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[acefiree]

𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼 | the farm ⁽ ¹ ⁾ ( summary )

Leonardo ✷ Alaska ( pining friends ) MASTERLIST 2012! – BAYVERSE!

ᕦ(๏益๏)ᕥ: After the Kraang invaded New York city. Alaska and her family of misfits go to April’s childhood home on the farm to lick their wounds after Splinter is thrown into the sewer, leaving everyone to question if he is alive or not. With Leonardo being hurt, no one knew what to do. Alaska and Raphael spent most of their time watching over the turtle in blue, hoping he’d wake soon. (third pov, turtle anatomy, pining like a damn idiot, Raph being the big softy we know he is, spidergirl persona, all characters are 18+, NSFW scenes, and Leo being a fucking simp.) wordcount: 1371

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  "DEAR TO WHOMEVER IT may concern if you find this journal...

     The Kraang finally did it, the stupid alien got the better of us and defeated us...Leonardo got hurt, and Master Splinter is gone, ripped away from us in the blink of an eye, and Vern was taken in the invasion...

     We fucking lost. 

     So, Raphael and Donnie made the call and we all fled the city, going to an old farmhouse my close friend, April, grew up on. 

      It was miles away from the city, a place we could all be safe in. 

     The first thing we did was take care of poor Leonardo, seeing as he was in no place to take care of himself, the fearless leader unaware of the world around him anymore...

     I made sure to keep a close eye on him, swearing not to leave his side for too long, wanting to make sure he was okay and still breathing as I waited for him to wake up. I was doing a good job of it so far, but I would be doing a much better job if the other three brothers would stop hovering over me.

     At first, I thought they were only hanging around because they wanted to watch over Leo as well, but I soon found out he wasn't their only concern. 

     It was me...

     Raphael was the worst of his brothers, and kept a constant vigil over me and Leo...there were even times the red-clad turtle would have to practically drag me away to my room and force me to sleep...and sometimes, he'd even make me eat.

      Then there was Michelangelo. He would often goof around and try to get me outside to help with the farm chores, even going as far as forcing me to feed the animals – but mostly he just wanted to goof around and cause trouble...

     And while all this was taking place, Donatello decided to build a lab in the barn, trying to create a mutagenic medicine to heal Leo as Casey kept him company...However, in Donnie's case, I think he'd prefer to be alone rather than have the Jones hovering over his shoulder 24/7 asking questions that would even have me annoyed.

      April kept herself busy, cleaning the house and making sure we all stayed fed, and up to date on what was happening in the city. I know deep down that she was just trying to keep her mind off things and kill the need to chase a story.

      I miss New York, our Sensei...and Leonardo...

     Hopefully, he will recover, and I will finally get to get over this guilt I feel, and we can all go home...if there's even a home to go back to.

     But life, as Master Splinter would say, must continue on.

     ALASKA'S MOSS EYES WERE glazed, and her mind was foggy, her hand wrapped around a tattered rag tightly as she stood beside the bed, watching the two terrapins lower Leonardo down into the springy mattress. She blinked once. Twice. And even a third time as she tried to blink away at the new reality she was suddenly living.

     As Raphael and Donatello stepped away to give her room, she took a slow step forward, her eyes set on Leo's relaxed cataleptic face as it stared back at her haughtily. She lifted a steady hand, running the rag over his skin. The once vibrant olive color no longer looked as if it held any life to it, his skin looking an ashen green and littered in dark hues in what she guessed was the equivalent of a bruise for a turtle.

     Her heart tightened as she cleaned his bare face – a face she had always dreamt of seeing without his tattered blue mask.

     The ebony-haired girl hated that the first time she got to see his face again, was when he was unconscious and unaware of his surroundings.

     As she continued to clean the comatose leader, Donnie worked in the back as he set up a makeshift IV line for his older brother. Alaska's eyes flickered to the genius as he lifted Leo's hand and stuck an IV in the largest vein, placing tape over the tube to secure it. His golden gaze caught the curious look on her face, and he was quick to soothe her curiosity.

     "This will keep him hydrated – it's an infusion of fluids through a 'drip'...It should help him heal faster." Donnie explained as he slipped into a ramble, spewing information as he went back to checking the IV bag and line, "I would much rather have him in a tub full of water, but with our size, a human tub won't work. This will have to do for now,"

     Alaska nodded numbly once he was done info dumping (a thing he often did under stress) before turning to look back at Leo from her place on the bed, her shoulders curving forward, and her bottom lip being brought in between her teeth. The taste of dried blood from her previous chewing danced over her taste buds, but it didn't really disgust her by the taste. Blood was something she had become quite acquainted with over the past few days.

     "Will he wake up?" April's soft voice came from the bedroom's threshold as she looked on, Casey standing only a few inches away as he tried to comfort his girlfriend.

     Donnie hummed as he finished up making Leo as comfortable as he could, "His injuries are pretty severe, and from what I can see, he sustained some trauma to the head. He seems to be in a vegetative state, but I can't know without running proper tests..."

     Alaska frowned, growing questions forming in her gaze as it traveled over Leo's body, looking at the large crack in his plastron. She felt terrible he was in this state, and she felt like it was all her fault. She continued to chew her lip as she went back to cleaning the soot from his face, the rag following the long-faded scar on the right side of his face.

      Even on the brink of death, he still looked so pretty...

     After a long pause of silence, the atmosphere in the room nearly suffocating with how solemn it felt, the others left her alone with the leader — well, at least, Alaska thought she was alone.

     She placed the rag down as her fingers curled into a tight fist and her nails dug into her palm. She squeezed so hard, she was sure blood would soon trickle from her skin. 

     Why did it have to be Leo? Why did he have to risk himself for me? Why was this hurting so bad to the point I wanted to break something? Her thoughts screamed as she clamped her eyes shut, trying to block them out. 

     A heavy three-fingered hand on Alaska's shoulder had her tensing and she snapped her head around. Two different shades of green mixed together as she locked eyes with her best friend, Raphael. The quick-tempered brother observed her with a look she had never seen on him before. A look that nearly had her breaking. In that moment neither one of them had to speak, a silent understanding passing through their eyes.

     She wondered how long he was going to stand there, but nevertheless, she appreciated the company.

      Her mouth curved into a soft smile that didn't meet the color of her eyes as she lifted a hand to place over his, her silent way of saying it will be okay before she turned back to Leonardo and leaned closer, and went back to cleaning his face so there was no more dried blood and dirt.

     Raphael tracked her movements with a guarded look on his face, emerald gaze holding a certain softness he didn't even realize was pushing its way through. His somber mood kept him silent, though questions about the events that took place after the invasion played on the tip of his tongue. He knew now wasn't the time to poke or prod the younger woman, seeing as she had already been through so much in the past twenty-four hours.

     They all have.

     So, he kept himself quiet as he allowed her this time to care for Leo.

     And that day, the heaviness in her heart never left, but she was grateful for the shadow of the turtle who never left her side as they took turns caring for the leader.

[klaudia96art]

My spidersona 💕🕷️

[thisiscarlatrying]

modern!ellie hcs

notes/warnings: this is my first time doing something like this.. 😭😭 i hope u like it🙏 also, ellie and reader are dating and a lil of loser!ellie... that's just the way she is 😞

not proofread i think, i'll try to make it as good gramatically as i can but no promises 🙏🙏 (english is not my first language forgive me 😭😭)

| CONGO, SUDAN, PALESTINE | DAILY CLICK | DON'T BUY TLOU |

modern!ellie who cuts her own hair.. she REFUSES to go to a hair salon, she says it's a "waste of time and money"

modern!ellie who is kind of into fashion, i think she'd dress like this or like this...

also i just know she LOVES LOVES LOVES jorts, when spring starts that's ALL she'll wear

AND you guys just share clothes, you steal all her clothes and she steals yours

modern!ellie who wears a LITTLE bit of makeup, just mascara and chapstick. highlighter for special occasions

also her lips are so dry... 😭 she applies chapstick every five minutes and is constantly losing hers so you had to get her a one of those BIG vaseline things because she wouldn't stop stealing yours

modern!ellie who is a cat girl. you guys have like three cats together and they all look like the both of you

also their names are you guys' ship names until you ran out of name combinations and the names you had to choose were something like "sardine" or "chicken nugget"

modern!ellie who just loves kids cartoons like adventure time or the amazing world of gumball

modern!ellie who is CONSTANTLY daydreaming about being spidergirl and swinging around the city (spidergirl!ellie hcs coming soon... 🤭)

modern!ellie who plays minecraft and stardew valley for eight hours straight

modern!ellie who LOVES youtube and can't have a meal without watching a video

i KNOW she loves sinjin drowning. I DON'T MAKE THE RULES 🤷‍♀️

modern!ellie who has an INSANE vinyl collection.. it's all divorced dad music but she also owns a few of your favourite albums for when you come over<3

modern!ellie who is a barista. JUST HEAR ME OUT OKAY. while she's studying in college or something she works part time at a cafe... picture her with her little ponytail (like 17yo ellie) and her sleeves rolled up... UGHHH😭😭 she's so fine i can't.

talking about college... modern!ellie whose major is something nerdy like physics, astronomy or engineering... or maybe even architecture since she likes drawing so much

modern!ellie who was BEGGING you to move in with her until you finally agreed.. your apartment is the cutest thing ever, i feel like ellie's decorating style would be something like this:

modern!ellie who loves cuddling SOOOO MUCH. she's so touchy, she just IS.

modern!ellie whose burps make the entire building shake. it's actually insane and they smell so bad like.. you can smell the subway meatball sandwich she had for lunch earlier that day 😭😭

modern!ellie who constantly brags about you being her girlfriend, she never shuts up about you. and all of her instagram and tiktok posts would be about you (except from her outfit checks, of course)

modern!ellie who loves those cliche robbing movies, do you know what i'm talking about?? like those about robbing a bank or a museum and there's this incredibly unrealistic plan that comes out perfectly... THOSE kinds of movies. she eats them up EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

modern!ellie who fights with people on the internet constantly 😭😭 she sees a comment on a tiktok video with an opinion different than hers? SHE'LL REPLY. and she's going to wait for HOURS for the other person to respond

modern!ellie who secretly loves laland. i said it.

modern!ellie who either sleeps for 12 hours straight or won't sleep for two days. there's no in between.

modern!ellie whose walk is so funny 😭😭 it's almost like she's jumping while she walks

modern!ellie who carries a picture of you absolutely EVERYWHERE

and your apartment is filled or pictures of both of you

modern!ellie who loves her friends. she makes those stupid tiktok slideshow trends about friends but posts them privately because she's embarrased about it 😢😢😢

modern!ellie who has a journal and writes every single thought that crosses her mind down. and when she doesn't have her journal with her she writes in her notes app

modern!ellie who secretly fucks with taylor swift's sad songs and cries to them

okay i think that's enough.. im getting a little too carried away 😭😭 lmk if you like them or if i should make a part two!!

