#;bio { harry osborn }

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Separation Anxiety-Voters Choice

Man that was a CLOSE race, separation anxiety won by one vote! (Maybe 2, idk %'s are not my strong suit)

The fic itself has a lot of angsty parksborn interactions, so here’s a little bittersweet, spicy piece I think y’all will enjoy :D

Thanks again for voting!

Rating: Explicit 🔞😈🔥

Tags: parksborn smut, consensual domination, web bondage, cumming untouched, harry has a degradation kink, and a praise kink, slut kink, Andrew!Peter, Dane!Harry, top!Peter, bottom!Harry, TASM2

Let’s go back to the beginning one more time…

Earth-120703 (Webb Universe) Queens. May 2014

If you think you know everything that happened between Peter and Harry, you're wrong….

‘Complicated’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

“So. Gwen.”

Peter’s heart moved painfully in his chest at her name on his lips. Fuck, there was so much to unpack there.

“What about her?

“That whole thing still, ‘complicated?’”

Peter frowns before opening and taking an equal pull off the lip of his bottle. Complicated was a word for it alright. He lets out a resigned sigh. It’s not complicated. Its over. He’s fucked up with her too many times. He just can’t seem to figure out what he wants. She knows what she wants.

“More like, not gonna happen again even if I want it to,” he mutters, hating how much truth there is behind those words.

“Well good, because then I don't feel guilty doing this.”

Before Peter could even start to think of a response Harry is closing the distance between them with a hard press of his lips. Peter startles in his sudden, strong grasp, but it's equally as grounding as Harry moves his lips expertly against Peter’s.

It’s not long before Peter’s kissing back with equal force. He’s had a crush on Harry since he was 8 years old, and he was pretty sure the same went for Harry. Even if they absolutely never talked about it. Talking wasn't really their strong suit. They learned early on they responded better physically.

They kissed like they were making up for lost time, which in a lot of ways they were. Their traumatic childhoods, abusive fathers, school transfers, and other relationships had gotten in the way every time. But not now. Now it was just him and Harry, all alone in his penthouse suite.

Why was he here again?

Peter is the one directing things now, ignoring everything but the man in his arms.

Harry begins to paw against the raised edges of his suit, determined to get it off and Peter chuckles. He lifts Harry up and helps his legs around Peter’s hips so he can continue his ministrations.

By the time they crossed the threshold of the bedroom Peter could find in his sleep, Harry’s clothes were open and moments from falling off. Meanwhile, Peter was still very much in his suit.

Harry huffs in genuine frustration, poking at the reinforced material in annoyance.

“I no longer like the suit.”

Peter laughs genuinely before reaching under a small flap at the left side of his neck. From there he exposes a small zipper-pull that he drags down fluidly. The remainder of the suit falls down at his feet.

“Better?” He asks.

Harry didn't even try to hide his obvious ogling.

“Much.”

“Good,” Peter grins, returning his attention to Harry’s neck, sucking hickies into the unscaled side. It draws needy whimpers from the heir under him in no time. It makes Peter chuckle. Yeah, sure Harry might have known Peter’s tells enough to figure out his biggest secret, but Peter knew some of Harry’s secrets too.

“I missed you Peter.”

“I know baby,” he sighs, achingly vulnerable. They had missed so many opportunities. “I missed you too.” He reclaims Harry’s lips, hands moving to his open belt to pull down jeans that fit Harry about as snugly as his suit fit him. He didn't hate it, everything looked good on Harry. But he wanted them off, now.

A sharp pull down and Harry’s cock sprang free, angry, red and ready for more than he was currently getting. Peter grins knowingly. “Still dress like a slut huh?”

Harry shivers pleasantly under him, eyes searching, hungry for more.

“I was hoping you'd come back tonight.”

“So this is for me?” He asks, running his hand down Harry’s bare thigh, before gripping his leaking cock at the base.

Harry’s hips fly upward with a surprised gasp, but Peter’s extra strength grip on his hip keeps Harry right where he wants him. Harry lets out a frustrated growl. Only using a little bit of his newly acquired strength to continuously test Peter’s hold.

“What, you’re going to tease me to death? That’s just cruel.”

Peter chuckles to play along but the causal mention of Harry’s impending death takes another solid chunk of his heart with it.

“I’m going to give you everything you ask for Sweetheart,” he promises. Because this, he could actually promise. Unlike what he promised Uncle Ben.

And Captain Stacy.

Aunt May.

Gwen.

Harry’s hips arch and his voice breaks against Peter's unyielding hold, snapping the brunette out of his head and back to the present moment.

“Well, what I want is for you to touch me Peter. Preferably sooner rather than later.”

Peter squeezes his hand all the way up to the tip before twisting on the glide back down. Harry arches and gasps into the touch, huffing in frustration when Peter’s hand stops again.

“Is that all you want me to do?”

Harry tries to glare, but he’s too worked up to stay angry. Instead he flushes crimson.

“…No.”

As a reward, Peter pumps his hand again, spreading precum all over the head of Harry’s cock before gliding slickly back down.

“Fuck,” Harry chokes, his head digging into a nest of pillows.

Peter smirks.

“Is that an official request?” He pumps the man’s cock faster now, rubbing just long enough for Harry’s eyes to start to roll back into his head.

Harry still hadn’t answered though, so Peter releases his grip all together. Harry’s cock twitches helplessly against open air and he curses as he's denied friction again.

Frustrated, Harry’s hand shoots down to finish the work Peter started. But before his hand can reach its destination, an equally fast web catches his hand and secures it to one of the corners of the bed.

“Fuck.” Harry stares at his attached wrist with wide, shocked eyes before letting out an amused chuckle. “That’s hot Pete.”

Peter snorts. Harry being into bondage was not surprising in the slightest. He fires another web to Harry's other wrist, watching with a smirk as his eyes glaze over, proving Peter’s theory.

Peter can’t help but think Harry looks good like this, naked with his arms bound, his pathetic cock stiff and wet jutting up between wide open legs. Ready for anything Peter will give him.

Peter crawls further up the bed, straddling Harry’s chest. It puts his own hard cock perfectly in line with Harry’s mouth.

“You’re in the wrong spot if you’re going to fuck me,” Harry sasses, but Peter doesnt take the deflective bait.

“I’d really hate to web your mouth shut too, but I will if I have to.”

Harry licks his lips, eyeing Peter’s own heavy and proud standing erection.

“Then you’d lose the benefit of what my mouth can do.”

Peter grips the blonde's chin tight, inspecting Harry's open and waiting mouth for a tortuously long time. His cock bobs just breaths away from the blonde's mouth, and he counts three separate times Harry’s impatient tongue seeks out a taste. Instead of giving it to him, Peter drops the man’s chin and tsks,

“I suppose it'll do."

Peters' blatant dismissal tore a small, helpless moan out of Harry and Peter reveled in the knowledge he knew Harry’s kinks like the back of his hand. His first boy crush turned obsession was his best friend; 6 years apart felt like nothing the second they were together again.

He held Harry's mouth steady as he lined up his own cock with the slick entrance. Harry licks his lips once more, but Peter keeps everything right where he wants it. “Show me your safe word.”

Harry’s foot kicked the headboard three times rapidly. It echos loudly in the room and Peter feels satisfied in his ability to hear it once they got started.

“Good boy.”

“Please, Peter,” Harry begs, desperation clear.

Peter smiles, rubbing the outside of Harry’s cheek with the head of his cock. Precum glistens across the skin and Peter's eyes narrow on the way his thin pink tongue reaches desperately to get a taste.

“Slut,” he remarks and Harry nods.

“Please, let me show you how much.”

Peter doesn’t waste another second. He slides his cock into Harry’s mouth, gliding until he felt the wide head push against the tight muscles of his throat. The muffled groan that came out of Harry was nothing short of pornographic, and he wishes more than anything he had his camera right now.

He pulls back to give Harry a chance for air before sliding back in. He’s able to fit a little more this time.

Harry's eyes roll back into his head and his hips twitch into the open air above him.

Peter isn’t close enough for him to grind against on purpose.

“You're doing so good Harry,” he appropriately praises, because Peter had been in as deep as he could be for almost a minute now and Harry hasn't gagged, protested, or requested air. Harry Obsorn, living up to his playboy reputation.

When he eventually does need it, all it takes is a look. A gentle pleading with his glacial blue eyes and Peter was pulling out just enough for Harry to breathe through his nose.

“Since I'm feeling nice,” Peter starts, pushing Harry’s sweat-slick locks out of his eyes before sinking back into his mouth, “I’ll let you choose where I cum.”

Peter felt more than heard Harry’s muffled curse against his cock. He continues. “I personally want to see what this pretty face looks like, ruined with my cum.”

Harry's bound body shivered pleasurably once more, his needy whine causing vibrations to radiate up his cock. He felt Harry’s desperate empty attempt to fuck anything but air between his legs and smirked. Of course Harry likes that idea. “But, I also remember how much you like to be filled. And I’ve been dreaming about this ass since you came back to town.”

Harry jolted in the restraints like he had been electrocuted. It took Peter a second to realize it was him forcefully trying to pull from the webbed restraints.

Peter smirks proudly, motioning at his self-manufactured web shooter. “They're the real deal baby.”

Harry huffs in obvious frustration, yanking himself off Peter’s dick.

“Pete please! You know how much I hate it when you tease me!”

Peter laughs at his best friends expense because there was no way he was stopping now.

“Aw, is wittle Hwarry Osborn upset because he can't get something immediately?”

“Fuck You, Parker.”

Peter scratches the side of his head in sarcastic contemplative thought.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve confirmed twice now it’s you who wants to get fucked. But I get it. I mean, it's gotta be annoying, needing something so bad only to realize that not even your money can buy it.” To articulate his point, he reaches his hand back and rakes the tips of his nails up the length of Harry’s still hard, slick cock.

“Fuck!" Harry moans in the form of a bubbled sob, his hips jerking erratically in a way that signals he was nearing his final breaking point. This was as good as a submission Peter would get before Harry became either overstimulated, bored, or too frustrated to continue.

“Cum for me good boy,” Peter orders in his ear; quiet, secretive, intimate.

Harry cums with a loud strangled cry, his hips pumping desperately up in the open air as his orgasm rushes through him. Peter feels cum coat his ass and the back of his legs.

Afterwards he leans down and connects their lips, licking away the saltiness of his own preum from Harry’s tongue.

Harry fights to catch his breath after such a strong orgasm. But when he does, he’s back to spewing demands, as if he wasn’t the one on his back, tied up.

"I still want you to fuck me."

