#or hell even gwen could be the one to die

[hikaaa-bi]

people keep saying that colin would be the first one to die but i refuse to believe this. as far as we know, the entities in this universe feeds on desire and obsession, not on fear. colin's paranoia may be the death of him in tma universe, but not here. i have a feeling that he's going to be spared, in a twist of fate, and sam would be the one to die first.

[despairots]

━━━━━━━━ in another another dimension.

1610! miles morales x gn! spiderman! reader x 42! miles morales. angst, and sorta fluff?? also spoilers if u havent seen the movie yet, shit writing since i havent wrote in a long time 👎

where miles morales was your boyfriend and died in your dimension ‘cause you couldn’t save him in time after he was pushed off a building. where earth 1610 & earth 42, you’re dead ‘cause you got pushed off a building.

you couldn’t save him in time. by the time you saw his figure disappear from the ledge of the building, you were already frozen in spot, seeing as if the love of your life was gonna die and it was because of you.

even though you caught him by the chest with one of your webs, the recoil already impacted his head and back, causing him to die. you couldn’t apologize to him after the argument you two had.

“miles… i am so sorry. please wake up. wake the fuck up, miles! this isn’t funny. please tell me i’m dreaming, please tell me you’ll wake me up from a nightmare like before. please, i can’t lose you too…”

he always would wake you up and comfort you after a nightmare, he wouldn’t do that anymore. he would always whisper sweet things in your ear that always made you blush, he wouldn’t do that anymore.

nothing that was only exchanged between the two of you wouldn’t happen anymore, nothing. it was meaningless to you, you missed him. it was obvious to everyone.

your parents, friends, miles’s parents, classmates, teachers, schoolmates. they all knew how much you cherished eachother, how much you couldn’t keep living without eachother.

when he needed you the most, you weren’t there. you weren’t able to save him in time. maybe you could this time, saving him from a hundred other spider people.

EARLIER.

“this your friend, gwen?” a familiar voice was heard behind you making you quickly turn around, your spider sense going off. “miles?” “[name]?” the two of you spoke at the same time, jaw dropped and eyes widened.

“this was the surprise you meant, gwen.” all guilt that you thought you buried long time ago was to much to handle when you saw him, the same beauty that he had when you he died in your universe.

you couldn’t help but hug him tightly, face buried into his chest, he was always taller then you. miles jumped a little bit before hugging you back, his face buried on top of your hair.

you were restraining yourself for crying, small sniffles came from you as you could see gwen lightly smiling at the two of you. embarrassment was the only thing that made you pull away.

“sorry! i— um, have a miles morales in my dimension b - but he died.” you stumbled upon your words, blush on your cheek as miles blinked at you. “it’s fine. i have a you in my dimension but they — uh, died.”

miles nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. it was awkward between the two of you, completely embarrassed that you hugged eachother even though you technically knew eachother too.

when you think about it, maybe you could save him this time… from millions of spider people and being thrown to his earth with him.

EARTH ???.

miles told you to wait in the living to talk to his mother, brooklyn was totally wrecked on his earth. spiderman was gone for just two days or maybe more and brooklyn looked like hell.

it didn’t feel right, you felt uneasy. it felt to surreal, to unrealistic in your opinion. you turned invisible when you saw mrs. morales, miles’ mother, walk out of his room, laughing.

he tried speaking to her before getting cut off by glitching, scaring you. ‘he’s in the wrong dimension.’ miles and you shared a look, signifying the look of terror.

‘the spider that bit him… it wasn’t from his dimension. miguel was right… he was never meant to be spiderman.’ the door creaked open, revealing the man who thought had died in miles’ dimension.

the two chattered, his uncle taking him to the roof as miles looked at you and gestured to follow him. it was shocking, to say the least, watching the two look at a mural.

your eyes widened at the art, instead of miles’ uncle dead, it was his dad and you. until then, you realized, you were always going to die in ever dimension but yours.

no matter how many times, no matter how many dimensions, the universes were working together to stop you and miles from every getting together.

that’s why miles died in yours, you dying in miles, and you dying in this world too. the universes never wanted you two to get together, maybe it was because of the saying:

in every other universe, gwen stacy falls for spiderman.

you were too lost in thought that you didn’t realize miles was knocked out until your spider senses tingled, reflexes making you dodged the incoming punch.

your hood (from your black sweater that you wore over your suit) flipped off, revealing the tight frown and scowl on your face. “what the f— miles…” you whispered the last part, seeing him on the floor.

something was poked into your neck, injecting you with something and forced you to sleep. losing authority over your body, you fell to the ground, unbothered by it.

your body didn’t touch the ground, that’s the thing, someone caught you in time. they cradled you softly in their arms, watching your eyes blink in and out if reality before completely closing.

aaron scoffed at his nephew, “that’s not the [name] you knew, they ain’t yours.” his nephew mumbled a yes, watching you sleep with the beauty you still had when you died.

your fingers were twitching, a small habit that you always had when sleeping. he missed you, he missed you so damn much.

and when he saw your face when your hood flipped over, he felt like he got a second chance to be with you.

but when he looked over at the other miles that was over his uncle’s shoulder, he felt hatred. he didn’t want to risk you to his other counterpart, he didn’t want to lose you, again.

and that was the same feeling 1610 miles felt, he didn’t want to lose you again. and for sure, you felt that way too.

[fairlyang]

Thigh riding 🕷️

you are peer pressured to somehow help Miguel from the hell of a week he's had

w/c: 5.5K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, no use of y/n, lil plot, angy Miguel, going in with no plan, pestering, lots of tension, giving in, making out, thigh riding, jerking him off, tasting each other, cum

notes: the beginning of this I reused for “prank” but that was an og idea I abandoned then did end up using 💀

Miguel had been stressed, annoyed, and overworked for the past week and a half. No one even dared to go into his office or bothered to start up a conversation if they saw him walk the hallways of HQ. Not even Jess.

But that didn't stop Gwen from plotting something, because "why not."

"He will literally kill anything that comes within a 100 feet radius of him-" Miles says making me scoff.

"1000." I mutter shaking my head.

"Okay but we need to help him out somehow-" Gwen starts to say and I widen my eyes.

"Gwen, he will literally kill someone on instant impact-"

"Don't exaggerate-" she starts to say and I cut her off grabbing the ends of my mask and take it off for dramatic effect.

"I saw a glimpse of both veins yesterday." I say and shiver in exaggerated horror. "From afar."

They both turn to look at me with widened eyes. "Neck and forehead?" Miles asks with his mouth agape.

I nod and scoff, "So if you want a death wish....."

"I just feel bad-" she says and sighs. "There must be some way we can distract or help him?"

"I mean I feel bad too, it's not a nice thing to see... but what can we do?" I say and sigh.

Helping him or even bothering up to talk to him would be like talking to a concrete wall. Impossible and won't do anything.

"Maybe take him to one of those rooms where you hit garbage with a bat." Miles says and shrugs.

"A rage room? You suggest we take our boss to a rage room?" I ask and laugh. "Then he'd just get offended we think he has anger issues."

"Think?" I hear a familiar British voice speak and look up seeing Hobie walk towards our table.

I snicker then bite my lip. I'll shut up, Miguel could appear out of thin air. "Tell Gwen that we shouldn't be messing with the devil reincarnate."

"She and Miles shouldn't. Hell I definitely shouldn't..... but....." he trails on as he sits next to me and I groan.

"Do not even-"

"Perfect so you know where I'm going with this. Have fun-"

"Absolutely fucking not-"

"But why-"

"I don't wanna die!!"

"No, you won't-"

"He doesn't even have spidey senses and he's somehow just gonna sense the air being different before I even walk in-"

"Calm down-"

"He's fucking built different Hobie I'd be a goner-"

"Calm the fuck down!"

"Do you want me dead?!?" I hiss and he chuckles shaking his head at me and sits across from me.

"What don't you get- listen... he might dislike the rest of us. A lot.. but you're different-"

"Don't say that-“

"It's true and you know it!" He exclaims laughing at my reaction and I bite my lip looking down. There's no way....

I sigh and take a deep breath. Oh god.

"How the fuck do I change his mood though? I can't be too chirpy or pester him. Both are things I'm an expert in but won't help- it'll make shit more fucked-" I whine and groan.

"You can figure it out. You of all people can figure something out...." Miles cuts in and I roll my eyes.

"Come on arañita-" he teases and i scoff. (little spider)

"Oh fuck off-"

"See you're the only one that is even worthy of a nickname by the devil." Hobie teases with a smirk and I scoff.

Fuck-

"I never-" I freeze, eye widened. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

All three turn to look at me and give me a look. I purse my lips and close my eyes. I’m the only one worthy of a nickname? Really? just me- Did it really have to be me? I mean he does tolerate me. My presence. On a regular basis.... barely...

Shit.

I sigh and look back at them. "FINE." I mutter and stand up.

Gwen lets out a sigh and Miles covers his mouth not wanting to laugh. I glare at him and he lets out a snicker. "Miles Morales-"

"My bad!!" He says and covers his mouth again.

"If you don't hear from me within the next two hours, I'm as good as dead. Hobie you can keep my dog." I say semi jokingly and he nods giving me a thumbs up.

I roll my eyes at him and turn to Gwen, "You owe me one."

She waves me off letting out a laugh and I sigh. "Good luck." Miles says and fake salutes me.

I walk away from the table and instantly hear them snickering. Couldn't even wait for me to be gone-

What did I get myself into?

I let out a deep breath as I walk out of the cafeteria. I'm done for.

I walk the halls of HQ and head over to Miguel's office. i couldn't help but think. I guess it was kind of true? I bugged him but he never got like really mad? It's like he almost didn't mind my company? He's never kicked me out... what did that mean though?

Now the thing about Miguel is he's a very sarcastic, sometimes cold, very angry man. I somehow ended up kind of befriending him by calling him out on shit early on when I was recruited and he hates when I do it but somewhat respects I have the guts to do it at all. I play around with him a lot and at first it bugged him, a lot but then he started doing it back and that's the dynamic we have going.

Now this didn't make me an exception from when he gets pissed like he is now. At least that's what I was thinking..... but after seeing and hearing what Hobie was saying, I was conflicted. But why wouldn't he get mad at me? Because I was barely able to befriend him? I wasn't even close to the level of friendship he has with Jess and even she hasn't dared to talk to him.... or even Peter's friendship with him, and he's been with him through his ups and downs. So it wouldn't make any sense...

I shake off my thoughts and take a deep breath standing outside his door. I peep through one of the windows and he's looking at his screens. So he definitely hasn't heard me... yet.

I open the door as quietly and slowly as I can only to be met with his frustrated grunts at the screens in front of him. I quietly close the door and lean against the wall. He's swiping along muttering swears in English and Spanish making my eyes go wide.

I'm fucking done for. I didn't even come in with a fucking shed of an idea of how to distract him or cheer his ass up. I'm done. Me va gritar, me va chingar, y ni me va hacer caso- (he's gonna scream at me, beat my ass and he's not even gonna pay attention to me-)

Then he turns around to look me right in the eye, making me jump, and snarls, "You're breathing loud arañita, que quieres?" (what do you want?)

"You have some balls to come in here." He mutters before quickly turning back and mumbles, "Chingdada madre-" (mother fucker)

I cover my mouth to hide my nervous laughter and shake my head. I'm fucking breathing loud??? I knew this would happen-

"Be nice Miguelito, I just came to... check up on you.." I say and walk up to him slowly. I felt a bubble of nervousness form in my stomach and my hands were getting sweaty under my suit. This was gonna be bad...

He turns back around to me pressing a button on his watch making his mask disappear, showing me his distressed face and scoffs. "Check up on me? Oh so now I need hawk eyes all over me at all times?"

I gulp and stop just a few feet away from his platform. What the fuck do I even say???

"Do I look like I need checking up on?!?" He says and slams a hand on the desk making papers fly off and a pen roll off to the floor.

My eyes shift from his eyes to the floor to his neck. Oh god the veins... It's only the one on his neck- I'll try to keep it that way...

"Well...." I trail on and take a step up to his platform but still not within range to touch him or vice versa.

He completely turns to look at me and places a hand on his hip with a look on his face. What was it? Curiosity? Annoyance? Anger? I couldn't tell.

"Listen..." I start and put my hands up in defense, "we were starting to get worried-"

"We?"

"Yes. We. A handful of us..." I say and take another step forward and now having to look up at him but still not within reach. Oh fuck.

"And I think you've been in here too long... necesitas relajarte o distraerte." I say softly and put my hands down slowly. (you need to relax or distract yourself)

"Quieres que me relaje? Distráeme?" He asked unamused with a cocked eyebrow. (you want me to relax? To distract myself)

I simply nod and hold my breath.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"And how do you propose I do that?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me and I bite my lip.

That's such a good question....

"hmm... well I actually didn't really have an idea....." I trail on, scratching the back of my neck and he scoffs.

"So you came in here-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Now listen-"

"No, you listen-"

"Miguel-"

"You came here-"

"Yes-"

"With no idea-"

"Well Gwen was getting worri-"

"Gwen-"

"Well me too I guess but-"

"Oh so you were too-"

"Cállate-" (shut up)

"Escúchame arañita-" (listen to me little spider)

"And it's not that I didn't have a plan-"

"Really because it sure sounds-"

"I just didn't think-"

"You never do-"

"Cabron-" (asshole/bitch)

"Latosa." He snarls and I scoff. (annoying ass)

"Mendigo-" I blurt out and cross my arms against my chest. Then it hits me. (asshole but more aggressive maybe bastard fits)

Fuck.

He walks towards me giving me a glare and I freeze. This is it. I've lived a decent life- I got to enjoy my spider powers for as long as I could, helped a ton of people. But this is it-

He steps in front of me and I bite my lip looking at his chest too fucking petrified to look him in the eye. I bring my arms down to my sides and widen my eyes. Oh god why did he have to be so fucking intimidating.

He unfortunately gets rid of my thoughts and takes care of my lack of eye contact by lifting my chin up with two fingers. I gulp and stare into his eyes.

Amusement. Shock.

Then I look down at his lips. A smirk?

Huh?

"Repeat what you said." He demands and I stifle a laugh.