[sinnah8]

If universes aligned

pairing: Miguel o hara x Spidergirl!reader

Prompt: Miguel falling for Spidergirl!reader and being a complete simp for her whenever she is around him

a/n: I got this request from alathan13 ty! I added a bit of a twist. send me some requests!!!

Masterlist | ask

Miguel was stuck in a different dimension because of Lyla. The prototype for the watch worked but she couldn't get him back. So he decided to find a Spiderman and that's when he met Y/n Spider girl.

He couldn't stop thinking about Y/n once he came back after being with her for a month and getting to know her. Miguel knew he had to find a way to confess his feelings to her, even though the odds seemed against him.

One day, as fate would have it, Miguel managed to track down a dimensional rift that led him to y/n universe. Determined to seize the opportunity, he mustered up all his courage and entered the portal.

Emerging in a world unfamiliar to him, Miguel found himself in the heart of the city where y/n patrolled. He awaited her arrival As soon as she appeared Miguel's heart skipped a beat.

"Y/n!" he called out, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and hope.

Y/n paused mid-air, looking around to locate the source of the voice. Her gaze fell upon Miguel, and recognition flickered in her eyes. Descending gracefully, she landed in front of him.

"Miguel? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

Taking a deep breath, Miguel gathered his thoughts. "Y/n, I traveled across dimensions to be with you. The first time I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. Your strength, your bravery, and your unwavering commitment to justice... they've touched me in a way I can't describe."

Y/n studied him intently, her masked eyes revealing a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Miguel, this is unexpected. We come from different worlds, different realities. How can this be?"

Miguel's eyes met hers "I don't have all the answers, Y/n. But what I do know is the connection I feel towards you. I've fallen for you, and I can't ignore these emotions any longer. You inspire me to be a better person, to fight for what's right. I want to be by your side, no matter the challenges we may face."

y/n remained silent for a moment. "Miguel, this is a lot to take in. Our lives are intertwined with dangers. But I can't deny how I feel about you, even across dimensions. there's a reason our paths have crossed."

Hope surged through Miguel as he heard her words made him feel seen and understood. Y/n raised her hand to his cheek and kissed him on the lips knowing what she was doing was wrong but she didn't care.

[luveline]

Do you think maybe you could do a quick Miguel fic of him being supportive/comforting to spider-girl cause she’s been working too hard and stretched herself a bit thin trying to make everyone happy? I’ve read all your Miguel stories and it feels like it fits LMAO (I love love love all of your stuff btw you’re one of my fav Miguel writers)

thank you for your request! grumpy miguel comforts a tired spidergirl. 1.2k

Miguel doesn't bother looking down at the thwipping sound of a web connecting with the platform. You're the only person he knows well enough, who knows him well enough, to come up without asking. 

"Woah," you say, pulling yourself onto the platform with altogether too much force, taking a running stumble at him as you try to keep your balance. 

Miguel puts a hand out to catch you without looking away from his screen. "Careful." 

"Thanks, handsome," you croon, though it's missing its signature pep. 

Miguel does look up, then, dragging his attention from the monitors to rake it over you. You have your mask on, which is odd but not unheard of, and your posture is tight. The majority of your weight is being held on one foot, and when he follows your leg upward, your thigh is curving outward. How weird. 

You pull away from him gently and shimmy over to the desk you've stolen, a mountain of your things that topples intermittently lying in wait for your return. As soon as you approach, the flying droid you take on missions whizzes into the air and dances around your shoulders, not unlike the way you move yourself. 

"Come over here," Miguel says. 

"No," you say primly, "you're in a strange mood." 

"You've been here for two seconds," he says. If he were in a strange mood, it's not as if you could've already gathered that from so little observation. 

"Yeah, and you're not usually eager to have me near," you say. True and untrue. 

"Come here." 

You sigh and approach him as though he's dragging you, reeling you in, every footstep heavier than the last. Miguel grabs you by the shoulders when you're close and stations you neatly in front of him, thumb quick to find the seam of your mask and slide beneath. 

You squint at the sudden light of the room, unmasked, though your expression quickly relaxes. "You want to kiss me," you guess, saccharine sweet as you tilt your chin upwards. 

Miguel dodges your feigned kiss. You aren't wrong about what he wants, but you haven't identified his main priority, which is to find out why you'd been wearing the mask in the first place, and why you're walking like your converse shoes are full of cement. 

You're very, very tired, evidently. You look exhausted. Miguel has seen you run down before, you stretch yourself thin often, and you do it without complaint, but this is a new level. His heart actually hurts in his chest, he's that gutted for you. 

Miguel glares at you. "What, you're not sleeping?" 

"Oh, don't, handsome," you say, moving as though you're going to walk away. 

Miguel takes your face into his hand and keeps you where you are. "Hey, answer me." 

"Of course I'm sleeping," you say. You won't meet his eyes. Liar. "You're a tyrant." 

Be that as it may, Miguel wants what's best for you. He draws a line under your dark circles with the pad of his thumb, feeling the puffy skin regretfully. Carefully, so carefully, he traces the line of a tear unshed from the corner of your eye to the corner of your lips. 

"Not enough, then." 

You look at him funny. Your bottom lip twitches, and every ounce of his cool dissipates as you frown and lean forward, pressing your face to his chest. 

"I'm busy," you confess in a murmur, your arms hanging loosely around his waist.

Miguel takes it for I'm really tired. He hesitates, looking down at you, your smaller stature, feeling the weight your letting him hold up for the trust it is. You're tired and you're telling him, even though he had to prod. 

Miguel hugs your shoulders. You sag like a popped balloon. 

"I'm busy," he says, though he amends quickly at the sudden rigidness of your back under his hands, "I'm busy, and I still sleep. You have to sleep." 

"If I want to… to make time for me, I keep staying up late, you know? I've been training, and helping Hobie Brown take down the establishment–"

"What?" 

"–and I was trying to make that cover for your wristband but I keep getting it wrong." You stop suddenly. Your hand screws tighter into his front, fingers digging ineffectual against nanotechnology. "I'm useless, even when I try." 

"Why would you say that?" he asks quietly.

"I can't get things right. I want to do everything. I want to get better at fighting so I can come with you. I want to be a good friend to Hobie. I want to make you things 'cos you deserve them. I'm sorry. I just make everything worse."

Miguel let's you wallow for a moment. He's no stranger to self-loathing. It can feel good to simmer. He rubs your back inchingly slowly, not sure why he's letting himself, not sure why he's holding back. 

Miguel takes your shoulders into his hands and eases you back, ducking his head to meet your eyes. Forcing you to listen. "You don't make anything worse. You're tired, and being tired makes everything feel worse than it is. You're not the problem." 

Your cheek lists down to your shoulder. "You're being nice." 

"You don't have as much effect on things as you think," he says, ducking his head again to look you straight in the eye. "I mean that in a good way. You aren't hurting anyone. You can say no." 

"I don't want to say no." 

"You have to." He's tipping into tenderness now, plummeting fast and hard. "You need to look after yourself if you want to look after other people," he says. He wonders if what he's about to say is fair, but he's so unhappy with your obvious rampant fatigue that he decides he can live with the bad karma. "What if I need you to come with me to the next anomaly recovery? And you're too tired to stand? You'd have me go by myself?" 

"No." 

"Exactly, so do the right thing and sleep." Miguel says it simply, pulling away, pulling back, physically and emotionally. He likes you more than he should but being vulnerable is difficult. He hides behind a facade —your problem is ridiculous, and he doesn't want to talk about it anymore. 

You see straight through him. Hear the unsaid please. "I will. I'll go to bed… Thank you, Miguel." 

The facade slips as Miguel gives your bicep a warm squeeze. He turns away from you without another word, redirecting his attention on the screens, your presence like a thrumming he has to fight to ignore. 

"Bye, handsome," you say, stepping sideways off of the platform. He relaxes at the sound of a web sticking and your footsteps as they lead away. 

He rubs the bridge of his nose. 

"Inspiring," Lyla says, appearing from nowhere, a delighted, smarmy smile flickering across her face.

"That is getting so old," Miguel complains.

"Deprogram me, then." 

"Would if I could." 

"Ah, but then who would witness your frankly embarrassing attempts at comfort?" 

Miguel tries to catch her like a moth. She scoffs and leaps between his fingers. 

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

spidey senses earth-1610 miles morales x spidergirl!reader

"favorite actor?"

"i'd say tom holland."

