#we’re cool now Spidey

[futureplayboibunnie]

Aphrodesiacs

Miguel O’Hara x fem! spidey! reader

yk that bit of spiderman lore between silk and peter where they were bitten by the same spider and can’t be near each other without feeling….

yeah this is that but with Miguel. SO NSFW. i love blue balling y’all. PART 2 IS UP NOW!

There were certain things that were absolutely not up for discussion when it came to Miguel: his leadership skills, his authority, his ability to lead this society, his daughter and…you.

There were too many issues to discuss about your strange…he didn’t even know what to call it at this point. See, you were both bitten by the same spider which everyone deemed highly impossible, but it happened. What came with being bit by the same spider were chemically and biologically bound side effects no one knew the first thing about. You and Miguel were more enhanced than the others, in many ways, many uncomfortable and impossibly distracting ways. You were physically drawn to each other, unable to physically feel anything but an intense primal, primitive and animalistic sexual attraction to one another. Neither of you could be in the same room without wanting to fuck like bunnies. The chemical compounds in your brains were the same, and it made you both become aphrodesiacs for each other. No one knew about it other than Lyla and Jess.

This was a problem, he was your boss and you couldn’t actually look at him without feeling hot and wet, you had fangs the same way he did but no one knew about it, Lyla made sure of it. Miguel on the other hand was a wreck because of it, his blood would burn at the mere thought of you. He worked his body out to the bone, he would work out and sweat the thoughts and desires away from him. It never worked. But he needed to pretend it did. Neither of you would anticipate how drastic it could be. You knew it was the genetics and the chemicals from the same spider that bit you which made you weary of ever getting close to one another but Lord, the desires were still there. It felt like you were muzzled and on a leash, hindered by moral righteousness. You both knew you couldn’t give in but that was rather difficult when you actually needed to see one another.

You ripped a hole in your suit, where your waist was and only Miguel seemed to have the supplies to fix it. A massive horizontal gash that exposed your skin. Your brain was dreading to see him, your heart said otherwise and your pussy throbbed at the mere idea. It was like you were magnets, constantly avoiding due to the the impossibility to be pulled apart. Taking a deep breath to keep a cool calm head seemed to work momentarily and then you walked into his lair.

Miguel could smell you from here. His skin tightened and his muscles tensed when he felt your scent wrap around him, like a warm golden glow. He would taint you in red. He would break you. He knew this. That’s why he could never….

“You know you can’t be here.” He sighed, ignoring your presence as he was staring blankly at his screens. “You know I can’t concentrate.” He added quietly.

You swallowed thickly and closed your eyes, wincing slightly. “I know we’re not- Look, I just need you to fix my suit and Lyla told me I had to fix it immediately or the wiring would go to shit. You know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need to.”

Miguel paused and blinked slightly at the last thing you said. You did need to see him. You did need to be here but neither of you wanted to talk about the true reason. He turned his head to face you. He wanted to groan at the sight of you.

Miguel had to force himself not to stare at your body and the way your suit clung to it, there was a massive gash in it that exposed the skin of your waist. Why did God always have to test his patience? Lord above give him strength. Even with his impeccable self control and strength, it took everything in his power to resist the urge to throw you against the floor and...Miguel groaned softly and rolled his eyes. “If that's what it takes...”

“I know you want to get rid of me quickly. I promise it won’t take long.” You say hurriedly as you hop onto his platform. You were really close to each other now, You swallowed and your breathing became slightly more shallow. Please let this be quick. Please. You begged silently. “I just need you too stitch my suit on my waist for me.” You say. “Quickly…” You added breathily. You had to get closer for him to actually help you and as he sat in his chair and pulled out his supplies, he raised an eyebrow to lure you closer. He felt his body tighten as you breathed so near him. The electricity was sizzling between you. Your heart beats synchronized and your minds only on one thing.

You got closer and you were practically standing inbetween his legs, you saw his breath hitch slightly but Miguel was a master at not letting his mask slip. He was good at pretending. His brow furrowed slightly, making a fruitless effort of avoiding that fucking look in your eyes. That face. Fuck.

This was bad, this was so dangerous. Being this close could end in a catastrophe for the both of you.

He paused before he put his fingers on your suit, a spark of electricity caused your body to still. He just closed his eyes and breahed out hurridly. He bit the bullet and grabbed your waist for you to stumble closer.

He needed to get this over and done with. No matter what it took, he needed to get you away from him. You gasped a little when he did that and he could feel that sound travel all the way to his dick. He tried to ignore it by getting to work and scanning your suit and then stitching up. His fingers worked at the speed of light. Your eyes just widened, continuing your mindless gawk as hazy thoughts of grabbing his hair and lowering his head further down between your thighs clouded your head. You tried to shake the sensation of his hands gripping your waist but it felt impossible, part of you genuinely wanted to grit your teeth until they shattered- the tension hurt.

Miguel always seemed to be perfectly fine on the outside, he had masked emotions other than anger or annoyance very well but this was causing that picture of himself to falter at the seams. Internally, he was breaking apart. Weakened by desperation. Lord, you were his weakness.

Images of you flashed through his head as he stitched, he wanted you tied up. Yes. With your own webs. Letting him have his way with you, pounding you until you cried and begged him to stop. He would fill you up, make you guzzle his cum as you pleaded for more. He let out a soft grunt at the sheer idea.

His fingers moved quickly as he sewed your torn suit together. “Why are you always getting hurt?” Miguel's voice was raspy, and he was unable to control his breathing. Miguel did his best to look away, but the smell of your exposed your skin was making it hard for him to think clearly. Your body was perfect. Jesus, it was like it was made for him.

You swallowed hard, your thoughts became hazy as he was this close. His hands were brushing on you and you tensed slightly at his fleeting barely there touchs. “Mm- I’m not always getting hurt.” You say softly, if you said it any louder you were sure you would moan.

“Right,” Miguel mumbled softly, his words catching in his throat. “I'm sure you were just passing by when you ran into trouble.” Miguel kept his eyes down to avoid meeting your gaze. All you could do was scowl at him. He finished his work and immediatly grabbed your waist and pushed you away as he got up from his chair to stare at his screens again as a means to avoid looking at you. “Don’t come back here.” He muttered at you seriously.

“I won’t.” You glowered at his broad and muscular back. You lied though, you were sure you’d be back. “But…I can’t keep going on like this.”

His ears pricked up at your admission and he felt the exact same way. Miguel's body was on fire. He wanted you. Right now. He didn't know what would happen if he gave into his urges. His body was shaking, and he had to make a conscious effort to keep his hands to himself. He was trying not to touch you, but every move you made, every tiny shift, only made your body more desirable. “Please, go.” Miguel choked, his voice harsh and strained.

You did as you were told and you hurriedly left. Praying that this would naturally wear off as long as you stayed away from him.

-

It had been a few days since your interaction and you had both successfully avoided each other since then but he could still feel your presence whenever you were at HQ. He could still feel the air in his office carrying your scent.

Now it was 2AM and he was still in his office. He was banging another hookup over his desk, she was bent over just so he couldn’t look at her. She was pretty but she wasn’t you. As his dick slid in and out, her moans fell flat to him, he only wanted to hear you. He was praying that this one would be the one that made him forget about you, that this one would tamper down his sexual anger and frustration but no. He got angrier. Animalistic. All he could think about was you. He was pretty sure he was hurting her when he was like this. His mood soured when he wondered what he would do to you if he finally gave in. Would he hurt you? God, what if he did….

He never wanted to hurt you.

He knew you would never be able to take it, to take all of it.

You on the other hand were in your apartment, also fucking a random hookup. You were hoping it would help your predicament but if anything it was making you more frustrated. He wasn’t fucking big enough. Yeah, his dick was better than average but it didn’t have the girth that Miguel would- You shook your head out of any thoughts of him and decided to be in the moment. You decided that it was a terrible moment. There were much more irritating things than faking an orgasm like your incessant need for Miguel.

Even though you were being fucked by another guy all you could thing about was: Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.

Nothing was working, for either of you.

-

Your mind wandered towards another way to fix this. Maybe there was a suppressant or an antidote to help keep down these primal urges and desires. These thoughts were keeping you from doing any sort of work, you couldn’t concentrate properly. Your mind was burned alive by constant thoughts of him in so many different situations. So you decided to talk to him about it. He’d probably end up killing you for even thinking about it but you were way passed that.

You sighed deeply before thrumming up the guts to see him again. Entering his lair was never a welcome idea to anyone but you and him were struggling and he was lying to himself. Miguel felt your presence again, your scent, your skin. He tampered down the jumping urge to drag you by your ankles and-

“I know you didn’t want me here again but we need to talk.” You crossed your arms but it further accentuated your chest, his stare lingered for a moment and he looked blank. Then he looked back down at a new suit he was fixing up and seemed unamused. That look just made you even more wet and desperate for his attention.

“No… we don’t.” He said thickly and your knees started buckling under the pressure. You swallowed.

“Uhm…there has to be an antidote for this or a suppressant for whatever…this is.” You said hurriedly. “Maybe I can manufacture one, I think I might be able to if I could genetically scan the spider and take it’s DNA and change its raw qualities…” Miguel watched you pace desperately as you rambled on, not even looking at him, you were pleading for a solution to this and he was getting more and more annoyed.

He stared at your lips as you spoke. Flashes of you on your knees, drooling and gagging on his cock pierced the forefront of his mind, causing his legs to feel nothing but limp. The things he wanted to do to you. He was an addict because of you.

“There is no cure for it!” He grunted loudly, cutting you off. “Hell, I’ve tried to make one since the first day I met you and all you’ve done is make me lose my fucking self control. You just standing there is enough to make me go crazy for you and I. Can’t. Help. It. I can smell you, I know you want me too but we have to fight it. We have to manage this because if you let me get close to you, I know I’ll hurt you and I won’t let that opportunity arise.” He admitted in a frenzy, his teeth almost shattering against each other, jaw clenching and unclenching. He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair as his eyes bore a ruby hue and his breathing became uneven and heavy.

You bit your lip at his angry outburst, not being able to deny how turned on you were by his rage and lack of self control. Part of you thought your mind was playing tricks on your or that you were hullicinating all of this as you were dulled by a cloud of lust, but no. You were very aware now that it was real. You were both feral for each other. You just glowered him.

“I have denied every single impulse I have ever had for you.” You grit out. “Maybe I want you to make it hurt, because any other kind of hurt right now is better than the pure need for you to fuck me right here, right now. You are not the only one who is capable of making another person hurt. Maybe I blame you. Maybe I can’t get you out of my head. Maybe I need your cock in me. Whatever….I just need to do something about it or else I’ll go fucking insane.” Miguel watched your brows furrow and your lips loosen as you uttered those fated words. His eyes glazed over twice and widened, your words were sharp and unfeeling. He believed that if you weren’t this way you wouldn’t find a need to be cruel and direct, the way your eyes glimmered yet darkened with need and passion caused him to halt in his tracks, now you were inching closer to him and he didn’t know what to do.

“It's impossible to create an antidote,it genetically and chemically changed our code.” Miguel mumbled, his voice husky and strained. “We're stuck like this...” He sighed, trying to collect himself. “Look, we just have to learn how to handle this," Miguel muttered, trying to convince himself more than you. “We'll learn to control ourselves. This...this is manageable.”

He didn’t believe any of the lies he spewed. There’s no way this was managable.

“Why do I get the feeling that that is not true.” You say softly, biting your lip and blinking up at him. Neither of you knew how you got this close now, it was like you were drawn to each other.

“Stop giving me that look. I-I can’t-“ He breathed heavily, trying to rescue himself or beg for your mercy. He didn’t know which one. Miguel hung his head and quickly turned his head as to not face you. “I’ll hurt you.” He added stoically.

“I. Don’t. Care ”

[gogogodzilla]

✧ 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟛𝟙 : 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟-𝑀𝑎𝑛 & 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐶𝑎𝑡  ✧ 

【 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼'𝑚 𝑁𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 】

╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: Finally, the spider catches the cat

╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, cunnilingus, inappropriate use of web fluid

✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 ✧ 

Your fingers dance over the shiny wood frame of the painting you recently added to your growing collection, and a sort of smug satisfaction fills you. Smirking, you take a step back to admire your prize fully. You turn on your heel, ready to strip off your suit and get some rest. 

You get two full footsteps away, hand lingering on the zipper of your suit when a shudder runs up your spine, like eyes boring into you from the shadow. Your hand hovers above your head as your eyes scan the room, searching for him. 

You let out a yelp as you’re flung against the wall, your hand ensnared in a sticky web. You make the mistake of reaching up and trying to claw your way out. Another web quickly covers your free hand, trapping you. 

 “Nice haul,” a familiar voice quips from the darkness. 

You let out a frustrated groan as he steps out of the shadows, the white of his mechanical eyes cutting through the darkness. His mask hides the smirk you know is beneath as he saunters forward. 

“Spider,” you purr, feigning nonchalance. “Don’t you have bigger things to worry about than little ol’ me?” 

You struggle, testing the strength of the webs that bind your hands above your head, sticking you against the wall. He’s good— annoyingly good. 

He chuckles, taking a step closer, “Funnily enough, you’re all I’m worried about right now.” 

He hovers in front of you, so close you can see the intricate details of his suit and smell the rain on his skin. 

“You keep stealing, and we’re gonna have to have a serious talk about hobbies,” he warns teasingly. 

“A girl’s gotta stay busy somehow,” you counter, grinning. “Don’t tell me you’re tired of the chase, Spidey.” 

“Not tired,” he murmurs, shaking his head, “just curious about the reward.” 

You look up at him, your eyes skating over the lines covering his mask. He reaches a gloved hand up to the edge of his mask, tugging it up just enough to expose his mouth. 

Your eyes immediately dart to his lips, plump and the prettiest shade of pink. His breath fans across your cheeks, and your heart leaps in your chest as he rests his hand on the wall next to you, caging you in. 

“So, what’re you gonna do with me, Spidey?” you purr, tilting your head. You narrow your eyes, almost as if daring him to cross the line. 

He reaches a hand up to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I think,” he breathes, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, “it’s my turn to do the taking.” 

In one smooth motion, his lips meet yours in a slow, intoxicating kiss. It’s gentle at first, just the press of his lips, soft and warm, against yours. Desperation hums under your skin as the kiss deepens with each pass of his lips against yours. He slots one of his legs between yours as he slides his hand downward and rests it on your neck. He holds your life in the palm of his hand, and your pulse hammers under his fingertips. 

His free hand wanders over your form. A shudder of pleasure runs through you as he squeezes your ass, his fingers leaving divots in the soft flesh. He pulls away and presses sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against the side of your neck, reaching for whatever bare skin he can. You rock your hips against his thigh, attempting to quell the ache between your legs. 

His lips trail down your form, pressing kisses against the smooth fabric of your catsuit. He kneels in front of you, and his hands trail over your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you buck against his hold.  

He tangles his fingers in the fabric at your hips, and a smirk graces his lips. 

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t you dare—”

You’re cut off by the sound of fabric tearing and the cool air hitting your bare skin. The bottom half of your catsuit pools at your feet, and he wastes no time pulling it off of you. You struggle against your restraints, a frustrated noise leaving you. 

