

"Peter, for fucks sake!" you yelled, and he bit his lips cringing, "Stop being a slut!"

Felicia looked up at him and she didn't seem annoyed, no, she looked absolutely angry. He licked his lips, ready to explain but she was already standing up and picking up the thin blouse he had taken the sweet time of unbuttoning.

"Sweetheart...!"

"Don't fucking 'sweetheart' me, Parker" she hissed, carefully clasping her stilettos, "You told me you lived alone!"

"I told you I was alone." he corrected her gently, zipping up his jeans as he tried to reach for her, "She wasn't supposed to be here, Felicia. Please"

"I'm sorry, darling, but I don't like having an audience."

She gracefully walked out of his room and guided herself around his apartment. Peter heard the dim laughter inside your room as he followed her, a laughter he could only pick up because of his heightened senses, and he was going to confront you about this.

"Honey, we can just be quieter..."

"I'm not a teenager to be playing around like this" Felicia took a hold of the doorknob and turned to look at him, "Maybe make up a code next time? Put a sock on your door or something, I don't give a shit."

And she left.

Peter turned to look at his roommate's door. He inhaled sharply.

"Y/N?"

He saw the doorknob move, then saw you peek your head out behind the wood and give him a small smile, "Yeah?"

"Was that necessary?"

"I mean," you took a good look at Peter, eyes scanning him up and down shamelessly. You would never admit it, but he looked delicious all hot and bothered, "It was to me."

"You say that like it happened often" he tried to argue, but you raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door frame, making him remember the other times. He sighed, "Okay, I can understand how that can be annoying..."

"You know, Peter..." Your voice was laced with a mix of amusement and irritation "There's a whole world out there full of people who don't involve me in their intimacy, yet I came to live with the only one who does, and not in the good way."

Peter ran a hand through his hair, feeling the blood run to his cheeks. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again, I don't even think she'd..."

You cut him off waving your hand, "You're something else, Parker" you said, shaking your head as your gaze softened, "Seriously though, knock it off. I'm not your personal filming crew, and, like she said, I'm definitely not your audience."

Peter opened his mouth to respond but you turned around, "Don't bother. I'm going to bed. And next time, maybe try a motel room? Or, better yet, invest in some self-control." NEXT PART.

[fist-of-vengeance]

funny story. so i recently got my cousin to watch gravity falls, and before she started i tried to gauge how much of the show she'd already had spoiled (considering how impossible it is to exist on the internet without encountering gravity falls in some capacity) and by some MIRACLE she had made it through almost entirely unscathed. she didn't know anything beyond a few character's names, and she had no idea that stan had a twin brother.

of course i vowed to do anything in my power to protect her from spoilers until she finished the show, even if it meant restraining my burning urge to infodump. i needed to preserve this twist for her. however, a problem arose when my other friend found out about my gigantic crush on ford and wanted to tease me for playing the grunkle dating sim while we were at my cousin's house. they made an ambiguous joke about me liking "the grunkle", which my cousin promptly overheard and responded "wait, you like stan???"

i was trapped. I couldn't deny the accusation outright, as i had already admitted to playing a gravity falls dating sim earlier, and i couldn't correct her without revealing the existence of a second grunkle, thereby spoiling the big twist. instead i covered my face in embarrassment and pleaded the fifth, which my cousin took as confirmation.

i have now spent the past week feigning a crush on grunkle stan. i started by keeping to vague comments about liking "a 60 year old man" but eventually i just got invested in the ruse and started making comments about how sexy stan is whenever we watched the show together. at this point i don't even know where the act ends and reality begins. this is just my life now. i am effectively a stan simp. all in the service of protecting my cousin from spoilers. I don't even know who i am anymore.

please help

[invye]

So I watched Deadpool & Wolverine, and while I absolutely enjoyed it with all the cameos and nods to all the Fox productions I have one thing to say:

Deadpool & Wolverine falls into the same trap all current Marvel movies do. It's a movie about the Deadpool Extended Universe, not the Deadpool Character.

[spidergrotto]

deadpool and wolverine spoilers :

the fact that they covered peter’s face in the photo with a helmet in deadpool and wolverine HURTS ME SO BAD you don’t understand, I AM SO sad.

[und3r00s]

3 fr be the magic number

[7-wonders]

Okay but you’re spending your evening just hanging out and watching Spider-Man: No Way Home when Morpheus appears in your living room because he has no sense when it comes to letting you know ahead of time that he wants to see you or just, y’know, having Matthew pop by and be like “boss is coming in five!”