"really? i mean, personally, i think the guy is overrated."

"how is he overrated miles? he's gorgeous."

"looks like your everyday white boy."

"oh shut up. you're just jealous because he's dating zendaya," you smirk. miles laughs and rolls his eyes. those big, beautiful brown eyes.

"whatcha thinkin' about?" he shifts so he's facing you, getting a good look at your mopey expression.

new york is so beautiful from here. if only he could see your new york. the views from the rooftops were just as amazing, if not more.

"why'd you come back, miles?"

"i missed you," he sighs. his voice is nothing but a whisper, so quiet you almost think you're imagining it.

"that can't be the only reason. you've never come to see me before."

"i want you to come with me."

your heart skips a beat.

"miles... i can't-"

"please? just for a little while! you can take a break from being spiderwoman and we can hang out like regular teenagers and I mean, it'll be-"

"miles-"

"and i could-"

"miles-"

"we would be-"

"miles-"

"happy!"

"miles!"

he's gotten himself so worked up. his eyes are bright, his face is beaming, and his hands are flailing all over the place. it's been rare for you to see him so excited, it's the cutest thing, but it still breaks your heart.

"wh-what?"

"miles, i can't. i can't leave. i have a duty to these people. my new york is... it's beautiful, like yours, but it's hurting. hurting in a way i wish i'd never have to admit. i can't just... go."

he lowers his hands, his smile fading.

"oh... yeah yeah... i get it. totally."

you rest a hand on his shoulder.

"miles... i wish i could."

before you lean in, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you close.

his lips meet yours and for once, all seems right with the world. his skin is so soft and warm. so... perfect. the two of you linger there for a moment, and as you pull away, his gentle breaths warm your nose.

"miles, i-"

"i understand. i do." his hands are still tight on your waist, but you don't mind. "I'll come back to see you. i promise."

"but it's dangerous."

"i met you by some freak accident. miguel treats you like hell, and now he's sent you home? now i'm here with you. looking at you. that's not dangerous too?"

"i'm home because i rebelled. that's my fault."

"do you regret it?"

"not even a little, miles... and you keep fighting. don't stop, but i don't want you getting hurt like i did."

he nods and kisses you again, and though it's much shorter this time, it means everything to the both of you.

"how did you know i was gonna kiss you?" you inquire.

"what do you mean?"

"th-the first time... before i leaned in you... you pulled me closer to you and-"

"what- like this?"

he pulls you in again, planting that same warm, soft kiss on your lips.

"yeah... like that."

"i guess i could tell."

"sure... with spidey senses or something?" you laugh as you playfully nudge his shoulder.

"precisely."

"well, if you end up in my universe again, miles morales, you might wanna keep 'em close. you never know when you might be... using them again." you wink, kissing his cheek.

"i'm gonna miss you," he sighs, grasping your hands.

"i already miss you miles."

one last kiss.

and no, it wouldn't actually be your last kiss, but neither of you knew that, and you were going to make this one count.

[ultrone]

🕷️🕸️ ⋮ shauna with spidergirl!gf

previously…

“owie!” you whined childishly, instinctively trying to move your girlfriend's hands from your face.

“y/n, stop it,” she scolded, her tone firm. "hold still," she ordered, meeting your gaze before continuing her task.

you were in shauna's bathroom, perched on the sink while she stood between your legs, working on your bruised and slightly bleeding forehead.

"but it hurts," you pouted, gently grabbing your girlfriend's wrist this time, holding it softly instead of trying to push her away.

"i know it does, baby," she cooed. "but if we just leave it alone, then you'll get a scar. i'm almost done," she promised, giving you a soft kiss on the nose before continuing.

"wouldn’t a forehead scar look hot on me, though?" you asked jokingly, a sly grin growing on your face.

"no, that'd just make you look like a knockoff harry potter," your girlfriend retorted, causing you to gasp in mock offense.

"would you still love me if we were both in harry potter but in different houses?" you asked curiously. "i feel like you'd be in hufflepuff or gryffindor," you stated matter-of-factly.

"and what about you?" she asked, applying the last bits of ointment to your bruise, making you wince a little.

"slytherin, obviously," you replied smugly, causing her to let out a loud chuckle.

“you would not be in slytherin,” she replied. “you’re too clumsy for that. you're more likely to be the house elf who accidentally stumbled into hogwarts," she fired back, “or you’d be the dumbass getting lost on platform 9¾.”

"hey! that’s not true!" you said with a frown as she began opening the sesame street band-aids to tend to your wound. "well, at least i'm an avenger," you remarked smugly.

"enjoy it while you can because i'm just two wounds away from personally going to tony stark's tower and presenting your permanent resignation," she threatened, her tone menacing but playful.

"no, you won't," you said, trying to sound confident.

"yes, i will," she replied firmly, finishing up tending to your wound and tidying everything away.

you knew she was entirely capable of following through on her threat. in fact, you were a bit afraid she might, so you quickly tried to divert the subject. "no, you won't," you insisted, wrapping your legs around her waist and pulling her close, giving her a soft but passionate kiss on the lips.

you rested your arms around her neck as she placed hers on your legs, deepening the kiss until you both needed to break for air.

"so, you're okay with biting me until i bleed while making out, but if i get hurt saving the world, that's where you draw the line?" you asked incredulously, a smirk playing on your lips while you caressed the hairs at the nape of her neck.

"exactly," she affirmed, leaning in for another kiss.

after a few moments, you broke the kiss. "thank you," you said as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling a bit sheepish. "for fixing the wound, i mean," you clarified, pointing at it.

"of course," she replied with a soft smile, and you gently rested your hand on her cheek, pulling her close for one last peck.

“that reminds me,” you started with a smile, “c'mere,” you said excitedly, grabbing her by the sleeve and pulling her out of the bathroom.

you rummaged through your backpack as shauna looked at you with a puzzled expression. after a few seconds, you pulled something out and walked closer to her.

“look! i got us matching bracelets!" you said eagerly, handing one to her.

"these are spider-girl merch, y/n," shauna pointed out.

"yes! aren't they cute?" you replied with a grin as you put yours on. "i bought them on my way to our date," you explained.

"people don't know you're spider-girl. they're gonna think i'm a fanatic or something," she remarked.

"well, aren't you?" you teased. "and look, the one i got you matches the color of your flannel."

she chuckled. "got me there," she admitted, grabbing one and putting it on.

"okay, so..." you began, placing your hands behind your back and smiling sheepishly, "since it was my fault that we couldn't eat out, how 'bout i cook you some dinner?" you proposed.

"you don't have to, we can just order food," she suggested, though it sounded more like a plea.

"nooo, it's okay. i have a new pasta recipe i wanted us to try. nat sent it to me last week," you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading toward the kitchen. "you're gonna love it!" you called out from the hallway.

"shit," shauna huffed, walking downstairs to turn off the smoke alarms beforehand. "i hope mom doesn't get home early today,” she whispered to herself.

[shizukateal]

In honor of Across The Spiderverse going digital, here's the Beyond the Spiderverse Prediction Bingo!!!!

Explanations below the readmore:

Spider Ham's Chekov Hammer: simple enough to guess, I'm just really waiting for that to pay off, preferably over Miguel's head.

Spider Noir and Hobie get along: just some good ole' fanservice.

Miles G. is actually a dork (he's just better at hiding it. mildly): Wow, great introduction Miles G.! Very suspenseful and intimidating!! Let's see how long you can carry that demeanor without breaking.

Margo / Miles (Miles G.?) / Gwen Love Triangle (Pavitr is annoying about it): Pass the popcorn everyone. How resentful will be Miles when he meets Gwen again? Is getting the spider-band together enough for him or is it just the first step into making amends? Maybe he feels more grateful towards Margo (and Hobie) and will give Gwen (and Peter B.) the cold shoulder for a while. Will Miles G. also enter the ring? Maybe this one really cute comic by @bubblypinkfreak will become true.

Jess Drew Subplot (baby is born?): REAL interested in finding out why Jess would ever follow an asshole like Miguel. Also she deserves more plot relevance. And fanart. Aaaaaand I kinda want to see her husband too.

The Spot Collapses in on himself: Gonna be honest with you, people, I have no idea how they'll fight him, this just seems like the cleanest solution.

Miguel's actually just as much of an anomaly as Miles: My own personal theory, not really based on anything concrete beyond some flags I get from Miguel and some stuff I'll explain later. Basically, I think Miguel's projecting on Miles, and that's part of why his beef towards him is so intense. The only explanation I can think of is that he destroyed his original dimension, not just the one with his daughter in it, and the serum we see him take is what keeps him "stable" and "belonging" to Nueva York. Or you know, maybe just the watch, but the serum is more sus to me.

Gwen Stacy Fall Subversion: Either Gwen completes her character arc by saving Miles from falling to his death or she saves herself, thus breaking her karmic cycle of getting fridged.

Meows Morales cameo?? Pretty Please???: C'mooooon he became instantly popular and he's adorable!!!!! <3 <3 <3 bonus points if multiple miles help out to fight against Miguel's squad later.

We spend some time on Hobie's dimension: No idea how the plot would get there, but the concept art of Hobie's dimension is fire and I want to learn more about him <3 <3 <3 tell us why you almost gave up the mask, darling, and did you kill a cop in your dimension? <3 why would you feel bad about it? <3 <3 <3 <3

Gwiles Morales (he hates that name): Apparently this is how some of the staff called him. Poor guy.

The Spider-Band fights Earth 42's Sinister Six: For those who don't know, they control Earth 42, as confirmed by the art book. Nothing better to sweeten Miles G. to our heroes' side than taking care of them. Bonus points if one of them is explicitly a fascist and Hobie and Noir punch him together.