Any complaints or curses you have are quickly replaced by a moan as he licks a stripe through your now-dripping folds. Your eyes screw shut at the sensation, and the moan you let out causes heat to crowd your cheeks. His fingers dig into your thighs as he separates them further, situating himself fully between them. 

His tongue circles your clit before moving downward to dip into your entrance. He laps at your heat, drinking up every ounce of your arousal. He slides his tongue into your entrance and finds a rhythm that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The sounds of wanton moans fill your small hideout as he fucks you with his tongue. 

You figure he’d be good with his mouth as much as he runs it when you’re fighting, but damn. He devours you like a man starved, each drag and swirl of his tongue bringing you closer and closer to euphoria. 

His tongue circled your clit once and then twice before you’re coming undone against his lips. You arch against the wall as a stream of curses leaves your lips as you cum. He eagerly laps up your release, fingertips digging into your thighs as you ride out your high. 

“Fuck, Spidey,” you breathed, “it’s about time you put that mouth to good use.” 

He nips at your thighs before rising to his feet. Your slick covers his face, and your cheeks heat up at the sight. He presses his lips against yours once more, making you taste yourself. 

“The webs should dissolve in an hour,” he grins against your lips. 

You reel back, your brows furrowed. “What?”

You attempt to wrench yourself free as he backs away and tugs his mask down. The sounds of your struggles only increase as he nears the window. 

“Stop stealing!” he calls as he jumps, and you could’ve sworn you heard the faint sounds of laughter. 

[atopfourthwall]

Hello, big fan of yours and I love listening to your well thought-out and honest takes on the things you review. Event Comics Month 5 was excellent, I'm going to be re-binging the whole series soon. Just out of curiosity, I've just watched your Star Trek Broken Mirror review, and got reminded of something you said at the end of Superior Spidey 1-5. What is it about the villainous TNG crew here that makes it work for you here, as opposed to the villanous Doc Ock Spidey being the the focus? Or alternatively, why does the alternative dark universe with known and established characters work for you here where it didn't in, say, Future's End?

So before the schedule slip-ups, the Broken Mirror review was supposed to come out RIGHT AFTER the Superior Spider-Man review, within a week or so. But I completely anticipated people being confused why I was so against that but enjoyed the openly villainous mirror universe stuff.

When it became clear the episode wasn't going to come out anywhere near when it was supposed to, I cut out my ending shpiel about it, figuring people wouldn't really care that much about it or even be thinking about it when there was so long separating the time between them. However, since I thought it might come up again, I saved the text of that, soooo enjoy this cut section of the script! This was before general proofreading and editing, so it's likely this would have changed in the final script (I think I was repetitive in one or two spots) Voiceover So why do I like this kind of story with villain protagonists while other ones like Superior Spider-Man leave me sour? I think partly because we are still seeing THEIR stories – it’s not intruding on another’s like Ock stealing Spidey’s body, identity, etc. It’s also unpredictable. We frequently joke about how some characters in TV shows have main character shields – that we know nothing will PERMANTLY hurt a character because… well, they’re a main character. A story that features alternate versions of these characters does open up possibilities for storytelling not possible in the main version of the media we’re watching. Plus there is something just fun where all of the values we enjoy exemplified in heroic characters are completely inverted – being conniving, sinister, manipulative, and just a general asshole don’t have to be frowned upon. It’s an alternate universe – not the main one we follow, where we have fun witnessing something recognizable – the aspects of these characters we know and love… but twisted to ridiculous degrees.

Live Action Plus, just the open villainy on display is entertaining. Sure, they have their own twisted sense of morality at times, but really it comes down to “Mwahahahaha, I will conquer the universe!” kind of goofy.

Voiceover One of the things that people said they liked about Superior Spider-Man was that they felt it was Otto Octavius trying to be a better person. But in my personal opinion, I didn’t see that. I saw a guy who thinks he’s ALREADY a better person – an arrogant douchenozzle who assumes he knows better and can DO better than the guy whose body he stole. Sure, he wants to help people now… but it’s not out of a recognition of his own moral failures and how wrong he used to be and wanting to improve himself. It’s instead out of a selfish desire to validate his ego. “I can live this guy’s life better than him – I can be a better hero than him!”

Live Action Whereas with the mirror universe, they hold no illusions about moral superiority, they’re just like “IT’S COOL AND I WANT IT. GIMME GIMME GIMME.” And I think that’s just refreshing for me.

[girl-named-matty]

How's about HL boys reacting to finding out male!MC is Spiderman?

bro this was SUCH a cute and fun request, tysm. it made my childhood marvel heart very happy and I just had a blast writing it 😂❤️💙🖤

there's some references in here 👀

Sebastian:

Bro is flabbergasted 

Not only is Spider-Man cool–but now Spider-Man is cool AND his best friend. 

He immediately asks a million questions but they aren’t accusatory, he’s just so stoked and super excited. His nerdy little heart is absolutely soaring right now. 

And if he got his way, MC would be up all night answering his questions.

Of course, he quickly becomes the “guy in the chair” so to speak and he’s basically MC’s right-hand man. 

Occasionally he convinces MC to let him tag along and see the chaos action firsthand. 

Obviously, he strongly cares about MC’s safety as well. Fighting bad guys all day is tiring and extremely dangerous. 

But I mean, this is MC we’re talkin’ about. He’ll be completely fine. 

Ominis: 

To be honest, he kind of already knew. 

Or he at least knew SOMETHING was up. 

Just like how MC has spidey sense, Ominis has his own sense, so to speak. AKA knowing when his friends are out doing something stupid. 

So, “Mom-friend” senses, basically. 

At first, he’s pretty concerned. I mean, he’s heard about all of the crazy things Spider-man does and to know that it's MC, it’s a little worrying. 

But all goes well and really, Ominis is just super proud of MC for what he’s doing. Ominis has always had a strong sense of morality and believes that you should try and help those who can’t help themselves. 

It was just great to know that someone else was trying hard to do the same thing. 

Garreth: 

You think Sebastian was surprised? Wait until you hear about Garreth. 

He found out completely by accident. He came over to hang out and suddenly MC was crawling through the window in a Spider-Man suit. 

CRAWLING THROUGH THE WINDOW IN A SPIDER-MAN SUIT!!

RIP the Lego Death star

He almost screamed, to be honest. He hates spiders. (also he had no idea who was literally crawling THROUGH THE WINDOW!!) 

But then MC rips off his mask and tries to calm him down before he grabs the attention of the people downstairs. 

A billion questions, honestly. Garreth would not shut up. But he was just so curious!! 

To be honest, he thinks MC is more brave for getting bit by a spider and not freaking out than going and fighting bad guys. 

Because obviously spiders = worse than bad guys. 

Weasley logic. 

Leander:

He thought it was a prank at first, honestly. 

Like a really elaborate, well-thought-out, somehow MC managed to crawl on the walls kind of prank. 

Then he realized he was absolutely being an idiot for thinking that this could be some sort of a prank and then he kinda freaked out. 

I meannn, Spider-Man is kinda his idol, you know?? 

And the fact that he knows MC personally? Wow. That’s the kind of stuff he’d write in his diary about. 

He always wants to hear about what MC is doing out there in the suit. Sometimes he forgets to be concerned because he thinks it's just so cool. 

He's a fanboy fr

Amit:

Terribly worried at first, nerdy about it later. 

MC accidentally practically scared Amit’s skeleton out of his skin when he came crawling in on the ceiling. 

MC’s defense was “It’s fun” as Amit was quite literally clutching his chest and hyperventilating. 

After the initial scare, he asked so many questions. And once he was sure MC was completely safe, then the nerdy questions started rolling in. 

Who modified the spider that bit MC? What abilities and powers did MC have now?? 

Then after MC is like “Uhh I have no idea it was a random spider” of course, Amit has to investigate this himself. 

He finds all of the info overnight, basically, and helps MC reach his full potential. 

Best boy ever tbh.

[spideynonsense]

Who's your favorite spider man or spider woman?

I love this question but I can never give a straight answer. I think it’s either Miles Morales or Gwen Stacy (basic answer, I know 😅 I’m sorry).

I think it’s ultimately because we get to see their stories the most in the spider-verse movies, so they just feel like more fleshed out characters. I also feel like I’ve grown up with them, so I can relate to them a lot. And they both have really cool style. If you look at my account, you can tell I really love the Earth-65 aesthetic.

Now, if we’re talking about the live action spideys: they are all so great I can’t choose 😓.

[stuck-in-2012]

A proper Christman gift

S01E03 Doomed

“I made an exact mashed potato replica of principal coulson!” Sam smiled as he held out the faux head on a tray.

“...and a potato sculptor,” Peter thought to himself.

S01E09 Field Trip

“Hey check it out!” Sam turns over his shoulder to show the coloured sketch he drew to Peter. “Pretty cool right? I’m gonna see if Fury will pay for the spikes.”

S01E17 Snow Day

“Uhh my bad.” Sam frowned down at Luke as he dumped out the sand he intended to use on his now ruined sculpture.

S02E02 Electro

“You just got own-dizzled, old style!” Sam held out the large paper he'd been using for the game of pictionary.

AKA: no one talks about how much of an artist Sam is! / The first holiday episode made me mad, so I added a happy ending.

“Bunny slippers are just… ach!”

Danny and Peter made eye contact at Sam’s reaction. Pete had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing and spoiling everything, though he could see the tiny hint of mischief in Danny's smile.

After getting the oversized hat, Peter looked back at Sam’s disgruntled face, allowing himself to snerk and giggle. Sam made a glare and went to lash out at Pete being an ass but was cut off when Danny also gave a small huff. Peter took off the hat, smiled, and reached behind the couch. “Dude, we’re not that mean.”

Pete pulled out a large wrapped object. At seeing the colourful paper, Sam shoved the gag-gift and box onto the floor. The boy was skeptical given the relation between Spidey and Nova, but Danny was in on it too -and Peter said “we”- so Sam had some trust that whatever was in this box would actually be a gift. The fact that it was a semi large box didn’t hurt his intrigue, either. The box was about two by one foot but only three inches tall, give or take.

Peter stepped over to Sam's place on the couch and handed him the box, Sam's hand bobbed down, surprised at the weight. Not heavy, but heavi-er�� than he was expecting. Peter and Danny both had beaming smiles, they almost seemed more excited for Sam’s gift than he was.

“Ya gonna open it or what?” Ava snarked.

Sam rolled his eyes at her and tore into the paper. The first satisfying shred exposed a leathery texture. Sam ran his fingers over the surface, again surprised, before continuing. Revealed, was a large though thin case with golden coloured clasps and handle to carry.

“A brief case?” Sam had no issues this evening sharing displeasure.

“It’s what's inside the case, moron.” May nudged Peter lightly at his insult.

“We do believe you will be rather fond of its contents.” Danny’s smile had only grown bigger as the case was unveiled.

Sam flipped the latches in sinque and leant back as though something would jump out at him. He opened the case a crack to get a preview of what may be inside and was greeted with some odd shapes and bright colours. When the case was open fully, one would think it was full of cash with how Sam’s face lit up in wonder. His jaw dropped gently as his eyes practically sparkled.

“ih… It’s ok if you don’t like it.” Peter’s brow knit with worry.

Sam slammed the case closed and hugged it to his chest. “Don’t you dare!” He gave Peter a noticeably exaggerated expression of ‘I’m warning you’ and gave an extra lean away for emphasis.

“What is it, Sam?” May asked, almost coy. She knew of Peter's plan to do a gag gift but wasn’t aware of what the proper gift was.

Sam stumbled over words as an unbreakable smile stretched across his face. Not able to get out any coherent words, he opened the case back up and lay it flat on his lap. All along one side was a smooth gradient of coloured pencils. Stretched across the bottom, another pallet of oil paint tubes. White and metallic ink pens, oil pastels, a paint brush array, and collection of charcoal and graphite pencils.

“Damn,” Luke dragged out in approval.

Excited at Sam’s joy over something he did, Peter bounced with an open smile. “Oh it gets better.” Sam looked over in excitement and bafflement. How could this get even better?! “You see the little loops in the middle of the bottom? Pull.”

Sam did as instructed and the inside came out and split into two supported shelves. Underneath was again a full pallet of water colour paints and fancy markers. Sam sputtered and floundered over all the supplies.

“Sorry the top doesn’t open, too.” Peter teased apologetically.

Sam sputtered and waved his hands over the rainbows in his lap looking at Peter with a gleeful face. He, May, and Danny laughed happily at Sam’s reaction to the gift. Sam’s hands hovered over the different supplies, hesitant to disturb the pristine packaging each different material had.

Ava gave a light laugh as she said, “I think you broke him.”Sam sent a heatless glare at the girl before finally audibly laughing. He gave Peter and May an inquisitive look before giving a reverse not in Danny’s direction at the realization. This was no doubt expensive. There's no way the Parkers would be able to afford it without some juggling or over time but thankfully Pete went to Danny about it. If just Peter had busted his ass to make the cash, Sam would take it with no hesitation but seeing as May seemed in on everything, Sam didn’t like the idea of her putting in so much extra effort for something so frivolous. But Danny’s loaded, so forget all of that.

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Watched Across the Spiderverse, got hooked, wrote fic, made fanart that went with fic. Tale as old as time. Enjoy!

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Dammit.

Dammit!

Gwen threw her mask off on what should have been Miles’ bed. Her Miles’ bed. But it wasn’t, just like all the other ones she’d tried and tried for hours. It wasn’t like Miles would only be in his room, or his apartment. He could be anywhere in New York. God, he could be anywhere in New York. How could she have been so stupid?

Before, she could sense him from universes away. Now, she couldn’t sense him at all. 

You were right, Gwen.

You should have never come to see me. 

Gwen bit back tears. The look he’d given her before falling off the highway in Nueva York was burned into her memory. He was mad at her, he had been betrayed by her, and she couldn’t fucking find him. He was in danger, and she would be the last person he would reach to for help. 

Bzzzzzzzzzz.

She jumped out of her stupor. This was a familiar spidey-sense-buzz, Miles was here! He— 

Wait. 

No, he wasn’t. 

Her heart sank. It was close, tantalizingly close. But it wasn’t Miles. This was a different spider’s signal. 

“—someone in there.”

And they were coming this way.

Though it was late, she couldn’t just blend into the shadows. Miles’ room was all packed up, his furniture wrapped in plastic, his action figures stuffed into boxes. It wasn’t like she could turn invisible. New plan: she scrambled to the window, fiddling for the lock — and came up empty. But this window opens. She’d opened it before, and this was the exact same— no, it wasn’t. 

“—my old room—”

It wasn’t the exact same place, it was an alternate dimension. Of course. And in this specific dimension, the windows don’t open, so she’ll never be able to make it out before—

“Excuse me?”

BZZZZZZZZZZZ!!

Her fellow spiders had arrived. Standing in the doorway was a woman in her late twenties, with longish bleach-blonde hair, and a man about the same age with thick locs and glasses. Who looked exactly like Miles. 

A little too much like Miles.

