#spidergwen x peter parker

[navisakura]

Is anyone else pleasantly surprised at the sheer amount of black, latino and other poc!reader fics that have come out of the ATSV fandom? Like it’s normally so rare to find fanfics with a poc or a dark/brown skinned reader in mind but seeing so many different people integrate their culture and background into their work is genuinely heartwarming

[vrisrezis]

Comfort with atsv characters <3

Warnings?: reader is Latino/Latina, reader is a spider person, can you tell I wrote this at like 2 AM? (Spoilers for atsv). Is it obvious I don’t read the comics based off of hobie and pav? Also all the spiders are able to understand Spanish so ���🏾 reader is hinted to be bisexual in Peter B’s (they also cannot have children), reader isn’t gendered but in Jessica’s they certainly are not a male,

Gwen is quiet, but you allow it. Miguel didn’t tell you much of what happened in Gwen’s dimension, but it clearly bothered her, whatever it was. It was just one of those very nights where she was bothered about her situation. She didn’t ever talk about it, rather she just sat in silence for awhile and then you’d make her some tea in hopes of easing any nerves or pain. She felt bad crashing at your place all the time like this, so much so she tried bothering hobie every once in awhile so that her staying at your home wasn’t as constant. You tried to remind her that this is what partners do, they look out for eachother when they need it the most. Staying at eachothers places when one of them is pretty much homeless is included in that.

Honestly though? Selfishly she enjoyed it. Maybe it was because she simply enjoyed your company, or because you were sweet enough to let her share a bed with you and she got to watch you sleep. She got to see all your features up close in your most peaceful moments. But of course, she missed her home. She missed her dad. She missed when things didn’t suck. She missed Peter too.

You’re both on the roof of your house. She’s thinking about things, deeply. She thinks about her life, her place in the world, She almost starts to cry, but she’s still holding back, holding back as much as she possibly can right now. It’s the first time you see her like this, and you feel relieved. You’re relieved because you know she’s been going through so much, but has been trying so hard to keep it inside.

“Mi amor, por favor, no reprimas tus sentimientos. Está bien llorar, somos tú y yo.” you say, putting your hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Not wanting to be too intimate in case she became uncomfortable in such a state. But you don’t have to worry as she grabs the hand on her shoulder and intertwines your fingers.

She finally allows her tears to flow. More then flow, they stream down like a ocean of tears. In the midst of it, she hugs you and you hug her back. Pulling her into your chest and she can’t help but feel safe in your arms.

“I’m so sorry.” she says in between sobs

“Don’t be. Te Amo. I will always be here for you, yknow? No need to hold back for me.”

Miles puts his head on your shoulder. He’s quiet, and unsure what he should say next. But you don’t say anything, and you decide he should be the one to speak first. He wraps his arms around your middle, and you change positions so his cheek is smushed on your chest now, your arms wrap around his waist. You could fall asleep like this, but you’re determined to stay up until miles tells you what’s on his mind. Even if you already know, he should let it out and talk about it. He always ends up telling you what’s bothering him, he’s practically an open book. At least in your mind, though you do suppose he is good at keeping secrets from others. Not the point though, you were there when it all transpired. You know what he’s upset about.

“How are we gonna get home?” miles finally asks, confirming your suspicions. He truly had no idea what he was doing, and what either of you were going to do. You’re both stuck in the wrong dimension with no way to get home. “How am I gonna save my dad?” he wonders aloud. You’re not sure yourself, you opt for one of your hands reaching for his back and rubbing his back in a circular motion as a means to comfort him.

“I don’t know.” you admit, but you continue before he could say anything, “but what I do know, is that you can do anything. Even the impossible. Eres el hombre más increíble que conozco. You’ll figure it out.”

miles shakily sighs, “I don’t know.” he says, so unsure of himself. “You don’t have to.” you say, “give yourself a moment. Recollect yourself. Cry if you need. Te protegeré.”

He truly doesn’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done for him, continue to do for him. The support and love you’ve always given him, the advice you’ve given him, he knows there’s truly nobody quite like you.

There’s a moment of silence between you and hobie. While this wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence when the two of you just chilling out, this time felt very different. Instead of a rather calm and tired expression at this time of night he seemed so defeated, though that tiredness seemed more like exhaustion. And you come to the conclusion a canon event had to have happened for him to wear such a sad expression. It was only recently he had taken upon the role as spiderman in his dimension, or as everyone called him, spiderpunk. You know the whole spider thing is new to him, how stressful it can be to be on your own like this. You’ve been there too, and not that long ago. In your dimension you’ve only been a spider person for a couple months.

You stand up from your place on the couch, walking up to him. You want to feign surprise, not knowing what’s happening. But you know. And you know that he knows, as he always does. Spider people typically aren’t good at lying. “You know, dontcha.” he simple says, voice rather quiet for somebody like him. “Yeah.” you eventually say, “it happens to all of us.” you admit. “For Miguel it was his wife, his daughter. For Peter it was his uncle. For me it was my mother. This is just.. part of the course.” you say, as if it’s just something to shrug off. Hobie can’t help but feel sick to his stomach upon you doing that, cause it doesn’t feel like the you he knows. The you he knows wouldn’t stand for some… cycle, some faux destiny. It’s not like you to just give up and treat something like this as just… it.

But he’s too upset to press you about it, so he rests his forehead on your shoulder and no longer says any words. You wrap your arms around him in an embrace and he allows it. “I know you probably have a lot of questions.” you say, and he’s always taken aback at how you’re the only person he’s ever met that can read him like a book. Then again, spider people are not good liars.

“For now, what I’ll tell you is this.” you start, “you’re going to lose people. It’s going to happen if you continue this line of work. The hard lesson to learn about this job is that we can’t save everyone. At least, not alone.” you continue, “but together, we can.” you say, and upon these words he feels a bit more relieved that you hadn’t fallen down some algorithm. You haven’t given up nor are you falling in line with some dumbass rules Miguel has set up.

“I can’t exactly provide you the best advice.” you admit, “pero siempre estaré aquí apoyándote. Puedes contar con ello.” you say, and hobie smiles for the first time that day.

Pavitr has never been like this, but it’s to be expected. At least, in your mind.

He clutches you like a lifeline, and if it weren’t for your super amazing spider strength you think you’d be in a ton of pain right now with the way pav is holding onto you.

You’re not even the one that nearly died. Pav nearly lost his best friend, gayatri as well as her father who also seemed to mean a lot to him. You don’t know much about him and singhs relationship, but you know it’s rather complex. Pretty hard on Pav and his friendship with his daughter, assuming they have a romantic relationship or something along the line. But this very man seems to adore Spider-Man. So naturally, complicated. But didn’t change the fact he meant a lot to Pavitr. He almost lost him. He almost lost two important people in his life. And if he almost lost them, could he have lost you?

He tries to reason with himself, you’re strong and can handle yourself fine but what if…?

“¡Basta!” you say, and it’s the first time he’s ever heard you yell at him. Because of this it’s quick to snap him out of the daze he seemed to be in. He can’t help but let a few tears slip out. You put your hands on his cheeks, worry seeping through your eyes. “Odio cuando haces eso. No me va a pasar nada, cariño. Puedo protegerme así que no te atrevas a preocuparte por mí.”

You wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “Mi amor, we’re gonna be okay.”

Peter sighs, and from that moment you know somethings wrong. You’ve known this Peter in particular a long time, there’s something obviously weighing on him. It certainly helps you’ve gotten to know so many versions of him, so many peters and so many of them are horrible liars. He is no exception.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s MJ related, which tugs are your heartstrings a bit. But you understand him, he lost his love. His first love in fact, and he’s not willing to let her go. You understand. You remember your first love, Gwen. Just a pretty blonde in your science class, but you fell hard. And so did she. To her death, that is.

You sit next to him on the balcony, “wanna talk about it?” you offer, and he can’t help the sigh that escapes him. “I don’t know.” he admits, but as soon as he says that he feels himself leaning on you.

“Have you ever thought of becoming a parent?” he asks, and you can’t help but be surprised by his question.

Now it’s your turn to sigh. “Yeah, I suppose.” you shrug, “not that I’d be able to have one, but yeah.”

“Really?” he wonders, and you nod. “Both me and Gwen, at least in my dimension, were physically unable to have kids. The same went for me and my own Peter.” you shrug, “not that I was interested at the time though. It’s moreso a ‘what if I could’ situation.”

“I want a kid.” he admits.

“So did MJ, and she still wants a kid.”

You feel your heart sink for a moment, before deciding it was his time of need, not yours. You’re both far too old for shit like this. You’ll move on. Like you always do.

“I could give her what she wants.” he continues.

“But I don’t know if… I can? I guess?”

“What do you mean?” You inquire.