Miguel Bites Someone: bonus points if it's hot as fuck. Sorry but it's true.

Lyla's the real bad guy (beyonder): I'm gonna let moviebob do the heavylifting here. Could tie to that personal theory I explained above.

Peter B. vs Miguel fight redemption: ok this one I'm biased for because I personally find Peter B. more morally culpable than Gwen in their whole drama with Miles seeing as he's the adult with a kid. But also yeah, good chance for him to redeem himself in Miles eyes (or not! maybe Miles wants more from him that just standing up to a bully) and take Miguel down a peg. Bonus points if he looses a leg, because apparently that's something that happens in Spidergirl's comic.

Prowler!Hobie somehow: Not saying our Hobie will turn into the prowler, just that the connection will be addressed somehow. Idk man, it just feels like positioning Hobie as another mentor for Miles is very deliberate.

Miles feels guilty about Earth 42: Juicy source of drama between him and Miles G. as well as a free character arc about how responsibility is more than just cause and effect.

Miguel tries to redeem himself by dying but Miles won't allow him to: Miguel O'hara has several problems, and I speculate they all come from his self-obsession. Everything about the spider society is about him erecting structures dedicated to his pain to turn himself into the martyr holding reality together. So if he's finally proven wrong, it seems pretty in character to me that his idea of making amends would be to do the same thing one last time for "the right cause", being the diva he is and how he thinks you can sacrifice one person to save everyone else and all. I don't think Miles will allow that, though. Bonus if the scene parallels the one in into the spiderverse when Miles returns Peter B. home.

That one @cheezthatboiii comic / Mileswitch: because what's the point of having a twin if you can't fool people about it?

Gonzalo/Gonza Morales: The correct alternative to Gwiles if anyone during production has braincells or is latine.

Margo Subplot (family issues): confirmed in the artbook that she ended up having more plot relevance than originally planned, and even if that wasn't the case she deserves it. And more fanart.

The Spot is defeated with kindness: Ok. Before I said that I don't know how the Spot could be defeated with violence, but maybe that's not needed? He is clearly a foil to Miles after all, and I think it would do him (Miles) a lot of good to practice some radical empathy, even on someone who kinda doesn't "deserve" it. This isn't so much about him being ""redeemable"" (fandom has ruined that whole concept) so much as how much empathy the narrative is willing to grant him.

Jeff meets Gonza before Miles reveals to him that he's Spiderman. He's confused by having 2 sons: this just feels to me like the most probably sequence of events given the franchise's usual use of bathos and subversion of expectations.

Spider Support Network Finale: No more spider society authority "correcting" the multiverse, every spider-person gets a watch so their friends can come over and lend a hand and prevent as many deaths as possible.

Aaron 42 gets severely injured/dies: I don't want this to happen, it just seems like a way of trimming some fat in the cast and getting some more drama from Gonza.

[romiantic]

DATING THE SPIDER CREW

→ INCLUDING hobie, gwen, miles, miguel

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + ooc for gwen

→ A/N: ngl gwen + miles was my fav to write <3

𖦹 ₊˚. HOBIE BROWN

— when I think of hobie with his black partner, I usually think of opposites attract but with a hint of alt. like you would be an earthy person or a pink person and you’re just wandering town with your tall, punk bf. but you guys match so well, you guys compliment each other’s features and everybody (jokingly) question how you two ended together

— hobie very touchy-feely with his partners. I can imagine him teasing you any time, any day. you two could be chilling with tv playing in the back and here he goes leaving his hands on your stomach or poking your thighs. also, hobie is not super specific on who he dates, he’s a personality over looks type of person

— dating hobie is quite interesting but in a good way! very adventurous, daring, colorful? yeah colorful! when I say this, I mean trashing the rich neighborhoods, spray painting your initials with a heart on random walls, and sneaking into concerts. especially late night, this man’s energy is on ten when the moon is out but it’s all spent on you, don’t worry <3

— hobie can be loving and such a tease. like he’ll pull you in for a kiss and walk away out of nowhere ?? he finds your reactions hilarious and won’t stop teasing you cause of it, it’s too much fun for him. for example, he’ll start touching you softly, massaging your shoulders, you’ll lean into the touch and he just stops. like he’ll keep going until you’re too into it and then let go out of nowhere….pls I can’t stand him

— his favorite pastime is swinging through the city with you in his arms. it’s so much fun and the adrenaline he gets from it escalates by ten. especially when he faked to drop you but catch it right after, it gets him going and keeps him laughing until you end up on a random rooftop

— hobie also likes to take lots of pictures! I can see him always sneaking a pic when you’re not looking and definitely having a huge collection of polaroid photos. these photos are precious to him, it’s like him having small pieces of you everywhere he goes <3

— hobie can be very chill as well. hobie isn’t always down for adventures and some days he just wanna do what you’re into or just chill with you. he’ll tune his guitar and strum something new, lay on your thighs and let you rant on whatever obsession you have or how your day is going

LOVE LANGUAGE: physical touch !

𖦹 ₊˚. GWEN STACY

— dating gwen is very mellow, she has her moments of excitement but rarely. at first gwen shy herself away and was quite hard to break apart, she would only communicate through her music or body language

— not gonna lie, communication with gwen is quite rough but does require patience. she’s not a girl of many words unless you’re close with her or she’s ultimately at her breaking point. but with you, she does try more and more to speak out how she feels; her small sentences become longer and she doesn’t bottle up everything to scream into a pillow

— gwen would try to find a spot during her time as spidergirl to find new spots for you two to hang out at (while still fighting crime). her go to would be new pizza places, thrift shops, or rooftops of restaurants, the aroma of food puts her at ease

— being a music lover would mean gwen showing you her extensive collection of music. her range is large but it is quite fascinating, it can go from pop punk to conscious rap. she does indulge in rnb (sometimes) but more on the sabrina claudio, umi, and Q type of rnb, like indie rnb

— for hair, gwen can be quite indecisive so asking her on what to get next won’t be the best idea. she think protective styles + wigs are so creative and can get overwhelmed on what would look best on you. the best she can do is pick three of the best options sorry :(

— intimacy with gwen is very important to her, whether it be cuddling while watching a movie or playing with each other’s fingers. it gives gwen a sense of serenity that she always longs for and can’t live without. especially working as spider girl, that piece of serenity can ease her nerves. she reminds herself of the calming days you two share with each other

LOVE LANGUAGE: quality time !

𖦹 ₊˚. MILES MORALES

— dating miles is like living in a rom com movie. he’s so dorky, so cute, but also funny. dating miles is like taking a long walk on flower field, he makes you feel ecstatic, happy, blissful even

— because miles is a bit of a dork, he can get a bit slow on things you talk to him about (especially girl things). when you first explained what a period is he didn’t take it well and thought it was some disease only girls had. oh goodness miles-

— another difficult thing to explain to him is hair, he knows something about protective styles but not much. you don’t have to explain the difference of a loc and a braid but you do have to point out to him the difference between butterfly locs and soft locs. he’ll get the difference soon, don't worry!

— like gwen, miles is a music lover so he always singing whenever he’s around and not picky to music either. this boy can go from singing Billie Holiday to Ice Spice, I don’t know how tbh. btw, miles is definitely an ice spice stan ! but also, you and miles going to concerts (local or stadium) could be become a very consistent thing, consider it y’all favorite dates <3

— miles has a lot of playlist for scenarios of the both of you. scenarios of y’all first kiss, dancing at homecoming, y’all first argument, talking a walk through the busy streets of brooklyn, playing video games, etc. I promise you, if he thought about it, there’s definitely a playlist for it

— chill days with miles would consist of playing music through his record player, going record shopping, or watching old cartoons. on some days, if miles is too tired he’ll plop on your bed and just sleep away until you wake him up for dinner. the boy goes through a lot everyday, please don’t mind him

— there are times when miles does get quite stressed but doesn’t really know how to explain until he’s at his breaking point. the weight of being a good student, a good son, and spiderman can be too much to bear and can potentially crush him. therefore he will go silent some days and become more slumped throughout the day, he tries to hide it with a smile but couldn’t last once he was in your room. seeing him at such vulnerable moments made you see a different side of miles; fragile, small, and more open

LOVE LANGUAGE: acts of service + words of affirmation

𖦹 ₊˚. MIGUEL O’HARA

— not gonna lie, dating miguel is like having another parent as a boyfriend. he can be quite nagging but in a loving way, like he won’t pester you too much but does want better for you. he’ll talk with about your health, whether physical or mental, communication between the both of you, and even set boundaries for the relationship. it’s the bare minimum I know, but it’s something miguel cares about deeply

— miguel can actually be quite affectionate. when there isn’t much to do on both of your agendas, he’ll have you both laid out on the couch just holding you still and peppering kisses to your neck and face

— there are a lot of quiet times with miguel, he gets too deep into his thoughts and think about all the terrible mistakes he has made. the loss of his family, the disaster he has caused, they all come tumbling down and leaves him more like a villain than a hero. as much as he loves being spiderman, the consequences weigh on him heavy, so please comfort him when he’s unusually quiet or distant

— I feel like miguel is the perfect person when it comes to hair, like he has some sort of secret power for hair. some odd reason, his choice of protective styles for you are always perfect and you look so good after your appointment!