“Whoa.” The man looked shocked. “Another Spider-Person! You look… exactly like Gwen. Why do you look exactly like Gwen? Did you have a sister you never told me about, or—”

“No, of course not.” The woman — also Gwen, said, assessing the situation. She was also named Gwen? She kinda looked like her… wait, if he looked and sounded a lot like Miles, and she looked and sounded a lot like Gwen, then…

Oh, god. It was her and Miles. From an alternate dimension. 

“I’m not crazy, right? You see it too?” The man, no, Other-Miles, gestured with his hands just like her Miles did. Does. 

“Yep,” she said. She turned her attention back to Gwen. “Sorry, are you… me?”

“Yes! And also no.” She shuffled her feet, not knowing what else to do. “So, yeah. I am Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman… from a different dimension.”

A moment of silence. They looked at each other. They looked back at her. “Oh. Okay.”

“Wow, you guys are remarkably chill with this.”

Other-Miles put a hand around Other-Gwen’s waist. A pang of feelings hit Gwen’s gut like a brick. He could just do that in this universe? “Well,” he said, “we’ve been Spider-Man and Woman for like… twelve years now, so we’re used to weird shit.”

“Yep.”

“Cool, um… so, I’m sure you both are wondering why I’m here right now,” she said with half-assed finger guns.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Okay, so.” She sat crosslegged on the room’s bed. “Multiverse is real. A bunch of Spider-people from a whole bunch of universes got together to protect the multiverse.”

Other-Miles sits beside her. “And they didn’t invite us?”

…

Even he got a watch?

God, even though he’s half-joking, Other-Miles’ questioning almost makes Gwen burst into tears. Of course every multiversal version of Miles Morales wants to be invited. Wants to be visited. Wanted to know why his friends didn’t visit. 

Other-Gwen raises an eyebrow. Gwen swallows hard, willing her eyes to stop burning. “Only issue, the leader of this alliance is this guy named Miguel, who is insane. He’s so scared of disrupting the multiverse, when it’s really this guy, Spot, who does it with his portals. Spot is this villain guy, by the way. Ruptures holes in space-time. Anyway, Miles…” 

Other-Miles squints quizzically. She swallows hard. “My Miles isn’t even from my dimension. I accidentally got launched into his through science shenanigans, we met, and we just… clicked.”

Other-Gwen sits at Other-Miles’ feet, holding his hands. “That sounds awfully familiar.” 

He laughs. Gwen hurts a little more. 

“But we were separated. Each back to our own universe. Anyway, months pass. My dad tried to… arrest me after I revealed my spider-ness to him, and I was terrified, but Miguel took me in. I got a watch that let me transport between universes, and… and I wanted to visit Miles so badly… but I didn’t.”

Gwen covered her mouth and turned away. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. 

“Why not?” It was Other-Gwen. She'd laid a hand on her knee, ready to listen. 

God, she's a saint.

“Because Miguel said he was an anomaly, and I wasn’t allowed to,” Gwen said, choking up. “He wasn’t supposed to be Spider-Man in his universe, even though he’s a great Spiderman.” Her floodgates open. “Like, he’s just so kind, and gentle, and he puts other people before himself, sometimes too much, and he’s just so sweet.” 

Gwen sobbed for a moment. She caught the two of them exchanging another glance. They each took one of her hands, and Other-Miles slides off the bed to match his partner. 

“And I had that watch for months and I didn’t visit him. Then, when I finally did, I didn’t tell him why I didn’t visit, or that I was actually on a mission or anything. I just showed up, and, and he looked so happy, but when he stood up to Miguel and stuff he found out everything, and he, he…” Gwen wiped her tears on her shoulder. “You should have seen how hurt he looked. I’ve given him so much pain. I even chased him, tried to get him put in jail because he was an anomaly, and that’s just what happens to anomalies. He was one of the best friends I’ve ever had, and I just… I just chased him. Didn’t go to him when he needed me most, didn’t support him when he needed me most, and now, he’s somewhere in the multiverse, and he’s in danger, and I can’t find him, and I don’t know if he’d even want me looking for him!”

Gwen ripped her hands from theirs and pounded the bed before curling into a ball and grabbing her hair. “I’m such an idiot. I… I don’t know where he is, or if he’s safe or anything. Maybe he won’t even talk to me…”

In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.

Whether she meant falling to her death or falling in love, she wasn’t sure. 

And, in every other universe, it doesn’t end well. 

No, it certainly didn’t.

“I’m so sorry,” Other-Miles said after a little while. “C’mere.”

Then, Other-Miles and Other-Gwen took her by the forearms, pulled her off the bed, and into a hug.

Gwen couldn't help but collapse. 

After so many hours of tension, Gwen finally relaxed. Into the hug, and into her sobs. They just held her and held her as she cried and cried. Something inside Gwen rejected this. She doesn’t deserve kindness, not after everything she’s done. Miles needs this hug much more than she does. Wherever the hell he is. 

If he lets her, she would want to hug him exactly like this. 

Other-Gwen rubbed circles on her back. “You must have been holding onto this for a long time. You must be so scared.”

Gwen just nods. 

Other-Gwen leans out of the hug. “Why don’t we figure it out over some tea?”

Gwen wiped away her tears, finally taking in the world around her. “Isn’t it, like, midnight for you guys right now?”

“Nah, it’s about eleven.” Other-Miles hopped to his feet and twirled towards the door, finger-guns blazing. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the two of us decaf.” 

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“Kingpin brought you to his world?” Other-Gwen said, listening intently. The two of them had insisted she stayed for a while and tell them her whole life story, despite her protests that she clearly must keep going, and no, she’s not going to burn out, thank you very much.

“Yep! I mean, he ran the supercollider. He didn’t mean to bring me in. Anyway, somehow, when I was launched from the portal, I emerged into Miles’ dimension a week before the collider had even run.”

“You time-travelled?” Other-Miles’ voice echoed from the kitchen.

“I guess? I still have no idea how it happened. But I appear in this new dimension, and, of course, I have no idea what happened or what to do. So, I let my spidey-sense guide me.”

“Spideysense?” Other-Gwen asked.

From the kitchen: “I told you that was a good name for it!”

“Yeah, the entire rest of the Spiderverse calls it spidey-sense.”

“Fine, you win this one. We’ll call it spidey-sense.” Other-Gwen sighed. “Am I the only one who feels like this is ridiculous?”

“Yup,” he said, popping the p. “Continue, little Gwen.”

“Little Gwen?”

“Yeah, to differentiate."

“I’m not little,” she said with a huff. “I’m sixteen.”

“Well, I’m twenty-five, so… little Gwen.” She patted her head. 

Is it too early for me to want her to adopt me so BADLY? 

“You were saying, you travelled back in time, didn’t know what to do,—”

“Yeah, and so, I let my spidey-sense guide me to this one hoity-toity academy in Brooklyn… you guys have Brooklyn, right? Yeah, so I’m just at this academy and…” She tucked some hair behind her ear. “I meet him. Miles. He was funny and kind, and… like I said, we just clicked.”

“And, like I said, sounds awfully familiar.” she said, smiling. “How long have you guys been together for?”

“Oh! Um, we’re not actually together together, y’know? We’re more… friends right now, we haven’t really, um…” her face felt really hot all of a sudden. “Are you two… dating?”

“Dating? We’re not dating.” 

Gwen felt utterly stupid. Then why were they living together? In Miles’ parent’s apartment, no less? Other-Gwen brought her hand up beside her face and wiggled her fingers, showing off a beautiful ring on her—

Oh.

Oh.

“You two are MARRIED?!” Gwen still felt stupid, just in a different way. “You guys can just… live together.” 

“Yeah.”

“And have been for a long time.”

“Our second anniversary is in a month.”

“Without any tragic consequences.”

Other-Gwen raised an eyebrow. “…yes.”

So, all this time, there was a universe where Gwen Stacy and Miles Morales, Spider-Man, lived happily ever after? Where Gwen Stacy survived long enough to get married? Where she never had to worry about being too close to somebody, as it would inevitably end in tragedy?

She hadn’t realized she started crying again until Other-Gwen pulled her in. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Gwen opened her mouth to speak but figured it wasn’t very helpful to tell this Gwen that most of the multiverse’s Gwen Stacies are dead. “I don’t know,” she settled with, “everything.”

The electric kettle let out a chorus of dings from the kitchen. “Well, if you’re crying at the thought of us getting married,” said Other-Miles, grabbing various tea supplies from the cupboards, “Imagine being me, at the end of that aisle, realizing I was about to marry that goddess of a woman right there.”

Other-Gwen smiled and rolled her eyes. “Honey!”

“What? You were there! I was blubberin’ like a baby! I was tryin’ to hold myself together during the vows but I was really falling apart—”

Gwen slapped a hand on her mouth to stop another sob, which, of course, didn’t work. They were married. They’d made vows to each other. All her guilt somehow swirled into pure heartache.

“Aw, c’mere.” Other-Gwen put her arms around her again. 

Other-Miles appeared with two mugs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel upset.” He handed her one. “Here.”

Gwen hesitated. “Is this—”

“English Breakfast with a spoonful of honey?”

“How did you know?”

He only smiled. “Plus a squeeze of lemon juice.”

“Why not milk?” Gwen smirked. “I usually have milk?”

Other-Gwen put a hand on her shoulder somberly. “You’re gonna want to lay off the milk around now. Your gut will thank you.”

“But I’m not lactose— I’m not lactose intolerant.”

Other-Gwen grimaced. She brought her voice down to a whisper, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

Gwen took a moment of silence for all the cheeses, yogurts, and other treats she’d have to discontinue from her diet. Then, she realized that was stupid and there were bigger things at stake here. 

They must have also gotten that memo. “Okay,” said Other-Miles, “What’s the plan here, little Gwen?”

She took a sip of her tea. It was perfect. “So, Margo, a.k.a. Spiderbyte, a.k.a. Tech Wiz Extraordinaire, is trying to remotely gain access to the Go-Home Machine’s history in order to find out where Miles went. In the meantime, the group of us have split up in an effort to find him more manually. As evident, it hasn’t worked. So, we’re just gonna keep hoping through universes until we find him.” 

“That’s a good plan…” he said, “I think, I don’t know a few of those words. I was thinking more about the plan of talking to your Miles.”

She sighed. “Yeah, that’s the part I’m sort of dreading.”

“Forgive us for getting to the personal side, but you can’t blame us for really hoping you two work out.” Other-Gwen put down her mug, then clapped her hands. "So, you kept things secret from him. That’s in the past. Can you change the past?”

“…No.”

“What can you change?”

Gwen sighed. “The future.”

“Exactly. I know it’s difficult not to— did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“No, it’s just—”

“Just what?” Other-Gwen raised an eyebrow. It was the Jessica-Jones look, the Rio-Morales look, the look that burned into you from the inside out. 

Gwen pulled into herself. “It’s just that… I don’t know, everyone keeps telling me that. But it doesn’t mean it works.”

“You sure you don’t want to give it another try?”

“Ugh, I’ve already given it a thousand tries.”

Other-Gwen opened her mouth to reprimand but stopped herself with a deep breath. “Okay, if that won’t work, let’s try a different approach. Let’s look at apologizing like it’s…” She scanned the room for inspiration, then lit up. “Like it’s a ballet!” 

She took Gwen’s hands and yanked her to her feet. Twenty-five-year-old Gwen Stacy may have been stockier, but boy, was she buff. Are those the biceps I’m gonna have when I get older? Gwen thought. Damn.

“Okay. Imagine you’re onstage, or in the studio, whatever makes you more comfortable.”

Gwen started stretching from top to bottom in a routine she’d done a million times. She hadn’t done ballet in a while, being Spider-Woman and all. It felt nice to return to some sense of normalcy. 

“We’re gonna get into first.” Other-Gwen put her shoulders back and heels together. “After all, what’s the first step of ballet?”

Gwen mirrored her pose. “Getting a good physical therapist.”

“Hardy har. What’s the second step of ballet, then?”

“Having confident feet.”

“Right. ‘Cause if you don’t know where your feet are…”

“You’ll never make it as a dancer.”

Other-Gwen broke from her refined pose. “…that’s the way your teacher phrased it?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s sad. Anyway, it’s your foundation. You need’em, otherwise, you’re not going anywhere. It’s the same with apologizing,” she said, putting her feet in second position and fixing her posture. “Let’s establish the facts, let’s plant our feet. What are the facts behind this?”

Gwen moved to second position. “I hurt Miles.”

“Try a different fact. Try third. What happened?”

To third. “I was accepted into the Spider Society, and got a watch with the ability to transport to multiple universes, including his. But when I got the watch, I was told not to visit, as he was a threat to the multiverse. So I didn’t — for months.”

“Move to fourth.”

To fourth. “When I finally got a mission to Earth-1610, his universe, I broke protocol and visited him. But I didn’t tell him I was on a mission, or that he was deemed an anomaly, or,” to fifth, “that someone close to him was supposed to die, and he was supposed to let it happen.”

“He was supposed—” Other-Gwen’s eyes widened. “You didn’t even tell us that happened. That’s fucked. Sorry, screwed up.”

“You don’t have to— yeah.” Gwen pliéd from fifth. ”I can’t believe I didn’t tell him. Every single person in the Spider Society, including me, believed that death had to happen for the multiverse to stay together, and he was the only person who fought against it.”

“Can confirm that that’s seriously fucked up,” said Other-Miles, not looking up from his sketchbook. “Oh, by the way, I just got this out, I hope you don’t mind. Yeah, totally fucked. I’d do the same if it were me.”

Other-Gwen moved back to first. “Did you try and stop him?”

She sighed. “Yes. Because I thought that if I didn’t, the multiverse would fall apart. Which it wouldn’t, I see how little sense it makes now.”

“Sounds like you’re ready to set it up for the pirouette,” Other-Gwen said with a small smile,  bringing a foot forward. “Remember, the guilt may be eating you up from the inside, but you hurt him. Not that your feelings don’t matter, they absolutely do. It’s just that his feelings are the ones being prioritized right now.”

“So, something like…” Gwen brings her foot forward to match. “I wanted to protect you, but, in doing so, I made you feel unwanted. No, not unwanted. I made you feel betrayed, alone, and not good enough.”

“Okay, now you follow through.”

She sets up for the pirouette. “I didn’t mean to make you feel this way—”

“Try it again. Put his feelings first.”

Gwen got ready for another pirouette. But she couldn’t continue. “…I don’t really know what to say.”

“Just follow through with what you said before. Do another spin.”

“Uh… I made you feel terrible about yourself, and that wasn’t okay.” She touched down from the pirouette and began doing all kinds of jumps and footwork, letting her muscle memory lead the way. “You don’t deserve that. You deserved to know the truth about everything from the start. You deserved a civil conversation on an equal playing field about what was going to happen. You deserved to have a say.”

Other-Gwen backed away, leaving the living room floor to her variant. Gwen fell into the routine from one of her old shows — step, touch, kick, touch. “I’m sorry, Miles, for everything. For not telling you what I should’ve.” Step, step, jump. “For not considering your point of view.” Step, jump. “For not believing you.” Step, touch, step. “For betraying your trust when you needed it most.”