So after you recover from your heart attack you let him know that you’re just watching a movie tonight so if he has better things to do involving The Dreaming/being an Endless, he can do that. He doesn’t understand why you’d say that bc why wouldn’t he want to spend time with you, so he sits down next to you and lets you drape yourself over him before you unpause the movie.

Of course, Dream was imprisoned long before comic books really came to be mainstream, so he has no clue what anything on the screen is. You have to pause every time a new character appears on screen, because he will undoubtedly say, “Who’s this?” and you have to try and respond while also not launching into all the lore™️.

(“Who’s this?”

“MJ, Peter’s girlfriend.”

“Who’s this?”

“Doc Ock, he’s a villain from another universe.”

“Who’s this?”

“Matt Murdock.” On screen, the brick flies through the window, and Matt catches it with ease. You say his line at the same time that he does, “He’s a really good lawyer,” and laugh when Dream looks shocked that you knew what he was going to say. God, you love having a boyfriend that knows nothing about technology or movies or anything.)

And this keeps up, honestly, you’re having a blast with it. It’s fun to get to introduce characters that you’ve watched since you were little to an anthropomorphic personification who is eons older than you are. And then it gets to the scene where one Flint Marko is dropped into the MCU, and Dream again asks who that is.

“Sandman,” you say without thinking, forgetting who it is you’re sitting next to.

“Who?” Morpheus asks in bewilderment.

“Oh!” Shit, you did not anticipate this. “No, it’s not like, a character based off of you or anything like that. He’s literally made out of sand, which is why he’s called Sandman.”

Morpheus scoffs. “My, it must have taken them ages to try and come up with a name so clever.”

You smirk. “Are you mad that your name’s been co-opted, or are you mad he doesn’t have your powers?”

“I’m not mad over a fictional character. It’s just ridiculous that a character such as this would be designed, only for them to name him,” Morpheus scoffs again, as if the very thought is paining him, “Sandman.”

Mad about the name, then. Got it. “I can…pick something else to watch?” you suggest.

Dream shakes his head, acting like this didn’t just get him all riled up. “No, let us finish your superhero movie,” he grumbles before begrudgingly allowing you to hesitantly turn your attention back to the screen.

It’s a good thing Sandman doesn’t have a major part in this movie.

[lilydvoratrelundar]

one thing about spiderverse is that some people have an issue with the whole "canon events" conceit, because it's self-referential, particularly in its name. however, i think it demonstrates a willingness to play with the multiverse in a distinct way to almost every other interpretation.

there are two fundamental types of multiverse in media. there's the "branching timelines" multiverse, in which every change, varying from a decision you make to the random movement of an electron results in a different branching timeline. most multiverse storylines that are about individual choice focus on this interpretation, examples including the bulk of marvel's "what if" storylines, everything everywhere all at once, the flash tv show, etc. if a show or series introduces the multiverse for a plotline which shows a potential future, asks what could have been based on one episode going differently, or makes some point about the consequences of one's actions, this is the sort of multiverse that will be introduced.

by contrast, the spider-verse films have what i call "echoing universes." in this multiverse, instead of every universe being a variation based on the timeline being different, these universes revolve around a central conceit - in this case, spider-based superheroes - but there isn't really any way in which these universes could have come about from any sort of identical starting point. however, often when this sort of multiverse is used, there will be elements of plotlines which are the same regardless, because they make for much better parallels between, for example, the ultimate marvel and 616 marvel characters. common inter-franchise interpretations of the cinematic and comic and tv versions of superheroes revolve around this concept, with the similarities being hand-waved away, because it's the multiverse, of course things happened differently in different universes, but they still have spider-man!

the "canon events" of atsv are therefore an in-universe acknowledgement of this concept. and, because this is a story that needs dramatic stakes, preventing one of these "canon events" results in the potential destruction of that universe.

as a sidenote, this is why i really appreciate how atsv has fewer peter parkers in its main cast - pavitr prabhakar has a name based on peter's, but apart from that, the main spiders are gwen, miles, hobie, miguel, margo, jess, and then peter b. it really reinforces the idea that these aren't just various possibilities for one main spider-man; this is a theme that is essential to the multiverse, however it plays out, and therefore it always happens in similar ways, and despite the vast differences between the universes, each one echoes the central ideas of the spider-people.