He was enjoying this? Maybe all he needed was a little pestering? Shockingly enough- could he have missed me- nah.... that's a stretch.

I look directly into his eyes and cross my arms against my chest. "Men-di-go." I say slowly making sure to annunciate every syllable exaggeratedly. I purse my lips and widen my eyes slightly.

I'm playing with fire. No- worse- a fucking ticking time bomb.

He raises an eyebrow with a shocked expression and I have the urge to burst out laughing but I don't want to make this any worse. Then in a swift movement his hand is gripping my jaw and my breath hitches in my throat. He tilts his head and leans down so I can't look at anything besides his eyes.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

He narrows his eyes down and I'm on the verge of breaking. I bite my lip, my heartbeat quickens, my cheeks grow red. His stare was intense. Neither of us looking away.

His grip was then softer, for a split second before he takes another step forward making me yelp as my lower back hit one of his desks.

His body towered over mine and his hands were then gripping the desk behind me, or on each side of my body so I had nowhere to go. I was trapped but it didn't feel intimidating. He didn't look like he was going to pounce. I let my hands stay on my sides and I couldn't move. I felt like I was frozen.

What the fuck was this?

My breathing was a bit unsteady and I couldn't do anything. Why'd I feel like I was in a trance?

My mind then took an unexpected turn from being nervous to intrigued. Excited. And I couldn't help but take a close notice of his features. His pretty crimson eyes. His high cheekbones. His thick eyebrows. His full lips. His big nose- we all know what they say about big noses-

No—

I then feel an oh so familiar feeling appear in my stomach and I gulp. Oh fuck.

My eyes slowly made their way down and really took in everything. I've never been so close to this man... ever... I was able to see everything-

His chiseled jawline that genuinely looked like it was sculpted by gods. Then I realized how much bigger and taller he was than me. He was huge. His broad shoulders. His toned chest. Muscular arms. Those biceps the size of my head. Which were all shown absolutely perfectly by his skintight suit. 

Well every inch of him was shown to perfection, accentuating every curve, line, inch of his practically Greek god physique.

I then thought of escaping, my thoughts were going some place they've never been towards him, my breathing was unsteady, but then I felt his hands moving down to my waist making me take a deep breath in. What the fuck??? Que está tramando??? (what is he plotting???)

Suddenly as if a light switched in my brain I realized what I had to offer to relax or distract him.... I felt my cheeks get hot and I shift a tiny bit. Was I really going to-

I slowly looked back up at his eyes and he was already staring at me. He leans down a tiny bit, I could feel him breathing on my nose... I bite my lip and try to calm myself down. There's no way he's thinking the same I am.... Right?

His eyes had darkened and they looked glossy. The look in his eye- it was impossible to miss... oh my god-

I breathe out and slowly move my hand from my sides to go up to his chest. I prayed I wasn't reading shit incorrectly and leave my hands there gently. He didn't stop me. He didn't even flinch. Oh wow....

I didn't know where to go from here- I noticed his heartbeat going all over the place as well. Was he just as nervous as me? Just as excited?

Maybe he's had pent up arousal?

But do I help him?

He leans down a tiny bit more and our lips are now millimeters apart. His grip on my waist was firm and his body was against mine. I could now see the lust in his eyes and I have a feeling he sees it in mine. I was appalled. We've never, ever done anything like this. It didn't exactly feel wrong but it was odd? Different. Confusing. But felt right?

I slowly reach up to wrap my arms behind his neck and look into his eyes then down at his lips. They were right there.

He then clears his throat and I look back up into his eyes. "Creo que ya se como me puedo distraer." He whispers softly, his breath lightly hitting my lips, and I feel myself almost melt. (I think I know how I can distract myself)

So he was thinking the same as me.....

I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak and he takes that as his green light. I close my eyes and I feel the softness of his lips on mine. Instant sparks running through my body as I slowly kiss him back. I didn't think I would feel this way- hell I didn't think I'd ever kiss Miguel of all people... but it felt so good and natural...

I felt the flush of my cheeks grow warmer as I felt one of his hands going down to my hips and the other softly wrapped around my neck, and deepening the kiss at the same time.

I move my hands up to play with the ends of his curls and lightly tug on them making him let out a moan. I then slide my tongue into his mouth exploring every crevice as I feel his hands snake down and grope my ass, making a combination of a moan and groan leave my throat.

I feel him smirk before shoving his tongue in my mouth and I melt into his arms. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the desk and stands in between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and bring him closer to me which makes him change the pace of the kiss, more passion, hunger, neediness.

I moan into his mouth and he pulls away making me whimper but his lips went down leaving wet kisses on my jaw, then moving down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side giving him more room as he licks a spot then sucking on it roughly making me gasp and grip onto his hair.

He groans against my skin and I feel my eyes fluttering as I feel heat go deep into my core. I was breathing heavily and the way I felt his hand go down to squeeze my thigh, definitely wasn't helping. His other hand was playing with my long hair as he left more love bites on my neck. By this time I felt like my neck was invaded with red marks, he would suck then lick it softly to ease the slight pain and repeat.

His hands were suddenly rougher on me, his hand on my thighs now nearing my inner thigh, trailing up and down, teasing me. He was now tugging on my hair making me head go back and he kissed up my throat sending shivers all throughout my body.

He pecks my lips softly then bites my bottom lip lightly. I cup his cheek and he suddenly picks me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist as he sits us down on the chair he has in his office.

I was sitting on his lap so I leaned down to kiss his neck making my way to his ear and nibble on it. I felt his breathing get harder and a groan leave his lips. I grind myself slowly onto him, I almost stopped when I felt him- he was so fucking hard...

I positioned myself properly and moved to grind directly on his bulge as I went down to kiss down his neck wanting to leave some marks on him. I found a spot and sucked on it harshly before licking it and moving my head towards his throat and kiss up it. I felt a groan against my mouth and I couldn't help but moan.

Why was that so hot?

I felt my wetness moving around between my thighs, I was possibly leaking through my suit- how the hell would that even be possible?

"Así- mm así mami-" he moans out and I move my hips a bit faster. I felt my eyes flutter and I felt like I could pass out already but I knew I had to stay in the moment. (Just like that)

I felt his hands grip on my hips helping me grind against him while my hands were behind his neck trying to steady myself. I moaned against his throat and I felt his hips buck up making his bulge directly rub against my clit. Fuck. "S-shit-" I murmur and feel my eyes closing.

"Would you get mad if I ripped your suit open?" He suddenly asks and I stop. I widen my eyes and I just look at him.

"A-Are you insane-"

"I could have Lyla make you a new one right now-"

"Don't call her now!!"

"I'm just saying-"

I then close my mouth and shake my head slowly. He motions for me to stand up and I get off his lap and stand in front of him with furrowed brows. He gets on his knees then in just a few seconds his hands go to my thighs as he rips the fabric of my suit, between my legs to be more specific. Now I just had a big hole between my thighs. "You owe me a new and improved suit by tomorrow." I mutter and he just chuckled and grabbed the back of my thighs.

He left small kisses on my inner thigh and I felt my legs shake. God how did he have this much of an affect on me-

I then suddenly feel cold and I look down and gasp at the sight. He used his fangs to rip my panties.

My mouth was wide open as he looks up at me with a smirk, my little blue thong between his fingertips. "Oh you sick f-" I start but then he spreads my legs apart and blows a small puff of air against my slit making me quiver.

I whine and he laughs. "Que decías nena?" He teases making me try to squeeze my thighs but he had a strong grip on them. That petname- (what were you saying baby girl?)

From his lips- madre mía- (oh my god-)

"S-sick fuck." I mutter and he smirks.

"Now I still want you riding my thigh... but I need to taste you." He growls and as soon as he finishes his sentence he licks a long strip on my already soaked pussy.

I moan and indistinctly move my hands down to his hair. He licks it softly at first until he went up to my swollen clit and kissed it, licked it then sucked on it harshly like a man that hasn't had dinner for weeks. He definitely was a starved man.

"M-Mig-" I moan out and buck my hips towards his face. He groans against my pussy and his hands grip the back of my thighs harder.

I move my hips back and forth and he continues eating out my pussy. His hands moved to smack my ass for a second and then up to my hips helping me grind against his mouth. "So good Miguel-" I murmur breathless.

He pulls away making me whimper until he brings a finger up to rub my swollen nub and I let out a moan. "Estas más deliciosa de lo que me imaginé arañita." He purrs looking right into my eyes. (you're more delicious than what I had imagined)

I whimper and close my eyes. This is really happening.... Miguel O'Hara is between my legs- I just felt his tongue on my pussy... he is on his fucking knees looking up at me- All it took to distract him was some pussy?

I come back to reality when I no longer feel his touch. I open my eyes to see he's stood back up. I look up at him as he back up to sit back up on the chair. Oh....

With one finger he motions for me to sit on his lap and I don't hesitate to walk back to him and place myself on his lap again. He shifts in the chair to have his left thigh directly on most of the chair then grabs my hips and make me lift one leg over his.

He brings my hips down my pussy now making contact with his suit. I gasp at the new texture and put my hands against his shoulders slowly moving. "Good girl." He purrs and his hands on my hips helping me move making it easier for me.

"I- but y-your suit-" I stammer and try to stop but his hands make me continue moving.

"It's fine." He whispers and presses on his watch and I watch as the lower half of his body is soon exposed as the pixels of his suit disintegrate.

My pussy was now directly on his toned thigh and it felt so good. My eyes begin fluttering again as I move my hips rubbing myself against his now soaked thigh. I then open them again and instantly take notice he's completely bare.

My breath hitched at my throat when I looked at his thick cock that was already throbbing and leaking with precum. I widen my eyes and gulp. There was no fucking way he'd fit... as if he read my mind he chuckles and lifts my chin up to look at him then holds my hands. "We don't have to go all the way- if anything I think seeing you cum will do it for me." He says and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together and he groans. I bite my lip and roll my hips back and forth again, my hands going back to his shoulders to steady myself. He lets out a deep breath and his hands go back to my hips. "Look at you fucking dripping on me pretty girl." He purrs making me blush.

I look down at his cock and bring a hand down to gently grab it then spit on it. I start stroking him with my saliva dripping down a vein and I feel myself getting wetter. He groans, his grip on my hips now tighter as I grind myself faster on him. "M-Miguel-"

"You're doing so good arañita." He murmurs as I stroke him faster letting out moans of my name.

I whimper and feel my thighs starting to hurt but I was also slowly feeling my orgasm coming in. "Asi nena- se siente tan rico-" he praises breathlessly. (Just like that baby girl- it feels so good-)

He lays his head back and I let out bundles of moans and whines on top of him. He bucks his thigh up making me whimper in pure pleasure. My eyes were glossy, my body was growing tired but I was so close and he was too I could tell by the way his cock was twitching in my hand. I lean forward closer to him to have somewhat easier access to jerking him off.

One of his hands lets go of my hip and cups my cheek as he leans in to kiss me roughly. It was the sloppiest kiss I've ever endured in my life but I didn't mind and I kissed him back with just as much of his neediness. He moved his thigh up and down making my tremble and moan against his lips. "No pares-" he mumbles against my lips and I slide my tongue in his mouth stroking him even faster. (Don't stop-)

I feel him groan in my mouth and I melt into his shoulder almost giving out. Both his hands were back on my hips pushing them back and forth as he saw I was slowing down a bit. How kind.

I pull away and l lean my forehead against his, breathing heavily, legs trembling. My orgasm quickly took over making me shake more and let out shaky moans. I stop moving trying to calm my rapid heartbeat as I felt Miguel's grip dropped from my hips and to hold my other hand. Our fingers intertwined and my hand still didn't stop but that's when I looked down at his cock in my hands and realized he was cumming so I slowed down, letting him ride his high.

He let out so many grunts and moans bucking his hips into my hand. His streaks of cum shot up to my hands, his stomach, and my thighs. I chuckle looking down at the mess he made and bite my lip.

It's only fair I get to taste him too.

I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick off his cum that landed on my hand. I hear him gasp when I swallowed and I look up at him with a smirk. "I needed to taste you too." I say and bite my lip.

He snickers and shakes his head. I then notice the slight tug of a smile forming. Jesus.

Oh god- why the fuck did that give me butterflies.... Why did he look so good.

I looked at him, eyes hazed, hair pulled back, he was sweaty but he looked fine. So fucking good.

I can't believe we did that- us.

He was still holding my hand and I feel myself blush. Fuck- well now what?

I let out a sigh and try to stand up but instantly felt the pain in my thighs. "Fuck-" I groan and sit back down on him.

"Come here I got you." He says softly and moves my left leg over.

I lay my head against his shoulder and I feel him slowly lifting me up. I wrap my arms behind his neck and nuzzle between his chest. I felt fucking exhausted. "You did so good arañita." He whispers and I fight back a smile.

He walked up off deeper into his office, probably taking us to his room considering he completely fucked up my suit and my whole pussy was on display. I pull away and point at him. "New suit-"

"Yeah yeah yeah- para mañana. I got it." He retorts and I laugh. (For tomorrow)

He placed me down on his bed and I yawn. My body felt so sore and I look down at my thighs. Still had his cum on me... I bite my lip and shake my head in disbelief. How did this happen?

He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and some sweats. I scoff and shake my head. "Those won't fit."

He rolls his eyes at me and throws them at me, I catch them before they can whack me in the face. "Rude." I mutter and start talking off the remains of my suit.

I grab the ends from my neck and pull it down my body. Thank god I decided to wear a bra today.

"Where the fuck is my-?" I start to say then look up at him mouth agape.

I look at his hand and sure enough there it is. My thong. "Give it-"

"Ask nicely."

"I literally just helped distract you from your shitty ass week- dámelo!!!" I demand and stand up somehow gaining the strength to walk over to him. (give it to me!!!)

His eyes gaze down at my bra and I roll my eyes. "Want the matching bra?" I tease and he smirks.

"Well it is only fair I get bo-"

"Estas loco- now give it!!!" I whine and reach for it but unfortunately he was faster than me and lifts it high above my head. (You're crazy-)

Why did he have to be built like a giant at desperate times like this....

"I have an idea-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Dámelo latoso." I say sternly and he scrunches his nose. (Give it to me annoying fuck)

"You're not convincing me very well..." he trails on and I shake my head.