…

Other-Miles and Other-Gwen looked on. “Well,” Other-Gwen said after a moment, “where’s the rest of the routine?”

“Oh, uh,” Gwen said, falling from her practiced pose, “after this is the leap. Where I jump to my dance partner and they catch me. Oh my God, wait. Wait, wait.”

“What?”

“That’s such a neat coincidence. A leap at the end. A leap of faith.”

Other-Miles gasped. “That’s such good symbolism! The leap of faith! ‘Cause this whole thing is a— whoa.”

“You do leap at the end of this, don’t you? Well, just remember. The dance partner, in this case, is you.” Other-Gwen put a supportive hand on her shoulder. “You’ve got to remember to catch yourself on the way down. You’re not a monster. You’ve made a mistake, but you’re not a terrible person. That is evident by how you’re working on yourself and making a promise to change your behaviour later.”

“Wow,” Gwen said. “Where’d you learn all this?”

“Therapy.”

“Oh.”

“Also,” said Other-Miles, “give him some time to figure it all out. Don’t expect an answer right away.”

“You can afford therapy for the both of you? In NYC?”

“Eh, we kinda flicker in and out when we can.” He put down his sketchbook. “It’s more like I like having time to work my thoughts out, and… y’know, I’m Miles, he’s Miles.” He splayed his fingers and mashed them together to emphasize his point of being one and the same. 

“That is helpful. Thank you.” She took a deep breath in. “Thank you both, honestly, so much. I feel a lot better now and am filled with a lot less dread.”

“Hooray for less dread!” Said Other-Miles from the couch. He was back to being nose-deep in his sketchbook, felt-tip-pen behind the ear and everything. 

Gwen smiled. Some things never change.

“Well, little Gwen,” Big Gwen said, ruffling her hair, “You got any more personal problems you need help working out, or do you just want to sit and finish your tea?”

She plunked herself back on the couch. “I don’t know, do you guys have any more… helpful pieces of advice? I guess?”

“Hm…” Other-Gwen picked up her tea and took a sip. “Here: It’s Mr. Morales and Mrs. Morales. Until at least a year of dating."

“Yeah, Gwennie found out the hard way that you don’t casually call my parents by their first names. They’re kinda sticklers for that.” He took his brush pen out from behind his ear and put the cap on it. “You haven’t met them yet, right?”

She pursed her lips. “No, I haaaaaaaave.”

“And did you—“ he said. Gwen nodded. “Oh. Oh no.”

Other-Gwen was quick to stop that negative thought spiral. “Hey, don’t worry, don’t worry. There’s still plenty of time for a better impression, so just apologize the next time you see them and it should all turn out okay.” 

“I have another question, kind about that, but it may be a bit weird.”

“Ask away.”

"Are they — the Moraleses — both… alive in your universe? Like, why do you guys have their place?”

“God, little Gwen, how has your universe been treating you? Yes, they’re both alive. My dad was caught in some rubble one time, but he’s fine now. He just needs a wheelchair to get around, so the elevator breaking down every now and again wasn’t just an inconvenience anymore.”

“But by the time that happened, we’d been talking about moving in together anyway, so they just moved downstairs.” Her smile softened. “You can go say hi to them if you want, they know about the Spider stuff.”

“And is my dad— our dad— forget it. Is Captain Stacy alive?”

“Captain Stacy? Pffft.” Other-Gwen rolled her eyes. “He’s a math teacher.”

Gwen’s head was spinning now. Not only was there a universe where her and Miles were living together, happily married, but Captains Morales and Stacy were alive. 

Miguel’s theory was bullshit. 

Miguel’s theory was bullshit!

“What theory? What’s wrong?” Said Other-Miles, grabbing her forearm.

Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Her mind had been suitably blown tonight, but she didn’t want this Miles to know his father was supposed to die, or tell this Gwen their relationship working out perfectly was a statistical miracle. 

But they both were looking at her expectantly, with all the openness in the world. Maybe these two didn’t need to beat up their villains. Maybe they just talked them out of it. 

But before Gwen could explain everything, her watch dinged, with a message. 

From Margo.

“She’s found him! Earth-42!” She jumps from the couch and begins fiddling with Hobie’s watch.

“They found him?”

BWOOSH! A collage-like portal appears in front of her. “Yep!” 

Other-Miles and Other-Gwen ignore all the swirling junk and newsprint that used to be their living room. They just stand and look at her.

“What?”

Other-Gwen smiles sheepishly. “Can we get one last thing before you go?”

“I guess, uh-OOF!” They pull her in for one more hug.

“Sorry, couldn’t letcha leave without one,” she says. 

He gives her a kiss on the forehead, and they both let go. “Good luck out there, little Gwen.” 

Gwen smiles. “Thank you for the tea. And everything else.”

Other-Gwen gives her a two-fingered salute. “No problem, Spider-Woman.”

“Now, go kick some ass!”

“Miles.”

“And give a meaningful apology. But don’t forget to kick ass on the way,” he said with a wink.

Gwen snorts. “Of course.”

She gives her multiverses selves a wave. God, this day has been wild. She leaps into the portal headfirst. She leaps like she’s onstage in a ballet, performing a routine she’d rehearsed thousands of times. She leaps with the knowledge that her dance partner will be right there to catch her. 

In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.

And, in every other universe, it is beautiful. 

———————--

Both of them wait until the portal’s been closed for a few moments before saying anything. 

The living room is a mess. The door to Miles’ old room is open. There’s an extra mug on the ottoman. 

Other than that, there’s no record that all that was all real.

“What the fuck,” is all she can say. 

Miles flops on the couch. “Oh my God, Gwen.” 

“What the… even for Spider-people standards, that was— whew! That was so weird!”

“Gwen—” 

“There’s another you, and another me, and we’re teenagers, and angsty as hell, and there’s a whole bunch of other Spiderpeople, some fuck named Miguel who’s screwing it all up, a- and the multiverse is collapsing?” She sighed. “Also, the multiverse is real, that’s new.”

“…Gwennie?” 

Miles was looking up at her with those puppy-dog eyes — the same look when he first told her he wanted to marry her, and when he did marry her — a look with so much love it almost made her sick. 

It didn’t take much these days.

“What’s wrong, honeybun?” She sat down next to him, and their arms gravitated around each other. Just like flips and death-defying maneuvers, having each other close was an instinctual reflex.

He let the silence hang as his eyes grew glossy. He grabbed his sketchbook and passed it to her.

Inside was a pen-and-marker sketch of her and Little Gwen. They were in matching poses, mid-pirouette-prep. He’d perfectly captured the warm moment — not that she didn’t think he could. Her thoughts about his art were what she always thought.

“Amazing, just amazing.” She turned her head up to him. “What’re gonna call it?”

He leaned back to look at her. “What about The Moment I Fell in Love With My Wife All Over Again, ink on paper.”

“You say that every time!” She said, giggling.

“And I mean it every time! I’m serious, I…” he waited for her to calm down, then quickly realized it was to no avail. “I was watching you two from the couch, and you just looked like a natural up there. Helping her with stuff, talking her through it, speaking her language…”

He rested a hand on her stomach. “And I guess it just hit me, like… that’s gonna be you and me… forever… in like, what, half a year?”

“Yeah, it is.” She kissed him on the nose. “And don’t discredit the job you did out there.”

He chuckled. “I mean, if a Miles had come through the portal I could have been a little more helpful…” He closed his sketchbook. “But it was a Gwen. And she needed a Gwen.”

The sun had long since set over the Brooklyn skyline. It was there, out the window, where the portal once stood. The day had been fairly normal until Little Gwen had showed up, but it ended like so many days did — with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her waist. 

“God,” said Miles, in that low whisper that spelt safety, “I think I could make a million paintings about how I feel about everything and you right now, and it wouldn’t nearly be enough.”

She squirmed to one side to get a good look at him. “Wow, Miles Morales." She poked him on the nose. “Do you have a crush on me?”

He got a sly look on his face before saying, “Abso-lute-ly, I do,” and burying her face in kisses.

[starseedfxofficial]

Master CCI and Statistical Arbitrage: The Secret Sauce You Need to Profit How to Master CCI and Statistical Arbitrage Without Losing Your Mind (Or Your Shirt) Alright, Forex ninjas, let's talk about something a little different today: CCI (Commodity Channel Index) and statistical arbitrage. Before you roll your eyes and think, "Great, another overly complicated trading strategy I won't use," let me assure you—what I'm about to share is a game-changing blend of math, intuition, and a touch of ninja magic. So, sit back, get comfortable, and let’s turn that confusion into confidence (and maybe a little profit while we're at it). CCI's Real Power Most traders look at CCI as just another oscillator, a footnote in a textbook they skimmed during a free trial of an online course. But I’m here to let you in on a little secret: CCI is an underrated gem when it comes to spotting hidden opportunities in the Forex market. It’s like that strange-looking tool in your toolbox that you’ve never used, but when you finally figure out what it’s for, it saves you a ton of time—and maybe even keeps your thumb intact. The Commodity Channel Index, or CCI, measures price deviations from the statistical mean, basically giving you a heads-up when something’s about to go haywire. Imagine you’re walking on a bridge, and suddenly you hear a loud creak—that’s CCI telling you that something's about to break, either in your favor (cha-ching) or not (uh-oh). Now, most traders just use CCI to identify overbought or oversold levels. But here's where we turn things up a notch: CCI can help pinpoint divergences with stunning accuracy when you pair it with a bit of statistical magic. Picture this: you spot a divergence between CCI and price action, just as your neighbor is about to tell you how his cousin’s forex “sure thing” went belly-up. That's the moment when your Spidey-sense should be tingling, because an excellent trade setup could be on the horizon. The Underrated Art of Statistical Arbitrage: A Beginner’s Nightmare, A Pro’s Dream Let’s be real for a second—“statistical arbitrage” sounds like something only MIT graduates or Wall Street quants could appreciate. But let me tell you a secret that your broker would never admit: you don't need a degree in rocket science to master this. You just need a solid understanding of probabilities, correlations, and some mean-reversion magic. Statistical arbitrage is about as cool as buying ten-dollar shoes from a street vendor only to realize they’re actually Yeezys (and they're real!). It’s about finding pricing inefficiencies and riding them until equilibrium is restored—which, in Forex terms, is like waiting for the chaos of New York and London sessions to calm down and give you predictable, low-hanging fruit to harvest. To apply statistical arbitrage effectively, you want to focus on correlations between currency pairs. Think of currency pairs as dance partners at a wedding. Some pairs just can't keep away from each other—like EUR/USD and GBP/USD. When one takes a step forward, the other tends to follow. If you see one pair making a dramatic move while its “partner” seems to lag behind, congratulations—you just spotted a potential arbitrage opportunity. And the CCI? It’s your undercover agent, subtly pointing out the moments where one partner is about to make an unexpected twist. Pairing CCI With Statistical Arbitrage Here's the juicy part: when you combine CCI with statistical arbitrage, you create a sophisticated strategy that blends momentum with mean reversion—essentially getting the best of both worlds. Imagine a car with a jet engine and wings—you've got speed, lift, and way more excitement than anyone expected. Step-by-Step Game Plan: - Identify Correlated Pairs: First, grab your favorite correlation tool and determine which currency pairs are highly correlated. Let’s say we have EUR/USD and GBP/USD with a strong positive correlation. - Look for Divergences: Monitor the CCI for each of these pairs. What you're looking for are divergences—if EUR/USD is hitting an overbought level but GBP/USD’s CCI is in the oversold zone, that's like getting a text from the future saying, "Hey, something's about to happen!" - Time Your Entry: Use the divergence as your entry signal. If CCI tells you EUR/USD is overbought and GBP/USD is oversold, you could consider a strategy where you short EUR/USD and go long on GBP/USD simultaneously. - Manage Risk Wisely: Keep your positions tight—like your belt after Thanksgiving. Always remember that trading, especially with statistical arbitrage, involves calculated risks. Use stop-losses and keep position sizes modest to avoid big blowouts. Common Pitfalls Most Traders Fall Into (And How To Dodge Them) If you’ve been around the Forex block, you know there are some traps almost every trader falls into. Let's dissect a few, so you’re not the one buying a $20 haircut that ends up costing you a fortune in public embarrassment: 1. Assuming Correlations Are Forever: Correlations are like relationships—they’re dynamic, they change, and sometimes they break down without warning. It’s critical to keep track of changing correlations and adjust your approach accordingly. Just because two pairs were correlated last month doesn't mean they'll dance together forever. Keep your eyes open and always verify correlation strength. 2. Over-Reliance on CCI: CCI is an amazing tool, but it's not a crystal ball. Traders who get starry-eyed about one indicator can end up justifying bad trades instead of recognizing weak setups. Remember, the CCI is one piece of the puzzle—pair it with solid market context and risk management strategies. 3. Forgetting About Market Fundamentals: It's easy to get lost in charts and numbers. But the truth is, fundamental news events can wipe out even the prettiest technical setups. Don’t ignore that press conference from the ECB—if the fundamentals suggest a market-shaking change, statistical arbitrage can become extremely risky. Check the news before diving in, and you'll thank yourself later. The One Simple Trick That Can Change Your Trading Mindset One last secret for those who are still with me (you get a virtual high-five for making it this far): the best trades are often the simplest ones. Sure, combining CCI and statistical arbitrage sounds sophisticated—and it is—but the key here is simplicity in execution. When you're working with these tools, don’t overthink every twist and turn. The market doesn’t move to frustrate you, it moves according to supply and demand. Let the CCI alert you to changes, use statistical arbitrage to understand relationships, and don't let the complexity of the tools intimidate you. Remember, even the most advanced setups should feel almost boring once you understand them well enough. Want to Level Up? Here’s How If you’re ready to dive deeper into advanced Forex strategies and make sense of complex concepts like a seasoned pro, check out our services: - Latest Economic Indicators and Forex News: Get exclusive, real-time updates to make your trades count at StarseedFX Forex News. - Forex Education: Dive into advanced methodologies and secret tactics at Free Forex Courses. - Community Membership: Gain access to daily alerts, insider tips, and live trading insights at StarseedFX Community. Trading is a journey, and you’re always learning. Stick around, take advantage of what’s available to you, and keep your humor intact—it makes the drawdowns a lot easier to handle. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated   Read the full article

[donnetellotheturtle]

Spider Bo Spider Bo Does Whatever A Spider Bo Does

Chapter 2

“Why was your first instinct to climb up the wall?” Sorcha yelled.

Bo shrugged from their place on the ceiling. “I don’t know. Just felt like it.”

“Get down from there before you break the ceiling open.”

“Fine…if I can figure it out.”

“Bo.”

They chuckled and tried to concentrate on unsticking. Then they fell directly onto sorcha. Sorcha yelled out as she was thrown to the ground under her sibling. There was a silence for a second, then the two laughed.

“Dude. You have powers.”

“So it seems I do…wanna use them irresponsibly?”

“Like you had to ask.”

The two looked up at a tall building, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

“You should climb up that backwards, freak some people out.” Sorcha said.

“I barely know how to do it normal.” Bo laughed. “But what I can do…” Bo pulled up the hood of their jacket. If the police were called, they didn’t want to be caught. They climbed up, looking for a pole to jump on. Luckily there was a light not far from the building.