— miguel loves loves loves throwing out compliments! any time, any random day, he’ll call you “gorgeous”, “beautiful”, “princess”, and any other compliments in his native tongue. miguel adores the way your face heats up and your face glowing when he compliments you, your reactions brighten his day/night more

— this man loves to cook as well! he loves cooking food in his culture and loves even more when he shares it with you. not gonna lie, he does pride on being your favorite cook but then again the amazing aroma of his cooking always have your stomach flipping

— if things get too stressful or worrisome, miguel would book a vacation for the both of you, local or out of state, he doesn’t mind. his go to for vacation are always a beach house on an island to enjoy the outdoors or the countryside of a European country

LOVE LANGUAGE: words of affirmation

⭑ EEEEEEK THESE ARE ALL SO CUTE IDC IDC

⭑ there’s def gonna be a part 2 for prowler!miles cause I don’t have anything written for him yet….

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐃 💗: Ephesians 4:32

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[acefiree]

𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼 | butterfly ⁽ ³ ⁾

Leonardo ✷ Alaska ( pining friends ) MASTERLIST 2012! – BAYVERSE!

ᕦ(๏益๏)ᕥ: third pov, pining like a damn idiot, Raph being the big softy we know he is, spidergirl persona, all characters are 18+, NSFW scenes, and Leo being a simp. wordcount: 2368

⁽ ¹ ⁾ , ⁽ ² ⁾ ... ⁽ ⁴ ⁾

RAPHAEL GRABBED HIS SAI and twisted the hilt, but before he could take a stab at Alaska, she already landed a kick to his plastron, the hardness of the shell sending a jolt up her leg. He stumbled back from the sheer force of the kick, momentarily stunned at her strength before jumping back into action and sending another slash of his weapon in her direction.

     Alaska calculated his movements; eyes assessed the twitch of his muscles as he planned his moves. She had sparred with him enough times to know his tells, so she was already prepared and went into a swift back handspring as she dodged the attack. Her chest was heaving as she crouched, one leg stretched out to her side as the other planted under her body, balancing her weight. Her fingers weaved in the grass below as she licked her lips, swallowing thickly as she tried to catch her breath.

     As they continued to spar, the rest of the group watched on, all seeming a bit mesmerized by Alaska’s agile movements and Raphael’s brute force.

     While Raph was swift, using his strength to his advantage – Alaska was more balanced and precise in her steps, using speed and agility to her advantage.

     Just as she jumped back to her feet, ready to dodge another swing in her direction, a familiar buzz tickled her mind as her ‘spidey-senses’ as Mikey called them, went into over-drive and she could feel a pulsing vibration coming from above. Her moss-colored eyes snapped up and she spotted a blue butterfly fluttering by, her sight felt as if it zoomed in on the insect and she began blinking quickly to make it stop.

     Raphael was so lost in his adrenaline high to notice when the young woman stopped as he continued his attack and swung as hard as he could with the hilt of his Sai, the hard end hitting her dead on the temple and cutting into the skin. A pained grunt slipped past her lips as she flew a couple of feet away, her head jerking to the left. She landed on the ground, her hands snapping out to catch herself before her face hit the ground.

     Alaska squeezed her eyes shut, lifting her hand to the fresh cut before pulling away, her vision blurry as she spotted blood on the tips of her fingers. Oh shit. She thought as her skin suddenly felt cold and her stomach rolled. The ebony-haired girl shifted to sit on her bottom, hunching over as a shiver forced itself on her. She was never good with pain, and Raphael had just knocked her stupid.

     As Alaska was trying to gather her scrambled thoughts and keep herself from going into shock from the sudden pain, large hands suddenly grabbed her body and forced her up. She knew for a fact if it weren’t for the Radioactive venom coursing through her veins, a hit like that from a turtle—who could literally bench press an OX—would have rendered her unconscious, or better yet, dead.

     She was suddenly grateful for that creepy crawly.

     “H-Holy shit, Rebel — I didn’t mean ta’ — shit.” Raphael was saying as his hands jerked her into a sitting-up position, the large terrapin was on his knees as his body curled over her and a large arm rested in the dip of her back. A callused finger pressed under her chin, tilting her head to the side to expose her cut temple to him. “Dammit, Reb, I thought ya’ was gonna block it — I’m sorry—”

     “Red, I’m fine.” She tried to say, her voice sounding a little thick as her head started to throb. She felt a little disoriented, but other than that, she knew she’d be fine.

     Alaska could already feel the cut trying to heal.

     Everyone was standing close to them, April nibbling her bottom lip in concern as Donnie quickly appeared with a First Aid kit. As he dropped to his knees beside them, Alaska sent him an odd look, having to squint her eyes as another ‘thump’ of pain came from her head.       “Did you just pull a First Aid kit out your ass?”

     He chuckled, glasses shifting on his nose as he smirked. “No, I always have it on standby while we train. You know, just precaution.”

     The younger woman leaned into Raphael’s plastron as she nodded. That made sense. Like, why wouldn’t they have First Aid while training? Especially when the brothers trained like they were in some type of ‘Ninja warrior’ contest.

      “The cut isn’t that deep to need stitches, though, you’re teetering on the line,” Donnie told her as he pulled out adhesive tape and pinched the skin together. Alaska jerked from the sudden flare of pain, and he sent her an apologetic smile, “Sorry,”

      She just gave him a look as he finished up, placing a gauze over the wound to stop the bleeding and taping it off. While Donnie was doing that, Alaska could feel the arm around her back tighten and she side-eyed Raph. There was a deep frown on his scarred lips, guilt swimming in the pools of his eyes as he watched her closely. 

     When Donnie was finally done patching her up, she turned and gave Raph her full attention.

     “Red, I’m okay.” Alaska said to him again, this time stressing the word.

     He looked back at her for a long moment, his emerald gaze locking on the white bandage that was now taped on her temple. “Why didn’t you block it? Shit, Alaska, that damn attack was easy – especially for you.”

     All eyes were on her, and she fought the urge to squirm from the attention. A frown curved on her lips, and she attempted to stand. She would have fallen over if it weren’t for Raphael and Donnie steadying her. Alaska moved away from them, folding her arms around her mid-section as she stared down at the grass.

      “I got distracted…”

     Her excuse didn’t seem good enough for the Red-clad turtle because a deep rumble came from his chest that caused her to tense and snap her eyes up at him, seeing his face shift into a look of irritation as his quick temper made an appearance.

     “Distracted?” He scoffed.

     “Yes, there was a butterfly and my—” She started to explain only to be cut off.

     Raphael’s eyes were as sharp as dagger’s now, “You tellin’ me I could have fucking killed ya’ because of a damn butterfly?” The tone in his voice dropped and his expression was shifting through different emotions as he thought over how bad this could have been if she were a normal human girl.

     “No! If you’d let me—” She went to explain again, but Raph and his big ass mouth couldn’t help but stop her again.

     “Don’t give me a piss ass excuse,” He jested, before going on a rant, “Ya’ gotta remember to keep your stance low. You’re small, so use that to your advantage. You can’t start slackin’. ” He scolded her in a low voice, causing irritation to bubble in her chest.

     He sounded just like Leo, and it was starting to piss her off. Ever since the leader in blue went out of commission, Raphael had taken it upon himself to take over things and play leader. And at first, Alaska understood why he did. Donnie had no interest in leading, and Mikey didn’t care as long as he was included in things. But if she were being honest, she much rather Raphael as her best friend, than some Hothead who didn’t know how to give a direct order without letting his own emotions get the best of him.

     The air around them was growing uncomfortably tense as everyone watched the exchange with frowns, already knowing how this conversation was going to end. Alaska and Raph were both stubborn and struggled with expressing their emotions. So oftentimes, they argued. It was a great contrast with how Leo would handle their snarky smart mouths.

     Her lips went tight, “I’m trying,”

     “You ain’t tryin’ hard enough.”

     "Excuse me?"

     He gave her a heated look, his own frustrations about things she had no clue about, fueling his anger. "I didn't stutter," The red-clad turtled snarked, "You haven't been tryin' with anything, and I'm gettin' sick of babysitting your ass."

     And that was the flame that lit the fuse.

     “Babysitting?!” The venom in her question was thick as the green in Alaska’s eyes seemed to blaze as his response triggered nothing but rage in her, that invisible band in the back of her mind snapping as she dropped her arms to her side and bawled her hands into tight fists. The cut on her head pinched and a throb in her head began to pulse, “I have done nothing but try! And I’m sorry, Raphael, but if you got you’re head out your ass, you’d notice I have no fucking idea what is wrong with me!”

     Her reaction to three simple words had everyone blinking in shock as she began to pace beside the old van parked in front of the barn. The truth was out in the open now, avoidance over the matter she had been keeping to herself for months no longer unavoidable. The wall she kept up to conceal the truth from her friends so they wouldn’t worry came crashing down and she couldn’t stop her mouth.

     “I-I can’t fucking eat, I can’t fucking sleep, a-and when I’m outside—” She tugged at her hair, frustration searing through her belly like wildfire as her head began to hurt more and her thoughts began to buzz, only fueling her rage. “This damn farm has so many bugs and buzzing and-and I can’t—UGH!”

     Alaska let out a frustrated scream, slamming her fist into the side of the old van to find an outlet for her frustrations. The vehicle jostled and skirted away, the tires dragging the grass and tearing the dirt. She hated this feeling, she hated how Raph was acting, she hated everything about this situation.

     But she loved the pain she felt when she hit the van with her bare knuckles.

     The young woman lurched forward to hit the vehicle again, wanting nothing more than to find an outlet for her frustrations and make the pain in her head stop.

     She expected her hand to collide with more metal, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a very hard chest and provoking her back. “Let me go!” She screeched, thrashing in the arms that only seemed to tighten, struggling a little to keep her back.

     Whoever was holding her lifted her up and caused her feet to come off the ground. “Shh, Saska, you’re okay – breathe.” She recognized the voice of Mikey as he pleaded for her to calm down, his grip firm yet gentle as he held the petite girl close.

     “Let me go! – Let me go dammit!”