"Fine." I say walking back to his bed and putting on the clothes he gave me.

I slip on the big sweatpants and groan. I pull on the drawstrings to the tightest it can go and tie it. "It looks like I have no ass-" I whine and roll my eyes.

I quickly slip on the shirt and take off my bra. I slip the straps off my arms through the arm holes and then take the bra off from under. I throw it at him and with ease he caught it.

"Maybe this'll be how we can calm your ass down...." I say and give him a wink before walking out of his room.

"You're the perfect distraction arañita." He calls out and I bite my lip.

I take a few steps and I was back in his office before I quickly ran out. I open the door, slip out then close it. I lean against the door and can't help the smile the appeared on my face. Wow.

[iwasbored777]

I was checking how long would Gwen stay in prison based on her case, if she got arrested, and it would be minimum 15-25 years (correct me if I'm wrong I learned this from Wikipedia).

But that's not the worst thing about this. Prison would be horrible for a 15-year-old girl but at least she has super strength so she can protect herself but God knows what sorts of shit she would go through in there. No one would treat her better, police already hates her, they would try to make her life as miserable as they can.

But I'm thinking about her life after prison if she survives there and if she doesn't take her own life after being betrayed by her own parent, but it's the outside world that scares me. Everyone would know she is/was Spider-Woman and everyone would know that she killed Peter and the worst part is that everyone already thinks she did that on purpose and that she wanted to do it. If she gets out she'd be a totally different person and no one would care about her. Where would she go? What would she do? She couldn't go to school, she spent most of her life in prison, her canon event is the death of her father and he would be long gone by the time she's out even if he still cared about her. Even if he changed his mind after putting her in prison she's still in there, everyone knows what she did and everyone hates her including Ben and May, and George can't just get her out of there and he's gonna die anyway, so she's on her own. She can't even be Spider-Woman again anywhere, everyone in the world knows who she is and I don't think she would want to be a hero again. Even if she could get a job who the hell would hire her?

So what would happen to her? Would this be her villain origin story? She'd be a thirty something or 40-year-old woman when she gets out and she has nothing.

So, even if it was a bad choice to join Spider Society it was 100% the best choice she had at the moment. Nothing can compare to what was about to happen to her if she stayed in her dimension. She couldn't run forever and she had nowhere to run either. The only way out of that was to go to another universe and live there. Thank heavens that she even had this choice.

[sideeve]

SELF CONTROL ⭑ MILES MORALES

⭑ maybe love isn’t the only thing that can keep someone tied to you .

miles morales x f!reader

part 1 — part 2

⭑ miles’ pov , cheating , normal spider-man violence , the spot , miles attempting to win reader back , major spoilers for atsv , arguing

miles’ pov

every thing was stressing him out. fighting with spot wasn’t helping either. while basically punching himself, he was trying to text his parents that he would be a little late.

“can we finish this later? i have a meeting with my parents!” miles yells, trying to web the villain to the wall.

“no! we cannot! i have to kill the thing that-wait! we’re not finished here!” spot attempts to wiggle out of the webs keeping him stuck.

“i’ll catch you later.”

with the spot “done”, miles finally had a moment to breathe. he got a message from you.

mrs. morales 💓 : miles. where r u? ur parents keep asking me and idk what to say😭

mr. morales 🕷️ : just tell them i’ll be there in a moment. had to pick up the cakes :)

he huffs.

everyone needed him at the exact same time. from juggling the responsibility as spider-man and being a boyfriend and son, school. he couldn’t do it all.

his hand slide down his face. “if only gwen were here right now. she’d know what to do.” he looks down at the boxes of cake in his hands before making his way to his apartment.

grounded. for two months. just because he couldn’t tell his parents that he’s spider-man. rage filled in his body. no one understood him. no one. but her.

fuck! he shouldn’t be thinking about her. he has a girlfriend! one that lives him to death too.

but him and gwen are just friends…right?

that thought leads him here. an inch of space left between him and gwen. he would make a mistake tonight that he would gravely regret.

“¡miles! ponte aquí ahora mismo.”

his mouth pulls him out of his trance he gasps out of shock. what the hell was he doing? why is he kissing someone else? where is his girlfriend? what is he going to do?

his eyes looked blown out. thoughts clouded his head, making him unresponsive. “i’m not going to call for you again.” the party fell silent, looking at miles in disbelief.

he didn’t even say a word to gwen nor his mom. he just ran as fast as he could (while also swinging) to you.

out of breath, he knocked on your door.

"hey babe. my mom wanted me to check on you. she said you left early." he lied. he just wanted to know if you knew what he did. "we're done. i can't be with a cheater."

fuck!

"baby. you don't understand-" "go!" you slammed the door in his face. he heard you sobbing behind the door. his heart broke.

what did he do?

he walked home like a kicked puppy. he lost the only one he loved. once he opened his house door, his parents stood in front of him, arms crossed and disappointed. "mama, i-" "no, go to your room. and make it 4 months."

he wasn't even upset, he understood why he was in this situation. he had hurt you. and there was no way to take it back.

cut to when miles meets miguel

"every spider person has lost someone close to them. that is what makes us who we are." miguel stands before miles, making him look small. the holograms of spidermen and women crouching over their loved one's dead bodies. then there was him. crouching over you.

"my canon event is my girlfriend dying?" "ex-girlfriend. and yes. i'm sorry miles. but this can't be changed." every ounce of rage when to his fists. "no! it can't be her! i gotta save her."

“miles. you know we can’t let you do that.” a disk slides under him, creating a force field around him.

“miguel! that’s enough!” the yelling from the spider society was overwhelming him. ontop of the fact that you are going to die.

in his arms.

[gnomebinary]

This is my protocol bingo! (Thank you as always osric.com).

Lena is just doing her evil job - No thoughts, no morals, no alligence. Girlboss.

Nobody ever finds out Jmart's real names - I just think that would be tragic, and fit in with what RQ have been saying about this not being too attached to Archives.

Redemption arc - There was a notable lack of these in Archives even though forgiveness and making a conscious effort to behave morally were important themes in the later seasons. I'm ready for Mr Bonzo to have Kylo Ren's exact redemption arc where he's redeemed mostly through kissing. I don't even care who he kisses.

Froyo trip - It's pretty clear that we're being told that this is Somewhere Else through things like the Archives staff having tea and the OIAR staff having coffee. The s1 Archives gang iconically got icecream, so I'm gunning for a froyo trip, and a Gwen monologue about preservatives.

Colin dies first - He's just so killable. Plus, Celia can't die until they do her reveal and they'll probably want to build up to it, Sam can't die because he's the driving force behind investigation into Magnus, Alice can't die because she kinda makes the whole show, Gwen can't die because she's mid-arc and it is of the type that if left unfinished it would be anticlimactic not tragic, and Lena can't die because the impact would be pretty low.

Nostalgic PC games - I LOVE that RQ appears to be into old tech. I want to see Chester and Norris play Catz 5. Lowfi retro charm.

Dyhard - I go back and forth on this one, it feels too obvious what with the hot drinks imagery workplace annoyances to lovers stuff, but at the same time it does Just Make Sense.

Somebody becomes disabled - In Archives people were injured a lot, but none of that amounted to a long-term physical disability, except for Melanie's blindness. Feels like something to do in Protocol.

Police brutality - Feels like a theme that Jonny still has more to say about, and an incredibly easy one to weave into this kind of story.

Alice is hiding something - I actually think she isn't but y'all are saying it.

Alice naming stuff has consequences - She does it so much and Colin warned her off it, clearly seeming concerned but not explaining why, I think it will have unforeseen and damaging consequences.

Someone has a pet - In Archives, especially in the earlier seasons, everyone was notably unattached. Martin has a mum to take care of, but nobody has partners or children. I think this was partly because it made them easier to manipulate, and partly because it meant that tragedy could be dialled up: Sasha dying was sad, but not as gutwrenching as Daisy dying because Daisy's relationships were more fleshed out because it was later in the series. We're already bucking that trend with Celia's son, so I think we might see a pet too. Also, the pet will probably die.

Alice dies in the last season - Alice is very killable but she's also the heart and soul of the character relationships, so I think they will kill her but they'll wait to do it, and then do it mid-final season as an OOH THEY WENT THERE turning point, like how Tim dying brought in a new, darker era for Archives.

Conclusion that love isn't what makes you human - At London Comicon in October, Alex or Jonny (I forget) said that if Archives was about what makes you a monster, Protocol is about what makes you human. I think it's kinda trite if love is the answer, and I think the conclusion re love will be that monsters can love, because that's cooler. Hell yeah romantic monsterfucking.

Celia evil - I LOVE that we're seeing another Welsh person, but she doesn't sit well with me.

Agnes returns but we don't hear her speak - The tree on the other side of the rift is still alive, and if that universe was this one then that means that Agnes may still be alive. Jonny and Alex have said that they regret not doing more with Agnes, and I don't think they'll miss out on the opportunity to use her again. However, I think the fact that she doesn't speak is central to her tragic character and role as Jon's character foil, and I don't think they'll change that. I actually posted a tiktok about this.

Scene on London public transport - We're already seeing our gang at the pub and on dates, I think we're going to get some tube content.

Jmart fate worse than death - They're going to have us WISHING that they died in mag200.

Fears never treated as separate - I just think we're over that.

Breakup - They're getting the character relationships in early, so I'm predicting an onscreen breakup, because that's one of the few ways that we didn't see relationships between characters going bad in Archives.

Gerry's life gets ruined again - I'm sorry guys but I don't think they're going to let him have peace. He's going to get dragged into the OIAR situation and he's going to suffer.

Alice's brother lives - People are already noting similarities between Alice and Tim, I think that it'll be essentially the same character beat again if her brother dies. Adapt, improvise, overcome, RQ.

Another Michael - Just another character called Michael, unrelated to the four existing Michaels. I wasn't going to put this because Jonny is very aware of the four Michael problem, but this man plagurised his own full legal Christian name, so anything is possible.

Jack is Agnes' Jack - I think it's cool if we all think about how there was actually a massive age gap between Agnes and Jack because she didn't seem to age past her twenties, so he was absolutely a child when she was an adult. Not that I want to have Discourse or anything, that relationship was hecked up and complex in plenty of other ways, just because it's interesting.

Onscreen kiss - They said they wouldn't do it during Archives and then they did and it wasn't that gross, so I'm ready to see it happening again. They might have a relationship between allosexuals this time, I don't think they're going as far as onscreen fucking, but I'm game to be surprised. Insert joke about reusing the whimpering noises from Archives here.

[literallygwenstacy]

Since it’s June 2nd, I thought I’d yap a little about Across the Spider Verse in honor of it turning a year old today 🫶🏻

I love this movie so damn much, it helped me through so many tough times. Usually my hyperixations die out within a couple weeks or months, but this movie has my heart. Start to finish, the visuals are so gorgeous. The love put into this movie is indescribable. I went to go see it in theaters with a few of my friends on June 11th, and to be honest, I did NOT expect to love it as much as I do, and I sure as hell didn’t expect to still be obsessing over it a whole year later. Obviously I had high expectations since I loved the first film but it still blew me away. Everything is just perfect, even the ending. This movie is SO re-playable aswell. Every time I rewatch it I keep noticing small details I didn’t see before. It’s genuinely so well written which is rare among superhero movies these days.

Seeing this movie in theaters for the first time was the greatest cinema experience of my life and I will never forget it, this film really changed my life. I absolutely love the characters. Miles is such a great protagonist and in my opinion; the best Spider-Man. Gwen is relatable as hell and her story is so fleshed out. She’s such a human character, she just shows so much emotion. The side cast is great too. I love Hobie, Pav, Miguel, Peter, Jess, etc. I didn’t hate a SINGLE character in this movie. They managed to make me empathize with almost every character in the film because they’re all so well written.

I love how this movie has its fair share of humorous scenes and emotional ones. All of the scenes with Gwen and her dad made me tear up, not to mention how the background constantly changes colors reflecting their emotions. Gwen’s world as a whole is just so mesmerizing. The cast, the animation, the voice acting, the soundtrack, the emotion, the foreshadowing, the fight scenes, I could go on and on and on forever. You get the gist of it, this movie means the world to me, words seriously can’t describe how much I love it. I can’t believe it’s been a year already, time really does fly 😭 This movie will always hold a special place in my heart, I love it way too much <3 Happy birthday ATSV 🕷️💞🕸️ (Conclusion: 10/10 MUST WATCH ‼️)

[sadly-never-after]

Music in the EAH Universe and who listens to them Part 3.

This is just an excuse to try to make music puns and share music I think the characters would listen to. (Some of these are even canon by the books!) I don't even like a majority of these musicians but I am fully convinced of my choices here. I marked in colours the one that are canonically part of the EAH Universe.

Since Tumblr only allows 100 inline links for a post I have to make different parts.

Part 1 (Alistair, Apple, Ashlynn, Blondie, Briar, Bunny)

Part 2 (Cupid, Cedar, Cerise, Chase, Courtly, Daring)

Part 3 (Darling, Dexter, Duchess, Farrah, Faybelle, Ginger)

Part 4 (Holly, Hopper, Humphrey, Hunter, Jillian, Justine)

Part 5 (Kitty, Lizzie, Maddie, Meeshell, Melody, Nina)

Part 6 (Poppy, Ramona, Raven, Rosabella, Sparrow, Tucker)

⚔️✧˖°.♞༄｡° Darling Charming ⚔️✧˖°.♞༄｡°

Florence & the Mill (King, Kiss with a Fist, Girls against God)

Girl in red shoes (I Wanna be your girlfriend, Girls, Bad Idea!)

Chappell Throne (Good Luck Babe, Kaleidoscope, Picture You)

Of Wonderland (It's different for girls, Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl, When a man is in love with a man)

Marina & the Diamond Cards (The Family Jewels, Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land, Baby)

ദ്ദി(⎚_⎚) 🜲 Dexter Charming ദ്ദി(⎚_⎚) 🜲

Taylor Quick (Enchanted, Lavender Haze, Delicate)

Trollplay (Shiver, Fix You, Lost!)