“It’s a lot of things. I mean, what if I’m a bad dad? What if I’m not there enough? And besides that point, even if I do go through with this, the kid would have to deal with having parents that aren’t even together.”

It takes a minute for you to process his words, especially the last part. “Wait… why wouldn’t you two be together?” he shrugs, “because she deserves better.” he says, but it doesn’t seem like the full truth. “And besides I wanna be with somebody else.”

He tries to be subtle with his next words, “they can’t have kids, so I think this is a next best option. At least, when I’m ready and they’re ready and we’ve been dating long enough where it wouldn’t be weird to ask.”

You can’t help but wonder if it’s you he’s talking about.

But for the time being, you ignore it and put an arm around his shoulder, “Pues deja de preocuparte. Serías un gran padre.”

he cracks a smile and thanks you.

Jessica is always well put together, it’s something you’ve always known about her. But there’s something off about her.

You think you know what’s up, but you know better than to think you know everything going on with Jess. She’s not exactly an open book, only is when she wants to be.

She kept a lot of her personal life away from you, as a means to protect you from that. Either that or she wanted her privacy, which you also understood.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to touch her stomach, admire it, the excitement of a new life was adorable in your eyes. But her relationship with her husband was something she never relayed to you, she never talked about him and if she ever did it was briefly. A part of you wondered if it was because she knew how you felt and wanted to spare you. A part of you hoped that was all it was, and that there was nothing else going on.

But you’d be wrong, as you often were.

She lets a few tears shed, and it’s the first time you’ve seen her cry.

“I don’t think I love him anymore.” she finally admits, and you have a feeling it’s the first time she’s admitted this to anyone, even herself.

“I don’t think I ever did.”

“I don’t even think I like men, period.”

And this puts you into a even bigger state of shock, woah.

“I think I just wanted a baby.” she continues, “and it didn’t matter who it was with as long as I got one.”

“I thought, it was because I loved him so much I wanted to start a family but…” she turns her head away from you, “I don’t think I ever felt a damn thing for him and I’m scared and I feel so guilty.”

All you can do is wrap a comforting arm around her,

“No pasa nada. Siempre estaré aquí Jessica, lo sabes. Podemos resolver las cosas juntos.”

she leans into you despite her mind telling her to pull away, don’t be soft, don’t give in.

But she does.

She gives in to her deepest desire.

She gives into you.

Miguel is never this clingy. Something is wrong, and you feel it. It’s not just his aura, it’s his body language. It’s the fact that his face is shoved into your stomach, desperate for you to not only not hear him at all, but not see him. You feel his sorrow, his shame, his guilt, his anguish. But most of all you feel his regret and his grief and you automatically know what’s wrong.

You run your fingers through his hair, something he normally hated but in times like these truly loved more than anything and it calmed him down so quickly. He still doesn’t know how you do it, honestly. You make him putty in his hands without even trying and honestly that terrified him. To be so weak, so soft, when it comes to you.

“Vamos, cariño.” you say, “let me see you.”

He’s not quick to comply, but he eventually does with enough head scratching. You sigh at how distraught he looks. You hate this, you really do. You hate seeing him upset, that one injury of yours could send him spiraling like this.

“No voy a morir tan fácilmente, sabes. Ten un poco de fe en mí, ¿quieres?”

“Lo sé.” he replies, shakily.

“I’m just scared of losing you too.”

You kiss the crown of his head, “I know. But trust me when I say a little injury is not going to kill me. I’ll be okay.” you try to reassure him.

He nods, but you have a feeling he doesn’t believe you.

Even after all these years, you don’t know how to help him.

[badgerwithagun]

There's something I realised about the spiderverse movies.

In the first one, only two of the variants brought to Miles's universe are other versions of Peter Parker (I don't know if Peter Porker counts). How would his DNA bring them there? Because it wasn't HIS DNA that brought them, it was the spiders. The thing that connects them all.

I don't think I've ever seen a Spiderman movie where the actual spider is important beyond just giving the guy powers. We didn't even get to meet Tom Holland's spider

Also here's a prompt about Miguel O'Hara getting angry at Y/N for doing multiverse stuff and then kissing them, I'm sorry for the lies, I'm starved for attention on her, one of my most liked posts isn't even that good, I DON'T CARE THAT NIGHTWINGS MIGHT HAVE FIRE SCALES, I AM SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS-

[green-ville]

Unravel

TW: Violence. G*nfire. G*n related de@th.

             Synopsis: Miguel O’Hara thought she was an anomaly. An accident. A mistake. That she shouldn’t exist. Really, it was his fault for opening up the other worlds of possibilities for her. It was his actions that showed her the multiverse. The endless possibilities at the turn of a watch.

           She may not have had the same story, but she was not Spiderman. She had said it since day one. Spiderman is dead, and his enemies now get her instead.

           She was Recluse. She would not let Spiderman’s death go unavenged.

 Chapter 1:

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             The city walked below. Hues of teal green and ochre blended together to illuminate the night life. The party goers, the party leavers, the quiet couples having dinner, the friend groups that met up once in a blue moon. The night shift rushing to work.

           The sky was clouded over. It was always dark now, even during the day. Surely that was a sign of the times.

           Down below, a hooded figure ran. A helpless victim screamed over a lost possession.

           Several blocks away, one drivers mistake led to a car pile-up. Ambulances blared towards the scene. Blue and red mixed in with the teal and ochre, sirens singing their cry.

           A different street. A gunshot rang out.

           Always something.

           The city had fallen, the residents succumbing to their intrusive thoughts.

           What if I killed this man? No one was going to stop me. Not with Kingpin ruling.

           As long as it’s not Kingpins bank, he won’t care if I rob this one.

           This old lady doesn’t have long to live anyway. I need the money more than her.

           There’s nothing left to live for. If I crash at this speed, I’ll have peace right away.

           That was the problem with intrusive thoughts. They were supposed to stay intrusive. When they became extrusive. . .

           A figure swept down from above.

           The hooded criminal running with stolen goods fell to the ground, ankles wrapped up in spider webs. He knocked himself out falling, his landing hard, his forehead smacking concrete.

           Pedestrians looked up and found no one.

           A different street.

           The pile up. Five cars. A figure landed on the top car with the sound of a gentle thud. Gas trickled from that car all the way down. The smell of it almost overpowered the stench of failure and crime. Not all the way.

           The figure crouched down and ripped off the car door, throwing it to the side. It skidded on the sidewalk, missing a pedestrian, but centimeters from cutting them with its sharp metal. The figure reached down, yanked a person out. With their left hand they flicked their wrist to a nearby building. A spiderweb shot out at the action and splattered on a building wall, and they connected the opposite end to the person, letting the web yank them away.

           They kicked the top car down, it rolled onto the concrete, crunching more and more on the journey. It settled as two more people were swinging to the sidelines, a spider web taking them to safety.

           Six people in total rescued, two children. Those were the living. The causer of the accident was dead. The first person to hit them was dead. They were set to the side, a safe distance away that when the gasoline that had already leaked hit the small engine fire and everything blew up, they weren’t harmed any further.

           The figure vanished with that ball of fire and the next time they landed it was in front of the figure that had shot the gun. The gunman didn’t wear a mask, didn’t conceal his identity by any means, and he certainly did not run in panic.

           No. His father would get him out of anything he did.

           When the figure dropped in front of him, he stopped.

           He grinned. “Busy night, Spiderman?”

           The figure raised a gun and shot him point black. His head knocked back first. His arms raising up as the momentum drove him back. He hit the ground with a thud, eyes shut.

           “Spiderman is dead,” the figure said. Deep voice. Emotionless. Flat. “You get me. As will your father, Richard Fisk.”

           The figure re-holstered the gun. A piece of paper appeared in their hand and they tossed it as they shot into the sky, web sweeping them away. The piece of paper floated back and forth, back and forth. . .it set gently on the dead man’s chest.

           It read: To Mr. Pin. Do I have your attention now?

 ~

           “That spider fiend finally disappears and crime rages. I’ll admit when I’m wrong, maybe the maniac did some good. But this lunatic?” James Jonah Jameson shouted at the camera. “Killing off Kingpin’s biggest allies and sending him into a rage? Killing off his son in the middle of a street, with a gun no less, like a common criminal? That’s what they are! They’re a criminal! A menace to society that doesn’t need any more menacing!”

           The figure stared at the large billboard that played the news. They stood on the edge of a building, close enough where a sane person would immediately lose their balance and fall. They were as still as the dead.

           The wind breezed past lightly, seeping around their uniform.

           Their uniform. Yes. It was what they called it. Others called it a costume. A mask to hide behind. They weren’t wrong with that one, it was a mask. She just wasn’t hiding.

           Her uniform bore the resemblance to Spiderman’s in design and detail, but the color was all black. Her cape was purple, the same shade and shape as the Prowlers cape. Almost the exact same thing. . .The mask was eerily similar to what the Vulture had worn. Smaller, no doubt. The differences subtle. . .but the resemblance was uncanny.