*check back Sunday for the full chapter*

[ozzinbloggin]

ASM #40

[suspiriums]

woah! was that HARRY OSBORN walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from MARVEL (TASM). they’re 22 and live in GLEN OAK HEIGHTS but watch out because they can be RESENTFUL + SPOILED but are actually CHARISMATIC + CONFIDENT. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of champagne glasses clinking, hiding feelings behind extravagance, & flashes of the color green when imagining them. / jeff satur, he/they

FULL NAME :  harold theopolis osborn

ALIAS : harry

AGE :  22

SPECIES : human

GENDER :  demiboy

PRONOUNS :  he / him & they / them

SEXUAL ORIENTATION :  bisexual

OCCUPATION : environmental law student

FAKE LIFE :

harry's fake life wasn't drastically different from his real one. he lived in a nice home and was pretty well off

he was enrolled in college as an environmental law student

he and steve harrington were in a relationship, but things have dissolved ever since they regained their memories

REAL LIFE :

harry is mostly inspired by tasm and insomniac

he has not yet gone goblin mode but never say never

he had a close relationship with his mother and has been devastated ever since her death

incredibly complicated relationship with his father

heir to a multi-billion dollar multinational corporation

WANTED CONNECTIONS :

friends ( esp some to party with ), exes, fwb, frenemies, classmates/study buddies, drinking buddies

[chcsinghcppiness]

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name:  Harry Osborn

age: 24

occupation: scientist

sexuality: straight

status: single

current location: New York City

shipping status: open

Harry was born and raised in America. With his parents being rather wealthy, he never needed to worry about anything. His father knew from a young age on that he was very intelligent. He attended one private school after the other, making sure to get the best education possible. At the age of 10, his mother left the family and Harry stayed with his father. But only a couple years later, Norman started struggling with his own mind. The once so clever man was diagnosed with alzheimer. Harry was traumatized and wanted to help. He saw how rapidly his father's mind was becoming less, he knew he had to do something. Harry started experiementing in his own little lab inside the mansion. But he knew he had to think bigger if he wanted to find a cure for his father. At the age of 20 he found his own company Oscorp. With his own company and people who worked for him, they started doing different experiements until they would discorver a cure. And he did.

One night, he was alone at the lab, one of his experiements seemed to be right but went wrong. An explosion happened. The gas that was released changed his brain cells. What at first seemed like the right cure for his father, and when he injected the cure into him, he suddenly seemed to be cured. But Norman died and Harry started having having blackouts. He would randomly wake up, not remembering where he had been the previous night or why he was only half dressed.

Green Goblin. An identity he found for himself while the real Harry was absent. As Green Goblin he's roaming around New York City, enjoying mischief and trouble. And along with being a villain in a big city, a superhero would be after him. Spider-Man.

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

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pairing: college!harry osborn x college!fem!reader

summary: you had known peter parker for a few months now and he had mentioned having a roommate a few times but you never really pay attention to it. well you're left with no choice but to acknowledge it when you're met with him instead of peter while returning notes peter had so graciously let you borrow. maybe he should have so graciously told you he wasn't going to be home but you'd yell at him about that later.

warnings: swearing, brief mention of family issues.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this is the introduction to my heaven is a bedroom series which uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. since this is the introduction you can read it by itself or with the rest of the series! it is mentioned that the reader is a woc but you can ignore that if it doesn't apply.

if there was one thing college had brought you it was the sweet boy you could call a friend, peter parker. you had met peter during your freshman year at columbia university. you had both been placed into biology, seeming as you were a bio major and he was a bio-physics major. peter just so happened to come in late the first day and the only seat left was next to you, i guess no one wanted to be sitting all the way on the left side of the room.

you became friends pretty quickly and even became lab partners. peter was probably the only college boy you actually enjoyed being around. he was sweet and honest, wasn't very reliable though. at least from what he had told you when you finally got him to talk about the girl he liked. you watched peter's eyes light up every time he mentioned her name, smiling to yourself at how head over heels he was for her.

you were entering your third month of college, aka it was finally october. the previous week you had gotten too caught up at the shelter and missed class. thankfully peter had showed up on time that day and was helpful enough to lend you the notes, saying something about how it was the least he could do considering how many times you've lent him yours. as promised, you were on your way to return them to him now.

you had never been to peter's apartment, there was never a need until now. usually it was him returning the notes to your apartment. he had mentioned that he had a roommate. you couldn't remember what he said his name was but it was his childhood best friend. it didn't really seem too shocking because you had the same situation. what college student didn't have a roommate? what person living in new york didn't have a roommate? well, unless you were rich.

the building seemed nice enough as you rode up in the elevator, peter's notebook in hand. the lecture that you had missed had been on arachnids and peter's notes were expert-level. he had even taken the time to drop out some of the species. as the elevator gets to the top you realized you probably should've called to tell him you were coming over. in your defense, he just told you to drop them off on sunday and that was today. he never gave you an exact time so he would probably be home all day.

right?

the elevator finally came to a stop at the ninth floor. you opened up the gate and stepped off, stopping in front of the door and knocking on it. you heard some shuffling and smiled to yourself a bit. knowing peter he had probably forgot you were coming over. you heard footsteps coming towards the door before it unlocked and opened.

wait, this isn't peter.

"hi?" the guy said.

he was cute. he was really cute.

he was tall, a little lanky looking. he had brown hair and honey brown eyes to match. he was wearing a blue button up, the collar of a white tee shirt poked out where the first two buttons failed to meet their match. there was a black watch on his left wrist. he had on these small, little reading glasses. you must've interrupted something.

"hi. i must have the wrong apartment. i'm looking for peter parker?"

"oh pete does live here. he's just not home right now" he answered, flashing you an apologetic smile.

so this was the roommate peter had mentioned.

"he should be back soon though. come in" he said before he stepped to the side and let you into their apartment.

"thanks" you smiled as you stepped inside and glanced around.

it was a nice apartment. you first walk into the kitchen. they had a dinning room table in front of one of the two big balcony doors. there was a small living room area beside the dining room table, in front of the other balcony door. stairs to the left of that, assumedly leading to their bedrooms. their office space was to the right of the stairs.

your eyes fell back onto the dining room table where there were notebooks and textbooks scattered.

so you did interrupt something.

"i'm sorry if i interrupted anything. i was just dropping off the notes he'd let me borrow. he told me to come on sunday" you explained.

"oh don't worry. you didn't interrupt anything, i was just doing some homework. pete stepped out early this morning but i'm sure he'll be back soon if you want to wait. i'm harry, harry osborn" he said, sticking his hand out.

his eyes seemed to linger on you a bit.

wait. osborn as in oscorp? the multi-billion dollar tech company?

"i'm y/n. peter and i are lab partners"

you shake his hand. his palm is kind of sweaty. he nods slowly, like he's putting the pieces together.

"did peter not mention that?"

"well he did, he just never mentioned that you were a girl"

you cocked your head at him a bit.

what was that supposed to mean?

he must've noticed the change in your facial expression because he was quick to explain.

"n-not that there's anything wrong with that. i just didn't realize pete had it in him"

you looked at him oddly again.

"no, i mean not like that. it's just that peter doesn't do too well talking to women. he sort of um... freezes up"

you had heard all about peter's inability to speak to women. he was constantly telling you about his failed attempts at making a move on mary jane watson. the poor guy was like a lost puppy in that department.

but harry wasn't doing any better right now.

"sort of like you're doing now?" a small smirk creeping onto your face.

"yeah, sort of" he chuckled, looking away. "do you want something?"

"no. thank you, but i actually should get going. i have a shift i need to get to. could you just let peter know i dropped it off?" you asked, handing him the notebook.

his gaze fell to the notebook and then back up to you as he grabbed hold of it. those puppy eyes seemed almost pleading. like there was something else he wanted to say.

but he didn't.

"yeah of course. i'll let him know you stopped by"

"thank you", you smiled, "it was nice meeting you harry"

he opened the front door for you and you looked back at him briefly as you walked out.

"no problem, nice meeting you"

-

"harry, no"

"oh come on pete! please?" he pleaded.

"no. i'm not getting involved" peter said, throwing up his hands.

"you have to pete. you're my only in"

ever since peter got home harry had been down his throat. actually, more like on his knees. begging peter to give him information about y/n.

"harry she's going to eat you alive. you ever heard that song "maneater"? yeah that's her"

"well if she's so bad then why are you friends with her?"

"oh she's a great friend but i've seen her crush pretty much every guy who tries to make a move with her's ego. and harry, your ego can get pretty big"

for every time peter rambled to you about mary jane, you told him a story about your massacre of a love life. that wasn't an insult either, that was the way you liked it.

"gee thanks pete" he deadpanned, "my ego will live. i still don't understand how you never told me about her!"

peter distinctively remembers a time that he was walking out of class with you. you two were in the middle of a conversation about the lecture when a guy from class stopped you. it was an obvious attempt to as you out but all the guy got from you was a dirty look and a short, uninterested response. then you continued on as if that interaction had never happen, resuming your conversation with peter.

now every time that guy sees you in class he avoids you like the plague. and you act like he doesn't exist because, to you, he doesn't.

"i didn't know it was so important to you" peter said sarcastically as he started up the stairs, chuckling.

"peter i haven't even been able to finish my homework, that's how important it is to me"

peter stopped mid step, noticeably fed up with harry's investigating.

"she mentioned going to a shift later. at least tell me where she works?"

peter internally smiled. harry had practically taken the short time you were here and engraved it in his memory. surely he had the resources to find out more about you on his own but peter figured he'd make his life a little easier. knowing harry wouldn't let him get through his homework if he didn't.

"she doesn't. she volunteers at the animal shelter." peter admitted before going to his room.

a smile took place on harry's face.

-

a few days later you were at the front desk of the shelter, filling out the paperwork for a new dog that had come in. you heard the front door open, thanks to the bell on it, and footsteps that stopped before you. you started greeting whoever it was without looking up.

"hi. what kind of animal are you looking for today?"

"well i was hoping you would help with that"

wait a minute. you had heard that voice before.

"harry?" you questioned as you looked up.

"hi y/n" he smiled

what was he doing here?

"i didn't know you and peter were looking for a pet"

he shrugged.

"figured there's no harm in looking"

"no, i guess there isn't" you smiled

"so will you help me?"

-

you had given harry a tour of the shelter. starting with the cats, moving onto the dogs. he didn't really strike you as an animal person but he seemed to like whatever you liked. he also seemed more interested in you than he was in the animals. the shelter didn't take smaller animals so after the dogs there wasn't much else to show. coincidentally, as your tour was coming to an end so was your shift.

"i have to go clock out" you told him as you guys had returned to the lobby.

"well i can wait here. if you want to go grab a drink or something?" he asked.

"a drink?" you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

usually, this would be an immediate no. you didn't have time for this. you were busy enough with classes and volunteering. you didn't need any distractions.

usually, you would write this off as a waste of time. you had no interest in dating or hooking up so what was the point? it's not like you needed a friend either. i mean you had plenty of friends.

right?

you had plenty of friends. you had clover, your other two long distance best friends, your sister, and... peter. they were more than enough. you didn't really have time for anyone else. really.

"well like a coffee or something, whatever you want" he saved.

his nervousness made you smile.

damn it.

"sure harry, give me a minute" you agreed before turning and going into the break room.

you'd be a liar if you said you hadn't thought about harry. the minute you got home you and your roommate had did some stalking to find out what you could about him. you felt bad about it but him showing up here made you feel less bad about it. he had obviously been doing his own research.

harry was the only son of norman osborn. clover had given you wide eyes when you guys found that out. not that it mattered much to you but it confirmed that osborn was indeed for oscorp. apparently, his father was a billionaire.

a rich, pretty boy was almost never a good combo. but for right now you seemed to have the upper hand. you just needed to keep that advantage.

you came back out with your jacket in hand as you made your way over to harry. new york was in fall now which called for a few more layers. you had been wearing a red spider-man baby tee, a black pleated skirt with thermal black tights and tall, black uggs.

"so you like spider-man?" he asked with a smile.

he has a pretty smile.