     But Mikey relented and kept whispering in her ear, and soon enough her words became gibberish and her body, shaking from adrenaline, gradually sagged. Her eyes were set forward, locked on the deep dent in the van as her senses came rushing back, and the frustration she felt started to dissipate and was replaced by embarrassment, realizing how she just acted over a simple sentence.

     As she was set back on her feet, she turned to look around at the people she held close to her heart, only to feel more embarrassed as she saw them looking at her with mixed expressions, but one stuck out like a sore thumb.

     Concern.

     Alaska could already see Donnie’s eyes calculating, his mask and glasses shifting as he stared at her. He was watching her more intently than the others, and she knew he was most likely going over different diagnoses for her behavior. Then she turned to Raphael. She couldn’t read his face, blocking any emotion from coming to him. But she knew him well enough to know what he was feeling just by the way he held himself.

     His shoulders were tense, and his feet were spread in a defensive position. He was concerned and she knew if Mikey hadn’t grabbed her first, it would have been Raph.

     “Saska?” The softness in Mikey's voice caused her throat to tighten and she slowly turned to look at him, fearing to see his expression. The youngest turtle stared back at her with soft hurt eyes, his mouth tilted into a frown. He took a step toward her, but she quickly moved back.

     “Please don’t,” her voice didn’t sound like her own and her heart tightened when she saw the instant hurt wash over his face. She never wanted to hurt him, but she didn’t trust herself anymore. Something was seriously wrong with her, and she felt like an unhinged lunatic with how she acted. It left a bitter taste in her mouth. “I’m sorry, but don’t…”

     “Babes, it’s okay.” He told her, baby blues shimmering as if he was getting emotional and could feel what she was feeling. And maybe he could. “Like Master Splinter always says, ‘With any given ability, we must be patient and accept the hand the universe has dealt us.” He softly said as he slipped into his father’s accent, obviously hinting at her previous words and trying to make her feel better.

     Her gaze became slightly bleary, and she had to look away before she began to cry. Knights don’t fucking cry. Most times, Michelangelo’s words would bring a smile to her face and make her feel better. But as of right now, she didn’t feel much of anything, not having the mental capability to put up her façade anymore.

     Alaska numbly started to walk to the house, hand touching her lightly throbbing temple, “Gello, Splinter is gone and Leo might never wake up — fuck the damn universe.” She called over her shoulder, and with that, the only sound that could be heard was the slamming of the screen door as she slammed it behind her. 

[mattelektras]

any spider-man comic recs?? i’ve been meaning to get into them for a while now but as is the issue with comics i’ve never quite known where to start. it could be peter or miles or any personal faves i’m down for whatever!

general lists for some of my fav spiders

for miguel

for miles

for peter

for ben

for jess (when she gets pregnant.... stop)

for kaine

for cindy (starts bad but stick with her i promise)

spiderverse comics event

some personal favourites of mine:

scarlet spider vol 2 (kaine)

spiderman 2099 vols 1-3 (miguel)

spider island event

ultimate comics: spiderman vol 1 (miles)

clone saga event (all time fav, really not as good as i think it is)

spider men vol 1 (miles and peter's first team up)

mayday parker's spider girl

heart of the spider (anya) followed by spidergirl vol 2

[noroi1000]

Can u write something about Gojo x reader Spiderman AU where Gojo's gf is spiderman and he finds about it. Like after finding out he would beg reader to carry him while she is swinging between buildings

My girlfriend's spiderweb

Paring: Gojo x spidergirl reader

An: I changed it a bit. Reader has Jujutsu technique which grants Spiderman's abilities.

You came home before Satoru found out you weren't even there.

It's not fun for a armed man to rob a shop.

You are  a sorcerer, but you played hero more..

You didn't kill curses, but you saved people. Your technique is a spider.

So you're a spiderman sorcerer.

You're more like spidergirl.

And you feel like this. Because just like in the movie, you can't tell anyone. You wear a mask, you don't show your face.

However, why does your boyfriend have to be so observant.

He is a sorcerer and kills curses that are more powerful than criminals. You chose the way to save people in the city.

You live there in an apartment in Tokyo.

And you're the mystery Spiderman because you do the same thing that a spiderman does.

You weren't bitten by a radioactive spider. You just have this technique.

Lucky your boyfriend doesn't know you're a secret sorcerer...

Because he already discovered something.

"The spider-man has tits. It's a woman."

"This is a Jujutsu sorcerer. You can feel a lot of cursed energy from her."

"Spider threads are made of cursed energy. She's definitely a sorcerer. There are no radioactive spiders that give people powers!"

Even if his words were sometimes strange, he didn't mind that "this person" was a hero to the city.

He didn't have to go around town all the time helping people with curses.

After all, people who have a new idol as well as someone to count on don't create so many curses out of fear.

You were glad that he appreciated you in such a way.

A sorcerer who works outside his superiors? He loves it! He too would like to be so free. The face of this person is not immortalized in the lists of sorcerers. Therefore, this person can live a normal life.

It's so cool. That's why he admired you. Even if he didn't know it was you.

He met you in town, and somehow you two happened to meet more times. Your body was guiding you there

So you've been together for two years.

And you still have the feeling that despite what you feel in your mind, your body is drawn to it. Probably because of your technique.

You have a feeling when something happens. You have premonitions when something unexpected happens.

And Satoru is so unexpected all the time. You don't feel what he's about to do. Maybe because he's a charm.

And he's the strongest.

That's why you were so excited about living with him. You loved him so much.

But you didn't want him to know it was you. This hero. You don't want anyone to know because you'll have to move out.

You will be in the pages of newspapers and on the Internet. Your true face revealed.

You'll get even more hate.

you don't want it. And they can also harass Satoru as your boyfriend. Even though he would have handled it very well.

You jumped onto the balcony taking off your hood and mask. Breathing hard.

Something like this is tiring. But even so, you won't stop doing it.

You are a spider-girl to them, and there are so many Spiderman fans here. So you stay. And Tokyo is a big city with a lot going on.

Road accidents, fights, robberies. It is the same as all over the world.

You turned to look at the city in the darkness.

All those lights that let you see everything.

There was a light on in your house.

But when you hear Satoru's footsteps, you can hide under the balcony so he won't see you.

Your senses are so sensitive that you will surely feel him right away.

"I knew."

You widened your eyes and turned around quickly.

Your boyfriend was standing by the balcony door with a strange smile. So pleased with himself.

You covered your face with your hand and leaned back against the railing.

How had he suddenly appeared there? Why didn't your senses tell you anything?!

Is it that technique again? His barrier? Infinity?

His Jujutsu sometimes annoys yours! It practically neutralizes what you feel.

He can suddenly disappear from your perception of the terrain and reappear in another place!

You know he can teleport, but that's not it!

Is it because of Limitless?

You hate his techniques so much sometimes!

"Baby, baby, don't run away." He said as he quickly walked over to you, grabbing your waist.

You turned your head to the side.

He cupped your cheek with his fingers and pulled your lips into a deep kiss.

"S-Satoru–" you moaned, pushing him away slightly.

"Honey, do you think I didn't know?" He murmured.

You looked at him questioningly.

"It's so cool that everything I thought is true again!" He laughed and lifted your body to hug you.

"You... Did you know?"

"Your energy is the same as spider-girl's!"

Damn six eyes...

"And what now...?" you asked quietly.

"It's so cool! Spidey-chan! Can I talk to you like that? Sure I can. My lovely girlfriend is a secret Jujutsu sorcerer!"

You turned your head to the side with a slight blush.

"Will you show me something?" he asked, taking off his glasses.

"What?"

"How do you make these spiderwebs? I know spiders pull it out of the abdomen, but I've never seen you have a web there."

"Satoru!" you hit him on the arm.

"Okay okay... I'm just curious to materialize the web."

You showed him your bare wrist under the gauntlet.

He saw you fold your fingers in a rather distinctive way, and there were lines on your wrist, and then a cobweb shot out of a flying tiny ball that was almost glued to your wrist, sticking to his chest.

He chuckled softly as he grabbed the white thread.

"Were your ancestors fans of Spiderman?" He asked.

"Rather, the creator of Spiderman probably saw someone in my family do it."

Jujutsu techniques often work after you show a symbol with your hand.

With you, it's the folding of the fingers just like that fictional character.

Maybe the author really knew someone in your family and used that as inspiration?

"Will you take me for a ride?"

"are you crazy?"

"I can fly, but I've never been on a spider web with my girlfriend. Besides, I saw on TV how you use this cobweb to pick up a bus that might have fallen off a bridge. So you will carry me too."

"Satoru –."

"You do not trust me? Baby, I'm a Jujutsu sorcerer, right?"

Suddenly, his hands grabbed your thighs and he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

He had his hands around your waist and suddenly jumped over the railing to fall backwards and fall down with you.

You saw his stupid smile as he looked at you.

"Spidey-chan~."

Before you could get any closer, you released a web and pulled you up to fly with him between buildings.

You held him tight with your legs, one hand on his shoulder. But you felt his grip loosen.

"I knew it was cool!"

Suddenly he let go of your waist and fell off you. And before you could catch him, he disappeared, appearing upside down in front of you as his body flew in front of you effortlessly.

"I love my spidergirl."

