#but yeah this will be my next 'go to hell' variant

[redstarwriting]

bestie

spider squad x black cat!fem!reader

request?: yes

request: “hi! okay i love your works and my brains been rotting thinking abt this lol. i was wondering if i could request a black cat variant! reader that somehow (idk how sorry ), she's apart of the spider-society? Given that black cats backstory isn't all that nice, maybe she has a deal W miguel to let her stay if she makes sure she uses her skills to help the society instead of stealing? and how the squad(miles, gwen, pav, hobie) meet her in the society?”

requested by: anon​

word count: 2.1k

genre: platonic and chaotic LMAO

Warnings: language, stealing, bad Spanish, slight Gwen crush if you squint but also like not really

A/N: STOP I LOVE WRITING PLATONIC AND CHAOTIC THINGS!! i did change up the prompt a bit as they didn’t meet her in spider society necessarily (even though the did, they just didn’t know it lol) i hope you enjoy this anon! also if anyone wants to knows some of the specific songs that gave me black cat 2099 vibes lemme know 👀 i’ll make a post

pt ii - becoming hobie’s bestie

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Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, and Hobie were called to “the principal’s office” as they started calling it. So here they are, in front of Miguel, waiting to be reprimanded for something they did. “I have a mission for the three of you,” he says, pointing to Miles, Gwen, and Pav. “Hobie, you’re not needed.”

“Like ‘ell I’m not,” he says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. Miguel subtly smiles to himself. Reverse psychology. Works every time.

“Wait, what?” Miles asks, eyes wide. “You aren’t gonna yell at us for existing?” Gwen asks, equally as surprised. Miguel rolls his eyes. “For existing? When have I ever…” he trails off as Pav, Hobie, and Gwen point at Miles. 

And Miles points at himself. 

“Dios mío,” Miguel mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. I’m not doing that. This time.”

“What’s the mission then? Are we going somewhere new? Oh! Can I bring back a souvenir?” Pavitr asks, excitedly. “No, but I’m sure you’ll end up with some sort of souvenir regardless,” Miguel grumbles, and Hobie raises his eyebrow. “Well, what do you mean by that?” Gwen asks and Miguel types into his computer. A picture of a girl pops up on the screen. “I need you to bring me her.”

“Uhhh what? You want us to bring you a… civilian?” Miles asks, and Miguel nods. “She’ll respond to you all better. You’re the same age,” Miguel says, and they all glance at each other. “Can you not be secretive for like, a couple of seconds? Is she an anomaly?”

“No, Gwen. Just bring her to Spider Society, please. She’s from this universe, so I’m just sending you to where I need you to go,” Miguel says, opening a portal for them to go through. They all glance at each other before Gwen shrugs, walking through the portal. Miles and Pav follow her, and Hobie rolls his eyes following the three of them. They find themselves… at a show? They’re on top of the catwalk in a stadium show, looking down at the audience. “What the hell?” Gwen mumbles and Hobie is intrigued when he sees the instruments on the stage. “Now why did he send us to a concert?” Miles asks, and Pav shrugs. Right at that moment, the lights go down and everyone starts to scream. “So, you think she’s in the crowd? How are we supposed to find someone in all of these people?” Miles asks, and Pav shrugs. “I can do it, easily,” Pav says, and Miles and Gwen give him a Look™. “What?! It’s simple you just look for her face! Miguel showed us a picture of her.”

“Aye, ‘e’s right. Found her,” Hobie says, and they all look at him. He’s pointing, and they follow his finger. “SHE’S THE SINGER?!” Gwen yells as the music starts. “Yeah. Guess we gotta wait for the set to finish,” Hobie says, shrugging and sitting on the catwalk, “Gettin’ a free show outta this shit at least.”

“Oh, please, every show you’ve ever been to has been free,” Gwen says, sitting next to him, taking her mask off. Hobie, Pav, and Miles all follow suit. “What does Miguel want with a singer?”

“I like her outfit,” Pav says, ignoring Miles’ question and sitting next to Gwen. Miles quickly slips between Pav and Gwen, shooing him away slightly. “Not my style. Lyrics ain’t bad,” Hobie says, leaning back and observing the performance, “She can sing, I’ll give ‘er ‘at.”

“I fuck with it. Lyrics speak to me,” Gwen says, and Pav nods. “She seems angry.”

“Yeah, that’s why I can respect what she’s doin’. Threatenin’ and angry music is cool,” Hobie says, bobbing his head up and down. Gwen nods. “Okay, guys, seriously, what does Miguel want with a singer?”

“Maybe she’s a scientist or something? Miguel needs her help?” Gwen suggests, and Miles shakes his head. “Nah, I feel like he’d just meet with her then.”

“He did mention she was close to our age, though. And her songs make it sound like she has an issue with authority,” Pav mentions, and Hobie nods. “I fuck with ‘er.” They all look at him. “Oh, I get it. She’s Hobie’s age,” Gwen says, and Hobie raises his eyebrow. “What does ‘at ‘ave to do with anythin’?”

“You two are the same age, both have a problem with authority… whatever she is, she needs someone she can relate to to actually come with us,” Gwen says, and Hobie nods. “Guess ‘at makes sense.” The four of them continue watching the concert. Even though it isn’t necessarily punk music, Hobie loves the lyrics. And Gwen loves all of the songs because she understands the lyrics more than the other guys. Miles is enjoying it because Gwen is enjoying it, and Pav is enjoying it because other people are enjoying it. However, neither of them would probably listen to this after this mission. When you’re nearing the end, Miles slips his mask back on. “Alright, everyone. What’s the plan?”