"you don't?" you asked as you slipped on the jacket and zipped it halfway.

"he's a cool guy"

he held the door open for you as you walked out before leading the way towards a coffee shop he said he had heard was good.

"what are you going to school for?" he asked you.

he has his hands in the pockets of his jacket. the cold wind was making the tip of his nose and ears turn red.

like a little rudolph.

"i'm a biology major" you answered.

your hands were also shoved in the pockets of your jacket. your tan skin made the redness in your face less obvious on you than it was on him but he could still see it. he made sure to.

"that tracks"

you gave him a bit of a side eye. if you hadn't known he had done his research on you before, he just gave it away.

"i just mean because it seems like you like animals. your eyes kind of lit up every time you introduced me to one"

so he's observant.

"you're not wrong. that's what i'm going to school for" you admitted.

and interested. maybe.

"to work with animals?"

"yeah, to be a vet."

"no wonder you're friends with peter. you must be like wicked smart" he chuckled.

you continued to talk until you got to the coffee shop. turns out he's an only child, you're not. he never mentioned a mother, so it must just be his father. he talks so highly of his father, but there's a bit of a falter there. you knew that falter.

stop psychoanalyzing him.

you watched his face drop when he went to order for you two and you told him you don't actually drink coffee. he apologized profusely for not asking before but you told him you'd live. he got you a hot chocolate instead.

when you guys left the coffee shop harry said he would walk you home so you led the way this time. you both sipped on your drinks and continued conversation. apparently, harry also goes to columbia but he was a business major with a minor in engineering. your paths would hardly ever cross on campus.

you had sort of wrote him off to be this fuckboy, you still kind of do. the business major thing doesn't really help his case. but this little walk with him had made you realize he wasn't so terrible.

that didn't mean you were gonna let him off so easily though.

you stopped in front of the building, harry looked confused when he realized what building you two were in front of.

"i told you i would walk you home" he said, frowning a bit.

"i walked you home instead, my place is further" you said, nodding in the direction opposite of the one you guys came from.

that was a lie. but it was too early for him to know where you lived. you had to keep that upper hand.

"i wouldn't mind walking a little bit y/n, really. "

okay so maybe he was actually interested.

"i know but its alright. i gotta get home." you said as you started to walk away from him. "thank you for the hot chocolate!"

harry watched you walk away from him with furrowed brows as he watched you go the same direction you had just came from.

"i thought you said your apartment was further away?!" he called after you.

"i lied!" you yelled back, smirking to yourself.

-

"y/n! i think you should give him a chance!"

you and peter were similar in the way that you both were roommates with your childhood best friends. right about now you wished you weren't.

"a chance to what? fuck me?"

you two were more different than you were similar. clover liked to see the best in people. that wasn't her fault though. she had never exactly been given a reason to do otherwise.

clover came from two loving parents. she was an only child but her parents treated you like a second daughter. sometimes you thought they treated you better than your own parents did. you tried to push that thought away though. it made you feel guilty.

they were the reason you and clover were living together right now. her parents were both tennis players and they must've been good at it because they were are loaded. they started investing in property at some point. and when their daughter told them she wanted to move to new york for college with her best friend, they made it happen.

they bought the whole apartment building actually, making sure to leave the best apartment available for their daughter and you. its insanity but you couldn't be more grateful for them. they did for more you than your own parents did.

"maybe. maybe more, maybe less" she protested

you laughed and shook your head at her. you had predicted this would happen. you were gonna avoid telling her in the first place but she saw the empty hot chocolate and started questioning.

"you've lost your mind. absolutely not clo"

she groaned like you had just told her she was grounded. which, for the record, clover's parents never grounded her. you grabbed bug and headed towards your room.

being a regular volunteer at the shelter gave you the privilege (and curse) of being able to foster some of the animals. you had to limit yourself to one and you picked bug. bug was a big black cat who enjoyed messing with clover during his free time. she wasn't huge on cats and he made it his business to harass her when you weren't home. you didn't mind, it evened the score for when she harassed you like she is right now.

"y/n please! this could actually mean something for you!" she protested.

for clover, this was the equivalent to you shutting off her favorite rom com right before things started to get good. her words not yours.

"it was just hot chocolate! plus, i don't want it to mean anything. i will live just fine without harry. didn't you say yourself that he had a reputation?"

during our light stalking session she said she had heard about him, a few girls had mentioned his name. then she admitted that was a lie and a lot of girls had mentioned his name, on various occasions. apparently he had spent the first few months of college getting some experience under his belt.

probably wasn't too hard for him once girls figured out who his father was.

you remember peter complaining about it once. saying how harry was falling behind and he had to threaten him to not help him anymore if he didn't get his act together.

or was it harry's father?

you couldn't exactly remember.

maybe that's why he was studying when you went over.

"we don't exactly know what that reputation is though! it could just be gossip or he could've changed!" clover called.

you scoffed as you entered your room, "yeah, fat chance clo!"

"a talking stage won't hurt!" she called after you before you shut your door and set bug down. you watched as he made his way onto you bed and laid himself out.

"might hurt" you mumbled.

-

up next: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

How did the clone saga happen in the destroyerverse?

First draft, and I left out or glossed over some stuff I’d like to use (like Kindred and some of the other Gwen clones) but basically:

Dr. Miles Warren, devastated by the loss of Gwen Stacy, resorts to experimental cloning technology (based on Dr. Octavius’s research and funded by a grieving Harry Osborn) to revive her. Otto, now a disembodied consciousness hiding out in pieces of his tech rigged up in Warren’s cloning lab, hijacks the project to generate a new body based on his ultimate foe: Spider-Man. A pair of successful Gwen and Peter clones (both with Spider powers due to cross contamination) escape the lab after coming to consciousness and go on the run. Warren generates a new clone, Kaine, to track them down and return Gwen while incapacitating or killing “Peter.”

Curious about the implications of “Spider-Gwen” and aware of Dr. Essex’s “Chimera” Thesis, Warren goes rogue from his benefactors and begins generating experimental “Chimera Spiders” based on whatever genetic material he has on hand. Unbeknownst to Harry, the secret ingredient Warren is using to generate fully adult clones on the fly is actually inert Symbiote bio-material (their “flesh” for a given value of the term) requiring some kind of stabilizing agent that Warren had yet to perfect by the trail stage. Spider-Man (i.e. the real Peter) confronts the escaped clones, assuming simply recreated his original bio-accelerant process in a new spider, only to be shocked to find Gwen and himself under the masks.

The clones escape when Kaine makes his move, distracting Peter. Pete goes to the foremost expert he knows on cloning for help: Dr. Miles Warren. Warren uses Pete’s visit to perform a covert bio-scan in hopes of locating the stabilizing agent needed for the clones as a protein in Pete’s body, unaware that the scan sets off Pete’s Spider-Sense and prompts him to return that night as Spider-Man to investigate Warren’s office. Tracking down Warren’s cloning facility, Pete is attacked by The Jackal, all of the existing clones accidentally released in the struggle. Otto—seeing his chance—bonds his consciousness to a Chimera of himself and Peter, considering it the “Superior” option.

The clone “Peter” returns to help Pete fight and unmask Jackal, Dr. Warren escaping the chaos. After the battle, Pete and the clone have a heart to heart and bond over shared memories. The clone picks the name “Ben Reilly” for himself and sets out to live his own life, fighting crime as the Scarlet Spider. Kaine, discovering the power to activate the inert Symbiote flesh in his body, becomes "Chasm" and sets to hunting down Jackal. Gwen is eventually picked up by Harry and the man pulling his strings: Norman Osborn, now with almost none of his human self left and a body strung together from Goblin formula, symbiote matter, and OsCorp bio-cybernetics.

Doppleganger, Guardian, Spidercide, plus new versions of Tarantula, Scorpion, and Spider-Woman (a female Peter clone) all escape into the wider world as well, all operating as super-criminals barring Spider-Woman, who takes up the mantle for Jessica Drew when she retires to raise her child.

[bloodiedrogue]

FIGURE YOU OUT (1)

SUMMARY: As Spider-Man's older sister it's your responsibility to make sure he comes home no matter the state. It's also your responsibility to question strangers who claim to be versions of him from other dimensions.

PAIRING: Miguel O'Hara & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 7,793

WARNINGS: Angst, enemies-to-lovers adjacent (if that makes sense???), minor descriptions of injury, heavy alcohol use, mention of vomiting, inappropriate language.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OKAY SO this was originally supposed to be a hefty one shot but after much consideration I've decided it's going to read best as a series so you're getting not one but three parts! Hopefully y'all like it 'cause this is my first time writing for Miguel and I'm kind of nervous? :')))

CHAPTER LIST / NEXT CHAPTER / MASTERLIST

-

 “May, for the millionth time I’m not—“

Before you can even finish, Aunt May’s hands are on her face, pushing on the frustrated expression that laces through her features. She’s annoyed, as per usual. Exhausted, just like the pale and veiny hands that rest beneath the dimness of your dining room light, pulling at wrinkled skin. 

“I just think he’d be good for you, you know? Harry’s nice and attractive and—”

“Norman Osborn’s son?”

“Okay, but it’s not like the boy’s anything like his father.”

“That you’re aware of.”

She opens her mouth, a small huff releasing straight from her chest, knowing already you’ll never budge. You’re too stubborn like your father —like her nephew who so effortlessly had a counter for every argument he wound up tangled in. Like you, he’d fight to the death for every little thing and she knows it, causing her to merely frown. 

“Fine, fine but just know you’re missing out. He’s a real catch.”

You scrunch up your face, resisting the urge to gag knowing how much May chastises you for being childish. You’re an adult now, act like it! You practically hear the words echoing through your mind as you reach for the glass of wine in front of you, gripping the stem tightly as you take a huge gulp.

“Okay then, if not Harry, are there any other men?”

You almost cough into your glass, unprepared to answer. Sure there were men. Here and there you’d had some dates and flings and almost, maybe boyfriends. You played the field like any other twenty-something woman in Brooklyn trying for their shot at love by going out to bars or hopping on dating sites. Like everyone else, you scrolled through the endless faces and bios, picking and choosing your fave ones; having moments of is this the one with far too many boys who turned out to be nothing more than just a memory.

So yes and no, you decide, telling May the latter, knowing if you choose the former she’ll get too excited and start asking questions.

“You know you’re not getting any younger, kid.” 

“I know.” 

You also know that you should be offended. You should be pissed off or annoyed —any sort of negative emotion but all you feel is exhaustion, considering you have this conversation at least once a week. Sometimes twice if you have to drop by May’s or the shelter. 

Every time she sees you it’s as if she needs to put this pressure on you. To throw this burden on your shoulders so that she isn’t the only one thinking of it. Because if you’re thinking about it maybe you’ll do something about it, right?

“You should find someone to love —to settle down with.”

You want to. More than she knows. It’s lonely here in New York, living in your busted-up one-bedroom apartment with a brother who’s never around. Day in and day out you’re forced into a space of solitude you never asked for, moving aimlessly from bedroom to subway car to office and back again. 

It’s not ideal, especially when you have to watch Peter and his double life. Sure, it’s stressful —a burden sometimes more often than not, but at least it’s exciting. At least there’s substance.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed soon. The lab needs me early for testing,” you lie, smiling tiredly, hoping that May won’t notice. 