Lady Yaga (Bad Romance, Stupid Love, So Happy I Could Die)

Royale (The Love Club, A World Alone, 400 Lux)

Reigning Spectre (Hero, Two Birds, Hell no)

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹🦢⊹₊ ⋆୨ৎ Duchess Swan ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹🦢⊹₊ ⋆୨ৎ

Marina & The Diamond Cards (Solitaire, Oh No!, Are You Satisfied?)

Knight Chloe (Leash, Animal, Novocaine for the Soul)

Nixie (Drunk Walk Home, Liquid Smooth, Working for the Knife)

The Spooky Jesters (Catabolic Seed, Icicles, Community Gardens)

Rabbit Hole (Violet, Petals, Doll Parts)

ʚĭɞ;༊°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･ Farrah Goodfairy ʚĭɞ;༊°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

Penelorepe Scott (Sweet Hibiscus Tea, Dead Girls, Feel Better)

Nixie (Nobody, Stay Soft, Carry Me Out)

Trollplay (True Love, For You, Always in my head)

Florence & the Mill (Third Eye, Grace, Shake it Out)

Magic Mirror Girl (Lovers Rock, Pretty Boy, Grapes Upon the Vine)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁��� ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ ࣪˖ ݁𓂃. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Faybelle Thorn . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ ࣪˖ ݁𓂃. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Gwen Stepfairy (What you waiting for?, Hollaback Girl, The Sweet Escape)

April Vineyard (Girlfriend, Smile, Nobody's Fool)

Pixie Minaj (Barbie Tingz, Roman's Revenge, Roman Holiday)

Britney Spark (Break the Ice, Toxic, Oops!...I Did It Again)

Katy Fairy (Waking Up In Vegas, Last Friday Night, Firework)

🤎‧₊˚𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅🧈🎀🧸 Ginger Breadhouse 🤎‧₊˚𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅🧈🎀🧸

Michelle Key (Sunflower, Let Me Know, My Cue)

Cage the Dragon (Telescope, Halo, Flow)

Ricky Montgnomery (This December, Mr. Loverman, Get Used to it)

Nixie (Pink in the Night, A Loving Feeling, Class of 2013)

Tailor Hall (Never Meant To Know, You & Me, Hidden in the sand)

You are trapped on an eight-hour long road trip with these guys and you have to give one of them the aux chord.

[onskepa]

Hello hello hellooo! I got a request for a fic. Its an atwow and across the spiderverse crossover.

So what if one the radioactive spiders ended up in one the labs in Hells gate, and Spider gets bitten by it. He starts acting weird cause he hides these new changes from everyone, he doesnt know how to even begin to talk about it. ( the bite also makes him able to breathe pandora air)

Then  Miguel sees something is wrong and sends Miles to check it out since he is an anomaly "you're not right but I got a job for mistakes like you" and Gwen tags along cause she wants to

ask you shall recieve!

P.S: cover made by meeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!

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Planet 2154

“Alright my little darlings, lets see how well you can handle the new world” a young and ambitious scientist to his mass collection of spiders. Rare and many nearly endangered species of spiders. The young man was given a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

He was given a mission to see how small creatures can adapt to the planet called pandora. See how they can develop and grow. His precious spiders are all he has of the damned world. To be given such an opportunity was something he simply could not pass. 

Too bad he was unfortunately in the middle of a war that took his life in pandora. Leaving behind his unfinished work. His spiders? All gone. Well, almost all of them. One survived. Thrived in the new world. 

“Junk, junk, junk here, junk there, what's that over there? Junk, what are we looking at? Junk, oh see that? JUNK!” maxed shouted the last part, clearly at his wits end of having to do more clearing out. He and other remaining humans were clearing out what was left of hellsgate. Looking for anything salvageable to reuse, fix, or make something out of. Anything else is considered junk which can be used as a burning fuel. 

It has been days and they have reached the last few sections. 

One of the rooms was opened and Norman walked in, instantly recognizing it was a specific lab. 

“Hey I remember this place” he says while looking at some old, dusty files. “Yeah, this belonged to that insect guy”. 

“The weirdo who had a thing for spiders?” Max asked. They remember the odd young man. Tasked with an interesting mission but to die in a fight he wanted nothing to be part of. 

“Yeah but he wasn't hurting anyone, just an oddball. Too bad he is gone” norm said as he observes the old spider cages. Many broken, some spiders are now old skeletons. It really saddened me. The young lad had a chance to revive dying species and now it is sad to know and see, spiders are now gone for good. Both on Earth and pandora. 

As they looked around and loud crash was hard. Norm quickly turned around to see Max moving away from a pile of now more broken cages. Norm sighs and gives his friend a disapproving look, “you are cleaning that up”. 

Max curses silently. 

However, unknowest to them, when the cages broke, one little creature of 8 legs crawled out. It was alive, and it was free. 

“Come on! Last one to get there is a shit head!” lo’ak shouts out as he makes a run towards a desired destination. Kiri, tuk and spider were running while giggling. The wind hitting their faces, fresh crisp air, the energy flowing through them Another fantastic day for another fantastic adventure.  

Spider did his best to catch up, he is human after all. Running at full speed to beat his best friend. Last time he lost, spider was forced to carry baskets either full of fruits or other heavy materials. No way was he going to do that again. 

So he tries to run as fast as he can before-

“YEAH!! I WIN AGAIN!” lo’ak cheers as they reach their destination. 

Spider pants heavily, catching his breath. Sitting down in a soft moss, letting his feet rest. 

“No fair! You had a head start!” tuk accuses her brother. 

“No I didnt, I just reacted faster than all of you” lo’ak defended himself. 

Spider chuckled to himself, laying down enjoying the breeze. 

“Sleeping already monkey boy?” kiri teases as she bends down, smiling at him. Using her tail to tickle his side. 

“Hey! Can't help but enjoy the sky, you know. Pretty good stuff” spider says. 

Kiri rolls her eyes and goes off to do something else nearby. 

It was good for a few minutes until a sharp piercing pain was felt on his shoulder. 

“OW!” he shrieks. Quickly slamming whatever was causing the pain. 

Kiri heard him and was quick to be at his side. 

“Hey, you ok?” she asks concerningly. 

“Something bit me. Damn I felt that” spider grunts as he rubs off the pain. Looking around for the biter. 

“What is that…?” kiri asks, pointing at a small little creature. Dead by spider’s brute force. 

“I dont know, never seen anything like it” spider replies. Grabbing a small leave near a plant, he carefully wraps it around the dead thing. 

“Gonna show it to norm later, maybe he might know what it is?” spider suggests. 

“What if it was poisonous?” tuk asks. 

Kiri quickly inspects the spot, “its a bit red, might be swollen from the bite. If you feel anything funny, we head straight back to base” 

Spider nods in agreement. Though it was such a tiny thing, highly doubtful it can affect him in any weird way. 

After a long day of running and doing other stuff, spider returned to the base feeling well exhausted. Its nice to use all that pent up energy in good exercising ways. Though spider wishes he had enough energy and strength like the na’vi, who are capable of more stuff. 

But that is merely wishfull thinking. 

After his shower, spider inspects the area where the weird thing bit him. 

The redness is gone and so far nothing has happened in his body. 

“Should I tell them…” Spider asks himself, he still has the little creature. 

“Maybe not, was probably harmless” spider shrugs it off and heads off to bed. Already thinking of tomorrow’s adventure. Tuk said she found a good spot to fish, they all plan to head there. Maybe go for a swim. Who knows. 

So spider closes his eyes, and lets sleep take over.

Earth 1610

“Ok the black laces go on that one….so what shoe do you go to?” Miles Morales asks to the simple red single shoe lace. 

He was in the midst of reorganizing his closet, only to make a bigger mess and find lost and uneven pairs of everything. Like the laces that goes on his shoes. He paired them all with their rightful shoe place, but found one single red shoe lace. Other red laces were already in his shoes. And no other shoes are missing. 

“Yeah I'm gonna deal with it later” he mutters as he shoves the lace in his pocket. 

“MIJO!! Your friend is here!” his mother calls out to him. 

“COMING!!” he shouts back. 

Quickly shoving the last remaining stuff into his closet to make it seem he did finish cleaning. While shoving whatever else is needed in his backpack. Checking one last time that he has everything, he rushes out to the kitchen. 

“Mnn!! This is so good Misses Morales” gwen stacy happily compliments. Rio smiles proudly as she feeds this young skinny girl. 

“There is more where that came from” Rio says as she readies a plate for the girl. 

“Sorry ma, but we gotta go” miles intervenes as he starts to shove gwen towards the door. Rio slightly frowned. 

“Mijo, you didnt even eat breakfast, at least take a bit” she pleads. 

“Yeah miles? Come on, it would be a bit rude to just leave, don't you think? I like to be honest "Gwen sides with rio. Checking the time, mile sighs in defeat. 

“Ok, ok, just a bit”

1 and 35 minutes later 

“I cannot take another bite….” gwen huffs at she pats her stomach, 

“Me neither…” Miles agrees. 

Suddenly, at the same time their watches rang at the same time. Miles clicks on his faster. A hologram of lyla appeared. 

“You two better come up with a good excuse for being so late. A heads up, Miguel is already extra mad. Good luck!” was all she said before ending the call. Miles and Gwen shared a look of horror. 

“Hey ma? Can we take some more for the road?”

Spider HQ 

“Haven't seen the big man so red before” Hobie was the first person miles and Gwen saw when arriving at HQ. Smirking while fist bumps the two. Miles released a nervous laughter while Gwen just looked like a nervous wreck. 

“We tried to leave on time but you see my ma, she made food and we couldn't leave, by the way you want some?” Miles offered the tupperware to hobie who gladly accepted the free food. 

“Let me guess, you brought some as a peace offering to the big man? That didn't work out well the first time, "Hobie reminded miles. 

“Yeah but it's gonna work this time. Gwen tried it out and she liked it!” 

“It might work” Gwen gave her response. Though secretly she wishes she had more to take home. It was so good. 

Lyla appeared again in the watches, “great you two are here. Miguel is still waiting for you guys, try to be on his good side” and disperses once again. 

“When does he have a good side?” miles questions. 

Hobie gave him a pat on the back, “I leave you to it. Let me know if anything good comes out of it” and leave them to go into the lion's cave. 

As dark as it can ever be, Miles and Gwen enter Miguel's office [cave?] where he stood there menacingly while staring at some holographic charts. 

“About damn time you two show up. Do you have any idea how much time was wasted waiting on you two? I better hear a good excuse from your mouths or else it is toon dimensions for a week! Miguel shouts, his eyes bright red and claws out just ready to slick anything to relieve a growing headache caused by the two unruly teens in his eyes. 

Miles quickly takes out a tupperware, “my mom made dinner and she insisted we ate before we left. You know how latin mothers are. Anyways, she made Ajiaco with croquetas on the side. It's very good” he says rather quickly. Gwen nodded to confirm. 

Miguel shoots out his web to grab the tupperware, opens it try a bit. 

“Fine, excuse accepted” 

Miles and Gwen took a long sigh of relief. 

“Anyways, what is the mission for us today?” Miles asks. Ready to start his work. 

“Lyla, show them” Miguel says as he continues to eat. 

Lyla appears before the teens, “when you have a mission in Earth V98, a variation of you is about to have a canon event within 3 days time. Your job is to make sure it happens with no interruption” 

“Alright, easy enough,” gwen shrugs. 

“Miles, you have a special case on your hands” lyla turns to miles. 

“Alright, feeling good about this” he grins. 

“Couple hours ago we received a signal that a dimension with no known records or even a name, that a canon event happened” 

Lyla pulls up some one hologram file with many blanked out parts. On the top where the name of the Earth is, it was glitching. 

“Something 2154??” miles read. 

“Shouldn't it say Earth 2154?” gwen asks. 

“That's the interesting part” lyla smirks as she expands the file. 

“Miguel thinks that a canon event happened on a completely different planet. One that is not an earth variation. This has never happened before. Already this is under the ‘anomaly case’ and it needs to be investigated immediately” 

“Oh, it seems interesting. Though, why me?” Miles asks as he turns to miguel. 

“You are an anomaly yourself. A mistake, and so is this new planet already in the system, I believe its a perfect job for you "Miguel responds as he finishes the food. 

“Wow, thanks” Miles replies with a deadpan expression. 

“Your welcome, now, you are to leave as soon as possible. Prepare whatever and often report to me. We don't know what kind of planet that is or the new spider person” miguel informs. 

“Cool, give me an hour and I'm off” Miles shrugs. 

“Hey im going with you” gwen touches his shoulders, smiles for a new adventure. 

“I don't think so girl, you have your own mission remember?” lyla reminds her. 

“You said in three days. We can finish this before that canon event. Besides, it does seem much and I think he could you a little help” 

“Fine, just hurry up and leave” Miguel sways his hand, wanting them gone already. Gwen and Miles do so happily as they start to pack their needed equipment. 

“Another spider man anomaly, kinda excited for this” Miles says as he walks with a slight bounce. 

Gwen shakes her head a bit, “we do have to be careful, this is on a whole unknown planet. Not an earth. I think we need some more back up” she suggests. Miles quickly waves his hand. 

“No no, I wanna prove I got this. That we got this, alright? C’mon, I'm sure this new spider person might be going through the same thing as we all did” 

Gwen raises an eyebrow, “and that is….?”

Cold sweat, stick hands and feet, very loud thoughts, heart racing like a loud drum, anxiety and fear building up. 

Spider was standing upside down from the ceiling of his room. How did he even get up there? He woke up feeling very odd, feeling like he might have a cold or something. But no, this is much worse. His hands felt so sticky, clinging onto his clothes and walls like some tough clue. This can't be puberty, he already went through that a long while ago. So what is this? Spider was sure he didn't eat anything bad that could affect this. 

“Ok…ok….one step at a time” spider whispers to himself as he slowly takes his time to walk down from the ceiling. 

He needs to get out at some point, Norm or max will start to worry and might get into his room. Maybe visit mo'at to see if she can help him. So quickly he gets dressed with just his loincloth and other items, he does it so fast that he makes a run for it towards the exit of the lab. 

“Spider wait!!” he hears norm shout. 