           Her arms spread out, a hug to the world. Her head raised to the dark sky, face hidden behind the stolen mask and stolen hooded cape. She tilted forward slowly, breaching the point where sane, healthy people began to spiral, windmill their arms, scream – she kicked off the last second, and the push was enough to have her diving away from the building.

           The wind soared past, blowing her hood back, but her mask remained in place. Revealing green eyes. Revealing black hair tightly braided back.

           A web shot out from her wrist, latching onto the part of the ceiling she kicked off from. It pulled on her and she was no longer going away from the building, but towards it again,

           Her reflection in the windows grew larger. She saw her target. The gunfire from the hired goons started. Her thumb pressed a concealed clicker and the windows blew as her distraction, a rain of glass blowing in and out.

           She detached from her web, soared through the fire and smoke and glass, and webs shot in every direction. Two men were yanked together, their collision would knock them out. One guard had their gun pulled away and someone else, in an attempt to shoot her, shot them instead. She shot the shooter back.

           One foot landed on the large desk of the man she sought. Her other foot slammed into the large man’s shoulder, shoving him back into the wall. It wasn’t a hard landing, she was perfectly still, entirely in control.

           She held a gun to his head.

           “If it isn’t the itsy bitsy spider.” The Kingpin greeted, staring at her, not the barrel to his forehead. “What can I do for you?”

           It was the confidence that she wasn’t going to shoot. That he could make her an offer so amazing that she put the gun away and fell under his service. It was cockiness that he could talk his way out of anything, or at least strike enough fear into them that they crumbled and he could flip the tables.

           That didn’t happen.

           The bang rang out and his mass tilted back. He hit the wall, there was a narrow splatter of crimson on the rich wooden walls.

           The gun tucked away into her chest holster, hidden beneath the stolen cape.

           “I’m taking over now,” she promised, “and I will wash away everything you did.”

 ~

           “Miguel.” The voice buzzed through the air, emitting from the watch he wore around his wrist.

           He unfolded his arms and the short hologram appeared, displaying one of their many Spiderman allies. If he remembered correctly, this one was on Earth 14-324 for assessment.

           “Report?”

           The man cleared his throat. “We have a situation, requesting back up.”

           “What’s the situation?”

           “Well, uh. . .the Spiderman of Earth 14-324 is dead. There’s someone in charge, and from what I know of, they’ve already killed Kingpin, Vulture, Venom, and Prowler. They’re ruling the city as Captain of the police force.”

           What?

           “What do you know about them?”

           “They’re new, only been around a few months. Spiderman died just before – “

           “How?”

           “Don’t know. There’s rumor he’s only missing, not dead, but I found the grave.”

           “And this is when this new person came about?”

           “Appears to be that way. The news reports start talking about them after they stop talking about Spiderman, and it’s all the same. Talking about who they’ve taken down. Three months back they became Police Captain.”

           “What do you know about them? Identity? Powers? We only deal with Spidermen.”

           “But, they are. I’ve seen them in action. Spiderwebs. Spideysense. The strength and agility. Only they don’t go by Spiderman, they go by Recluse.”

           Miguel rolled his eyes. “I’ll send in Gwen to get into the force and act as our inside man. Find out what you can about who they actually are, name, residence, family. We need to know it all.”

           “Yes sir.”

           The hologram shrunk into nonexistence and Miguel turned back to his monitors. His gaze narrowed.

           “Pull up Earth 14-432,” he ordered. “And show me the Recluse.”

           An image pulled up right away and the hairs on his arms raised at the newspaper image. He got his first good luck at the masked figure and he learned a lot right away.

           The Prowlers hood hid their identity, clouding them in darkness. What part of their face wasn’t shrouded was hid behind Vulture’s respirator. It was a close picture, like they had posed. Staring down the camera, wanting the world to know who they were.

           Miguel studied the screen, speaking as if someone was nearby. “Lyla, alert Gwen Stacey to rendezvous with Spiderman on Earth 14-432 for observation and report of the figure named Recluse. High priority.”

           A figure popped into existence on top the computer screen, phone in her hands. “You sound so official. You really need to learn to relax more.”

           “I’d relax more if I knew how this anomaly came to be, and how much of a threat they pose,” Miguel answered, raising his hand, palm to the screens, and beginning to swipe through the articles.

           And there were many articles.

[mwrmaidluvz]

꒰ who I will write for ꒱ ✿

ATSV

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Aged up! Miles Morales

Aged up! Earth 42 - Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O’hara

Aged up! Spider Punk / Hobie Brown

Aged up! Gwen Stacey / Spidergwen

Spidernoir

Aged up! Pavitr Prabhakar

❝ Genres I will write! ❝ 

Smut , Fluff, and Agnst

Hello! This is my first post <33 My name is zmya or y’all can call me zaza whateva. I’m guyanese and from honduras. I love ATSV - I’m new to tumblr so i feel like a boomer while writing this, because i don’t know how to work anything lmao, 💀 Anyway. I will not write underage smut. Any S3xual assaualt, kidnapping. And anything that is genuinely wrong or makes me uncomfortable. Bye my luvss, Btw these will only be x black reader, unless requested something different

[alloutofgoddesses]

can i ask what ur x reader tag list is? a bitch is struggling out here in the atsv tag

Absolutely I can share!

First things first, general rules for blocking ‘x reader’ tags for all fandoms

Block ‘x reader’ by itself. It helps SO MUCH

Block all main characters with ‘x reader’. (Ex. Miles Morales x reader)

Notice a popular side character? Block them too (Ex. Hobie Brown x reader)

BLOCK ALIASES!!! This one has gotten me multiple times in the past. (Ex. Spiderman 2099 x reader)

Not all ‘x reader’ fics are tagged ‘x reader’. It’s a good idea to cover all your bases by also blocking ‘x y/n’ ‘x you’ and especially in Spiderman fandoms ‘[name] imagine. (Ex. Peter Parker Imagine)

(I have yet to run into it yet w/ ATSV but when Eddie Munson gained popularity I had to block ‘Eddie Munson smut’ so. Keep it in mind.)

It’s a very tedious method but it works

My current blocked tags for ATSV under the cut that I will add to as needed

(ADD) across the spiderverse x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

gwen stacy x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

spiderwoman x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

spidergwen x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

hobie brown x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

(ADD) marvel x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

(ADD) marvel imagine

(ADD) marvel smut

miguel o’hara x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

miguel ohara x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

(ADD) Miguel o’hara x male reader

miles morales x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

(ADD) pavitr prabhakar x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

peter parker imagine

peter parker x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

peter b. parker x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

prowler miles x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

spiderman 2099 x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

spiderman x reader (‘x y/n’ ‘x you’)

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Hey you beautiful people!

Plsss upload submissions 🫶🏻💐

I want to write for youuu and whatever you have in mind or heart 🩷

I’ll write for:

•Marvel•

Characters:

•Peter Parker (1 & 3)

•Bucky Barnes (50’s and actual)

•Steve Rogers

•Loki Laufeyson

•Stephen Strange

•Tony Stark

•Clint Barton

•Bruce Banner

•Romanogers,Winterwidow, SpiderGwen, WandaVision.

~Harry Potter~

~Harry Potter

~Ron Weasley

~Fred/George Weasley

~James Potter

~Sirius Black

~Remus Lupin

~Cedric Diggory

-Others-

-Peeta Mellark

-Finnick Odair

-Steve Harrington

-Peter Kavinsky

-Conrad Fisher

*Celebrities*

*Tom Holland

*Austin Butler

*Chris Evans

*Sebastian Stan

*Andrew Garfield

*Tom Hiddleston

*Harry Styles

*Shawn Mendes

And bunch more I can’t think of 😭

PLEASEEE don’t ask for any lgbtq+ shipp or a female character x reader! and a villain (meaning Draco, Tom Riddle, Mysterio, Grindelwald, etc)

I gave you a lot of options so don’t make me write something I’m not comfortable because I’ll have to reject your submission :(

Love you all! Can’t wait for your submissions 🩷

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yes,I've seen you around here before

SpiderGwen! Reader x Tasm Peter. P  ☆Fem reader implied!☆

☆1,156 words☆

☆summary☆

After the events of sitsv  Y/N  has never felt more alone. she realized once she got home how little she left her house. when once again a portal (in a different color this time) opens while she is on patrol she happily runs through it expecting the friendly face of her dear friend miles (along with some pig dude) when she met with the many confused faces in the room she realizes this is going to be very different than what she was expecting... and shes here for it.