This time she doesn’t. Or at least, she feels worn down enough not to ask questions. A fact you’re thankful for as she nods her head and kisses your face, saying her usual goodbye before scurrying out the front door with a wave. 

When she’s gone you let out a heavy breath, running your fingers through the roots of your hair. You’re not sure how long you can keep living this way. Flowing from place to place like an aimless ghost. It hurts too much knowing all the potentials. All the crazy things waiting for you just outside your door. More than anything you want to experience them —to live them just like Peter. 

Secretly, you think you want to be like Peter. To be looked at —adored or hated, it doesn’t matter. Desperately, you want a pair of eyes to look at you as something other than you: a tired lab assistant just trying to survive. You want someone to see you, to know your worth in a way that doesn’t involve Petri dishes or DNA swabs. 

You want to feel needed, you decide. Not in a life-changing way per se. More needed in the sense of being someone’s first choice like MJ is for Peter. To have that one person you can rely on and vice versa no matter the circumstance. A ride or die. 

The thought makes you groan into the base of your hands as you pull at your roots, the vibrations against your skin making you pull away. It’s only eight and, embarrassingly enough, you’re ready for bed, your body weighing down in the chair you currently reside in. Already your eyes are starting close, their function slowing decreasing by the second as you reach for your glass of wine and down the rest in one gulp.

It’s disgusting but regardless you pour yourself another, already knowing you’ll need it to actually go to bed. 

You don’t sleep well when Peter’s out.

Blinking tiredly you pull your phone out of your pocket and shoot him a quick text. Are you good?

You don’t expect an answer but still worry when you don’t get one, causing your body to twitch as you continue to sit, downing glass after glass until the bottle’s empty and your head starts to feel like it’s swimming through molasses. 

By then it’s nearing nine. The lights of the city shine brightly through your window as you blink and rub your eyes, taking one last dizzy glance at your phone to see that Peter’s replied. 

He’s fine. What’s your address?

Scrunching up your face, you stare at the words in front of you, sounding out each letter so many times that it begins to blur in your mind. He’s fine, you read, knowing for a fact that Peter would never talk about himself in the third person. 

He’s not that weird.

Quickly, you disregard your rule of no phone calls in favour of answers, listening to the dial tone for a good minute before the other end crackles to life and a sigh pushes through. 

“Pete, what the fuck are you talking about?” 

You can feel your older sister instincts kicking in. Every worrying thought pushes itself through your brain right out of your ears to make room for a rage you haven’t felt in forever. Almost instantly it burns you from the inside out, attacking your chest with hot, heavy beats that have you standing from your chair and moving towards the front door in a rush.

As you do, the voice on the other end mumbles something you don’t quite catch, prompting you to yell. 

“Excuse me? Who are you? And why do you have my brother’s phone?”

“My name doesn’t matter.”

It’s a man on the other line. An older one that sounds almost as angry as you.

“Listen here, pal, I swear to god if you don’t tell me—“

“Peter’s fine. He’s a little banged up but we’ve got it under control. Just give us your address and—“

“We? Who’s we? What the fuck are you talking about?” 

Instead of listening to your demands he just groans again and asks for the address, making you groan right back and give it to him, too overwhelmed to care that some stranger and his friends have decided to take Peter into their mysterious hands. 

After that he hangs up the phone without a goodbye, prompting you to respond with an angry growl that has you stomping all over the house in preparation for guests you weren’t prepared for. 

“Stupid fucking piece of shit,” you mumble drunkenly, pacing back and forth through your small living room, unable to sit still knowing that something happened. 

Something happened and you weren’t there to help, like usual. A thought that eats you up inside every time this happens because what can you do? You can’t fight crime like he can —you don’t have powers. You can’t heal his wounds —you’re not medically trained. So really, all you can do is offer him company when MJ isn’t around and rotate his ice packs. Make him food here and there but even that’s difficult when you spend most of your days at the lab.

Essentially you’re just another useless civilian who knows too much, leaving you distraught as you sit on the sidelines, praying to whatever god there is that he arrives home safe.

Thankfully tonight they managed to answer you in some capacity. Instead of dead, he’s just badly injured and as annoyed as you are, you’re still thankful for the outcome. Still thankful for the stranger on the phone despite the angered secrecy. 

You decide when he gets here you’ll apologize for the yelling. It’s the least you can do considering he and his friends probably have to drag poor Peter’s body out of some alleyway across the city. A difficult feat you’ve done a few times over the last decade or so. 

It’s not something you’d ever wish upon anyone. Not even the grumpy stranger over the phone whose gruff voice still rings through your ears as you anxiously move towards the kitchen and open the freezer, checking to see if there are any ice packs readily available. Shuffling through the frozen goods inside, you count four as well as a large bag of frozen vegetables, deciding then that you should probably wait to see the damage before even thinking of running to the pharmacy.

Out of the two of you, you’ve always been the worrier. The one whose mind constantly races at the sign of danger. Peter’s the fight and you’re the flight, and even before he became Spider-Man it had always been that way, which makes the waiting that much harder. The anticipation of what’s to come flooding you in waves of dread that leave you too unsettled to calm down. 

Continually you pace throughout the apartment, moving from kitchen to bedroom to living room in an endless loop that has you swirling around in such a stupor you barely hear the window of your bedroom being tapped on. 

The sound confuses you at first, knowing that it’s most likely just some bird. Peter would never make them take him up the fire escape but then it gets louder —more frantic. The tapping speed doubles as you stand disorientated in the living room, narrowing your eyes as if that’ll help your ears focus.

You realize quickly that it’s a someone tapping and not a something and immediately you spring into action, rushing to your bedroom window to see a trio of bodies all dawned in spider suits of their own. 

It leaves you breathless but still active as you push up the window, breathing out heavy breaths as you watch the smallest of the three —a lithe spider with pink webs stained over white— bound into the room to help pull Peter inside. 

“What took you so long?” 

It’s the voice from the phone, grumbling from the fire escape. He’s taller than the others —thicker. His suit black and red with an emblem that fills his broad chest with bold lines that drape down the front of his arms.

“Give her a break man, she’s probably scared to death.” 

Beside him, another Spider-Man whose suit looks more like Peter’s stands. Both of them grip your brother’s lower half, gently passing them over to the spider in your bedroom, prompting you to rush over to help.

“What the hell happened?”

He’s worse than you’d like to admit. The majority of his mask has been ripped apart. One of his eyes is completely uncovered, blooming with fresh bruises that cause it to swell almost completely shut. On his cheek, he’s got a pretty huge gash along with a few others around his chin and throat.

Immediately, tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes as they all move to lay him on the bed, making sure to be as gentle as possible. 

“It doesn’t matter what happened. What matters is he’s safe. Let’s go.” 

You turn to stare at him —the one who’s already caused you enough grief to last a lifetime. Angrily, you narrow your eyes, fighting the urge to yell as you watch his friends simultaneously shake their heads. 

“Seriously, man?”

“Miguel, you can’t just leave her with this.” 

They speak in unison, both of them matching your unimpressed response as you move in closer, pressing a finger to his chest. “I swear to god if you don’t tell me what happened I’ll kick your ass faster than you can say—“

He pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in, something that feels uncharacteristic even though you’ve just met. “He got a little beat up fighting someone he shouldn’t have, alright?”

“Alright?” you scoff, glancing between the three of them. “No, not alright. Not even a little bit. What do you mean he was fighting someone he shouldn’t have?”

“What do you mean what do you mean? Am I not being clear?”

“Not really, no.” 

He huffs, loudly. A heavy plume of air pushing through his mask. You can feel it fan your face as you take a small step away, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the newfound presence of other spider people. 

You were almost certain Peter was the only one. 

“Maybe one of us should take the reins on this?” The blue and red one asks, prompting the other to nod, motioning for him to take over despite Miguel’s silent protests. 

“Look, we uh, we’re… we’re —how do I even start this? What do you guys usually say?” 

Without missing a beat, the shortest one takes off their mask to reveal a young girl with blonde hair. She looks familiar in a way you can’t quite place, her features bold and big and full of life, giving you a weird sense of deja vu. Have you met her before, you wonder, staring at her eyes and cheeks and mouth, picking apart the details until you’ve decided you definitely have. Somewhere.  

“Hi, I’m Gwen. This is also Peter and Miguel.”

She motions them to take their masks off but Miguel doesn’t budge. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest as Peter awkwardly peels his away, revealing a face that looks almost identical to your brother’s. 

Which obviously sends you into panic mode, seeing the somewhat distorted face of your brother on the body of someone else. It’s older —heavier, maybe. Unlike your Peter, this one’s eyes are filled with exhausted age and crow's feet. His lips are thinner and coated in a thick five o’clock shadow that takes up the lower half of his face. His figure is thicker, holding a bit of a gut but not enough to notice unless you’re staring.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Miguel says, but the two of them continue, moving through the conversation slowly to gauge your response. 

“Your brother isn’t the only Spider-Man,” Gwen tells you. “At least in general. In this universe he is but uh, there are lots of others which is where we’re technically from.”

You look at your brother confused, wondering if he’s always known or if this is newfound information for the both of you. If it’s new, you hope he’s okay. That once he’s awake and able to process everything that this doesn’t send him over the edge of sanity. 

He’s already hanging by a thread as it is. With family and friends and both of his jobs waiting in the wings at any given moment, the poor guy's constantly overworked. If he isn’t taking pictures for the Daily Bugle he’s studying at school or going on patrol as Spider-Man or laying on the floor in a heap of pain.

He doesn’t need any more stress.

“Listen, I appreciate you bringing him here but I think it’s probably best you guys go, yeah?” 

You smile as warmly as you can through the fog of alcohol that has you reeling. Simultaneously, you’re angry and confused —dizzy at the amount of so many new faces. You’re overwhelmed, to say the least, and knowing Peter he’ll end up the same when he wakes up. 

“Of course.” 

It’s the first time Miguel speaks with any sort of sincerity, his tone dulling down to a quiet calmness that sends a chill up your spine as you watch him fiddle with a watch-like mechanism on his wrist. 

In unison, both Gwen and Peter look at you with sombre expressions, their lips pushing into thin lines of almost disapproval as they watch you move towards your brother, completely forgetting that they’re even there. 

“Tell him if he sees anything suspicious to reach out,” Miguel adds, looking directly at you as he says it.

Cautiously, you look back and nod your head, trying to imagine the face underneath. You bet it’s old, based on the never-ending rage that it seems to radiate. He’s got the kind of attitude an old man would have, making you imagine bushy brows and forehead lines that have developed through continuous frowns. You imagine deep scars that have sat untreated for far too long. An overlay of bruises constantly decorating his frame due to misuse of the body. 

Standing next to your Peter, you imagine he’s the kind of guy who acts before he thinks. At the sign of danger, he spontaneously leaps to remedy any given situation regardless of details. He’ll do whatever it takes. 

He’s a fighter just like Peter. 

“It was nice to meet you,” Gwen waves before throwing on her mask. Old Peter does the same and even though you want to smile —to thank them for everything they’ve done, all you can do is nod and watch as Miguel presses the face of his watch, prompting an angular, orange portal to appear right in front of your window. 

The sudden presence of it somehow stirs Peter awake, prompting him to groan next to you. 