“I WILL EAT AT THE VILLAGE!!” spider shouts back as he makes it out. Still running and not stopping until he reaches the edge of the village, catching his breath. Rubbing his rose and under his eyes to wipe off the tiny beads of sweat. 

Wait, his nose? 

Touching his face spider immediately realized something. 

He isnt wearing his mask, and he is breathing in the air. He is breathing pandorian air! 

Just what is exactly going on? 

Woa…..” miles and gwen say in unison. 

They arrived at the unknown dimension, landing in what appears to be a post-apocalyptic place. Tall buildings covered in trees, plants, metals now rustic, vines covering what used to look like roads. 

“They sure this isn't an Earth variation…? Cause….kinda looks like Earth….did a zombie breakout happen?” miles questions as he observes everything. 

“I never see plants like these in any Earth variation…” gwen replies as she bends down to observe a very odd yet beautiful flower. 

“Signal is kinda weak. Gonna be tricky to report to miguel or lyla calling in” miles says as he taps on his watch. 

Standing up, gwen goes back to miles, “we better lie low. We better not catch any attention if there are humans or other life forms” 

Nodding, miles and gwen put on their masks and hoods. Shooting out their webs they start to swing away. Taking in the whole sight of whatever the area was. 

“Kinda reminds me of that one game I play, ‘The Few of Us’. Its like a zombie based game but man those zombies were terrifying! They made this weird noise that makes you want to-” 

“MILES HIDE!!” Gwen shouts. 

Miles turns to see a very large, terrifying winged creature coming straight at him. 

Quickly he swings the other way, trying to get out of that things view. 

“WHAT IS THAT THING!?” he shouts. Going zig zag at the tall buildings. Gwen shoots her webs at the wings but it was flying too fast, the wind was making it worse. It weighs like a ton  against her chest. Making her web rip. 

The creature roared out. Making sharp turns and following miles really closely behind. He makes a high flip and lands on top of a dome like building, quickly turning himself invisible. The creature landed right beside him, roaring out in anger. 

Miles stood still, trying to calm his breathing. 

The creature leaned down to look around in detail. This gave a close up of the creature. It had 4 eyes, two on each side, its skin was mixed of blues and black. Having very large wings with razor claws. Its sharp teeth, sharper than any creature miles has seen. Truly terrifying. 

After moments, the thing gave up and flew away. 

Miles released his breath, falling down on his knees. That was so close. 

“MILES!” gwen lands in front of him, checking for any injures on her friend. 

“Just what the hell was that?!” she asks. 

“Hell if I know…but lyla was right……this aint earth. No earth of any type would have a thing like that in their world..” miles says in between panting breathes. 

“So…where are we…?” gwen asks. 

“This is so groooooooooooss!!” 

Spider felt disgusted shivers all over his body. 

He just wanted fruit, ok? He was reaching for a good banana fruit but it was too high. He wanted it really badly, so in a thrust of his arm, something came out. It was white but also transparent, and very sticky. 

It came out of his wrist. 

“What the hell is this?!” spider asks himself. 

He kept shooting more of the sticky stuff around trees and plants. The more he did it, the more gross and disgusted it was. 

He can't show this to his friends. What will they think of this? Norm and Max will want to check it out no doubt, though they might give him answers. Them being the nerdy and curious scientists they are, will want to experiment. That is something spider does not want. 

No, this is something spider has to figure out on his own. 

Could this be a gift from Eywa? Has she blessed him with something? Breathing the air without the mask is amazing, but did not expect to come with more stuff. 

Kiri might help but spider is scared she will be freaked out. 

So spider keeps on shooting, practicing his angles while figuring out just what to make of this new found ability. No na’vi has this. Not even the dreamwalkers. Maybe this is something only spider has? He isn't sure. 

“Only one way to find out” spider says to himself as he begins to cover the area with the weird stuff.

“Ok, I think we can agree we are on an alien planet,” Miles says. 

“So alien” Gwen says while having a traumatized look in her eyes. 

Miles wandered around the large forest area. Having seen creatures that can only come out of the minds of  mad people. Large beasts, creepy looking insects, plants they have never seen before. This is more weird than anything they have ever encountered. 

“How the hell are we even going to find a spider person around here?” miles ask while climbing over a big tree root. 

“Is the spider person even human….” gwen whispers. 

“Are those webs…?” 

Gwen catches up to miles to see what he is seeing. 

There in front of them were large spider webs, plants and the ground covered in it. 

“We are getting close…” 

Before anymore can be said, their legs were lifted up high in the ground, making them hang upside down. More webs were wrapping them together, back to back. 

“Woa woa woa! Hey!! We arent gonna hurt you!!” Gwen shouts. 

“Mask! Mask!” Miles tried to take his off but his hands were tied. 

“Who are you?” a voice was heard. A figure landed before them. 

Gwen and miles looked to see who it was. A tall muscular young man with dreads and wearing nothing but a loin cloth was standing before them. The stood stared silently. Their spider senses were going wild again, telling them that the person in front of them was the other spider variant. 

“Who are you!?” the person asks again. 

“I-im miles! This is my friend Gwen, "Miles replies quickly. 

“Why do you look like that?” the stranger points at their faces. 

“These are our masks! We didn't want to re-” 

Without saying much, the stranger took off their masks. Revealing their real faces. 

“....you can breathe without the oxygen masks?” the stranger asks. 

“What?” Gwen and Miles ask at the same time. 

“No, look, this is gonna sound weird but we came to look for the spider variant. Im guess that is you” trying to get on to the main subject, miles chooses his words carefully. 

“We came from another world looking for you. Can you please let us go?” he pleads. 

The stranger crosses his arms, not impressed. 

“Why should I trust you?” he asks. 

“We can do the same thing, look” miles shoots webs near the strangers feet, gwen doing the same. 

“See? We have the same ability” 

“Well, almost all the same” gwen adds. 

“Can you let us go? We came just for you” miles says. 

“Ok clearly we started off on the wrong foot. How about a redo, yeah?” Miles suggests as he rubs his wrists from being freed. The stranger agrees. 

“Alright, for starters, what is your name?” he asks. 

“Spider,” the stranger replies. Miles shook his head. 

“No, like your real name. Im miles” 

“Miles,” Spider says. 

“Yeah see? So, your name?” miles goes on. 

“Miles” the stranger replies. This kinda irked miles. 

“No, your real name” he pushes. 

“Miles” the stranger says as if the was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Boy are you a parrot? I said your re-” 

“Miles, I think that is his real name” Gwen intervenes. Miles looks at her, then at the new guy. 

“Your name is….miles?” he asks. 

“That's what i'm saying” the stranger says while raising his shoulders a bit. 

“You have a nickname or something?” Gwen asks. 

“Spider” the stranger replies. 

“Yeah that's not helping….” 

“I'm told I am also a ‘half Latino’...?” the stranger says. 

“That's worse” miles says while rubbing his forehead. 

“Miles, I think he is a variation of you” Gwen teases. This seemed to horrify him. 

“NO-”

Spider was a bit conflicted. He hasn't seen these people anywhere, telling him they are from different dimensions? Is that even possible? On top of that, they know exactly what is going on with him? This day really is stranger all over. 

“Ok….um…spider, can you tell us where we are exactly?” the blonde girl, gwen was her name, asked. 

“You came here, shouldn't you know?” spider asks back. 

“We should but this is not earth, so it's not so easily readable and no records are kept. If you can tell us, we can write down what you know "Gwen reasons. 

“No” spider said. 

This came as a surprise to Miles and gwen. 

“What? Why?” Miles asks, not liking the answer they were given. 

“You are humans, how can I trust you that you won't use the information for terrible things? This place and the people have been through enough” spider was getting slightly angry at the moment. Despite being similar age, spider can't risk trusting these strangers. Eywa forbid they do something terrible. 

“We promise, we just need enough so it can be put in our records files. It is where we store all information of all dimensions and the different earths there are. Your world is a special case spider. And so are you "Gwen tries to make peace and she can tell tensions will rise soon. 

“Special?” spider repeats. 

“Yes, special, like us. You went through what is called a canon event. A very important moment where all spider people go through” miles adds. 

“You're losing me, what the hell is a canon event? Spider person?” Spider couldn't process what they were telling him. Is any of it true or just utter bullshit? 

“Maybe we should try another method,” Miles suggested. Nodding, Gwen and miles show their watches to him. 

“I am Miles Morales, and I come from Earth 1610, where I am….”

It was so much to process, so many things to absorb. Spider man? Dimensions? Spider HQ? Canon events? Spider felt his head was going to explode. That was so much to process. On top of that, now he is part of this whole spiderverse? 

“So…..what now?” spider asks. 

“What now? Now you are the hero of this world, man” miles nudges spider’s shoulders. 

But spider shakes his head, “no, I can't be a hero. I'm only seen as a burden to everybody. They already have a hero in this world, and that is not me. I probably will mess up this whole thing” 

Gwen and Miles share a look, seeing spider this insecure touches a very familiar feeling to them both. Hearing these same words and understanding. They have been there. 

“No one is a burden spider, whoever says that, well screw them alright? If this world has a hero as you said, who said they can only have one? If anything, two is better” miles says, trying to uplift spider. 

“It's not that easy” 

Gwen leans a bit more, “its a big change. Trust me, it just happens. Waking up, feeling weird, not feeling like yourself. Finding out you can do things no one else can. It is a hard thing to accept, hell, we are still kids. But it is something that does happen. Sadly not a choice we can pick. But we are chosen for a reason. You were chosen for a reason” 

Spider looks down at the ground. Can he even be worthy of such power? Can he handle all the problems and situations that can occur? 

“Best part though, you are not alone. Yeah you might be the only spiderman in your world but not in the universe. Here, with this, you can contact us” miles puts a high tech watch on spider’s wrist. 

“I thought I was alone in this, thankfully I'm not. I have Gwen, and other friends. You have us too” 

“There is a saying that we spider people follow,” gwen smirks. 

“With great power comes great responsibility” she and miles say in unison. 

 Spider chuckles at that, responsibility. Oh he knows that very well. 

“Hey, about how about we make a little deal?” miles offered. 

“We help you with the basics on controlling your new powers, and you give us a detour of this place. Sounds good?” 

“Sure” 

Miles and Gwen were in such awe of this place. Pandora as spider said, was so astounding, something straight out of an alien movie! Well, it is an alien planet. 

The creatures were so beautiful yet terrifying. Spider explained the creature that chased them is called an ikran. Majestic things. Yeh nightmare fuel. Actually, that is almost all of the creatures in pandora. Beautiful yet scary looking. For miles though, he took a lot of pictures so that he can draw them later. 

“Let me take you to the village! But we gotta hide so they won't see you” spider says as he happily shoots his webs and swings from tree to tree. He has gotten better in how to shoot his webs, still can't get over how freaky it is. But amazing nonetheless. He can do so much more now with his new found abilities. 

Following his moves, Gwen and miles land on a giant tree and begin to crawl around. Spider was really silent, making sure to hide in the shadows. Gesturing them to come closer, spider pushes some branches aside so they can see. 

“This is the Omatikiaya village, its where my friends live and I come to visit” he says. 

“Oh my god….” 

Moving around were large, tall blue people! They have tails, 4 fingers, all wearing simple clothing and everyone was doing something. 

“Woa….” was all could come out of Miles' mouth. 

“They are called na’vi. Very peaceful and amazing” spider says, enjoying his new friend's reactions. 

Gwen was carefully recording it all. 

“Spider, this is incredible. I cant believe what I'm seeing” gwen whispered, surprised she can form words with how speechless she is. 

“Can we go down there?” miles ask. 

“Spider scratches his head, “I wish I can say yes but the people arent so keen on meeting new humans. They tolerate me and a few others because we aid them and the chief is close friends with the other humans” 

“What about the other humans?” gwen asks. 

“Also not a good idea. They too are effy about meeting new people, they get suspicious very faster” spider replies. 

“Why…?” 

“Its a long, long long story” 

Spider showed more until it was time for miles and gwen to go back to HQ. But not before doing something special for spider. 

“Every spiderman has their symbol, their identity. They may all seem similar but everyone has their own twist to it” miles says as he is careful with the blue paint. 

“We cant wait to see you again, and this time with more friends for you to meet” gwen adds as she paints spider’s back. 

Hearing all of this made spider really happy. While he hasn't seen the HQ, he looks forward to seeing other people like him one day. 

“I get the feeling you might get along with our good friend Pav, he is super funny but loves tea” Miles chuckles a bit as he finishes up. He puts his hand in his pocket to grab his phone but felt something else instead. Pulling it out, it was his red shoelace! 

“I completely forgot about you” 

Spider turns to see miles holding out a red tiny rope. 

“You had it this whole time?” gwen asks. 

“Yeah, I was cleaning my room and found it. Couldn't find any shoe missing this” 

Miles looks at the shoe lace and at spider. His dreads are really long, while he isn't one to advice a haircut, perhaps an alternative. 

“Here, let me try something” was all he said before gathering spider’s dreads. 

“Hey, what are you doing??” spider says while trying to shove miles away. 

“Hold still! Let me tie it!” 

After a few short seconds, miles backs away. 

“There we go, now the spider is in full view and your dreads won't get in the way when swinging” 

Spider touches the red lace tied around his dreads, it was like a weird low poney tail. Though miles was right, he can swing without the worry of his dreads hitting his face. 

“Thanks…” he said 

“Hey, dont think this will be the last time we see eachother. We will come back, I promise” miles fist bumps spider as gwen opens a portal. 

“You better…” spider pulls both miles and gwen for a tight hug. 

“Thanks…for everything” he whispers. 

Gwen and miles hug him back. 

“Next time, Imma bring some of my moms food, you are gonna love it” 

“I look forward to it” 

Pulling away, gwen and miles wave one last time before entering the portal as it disappears. Spider smiles in happiness of this new path that he welcomes.

Spider’s pov 

Alright everyone, lets do this! 

My name is Spider Miles Socorro. Or just spider for short. I was born on my awesome home planet, Pandora. Panet 2154 in the files. I was bitten by a weird mutant spider. Woke up feeling weird and all of a sudden I have powers! It is super cool and fun. Now I can do so many things. I can be as free than I ever was. Even better, I can protect my home. Fight alongside my friends and the people who raised me. 