∘₊✧───────────────────────────────✧₊∘ A/N this is my third fic ever, since I wrote my first fic I've been writing non stop so here's one of the many drafts I've been hiding lol also yeah the title is a Starkid reference i didn't know what to name it lol

☆constructive criticism is appreciated!☆

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You had to admit it, you were a very boring person. other than practicing with your band, since peter died your life consisted of checking on aunt may, the graveyard, band,  work, and home. your bandmates always tried to hang out with you out of practice but since peter died you became closed off to the idea of friendship, you know to avoid the distraction. you were close to peter than anyone else. you eventually developed a stupidly strong crush on him, but he died before you could confess. when you met miles your life became lighter. like a shit ton of guilt and stress had been lifted off your shoulders just by hanging out with a bunch of strangers. when you got home you slowly returned to your sad cycle,  may, grave, band, work, and home.

it was a Saturday night.

it was colder than usual and you could hear Peter's voice in the back of your mind scolding you for being outside in weather like this in spandex but besides your better judgment, you stayed out in the below-freezing weather. you hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary, which is saying a lot because this is new york city, the land of the crazies and stuff. you were expecting a calm boring day as per usual. that was until you felt every hair on your body stand up. you jumped to your feet looking for the threat, and that was when you heard them. "Peter!, peter over here!!!" "Peter!!" you turned around and noticed at the end of the alleyway you were standing in was a yellow portal. it looked nothing like the one you had passed through last month but you didn't care. you instantly started jogging towards the portal filled with... teenagers? 

 entering the portal you were met with a living room filled with old beige-looking furniture, along with the confused looks of the two teens and two adult men. you noticed one of the spidermen looked an uncanny amount like your peter, and you felt a pain in your chest every time you met his eyes. "don't think that's peter..." said the chubby kid with wide eyes "no shit sherlock, since when did peter have boobs?!" "Hey, you don't know if I'm not peter! I could just have very round pecs!" you jokingly went along "who are you." the beautiful brown girl asked with a skeptical voice "I'm Y/N... I kid you not this is like the second time this year I've been in a different multiverse" "Y/n l/n?!" both peters asked at the same time "yeah?" you took off your hood and pulled off your mask, revealing your face. "how is this even possible?!" peter 3 said rushing to you and hugging you, as did peter 2. you felt the same lightness you felt when you met miles. "I asked for peter parker, not some random lady in a spiderman cosplay". "I'm sorry, who the hell are you guys??" you motioned to the two teens and the granny in the corner of the room. " I'm MJ, this is ned" you couldn't help but notice the stares you were getting from the two spidermen. "you look just like him..." you said as you brought up a hand to cup peter 3s face as he melted into your touch. Peter felt like he was dreaming. if he was he never wanted to wake up. when peter lost you he stopped going out as spiderman. it was too painful to him, everything was a reminder and he couldn't bear to wear the same suit he wore when he held your dead body. "is that my jacket?" 

"Sorry to break this up but do we still have to find my boyfriend!" "Sorry, sorry, Your right," ned said as he continued to bring the right peter through the portal. "is there anywhere your peter likes to go to cool off?" peter 2 tried to help

 When the portal did open you gasped. you knew what had happened the second peter one looked through the portal with rage-filled eyes, tears streaming down his face. Someone had died. when peter lost his uncle ben he became bitter and rageful. the only reason he didn't get shot trying to take avenge his uncle was you because there to hold him as he cried. like how you were there to hold him in your arms as he died. "I'm going to kill him." peter said as he clung to MJ. "listen kid, I understand what your going through, but you don't want that kind of blood on your hands... especially since you are so young" you sympathized, "you don't know what it's like please don't say you understand what I'm going through!" Peter said, the words coming out of his mouth sounding harsher than he intended. You glanced at the other peters and continued, "I... I lost my Peter. When he died I felt like it was my fault since I'm the one who got him into the whole spider women mess I made. Trust me killing the person who did this isn't going to make you feel any better than you do right now." you said trying your best to hold in the tears threatening to escape your eyes.  "I lost my y/n." peter who was an actual copy of yours said. "I couldn't save her in time and it's my fault she died." peter said avoiding your gaze as you placed a comforting hand on his back, "I kept trying to be that friendly neighborhood Spiderman but after all of that it's so hard to leave the house." peter 2 rested his hand on peter 3s shoulder. " I lost my uncle ben," peter 2 said looking at peter 1. "before he went he told me" "with great power comes great responsibility" peter 3 and you finished in unison " how did you know that?" " Its the last thing uncle ben told me before he passed" "maybe she didn't die for nothing peter." 

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Eres tu

Personaje: Peter Parker(Tom Holland)

Advertencia:Tal vez este un poco triste

Nota: Hice un shot en mi Wattpad (aquí el link), de Tom Holland grabando Civil War, esta es su versión pero con Peter .

Nota 2: Se que la apariencia de Spiderwoman es muy diferente a la de SpiderGwen, pero tuve que hacer ese ligero cambio, por cuestiones digamos de la identidad de la protagonista, para dejarla más en misterio, no se si me explico.

Etiqueto a @nekoannie-chan​.

Después de que la araña te picara obtuviste tus poderes iguales al Spider-Man, pero se podría decir que tú eras mucho más flexible y ágil, las clases de ballet ayudaron en eso. Claro que te llevaste una gran sorpresa cuando descubriste que no eras la única con ese poder. 

El Spider-Man y tú tenían una muy buena amistad, a pesar de que ninguno de los dos sabía la identidad del otro, algo que los incomodó un poco fue que mucha gente creía que eran pareja y para colmo tu si tenías sentimientos por la persona que estaba bajo la máscara. Su actitud y forma de ser te enamoraron. Algo que te tenía confundida, pues también tenías sentimientos por otra persona que desde tu criterio es mejor que el Spider-Man. 

Y como si las cosas no se pudieran poner peor, vas a la cocina por la noche para servirte un vaso con agua y vez a alguien en el sillón. 

—Sabía que este día llegaría—dijiste fingiendo estar tranquila cuando en realidad te estabas muriendo de miedo.

 — ¿Para qué te reclutaran?—preguntó Clint igual de tranquilo. 

—No exactamente, si no para que me obligaran a convertirme en un arma—soltaste enojada, eso lo veías todos los días por los Vengadores. 

—Te equivocas, necesitamos toda la ayuda posible, Stark ya nos ganó al SpiderMan pero al parecer a ti no. 

—Aún—te quedaste pensando en sus palabras—“Nos”, no solo me suena a manada si no a una división. 

—Culpa a los Acuerdos. Escucha, inculparon al Sargento Barnes, hay un loco que se hizo pasar por psicólogo y va de camino para buscar otros súper soldados que están en estado criogénico—te explica. 

— ¿Qué me asegura que no es una trampa? 

—Porque el Cap. Necesita toda la ayuda posible. 

Tal vez parezca un poco ridículo, pero con eso basto para que accedieras. Después de que te despidieras de tu amiga y sus padres fueron por otro recluta para después ir al aeropuerto y conociste a tus héroes favoritos. Después de que Scott agradeciera por confiar en él, hablaste. 

—Lo mismo digo Capitán. 

—Si hacen esto serán fugitivos—aclara—Es fuera de la ley. 

—También lo es no estar registrado si tienes poderes, así que, ¿qué más da?—respondiste. 

Todo iba bien hasta que llegó Iron-Man y les arruino el escape, tú estabas con Clint y Wanda tratando de refugiarse de las explosiones. 

—Wanda heriste los sentimientos de Visión—dijo Tony a la Bruja Escarlata. 

—Y tú me mandaste a mi cuarto—expreso furiosa. 

—Okay, primero, estás exagerando, segundo, lo hice para protegerte, tercero, ahora entiendo por que no te encontré mocosa—se dirigió a ti. 

—Y estoy agradecida por eso—dijiste sonriendo bajo la máscara. 

—No en serio borraron toda la información que tenía para buscarte y creo que ya sé quién fue, ¿qué tal Clint? 

—No fue tan fácil, lo admito—respondió. 

Después de enfrentarlo fuiste en busca de Spider-Man, tal vez lograrías hacerlo cambiar de bando, al correcto. Lograste atraparlo con tu telaraña antes de que callera por el dron de Sam, vaya sorpresa que se encontró al verte del lado del Cap. 

—No lo puedo creer—mencionó cuando te vio. 

—Espero y entiendas—dijiste. 

—Si yo también—Peter habló para arrojarte telaraña y liberarse, pero hiciste una voltereta para esquivarlas— Si sabes que por ayudar al Capitán te encerrarán, ¿verdad?—cuestiona. 

—Lo intentarán, para ese entonces, se acabará Spider-Woman... temporalmente—respondiste. 

Ambos caminaban como si persiguieran el uno al otro en círculos, pues querían evitarse los golpes entre ustedes dos. 

—Escucha, créeme que prefiero conocerte sin la máscara, de una forma que no sea que estés tras las rejas—pidió Peter. 