This could either go really good or really bad, they thought. Sorcha was right there though. They jumped to the light post and stuck to it, hanging.

Sorcha screamed and then laughed. “God you’re dumb! Can you pull yourself up?”

Bo nodded, then used their upper body strength. Something they had never used before outside of school and even then they couldn’t do it this well.

They perched on the pole, grinning. “This is so cool!”

“Youre like a spider!”

“Yeah…yeah I am…” they paused, jumping down and stumbling but getting their footing back in a moment. “Sorcha I think I just realized something.”

“….that tone is concerning.”

“…I think one of Mr. Harkens spiders bit me at the lab. He was doing experiments on them. I thought it was just a weird feeling but-“

“That would kind of explain the spidey powers, and the fact that you passed out for a week. If your body was being changed like some kind of comic book character it makes sense.”

Bo bit their cheek. “I’m nervous. What if it kills me?”

“if it was going to I think you’d already be dead. Lets cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?”

Bo nodded. “…it’s dinner time. What you say we stay out and get some sushi?”

“Now youre speaking my language.”

The two walked a bit down the street.

“We should talk to Link.” Sorcha said. “Hes a scientist.”

“Hes not a doctor though.” Bo said as they approached the restaurant.

“Hed be able to figure out what’s going on. Better than either of us. We’re no geniuses.”

“True.” They walked in. “It might be dangerous though. I mean, what happened to me…if it gets out…could be bad. Not just for me, for you, for anyone Im associated with.”

Sorcha paused. “…yeah…yeah you’re right…but let’s talk to uncle Damien tomorrow night. We don’t have to disclose anything but…let’s get some information. Beyond jumping and acrobatics.”

Bo curled in on themselves. Eyes flittering side to side as their brain began running away.

Sorcha kicked them under the table.

“Ow!” They rubbed their leg.

“Its gonna be okay. So stop letting your stupid head race like that. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Thanks ChaCha.”

“Yeah. By the way, I got links phone number. He’s been asking about you, and I think it would make him feel better if he got answers from you.”

“Wait. He’s been asking about me?”

“You sound excited.”

Bo blushed. “I-No. It’s just…he didn’t have to wait at the hospital.”

“He was very sweet. I think he’d be good for you. He likes you, and was concerned about you. You need friends. Beyond me.”

“Kettle meet pot.”

“Bo.”

“I’ll try. Okay?”

She smiled, and gave him Links phone number.

Link woke up in a strange place. His head felt like it was made of cotton his mouth was dry. A blur moved over him.

“Congratulations Mr. Herrons, your experiments have been deemed ready for the next phase.”

“Wh…”

A mask was placed over his mouth and nose. He breathed in chemicals, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

There were vague feelings. Electricity coursing through his body. It hurt. He couldn’t breathe. He tried to scream but it felt as if he didn’t have a mouth to scream from.

He faded in and out and he forgot the pain. He forgot the fear. All he remembered was falling asleep in his chair at work.

Link snorted awake.

He blinked, sniffling. His body hurt. Probably from the way he had been leaning over his desk. He popped his back, stretching out.

There was no one else in the lab space. Not the first time he’d woken up alone after a long night.

He checked his phone, a text from Sorcha.

“Hey Bo has your phone number. They’ll be texting you soon. ;)”

He raised an eyebrow at the winky face as he marked it as read.

“Hey, I need to repay you for staying in the hospital with me and my sister. When are you free?”

Link smiled, adding Links number into his phone before replying.

“Tomorrow, I have an hour lunch around 1…do you like pizza?”

Link thought it was too late at night for Bo to respond but surprisingly, Bo answered fairly quickly.

"I love pizza. See you tomorrow."

Link smiled to himself, hung up his lab coat, and walked out of the building.

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A03

[heartbrokenhusbandkc]

You called me today. You told me you wanted to see me. You told me that you wanted to build good memories. I obviously want to believe you so bad, but you say you don’t have time to call me once a day, that you’re really busy. How can I believe someone that left me with zero notice, I haven’t seen them in 40 fucking days, they can’t answer their phone and return a message or even read a text but today you say you wanna, be in my life bullshit. Bullshit bullshit bullshit. My Spidey senses are going off 90 to nothing telling me that you’re fucking with me. You haven’t told me the truth in months if not years. I told you that my boundary was I needed to talk to the person that supposedly wanted to be with me once a day even though we’re in a different state. I would bet my life on the fact that you don’t. And after this, I’m not going to believe a fucking word that comes out of your lying fucking mouth. I could never trust you again at all ever. You told me you’re going to get a tattoo tomorrow will you have a good time. I’m gonna go DoorDash and try and make enough money to get gas money to my other fucking job because I have all the fucking bills now and you left me and all the fucking bills Here to fucking fail. I’m not Fucking failing. I’m working a full-time job in the heat and then also since it’s an hour away gas money sucks in that truck. They get shitty gas mileage because I had to sell my car because you lied about paying rent last month or half of it you lied about paying half of it so I had to sell my car. The one that was completely reliable with less than 100,000 miles the only one I had a title for when you told me you would help with bills but then you wouldn’t remember my truck. I had the title in it and you told me bring that title inside someone will steal it and I did it and I lost my reliable transportation that day my family that day, but I didn’t lose my dignity. I will fucking overcome this bullshit that you have thrown me in. You were talking about your tattoo and the new car you’re gonna buy and all of the wonderful festivals and fairs and all the cool things that you do with your life and I am so fucking happy for you. I can’t even tell you how wonderful it is not to live with somebody who is as fake as you. You couldn’t follow me to the fucking store without traffic. You wouldn’t follow my lead if it was the last thing you did. You didn’t like your life, well, no shit you’re the one that fucking designed it. You’re the boss applesauce, you wouldn’t listen to a fucking word. I’ve said the whole time I’ve known you and frankly, I hate your fucking face so much. I hope I never hear from you the fuck again you piece of shit. I can’t fucking believe that you think that I would fucking wanna be around someone that would sell me out, stab me in the fucking back and betray me like you did, you’re fucking insane. You’re fucking nutty. You have no fucking idea how much fucking bullshit I have been through Dan and fucking day out 40 fucking days and 40 fucking nights and you would never ever think about fucking helping me in anyway and God knows I would never accept your fucking help if you were the last motherfucker on earth, you were lying no me piece of shit and I am so fucking done with you. I can’t fucking believe I answered my fucking phone you motherfucking, twat, smearing hemorrhoid fucking having don’t brush my teeth motherfucker. Fuck you.

It feels so good to have a place to write what I’m actually fucking feeling. I would love it if my wife came back to me, but we all know that that ain’t gonna fucking happen. Never been a priority. I’ll never be a priority and I don’t think for a minute that she had a fucking revel And loves me all of a sudden when we were getting off the phone she didn’t say I love you. And I am fucking done with that shit. I can honestly say I don’t fucking love you either motherfucker fuck off.

Now that that’s said, all that, if for some reason you were ever genuine or sincere, I would be the happiest, most honored husband in the whole world to take your hand again and live my life with you. But I cannot, and I will not cry anymore. I have mourned you day and day out and not been able to breathe. I refuse to be derailed by any more disinformation. I dare you to love me and I would love you to the end of this earth. Unfortunately I strongly sense that you are trying to fucking destroy me still. I don’t see anyway I could ever trust you again.

[my-weird-news]

🔥 Mind-Blowing Zendaya Facts You Won't Believe Exist! 😱

Zendaya: More Than Just Spider-Man's Sidekick So, imagine this: a dazzling starlet, like a shooting star in high heels, swishes into Hollywood, and we're all left standing there blinking, wondering if we accidentally walked into a magical realm. That's Zendaya for you! 🌟 Collaborating with Beyoncé and Taylor Swift? Check! Playing MJ in the Spider-Man flicks? Checkerooni! A show-stopping duet with Zac Efron in The Greatest Showman? Check, check, and check! Oh, and did I mention she's got more Instagram followers than you can shake a selfie stick at? But hold onto your wigs, because there's more to Zendaya than meets the eye! 1. Name Game Magic Zendaya! It rolls off the tongue like chocolate syrup on a pancake stack. She's rocking the whole one-name thing, channeling her inner Cher and Prince. I mean, if you're cool enough to rock one name, you've basically won life's golden ticket, right? 2. Siblings and Time Traveling Aunthood Zendaya’s family tree is like a complex math problem. She's an only child from one side and has five siblings from the other. But here's the plot twist: she was born an aunt! Yep, nephews and nieces older than her. Time-traveling aunt, anyone? 🕰️ 3. From Hollywood to... NBA? In an alternate universe, Zendaya could be teaching us the ABCs or slam dunking in the NBA. I can't decide if I'd pay more for an education from her or courtside seats at her basketball games. 4. Circus Extraordinaire Remember The Greatest Showman? Well, Zendaya didn't just swing by – she swung in! Doing most of her own trapeze stunts, she defied gravity like a superhero. Move over, Spidey, we've got a trapeze-rocking sensation in town! 5. Midnight and Noon Chronicles First, there was Midnight, the schnauzer. But life's a crazy rollercoaster, and Midnight made her exit. Now we have Noon, the schnauzer. It's like she's running her own doggy daycare – Midnight gets the night shift, Noon takes over during the day. 🐶 6. Alita vs. Zendaya: Battle of the Dream Roles Zendaya once auditioned for Alita: Battle Angel, but lost out to Rosa Salazar. Who'd be better? It's like choosing between chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream. Why not just have both, Hollywood? 7. Spidey's Misunderstood Casting Imagine being cast in Spider-Man but thinking you're signing up for a teen comedy set in a school. Zendaya, you've officially got the casting plot twist of the century! 8. Teen Prodigy and Script Whisperer At sweet sixteen, most of us were worried about algebra tests. Zendaya? Oh, she was starring in KC Undercover and basically rewriting the script while at it. Like, who even needs to study for finals, right? 9. Fashion Fearlessness Zendaya's parents gave her fashion freedom since she was a toddler. Yep, she was basically the original toddler influencer. She draws style inspiration from legends like Madonna, Erykah Badu, and her own dad. Fashion game strong since day one! 10. Oscars and Barbie: A Match Made in Glitter Heaven Mattel turned Zendaya's Oscars look into a limited-edition Barbie doll. It's like a sparkly dream come true – now you can recreate that Oscars night and, well, maybe throw in some Ken doll drama for extra flair. 11. Birthday Bash for a Cause Who needs cake and candles when you can launch a $50,000 fundraising campaign for women's rights? Zendaya's way of celebrating her 20th birthday is basically superhero status. 12. Veggie Lover, Pizza Enthusiast Zendaya's a vegetarian, but the catch is, she's not a huge fan of veggies. It's like being a lifeguard who's afraid of water. But hey, pizza is basically a vegetable, right? 13. Actress, Singer, and... Author? Zendaya's a triple threat, but wait, there's more! She's also an author. Her book, Between U and Me: How to Rock Your Tween Years with Style and Confidence, is like the ultimate guide to surviving those awkward years with pizzazz. 14. Superstition and Black Cats Zendaya's got her superstitions on point. Spilled salt? Check. Avoiding black cats? Check. But let's see if she's ready to cross paths with Black Cat in the MCU. Marvel, are you listening? 15. The Natural Beauty Crusader Zendaya's all about embracing the beauty within. She even posted a before-and-after pic – no Photoshop needed. Her message? Love yourself, because you're fabulous just the way you are. So there you have it, a whirlwind tour through the world of Zendaya, where the impossible becomes the everyday and the extraordinary becomes the norm. It's like living in a pop culture tornado – and we wouldn't have it any other way! 🌪️# Zendaya: More Than Just Spider-Man's Sidekick So, imagine this: a dazzling starlet, like a shooting star in high heels, swishes into Hollywood, and we're all left standing there blinking, wondering if we accidentally walked into a magical realm. That's Zendaya for you! 🌟 Collaborating with Beyoncé and Taylor Swift? Check! Playing MJ in the Spider-Man flicks? Checkerooni! A show-stopping duet with Zac Efron in The Greatest Showman? Check, check, and check! Oh, and did I mention she's got more Instagram followers than you can shake a selfie stick at? But hold onto your wigs, because there's more to Zendaya than meets the eye! 1. Name Game Magic Zendaya! It rolls off the tongue like chocolate syrup on a pancake stack. She's rocking the whole one-name thing, channeling her inner Cher and Prince. I mean, if you're cool enough to rock one name, you've basically won life's golden ticket, right? 2. Siblings and Time Traveling Aunthood Zendaya’s family tree is like a complex math problem. She's an only child from one side and has five siblings from the other. But here's the plot twist: she was born an aunt! Yep, nephews and nieces older than her. Time-traveling aunt, anyone? 🕰️ 3. From Hollywood to... NBA? In an alternate universe, Zendaya could be teaching us the ABCs or slam dunking in the NBA. I can't decide if I'd pay more for an education from her or courtside seats at her basketball games. 4. Circus Extraordinaire Remember The Greatest Showman? Well, Zendaya didn't just swing by – she swung in! Doing most of her own trapeze stunts, she defied gravity like a superhero. Move over, Spidey, we've got a trapeze-rocking sensation in town! 5. Midnight and Noon Chronicles First, there was Midnight, the schnauzer. But life's a crazy rollercoaster, and Midnight made her exit. Now we have Noon, the schnauzer. It's like she's running her own doggy daycare – Midnight gets the night shift, Noon takes over during the day. 🐶 6. Alita vs. Zendaya: Battle of the Dream Roles Zendaya once auditioned for Alita: Battle Angel, but lost out to Rosa Salazar. Who'd be better? It's like choosing between chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream. Why not just have both, Hollywood? 7. Spidey's Misunderstood Casting Imagine being cast in Spider-Man but thinking you're signing up for a teen comedy set in a school. Zendaya, you've officially got the casting plot twist of the century! 8. Teen Prodigy and Script Whisperer At sweet sixteen, most of us were worried about algebra tests. Zendaya? Oh, she was starring in KC Undercover and basically rewriting the script while at it. Like, who even needs to study for finals, right? 9. Fashion Fearlessness Zendaya's parents gave her fashion freedom since she was a toddler. Yep, she was basically the original toddler influencer. She draws style inspiration from legends like Madonna, Erykah Badu, and her own dad. Fashion game strong since day one! 10. Oscars and Barbie: A Match Made in Glitter Heaven Mattel turned Zendaya's Oscars look into a limited-edition Barbie doll. It's like a sparkly dream come true – now you can recreate that Oscars night and, well, maybe throw in some Ken doll drama for extra flair. 11. Birthday Bash for a Cause Who needs cake and candles when you can launch a $50,000 fundraising campaign for women's rights? Zendaya's way of celebrating her 20th birthday is basically superhero status. 12. Veggie Lover, Pizza Enthusiast Zendaya's a vegetarian, but the catch is, she's not a huge fan of veggies. It's like being a lifeguard who's afraid of water. But hey, pizza is basically a vegetable, right? 13. Actress, Singer, and... Author? Zendaya's a triple threat, but wait, there's more! She's also an author. Her book, Between U and Me: How to Rock Your Tween Years with Style and Confidence, is like the ultimate guide to surviving those awkward years with pizzazz. 14. Superstition and Black Cats Zendaya's got her superstitions on point. Spilled salt? Check. Avoiding black cats? Check. But let's see if she's ready to cross paths with Black Cat in the MCU. Marvel, are you listening? 15. The Natural Beauty Crusader Zendaya's all about embracing the beauty within. She even posted a before-and-after pic – no Photoshop needed. Her message? Love yourself, because you're fabulous just the way you are. So there you have it, a whirlwind tour through the world of Zendaya, where the impossible becomes the everyday and the extraordinary becomes the norm. It's like living in a pop culture tornado – and we wouldn't have it any other way! 🌪️ Read the full article

[vgilantee]

okay so. we’re looking for some shitty dudes or something idk why we decided to hunt him down but we did. While we’re asking around some peaple instead give you this sort of invitation flier to this witchcraft gathering at some park and you handed it to me and i have this issue with exclaiming loudly when i see something i find cool or i like (its embarrassing i cant control it) so i saw it and went WOAH!!! OMG!! and it got worse bc i turned to u and went I LIKE THIS :D (1/?) - 🐩

so childish i know but you said u liked how genuinely excited i got over things and so i just turned to you. And I said. “The Masking is Unmasking.” WHAT. THAT IS SO FUNNY TO ME? I don’t even know how you responded I just know i said that. ok but then we’re up somewhere high and bats start biting me (like they hated me) and i was screaminv and then SPIDERMAN COMES and hes HOT and he PATCHES ME UP AND SWINGS ME AROUND BACK HOME BUT NOW IM A SPIDERMAN TOO but then i woke up (2/2) - 🐩

dream char responded how real char would. i like when people get excited about things, not worrying about hiding it.

aYO spidey-pup hehehe

[thompsborn]

going to make a list of my reactions under the cut because i want to. do not press read more unless you want to see spoilers for the end of the main storyline in the game!!