[not-so-rosyyy]

me crying right now everyone gets to see challengers in april while I have to wait june 7th, literally impossible for me to avoid spoilers.

a decent bootleg copy would've already been spreading by then anon naurrrr i hate this for you

[octivia1o2]

me n johnathon ohnn because i need him

[nyeddleblog]

Unrequited. [Part 2]

Pairing:Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader. Warnings: Mentions of masturbation, mentions of Peter's past encounters, reader works for a Fashion Magazine and drives a car, reader is attracted to women too. Summary: It was a normal day in your life until you were haunted with the memories of last night. A/N: There's a reason why I prefer writing OCs, and not reader inserts, but I'm trying very hard to edit this x oc fic, to make it an x reader fic. Please be gentle if I slipped some corrections...

PREVIOUS PART.

Chapter 2: Daily.

The morning after was quiet, almost too quiet. You woke up to your alarm making you groan and listened attentively for any sign of life. Nothing. No clatter of dishes as Peter made breakfast, no shower running as he sung, no low whistling coming from his bedroom. Your apartment was invaded by an eerie silence.

You grinned then; not to be cruel, but it felt nice to be peaceful for once. 

As you stood up, getting ready for a shower, you took a good look at the few hickeys you were going to have to cover up for work. There was no way in hell you were going to let Peter see them after what happened last night, so you peeked out of your room to check if he was anywhere to be seen, but no, just your usual disarray. 

Empty cereal bowls and coffee mugs littered the coffee table, clothes were strewn across the living room floor, and your roommate was nowhere to be seen. A wave of relief washed over you. At least you didn't have to deal with his post-coital charm, his teasing or his endless apologies.

You took a long shower then, feeling completely sore. Your muscles ached from training, your back was starting to show signs of aging and, dear god, your fingers were cramping. You really needed that hot water, and the silence.

Thank you, Felicia Hardy, for leaving that boy wordless and ashamed.

You took the time to dry and do your skincare before even coming out of the bathroom. No annoying knocking? Not a single one. You were going to look so good that day. 8 hours of sleep, full make-up, pretty outfit and you were ready to prepare breakfast.

You weren't soulless, however, you were starting to get a bit worried. 

As you prepared some scrambled eggs, you made sure to leave some hot cakes for Peter to eat and a hot cup of coffee in the counter and, by the time you were ready for work, you went over to his room and gently knocked on the door.

"I left you some breakfast on the counter," you called out, hearing some kind of groan in response. That was good enough, "Try not to burn the place down while I'm out."

You grabbed your bag and headed out, welcoming the cool air of New York city as you drove. Your office was still impeccable and a fresh stash of papers awaited for you on top of your desk. You smiled, letting yourself fall on the chair. Fuck, that chair was so good.

Your morning went by between answering emails and phone calls. You had mastered the art of multitasking when you had started as an intern and by then, being the Fashion Editor of the company, you could admit that you enjoyed it.  It was a fast-paced environment that demanded constant attention and adaptability, but it was comforting.

When you heard your phone buzz, at around one pm, you chose to take a small break. You greeted the few colleagues that you hadn't had the time to see during the morning and picked your bag to get lunch on the cozy coffee shop across the street. 

You had a few messages from Peter, thanking you for the meal; but there was the one message that made your heart flip and created a smile on your face. MJ.

hiya, sweetheart.

It was casual, a fling. They'd agreed to no attachments. MJ was just very fun to be around, that was all. And well, she ate pussy like she was starving. But seeing your texts was always the part of your day when you forgot about everything and everyone.

You wrote back and they were already settled for a bit of fun that evening, right after work. That made your evening, until you heard buzzing again.

"Peter" you answered.

"Huh, someone's happy..."

"That's none of your business" You told him quickly, but you were smiling and you knew he could hear it in your voice, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just wondering if you'd like to have some take out tonight. You know, as an apology."

You scrunched your nose, remembering the day before. Yeah, it happened often. You understood why, too, you would definitely bang Peter yourself if you hadn't known each other since high school, but one thing was fucking him and another completely different was listening to him groan and whine for another every night, when you needed to work the next day. 

That was annoying.

"Don't worry, champ" you shrugged, "Besides, I'm probably not going back home tonight."

"Oh?"

You rolled your eyes. "No 'oh's, Peter. Just going to a friend's house..."

"Is it Iris?"

You pressed your lips together and, just as your food arrived and you gave the waitress a small, thankful smile, you said, "No, it's not Iris."

That still hurt.

"That sucks. I liked Iris."

You liked Iris too.

"Well, anyways" you grabbed a piece of your sandwich with your hand as you tried desperately to change the subject, "If you bring anyone over, make sure to let me know. I may come back tonight..."

"Noted"

"See ya', Pete."