—Perdona... no sé qué te haya dicho Stark, pero que si te asegura que hace lo correcto...pues tú escuchaste lo que Steve le dijo sobre los soldados—contestaste— ¿Y a qué te referías con el “traje nuevo”?, yo lo veo igual. 

—El señor Stark hizo uno igual pero con mejoras internas. 

—Y yo que creí que no eras de los que se compran—dijiste decepcionada.

En ese momento se quedó quieto pensando tus palabras, pero también porque te estaba admirando con cada pasó que dabas. 

—Voy arrepentirme de esto—admitió. 

—Si yo también. 

Después de que pelearan ustedes y los Vengadores lograste huir junto con Steve y Bucky. Llegaron a la base donde se encontraron con Iron Man. Todo termino mal después de que Tony se enterara de la muerte de sus padres. Entre tú y Steve trataban de detenerlo para que Bucky pudiera huir. 

Al final Steve dejo su escudo y Bucky te cargo hasta el Quinjet donde se encontraron a T’Challa con Zemo. Fueron a Wakanda, ayudaste a Steve a sacar al resto del equipo y regresaron a Wakanda. 

—Te llevaremos a casa en unos días—dijo Steve—Solo lamento informarte que tendrás que dejar la máscara por un tiempo. 

—Si te soy sincera dudo que pueda volver de todas formas—Steve te miro curioso—Es obvio que el sabe quien o como soy, si vuelvo me arrestaran. 

— ¿Quieres decirle a tu familia?—cuestiono Sam. 

—Les dije que lo más probable era que no volvería pero—suspiraste—Quisiera decirles que estoy bien. 

Fue lo más difícil que hiciste en la vida, los padres de Liz se habían hecho cargo de ti cuando tus padres murieron, practicamente habían crecido como hermanas.

Steve y Nat se encargaron de ti, se convirtieron en tus nuevos padres, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, T’Challa, Shuri eran como tus tíos, aunque esta ultima también se volvió en tu maestra. 

Wakanda se convirtió en tu nuevo hogar, te uniste a T’Challa cuando venció a su primo. Y ahora estaban juntos para enfrentar a Thanos, fuiste de los afectados.

—Steve—el nombrado volteo a verte, aún en shock tras lo sucedido con su mejor amigo—No me siento bien—dijiste adolorida acercándote a él como podías. 

Steve se aferro a ti lo más que pudo mientras sollozabas y el retenía las lagrimas. 

— ¡No me quiero ir!, ¡No me quiero ir papá!—esas fueron tus últimas palabras antes de desvanecerte en los brazos de Steve. 

Quien desesperado trato de juntar tus cenizas pero el viento se las llevo. Pasaron cinco años y gracias a Scott y a los Vengadores lograron volver, listos para enfrentar a Thanos y salir triunfantes, pero con la perdida de Tony y valla sorpresa que te encontraste. 

—Señor Stark, lo logramos, Sr. Stark ganamos, Tony—era claro que Peter no estaba listo para decirle adiós a Tony y eso te rompió el corazón en dos. 

Al igual que el alma al ver que las dos personas de las que estabas enamorada eran la misma y que las dos están sufriendo. 

En cuanto viste a Steve te acercaste a el para abrazarlos con fuerza y tratar de consolarlo, pero te diste cuenta de algo. 

— ¿Dónde está Nat?—Steve se tenso al escuchar tu pregunta— ¿Dónde está?, ¡¿Steve?! 

Estabas agitándolo un poco para que te respondiera, pero el tomo tus manos haciendo que lo vieras a los ojos y al verlos supiste la respuesta. Nat había muerto. 

Todos se reunieron para hacer los funerales de Natasha y Tony. Morgan dejo en el agua el ramo de Tony y tú el de Nat. Dejando caer varias lagrimas. 

Después de que los ramos se alejaran cada quien fue a hablar con quien fuera, contándose anécdotas de ambos héroes que jamás olvidarían. Estabas con Bruce, Bucky, Sam y Steve preparando la maquina del tiempo. 

Steve fue a devolverlas, pero no volvió estando en la maquina si no en una banca que daba vista al lago, después de que le legara su escudo a Sam te acercaste para hablar con el. 

—Tony estaría orgulloso de ti, al igual que Nat—dijiste orgullosa. 

—Natasha también lo estaría de ti, por la gran pelea que diste contra Thanos. 

—Desearía haberle dicho que fue la madre que siempre quise tener. 

—Lo sabe hija, lo sabe—sonrió ampliamente. Te acercaste para abrazarlo, pero al mirar por encima de su hombro viste que Peter tenía su atenta mirada sobre ti. 

—Ahora vuelvo—te separaste para ir con Peter. 

— ¿Así que Spider-Man?—cuestionaste burlona. 

—Si—asintió con una amplia sonrisa— ¿También te pico una araña SpiderWoman?—asentiste de igual manera. 

—Siempre tuve curiosidad de quien estaba bajo la máscara—admitiste. 

—Yo igual, pero nunca creí que fuera la chica que me gusta—esas palabras te dejaron en shock. 

Uno que aprovecho Peter para tomarte de la cintura para romper esa distancia que había entre los dos y darte un beso, el cual no dudadas en seguirle, uno lleno de amor y cariño, que ansió darte desde hace mucho tiempo, esas ansias aumentaron cuando descubrió que T/N y Spider-Woman son la misma persona.

Cuando se separaron juntaron sus frentes mientras sus narices se rosaban viéndose directo a los ojos, con sus respiraciones mezclándose. 

—Siempre me gustaste, desde que te vi en la escuela, también de la fuerte mujer que sigues siendo bajo la máscara—declaro sin apartar du mirada de tus ojos. 

—Y tú a mi desde que nos presentamos e hicimos nuestro primer trabajo juntos—confesaste viéndolo con una gran sonrisa. 

—Lamento lo de Natasha. 

—Gracias, también lamento lo de Tony, no hace mucho me entere que se convirtió en tu figura paterna. 

—Gracias—dijo para rodearte en sus fuertes brazos, dándote un abrazo en que te sentiste segura y protegida, se lo devolviste de igual manera, pero sentiste cuando se tenso. ¿Y como no? Si Sam y Bucky lo fulminaban con la mirada, queriéndolo matar, volteo a ver a Steve que lo asía de igual manera. 

Era claro que nunca dejarían de ser los tíos y el padre celoso y más con sus hormonas alborotadas. 

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They are somewhat ugly, but I do not care :3

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The Last Thing

Pairings: Y/N Stacy & Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is not dealing with his friend’s death very well. Loosely based on true and personal events.

Words: ~2900

Warnings: Mentions of death. Yelling. Blaming.

A/N:  AU, Peter and Gwen are friends. Y/N is Gwen’s older sister. Gwen is an Avenger and has been in all the fights instead of Peter. This is for @jbbarnesnnoble​​‘s mental health awareness challenge. I chose “How do you even begin to move on?” It won’t be a quote, but it’ll be in bold. Takes place after Endgame.

Dear Peter,

I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’ve never been known to anyways. If you’re reading this, that means I’m either dead or in some sort of close-to-death coma, probably the former.

I’m writing this the day before I leave for Berlin. Sorry I didn’t tell you about it but Tony Stark came to me so I’m assuming it has to stay on the DL. Yeah, you read that right. Tony freaking Stark! He hasn’t told me much but I’m assuming some sort of drama with the Accords. Why he came to me and not you, I’m not sure. Maybe just because I go out more and there’s more youtube videos of me than you. Or maybe he didn’t want the “friendly neighborhood Spiderman.” He wanted someone tougher. Haha just kidding.

Anywho... back to the reason for this letter. I want you to take my place. Queens still needs someone to take care of it, and since I’m no longer around, it’s gotta be you. We were both in that lab and got bit by those radioactive spiders. Who thought making spiders radioactive was a good idea anyways? We went through all the weird hardships with these new powers together and managed without anyone finding out….except my sister. (and apparently Tony Stark.)

Speaking of Y/N, I’m putting her in your care. You are now responsible for her. I’m only kind of sorry. She’s the only one that knows about this letter.

Hopefully you don’t have to read this immediately following this impromptu trip to Berlin, or at all in 2016. Or, you know, ever. Hopefully I can grow old and retire SpiderGwen. Wait, those are two different things, let me rephrase that: hopefully I can stop saving the day around 25 and then retire when I’m old and wrinkly and burn this letter so you never have to even know it existed.

If you are reading this and made it this far, I want you to know that I believe in you. It is hard being a hero. Sometimes  you have to make tough decisions, but you’re a smart guy. I know you will be great. Better than me, probably.

You’re the best basically-brother I could ever ask for. Spiderman is destined for great things. I know it.