“it’s you and me harry, just like we always wanted” the fact that that’s an actual line is driving me insane and i’m already about to cry and nothing has happened to make me cry yet

if harry dies i’m jumping off a bridge btw

wait how is this going to work?? bc peter is luring harry/venom away and miles is staying to clear the symbiotes and mj is going in to get the meteorite WHO AM I GONNA PLAY AS IS IT GONNA SWITCH BETWEEN ALL THREE ??

OK STARTING WITH MJ GOT IT

mj with a gun is always a win in my book tbh

“just a normal rock…. that can also end the world” that’s the spirit mj u GOT THIS

MJ AGAINST A FUCKING SYMBIOTE BEHEMTOH ARE U KIDDING

help i already died and its been 2 seconds

IM SO SCARED I KEEP PAUSING LMAO

I DID IT AND ONLY FIED ONCE

ok back to venomharry and peter oh god im so afraid i am So afraid

have not died as peter yet but i am pausing because im SAD

ok anyways time to keep going

nvm i died so i paused again to eat some chili and try not to cry bc i am so SCARED that harry is going to DIE i cant handle that !!! i am afraid

but i am finishing this game tonight 100% no matter what so once i finish my chili we’re trucking on no matter the potential heartbreak

i died again

YO WHAT THE THCK

fuckigngnd WINGS??? VENOM HAS WINGS NOW ??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

THATS TUCKING INSANE LOOKING AND SO COOL BUT ALSO TERRIFYING WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT FUCK IS HAPPENING

ok sorry i forgot to do this but MILES AGAINST VENOM HARRY WAS INSANE and now peter and mj are back and hARRU CAN SEE HIM AND I IMMEDIATELY WANTED TO SOB SO I PAUSED AGAIN TO TRY AND MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF FUCKING HELL IH GOD

NOO NOT HARRY BEEAKING THROUGH AND TRYING TO ASK VENOM TO LEAVE OETER ALONE OH MY GOD I CANT DO THIS

“FIGHT HARRY FIGHT” “I CANT IM DONE YOU HAVE TO—“ HAROLD OSBORN IF UOU GIVE UP IM GOING TO RIP THE UNIVERSE IN HALF WORH MY BARE FUCKGIN HANDS DONT YOU FUCKGJNG DARE

ok hi i paused again because the fuckgin raw pained desperation in peter’s voice while screaming “HARRY PLEASE” i i i icannot i cannot

“lets heal the world pete together” im gonna scream im in tears i cant do this guys

HEY NO

NO!!! NO!!!! NO PETER JUST SAID I LOVE YOU AND IF THIS IS A GOODBYE I LOVE YOU THEN IM GOING TO ACTUALLY COMMIT A FELONY

HARRY JUST SMILED AND DIDNT SAY IT BACK AND THEN BIOM?? BOOM??? METEORITE BOOM??? IS HARRY OSBORN STILL ALIVE

NO FUCK

MILES SAVE HIM PELASE

PLEASE

MILES PLEASE MILES MILES MILES

OH MY GOD IM SOBBING I FUCKGIFN SOBBING HARRYS ALOVE MILES SAVED HIM HARRY OSBORN IS ALIVE

deadass i have Many Tears On My Face

miles helping peter carry harry to the ambulance bc peter is so fucking hurt and weak i cant

this game is so fucking good

UH FUCK YOU NORMAN FOR YELLING AT PETER “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM” SAVED HIM YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

wait no harry’s in a coma now ??? TRACES OF BRAIN ACTIVITY??? oh hod oh jesus christ

is this how norman’s gonna green goblin himself is he gonna blame spidey while trying to find another cure for harry

THE G-SERUM OH FUCKING CALLED IT

mj !!!! MJ!!!!!!!! THE NEW NORMAL!!! YES BITCH FUCK YES FUCK YEAH MJ FUCK YEAH

omg rio hailey ganke miles peter and mj all at may’s house i i. i. AND PETER DONATING STUFF FROM MAYS HOUSE AND

ok but what about miles’ essay

OH MY GOD NO PETER W THE EMILY-MAY FOUNDATION SET UP IN THE GARAGE IM

i have been nonstop crying for literally actually 15 minutes

HUH???? peter talk to miles abotu what ??

GO BE PETER PARKER FOR AWHILE

the hug ))):

WAIT SO IS PETER TAKING A STEP BACK FROM SPIDER-MAN THEN ???? LIKE IS HE FULLY RETIRING OR JJST TAKING A BREAK??

there has to be more

NOOOO WHAT THATS THE END???

there’s gotta be an end credit scene with that god damn g-serum

WAIT OKAY WHILE THE CREDITS PLAY HERES MY THEORIES FOR THE NEXT (assumedly) GAME:

another couple years timeskip, right? norman has been trying to perfect this g-serum for harry and bc they’re related he has to test it on himself or volunteers bc their relation means testing it on himself will give the best results or some shit like that, and it goblin-ifies him. he blames spider-man for not properly saving harry and green goblin goes after spidey as a result. at this point peter has not done any spidey-ing around since the end of this second game other than consulation stuff with miles to help miles out. miles has been working as new york’s only spider-man. peter has grown emily-may maybe not to a perfected degree but it’s successful and he’s making a living trying to better the world in the ways he always dreamed about with harry prior to the spider bite. on the side he’s been trying to put together his own cure for harry. maybe norman uses the g-serum on harry as well or maybe he doesnt but either way the green goblin(s?) become such an issue that peter has to put the suit back on for the first time in forever to 1. help miles 2. save the city 3. stop norman and 4. hopefully use his own cure to save harry

OK CREDITS ARE OVER

END CREDIT SCENE I KNEW IT WHATS HAPPENING

lol watch the end credit scene completely destroy my theory already

OTTO ??? THE DOC OF OCK????

NORMAN IS ASKING OTTO WHO THE SPIDER MEN ARE

“they ruined my son” NO THEY DIDNT YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PUT THE FUCKING SYMBIOTE TO USE IN THE FIRST PLACE

“GOOD” DAMN OTTO HOLY FUCK

“what are you writing” “the final chapter” HUH???? oh god no is this gonna lead to another sinister six but with norman oh jesus christ

THAT WAS SO GOOD THIUGH OH NY GOD

ANOTHER SCENE !!! MILES

OH FUCK THATS RIGHT

WHO IS RIO DATING WHO IS IT IS THE GAME GONNA TELL US

Awww hi hailey!! i love her sm

HIS ESSAY!!!

i love them im gonna cry

AWWW BABIES SMOOCHING I LOVE THEM

DOOR KNOCK ????

WHO IS THE GUY

ALBERT ??

DAUGHTER CINDY????????

LIKE CINDY MOON???

idk much about cindy moon to be fair i need to do some research into the comics and start reading more of them BUT LIKE ?? IS IT CINDY MOON?? IT HAS TO BE RIGHT???

holy shit. ok.

im done now and i’ve done basically all of the side quests but im gonna try to platinum the game before going to be but its 8:45 and i wake up at 4:30 so we’ll seeee lmao

ruh roh

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Sneaky As A Spider | No Way Home Series P.3

Contains major spoilers for Spider-Man No Way Home

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Pairings: Tobey!Spider-Man x female!Reader Black Cat (Romantic) , Andrew!Spider-Man (Platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Spider-Man (Platonic), Michele Jones-Watson (Platonic), Ned Leeds (Platonic). Dr. Otto Octavious (Platonic/Flirtatious).

Nicknames for the spiders: Tobey’s Peter is ‘Spider-Stud,’ Andrew’s is ‘Spidey’, and Tom’s is ‘Little Spider.’ She might call them other names but those are the main for each.

Warnings: flirtatious banter, profanity, allusions to sex through innuendoes, mentions of past violence and death. Very vague hits of sexual tension. | *I think this just might be my favorite chapter in the series.” | WC: roughly 3k+

Chapter 3 Premise: While waiting for the arrival of their expected guests for the evening, the three Peters come face-to-face with the master escape artist donned in a new suit, who happens to have a very personal connection with the older Spider-Man in their group.

———

The air was tense. Having just called the Daily Bugle hotline, Peter finds himself perched on top of the Statue of Liberty overlooking the city. It was a gorgeous night. But lurking in the shadows were uninvited guests to his world. Below him his fellow Spider-Men web up the cures in discreet places along the statue. Ned and MJ wait at the lab, with only a portal separating them from the trio.

“Okay guys,” young Peter calls out from his spot. “It could be any minute now.” The two finish setting up the cures before taking place on one of the many levels.

“You know Max was like the sweetest guy ever,” the taller Peter spoke. “Before he fell into a….pool of electric eels.”

“That’ll do it,” older Peter agreed. He leaned against a railing on the opposite side of the the other Peter, but then grunted when he felt his back tighten up. “Ooo, oh there it goes,” he arched over the railing, causing Peter to laugh.

“You okay?”

“Oh, my back,” he gestures to the body part. “It’s kind of stiff from all the swinging, I guess.”

Peter shakes his head understanding, “oh yeah, no I get middle back thing too.”

“Really?” He lifts his head up, hoping the younger fella wasn’t messing with him.

“Yeah,” the man laughs. “Yo-you want me to crack it?” It was too good of an offer for the older Peter.

“Yeah, that would be great.” Lifting himself off the railing, the older Peter turns around when instructed by the taller Peter and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s lifted off the ground and gently shaken until a nice soothing crack emits from his back. “Wow,” he smiles when asked how it felt and compliments the taller Peter. “That’s good.”

Happy and pleased, the taller Peter sits on the railing with a smile. “God, this is so cool,” he gushes. “I always wanted brothers.” He receives a fond look from the older man when a question pops in his head. “So you can like make your own web fluid in your body.”

‘If only Y/n could see this now’ the older Peter thinks. “I’d rather not talk about this.”

“No, I don’t mean to…” he trails off, embarrassed.

“Are you teasing me?”

The younger Peter steps in. “No, no, no. No, no, no. He’s not teasing you. It’s just that,… we can’t do that, so naturally we’re curious as to how your web situation works.” That’s all.

“If it’s personal, I don’t wanna pry,” the tall Peter defends. “I just think it’s cool.”

The older Peter just shakes his head. “I wish I could tell you, but it’s like I don’t do it. Like I don’t,” he tries to search for an explanation. “Like, I don’t do breathing—like breathing just happens.” This makes the younger Peter curious.

“Like does it just come out of your wrists,” he pauses and debates is next words. “Or…does it come out of anywhere else?”

The older Peter almost looks offended by the question and takes a moment before answering. “Only—only the wrists.” Now the taller Peter is just as curious with questions.

“You’ve never had a web block? Cause I run out webs all the time. I mean—,” he waves his hands. “I had to make mine own in a lab. And it’s a hassle.”

“That sounds like a hassle yeah,” older Peter agrees with a smug smile, once again knowing that small detail differentiates him from the others. “But-but I did, actually. Now that you said that I was like ‘oh, I had a web block.’”

“Why? What caused it.”

“Existential crisis stuff,” he says with a sigh. And the taller Peter knows that all to well. The man lets out a huff. “Don’t get me started on that.”

“Hey,” the younger Peter captures their attention. “What are like, some of the craziest villains that you guys have fought?”

“Seems you’ve met some of them,” older Peter laughs and the other nods along.

“Ha, ha. That’s a good question.”

“—I guess you could say Y/N was a villain of mine once upon a time.”

“That’s like a dark Romeo and Juliet tale waiting to be written,” taller Peter snorts which has the older man chuckle.

“I fought an alien made out of black goo once.” He adds which causes the younger boys eyes to light up.

“No way!” He exclaims. “I fought an alien too! On Earth and in space—.”

“Oh—.”

“Yeah, he was purple—.”

“I wanna fight an alien” tall Peter pouts, feeling out of place amongst the two.

The older Peter cuts in, “I-I’m still like—that you fought an alien in space.” The little interaction makes the tall Peter sigh.

“I’m lame,” he grumbles. “—compared—l-like I fought a Russian guy, in a rhinoceros machine.” The older Peter gives him a concerned look and stops him from continuing.

“Hey, can we rewind it back to the ‘I’m lame,’ part,” he sticks out a finger. “Cause you are not.”

“As thanks,” he sheepishly replies. “Yeah I appreciate it, I’m not saying I’m lame—.”

“—but it’s the just the self-talk w-we should, you known,” he gestures to the obvious hidden message. “You’r-you’re amazing. You. Are. Amazing. You are amazing.”

By now the taller Peter is trying not to blush at the overwhelming compliment, “Thank you, yeah.”

“Will you say it?”

“No!” He brushesit off, leaning back on the railing. “Yeah, yeah I needed to hear that though. Thank you.”

A sudden new voice enters the atmosphere, startling the trio, “I think you’re amazing too, Spidey.” All three Spidermen jump from their positions, and turn to the location of the voice. While the two younger ones stiffen slightly, the oldest is relaxed and trying not to smile at their visitor.

Perched like a cat on the railing at the corner of the level the two Spidermen were on, Y/N is smiling at the vigilantes while gently twirling the rope of her grappling hook. She’s dressed in a black leather catsuit with various holsters along her thigh and waist, with a tiny black eye mask framing her sparkling eyes. The suit stands out against her contrasting snow white hair. Her lips are painted a blood red color.