[urspidergirl]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ urspidergirl is now online !! ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

hey there, web wanderers of tumblr 💕 it’s your friendly neighborhood spidergirl, coming to you live from the web (pun totally intended) !! 👩‍💻🕸️💌

yup, that’s true, it’s me— the one and only, swinging between skyscrapers and catching bad guys in the big apple! yes, you heard right— nyc’s very own spidergirl, and i'm here to keep our city safe and sound (with a bit of style, of course !! duh !!) you might have seen me zipping past on your way to work or saving the day when things get a little too wild, even for nyc !! i guess you could say i'm kinda popular around here, but hey, it’s all part of the job !!

now, let’s get real for a sec— when i'm not out there being your superhero, i’m honestly just a girl who’s totally OBSESSED with cute stuff. i mean, seriously, anything pink just makes my heart do a little flip. from fluffy plushies to cute tops, if it's pink, i'm all over it. probably have it in all sizes. but !! that’s about as much as i can spill about my personal life— gotta keep that secret identity intact, y’know ?? ;)

i truly, deeply, passionately, ardentlyyy LOVE being your spidergirl, and every day i get to swing through the city i adore. so stick around, follow my adventures, and maybe we’ll have some fun along the way !!

stay amazing, nyc !! ilysmmm !! 🕸️💕

xo, spidergirl out .ᐟ ⊹₊⋆

p.s/mod’s note: omg omg spidersona revamp?? honestly don’t know, this was (poorly) conceived on a spontaneous whim !! but but but anyway— i hope to make some good friends and possible roleplaying buddies 🥹🫶 about the mod here:

[luveline]

hiya! i have a request for miguel and spidergirl!reader where she gets really scared of him during the events of across the spiderverse (i was terrified for my boy miles tbh) and i want to know how that would change their relationship and his reaction.

Miguel can hardly catch his breath. 

You sit there with your legs crossed on the table. The alcove of the workshop you’re in is dark, but you know he knows you’re there. 

He slams his hand into Spider-Byte’s computer and sends it toppling, plastic casing shattering across the floor. Your pulse hikes of its own accord; you’re thinking, what’s happening? 

Miguel abruptly stills. 

For a while you breathe deeply, trying to make yourself talk as he calms down. When you’re sure you’ll sound okay, you ask, quiet and slow, “Miguel, what are you doing?” 

His shoulders tense. He looks strange, shards of his suit yet to regenerate, the technology permanently mauled, an ocean of awful space between you. “You know what I’m doing,” he says. 

“I’ve been with you for a long time. I don’t understand this.” 

“But you’re still here.”

You slide off of the table. You’re a bad person, you’re making the wrong decision, but you’re scared of him. Losing him, what he might do. You stand in front of Miguel, and you are terrified. You are. You can’t coalesce this image of him with your Miguel. Only that morning you’d woken after a lovesick night in his arms to the soft pad of his finger as it ran up and down your nose. A half hour ago you watched him try to hurt a kid. 

“Where else would I be?”

Miguel takes your face into two big hands. You want him to say he’d never hurt you, that he’d never hurt anybody, but you’ve already seen him do it before, and now he’s stuck a couple hundred super-powered spiders on Miles when Miles was doing what anyone would. What sense of scope should he be expected to have? It’s his father. 

Love occludes reason. You’d choose Miguel over anyone else as Miles chose his father, and you don’t have the excuse of being a kid. 

It is sickening to stand there and know you’re on Miguel’s side. You feel dizzy with it. He’s the bad guy. 

He tilts your head to one side, then the other. “I have to make the hard calls.” 

He’s looking at you funny. None of his lightness. You and him have spent infinite stretches of time looking one another in the eye. Usually too warm to function or otherwise distracted, but other times just looking, just standing somewhere with the commonality of your affection between you. You can’t see much of that now. 

“Miguel,” you murmur. It’s hard to feel like yourself when he’s so far away. “What are you going to do?”

“Fix this,” he says. 

“Maybe we should wait–” He drops your face. “Maybe we–”

“Not we. Me.” 

“I’m still here,” you say. Your voice wobbles oddly, a flash of the panic you’ve been feeling finally showing itself. 

He puts his hand on your waist gently. “I know, cariño,” he says quietly, pulling you closer, “you’re still here. I’ll make this right, my girl, I–” He closes you in. It doesn’t feel as it used to, but to have him treat you with care is a comfort, even if you’re still watching the pupils of his eyes nervously. “I’ll fix this.”

“I think that’s what I’m afraid of.”

He frowns. “You don’t understand,” he says, leaning down for a quick kiss. You close your eyes tightly. “But you will.” 

The worst part is that his kiss feels the same. You love him, and you’re about to go down a one way road with him. He hugs you and you try to pretend you think he’s right. 

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

spidergirl and the cowboy

pairing: chad meeks-martin x female!reader

WC: 2K

warnings: men being gross (reoccurring in my party scene fics), cursing, drinking. should be all.

summary: being nosey has its perks

A/N: take this. idk just take it! gonna try and write some fics for chad cause he fully deservers them just as much as ethan!

@alecmores​ 💕

in the drafts since may28

masterlist / chad meeks-martin

lights flashed in colors of blue then red and green. the floor vibrated from the deep bass of the house speakers playing pop or rap music. you could feel the sweat dripping from your temples and your neck as it slid down your skin and further into your costume. your red solo cup in hand splashed a bit of liquor staining the red and blue of your suit, but you weren’t paying it any mind, too pulled into the music and rhythm to care about anything other than the good time you were having.

an arm slipped around your waist and pulled you flush against a chest. you gave a light gasp but didn’t think too hard about it, just wanting to enjoy the moment of college life. your bodies swayed together, the mystery person’s breath hitting your neck. you could feel their lips grazing your pulse point and feel their hand trailing up to your chest.

alarm bells rang loudly in your head.

-

chad was doing shot after shot with ethan in a corner by the kitchen. his face would scrunch from the strong burn of vodka sliding down his throat. a hand clapping ethan hard on the back causing the poor boy to cough from the liquor and slap.chad looked around the crowded kitchen. a few people leaning against counters as they chatted with cups in their hands and a couple being gross and handsy as they devoured each other's faces. chad grimaced.

“you just wish you were doing that with y/n.”

chad’s brows shot up as he twisted his head to look at ethan who held a bit of a smirk to his mouth. “why would i want to do that-“ he pointed an accusing finger to the couple “-with y/n?” he scoffed.

ethan stared him down, “cause you like her. very obviously might i add from all of us.” he shrugged.“what- what do you mean, all of us?”

again ethan just stared chad down, “your sister, her girlfriend. the carpenters, me and quinn. that’s our whole friend group, so everyone.” ethan took a sip from his cup and soured.

chad rolled his eyes and looked around for- “actually, have you seen y/n since we’ve been here?” he just remembered that you split from the group once everyone got drinks. chad’s been mostly by ethan’s side the whole time trying to get him ready to talk to some girls tonight. he would see tara walking by now and then, and he knew that mindy and anika were sitting on the couch.

ethan’s checked his surroundings and from his vantage point, he could see you dancing with some guy that was way too close for comfort. and he was able to see how you turned in the guy's hold and pushed at his chest which did nothing.

“oh shit.” “what?” chad grew panicked. ethan pointed you out and when chad saw the situation, he jumped into action.

-

“back off, dick,” you grumbled as you weakly pushed the guy in his chest. all he did was stumble and move closer with a wicked smirk.

“what? don’t wanna have any fun?” his face leaned in close and you had to lean back to avoid it from touching yours. “not with you.”

you tried to get him to back off again. shoving or even blatantly telling his drunk ass to fuck off, but he didn’t listen. your head swiveled like an owl trying to find any of your friends for help, and you heaved a shaky sigh of relief when you were able to spot ethan’s cardboard outfit.

“my- my boyfriend is- is in the kitchen. so back off.”

the douchebag didn’t understand a single word coming out of your mouth since he just pulled you in closer and let his hands wander further to places you didn’t want him to touch.

“hey!” the both of you looked up and saw a fuming chad. “pretty sure you heard the lady. back off.”

chad was able to move you away from the drunk guy and behind him. both of your hands gripped his arm to keep him close, worried about the scene he might cause.

but you saw the way the frat guy eyed him up and down with a cocky smirk, “well howdy cowboy. didn’t realize miss spider girl was taken.” he hiccuped, “your fault for leaving her on her own.”

chad gave him a shove to the shoulder with his left hand, “you should learn to leave girls alone when they tell you to fuck off.”

“chad, chad.” tugging his arm for attention. his fierce eyes softened at the pleading look on your face, “let’s leave. go back to your dorm.” you were tired of the party anyway.

chad let you lead him away and led you towards the front door with a hand on your lower back. once the cool october night air hit you in the face, you took a deep breath and let your shoulders sag.

“oh shit!” chad became alert again, “we didn’t tell the others we were leaving.” chad sighed at your concerns.

“i’ll text the chat and let them know. also pretty sure ethan saw us leave.” you nodded at his words and without a thought, you waffled your hands together. you looked up at chad to see if you crossed a line, but he held a pretty smile and led the both of you away from the house and back towards the campus.

-

“thanks again…for saving me.”

“it’s no problem. i would do it again in a heartbeat.”

you watched chad as he put his key into the locks and pushed the door open. he moved out of the way for you to enter first. the walk from the party to his campus apartment cleared your head of alcohol significantly and you just deeply wished for sleep to pull you away from reality.

“do you want anything to eat or drink?” chad threw his woodsboro letterman’s jacket on their couch. at the mention of those two things you’ve been lacking for a few hours, you could put sleeping off for a few minutes. already having been acquainted with the layout of the place, without a word you grab a cup and fill it with water. you start to chug until it’s empty and your panting from the thirst quench. getting a second refill and grabbing their large bag of goldfish, you left chad behind as you walked to his room.

you move effortlessly around chad’s space. cup and bag on the nightstand as you move to his closet and search for suitable sleepwear. “please. make yourself at home.” you heard the sarcasm but when you faced the doorway, he leaned against the opening and just looked…content. happy.