Gwen

Present day, May 2023

When it first happened - when half the universe was brought back - Y/N came looking for Peter immediately. After that first weird day back to school, she found him..and that was weird too. She used to only be one year older than him and Gwen, and now she was clearly 6 years older than him. She’d asked if he’d seen her in class, and he said no. She covered her mouth and started crying right there. It confused him at the time, but in hindsight, he realized she knew at that moment that Gwen was dead. Her family got the call from Nick Fury himself that night.

Besides the big bad, Thanos he thinks, there were only two casualties. “Only” two on the heroes side, when there’s usually zero. They were Gwen and Tony Stark. So not only did Peter lose his best friend, he lost his idol as well, and even though he never got to meet him, it still hurts. A little. He died bringing back the half of humanity that was blipped, a truly heroic act, but Gwen died so that that could happen. She’s hardly ever mentioned in news reports or anything.

It’s been almost two months. TWO.

Peter read the letter again. He did almost once a day. The fold creases were already very worn and the page had been stained with tears many times over. He still just couldn’t believe she was actually gone. Being brought back after getting blipped was enough to deal with but now his closest friend was dead. What was the most frustrating was that he didn’t know how. He wasn’t allowed to. SHIELD classified it and only the immediate family could know. You hadn’t told him everything, but you did say something about her getting caught in some crossfire. That’s all you were allowed to say.

He sat in the stairwell of his and Aunt May’s Queens apartment while he waited for you to arrive. He was zoned out thinking and didn’t even hear you come up the stairs.

“Peter?” he snapped back to reality and looked at you, eyes sad, “you ready?”

He nodded and stood up, shoving his hands in his shorts pockets. He trudged down the stairs and met you at the landing, then walking side by side down the rest to ground level. Exiting the complex, you put your arm around his shoulders walking the already too familiar route. What had happened was still fresh and you two had decided to visit Gwen’s grave once a week, tell her what had been going on, if anything.

The first few times were okay, but recently, Peter hadn’t been saying anything. He just kneels in front of her grave, head down, and cries. You really felt for the kid, you did. His parents died when he was 6, his uncle Ben 3 years ago (since he was blipped), and now his best friend-basically-sister. He’s only 16 and has dealt with more death than anyone at that age should. How do you even begin to move on? The gaps are big, but that doesn’t make any of them hurt less. Especially when they’re all family.

After a few minutes of silent sobs, you place your hand on his shoulder. He stands up and steps aside, so you can have your time. You look at him and give him a soft smile of thanks. He looks at you for a millisecond before looking back at the ground, wiping away stray tears.

You approach her gravestone, putting your hand on it, brushing your fingers along it and tracing the letters of her name. You speak softly, as if just to her. “Gwenny, I need help. Your help. This has been hard on Peter. You were his best friend and now he just seems like a lost puppy without you around. I know he has Ned and MJ, but a big chunk of him is missing without you here,” you cough out a sob, “I just want the old Petey back. I don’t expect it tomorrow, or next week, or even next month, but I need it. I want some sort of normalcy back in my life,” your next sob comes out with a little bit of a laugh, “look at me, talking to a grave like I’m talking to an actual human. You’d totally give me crap for this.” you sigh, “It’s just-- being six years older than him now instead of just one makes it hard. We’re in such different places in our lives. He just finished his freshman year of high school, and I’m in college now...” you trail off, forgetting where you were going with it. Standing up, you give one last tap to the gravestone. “Bring him back. Oh-” You dig in your purse and pull out a charm bracelet. You crouch back down and lay it right next to the base where the grass is a little bit taller. You wear an identical one. “Mom and dad are doing fine..well, as well as you could expect. There are some rough nights, but we’re managing.”

Emotions were still running high at home. You’d lost your sister, and your parents, their youngest child. There was a lot of fighting and blaming, despite heroism being Gwen’s choice. She’d told you once that she’d been given the powers for a reason. If bad things happened and she did nothing, it was basically her fault. You never really agreed with the sentiment, but she insisted and went on helping out the people of Queens, eventually roping Peter into it.

A lot of the time the blame fell on you, your father wondering why you weren’t with Gwen and Peter the day they got bit. You take it, as it’s his way of mourning and relieving his anger. He’s looking for answers that he’ll never get. Your mom is mostly silent, save for the fights. You two usually end up drinking a bottle or two of wine before tottling off to bed, drowning your sorrows.

The walk back is silent, as usual. You were both mourning and it was always emotionally draining after a visit and hard to make conversation. You’re about 2/3 of the way back before you decide to try. “I, uh, noticed you had the letter in the stairwell.” You feel a shift and see as his hand goes to his pocket. “Pete, why?” You sigh, not in disappointment, mostly in exhaustion but a little bit of curiosity too.

He looks down, an exhale coming from his nose, “It’s the last thing I have of her.”

You let out a soft gasp. That hadn’t even crossed your mind, it was the last physical thing Gwen had touched and given - by way of you - to him. “Oh, Petey.” You run your fingers through his hair a few times before letting your arm rest limply over his shoulders. He pushes it off, stopping in his tracks and looks at you with an expression you don’t recognize. He mumbles something and you stop waking as well, leaning forward a little. “Peter?”

“Tony did this.”

“To-”

“Tony Stark! He’s the one who recruited her. He’s the one that put her on this path.” he paces back and forth in anger. “If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be a part of the Avengers and she wouldn’t be dead.”

“Peter...” you know what he’s doing. In fact, you went through and did the same thing just a couple weeks ago. “You know he’s not to blame. She’s the one who wanted to help the community, just like you,” you reasoned, “it was only a matter of time before she caught the eye of the Avengers.”

He ignored you, turning on his heels. “I need to talk to him.”

“Y-you can’t. Peter..” you stand there, stunned for a moment, “Peter.” you call out. He doesn’t respond and you quickly move from your place on the sidewalk and jog a little to try to catch up. You forgot how quickly he could walk when he was on a mission. “Peter!”

“What?!” he turns around, fire in his eyes. You actually cower a little, never hearing this tone come out of his mouth before.

“Uhm..” your voice is meek at first as you try to figure out what to say and recover from the surprise his outburst gave you, “you can’t go talk to Tony.”

“And why not?”

“He,” you swallow the lump in your throat, speaking softly not out of fear now, but to bring down the information as delicately as you could, “he died that night too. Remember?”

He blinks and there seems to be a flicker of remembrance and realization. It quickly changes back to anger and he looks you dead in the eyes, pointing. “Then it’s your fault!”

“W-what?”

“Yeah. You’re the one that let her go to Berlin. She would’ve listened to you. If you had told her no, she wouldn’t have gone. It’s your fault!” he continues pointing his finger at you, his voice rising as he talked. You hadn’t even realized you were moving until you were suddenly backed into the wall of a corner store, or maybe a restaurant, you didn’t really take the time to figure out where you were on the street.

You could feel your breath beginning to shallow the more he talked. You had no idea what was going to happen, and with him being enhanced, he was unpredictable. “Peter...” was all you could muster up, hoping just saying his name would somehow take him out of this trance he was in. It didn’t work and if you hadn’t looked down to look away from his face, you wouldn’t have noticed his other hand beginning to ball into a fist. Your eyes widened and you looked back at him, tears threatening to fall. “Peter, please.”

It didn’t phase him. “It’s your fault!” he yells and you see his fist rise and you dodge out of the way in the nick of time, now in a crouched position.

You hear his fist connect with the wall, “Fuck!” Under different circumstances, you’d be surprised and sarcastically scold him because you’ve never heard him swear, ever. At the moment though, you’re now seated against the wall, breathing hard and tears falling silently.

“Y/N?” He crouches down and puts a hand on your shoulder, which you slink away from. At this point, as if it were a movie, mother nature decided it had to rain. All you hear is the soft pattering of the rain on the sidewalk for a moment before you hear some soft whimpering. You look around, and see a few feet from you, Peter sitting and hugging his knees, head down.  

You stand up, and walk over to him, not announcing your presence in any way, and sit next to him. Taking his hand in yours, you begin inspecting his knuckles. “You’re lucky you have super strength. Otherwise that wall would have done a number on your hand. More than just some scratches and it looks like probably some bruising.” The only reply you get is some breathy sobs. “Okay,” keeping his hand in yours, you stand up and urge him up too, “let’s get you home.”

He doesn’t argue and slowly begins to walk home, with your aid. Your arm is once again around his shoulders and he doesn’t push it away this time. The whole walk back is silent, as expected. The both of you now more tired than before, physically and emotionally.

When you arrive back at Peter’s apartment, you enter, May leaving it unlocked. She’s on the couch watching tv. She turns around with a smile to greet you guys, but it quickly turns to a frown when she sees the state the two of you are in. You see her mouth open about to ask a question and you shake your head. She closes it and stands, walking over to Peter’s bedroom door and opening it for the two of you. You nod a thank you and walk in.