"See ya, Gabby."

Peter wasn't a bad roommate, despite his late night habits. 

After living with him for two years, you got used to his antics and once you did that, only good things were left. He always washed the dishes when you were too tired, even if it wasn't his turn, he'd also remember your favorite foods and the brand of pads you bought. He'd get the spiders for you and he'd try to set you up with other people. He cared for you and you cared for him.

But hearing him have sex was an issue.

The first time an incident like the night before's happened, you weren't brave enough to let him know. You both must have been around twenty, it was back when you were just an intern. 

You remembered being woken up in the middle of the night by bed creaks and obscene moaning. When you got a hold of your surroundings, you were jumping out of your bed getting as far away of your room as it was humanly possible inside your apartment, meaning getting inside the kitchen.

But it was bad timing, horrible timing because they were finishing and, being the king of aftercare he was, Peter went over to the kitchen to give the lucky girl a glass of water. 

And you made eye contact.

And you could see in his face that he knew then that you'd heard them.

It was so awkward.

You didn't want to hear them, you wanted to sleep. But your first year living together was back when you were too quiet and too shy to truly set boundaries, so that kept happening.

It didn't help that Peter was as vocal as he was, even when he tried not to be. He stammered and cursed, and sometimes he'd say some pretty dirty things. It sucked, but you'd already made out the pattern in his voice when he was about to finish.

After two years of living together, your two grew closer and you were able to let him know that the walls were too thin in your own unique way. You'd hint the hours you'd be out, stay over with friends, blast some music in your room or you'd simply give him a small knock on the wall to warn him when you heard him come in.

Last night, however, was the first time in a long time that you'd heard him be this loud. You heard everything, from the ragged breathing to the sloppy wet sound their lips did when they kissed. And it would have been fine if Peter hadn't surprised you with his midnight activities while you were in a middle of a self-love session. 

You tried to ignore it, putting on your headphones and keeping it up, but then you heard what he was saying  and you were going to be haunted by the memory of reaching your climax with the voice of your best friend in the background. 

You finished your sandwich feeling dirty.

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[bubblegum-discoqueen]

I just want Doc Ock to pick me up by the scruff with on of his tentacles and gently dangle me back and forth like a naughty ferret… I just think it would be relaxing

[heiressofnerdiness]

If I had a nickel for every time I saw a Spider-Man movie where a mentor-like figure with magic red webs/ropes told Spider-Man to let people that were “supposed to die” die, but Spider-Man said “man screw that, that’s not what being Spider-Man is supposed to be” and did everything in his power to change fate at the possible expense of the multiverse, had guest appearances of Toby Maguire and Andrew Garfield, and ultimately ended on a cliffhanger, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice right

[jadeunstablexx]

…..Curiosity killed the spider….

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After discovering that her charming, quirky, and severely depressed coworker lived a double life as an arachnid superhero, she plans to keep the new information to herself. Until one evening after work, she's thrown into an entire new universe and held at the mercy of an insane man on a hoverboard.

Thankfully she’s saved from the villain by the famous web slinger himself. Well, one of them…

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Maia’s lack of preparation and forethought has always been one of her biggest flaws, especially in situations as dire as this one. Why she chose today of all days to forget to pack mace in her purse, she hadn’t a clue. Not to mention she isn’t the fastest runner, so more than likely all she was doing was prolonging the inevitable. Which was death.

How she went from stalking her spider-like coworker, to being hunted like an animal was an actual mystery to her. All she had been doing was running along the sidewalk, trying futilely to keep up with his swinging that did not obey the laws of gravity or physics, when a strange orange glow was cast over her body.

It blinded her and silenced her senses for almost two seconds, and then it was over. She opened her eyes to see the same street from before but… different.

Mr. Cortez’s Elote stand wasn’t there anymore, there were way more cars than normal, and perhaps the biggest difference, it was daytime. Although Maia was positive that it had been almost twelve AM, she blinked wildly as she took in the very bright and full streets before her.

A shuddering breath left her lips, and she had to continue to do so until she could properly breathe in and out.

She walked mindlessly along the street, attempting to avoid the bodies that weren’t there before when a loud chilling cackle came from above. Maia looked around wildly, taking in the green flashes of the flying figure trying to figure out what it was. Menacingly, the figure slowed to a stop and remained still, watching the citizens scatter and run away.

They all clearly had better reaction skills than Maia because she remained glued to her spot. Unable to take her eyes off the monster in the green suit.