“if you want me to move in, all you have to do is ask.” flirty banter slipping. you were about to backtrack but chad spoke first. “well i’d ask, but it is a bit cramped. you know, having to either share a bed with me or ethan. or the couch if you please, but it’s definitely more uncomfortable than these twin beds.”

your body froze in place as chad strutted closer. his straw hat sitting between his shoulder blades and he had a finger hooked in the two front loops of his jeans. your cheap spider-man suit felt like it was sticking to every part of your body and you wanted the zipper down.

“can you… can you…” turning your back to chad and moving your hair out of the way.the air shifted as chad got closer and your breath hitched when you felt his fingers skim over your neck as he reached for the zipper. he teasingly took his time as he pulled it down, lower and lower until it stopped and your back was revealed. you grabbed a shirt and some gym shorts before heading to the bathroom.

palms holding you up, you looked in the mirror and gave a few breaths to steady your pacing heart. stripping the sweaty suit and into loose clothing, you walked back to chad’s room to see him also in different clothes.

“i’m gonna- i’m gonna sleep on the couch and you can have my bed.”

“are… are you sure. i mean, i’m fine with the couch.”

chad reached for your hands, “no, no. it’s fine. it’s been a long night and i can tell you’re tired. i want to wait up for ethan anyway.”

rolling your lips, you just nodded your head as you gently squeezed your conjoined hands. you didn’t step away, chad didn’t pull away. both of you detail the features that design the faces you love so much, eyes falling and staying on tempting lips.

“i should… i should let you get some sleep.” chad whispered. it took five seconds which felt like hours before he took his hands back. you don’t know what you were thinking or if you were even thinking. all you did was whisper chad’s name before he could leave your side, and start to lean towards him. you were planning to kiss him, it felt right at the moment. the tension was there, the both of you gazing at each other and staring at lips just begging to be touched.

just an inch or two away from his lips… his cheek. chad moved his head to the side and you landed on his cheek instead of your intended destination. motor functions moving slowly due to the liquor, you pulled away. “i’m uh… i’m gonna sleep now.” a nervous chuckle as you moved around chad and flung yourself into his sheets.

“good night, y/n.”

“good night, chad.”

when his door closed, you groaned lowly to yourself, bedding thrown over your face. “stupid, stupid. of course he wouldn’t want to kiss you. just drunk and mixing signals, that’s all.” a few beats of silence until you groaned again and forced yourself to sleep.

-

“so… you’re  a wimp.”

chad’s spoon of cereal stopped in mid-air at ethan’s words. “no i’m not. i wasn’t gonna kiss her when she’s been drinking.” sinking the metal into his mouth and chewing the food and drinking the milk.

ethan paused, but then nodded his head. “very gentlemanly of you, but she was the one who was starting it wasn’t she? so it is obvious that y/n likes you!” his voice was higher at the end and chad started to shush him.

“dude, keep your voice down. but look, that doesn’t mean anything.”

ethan’s head hits the table making a loud thudding noise, and bowls of food slightly shaking. chad just stared at his friend's dramatics while spooning more food into his mouth and chewing in thought. maybe you did like him… 

“are you finally realizing that you like y/n more than a friend and thinking about when to tell her?”

chad narrowed his ethan’s at ethan’s stupid smirk. “no.”

ethan just raised his brows. “…yes.”

ethan fist pumped the air, “and mindy said it would be longer. i fucking win!”

chad once again, calmed ethan’s tone down so he wouldn’t wake you. “look, okay, i tell y/n i like her, and then what?”

before ethan could respond they heard a door opening and then footsteps that brought you into their kitchen-dining area. hair disheveled, dirty makeup coating your eyes, chad’s t-shirt rumpled with sleep. he thought you looked so cute, even with that morning pout.

the two boys greeted you but you didn’t say anything back. feet still carrying you until you stood beside chad, turned his head your way, and leaned down to connect your lips.

for about a minute it felt like you and chad were the only ones in the apartment. pretending you were already dating and this was something you just do every morning to greet your partner.

you pulled away first. eyes fluttering open with a look at chad. he looked stunned but that soon morphed into happiness. both of you smiling like idiots at each other.

“well, good morning, beautiful.” his voice rasped.

you sighed and walked away to the kitchen, “don’t call me that when it looks like i got into an alley fight with a cat and the cat won.” grabbing a bowl and the milk.

“that’s oddly specific, has that happened?” ethan asked around a mouthful of food.

“yes, ethan. it has.”

a beat of silence before both boys started laughing and you couldn’t help but join in the infectious glee. 

-

a/n2: this was the only way i could end the fic. i know i know, it’s not my best.

[jellyfishxxi]

Spidergirl - Far From Home CH 1

Miguel O'Hara x Child!Spider!Reader

Summary: An anomaly got into Earth 199999. You and Miguel go to fix it. However neither of you are expecting to get stuck there....

My name is ______ _____.

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Alright, let's do this one last time. I promise.

I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last 3 years, I've been the one and only,

Spidergirl.

I think you know the rest.

Saved my city, saved my school (not that I wanted to.), Lost my dad, and saved the city some more.

Then this weird version of Doc Oc shows up, and this cool spider-lady with a motorcycle and this really buff spider-man show up and invite me to join this society.

Tldr: I have a new dad now.

And I'm not the only one.

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It should have been business as usual. An anomaly got into another dimension, spiders get dispatched to retrieve it, business as usual, right?

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

Earth - 199999

New York City

"Kid, you know this guy?" Tony asked Peter, as they fought a version of The Green Goblin, who looked more like he belonged in ancient Greece than 2014.

"No, Mr. Stark!" Peter replied, launching the ancient greek goblin into a nearby wall. "He looks like Green Goblin, but not the one I've fought, which technically doesn't make any sense cause-"

"We get it." Clint chimed in, trying to pin the greek goblin into the wall with his arrows, only for the greek goblin to rip them out and resume attacking, flinging Peter into a wall.

Every Avenger was fighting the variant of Green Goblin, from Tony in his Iron Man suit to Hulk as... Well, himself. The Green Goblin glitched out, stopping fighting for a moment.

"What the hell..." Natasha spoke, looking at the goblin in suspicion and confusion. "J.A.R.V.I.S, gimme the rundown." Tony said, looking at the glitching goblin.

"It appears this Green Goblin is not from this universe."

J.A.R.V.I.S spoke in Tony's suit. "This thing knows how to traverse dimensions?" Tony spoke, Bewildered. Nobody else was able to get a word in before the Goblin stopped glitching. He grabbed Peter by his webs and stuck him to a building, slamming Thor and Hulk with his tail and flicking Tony, Steve, Natasha and Clint like they were nothing but bugs.

That's when the portal opened up.

The glowing, hexagonal portal appeared in the sky, surprising every Avenger. "What is that??" Thor both exclaimed and asked.

Two strands of flaming webs shot out of the portal, latching onto Green Goblin's arms. Goblin grabbed the webs and yanked them hard, only to be kicked in the face by... A kid who really couldn't be any older than 13.

As the goblin landed with a thud against the concrete, you dropped down, breathing heavily as you dusted off your costume. "Who-" Tony started to say, before another person came through the portal. He was clearly much older, and landed next to you.

"Did you see it Miguel? I was all tough and I kicked his stupid face!" You exclaimed, jumping excitedly. Miguel didn't react outwardly, but on behind his mask he was looking at you like a proud father.

"Focus, ______. Take care of the anomaly before celebrating." Miguel said to you, causing you to nod. "Right! Right." You said, focusing.

"I'll take the left arm if you take the right." Miguel spoke. You nodded, shooting towards Green Goblin's right arm and webbing it to the concrete, Miguel doing the same for the left. The two of you continued to web up Green Goblin, before finally he was completely tied up.

"Getting this guy back is gonna be a nightmare." You commented. Miguel hummed in agreement, going to open another portal back to the Spider Society HQ. But nothing happened.

"Qué..." Miguel said in confusion. "What? Open the portal already." You said, getting frustrated. You had a test tomorrow. Staying overnight in an alternate dimension was not in your plans.

"I'm trying, niña, it's not working. You do it." Miguel sounded just as frustrated as you. You tried opening a portal with your 'gizmo', but nothing happened. "It's not working for me either!" You shouted.

You looked at Miguel with a slightly scared expression. "Miguel, are we stuck here.?" You asked. Miguel sighed. "We're not stuck." He said. "LYLA, reboot the system." He spoke to the holographic AI as she popped up.

"What?" She said, teasingly. "Reboot the system." Miguel repeated. "Couldn't catch that." She said. Miguel groaned. "Reboot. The system." He repeated again, angrier.

"Ooh. Yeah, on it." She said, much to Miguel's chagrin. She appeared moments later. "Uh, something's up with the portal generation system. In fact, you and ______ can't actually do anything with your Gizmo's but make calls and check the time." LYLA spoke.

Both you and Miguel looked at her. "But... We're not gonna glitch, right?" You asked. "No, the protection against that's still running. But until they get fixed, you're stuck in Earth-199999." Miguel groaned, rolling his eyes. You looked nervous.

"Stuck? In an alternate dimension?!" You exclaimed. "I can't be stuck here, I have a test tomorrow! And if I'm not back by morning my guardians will kill me!" You began to freak out.

"Breathe, niña." Miguel spoke, kneeling down and placing a hand on your shoulder. "We'll get home."

Your moment was interrupted.

"Uh, excuse me?" Tony asked, suddenly standing in front of the two of you. That's right, there's other people here. You thought to yourself. "Who the hell are you two?"

You looked at Miguel. Miguel looked at you.

"I'm Spiderman." Miguel said.

"I'm Spidergirl." You said.

Peter pried himself off of the building, looking at you and Miguel in shock.

"More Spider-people?"

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TO BE CONTINUED