Peter still seems to be in a daze when you sit him down at his desk. You scan his room looking for a towel, seeing clothes and books strewn about, assuming he ‘lost’ his backpack again. “Well, I see you have a project for tomorrow,” you try to joke, despite the fact that you began picking up his clothes and putting them in the hamper in his closet. You hear a soft hmm? and look over at him. He’s looking at you, eyes red but only a little puffy.

You finally find his bath towel, halfway under his bed. Picking it up, you shake it a couple times to get any dust bunnies off and walk over to him. You can feel his eyes on you as you dry the rain off his arms and legs, but you continue. You dab off his neck and rub his hair a few times, getting as much off as you can before moving to his face. He jerks away and wipes his forehead with his arm before looking at you, as if studying you. You sit back a little, unsure, wondering what he’s going to do.

He takes a deep breath like he’s trying to gather the courage to speak to you. It takes a couple more seconds before he does. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh Peter,” you coo softly, “it’s okay.”

He slaps his hand on his desk, “No it’s not!” seeing you jump, he realized what he did, “s-sorry.” he says barely above a whisper.

“It’s not,” you agree, “but you’re mourning. I’m going through the same thing at home. You know this. I can take a few angry words.”

“But I blamed you, tried to hurt you.”

You nod, “I will admit I was a little scared when you tried to hit me,” he looks down, scared to make eye contact, “but,” you use your finger to lift his chin, “I got out of the way and you didn’t. Guess I gotta thank Gwen for taking me to some of those self defense classes so I could help her train.” You say the last part with a smile.

For what you’re pretty sure is the first time that night, Peter smiles too. You use your hand and wipe away the remaining tears on his face. “There he is.”

You get up on your knees, about to stand up, when he pulls you into a hug. You let out at squeak of surprise but quickly melt into it. Then, you suddenly begin to cry.

“Y/N?” he doesn’t pull out of the hug but you can hear the concern in his voice.

You sniffle and wipe away your tears, letting out a kind of cry-laugh. “I’m just glad, that at least for tonight, you’re back to the Peter that I know. I’ve missed your smile.” You feel him hug you a little tighter.

For Avory

[negasonicteenagemess]

so I watched into the spider verse (again) and I noticed this when the dimension portal thingy opened.

E-65 is Spider-Gwen; E-8311 is Spider-Ham; E-90214 is Spider-Man Noir and after this photo a few others showed up. But the MCU is based on E-616....Tom Holland’s Spider-Man?

Edit: in a tv spot or trailer for ffh, Mysterio calls the universe with peter “earth dimension 616” which means that mcu peter is earth 616 peter.

basically what I’m saying is either a) toms Spider-Man exists in the same realm of into the spiderverse or b) into the spiderverse and the mcu each have an earth 616

Hi new edit: Mysterio is also a fucking liar sooo who knows. he coulda lied

[green-ville]

Crawled Up the Water Spout

 TW: descriptions of vi0lence, bl00d.

                                             Recluse Chapter 3

           Synopsis: They opened up a world of possibilities for her. Some would even say a multiverse. Miguel O’Hara thought she was an anomaly, and perhaps she was. She didn’t really care.

           They showed to her that there was a world where she had died, and her Peter Parker had lived. She was going to do whatever it took to get to the world, even if it meant teaming up with a villain that went by the name Scarlet Witch. 

           __________

             Her reflexes were quicker than how she acted. It was the shock that did her in. The possible hope. Green Goblin was back from the dead, did that mean her Peter could be as well?

           She had to learn, and that’s why when her bedroom wall blew up, she only covered herself instead of attacking. With her head covered she didn’t get hit there, but there had to have been a rib broken. At least one.

           He glided into her room as she propped herself up, now covered in dust and smoke. He jumped from his glider and there was shock again.

           This. . .This wasn’t the Green Goblin. The man with the green skin and long ears. With the horrible purple gnome hat. With the purple pirate boots and skin tight, unarmored body suit that was cut into shorts.

           Whatever this was? This was the Green Goblin being forced to modernize, almost.

           An armored suit of all green. With a 360 coverage mask and large eyes of glowing yellow. The mask had fangs, it had unnecessarily big ears designed into the side. It had abs imbedded into the abdominal armor.

           This was not the Green Goblin.

           “Who are you?” She asked, groggy, disoriented. Confused. Wondering if this was even real.

           The masked man jumped into a crouch right in front of her. “What, little Spider Man hasn’t told you all about me? I’m heartbroken.” He rested a hand over his heart. “I’ll get over it. Upsy daisy,” he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. She stumbled, crying out, bricks falling off her. “We’ll have plenty of time to learn about each other on the flight.”

           And she went along, not putting up any resistance as he forced her onto the glider, and shot them out of her blown up bedroom.

           “Spider Man won’t come,” she warned, maintaining her crouched balance with ease. He didn’t seem to process how easy she was doing it. At every sharp turn, her feet and right hand remained planted to the sharp metal of the glider. She never wavered.

           His head whipped down, glowing eyes burning. “You think you can protect him from me? You think this is my first rodeo? No. I studied him. I learned his secrets, and now,” he cackled, slow, drawn out, growing in volume. “Now, I’ve found his most prized secret! His wife! He will come, you can’t hide it, and I will kill him for killing my father.”

           She had been right. This wasn’t the Green Goblin. This was his son, Harry Osborne.

           Peter had been friends with him in high school. They grew apart when Harry went abroad to a boarding school, a punishment from his father.

           “You knew Peter,” she said as they flew towards the water line, weaving above the racing cars down below. Shouts sounded as they were spotted. They were more panicked than she was. “Do you really think he could kill your father?”

           They began to ascend, slipping away from the traffic and scaling 8 stories high without trouble. The wind blew her hair back, and at 15 stories she chilled.

           “He did,” Harry spat behind the mask. “I thought he was my friend, he pretended to be my friend! All this time he’s been pretending to be my friend!  I learned about my father’s death on the NEWSPAPERS!” He shouted. “Just like I learned about his secret identity from the newspapers. I never liked Mysterio much until he exposed him, and now, now I am eternally grateful for him showing me what the Spider Man really is. He’s a filthy liar, and you’re no better.”

           . . .

           That wasn’t adding up.

           Peter died first. She killed Green Goblin after him. And who the hell was Mysterio?

           Discretely, she grabbed a pumpkin bomb from him. It was his own stupid fault for keeping his stash right at head height.

           They swept high above a clock tower, sitting stationary in the air. The setting sun highlighted him in gold and cast her in his shadow.

           “Harry,” she began, but was cut off when his gloved hand grabbed at her throat. She held his wrist as he yanked her up, with more strength than he should’ve had. Her feet dangled freely, lungs receiving a restricted airflow. Behind her, she hid the bomb.

           His head tilted. “No. No more lies. No more waiting around. Peter will know what I felt when I learned of his death. He will be too late, just like I was.” His left hand thrusted forward, and she realized too late what was in it. It was her own fault for thinking she could be the only one hiding something behind her back. “For good measure,” he promised with that breathy laugh in his voice.

           Sharp metal pierced through her stomach, and her senses cleared, going haywire. Her pupils blew, her mouth dried, and her entire body riddled with tingles.

           The Green Goblin dropped her.

           He watched. Carefully, as if trying to memorize every detail of her fall. She hoped this image would stay with him for the remainder of his life. When she activated the bomb. When she threw it up, her aim perfect. Precise. Practiced.

           When she shot her spider webs at the bomb, ensuring that it stuck to the underside of his glider. She heard the metal thunk. She heard the splack! of her webs sealing it into place.

           And while she couldn’t see the look on his face, she did imagine it. At least she got to watch the bomb detonate, blowing him out of the sky. She almost thought she got a glimpse of its warmth before she crashed into the clocktowers glass dome –

           No. She didn’t crash into it yet. Something else – someone else crashed into her. They crashed into the glass dome together, the body encompassing her and protecting her from the glass. A vented metal walkway stopped them from traveling all the way down, and that’s where they landed, her on him.

           He breathed hard. “Are you okay?”

           No. She was anything but okay. She was the furthest from okay. She hadn’t heard that voice in five months. She didn’t think she’d ever hear that voice again.

           She leaned her head back, tears in her eyes, and stared into the masked face of her husband. “Peter?” She whispered, voice shaking, disbelief wracking her with shakes.

           A crawl ran up her spine.

           “Yeah,” he responded with a weight of confusion. “How did you – “

           She turned away and spotted the blinking pumpkin bomb – something that once again did not look how her original Goblin designed it, or the one she had just killed designed. This one had the fragility of fall décor, a glass shell with the green stem blinking.

           “NO!” She shouted, straightening her wrist, flexing it, shooting her web –

           The web slapped into it right as it exploded, and the warmth of the flame was a lot closer as they rolled off the vented walkway, and fell to a hunk of metal clockware below. This time, it was her back that took the hit and the metal imbedded into her stomach shifted, pulling a gasp from her.