Immediately you move to his aid, kneeling near his face with concern as you press the back of your hand to his partially exposed forehead, feeling the beads of sweat that collect rubbing against your skin.

“Are you okay?”

He mumbles under his breath and moves to sit upright despite your protests. Slowly, he catches himself on the edge of the bed and swings his legs to the floor, doubling over in pain to watch as the three of them turn to face him one last time.

“You good, kid?” Old Peter asks.

“Never better,” he says back, moving to grip his stomach with his forearm, a bloodstained smile spilling across his face.

Despite the pain that’ll inevitably heal in the days to come, you know he’s being honest. Thanks to them, he’s never been better and upon hearing that you find yourself frowning, already knowing what that means. 

He wants to see them again. You imagine it’s because, in some capacity or another their appearance has made the burden of his existence easier. For once, their arrival has created a light inside him you’ve only seen one other time. It was when he finally told MJ that he was Spider-Man. 

As cliche as it was, he described it as this weight that had been lifted off his shoulders, and as you watch him smile at his new friends, you know that’s exactly how he feels now knowing that he isn’t the only one going through the motions. No longer is he the only one forced to navigate this life full of tangled webs. No, now he has friends. Partners that can aid him in the development of his career as Spider-Man. 

People that can help him better than you can.

Before they leave Miguel repeats the statement he asked you to relay to Peter. “Call if you see anymore anomalies.” It’s phrased differently. Molded in a way you’re not meant to understand, making you all the more angry as you watch them leave through the portal. 

“What does he mean by anomalies?”

Peter, now without his fellow spiders, winces as he takes off what’s left of his mask, ignoring your question in favour of repositioning himself back on the bed. Shakily, he sighs as he readjusts, trying his best not to disturb the injuries that cover his aching skin. 

“Can you at least tell me what happened?”

He’s silent for a moment, his mouth half open, unable to fully close thanks to the shiner located on the lower half of his cheek. Then, he cranes his neck towards you. “Some Doc Ock from another universe showed up,” he tells you, his voice low. “I was in the middle of dealing with a robbery when he showed up out of nowhere and caught me off guard.” 

You swallow hard, watching him lick his lips. They’re dry and cracked and covered in old blood that makes you want to cry because you hate seeing him like this. So tired and broken. 

“He didn’t look like our Doc. He was skinnier —younger. And his tech was completely different. He kept talking about me, or I guess his version of me and I was so confused.”

“Mhm.”

“He got me a couple times. Threw me around but then they showed up and I guess sent him back home. I don’t know, by then I’d blacked out.”

His story is easy enough to follow but still leaves you with questions. How did this Doc Ock jump into your universe? Did he have one of those bracelets? Did Peter have one? And if so, has he too gone to different universes?

The urge to bombard him with every single thought that races through your mind settles as you hear his strained breath, reminding you he’s in pain. Quickly, it resets the order of important tasks in your brain, sending you flying towards the kitchen to grab every ice pack you own and start stacking them along Peter’s wounds. 

Carefully you place one along the huge gash on his face, moving his hand to hold it steady before moving to his chest and placing one on either side of his ribs. 

“Are you okay? Like actually, no lying.” 

“Yeah, are you?”

You’re not. Not in the slightest. In fact, if it weren’t for the state he was in you’d be screaming by now, demanding more answers. Something he knows by the way you curtly nod your head instead of speaking. 

“I’m sorry, Miguel can be a lot.” 

Like always, it’s as if he’s read your mind, making you roll your eyes and scoff. “Are you friends with that guy?”

“Not really. I’m only really friends with Peter and Gwen. Everyone else are kind of like coworkers. They’re nice and we get along but aside from work we don’t keep much contact.”

“Aside from like, anomaly stuff?”

“Yeah.” 

It’s weird to uncover such a big secret from your own brother. He’s never been the type to keep things to himself, at least with you. So why this? Why them? 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure, but make it quick I’m about to fall asleep.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me about them?”

If it weren’t for the pain radiating through his shoulder you’re almost certain Peter would’ve responded with a shrug. A wordless movement of uncertainty that he instead replaces with a soft I don’t know that has you imagining Miguel and his idiotic mask telling him to keep his mouth shut.

“Was it Miguel?” 

It’s an uncomfortable statement to say out loud —an even more uncomfortable one to have confirmed as you watch Peter nod his head, a guilty expression plastered over his face. It makes you feel almost guilty yourself as you try your best not to explode at the thought of some asshole telling your brother what to do. At the thought of him controlling what he can and cannot tell you about his life. 

You wonder if it’s illegal for regular people like you to universe hop. It probably is but that doesn’t stop you from imagining a world where it isn’t anyway. A world where you rush through a portal of your own to find Miguel on the other side.

You’d give him a piece of your mind if you could, scold him for ever thinking he could keep such a broad existence a secret. You’d push that stupidly broad chest with all your force and tell him what’s what. That no matter how important he is amongst the spiders, you’re still Spider-Man’s sister and deserve the right to know what’s going on. 

“He’s not all bad, you know.”

Giving him an unimpressed look, you watch as he smiles, a small laugh pushing through his lips. 

“No, I’m serious. Sure, he’s a little rough around the edges but he means well.” 

“How so?” 

You’re unconvinced but still curious. Who wouldn’t be after discovering the existence of other universes? 

“He cares about people in his own way. Kind of like you.”

“Me?” 

Should you be offended? 

“What I mean is, he’s only mean because he cares like you. You guys have that same intensity.”

You scrunch up your face. “I’m not intense.” 

Peter snorts as he rolls onto his side, hugging one of the ice packs as he moves to direct his back towards you, thus signalling the end of the conversation. 

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, sis.”

-

Peter isn’t answering your texts and it’s starting to stress you out. 

Across from you, Harry and Gwen sit chatting amongst themselves, sipping on what’s most likely their fourth or fifth drinks based on the way they’re leaning in and giggling as you call your brother for the ninth time.

It’s been nearly a month since the incident —two weeks since he started patrolling again— and despite knowing he never answers his phone, you’re still worried. He told you he’d be here an hour ago to escort you home. Something he always did when you got dragged out by the rest of the Oscorp staff. Being a woman, wandering the streets of New York at night wasn’t an option and even though you were technically a geneticist for a mega-corporation you weren’t about to cough up at least fifty bucks to get home, so Peter was agreed to be the next best thing. 

Or at least, he was supposed to be. 

By now you’re well past drunk. Your head is heavy and you can’t stop squirming in your chair because of how restless you feel. Your skin is hot under the fluorescents of the bar lights, their weird shade of neon pink beating down on you like a synthetic sun.

“I think we’re gonna head out,” you hear Harry say. 

You must’ve zoned out because both he and Gwen are already standing, grabbing their coats off the back of their chairs with grins too big to be deemed anything other than mischievous. 

You know immediately they’re going back to his place to fuck. It’s what always happens when Gwen drinks too much and decides that, just this once, she’ll indulge the boss's son. Unfortunately, though, this is probably the fifth time in the last year that this has happened, leaving you certain it’s more of a common occurrence than she lets on. 

“Is Pete still coming to get you?” Gwen asks.

You nod your head, unwilling to admit that he probably isn’t. That instead of flying through the air you’ll most likely be forking over way too much money to sit in some dingy car that smells like piss. 

“Okay, text me tomorrow. Let’s go for brunch!”

The two of them leave hand-in-hand, a detail that doesn’t go unnoticed as you continue to stare, trying to decide how the hell all of that started. It’s not like they’re friendly to each other. At work, Gwen is constantly complaining about Harry’s silver-spoon upbringing. Talking about how privileged he is despite her dad being the police commissioner.

A detail you’re always tempted to bring up, knowing that neither of them has ever truly known what it's like to struggle. Having grown up in big houses with paid tuitions and a never-ending family to love, their lives are completely separate from yours.

It’s why you resent them so much, you think, because growing up, you and Peter never had that. When you were young your parents abandoned you with May and Ben, falling off the face of the earth soon after. Back then you always wondered why but now you know it’s because they weren’t ready. They were young and in love and despite thinking they wanted to extend that love into children, it became quickly obvious they’d made a mistake. A mistake May offered to fix.

You liked May but she wasn’t your mom. Same with Ben. As time went on, you let them think they were your real parents, listening to them when they gave you advice; following their rules so long as you lived under their roof. You didn’t call them mom or dad but you respected them as if you did. At least up until Ben died and Peter got powers and everything got sort of complicated after that. 

And since then, it continued to be complicated. Each year that passed, something new and strange always happened, leaving you there to try and pick up the pieces. 

Most of it always involved Peter. Peter becoming Spider-Man; Peter nearly dying to Doc Ock; Peter nearly dying to Vulture; Peter nearly getting infected by Venom. It was like clockwork year after year, tending to the needs of your brother while trying to live a normal life. 

You couldn’t imagine how he felt. Sure, things were hard for you but for him? God, it must be hell.

Which is why you feel so guilty for phoning him. He’s probably busy dealing with some more important shit like stopping murders or break-ins or maybe even more anomalies. 

You really hope he’s not dealing with the last one. Because if he is it means Miguel’s in town. 

God, you hate that guy.

After the incident, Peter updated you on pretty much the whole anomaly thing. Apparently, in another dimension, there was this headquarters where spider people from all over the universe came to report various issues with their home worlds. 

Overall, the details were a bit confusing —you remember Peter saying something about them being a secret society and that Miguel was their leader but not much else stuck because honestly after that you sort of zoned out. At least until he mentioned that he was officially a part of it all, earning himself his own little watch. 

Upon hearing that, a part of you was proud. A much bigger part though, was skeptical, considering your immediate distrust of Miguel. In that one meeting alone he was rude and weird and you didn’t want Peter hanging out with him.

Not that you had any say, because Peter does what Pete does and that’s fine even though he can be a little bit too trusting —the kind of guy that always sees the good in people. Opposite to you, his trust is extended to whoever, whenever which you know is what ultimately makes him a good Spider-Man. People see that and immediately think of safety —of security in a situation that otherwise isn’t.

As a true New Yorker, you trust no one. Not even the guy that steals the seat across from you with a smile. 

“You here alone?” 

Your phone is still pressed to your ear as you stare him down, the line continuously ringing over and over and over again until it goes to voicemail and you lazily repeat the process. As you do, you continue to pay little mind to the man in front of you, merely watching him glance around the building, a glass of beer tucked tightly in his hand. 

“You calling your boyfriend?”

“Nope” 

“Girlfriend?”

You shake your head and he grins in the way that hyenas do when they’ve found fresh meat. Under the bar lights, his teeth look malicious and jagged, taunting you in a way that makes you internally nervous but externally confident. 

On the outside, you do your best impression of someone brave. Someone like Peter or even Miguel. Your forehead scrunches to form unimpressed lines, your eyes narrowing to match the way your lips tightly push together. 

Across from you, the man continues to grin despite this, looking you up and down and up again with a fire so fully lit inside his eyes you can already feel the oncoming burn.

You hang up and decide to call May. It’s a last resort, knowing that once that phone rings even once you’re in for an earful. You shouldn’t be out so late, kid, you know better! 

Even though you’re in your mid-twenties May still chastises you about the dangers of the city. Working with those less fortunate, you assume it’s because she’s seen some shit. The city’s a fucked up place as you know from both her and Peter but it’s not like you’re unprepared to handle it. You always have a plan! A getaway or an escape route. It’s not your fault that tonight’s plan accidentally fell through.