“My, My. Well if it isn’t my lucky day,” she boasts with a delighted expression. “Three Spiders before my eyes, I guess magic is real in this world.”

Her position gives her a feline nature, creating a pretty intimidating aura. But her childlike words and featherlike tone is enough to draw anyone in. The older Peter takes a step forward crossing his arms and eying the woman. “Hey there, trouble.”

She smirks, “How’s it going, Spider-Stud? I see you’ve met some new friends.” Her eyes travel over to the tall man beside him, sending a wink in his direction. The action causes a blush to rise up his neck. “Nice to become formally acquainted, tall spider. Sorry for the little scare earlier.”

“Eh I-it’s no biggie,” he stuttered out, not missing the smirk the older Peter was giving him. Y/N giggles, making him more flustered but she doesn’t comment on it.

“He told us you were at the school earlier.”

The woman shrugs nonchalantly, “I’ve been keeping close eyes of you all—especially the Little Spider. You know how our old friends were not someone to play with,” her tone becomes low. “I had to keep track on Ozzy once I saw what happened.”

The man narrows his eyes in disapproval, “you were tailing Osborne? Alone? Y/N—.”

“You’re lack of faith in me hurts, spider,” she mockingly places a hand on her chest. “I kept my distance. No need to make the frowny face”

He sighs, “I’m well aware you can take care of yourself—you’ve kicked my ass plenty of times. But Osborne? I—you remember the parade? Yeah, I don’t need that happening again.”

“And it won’t,” she drags out, flipping the hook to her other hand and placing it on her holster. “At least the octopus is in his right mind. Sandy doesn’t give a shit about this place and just wants to go home. And I don’t know about you, but I’m just glad Eddie didn’t join this bunch of delinquents. Having six Spider-Man villains in one place?” She pauses to smirk. “Sounds kinda sinister.”

“But weren’t you a villain of his?” The taller Peter points out, missing the look of ‘don’t start’ the older Peter was giving him.

Y/N giggled, her eyes widening in delight. “Villain? Me?” She points to herself. “Oh cmon I wouldn’t go so far as to call me that,” her tone is sarcastic. “—-I would say I was just someone who caused my Spider here a lot of trouble”

“That’s putting it lightly,” the man in question scoffs. “Anywhere there was trouble, there was you.” Her smirk is full of pride, and the shrug she gives sends the message ‘and I’d do it again.”

“I was only getting into trouble cause I was curious, Spider.”

The taller Peter choked on a laugh making the two turn to him. “Sorry, it’s just I heard that’s bad for cats isn’t it?”

“Ha-ha-ha,” her voice dripped sarcasm. “As if I hadn’t heard that one before.” She looks at her Peter, “did you tell him to say that.” The man shakes his head in honesty, though it looks like he’s trying to fight off a laugh.

“I see you got yourself a new suit,” the older Peter then says. His eyes trailed over what he could see, and noticed the differences her suit had compared to the original one. This one was more artillery styled and equipped rather than just a plain Jane.

Y/N glanced down at the outfit, “Well I didn’t plan on bringing the cat out when I left the house yesterday morning, how else was I supposed to look the part?”

“Did you steal it—and was anyone hurt?” Her smirk was enough of an answer. “Causing trouble I see,” he tsked. “I thought you left the old ways behind?”

The woman scoffed, “Don’t get your spandex in a twist, handsome. I didn’t find trouble this time, it found me. Not my fault bad luck tends to leave a trail behind me. I was just trying to see who else from our side of the pond, besides our former rivals, made their way over.” She gave him a knowing look, which he read all too well.

“And did you?”

“Well, I found you didn’t I? Also could you believe Jameson exists in this world—but bald?” She joked, but then turned serious. “But no I didn’t, thankfully.” Peter lets out a sigh of relief, but the vague info does nothing but confuse the man beside him. Ignoring the confused look of the taller Spider-Man, Y/N looks up to where the younger one that had been quiet the entire interaction was seated. “Little Spider,” she smiles. “I told you our paths would cross again.” The boy awkwardly waved back, squeaking out a ‘hi.’ “I’m sorry again about what happened earlier. No hard feelings, right?”

She received a nod from him, “Your Peter explained what you can do. It’s all good, Ms… oh you never mentioned her last name,” he trails off glancing at the older Peter.

Y/N raises her brow at her Spider, another smirk making it’s way on her lips, “You didn’t tell them?” Her tone is playful, making the two young Peters confused. “I know we had a rough start in the beginning, but I thought we were more than just first name bases. Don’t tell me, Spider, it’s because shaggy hair had Stacy and baby face has Watson.”

Both Peter’s face painted in confusion and shock hearing that not only MJ existed in their world, but Gwen as well. Although her tone was playful like it had been majority of the time, they could pick up on the bad blood Y/N had with the two.

Seeing their expressions, Y/N started to explain. “I’m not a big fan of the MJ and Gwen back home. Although I can stand Stacy way more than Watson.” The name drips off her tongue in disgust. “And don’t get me started on Brant and Ditkovitchs’ daughter.” Her pointed expression brings a blush to her Peters cheeks. “He and MJ have history which I respect, but she just couldn’t take the hint once he finally moved on—despite her having a man devoted to her. And Gwen? Well, babe you wanna explain?”

“I’d rather not, Y/N,” he pleads, face turning red. “You know that time wasn’t my finest hour.”

“—oh I’m aware.”

“Sweetheart, please?”

“Ugh fine,” she rolls her eyes and looks back to the other Peters. “I’m very territorial as you could guess,” she smirks, but then turns serious. “However despite my dislike for our versions of your girls back home, I don’t bear any animosity towards the ones you have,” she looks at the young Peter first then the taller one, “Had.”

She notices how his face falls, realizing her earlier words that she’d been watching them and most likely heard them at the school rooftop. Her expression turns solemn. “I’m very sorry by the way,” her voice is genuine. “I take it she was a firecracker and you’re moral compass. And seeing how it’s the same for his MJ, and in a sense me in regards to him,” she nods her Peter, “you boys need that in your life—otherwise you can get a bit reckless.”

“Y-yeah,” the taller Peter’s voice cracks. “I guess it’s a Peter Parker thing.”

“In the words of Queen Elizabeth the second; ‘Grief is the price we pay for love.’ You’ll always have that, but forgiveness and acceptance is the way you will truly make amends.”

(Older) Peter looks on fondly, seeing how the taller one reacted to Y/N’s words with gratefulness. “I-I really needed to hear that, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Spidey.” Her smile is comforting and (taller) Peter feels warmth fill him. It was something he needed, and maybe—just maybe, one day he will get come to accept and forgive himself for what happened to Gwen.

“Now enough with the heavy,” Y/N’s voice brings the Spiders back to the present. “Let’s backtrack to our earlier scheduled programming which is,” she locks eyes with her Peter, “why you didn’t tell them about us.”

They looked between the couple, noticing how the older Peter began stumbling over his words.

“Y-yeah well,” he scratches the back of his neck, obviously used to her antics. “I mentioned that it was complicated for us and we eventually made it work. But, but I-I didn’t, I didn’t know if you would want them to know and we’ve kinda kept it under wraps for so long—I mean only May knew, and a few others know now really—.”

“Know what?” tall Peter cut in, his face painted with curiosity. Y/N got up suddenly, making them all turn to her. She stayed on the thin railing, somehow managing to balance even in her heeled boots and slowly walked closer to the two. She spun on the vertical railings to cross to the next, showing off how acrobatic she was to the other Spider-men.

When she got close enough, she did a kip and dismounted off the bar and landed in front of the two. Y/N kept her eyes on her Peter, slowly stalking to him and reaching her gloved hand up to trace a line on his suit. “Oh, Stud, I don’t know if I should be offended you want to keep me secret. I thought after the other night, my intentions about you were clear,” She winked.

“Now l-lets, lets not go there,” he said when she lifted her hand before it got to his neck. His face was heating up and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the flustered hero.

“I’m just messing with you, Spider. No need to get so defensive.—although I do love it when you’re flustered.” She turns to the taller Peter, giving him a dazzling smile and extending her hand. “Y/N L/N-Parker, at your service.” Jaws dropped, and silence took over. “Did I break him,” she said when there was no response for nearly a minute.

The taller Peter blinked rapidly, shaking his head as he processed the information. He started stuttering but shook her hand anyway. “S-sorry. Uh-uh nice to meet you. I’m Peter…..Peter Parker.”

“Oh you are?” She teased. “I wouldn’t have guessed.” She laughed at the way his cheeks turned red, and withdrew her hand so she could move back to her husband. Wrapping her arms around his neck while leaning into his side, Y/N smirked feeling his left arm naturally find its place around her waist. “I love how every version of you seems to have that in common.” The man groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Great, just when I need something else for you to tease me about.”

She pats his cheek gently, before pressing a kiss to it. “You love it.” He doesn’t respond, but his smile is enough for her to know he does.

Although the very obvious (and almost uncomfortable) sexual tension was happening before his eyes, the taller Peter couldn’t help but smile at the couple. Happy to see there was a version of him out there with someone that completes him, despite the stinging feeling in his heart knowing he doesn’t have that anymore.

If only he could have her with him again.

The moment is cut short when young Peter feels a certain sensation fill him. “Alright guys, focus up,” he calls down to them. “Can you feel that?” The air thickens around them, and the sensation fills the other Spidermen making the older one tighten his hold on Y/N.

The taller Peter is the one to respond, “Yeah.”

Y/N removes her arms from Peter and takes his hand from her waist when she steps away from him, gently squeezing it. “I guess I’ll leave you boys to it,” she says in all seriousness. “But don’t worry though, you’ve got a helping hand just down below.” Walking over to the edge of the level, (older) Peter follows behind her still clutching her hand.

“You’ll stay close.” It wasn’t a question, but the woman couldn’t help the chuckle-scoff she let out. She turned back to face him, crouching down so she was below the railing and her feet were on the edge. He copied her movements, so the two were eye level.

“Who do you think I am, Spider? You think I’m one to run from a fight when it comes to you,” her tone was playful and not just referring to the Peter in front of her. It was a hidden indication that she would do anything for the other versions of him. They were Peter Parker—maybe a different version—but a Spider nonetheless. And Y/N L/N—Parker won’t let any harm come to her Spider. “I’ll be in the shadows, but you boys won’t have to worry about me. I’ll draw them out if I see any of you in a pickle.”

“Stay safe,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her hand making her eyes go soft.

“As will you,” she repeated the action. She sent a wink and a nod to the other men before turning back to her Peter one last time. “I’ll see you very soon, my Spider-Stud.” She was about to jump back off the railing when he stopped her. When she opened her mouth to question him he stopped her.

“Quiet as a cat,” he smiled, and Y/N felt her lips curl up. It had been a long time since she heard those words come from him. Back in the good ole days when they were a crime fighting vigilante duo, the little saying and It’s response became their thing. Leaning forward just an inch, she squeezed his hand once again.

“Sneaky as a spider.”

Dropping his hand and drawing backward, Y/N felt her body fall and the wind whip against her hair. A gasp left the two younger Peter’s and the tallest of the two raced forward to the railing. He stood beside the still crouching older Peter, leaning over to see where Y/N had gone—expecting her to be spattered on the ground, and was shocked to see the area below was vacant.

“Where’d she go?” He asked, eyes trailing over everyplace they could find. The older Peter stood up, getting ready to pull his mask over and chuckled.

“She’s somewhere at the bottom probably—going to stay hidden and ambush whoever if needed.” The man took his position, waiting for the signal while the other Peter still seemed to be in a sense of disbelief. He gave one last look over the railing, before pulling his mask over his head and joining his companion.

“Damn, that’s one hell of a woman.”

[har-rison-s]

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SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS AFTER THIS IMMEDIATELY!!! DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT!!!! 

request: I AM SO LATE but i got to watch nwh today! but god, i have a prompt where in an alternate universe and future, andrew’s peter saves gwen and they have a daughter who’s the spitting image of her mother but has her dad’s eyes, which is like something everyone says to her, maybe in your fic cool uncle tobey’s spidey tells her that. when ned does the portal thingy, she emerges from it and is like, “woah! dad! mom prepared your favourite dinner you need to get home asap!” or whatever, and andrew’s peter is just like “????”, then they learn about each other and he sort of gets some peace of mind when he learns that in some distant future alternate universe he was able to save gwen and they’re happy and have a few beautiful children together

a/n: listen i'm crumbling. i'm still crying after nwh, still in my post-nwh depression cave. and andrew's peter is the closest one to my heart, 11 year old me would not believe everything that happened in nwh but she'd be so happy! my god. and i still want to write more for andrew's peter, and i love love love this request so much, it's something to explore new territory in him yk and it's exciting! thanks so much to the lovely anon (who is now my bestie) for this prompt! it's perfect. so happy reading, my babies:) merry christmas.

my paypal (would be much appreciated since i’m saving up for uni next year :))

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warnings: nwh spoilers? and you might cry. because i did. so grab some tissues. also not proof-read, but probs will be sometime later. haha

word count: a lot of them. this is a longer one.

a/n: peter my baby im in tears again :( i cry just seeing him. no i don't need help i just need peter parker to be real.

This image of the young girl is haunting. 

That's the best word to describe it. Haunting. It's like seeing a ghost for Peter, quite literally. Everything in her face looks just like her. Just like Gwen. Only the eyes are different, they look familiar to him but he can't place it. Everything else is, well, the spitting image of the Gwen Stacy Peter still thinks about to this day.

"Woah! What is this?! Dad, what are you doing here? Mom's got meatloaf, hot and fresh, let's go home," she whips out a flurry of words as she takes in her surroundings with wide eyes. Her hair rests around her shoulders just like Gwen's would, shining with glitter, it seems. Peter's breath gets caught in his throat.

“You--what?” He can hardly find words to say, and yet his eyes stay glued on the girl. She looks at the two teenagers beside Peter, and clearly has no idea who they are. 

“Who are these people?” She asks, even though she wanted to save that question for when she and her dad are safely home. But something's telling her that everything's not quite how it should be here...

“We're friends,” Ned answers, “we're Peter Parker's friends.” MJ nods her head.

Y/N looks to Peter. “I didn't know you hung out with people my age, dad,” she says, furrowing her eyebrows, “and why are you wearing your costume?” She steps closer to him, but Peter takes a step back, his eyes still glued to her, as well as tearing up at the sight of her. “Let's just go home.” Desperation glints in her eyes and voice, and she takes a closer look at her dad's face. Why is he acting so strange? Why isn't he saying anything? 

“Uh, Ned,” MJ pokes his arm, “can we get her back to... wherever she came from? Something's wrong.” She grows worried for the girl who came through the sparkling ring last. She looks to be about her and Ned's age, too. 

Ned shakes his head. “I don't know how to, MJ,” he whispers to her, “until we... fix all of this, we just need to deal with it.” He suggests. MJ gives him a troubling look, but guesses that nothing else really is an option right now. She nods.

The Peter who came through last comes closer to the strangers, and the variant of himself, concerned about the situation here. He looks to the Peter who got here first. His eyes look like they're in another world, or stuck in memories. Peter knows that look well.