Now I may be new to this whole spider thing, and I am learning as I go, but I know I will use this newfound ability to its full potential. 

So, until the next issue, this is spider the blue monkey! Out! 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH~!! I like how it turned out!! Both in story and my cover! I hope you all liked it cause I out it all in this one! Hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! See ya!

[icycoldninja]

Can you write the DMC boys with the reader having a date night by flying around the city with their devil trigger forms?

Just got inspiration from the scene in Across the Spiderverse where Miles and Gwen swing around the city catching up with each other : https://youtu.be/PPHxyyubleg?si=up2SBl2bQNFrqkfm

Maybe they got bored then the reader decide “Hey why don’t we fly around the city at night?” but the boys just laughed, stating that she can’t fly ( that is before knowing she can devil trigger and she is a devil herself ) so she’s like….

Reader: Bet you didn’t know I can do this *cue jumping off the roof of the shop*

They obviously panic as they try to look down from upon, hoping she does not flat out die just to find out she’s standing stick to the wall of the building while in her Devil Trigger

Reader: You wanna come with me, handsome?

And that lead to a whole date night scenario and them perching on the side of a building, hanging upside down talking about each other’s commotion, what’s been weighing them down recently and overall heartfelt conversations to vent their feelings out

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P/S: If u don’t mind, the Reader’s devil trigger is similar to Sirene from Devilman because I can’t get enough of her design

Ok, here you go!

Sparda boys + V x Reader DT!Date headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-You and Dante were just hanging out in the city, walking around, seeing the sights and climbing on old buildings for no particular reason.

-It was fun, for a time, but you guys got bored pretty soon, and as you sat around wondering what you should do, an idea popped into your head.

-"Let's fly around for a while," You told him; Dante simply laughed. "You can't fly," He replied, still chuckling. "You're no devil."

-Snickering, you decided to prove him wrong by diving off the building you guys were sitting atop, laughing and whooping wildly.

-Dante was beyond surprised to see you do something so recklessly, and thinking you expected him to catch you, Triggered immediately and looked over the edge, thinking it might already be too late.

-Thank God, you were alright, hovering just a few inches away from the side of the building. Giggling, you held out your hand, which he took, his fears now evaporating.

-You guys flew around the city for a while, joking, teasing, playfully fighting and laughing the entire time. 10/10, he would do it again.

■ Vergil ■

-You and Vergil were just walking around, wandering the rock countryside aimlessly.

-Then you had the bright idea to suddenly launch yourself off of one of the nearby cliffs, a huge grin on your face the entire time.

-Vergil mentally panicked and Triggered immediately, wondering just what the hell would possess you to do such a thing.

-To his surprise, you were perfectly fine! You'd Triggered and were now flying around in circles, whooping and laughing. You caught sight of him staring at you like you were a ghost and brightly offered your hand out to him. "Come on, handsome!"

-Vergil took a minute to let his heart rate go back down, then let out a little half cough half chuckle. "Alright then." He mumbled, Triggering as well and hurrying to join you.

-You guys flew around for a bit before settling on an even higher cliff to talk, venting out your stress to one another and generally chatting about your lives.

-It was a rare moment of peace that Vergil rarely gets to experience with you. He wishes he could spend more nights like these with you.

□ Nero □

-You and Nero were goofing around in the city, playing a game of high stakes tag where you leaped from building to building.

-It was upon one of thse buildings where you began to grow rather bored, so you decided to spice up life by throwing yourself off the roof.

-Nero wasn't sure what the saw was real for a minute, thinking he just imagined that. A second or two passed before he realized that you really had done that--you did just jump off a building, presumably to your death.

-Nero's pseudo devil trigger activated immediately, and he rocketed after you, only to find you alive and well, floating around, waiting for him, it seemed.

-He was overwhelmed with this new information, discovering his girlfriend was a demon was truly jarring, so was learning she could fly.

-Of course he had to go with you once you offered your hand to him, because come on, who wouldn't?

-You and Nero had the time of your lives flying around and chatting amongst yourselves. It was an experience like no other, one Nero wishes to repeat sometime.

● V ●

-You and V happened to be sitting together atop a tall precipice, not really doing much of anything.

-You were in the middle of wondering what you should do, when an idea hit you. You would reveal the truth about yourself right now.

-Without a word, you tossed yourself off the cliff, presumably falling to your death. V let out a tiny little squeak of fear upon seeing you do this, and immediately had Griffon fly him out to see what became of you.

-Thankfully, you were alive, just flying around, waiting for him to join you. This was extremely frightening for V; he didn't expect to discover his girlfriend was a winged demon today, but here he was.

-Ah well, appearances don't matter to V, (Griffon begs to differ) so he readily joined you.

-You guys had a lot of fun soaring through the skies together and would have readily spent the whole night doing that, but Griffon got tired, forcing you guys to find a place to land.

-There, you guys chatted about your lives, kissed, hugged, cuddled, and watched the stars like the lovebirds you were. How adorable.

[weebsinstash]

I keep thinking about Reader getting sick of YT's shit, physically fighting them (Totally, totally not projecting my own feelings at YT into that, whatcha talkin about? <<') and that being what leads to Miguel kicking them out of the Spider Society. Like, for the sake of this we'll say Reader made plans to meet up with the core group and properly set things straight- They've got a powerpoint ready, they've been running through a hypothetical dialogue tree all morning, they even got crayons too if someone's really not getting it. But most importantly, they've managed to scrape together proof of everything. So they rock up ready to plead their case, only to find YT already there doing the 'same'. YT somehow found out about this little meeting and decided to see if they could spin it in their' favour. At first Reader tries to explain what's really happening and that if they just look at the receipts they'd see that they're wrong, but the core group's just not having it. Peter's not having it, Gwen, Pav, fuck even Hobie, and Miguel's certainly not entertaining this anymore. They've had enough of 'their' lies and it's time they went home. At first Reader's devastated, weakly trying to tell them that they have no where to go back to, that they have no home that isn't here. But YT can't help but open their big fuckin mouth- low-key taunting them without giving anything away to the rest of the group- but YT and Reader know exactly what they're talking about. In that moment, something boils over in Reader. They can't stop themself from throwing the fattest punch at YT, and If this meeting started small it certainly won't be for long as Reader and YT's fight takes them all over. Hell, even spilling out into the rest of Nueva York. I'll spare you the rest of my ideas cause this is already getting long- But it certainly won't look good for Reader, now would it? :)c

That's the TRUE antagonist of the You vs YouTwo saga: making through this entire thing without absolutely beating the shit out of your doppelganger

It's all set up so perfectly. YT knows you're basically at your absolute breaking point and all but goads you into attacking them. YouTwo is standing there seeming like such the innocent little victim, having convinced all your closest friends that you're a fake, and you just absolutely explode

"I'll fucking kill you, you stupid fucking CUNT!!"

Punch them? They're lucky if that's all they get! The punch is essentially just to knock them down before you start trying to smack their head into the floor or straight up literally actually strangle them, and here come "your friends" to YouTwo's rescue. Pavitr's fighting style used to be a lot more cool to you before you got a solid gold bracelet cracking into the side of your head. You used to wish you could ask Gwen to teach you to be a little more graceful at gymnastics until she kicks right off of your face. You never realized how serious Hobie was when he told you he doesn't pull his punches until you're literally hitting a wall so hard it cracks underneath you because his guitar just slammed into your stomach. You never fully put two and two together on how Miguel's claws could CUT.

YouTwo may have gotten a little scuffed up but here you are, black eyes, busted lip, more than just a couple sprains and outright fractures as all of the people you considered your family, your FAMILY look at you with disgust. And suddenly you realize, with the biggest fucking pit in your stomach, that they just plan to open a portal to YouTwo's dimension and simply throw you through, completely unaware that you'll just slowly suffer and die after one of them swiped your watch during the scuffle. You'll have nothing to hold yourself together and tether you down, you'll just deteoriate and die and the thought fucking terrifies you. So you do the only thing you can think of, and you start absolutely running for your life for the Go Home Machine, because you either make it to that machine and prove you're the Real You, or you'll slowly suffer and die in another universe

The scene where Gwen gets sent home really does make the Go Home Machine look menacing. The way it can grab your arms and legs and drags you through the air kicking and screaming, holding you down at all costs, entrapping you in a bubble. You're just standing on the edge of the control deck with the gap and the machine behind you, still bleeding from wounds, and you're half wondering if Miguel is just going to kill you as he looks down at you with the coldest expression you've ever seen him make as he all but spits at you, "since you want to be the center of attention so bad, fine. Go home. Don't ever come back"

And you're being dragged back, left standing there on that platform feeling the most rage and sorrow and betrayal you've ever felt, you didn't even feel this fucking bad when your entire universe just suddenly poofed away, and all these people you thought of as your friends and family and coworkers are standing around, jeering at you, telling you you're not welcome there, some of them with your blood still on their hands.

The moment you're waiting for finally comes, the moment where the Go Home Machine finally goes to scan you, to throw you out like some anomaly, and it stops. It stops powering up as Spider Byte looks at the monitor in horror. Miguel is all but fuming as he storms over, "what are you doing?! Get them OUT OF HERE" and he freezes when he sees the same exact message Margo sees: 'NO DIMENSIONAL MATCH FOUND'.

Your vindication is finally here and you're so hurt by all of this that it honestly doesn't even matter. At this point you don't give a single fuck YouTwo stole your friends, because, they aren't your friends any more. You don't know any of these people like you thought you did, and apparently, they never really knew you either. They all get to stand there and feel bad for themselves as you stand there with your bruises and broken heart, starting to wonder where you're going to move now that you hate all of them and living in the Society is kind of traumatic now. They all try apologizing and talking to you, but you won't hear it. You're apathetic to it all, if not angered by it. NOW they want to be sorry?

They're trying to apologize, explain themselves, hug you, but you aren't having any of it. You've just got quiet tears streaming down your cheeks as you all but stumble your way back to your apartment, refusing medical treatment, refusing conversation, shutting the front door on all of them and finally crawling into your bed as a little voice inside of you says that you should hide yourself under the covers and never come back out

[real-total-drama-takes]

mod courtney can u rank courtney ships? (Including rarepairs)

I did a while ago, but I’d happily do it again! I’m not sure how much my opinions have changed.

Courtney/Duncan - 10/10 I talked about this in my Duncan ship ranking. I love duncney. certified classic to me. They’re my Roman Empire. Courtney’s allowed to be unhinged with Duncan, and he’d never admit it, but he loves her for it. Their build-up feels so genuine. Ugh, I just. I’m going to die a duncney fan. Free me from this hell.

Courtney/Scott - 9/10 honestly I really like scottney but I think the main detriment is that it didn’t get enough time to develop. It easily could’ve been on par with duncney if only they got more TIME. Courtney’s crush on him felt like she genuinely liked him for HIM. Scott is a little evil and a little gross, but that’s okay. She likes that, actually. I think they could bring out the best in each other (like Duncney), but Scott is much less unashamed of his desire to be bossed around. He’s so unashamed that he’s smitten of her and completely lacks Duncan’s ego. It works really well for me.

Courtney/Gwen - 10/10 absolutely a yuri classic. I gotta say, Courtney and Gwen did have real chemistry in all stars. I get that gwourtney is kind of overblown in the fandom, but it really does work. Every time Courtney and gwen are friends, i think it feels like a REAL friendship. The way they banter, the way they gossip, etc. it feels very genuine. I really do love it. In another universe, I think gwourtney could be endgame. There is nothing heterosexual about the way they interact in all stars. Courtney is so sweet and kind to Gwen, and we rarely see her like that. I really do love gwourtney.

Courtney/Bridgette - 8/10 I LOVE BRIDGNEY. Bridgette might be courtney’s only real friend by the end of the series. I think Bridgette loves and cares for courtney despite all her faults, and that makes for a pretty good ship. I also think brigette could work as a foil for courtney— bridgette is kind and forgiving, which is something courtney lacks. And then bridgette sometimes struggles to stand up for herself, which courtney is VERY good at doing, lol. There’s so much potential here. More bridgney content please.

Courtney/Heather - 10/10 this might actually be my favorite courtney ship. I know I said that about duncney, and as far as nostalgia is concerned, yeah, I’m a duncney fan first. But heathney has really grown on me over the years. While bridgney involves courtney and bridgette learning and growing with each other, heathney is exactly the opposite. They’re both evil. But always correct. And that’s fine.

Courtney/Alejandro - 9/10 another sleeper hit for me. I think I do prefer aleheather as far as Alejandro ships are concerned, but i think he and courtney could really work. The end of TDWT was basically heather using Alejandro the way Alejandro used Courtney. There’s a really interesting dynamic there. Total Drama Cruise Control also won me over with this one. Even though they weren’t endgame, the relationship between alecourtney was SO. *chefs kiss*

Courtney/Jo - 10/10 TDCC what more do I need to say

I’ll do more if you guys send me them! I’m not aware of most crack ships, but I’m sure I could form an opinion of them lol

[maliland]

HEAVEN 'N HELL - OPHELIA

if i die, please, let them find me.

angel(s): gwen stacy & fem reader includes: angst, flashbacks, & themes of depression chapter synopsis: you wasted away the summer ignoring your feelings, gwen unable to escape hers. wc: 4.5k

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heaven 'n hell m.list

august 2023

you felt as though you were melting into your mattress as you lay in your bed on your stomach idly. soon enough, you would be nothing but a puddle of liquid that your sheets and your covers were forcefully drenched in. you had tried so incredibly hard not to mull over the loss of your ex-girlfriend, and for some time, you didn’t do so at all. 

for the first few weeks of the summer, you dismissed the aching feeling in your chest entirely and feigned stability, carrying out your habitual summertime regimen. you went on nightly strolls when the moon was shining a little too bright for you to fall under. when it wasn’t too hot out, you’d venture to the lake and journal thoughts that didn’t involve her. it was therapeutic the way your pen glided across the sheets of paper with ease, and you found solace in the green grass beneath your fingers, coupled with the way the sun kissed your delicate skin. you dove even deeper into the artistry of baking, discovering new recipes and modifying older ones. your method seemed to be working efficiently, because by the end of each and every day, you were far too worn out to give anything else so little as half of a thought.

no matter what, you refused to confront your feelings. what you didn’t yet realize was that pretending like your feelings didn’t exist wasn’t going to stop them from eating you from the inside out whether you liked it or not.

that’s exactly what they did. your efforts had essentially gone to waste. 

one night, something in you just snapped. you could only ignore the tugs at your heartstrings until they turned into painful yanks. you couldn’t stand to bury your hurt anymore, so you dug it up. the oppressive ache of losing both of your best friends in such a short time period plagued your being from then on. you felt dead.

being locked away in your bedroom made you lose track of time. days turned into weeks and weeks turned into the entire summer. you had unfortunately succumbed to the desolation and the seclusion that your body had been begging to enervate you with, and the gelidity that had been nipping at your soul had overpowered your suffocating routine and broken you.

were just there and residing inside of you, the only escape being the tears that spilled from your eyes not intermittently, but only when you let yourself think about gwen too much in one day.

you didn't grieve how you should've. you’d willingly let sorrow consume you. it was who you were now.

summer break was coming to a close. the first day of your senior year was just a week away from the night jules came over to check in on you. she did these checks because your parents were usually on business trips, giving you the freedom to rot in bed without anyone’s knowledge. 

jules came sometime in the evening. she found you snuggled in your bed, blankets layered on top of your exhausted figure. your tv was playing a movie, but you weren’t paying attention, nor did you know what movie was on. you were facing the wall, staring blankly. you’d been doing so for some time. it’s not like it was on purpose.