As you go through your contacts to click on May’s number another body takes the seat next to you. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

The voice sounds nicer than you remember, almost pleasant despite who it’s attached to. Awkwardly, you lock your phone and turn to look, noticing the unfamiliar features of a man you’ve grown to hate. 

Damn it, he’s attractive. And not nearly as old as you imagined him. He’s probably mid-thirties tops, you guess, surveying the texture of his tanned skin. It’s nice. Not as aged as Old Peter’s but you can see some of the same lines around his eyes as he glances between you and the man across.

“Can I help you?”

Miguel’s expression says it all. Fuck off. You can see it in the way his dark brows pinch towards the top of his long nose, showcasing his anger. The kind that’s almost impossible to replicate, the man quickly discovers, prompting him to merely sigh and leave the table, admitting defeat.

Once he’s gone you let out a heavy breath and sink in your seat. Never in your life did you think you’d be happy to see Miguel, and yet here you are. 

“Thank you.” 

Without so much as a glance, he stands from his chair and motions to the exit with his chin. Like usual, he’s got an air of arrogance you can’t quite stand, leaving you annoyed again as you roll your eyes and grab your coat off the back of your seat. 

He’s halfway out the door by the time you catch up to him. Your head, still drunk off the many pints of cheap beer you’d downed throughout the night, sloshes through the crowded room until it smacks dab right into Miguel’s back, prompting him to turn with a glare. 

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” he says. 

Despite wanting to, you don’t protest. Instead, you just follow him out of the building and down the street where he cuts into an abandoned alleyway and stops, checking on you with concerned eyes. 

“If I didn’t already know you were also Spider-Man I’d definitely be freaked out right now,” you say, trying your best not to slur as you lean against the wall of one of the buildings. The brick feels cool against your face.

“How much did you drink in there?” 

“At least five but probably more?”

“Five what?”

You shrug. There’s a moment of silence after that. One where you can feel your eyes fluttering in and out of focus, watching the way Miguel places his hands on his hips and stares you down. 

You can tell that he hates you now, officially. What once was merely a single conversation gone bad has turned to two which means you’re now considered a burden. A problem.

His problem. 

“I’m going to assume that travelling by air is a no-go,” he says; sighing because it means he’s probably going to have to walk you home.

Which you’re sure he doesn’t want to do considering he’s in charge of all the spider people. He’s probably got better things to do than to walk home his employee’s sister. 

“Where’s Peter?”

You’re on the move again before you know it, walking at Miguel’s side, watching the way he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

“He’s out with the others. Another anomaly showed up when you called. He was busy so he asked me to come get you.” 

“Why’d he ask you?” 

Unfortunately for both of you, your filter is absolutely obliterated. Gone with the drinks you’d downed throughout the night. Every aspect of the embarrassment you’d usually feel right now is gone, your innermost thoughts quickly bubbling to the surface like the head of your last beer. 

Miguel, realizing this, shrugs it off and continues walking. Every so often he has to stop to make sure you’re alright —you are most of the time, but every third or fourth time you begin to slow he watches as you double over knowing that you’re probably going to throw up. 

“You good?”

Slowly you crawl to the ground until you’re on all fours, your hands gripping the edge of the sidewalk despite knowing how dirty it is. Beneath your palms and it’s cold and damp from the rain, prompting you to gag even harder because that means there’s probably mud on your hands. Dirty, gross mud from the bottom of people’s shoes. 

You feel a hand on your back. Carefully, it rubs a line back and forth along your spine, causing you to inhale and exhale and focus on the sudden calmness of his voice. 

“You’ll probably feel better if you just let it out.” 

“Mhm.”

“I know it’s gross but I promise it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

As if he’s blessed you with the promise of no judgement, you vomit on the ground, feeling your throat burn with the familiar acidity. As you recover, he continues to rub your back in long, slow movements, making you thankful that at this moment he doesn’t hate you.

Or at least, he chooses not to show it. 

“Thank you, again,” you mumble. 

This time he at least nods, acknowledging your words as he helps pull you to your feet, giving you one final pat on the back before you continue to walk in silence.

-

Miguel insists on staying until Peter’s back, despite your protests. 

His face, heavy with exhaustion looks at you, unwilling to budge on the matter as he pushes himself through the door. “Peter told me to take care of you,” he tells you. “So I’m gonna do that, okay? End of story.”

Now that you’re somewhat sober from the long walk home, you can feel all the hatred you have for him flowing through your system. Sure, he may have walked you home —comforted you in a difficult time but he’s still a dick. Under that sympathetic Spider-Man act he’s still the man that makes you want to scream every time Peter mentions him.

“Fine, but the second you hear anything from Peter you have to tell me.” You wag your finger at him intensely as you wander to the kitchen, feeling your mouth begin to dry up from the amount of water you’ve managed to avoid all night. 

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

He sits on the couch without another word, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt. Underneath, his watch emits a warm toned glow, prompting you to look over as he presses the face revealing a small hologram lady. 

“Wow, so nice of you to finally drop by! What’d you do, take her out for more drinks?”

Miguel groans and leans back into the couch, his body practically melding into the cushions. “Is there any news about the anomaly?” 

The woman crosses her arms over her chest and gives him a look —one you can’t quite place as she pulls the pink-heart glasses down the bridge of her nose. “I’ll tell you but only if you tell me how your night went.” 

Her voice is full of mischief, causing Miguel’s head to practically smack into the back of your couch, his eyes finding refuge in the ceiling. He’s embarrassed, you realize then. Probably because instead of being the superhero like everyone else he was demoted to babysitter. 

“The night was fine. She threw up, we walked home, end of story. Update, please.”

“We walked home, huh?” She wiggles her brows and darts around, the light from the watch moving around to get what you assume is a better look at your apartment. “Is she there?”

Even though his head is still hung uncomfortably over the edge of the couch, Miguel still manages to threaten you with his eyes. A warning you reluctantly accept as you move further into the kitchen, making sure you’re out of view.

“She’s sleeping.”

“Ooh, and did you tuck her—“

“Lyla, can I please just get an update?” 

You’ve never heard him so defeated. So tired. It’s like all the fire inside of him has suddenly burnt out and all that’s left is the remnants of ash. His eyes are almost closing without warning, threatening to cut him off from the outside world as Lyla tells him about someone named Hobie and how he’s with your brother. 

Apparently, they’re on Earth-58163. Another universe you know nothing about and probably never will because Peter refuses to talk about it. He always tells you it’s too complicated to explain —too intricate. “If I tried, it’d probably break your brain,” he tells you, brushing off the conversation time and time again. 

It’s annoying in a way that makes you feel like you’re kids again, the child-like jealousy overthrowing your desire to be a good person and just drop it. You need to know more. To understand how this all works so that you’re not just some outsider looking in like usual. 

When you hear Miguel say goodbye to Lyla you practically sprint over to the couch and plop down beside him, deciding that if Peter won’t tell you, you’ll go right to the source. 

“What’s your universe like?” 

There’s still a buzz sitting at the back of your brain, egging you on to set aside your differences in favour of answers. 

“That’s classified.” 

“Classified? Are you serious?”

“Yes, that’s why I said it?”

He doesn’t understand that you’re making fun of him. Or, at least, if he does, he refuses to comment.

“Peter never tells me anything about you guys.” You sink into the couch like Miguel, your arms resting limply on either side of you. “It’s not fair.” 

“Life’s not fair, niña.” 

You scrunch up your face. “I’m not a kid, old man.” 

“Are you under the age of thirty?” He raises his brow. 

“Yes.” 

“Niña.” 

There’s a moment where you think about reaching over and smacking him in the face. Just a small, lightly placed tap, similar to the one you give Peter when he’s being annoying, but immediately you retract such thoughts knowing he’d probably just yell at you. 

“Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m a kid.”

“No but it means other things.”

“Like?”

His head turns to face you, his cheek half pushed into the backing of the couch. “That you’re inexperienced.”

“I’ll have you know I’m actually very experienced.”

“That’s what someone inexperienced would say.” 

“Says the guy who runs a secret society of spider people and still manages to get benched for the night.”

You expect him to yell at you then. To suddenly uproot himself from the couch and give you the kind of lecture May would but instead he just snorts and shakes his head, moving to rest the back of his head on the couch again. 

It confuses you if you’re honest. You don’t know Miguel in the slightest, but based on what you’ve heard you assume he’s the kind of guy who harbours a high temper and an unrealistic demand of respect. A boss in every aspect of his life. Because of this, you assume he can’t take a joke. That he doesn’t understand the concept of teasing or banter because his ego takes it too seriously. 

It throws you a bit, your mind suddenly questioning all your previous opinions. You suppose then it isn’t fair to judge him so harshly. Considering the job title, he’s probably under a lot of stress. With such a high volume of people looking to him for guidance, it’s more than likely Peter’s right. He’s not that bad. 

“Okay, well, if you won’t tell me about your universe because you think I’m inexperienced will you tell me about you?”

He’s silent. Or at least dormant, his breath steadily flowing as he slides further and further into the couch. You can tell then that his body is hanging by a thread of consciousness, subtly stirring in pace with his breathing. Slowly, his chest rises and falls, pushing his elbows in tandem as his mouth begins to fall open, making you yawn. 

It’s probably best you go to bed too, you decide, considering the only reason you’re still awake is to get information. If your informant is out cold there’s no sense in prolonging the inevitable, so instead of delaying you quietly stand and stretch your back. Loudly, it cracks, creaking with an age you’re certain now that Miguel would chastise you for. “You’re too young to be creaking like that,” he’d probably say. 

Another yawn filters through as you wander over to your bedroom and grab an extra blanket, throwing it over your shoulders like a shawl as you walk back to Miguel. 

“What are you doing?”

His voice scares the shit out of you, making you jump and embarrassingly let out a shocked squeal, your heart pounding violently in your chest. 

He’s still frozen in place but this time his eyes are half-opened, looking at you with interest. 

“Getting you a blanket.” 

“I don’t need a blanket.” 

“Okay, well, I didn’t know that? I’m not a mindreader.” 

“Why not?”

He may not be Peter Parker in his universe but he certainly retains the same sarcasm, leaving you annoyed as you tear the blanket off and toss it onto his head. 

“Goodnight, old man.” 

“Goodnight, niña.”

-

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heyyy here are all the characters i can write fanfics about if you’d like to request something (⚠️read my bio)

i’m a she/her and i don’t really feel comfortable writing with other genders than female because i can’t really know what they feel if you understand what i mean? thank you for your comprehension <3

- mike schmidt (five nights at freddy’s)

- carl gallagher (shameless)

- finnick odair (the hunger games)

- thor odinson (mcu)

- lo’ak sully (avatar twow)

- rafe cameron (outer banks)

- gally (the maze runner)

- flash thompson (the amazing spider-man)

- arne johnson (the conjuring 3)

- harry osborn (spider-man)

- alex summers (x-men)

i know this is very specific lmao but i have to do this cause they’re the only ones i have inspiration about😭

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Warnings: Otto having a panic attack, talk of death (Rosie) and the experiment gone wrong

AN: Another No Way Home AU! This time the cure removed the actuators.