“Why are you calling me--” Peter pulls into himself, hugging his arms around his form. He looks to be having some sort of panic attack, “can you just... tell me your name?” He asks the girl. She nods quietly.

“My name is Y/N Stacy-Parker.” She says. Everyone in the room exchanges glances, except the Peter who's been called dad a number of times already. He processes her words by himself, seeming to fold into himself. 

“How old are you?” Peter asks, wanting to add more numbers and parts to his equation.

“I'm sixteen,” she answers, “dad, you know all of these things. Why are you acting this way?”

Peter finally looks up into her eyes again. “Is your mom... G-Gwen Stacy?” He makes sure in his final efforts to understand what's happening here. Even if it hurts his heart to say her name out loud.

“Yes!” Y/N pushes out quite frustratedly. He knows all of this, and yet he keeps asking questions. Peter looks to the other Peter. If he's also Peter Parker in a different reality or universe or timeline--whatever, then maybe this girl is from another universe as well, and Peter just had an identity crisis for these few minutes for nothing.

“You must be the daughter of another Peter Parker,” the oldest Peter assumes, trying to help those two figure out what's going on in the way that he can, “just one that looks exactly like you.” He shrugs. Younger Peter looks at Y/N again, then at older Peter. 

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He finally says. Y/N looks at him, then at the other man. 

“Hi, I'm Peter Parker,” he tells her and extends his hand for her to shake, but she just gives it a suspicious glance, “from another universe.” He smiles at her. Her eyebrow rises in question. She looks back at her dad's supposed multiversal twin. He gives her an awkward smile. 

“You're not my dad?” She makes sure, still 98% convinced that he is her dad. But the man shakes his head. She sighs quietly. “Okay, so can I go home now? I wanna see my dad.” Her lip trembles and her eyes fill with tears. She doesn't mean to cry, but she's scared, and after all just hopes that this is some kind of bad dream. It breaks Peter's heart.

Ned shrugs. “I don't know how to get you there right now,” he tells her, “but we can get you home with someone else's help.” He suggests. Y/N shakes her head, holds it in her hands for a mind-blowing and time-bending second, all the while contemplating her situation and its absurdity, and the question whether she should trust these people or not. But eventually she nods in agreement.

The two kids that look her age actually know yet another Peter Parker that exists in this universe, and they need to find him as soon as possible to help fix some big mess that the boy called Ned deemed the “multiverse”. Y/N doesn't feel safe with these people at all, especially after learning that the replicant of her dad is actually not her dad. And yet, she finds comfort in just looking at him. In his mere presence. 

On the group's way to the location MJ mentioned, Peter decides to stick by Y/N. He feels this weird overprotectiveness of her, this urge to make her feel safe and keep her safe from any harm. He can't quite explain it, but he can also tell that the girl feels very uncomfortable and unsafe right now. So he walks by her, and tries to find out more about the universe she came from. It'll probably bring her some form of comfort or ease, at least, for the time being.

“Hey, uh,” he sparks up a conversation, “you feeling alright?” Peter watches her as he waits for an answer. She gives him a brief look, and then nods. Though in a hesitant manner. “We'll get you home soon, don't worry.” He assures her. Even though he doesn't know if that's completely true. “Uh, why don't you tell me about it? Home?” He offers. 

Y/N contemplates it, looking into the face of her father under which there is a partial stranger. But she nods, dropping her squinty-eyed look. “Well, it's not much. Just a house in Queens, in the quiet neighbourhood.” She begins. “I live with my parents, who you obviously know,” she looks at him momentarily again, and Peter nods with a chuckle, “and my two siblings.” Peter's breath cuts short. “Mary's three years younger than me and Ben was just born.” She shrugs. “Well, not just born, he's a year old already, but it feels like he was born just a couple days ago, to be honest.” Her lips hold a light smile on them, the first one Peter's seen since she arrived. 

God, Peter's always wanted siblings. He can't believe that a version of him got to have kids! And give them siblings! Live out his dream. “What's your mom like?” He quietly asks. 

“She's cool,” Y/N nods with a grin on her face, “coolest mom ever. You know, dad wanted us to live in an apartment complex because of that whole Spider-Man thing--don't ask me about it--but mom couldn't. She was against it.” She explains. “It was when I was little, but I remember it. Sometimes mom cried when explaining to you--oh, sorry, to my dad--why.”

“Can you tell me?” Peter asks in an even quieter voice. 

“Mom's afraid of heights,” she casually says, “something happened to her after she and dad finished high school--something she doesn't want to tell me. Something that dad knows.” Y/N sighs. “He wanted to help make her feel safer about heights, but she just wouldn't have it. That's my mom.” Y/N chuckles. “Stubborn. I guess I get it from her. That's what dad always says.” 

Peter nods along, listening to every word she says, but his mind is still stuck on that one part. Mom's afraid of heights. Something happened to her that dad knows. So it's happened in that universe, too. Only Gwen survived. Only Peter managed to save her from that terrible, lethal fall. 

What could he have done differently?

Peter runs his hands over his face, trying to regain himself, trying to level back down to reality. He saved Gwen. In another universe, but he saved Gwen. He actually saved her. Peter feels his chest caving in on him, and he thinks this is what it's like to have asthma, but he doesn't know that he's having a minor panic attack. Or is it just tears and sobs of relief? Because he knows that in an alternate universe, he saved the love of his life, his path, his Gwen. And that he's able to live a life out with her in that universe. One that they both deserved.

He wipes his tears with the sleeves of his suit and tries to keep his sobs as quiet as possible. He doesn't want her, or any of them, to see him this way. It's okay to cry, but no one's ever told him that enough times for him to believe that. “Wh-what's your dad like?” Peter asks then, trying to distract himself from the impending relief-attack. Y/N gives him a momentary look, and just hopes that the man is alright. He seems to be crying, although he hides it pretty well. 

“He's... well, he's the best dad ever,” she tells him. Peter smiles through his tears, “calls me Tinkerbell--Tink for short--all the time because...” she sighs, “this is a bit embarrassing, but Peter Pan is my favourite movie and book of all time. And because dad can basically fly, I have the role of Tinkerbell.” She chuckles to herself. Peter can't keep his tears inside anymore. “Cause he always says I can fly, too. Just not in the way he can.” Y/N makes a small smile. “I love my dad.” 

Those few words just completely break Peter. It feels like his feet will give in and he'll fall to the ground any second. Peter Pan. Of course. He doesn't even have to ask to know that Gwen is Wendy, and Y/N's siblings are the Lost Boys--or children? Peter Pan was his nickname throughout kindergarten and primary school, and he read the book as well. 

It holds as much meaning to him as it does to Y/N. 

And that speaks volumes. Peter can't even manage to try and keep his tears and sobs inside, and so he walks with an aching chest and heart, and a hollow throat besides this alternate universe daughter of his. Keeping it all inside, he knows it's the best thing to do right now.

She can't know what happened in his world. It will scare her more than she is already scared now. And he doesn't wish that on her. She's a young girl, so undeserving of any harm, of any pain, any kind of disturbance in her very pleasant life. And she's already a lot like her mom, not only in the sense of her appearance, because yowza! She's the spitting image of Gwen when she was in high school. 

When the group does find this universe's Peter Parker, Y/N eventually gets to hear about the tragedy in the life of Peter who is her dad's doppelganger. And she realises that he was crying while they talked on the street. And now she knows why. And she feels for him, that's the best part. She understands why the sight of her made him so emotional.

During the fight against the astounding number of villains on the construction site for the renewal of the Statue of Liberty, all three Peters, as well as MJ and Ned, do their best at keeping Y/N safe. Making a clear, safe path for her wherever she goes. It's an unspoken promise Peter makes to that alternative version of himself and Gwen. To keep Y/N safe. 

When the nemesis are all cured and fixed, and everyone turns out to be in one piece, and Dr Strange--some weird man in a floating cloak who can also do magic (??)--returns from wherever he was, it's time for the 'other' Peters and the people belonging to their timelines to go home. That includes Y/N. 

But she's not leaving without saying goodbye. She treks all the way down to where the three Spider-Men stand together, no matter how dangerous and careless it might be, and finally reaches her dad's multiversal twin. He's relieved to see her all okay, and he expresses that with a hug. He asks for her consent first, because it might be weird and uncomfortable for the girl. But she says yes, and the hug from him is nothing short of the hugs she gets every day from her real dad. 

“Thank you,” she tells him, “and I hope everything works out for you.” She gives him a smile. Peter nods, hoping the same thing for himself. “I wasn't really a part of the fight, but this was one of the most fun nights of my life.” She looks at the other Peters, too. They all have a laugh together, and respond with only kind words to her. 

“Time to go home now,” Dr Strange calls from above her, and Y/N gives him a nod. She gives one last smile to her dad's twin, and then steps towards the sparkling ring the wizard makes just a few feet away. As it gets bigger, the silhouettes of her family become more and more apparent in it. They have confused faces, but they turn to relief once they see Y/N.

Peter watches an older version of himself, her father, help her climb inside the circle, where they embrace in a tight hug. Much like the one he shared with her just seconds ago. “Tink, we were so worried,” her father exclaims, and then lays a kiss atop her head. Peter's heart lurches in his chest. As Y/N starts explaining everything to her family, they turn to look at these strangers, who are dressed in quite familiar suits. One face stands out to them all, and it weirds them out as well.

Peter sees Gwen. 

He sees his Gwen Stacy up there, a toddler on her hip and an apron around her waist, as well as a tired smile on that beautiful face. She gives him and the other Peters a small wave before turning her back to them again, and a curious young girl takes her place in gaping at the strangers. Peter would never believe he'd have the chance to see her live in all dimensions and with all his senses again. And he appreciates this moment, this day of miracles. 

The Stacy-Parker family from another universe, possibly one further in time, stands before the three Spider-Men, and they wave their goodbyes. Now that Y/N's dad has all the explanations he needs for where his daughter was, he looks at the three men--his equals--with a smile on his face. And before Strange completely closes the sparkling ring to another universe, he mouths a 'thank you' to all three of them, but especially that seemingly younger version of himself. For keeping his Y/N safe.

Peter gives him a nod, and realises he's finally made a promise that he could keep. Keeping Y/N safe. Even if she wasn't his daughter. That means next to nothing to him that she's not his kid, because her being the daughter of another version of himself practically means that she is, to some degree, his kid. And he treated her with the utmost caution and care that he could. 

As he himself fades away, fades back to his world, Peter already misses the other Peters. They really did feel like brothers to him. But he also feels relief. Relief in knowing that he could save Gwen from that horrid fall in another universe. Relief in knowing that he can keep his promises. It means an unexplainable size or form of a thing that in another universe, another Peter Parker, who looks like him, gets to live out his life in the way he wished to.

He gets to take that path.

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a/n: no one touch me rn i'm crying

[prosperdemeter2]

This is going to be an unpopular opinion but...

I feel like the people who complain about MCU Spider-Man only being Tony Stark Jr. have missed the entire point of the MCU Spider-Man movies. It's a lot of discourse coming from the Marvel gatekeep fans that dislike how popular things have gotten. The... "I liked it before it was cool" fans that are super upset that all these young people are into something they also like (instead of seeing it for the positive it is - more merch! More content! Easier to find things about it! And more people you can chat with about things! It's great!). Everything HAS to be an argument over which Spidey’s been better because we can't just let people enjoy things.

But my point.

In Captain America: Civil War Spidey has a very small role to play and a lot of it is a supporting one. But the entire point (in my opinion) of Tony Stark having proof that Spider-Man already exists in New York is to show that Peter Parker would be a hero even without Tony’s tech. The tech is just there to give him the suit (which, I get it, people are salty Peter doesn't have kick ass sewing skills 🙄). It's also stated in their first meeting that Peter makes his own webs and his own webshooters. So he may not have got to the point where he made his own suit but this kid was smart and talented and capable (and younger than both Tobey and Andrew's Peter - approx 14 in CW compared to 17 and college aged).

In Spider-Man: Homecoming Peter rocks that Stark Tech suit. But he also hacks it. He also repeatedly makes phone calls to try and get Tony’s attention to a problem he thinks is worse than it seems on the surface. He's 15 and he feels things like a 15 year old. But okay, I get it, you're mad that he has Tony Stark as a mentor instead of Uncle Ben (so am I but mostly because I want Uncle Ben and not because I'm really mad about the mentor thing). Oh? Wait? That's not it? It's because... he's not expected to figure it all out on his own?

Only that's where you're... kind of wrong. Aside from Ned, Peter rarely received any help against Toomes at all. And it wasn't because Tony didn't care it was just because Peter was 15 and Toomes was good at hiding things.

My big point - big big point - about HOCO is that Peter doesn't beat Toomes (Vulture) until AFTER Tony takes the suit away. He doesn't beat him with the help of SI tech. He beats him AS SPIDER-MAN. There's even the iconic, stuck under a building, "come on, Spider-Man" scene where Peter realizes that he needs to be BE this hero in order to save the city. And not in a big way like Tobey or Andrew always was - Toomes wasn't trying to destroy New York. But he WAS selling weapons to people across the city to hurt dozens of others. Peter was literally being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man we all want him to be. And he did that. Without a suit. Without any tech that wasn't of his own invention. And he even saved the bad guy's life. No one died that day.

But, okay, whatever, that's not your problem either. It's Far From Home. Okay, let's break that down.

Peter helping out SHIELD? I mean I get it but also there's literally a cartoon where that happens and no one complains. He also does it a few times in the comics. Oh wait, no it's the Tony Stark connection again. I get it. You don't like Tony Stark. Chill, guys, it's not that out of character. Peter Parker always looked up to the guy.

"He needed Stark's tech to beat Mysterio". Uh... tell me you didn't watch the movie without telling me you didn't watch the movie.

The entire point of FFH - as far as I took it - was Peter learning to trust himself again. He falls again and again and again for Mysterio's tricks because he doesn't listen to himself. He doesn't trust his "Spidey Sense" (aka Peter Tingle lmao) because of PTSD due to the events in both Infinity War and Endgame. The only way he beats Mysterio in the end is by TRUSTING HIMSELF. When he closes his eyes in that scene against the drones? He's not using tech to figure out where they are - he's using his Spidey Sense. When he stops Mysterio from shooting him? He's using his Spidey Sense. The entire story of FFH was that he was relearning to trust in his own powers and instincts and believing that he was still a hero even after having let down his hero (in his own mind).

I think I see the real issue. Other than the one i pointed out where we're mad what we liked is now more commercialized and popular - MCU Peter Parker has a pretty strong support system. He doesn't only have Aunt May but he has Ned and MJ, Tony Stark for a bit, Happy Hogan, etc. He works hand in hand with the Avengers.

All I'm saying is you can't argue that MCU Peter Parker is a terrible Spider-Man because he works with Tony Stark and then choose to ignore the fact that he beat both of his villains in both of his solo movies without using that tech.

And this post isn't to say that Tobey and Andew were terrible either. They were and are all great Spider-Men in their own unique ways (and let's be honest, Into the Spider-Verse was 100% the best Spider-Man movie out of the bunch and Miles Morales deserves a lot more love).

Why is it so hard to let people enjoy things without turning into a fandom discourse fight?