           Peter pushed off of her, seeing the wound, spotting someone below. “Stay here! I’ll handle this.”

           “PETER!” She cried, reaching for him as he jumped down below. She started to turn towards him, but didn’t even get the chance to fully turn. Pain, and commotion, stopped her.

           Peter and another Green Goblin shot towards the skies.

           A white spider girl with ballet like slippers launched up, as if following pursuit, but she landed right beside Recluse, kneeling down right over her. If that wasn’t concerning enough, a hooded woman with the same spider powers she had, then the second figure that shot after Peter certainly was. And this one wore a mechanical suit, with metal spider legs protruding from the back.

           The woman beside her saw the metal and her hands didn’t seem to know where to go. “Okay, wow, big piece. Uh – “

           “Peter,” she whispered, tears slipping from the corner of her eyes. “Help him, please.”

           “Peter’s going to help him – uh, not that Peter. A different Peter, that dude that just went past us. You need medical attention.” She wore a futuristic watch on her wrist, and raised it to speak. “Call Jess.”

           A hologram appeared. There was an explosion in the distance, and she once again saw fire high above the clock tower.

           The hologram had a large afro, and wore yellow sunglasses in the same shape as white spider woman’s eye pieces. Only the latter was white interior with a pink outline. Entirely different aesthetics, and yet, the chill she got with her Peter, she got around both women.

           “How’s it going Gwen?”

           “Uh, okay, you know that thing that happened to Miguel? Yeah, definitely happening here.”

           “WHAT?” It was half a snap and half a shocked exclamation. “You said everything was fine!”

           “I know and I thought it was, but then I found the black hole in the laboratory where my Doc Ock died, and then a different Green Goblin turned up, nearly killed Recluse, she’s bleeding out right now, a different Spider Man showed up, now my Peter and different Peter are fighting a third Green Goblin –“

           “GWEN!” The woman snapped, now a full snap instead of with an element of shock.

           “I know I’m sorry but I could totally use some help right now!”

           “I’ll send in the team to try and salvage it.”

           “And send a medic too!”

           “Gwen.” The tone turned serious. “You know what we talked about.”

           Recluse, without having a clue as to what was going on, knew it was about her. It told her everything she needed to know about these two people. They weren’t like her Peter, who had never stopped trying to save people. Good guys, strangers, even the villains that tried to kill him. He never stopped trying to save them, and these people were contemplating whether to help her.

           If they were in a disagreement about it, then let her be the deciding factor. She didn’t want their help.

           She stabilized the piece of metal with two webs, one on either side. She planted her hands into the large metal gear, and she forced herself to stand.

           “Hey now, woah okay! What’re you doing – “

           Recluse hit her hands away. “Get off me!” She snapped. “I don’t want your help, I don’t need your help. I don’t know what the hell you are, but get out of my city!”

           “Hey we’re just trying to help! There’s something going on that you don’t understand – “

           Recluse shoved her away again, stumbling. “I don’t care what you say. If you’re trying to be like Spiderman, then let me tell you right now that you are nothing like him. You will never be anything like him, because my Peter never second guessed helping someone. He never sat around, talked about whether someone should be saved, he went out and he did it. Now my Peter’s back, and I’m not losing him again. So get out of my way, or end up like everyone else that ever laid a hand on him.”

           She shot her webs into the skies, latched onto metal beams that previously lined the dome, and she leaned back. The webs pulled tighter, tighter. . .and a tingle ran up her spine.

           She began to shoot forward, webs carrying her, but a man slammed into her. A man of metal, with metal wings, with his face concealed behind a military grade mask, and his armor nothing more than a simple leather jacket.

           Recluse cried out, talons digging into her shoulders as Vulture plucked her from her path to help Peter. She was thrown to the side, and this time, there was no one there to help her. Her body crashed through the glass face of the clock, and she slammed right into the metal minute hand. Too much of her body curved around it, so it didn’t even stop her. Her thighs took the hit, she fell back, and then she really was falling.

           Only this time, she was unconscious.

 ~

             After spending most of her working adult life in a hospital as a bedside nurse, she recognized the sound of an IV pole. Most people thought the heart monitor was the annoying one, but the IV pole was worse. If there was air in the line, it beeped. If the bag was getting low, it beeped. If it was feeling bad, it beeped.

           Her beeping IV pole woke her up.

           She was in a hospital room, not one that she recognized. There was a large window to her right, and it exposed a world she didn’t recognize. Green grass down below, and blue skies above, but this world. . .was in the future compared to hers. Tall white skyscrapers that should have been dirty from everyday life, yet it still glistened like it was newly made. It looked like a city, yet she had never seen a city so clean before. Cars drove off the ground.

           Inside her room, she could recognize what the machines did, but compared to her hospital, it was medieval against modern day.

           There was a TV across from her playing music she didn’t recognize.

           Recluse sat upright, and winced. Her torso was bandaged. Her shoulders were bandaged. Her thighs ached, her back muscles were hot and tight. Her head pounded. She wore a hospital gown.

           First she made sure the bed alarm was shut off. It didn’t alarm when she got up. She unplugged the IV machine, and disconnected the tubing from her catheter. She found a green cap and put that on the end of the loop to keep it clean.

           Walking hurt, but she did it anyway. Outside her door was someone right about to walk into her room.

           Recluse froze, heart rate picking up in her chest. Her head stopped pounding, instead swimming with possibility like the first time she truly felt in love with him. 

           It was still the fluffy hair she remembered. He had more stubble, but it was ruggish and she thought it fit him. He was out of his suit, wearing a hospital gown just like her.

           But it was without a doubt him.

           “Peter,” she breathed, and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him.

           They had been married for six years. Before they had been married, they dated from high school. She had kissed him a lot in that time. After losing him, she imagined it too. Tried to retain the memory and feeling, but it had faded. 

           She remembered enough to know that this wasn’t it.

           Peter wasn’t kissing her back. His arms weren’t around her, holding her close and tight, squeezing her just how she liked. He was warm, that much stayed the same.

           She stepped back, eyebrows knit, hurt squeezing her heart.

           He held up his hands, just as confused. “I – I’m sorry, do I know you?”

           She would’ve preferred to be stabbed again. “Peter?”

           “You know my name, but I don’t know you, and after everything I was really hoping for some answers. I thought that Strange guy was going to send me home, but I never got back. Then I saw Goblin with you, and you looked like you needed help, but then you had powers, so you’ve gotta be another Spider Man, right? Or Spider Woman? I know there are others out there. Is that how you know my name?”

           This was worse than she had ever thought possible, and she truly was stupid for having believed her Peter could come back.

           If there were new Green Goblins popping out, and a new Vulture if she recalled correctly, then having a new, different, Peter Parker wasn’t out of the question.

           This wasn’t hers. Hers was still dead.

           It was too much to handle.

           Her hands were shaking as she pushed the fake Peter away. Bare feet walked across the ground, hospital gown bringing a draft up.

           “Hey! Where’re you going?!”

           Fake Peter caught up to her, his gait unaltered whereas hers was rushed.

           “Finding out answers,” Recluse snapped. “I want to know where I am, how I got here, where the hell those imposters came from, and I want to know now!”

           “It’s some kind of spider society if that helps! There’s tons of us.”

           They got far enough down the hallway to find the nursing station. There was a Spider Man in a red and blue scrubs, still wearing his mask to hide his identity. “You’re not supposed to be out of bed!” He exclaimed, spotting her.

           “Consider this leaving against medical advice,” she snapped, not stopping.

           He called after her, “you have to fill out the paperwork then!”

           She shoved the doors open and stopped right there. She had been expecting a second hallway that led to an elevator for them to go down. She had not been expecting whatever the hell this was.

           The fake Peter beside her smiled and that hurt even more. “Welcome to the lobby.”

           It was huge. Another skyscraper, and this was packed with people just like the fake Peter. All of them were wearing their suits, crawling along ceilings, swinging to where they needed to go. She saw a dinosaur in the famous red and blue. No one screamed at the sight of it, the animal apparently belonging.

           Her fingers were tingling, and not in that sense she got before danger hit. This tingling was pins and needles, and it crawled up her hands.

           She didn’t even realize she was walking forward until she hit the railing. As far as she could see, web shooters littered the area.

           It was like he said: a spider society.

           “I know,” he said, “It’s a lot to take in.”

           Her fingers were stuck in place. Her arms were locking up.

           “It’s not a lot,” Recluse whispered, “It’s too much.”

           The world went black and her body went slack.

[blackcat-creations]

{ like if you plan on using any of these, please do not claim as your own. c: @blackcat-creations }

[xmsmarvel18]

Let's Rewrite The Stars With Gwen Stacy X Peter Parker

https://youtu.be/ydqSMlOFeHA