“hey girl, i brought you some chinese food,” jules announced with a soft sigh. 

you heard a plastic bag crinkling in unison with jules’ footsteps. she set the plastic bag down on the surface of your desk, knowing you’d get up and eat when you were hungry. she briefly inspected your room and picked up a few items that she noticed were out of place. earlier on in the summer, you’d fallen into the habit of having an untidy room. you quickly fixed that when you realized it only made you feel worse about yourself, so now, your room was almost always spotless.

jules said, “you changed your curtains.”

“i did,” you confirmed monotonously. your old curtains were white, embroidered with baby blue floral designs. the new ones you had put up were light pink blackout curtains.

“they’re cute.” “thanks. and thanks for the food.”

you thought jules was simply making sure you were still breathing, dropping off food, and leaving, because that’s how these things usually went. instead, she sat near the foot of your bed, the cushiony mattress slowly shifting under her. it urged you to roll over and sit up, a puzzled expression painted on your face as you stared at jules.

“school’s about to re-open,” she reminded you.

“i’m very aware,” you nodded, releasing an exasperated sigh. 

she nodded slowly, squinting her eyes at you slightly. “right, so… have you packed? done any school shopping?”

“no…” you shook your head.

“you do know when your orientation is, right?”

you tapped your chin repeatedly for a few moments as if the answer was stored in a file deep inside your brain, and you needed to retrieve it before offering up a response “…yeah, no.” 

“it’s tomorrow!” jules exclaimed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

you flopped back down onto your mattress, clearly uninterested. “i can just skip this one. they talk about the same shit every time. it’s really not worth it.”

“it’s mandatory,” jules added. like it would change your mind.

“mandatory, my ass,” you rolled your eyes, yanking your blanket back over you. “how do you even know about this?”

“someone’s gotta keep up. you won’t. i know you better.” 

you didn’t give her a reply, in lieu turning over on your back so you could fix your eyes on the ceiling.

jules exhaled your name, her eyebrows now furrowed in concern. “i’m leaving in two days to go back to houston. i won’t be able to check in like this anymore…” she laid down next to you, joining you in your staring contest with the overhead of your bedroom. “i need you to start taking better care of yourself. no more staying inside twenty-four-seven. you’re gonna go on walks and–”

“walks?” you cut in with a scoff. "seriously?”

“you used to love walks!”

“i liked going on them with gwen.”

you grimaced deeply as soon as you said her name. it left a bad taste in your mouth, but it was true. back when you were dating, you and gwen would regularly go on late-night walks together when sleep wouldn’t have either of you. it was something you two had been doing ever since you were kids, so it stuck with you when you got into a relationship, and even after you called it quits.

“look,” jules began. “i know you miss her, but this breakup is seriously becoming an obstacle. if you keep up like this, you’re gonna ruin your future. all i ask is that you make an effort–”

you planted the palms of your hands on the mattress and used them to arise from your spot, speaking over your cousin in a rather accusatory manner, “you think i’m not making an effort?” 

“you didn’t let me finish,” jules replied, her expression hardening. “all i ask is that you make an effort to try and do some of the things you used to. don’t rush things. that didn’t go well last time.”

you looked down at your lap, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. you felt embarrassed at how defensive you got. you knew jules was right anyhow. she was only trying to help.

“you’ve worked so hard, from the moment you got into that school. it can’t be for nothing. don’t let it be.” 

you pressed your lips together and a puff of air shot out through your nose. jules was right–again. it was your senior year. you just needed to push through those ten months, no matter how harrowing they felt.

“i haven’t even finished packing,” you mumbled. the fact that you didn’t condemn the idea elicited a smile of hope on your older cousin’s face.

jules hopped off the bed, pulling on either of your arms so you were sitting up. “so we’ll pack. don’t worry, girl. you’re gonna have a great year, okay?”

you nodded, though you didn’t believe that in the slightest. “okay.”

you couldn’t subdue the doubt that you’d never be able to seal the deep puncture in your soul. maybe this was one of those wounds that time couldn’t heal.

the next day arrived faster than you wanted it to. you were pining for the familiar comfort of your bed, eager to escape senior orientation. you were sitting in a fold-up chair, your bottom growing numb from the hard, rough plastic. it’d been a prolonged thirty minutes of various staff explaining things such as college, scholarships, test scores, clubs, sports, community service, and dorms. you weren’t mentally present for the vast majority of it, rather exhausting your social media apps or contemplating ideas that weren’t relevant in the slightest.

out of curiosity, your eyes scanned the room for familiar faces. you weren’t met with anyone you recognized, but forgettable faces that would star as background characters in your future dreams.

you left a little bit before orientation officially concluded to get a head start on unpacking your suitcase. jules was already in your dorm, awaiting your arrival so she could help you unpack since she knew you’d been putting it off.

on your way to student housing, you passed by one of the larger gyms. you were greeted with a familiar warmth in your chest, then it tightened when you remembered. you halted immediately and took a few steps backward to peek inside. it was the gym you attended your first and only prom in—the prom peter died at.

it was like his soul and his energy still resided within–like he was haunting it. 

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december 2022

you and gwen strolled into the faintly lit and thoroughly decorated gym alongside each other. the cooler lighting cast a gentle hue of purple over the both of you. the white spotlights whirling around the gym heavily illuminated the area as opposed to the ones that weren’t as harsh. a crescent moon hung gracefully from the ceiling above the stage on the other side of the gym, alternating between tinges of blue, pink, and purple. dangling from the ceiling and decorating the walls were strings of silver stars, exuding the illusion of a starry night.  

you liked your outfit. you had on a short, sparkly, fitted black dress with thin spaghetti straps. you wore black stockings over your legs and black heels on your feet. your earrings were simple but cute: sparkly moon studs. a silver necklace with a shiny star pendant hung around your neck, resting in between your two collarbones. the girl beside you wore a black, grunge leather jacket, with various pins decorating the collar over her pink high-low skirted dress. to accessorize, she wore a dark-colored choker around her neck, two pearl necklaces, and identical pearl earrings that matched the neckpieces. black belts decorated her hips, hanging loosely. she had told you she was going for a nineties kind of look and you thought she totally nailed it.

both you and the blonde wore matching pink rose corsages around your wrists. peter was going to have the other piece pinned to the jacket of his suit. since none of you had dates, you decided to go together as friends. you had yet to spot him though.

you and gwen walked further into the gym, wrapping up the conversation you’d been having on the way in. gwen’s bandmates all waved at you and gwen from one of the drink tables and you two waved back.

“you excited to play?” you asked gwen, gesturing to the instruments that were already set up on the stage. mj had pulled a few strings, and now her band was going to play near the end of the dance.

“excited, yeah. also a little nervous,” she admitted.

“don’t be, you’ll do great,” you slung your arm around her shoulders, flashing her a toothy grin. your eyes wandered the gym, searching for the last piece to your trio, but you couldn’t find him.

“hey, where’s peter?” gwen asked you.

“i was wondering the same…” you took your arm back and squinted into the distance, standing on your tip-toes and trying to see over the heads of other students. “i thought he was catching a ride with harry, but he should be here by now.”

“i don’t see harry either,” gwen groaned. “jesus christ, i hope they didn’t bail.”

you shook your head. “peter wouldn’t do that.” “yeah, you’re right,” gwen shook her head. “let’s split up. i’ll text you if i find him.” “cool, me too.”

you weaved through the crowds of people, muttering small “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” as needed. despite your efforts, your eyes never came to land on the familiar lanky brunette with glasses. you turned on your heel, beginning to make your way to the opposite side of the gym. at the same time, you checked your phone. no text from gwen. you shoved your cell back in your purse and made your way to one of the drink tables, grabbing a can of your favorite soda and popping it open. your eyes continued to sweep the crowds in the gym as you leaned on the table, your quiet sigh drowned out by the loud music reverberating throughout the gym.

“lookin’ good,” a sonorous voice suddenly said from behind you, disconnecting you from your thoughts. 

your eyebrows lowered before you had even processed who the voice belonged to. you craned your neck to the left to see none other than ned leeds smirking at you, him and his stupid blonde mohawk. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, then close them before exhaling.

ned continued, “way too good to hang with that nerd and his girlfriend.”

“excuse you,” gwen’s voice scoffed before you could rebut, leaving you confused as to where she even came from. “peter is not my boyfriend.”

“and your compliment was ass!” you added, the blonde’s fingers simultaneously wrapping around your free wrist.

ned looked like he was itching to fire back at you, but gwen was already pulling you away by your arm, her grip firm. she led you to an area that was less populated.

“g, i’d like to keep my circulation,” you said to her once you both had stopped, wiggling your arm around. “right, sorry,” she chuckled awkwardly, letting go of your wrist and clearing her throat. “i didn’t find peter.”

you rubbed your wrist and breathed out, “neither did i. didn’t see harry either.” “i did. he was with some girl, and told me that peter was going to find another way here.”

your eyebrows raised. “peter said that?”

“according to harry, yeah,” gwen pressed her lips together, folding her arms anxiously. “and may told me peter’s not home.”

“shit…” you muttered.

gwen’s eyes suddenly narrowed and her neck snapped so she was facing the opposite side of the gym. mere seconds later, the wall fell apart, screams erupting as debris fogged up the air around you. you pulled gwen towards one of the exits as what appeared to be an oversized green lizard stormed further into the gym, the impact shaking the ground and sending you straight for the floor. gwen caught you, helping you gain balance again before you both sprinted out of the gym.

“i gotta go! get out of here!" gwen directed.

“what?!” you yelled, having barely heard your best friend over all the chaos in the background. 

“trust me!"

she took off, disappearing into the debris as more and more students rushed out. what was she thinking? you were left conflicted. in the moment, you didn't trust her at all. how could you? as much as you wanted to go in there and talk some sense into her, you’d be a fool to run into that gym after her.

“gwen!”

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june 2023

“gwen!”

two gentle taps to gwen’s shoulder pulled her out of her head. 

“yo, death leopard,” a voice called out. “something wrong?”

gwen turned around to see her bandmate, mj standing behind her, arms folded over her chest. she looked half irritated and half annoyed. gwen cleared her throat, a shade of red sneaking up under her pale, freckled cheeks. she swallowed thickly and only then did it click that she was still at band practice, not prom.

she then spoke, “no, everything’s good.”

“cool, so could you maybe start playing the drums on three?”

“huh?” gwen glanced down at the drum set below her in confusion, then back at her friends.

“we counted off three different times, but your head was in space, star girl,” glory explained.

“could you even hear us?” betty inquired, a worrisome frown etched on her face.

not at all.

gwen had been deep in thought, the world surrounding her now irrelevant as the tragedy that transpired at prom replayed in her head like a broken record. the fatal blow gwen delivered to the lizard followed by the discovery that it was peter all along was stuck on loop. she didn’t mean to kill him—spider-woman never kills anyone. that’s not what the media and the press thought though, and sure as hell not what gwen’s father, the police chief thought, either. 

gwen recalled desperately throwing rocks and rubble off of her best friend, holding his face in her hands as her body went numb. his hair was shaggy and coated with dust from the foundation of the broken wall. his eyes were half-lidded, his brown irises appearing to have had the life sucked out of them.

“i just wanted to be special… like you, gwen.”  he had said. gwen didn’t know what he meant. she didn't think there was anything special about her. she felt like the most useless person on the planet, especially in that moment.

her job was twenty times harder now. for the rest of her life, she’d have to fight off supervillains while the cops were hot on her trail. for the rest of her life, she’d have to live with the guilt that she took her best friend’s life. she’d have to listen to her father complain about how spider-woman ruins lives. how she ruined may’s life, and his life–and hers. given the way gwen’s life was going, she wouldn’t argue him on it. she lost peter and she lost you. ever since, she felt as though she was living on autopilot, far too busy to have any time to grieve properly. to feel.

gwen couldn't talk to anyone. there wasn’t a single person she could confide in–except for you. the only issue was gwen didn’t just break up with you, she had severed you two’s connection entirely, giving you the impression that she wanted nothing to do with you.

gwen was unsure how to respond to the questions that still hung in the air, so she only stared further, her eyes darting between betty and glory, who both awaited her answer.

mj sighed. “are you sure you’re okay? it’s okay if you’re not, we all have our days.”

“yeah, i’m good. i just spaced out,” gwen insisted, though the girl before her was extremely unconvinced.

mj walked back to her mic, ripping it from the stand and unplugging the wire. “let’s just end early today. i think we all deserve a break, yeah?”

betty and glory nodded in unison. gwen stared at her lap in pure defeat. this was the second band practice that ended earlier than scheduled that week because her mind was somewhere else. she eventually packed up her drum set and migrated off stage to the second row of seats in the seating area. once betty and glory were gone, mj joined gwen, sitting in a seat to the left of her.