“ Hello Honey!” The monster shouted, crouching and turning his floating device toward her. He zipped his way toward Maia, his growing proximity to her jump started her heart and without another thought , Maia took off down the now clear street.

Again her lack of forethought but her in the butt, as she fumbled through her purse. Unable to find the mace that she had left on her dresser that morning, “ Sh*t!” She swore, running as fast as her legs could carry her.

She was not making any progress in her getaway, and to her horror the collar of her cheap Old Navy dress was being yanked. The strength of the pull, lifted her into the air, she didn’t need to turn around to know that whatever that was chasing her had caught her.

Now dangling fifty feet into the air, Maia let out the loudest most gut wrenching screech she had ever heard from any living creature ever. Mindlessly she reached up to try to release her dress from the flying device, but quickly she recognized that if she were to do that she’d plummet to either her death or to serious injury.

Now crying in fear she pleaded with the creature to spare her, let her down. His only response was another bone chilling cackle that told her she would evoke no sympathy from this lunatic.

Prepared to surrender to whatever he had in store for her she stopped fighting, and allowed herself to sore through the stinky New York air on her kidnappers contraption.

“ HEY GOBLIN! LEAVING WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE?” A voice shouts, Maia’s head snaps in multiple directions, trying to decipher whether or not she had hallucinated it when she saw nothing.

Suddenly, a familiar sticky string shoots out and attaches to her abdomen, snatching her free from the strange creature's board, and sending her flying once again.

Before she can even comprehend what happened she feels an arm around her waist and finds herself face to face… or face to chest, with none other than Spider man.

She’s much too scared to thank him and resorts instead to gripping his neck so hard he lets out a little cough.

“ Little too tight there, miss.”

She can’t feel bad at the moment due to her life being at risk and all, so she quips back,

“ You're a superhero, you’ll be fine.”

He grunts in response and swings them to an area far from where the monster was, she curiously wonders why he chose to not fight the bad guy that seemed eager to fight with him. But when her feet hit the solid wet concrete of the alleyway she forgets about her questions and begins expressing her gratitude.

“ Thank you so much!” She rushed out raggedly, her throat felt scratchy after all the screaming she had just unleashed.

“ Don’t mention it.” The masked hero spoke, his voice being much different than she remembers.

She had contemplated whether or not she should clue him in on her knowledge of his identity, because who knows how he would react to something that was clearly a secret being known by someone he had only known for three months.

Be that as it may… she was scared. In a foreign place after having just been hunted like a deer, and almost murdered. He was the only person she knew, and he might have some answers to her questions.

“ Peter?” She says hesitantly, his head snaps up in surprise, and tilts when he asks, “ You know who I am?”

His reaction was much more tame than what she thought it’d be. It ignited a little courage in her as she

continued speaking.

“ Yeah… I found out yesterday… or a day ago? I’m not really sure, I was walking home from the lab and then suddenly there was this bright orange light, and I wasn’t in queens anymore. I know we’ve only known each other for three months and we hardly speak but I really would appreciate it if you helped me find my way home-.” Each word tumbled out of her mouth like a faulty gumball machine, she was for sure going to turn purple from lack of oxygen when he interrupted her.

“ Whoa whoa! Slow down and breathe, alright?” She nodded, taking a deep breath, while fanning her warm face. “ I’m sorry I understand you're scared but I’ve never met you before and I need to know your name.” He said, sounding more like an inspirational speaker than the quick witted man she’s familiar with.

“ What do you mean? You’re Peter Parker right?” Could she have been wrong? Did she really mistake the man climbing that building for her co-worker? It couldn’t be, she was almost one hundred percent certain that it was Peter behind that mask.

“ Yes ma’am I am, but I don’t think I’m your Peter Parker.”

“ That doesn’t make any sense Peter, please stop joking around. I'm anxious enough as it is.”

He said no more as he walked a few more steps forward, and then quickly pulled off his mask. He was definitely not her Peter, and he wasn’t the man from the building two days ago either. This was someone else entirely.

“ Who are you?!” She asked accusingly, he had to be playing a joke.

“ Peter Parker. Who are you?” He asked, in the same tone.

She squares her shoulders firmly, squinting her eyes at the stranger before her.

“ I’m Maia-Janelle, and you are not my Peter Parker.”

[gender-luster]

across the spider-verse spoilers

so at the end of spider-man: no way home, mcu peter sent all the (former) villains back to their universes with their ailments and issues fixed, in hopes that they might be able to change their fates and maybe survive. but that's so many canon events that would be fucked with if that happened. and there is absolutely no way that miguel would allow all that. so did he just. kill them all?