"I will not do it. I don't care what you offer me or how often you ask. I refuse." Otto shook his head, his expression stony as the two scientists stood before me. "Norman, you weren't there. You funded everything and Harry was the one that gave me the push. Rosie died because of those things. Harry almost died." He put emphasis on the lives lost and hoped that this cured Osborn would understand what he was trying to convey. Otto's eyes flickered over to me, standing with my back to the trio but listening in. "I won't put anyone though that again." Norman looked over his shoulder and nodded in understanding. Peter sighed and tried to ease the tension in his shoulders.

"But Dr. Octavius..." Norman cut him off.

"If he doesn't want to do it, then there isn't anything we can do to change his mind Peter." He put a hand on Peter's shoulder and started to steer him away. "Otto has enough on his mind right now. We should go." Otto slumped as Norman practically forced the young hero out of the lab.

"You alright?" I asked after a few minutes of silence. Otto had sat down at his computer and was staring at the screen. He slowly turned in his chair to look at me. I could feel his eyes boring into my back. Finishing up the drone I was working on, I turned to look at him.

"Come here." Otto held out his hand and I smiled softly at him as I walked over to him. Taking his hand, he helped me climb onto his lap and settle in. Once I was secured where he wanted me with his arms wrapped tightly around me, he buried his head in my neck. I reached up and ran my fingers through the slight curls at the base of his neck. He tensed up as I brushed against the scar from the A.I. chip.

"Sorry." I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hummed in response and held me for a little while longer.

"I think we should call it a day." He finally said, lifting his head up. I nodded, taking in the tired look in his eyes.

"Mental health day." I agreed. Otto nodded and I stood up. Taking my offered hand, Otto let me pull him up from the chair. "Take out?"

"Whatever you want. I'm not feeling particularly hungry." He murmured as he went about shutting down the lab for the day. I frowned but pulled out my phone to place the order anyway. He waited for me while I finished and held my hand all the way to the restaurant. I went in to grab the food and pay before we walked the rest of the way home. Since Otto wasn't that hungry, I put the food in the fridge. Otto went to the bedroom and found his way onto the bed. Standing in the doorway, I watched him carefully.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked finally. Otto maneuvered onto his back and watched me as I made my way to my side of the bed. "You don't have to. Norman has filled me in on a lot of what he's trying to get you to do. But something about it is bothering you." I sat down and spread my hand out, making sure out pinkies touched. He hooked his around mine and shrugged. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"It's just bothering me." He sighed. "They don't know what was lost the first time..." Otto trailed off, his eyes distant. I climbed into his lap and gently tugged on the hem of his shirt. Jolting out of his thoughts, Otto stared at me wide-eyed. "I'm sorry." He covered my hands gently and forced his shirt back down. "I'm not in the mood right (Y/N)." I laughed and shook my head.

"No silly. I know how you get like this. Your back is going to start to hurt soon. Phantom pains." I gently ran my hands over his stomach. "It's easier to massage them if your shirt isn't in the way." Otto sighed in relief and took off his shirt. He rolled over and laid down. I ran my hands across the expanse of his back as he propped his head on his arms.

"Norman and Peter want me to make the actuators wearable for short periods of time. For different types of experiments." He started. I hummed as I started massaging the small of his back. I tapped him and he sat up enough that I could reach around him to take off his belt. "...Like the one that permanently attached them to me in the first place." I saw the way his shoulders tensed up and I reached up to rub them. "I keep telling them I won't take that risk again. I nearly killed everyone in that room, including Harry Osborn." Otto rested his forehead against his arms, clearly starting to grow anxious over the thought.

"I understand that. Have you tried telling him that?" Otto nodded as I traced down his spine.

"I did. I even told them about Rosie." I put pressure on the middle of his spine and his breath hitched. "I didn't hold back anything about what I could remember happening. And they still want me to..." Otto broke off, his voice ending in a sob. I ran my hand over the scars that littered his back, remembering how the harness was attached to him and the amount of work Peter and I had done to remove it. The shaking of Otto's shoulders snapped me out of it and I slid off his back. Gently pushing him, Otto rolled over onto his side. He looked at me with tear soaked eyes, his breathing coming in little bursts. I instantly hugged him, grabbing and pressing his hand against my chest.

"It is alright Otto." I whispered. "In for three out for three." I counted him off and he followed my lead. "I've got you. You are going to be alright." I soothed as his breathing evened out. Closing his eyes and leaning his head against mine, Otto squeezed my hand. Smiling softly at him, I brushed his hair off his forehead. "Better?" He nodded and opened his eyes. They were still swimming with tears but he looked better than he had earlier.

"I don't want to lose you the way I lost her." He whispered, reaching up to cup my cheek. "I won't endanger Norman or Peter the way I did with Harry and my Peter." I smiled softly at him, brushing my fingers through his short curls.

"You won't." I promised. He opened his mouth to counter me but I gently kissed him. "I'll talk to Norman. You won't have to do it. And you won't endanger them." I cupped the back of his head and held him against my forehead. "You will never lose me Otto Octavius." I swore to him. "I am not going anywhere. There is nothing you can do what will make you lose me. I'm going to be right beside you through everything. Do you understand me?" Otto was tearing up again but he nodded. Closing the small gap between us, he kissed me.

"I understand." He whispered before kissing me softly again. Smiling into the kiss, I broke away.

"Great! Then let's eat. I'm starving." I climbed off the bed as Otto laughed. I smiled at him as I stood in the doorway, hand outstretched for him. Grabbing his shirt, Otto climbed off the bed and took my hand. Squeezing it, he kissed my cheek.

"Right by your side." He mused as we walked into the kitchen to reheat our dinner.

[aaronymous999]

OKAY SO IM ABOUT TO RANT ABOUT MY OCS BECAUSE IM BACK OBSESSING OVER THEM-

Also if there's any conflicting information that's because I'm still working on my universe and I don't really have set lore yet! Which I'm working on!

Name : Nathaniel Osborn

Pronouns : He/Him

Age - 15

He's Norman Osborn's son and Harry's younger brother, one of the experimental spiders was accidentally released during a showcase that was meant to show people Oscorps ability to potentially cure the rare blood disease that runs in the Osborn family using genetic material from certain species. And it bit Nate. Making him have webs built into his wrists, the ability to stick onto things, spider sense, camouflage and regenerative capabilities.

After a few months of crime fighting as Spider-Man, Norman figures out his son was bitten and tries to rush the spider experiment, the first had taken decades to perfect, which turns him into Green Goblin because he meshed his genetic material with certain reptiles. He loses his mind and kills Nathan's mother, then disappears.

Nate becomes very emotionally distant and afraid to become close to others because of the experience with his father, he loses a sense of morality for a while and goes down a dark path his brother brings him back to the light. Now, he's very strong about his morals and refuses to go 'too far' with his vigilantism, he refuses to work with the police and has a lot of sympathy for criminals who steal to survive or are unable to escape their lifestyle because they were born into it.

In conversation he's a bit dry and his humor is very 'knock knock' 'who's there' 'the interrupting cow' 'the interrupting-' 'moo.😐😑😐' because he fails to understand a lot of humor and sarcasm, yet he's also semi-sarcastic unintentionally. He doesn't like speaking publicly or in large crowds of people, and tends to like comfortable silence more than talking to others.

He's not that gifted academically and cheats off of people in school a lot, which gets him in detention often, he tends to have a problem with authority figures.

He isn't aware of Miguel's Spider Society. But, if he was, he wouldn't agree with Miguel and would try to find a way to save everybody.

Name - Spider (They don't like their bio name and so chose this as a nickname of sorts)

Pronouns - They/Them

Age - 20

Spider is an alien from a planet that's very technologically advanced, but their species repress emotions a lot and have a lack of understanding about empathy and sympathy. When they finally come to Earth, after being in an incident in an asteroid field which makes their escape pod crash land onto Earth, they try to become more sympathetic with Earth and scrounge around for a while before meeting Nate.

They form a sibling dynamic and Nate eventually convinces Spider to begin fighting crime as a Spidey duo! Spider has much less of a moral compass than Nate and only does it to keep their friendship alive, as Nate's too busy with his time being kept by crime fighting and school, so they decide to tag along for the vigilantism so that they can spend time together.

They have a romantic relationship with their universe's Black Cat, this leads to some conflict with Spider-Man who has major problems with the fact that Black Cat doesn't need to steal and is doing it for greed rather than survival. Spider's a lot more violent when it comes to criminals and typically has to be held back by Spider-Man as to not result in the death of somebody, they also have to be hidden from the public eye, including Nate's brother Harry despite the fact they all live in the same house.

Sometimes they may eat rats or birds in New York alleyways because their species stomachs can't actually handle vegetables, fruits, or cooked meat, only raw meat, and they prefer to eat things alive.

They understand English but can't speak it too well, instead they're very expressive with their movements and noises to make up for the lack of communication. They don't mind attempting communication but after a while if someone can't understand them they get frustrated and storm off.

They are aware of Miguel's Spider Society and turned down joining it, although, they do agree with Miguel's morals of keeping the canon intact, and so they won't prevent a canon event from happening if they know it's about to, no matter the heartbreak it'd cause. This is because they think one or two people dying is a far better outcome than the entire universe.

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM… Spider especially! And I always find Spider-People and Black Cat ships interesting.

As for how my Spiders would interact with them/befriend them I have a few ideas, although realistically they would never speak but if they did happen to meet here are some ideas! ( If you like any of these a lot I could probably bullshit an idea to how they could actually meet :) I know you responded to like one of my posts earlier idk if this is actually what you wanted to hear in response very bad at reading people LOL )

Aaron Allan would be kind and polite to Nate, and maybe even like him a little but there would definitely be a sense of unease considering Nate is Harry’s brother and all. Aaron’s universe’ Harry is a shitty person and a bully, so seeing someone that looks so much like him would probably freak Aaron out a little bit. With the Spider on the other hand, Aaron would feel incredibly uncomfortable due to Spider’s more violent methods. Aaron probably wouldn’t have the guts to say anything about it but might confide in Nate with his worries about how far Spider goes.

Miles Morales would probably think Nate is pretty cool, as he does with any superhero who is older than him, he’d look up to him and probably adapt to some of his opinions if he got super close with him! He’d be a little weirded out discovering Nate is the kid of Norman Osborn, but he could get past it. As for Spider Miles would probably be disapproving of their methods but respect them nonetheless.

Cindy Moon would sadly hate both of them, she’s pretty aloof in general and doesn’t trust any other spiders that aren’t apart of her universe. She’d probably be harsh on Nate and tell him to go harder with his job, and critique Spider for how harsh they go. The two would have the distinct feeling that Cindy could never be satisfied with whatever they did.

Peter Parker being a tech guy wouldn’t be able critique Nate or Spider’s crime fighting, but Peter would probably get along with the two as well as he gets along with anyone. Which is badly because Peter is super awkward and would probably be barely able to communicate with the two of them without accidentally saying something rude. He’d be panicking at every interaction lol.

Mary Jane Watson is rather aloof and awkward around people as well, but I think she’d be able to get along with Nate pretty well after getting some time to get used to him. As for Spider, MJ probably wouldn’t be weirded out or anything, she’d just be kinda awkward around them and probably wouldn’t know how to start a conversation and the two would just never talk lol.