“look, we have a festival to play at in three weeks. that’s really not a lot of time,” mj furrowed her eyebrows. “but i’m more worried about you. what’s really going on?”

gwen never was one to open up. even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. she couldn’t tell anyone about the double life she took on, so nobody would ever be able to even begin to understand the grief that came with peter’s passing. you still tried. even though you were mourning peter too, you still managed to bring gwen’s walls down and held her hand gently, assuring her that what happened wasn't her fault. teaching her that she wasn’t a burden for feeling, because feeling was what made her human. it wasn’t a surprise that gwen built those walls again right after your breakup.

gwen couldn’t even give the redhead a proper response before two honks blared from outside, but they both know she would’ve dismissed it anyway. 

“that’s probably my dad,” gwen muttered, grabbing her tote back and slowly rising up from the chair. she pulled the tote over her shoulder and began to walk away, but she stopped and looked over her shoulder. “i’ll be better next rehearsal. promise.”

mj watched with worried eyes as gwen left. gwen held her breath until she was behind those double doors. 

mj knew there was something gwen wasn’t telling her.

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april 2023

it was a cool friday evening. the refreshing spring air that the month of april so kindly delivered blew against your soft skin. the sunset looked heavenly that day. the sky dyed with warmer colors as opposed to the usual blue, the contrast in the differing tinctures painting the clouds a salmony pink. you were walking to your girlfriend’s apartment with the intention of spending the night. you two had planned in advance, so it had been the only thing one your mind just about that entire week. even though you’d had an argument a couple of days prior, you wouldn’t say it was detrimental to your relationship.

that was until you arrived at her apartment.

it may sound fucked up, but the truth was that after peter’s death, when you found out that gwen was spider-woman, you didn’t think anything else could possibly come between you two, since the secrecy that came with gwen being a superhero had always been where your doubts had stemmed, though you didn’t know it at the time.

when you learned of gwen’s alter ego, you also learned to empathize with her. you understood if she missed a few movie nights. you didn’t snap at her if she left you high and dry at restaurants where you were supposed to be having dates at. you didn’t mind having to go on a couple of nightly strolls alone, and you didn’t get angry when she’d show up at your window with injuries, because none of it was out of the blue or suspicious anymore.

in retrospect, you hadn’t realized how chaotic your relationship was. you were far too busy being caught up in the highest highs to really stop and think about it. the lows practically descended as low as the bottom of an ocean floor, where no land was in sight from the surface of the water, and the memory of the highs was the only thing that helped you stay afloat.

albeit you and gwen hadn’t had a low in a while, your most recent argument had to do with her tendency to distance herself when she gets stressed or when things got difficult. you thought you two had worked through it, enforcing healthy communication like you agreed to. at the end of it all, the issue was resolved (temporarily, anyway.) you thought that meant progress. 

oh, how wrong you were.

you arrived at her complex and knocked on the door, pressing your lips together as you waited. a couple of seconds later, you heard the lock twist and the door opened. gwen was in one of her hoodies and black sweats, the back of her hair bunched into a pink claw clip while a few of the front pieces hung loosely. she looked disheveled, to say the least. tired.

“hey,” you spoke first.

gwen cleared her throat. “hi.”

you squinted at her as she maneuvered around the open door, shutting it behind her and clearing her throat. you stared at her in confusion while she stared at you in what you could only make out to be woe.

“is everything okay? can i come in?”

gwen opened her mouth to speak but then hesitated. her left thumb was making back-and-forth motions on her right one, an unspoken tell that she was stressed or nervous.

“gwen, i’m talking to you.”

she shook her head. “i know. sorry.”

“is something going on?” you reiterated.

“yeah, i forgot to call you,” she said, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“about?”

she exhaled. “we can’t do the sleepover today.”

your face morphed into one of confusion. “why not?”

there weren’t any villains terrorizing the city, otherwise you wouldn’t even be face to face with gwen. you hadn’t hung out with her one on one in about two weeks, so she’d had plenty of space and time to herself.

“i think i need some time to think about a few things,” she told you, her voice low.

you froze. you were at loss for words entirely. 

“okay… um…” your voice trailed off, searching through your scattered brain for something to respond with.

“you didn’t do anything, i promise,” gwen clarified as she hugged her arms, tugging at the fabric of her hoodie. “it’s me.”

“you wanna talk about it?” you offered.

“no,” gwen replied quicker and harsher than she meant to, causing your eyes to widen. “sorry—no. i just need some time to myself,” she corrected herself, her tone softer. “for a little longer than a while.”

“oh,” you retorted. “yeah, no, i understand.”

“thanks,” she coerced a smile, but it was weak.

you nodded and both of you stood in silence for a few moments before gwen turned on her heel, retreating back to the warmth of her apartment and leaving you alone on the other side of the door. she didn’t offer to walk you back home, or even hug you. you sighed in disappointment and began to walk back the way you came. you were heavily conflicted. apart from the fact that she had basically just told you she needed space indefinitely, all you could think about was how your interaction with gwen had felt stale, or unnatural. something felt different, although you couldn’t put your finger on it. gwen was without a doubt distancing herself again, you knew that, but it wasn’t the same as all the other times. there was some kind of uncertainty to it.

your thoughts were so loud.

was that a breakup? no. it couldn’t have been. she just said she needed space—but why from me?

your head was already pounding and it got worse the more you thought about the possibility, so you opted to let it go. just for a little while. you told yourself, it isn’t a breakup it’s just a break. 

that’s all it is.

©maliland

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[thompsborn]

i wish that i was homeward bound

chapter 17 - do the things that i'm afraid to do

It feels kind of like whiplash.

That’s the only way that Peter can think of to explain the past few weeks. Not because they’ve been insanely eventful—at least, not by his standards of eventful—but because it feels like the energy is drastically shifting on an hour-by-hour basis. Maybe it’s just the inside of his head that’s constantly whipping around at break-neck speeds. At this point, he’s used to shit being up in the air, but still. This is some uncharted territory.

The most familiar thing is the guilt. He’s been familiar with the taste of it on the back of his tongue for as long as he can remember, often wonders how he isn’t choking on it every time he breathes, but it’s been particularly bitter recently. Every time Gwen talks about his investigation, every time Harley mentions Spider-Man—every time he’s reminded of the fact that they’re involved, that he’s failed at keeping them out of it, that there’s no way to go back and make it so that things were different.

Most of all, every time he admits to himself that he’s kind of relieved.

(“I don’t like this,” he told her.

Gwen didn’t even blink, shuffling through the pages of her notebook with a restless energy. “I know,” she said. “But I don’t like letting you deal with it alone. We already had our drama over this, Pete, and I’m not backing down, so either we fight about it, or we work together. Either way, there’s no way in hell that I’m staying out of this.”

Peter felt off-kilter as he looked at her. His mouth felt warm with the memory of Harley kissing him not even an hour before, and his head felt unclear as he tried to think of the right thing to say that would get her back out of the investigation entirely. The best he could come up with was a flimsy and fumbled, “It’s not safe, Gwen.”

“No fucking shit,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. “I’m not an idiot. I know this isn’t safe, but it’s better to put our heads together. It’s smarter. We’ll figure it out faster like this.”

There were a few options that popped up in his head—details of how many people Marcus Lyman has killed, the fact that there’s at least one more mob boss guy that they don’t even know the name of, just how big these armies are—but something in his chest had settled, and instead he found himself licking his lower lip and telling her, “Harley knows. About the, uh—the investigation.”

She looked up at him, pausing mid page flip, and smiled, something warm and teasing. “Is that what you talked about after I called?”

“Uh, no.” Peter thought about telling her about what they actually talked about—about how Harley likes him, about how they kissed—but it didn’t feel like the right time for that. “But he knows, so he can help, too.”

For a moment, she didn’t move, only blinking at him—once, twice, three times. Then, sounding hopeful, she asked, “Does that mean you’re actually going to let us help? Without fighting us on it or telling us that it’s too dangerous all the time?”

That bitterness had crawled up his throat, threatening to block his airway and let him suffer, but he thought about Harley being there for him so much since finding out about Spidey, and he thought about how his day-to-day felt easier knowing that he wasn’t entirely alone the way he was before. Part of him was terrified and wanted to shrivel up and die at the mere thought of allowing the people he cares about to keep being involved, but another part of him was weak in the knees at the idea of not carrying the weight of it by himself anymore.

Gwen watched him, quiet and patient as he opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, the different parts himself battling it out, until—

“Yeah,” he told her, a gust of sound being carried on a heavy exhale as he gave up the fight within himself. “It scares me, but... I don’t think I can keep doing this alone.”)

[localwebslingers]

@inhcursed asked: "trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would."

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Peter would be well within his right to slam the door in Harry's face, or call the police, anything but hear him out. It would be reasonable, it would feel justified, after everything that had happened. After Harry had gone out of his way to take Gwen and drag her into the middle of a fight she had no reason to be part of, that ended up getting her killed. After sending a list of powered and enhanced villians, ranging from actively criminal to jaded scientists, in Peter's direction to try and beat him down for good.

After Harry had tried and so very clearly wanting him dead, just because Peter had tried to keep him safe from something terrible...

The day that Harry Osborn got out of Ravencroft, either released or escaped, was something that haunted Peter. Waking nightmares that let him spiral into his own head wondering who would be hurt or killed next because of him. Driving him into keeping himself as isolated from others as possible, with only May left in his life to keep him anything close to grounded. In other ones consuming his dreams. To fill them with that same laugh and malicious, snarling grin he'd witnessed the last time they were together. All accompanied with the echos of crashing metal, explosions, and clock chimes that would cling to him until the day he really did finally die himself.

This? Harry coming to him to ask him for help once again? That wasn't even at the very bottom of the list of reasons why Peter might see his best friend- ...his former best friend, again. It felt like a sick joke from the universe, some poorly disguised plan to try and trick him in the end. A mockery of what had happened before eveything had gone so horribly wrong in the first place.

...and yet that was exactly why Peter was hesitating in the doorway, because Harry was also right. If there was anyone else, anyone in the entire city, that he could go to for help, for anything, he would. Peter should not be on that list of options. Not anymore, and yet if he was being told the truth, that's exactly where his name was. On the list. It was a sick joke, it was insane to believe. It twisted something in his chest that Peter actively tried to pretend wasn't there, even on his worst days. When he hated himself more than anything.

It also begged the question of just what the hell Harry needed help with so badly that he was willing to swallow all of that and come to see Peter.

He hadn't moved or responded for several seconds, which Peter would openly admit he felt entitled to while he debated what to do and tried to just remember to breathe. The door handle in his hand was also, probably, about to be torn off. Just from him trying to keep from cracking over the fact that he'd opened the front door to Harry Osborn. May wasn't home..that was possibly the only thing letting him even try to think rationally and calmly. Finally, he took two steps forward and closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes on Harry and somehow, finding his voice, "Alright, let's talk..."

Harry had come to him, at least possibly, for his help. Which meant he was desperate. Again. Even with five years and the death of Gwen Stacy between them, Peter couldn't bring himself to say no.

[hobiebrownbrowser]

🖤Chapter 4🖤. ⚠️ Angst. Lots of it.⚠️

Cheating Hobie Brown x Robotic Spider FEM reader

Summary: A spider has bit you, The spider slowly absorbing your life. In a last feeble attempt to survive you harbor your life in a heartless android body.

Time Tumble: You are now human.

Days turned into weeks, Weeks turned into months, Months turning into years. You weren't dead. You were everything but dead, A war machine at it's finest capability. You felt unstoppable, unfavorable, You cut everything in your pathway, having no time to dwell on something so "useless".

A new name scarred on your beautiful body. You flared in the sky like a Phoenix, not being a hero or a villain, not even a vigilante. You felt whole again. You were human, A human with a heart, A human with a soul.

You spent your whole life in hiding, Working on such a longing project, Calculating, stimulating your own mind until you made the perfect machine. The sacrifices you made were worth it, the kill of a flock more worth it than anyone else.

"He" was going to learn exactly what artificial intelligence could do. No one had to die, no one had to seize such preposterous acts. It was only him and you now, A human coming face to face with another human.

He looked relieved, your looked bestowed with grief. You felt lost every step you took, every clink of his boots ripping your senses apart. You were still adjusting to your old ways, having the same face you longed for again.

You couldn't stop staring at yourself. The wave emotions making something warm stroll down your cheeks. You were crying out real tears, The look of accomplishment after all the years you'd hid yourself in a sinkhole.

The plan was on the brink of starting, Miguel did say if you ever wanted to come back you could. So you did, taking the watch that sat on your counter top and preparing yourself, taking a deep breath before walking in as if you were known.

You were greeted with stares, your feet guiding you forward until you'd reached the main office. It was plain obvious no one recognized you. You didn't even recognize yourself. You weren't sure if it was common, but you were glad.

The eyes continued to peel at your skin as the room fell silent, The whispers of compliments and confusion filling the large society as word spread like wildfire.

"Y/N?"

You ignored a known voice, letting that name die with the other half of you as you make your way towards Miguel who'd greeted you with the same ounce of strength they'd seen him for. You'd agree with the start of his welcome back.

You were back, the word was undeniable now. You disappear for years and suddenly just show up just to be back in the Spider society. It felt refreshing, it felt good to be back, but you didn't fall into old ways, brushing the fact that "he" was still here.

He wasn't in your mind anyway, The mind transfer had deleted majority of your memories, Except for why all of this happened in the first place. You remembered everything but the grief, sorrow and dread that used to be with you.

Now it was time to make everything he'd made die a living hell for him. You acted normal, but cold. You just brushed him aside and went along with your day.

Over and over again you would ignore him, even calling his style over-exaggerating and a feeble act of difference to raise your confidence. You faked your beliefs in capitalism, Wanting to throw up once you said "The government would do the right thing."

The small chit chat wasn't needed, but you worked fine with his friends, Gwen, Miles and Pav you'd greeted with such love. You truly missed them, Of course they were weirded out on you suddenly being a full human being. That was a compliment on your behalf.

Your work was finished, you were the strongest you'd ever been. But for Hobie....

"You were ripping him apart with such undying coldness."

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Sweet Sweet. ANGST. Psst. I got something in store for the 5th chapter.