Gwen Stacy being the energetic of her Spider trio would be super excited to meet more spiders! Although she’d probably consider the two “gloomy” even though that’s not really the case for them. Gwen would probably make it her mission to “get Spider out of their shell” and fail spectacularly. She’d try and rope in Nate into helping her but I can’t imagine that she’d succeed.

I think Emilio is very similar to Nate and Spider, which is why I think he’d silently vibe and get along with them. He wouldn’t talk much but he’d be willing to listen or work with them when needed. He matches Spider’s more violent methods which might cause some conflict between him and Nate, especially because in Emilio’s universe, nobody is stopping him from putting criminals and villains in straight up comas.

Asher would probably be super adamant about recruiting Spider into the society as one of Miguel’s righthand men, but would be rather disappointed once he failed. He doesn’t like people whatsoever and after this would just ignore and avoid the two of them to avoid social interaction as much as humanly possible.

Liz is a pretty friendly person, although her Goldweaver persona is a lot more laidback and quiet, she would probably get along with the two of them pretty well, although she’d be carrying most of the conversations with Spider. I think she and Nate could be pretty good friends! I don’t know if they’d have much in common but Liz can literally make friends with anyone so I think she could do it!

Nancy Ghoul would totally be down with Spider’s vibe and probably get along with them a bit better than Nate. Although a lot of it would be Nancy thinking that Spider is super cool looking and badass, but she’d never admit that. Anything or anyone that matches her Nancy vibes and her Orbweaver vibes? Immediately awesome in her mind. With Nate however she’d probably stay as her quiet and stoic self as she struggles to communicate with like average humans from a time period that’s not her own as she worries about sounding “old”.

Owen well uh… let’s just say that he would really dislike Spider. Owen is one of my more openly a bad person Spider OCs, and he’s pretty awful and discriminatory because of that. He works for the US government who could have guessed that he wouldn’t like aliens all that much. On the other hand at first Owen would be very buddy buddy with Nate, considering the fact that in his universe, Norman Osborn is a politician that he directly works with. However once he would discover that Spider and Nate work together, he’d be disappointed in him and stubbornly try to change his mind and spread his hate to Nate.

Lena is a very charismatic and manipulative lady. She does what she wants and gets what she wants and what she wants is power. So she has a way with getting people under her thumb, although I doubt that would work on either of these two. Lena is working to increase her following of Spider-People to create her own society and overthrow Miguel. And I really don’t think either of these two would be able to get behind it no matter what manipulative stops Lena would pull out.

Whether or not Tobi likes the two would be completely dependent on if they shared her love of music and her campaigning for human rights. Tobi would DEFINITELY be skeptical of Nate considering who his dad is but she doesn’t like to judge a book by it’s cover. Spider on the other hand she probably wouldn’t be able to read or figure out what they’re thinking. Tobi is just left confused and distant.

Billie and Annie are a bit of a package deal, although I think they would have very different opinions on Nate and Spider. Billie would probably get along with the both of them a lot more due to her general optimism. Annie on the other hand would probably just want to curl up in the corner or lean on Billie’s shoulder while they talk since she’s a massive introvert and hates the Osborn family…

[solarspiriit]

SUPER COOL INTRO POST

Hello!! My name is Solar! I post art and stuff :3

My main interest will always be in my bio so you can see what my little brain is cooking up at the moment but here’s a list of things I might draw off and on!!

Vat7k/Tangled the Series 🧪☀️

Persona 5 ♟️

Alien Stage 🎤

Voltron 🪐

Castlevania 🩸

Marvel 🕷️

Arcane 🌀

I might also draw some miscellaneous characters as they are my ultimate favorites and I can never leave my blorbos behind

Hugo (vat7k), Cassandra (tts), Toya Aoyagi (pjsk), Geto Suguru,(jjk) Trevor (castlevania), Sypha (castlevania) Alucard (castlevania) Goro Akechi (p5) Yusuke Kitagawa (p5) Kaeya (genshin) Cassie Cage (mkx/11) Mileena (mk1) Kenshi Takahashi (mk1) Ivan (alnst) Harry Osborn (marvel) Rogue (marvel) Gambit (marvel) Lance (voltron) Jayce (arcane)

There is more which you can find under my interests/byf section of my carrd 😼

OK NOW THAT THATS OUT OF THE WAY!! Here’s the links to my other socials and art tag. Which you can also find on my carrd *cough* (please read it.)

Insta 🌙

Twitter ⭐️

TikTok ☀️

Art Tag ⚡️

Finally!! Here’s some important links :)

daily clicks for palestine

operation olive branch

care for gaza twitter page

That’s all! Sorry for this long post I just noticed I never got around to doing one of these :3

[sunwarmed-ash]

I really want to thank you guys for being so sweet and patient with me the last two weeks

As you probably remember xmas-new year is really traumatic for me and my moods/energy are unpredictable.

That being said, THANK YOU for reminding me my health comes first and that youd still be around when I am feeling better. Really means everything to me 💜

As a treat I'm gonna post a snippit for this Sundays post on Wednesday!

Pick your fic!

(Pick Previews)

DPD Xmas, Separation Anxiety

I picked these two because they are the fics I have the most edited for! I have not forgotten about The Eden Club, my love language is misery, Figure You Out, or triangles are the strongest shape! They are in the rotation :3

Love y'all forever

Ash

THE WINNER IS HEREEEEEE!!!!!!!

[logicalarachnid]

Everybody Wants Something, Right?

Summary:

Peter has a hectic life between swinging around NYC as Spider-Man and being a normal 23-year-old helping out his friends, family and community; it's difficult for him to keep things separate. Not many people knew about his secret identity; only Ned, MJ, and Flash were aware of his crime-fighting pastime. It might not be the easiest life, but it was his, and he could make a difference, no matter how small.

Of course, Parker luck wouldn't allow him to live peacefully for long. After saving a distressed man from considering suicide, he becomes enamoured and obsessed with Spider-Man. To make things worse, the man turns out to be Harry Osborn, the heir to Oscorp Inc. Violent murders occur at night, and Peter inevitably investigates and finds trouble. Peter, or rather, Spider-Man, seems to be collecting stalkers, well, one stalker and the other a seemingly lovesick rich boy.

Ship: Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Main themes: Vampires, Obsession, Peter is the bio child of Tony/Pepper, Secret Identity, Stalking, Dark Tony stark, BAMF Peter Parker, Half-Vampires.

Chapter 5: Peter | Updated as of 4th July 2023

I've finally gotten around to updating this fic. It took forever thanks to uni, but it's updated as of today. Anyone new that's interested, here is the link to the first chapter. There are more tags, so bear those in mind. Otherwise, go crazy :)

[vulpixen]

Drew my spidersona and her civilian self after watching Across the Spiderverse, but I’ve thought of her since the first movie Into the Spiderverse.

A short bio about her:

Sunny Parkson was born with her spidy powers as her parents were bio chemists. Her mom was bitten by a radioactive spider when she was pregnant with Sunny. Sunny got all the powers and not her mom. They thought things were normal with her. Sunny was placed into the care of her Aunt Benjimina and Uncle Mayson, who have a daughter of the same age name Harriet Olene Parkson (based on Harry Osborne), after her parent’s death when she was three. Sunny's powers manifested when she turned 14 and. Sunny’s parent’s names were Markus and Rachel.

Sunny Parkson loves playing the fiddle and it comes to play into her role as Sleuth Recluse as it can attract spiders who'd follow her to hell itself and aid her in solving mysteries and crimes. Her aunt was a journalist who was trying to uncover the truth behind some shady practices, but she ended up killed and that event lead up to Sunny becoming the Sleuth Recluse. Though Harriet became the Blue Banshee and helps Sunny fight crime and get back at those who offed Benjimina.

Sunny is able to channel her web through her bow and use it as a multi purpose weapon. Will never have to worry about a string breaking when she can easily replace the string with web.

[xghostspider]

♪ main ♪ bio ♪ face ♪ muse ♪ starters ♪ wishlist ♪

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

All details vary based on verse, but in general I pull Gwen from Earth-65 comics, specifically in Seanan McGuire's run where she's blown her secret identity on Earth-65 and is attending college on Earth-616. She now goes by Ghost-Spider, and her powers come from her symbiote rather than a radioactive spider bite.

Her Ticket to the Multiverse pendant is intact, so it's very easy to write her into crossover AUs/dimensions as needed. She's going to assume most other comics muses are familiar with the multiverse, so if you don't want her rambling about that to them, please let me know!

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Gwen with other comics characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they’re on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they’re on my list.

OTPs: Miles Morales, Mary Jane Watson Possible Ships: Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Cindy Moon, Johnny Storm, Matt Murdock Other: All Spider Fam connections from any Earth welcome! Betty Brant, Glory Grant, Billy Braddock, Pavitr Prabhakar, Miguel O'Hara, Peni Parker, Jessica Drew, Matt Murdock, Elsa/Eddie Brock, Samantha Wilson, Felicia Hardy

default verses:

65: A comics verse based in Earth-65, Gwen's home world, primarily taking place around the McGuire comics where Gwen has blown her secret identity, served her prison time, and is now attempting to balance her normal life with Ghost-Spider. Post-college, she works as a private detective.

616: Same as above, including Gwen's escapades on Earth-616 where her secret identity is still intact. She gets her college degree there and basically uses Peter Parker's Earth as her summer home.

multiverse!madness: Various comics universes collide, whether Marvel/DC/etc. have always existed on the same Earth, or other-dimension shenanigans are at work. Duplicate friendly!

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

murderdock: Gwen works for Earth-65's Matt Murdock (Kingpin), while she tries to free her father from prison. However, she's a hero deep down and eventually breaks from Kingpin even if it lands her in prison.

dark!murderdock: While Gwen is working for Earth-65's Matt Murdock (Kingpin), her father is killed in prison by the Rhino. Devastated, she succumbs to her rage and the symbiote, and she goes full villain working for Kingpin.

[tcthinecwnself-a]

Peyton Parker Bio & Tag Dump

Name: Peyton Parker

Super Hero Name: Yellow - Jacket

Age: 16-17

Gender: Nonbinary, they/them

S/O: Bisexual

Bio:

"Alright, folks. Let's do this one last time.

My name is Peyton Parker. I was bitten by a radioactive cross between a spider and a honey bee, and for the last 2 years, I've been New York's one and only Yellow - Jacket. Yeah, I know, not really the conventional name for my group, but I didn't know we had name guidelines. But I think you know the rest:

My uncle died. I fought some bad guys. Got infected by weird alien goo. Saved my best friend Harry. Won the Daily Bugle's comic strip contest. Got my own personal box seat at any Broadway show. Fought some more bad guys. Got the key to the city. And I bought lots and lots and lots of Honey."

Peyton Parker is the Spider - Man of their universe, however, because they were bitten by a spider/bee crossover, they decided to call themselves, Yellow - Jacket, and have a more bee style theme. Instead of webslingers, they made a device that works similarly, but instead of web fluid, they made a strong honey fluid material. Peyton lives with their Auntie May and hangs out most days with their good friend Harry Osborn. They are playful, quick witted, and snarky when in their superhero persona, but Peyton is still a bit insecure out of it. Which helps a lot when concealing their identity. They pretend to be a wimpy, pushed around nerd, but dedicate themselves to protecting the city they love.

Eventually, to save money on the store bought honey, Peyton eventually starts bee - keeping as a hobby. Turns out, it's pretty easy when you and the bees can talk to each other.