“We need to get backstage,” Gwen says, slipping her mask on as well. “‘ave a gander down there,” Hobie says, pointing at some marks on the stage. “What’s that?” Pav asks. “Pyrotechnics. When they go off, we go in,” Hobie says, and they all nod. “Hope they’re big enough that no one sees us,” Gwen mumbles and Hobie scoffs. “Gwendy, it’s a stadium show. It’s ‘bout to be big,” he says. The four of them prepare, running along the catwalk and getting ready to web back to where you would disappear to. Sure enough, the pyrotechnics go off and Hobie was right. They’re big. It gives them the advantage as they slip undetected backstage. They hide high up, watching as you run offstage after your encore. They silently follow you to your dressing room and Miles points at an air vent. Gwen nods, quietly yanking it off of its hinges. She crawls inside, taking a glance to make sure you’re still clothed, and then motions for the boys to follow.

Meanwhile, you’re wiping your makeup off, sipping on some water to soothe your throat from your performance. You walk away from the giant mirror to go grab a snack in the corner of the room when, suddenly, you feel like someone is watching you. You subtly unsheathe your hairbrush, which doubles as a dagger. Just in case. You take a deep breath, turning around, and throwing it. Miles leaps out of the way, and the other three’s eyes are wide. The accuracy with that throw was a little too good. “None of you are Miguel,” you say, on edge still. “Ay, don’t compare me to that bloody bloke. I’d rather die than be called ‘im,” Hobie says, and you give him an amused look. “I can arrange that,” you say, and Gwen clears her throat. “I just wanted to say your concert was like, totally, awesome.”

“Aw, thanks! Did you pay to watch?” you ask and she looks around. “Well uh… I, um—” She gets cut off by your laugh. “I’m kidding. I don’t give a fuck if you didn’t. In fact, I would prefer you didn’t,” you explain. “Oh! Then no. Too cool to pay, you know?” Gwen rambles and Miles turns his head to her, giving her a look that translates into ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ You chuckle. “Why are you four here, then? Señor O’Hara miss me?” you take a bite of the snack you picked, leaning against the wall. “How do you know Miguel?” Pav asks and you snort. “Long story. Oh! He finally find out I took something from him?” you ask, tossing your food to the side and crossing your arms. “I… we actually don’t know. He just said we had to bring you back to—”

“Wait he’s actually inviting me into his super secret spider society?” you ask, a look of excitement spreading across your face. “Uh. Yes?” Miles says, and you squeal. “This is so exciting! My first time being invited, okay, great, hold on,” you say, quickly running off and behind the changing room divider. “Uh… you’re just gonna come with us?” Gwen asks, and you yell a quick ‘yep!’ They all look at each other and shrug. “No offense, sweet’eart, but I thought it woulda been ‘arder to convince ya. Wasn’t aware bein’ invited by a stuck-up wanker like ‘im was all it would take,” Hobie says, and they hear a giggle from behind the screen. “Oh this isn’t my first time in his little fanclub,” you step out from behind the divider, garnishing an all-black catsuit with shiny black gloves coming to claws at the fingers. A small eye mask adorns your face, and you smirk. “It’s just the first time he’ll know I’m there.”

“Holy shit, no way! You’re Black Cat!” Gwen says, and you do a little curtsy. “Pleased to make your acquaintance officially, Gwen Stacy,” you say, and her eyes get big. “How did you know—”

“Like I said. Not my first time there. Surprising since you all have that spidey sense or whatever, but guess I’m just that good,” you say, pulling out a dimension-hopping watch. “When did you—”

“Do I have to say I’ve been to your Spidertopia already again? Come on, I’m sure your pendejo of a boss is waiting for us,” you grin, and Hobie shakes his head. “Not my boss. I like you, though. Gettin’ fuck the establishment vibes,” he says, and you wink at him. “Thanks, Hobie Brown. Appreciate it. Also, Pavitr, you need to tell me what your haircare routine is,” you walk through the portal, and the four of them follow after you. Sure enough, you step out of the portal and stand right in front of Miguel’s desk. “Hello there, Spider-Boy,” you say, and he sighs. “(Y/n). Give me the device back. Now.”

“I’m good, actually. Been having too much fun with it,” you say, placing it on your wrist. He mutters something in Spanish as the four of them appear behind you. “Wait, if you’re Black Cat, why are you like… a superstar?” Miles asks, taking his mask off. “Was told at a young age to never settle for second best. So, I never did. Also if you want to steal from the big leagues, you have to be in with the big leagues,” you say, shrugging. “Damn, she is… so cool,” Gwen whispers. “We have an agreement, (Y/n),” MIguel says and you groan. “Miguel! Big guy, amigo, can I call you that?”

“No.”

“Don’t care, when have I ever stuck with an agreement?” you ask and he frowns. “This is all because you want to be able to come here whenever you want, isn’t it?” he asks and you grin. “You’re so smart, bestie,” you say and he groans. “You’re impossible.”

“I know. So can I come here and not have to worry about multiple spiders biting me all at once?” you ask, and he sighs. “Yes.”

“YE—”

“BUT!”

“Fuck, there’s a but,” you groan, as he continues talking, “No. Stealing.” You feign offense. “What makes you think I would ever steal something from here?” He points to your wrist. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. This was gifted to me.”

“By who.”

“Myself.”

“Esta maldita chica,” he mumbles, and you grin. “Well, thank you so much for approving my breaking and entering of your little arachnid club. I’ll be sure to return everything I’ve taken in hopes that you would notice I wanted to be invited,” you grin, and he clenches his jaw. “You step one toe out of line—”

“I woooon’t! Promise! Before I return everything though, I kinda have a heist planned in Earth-42,” you shrug, pulling up a portal. “I’ll tell Miles you said hi, Miles,” you give him a smirk, but before disappearing into the portal, you hear Miguel. “When you’re done come back here. I actually might be able to use you for something.”

You smile at him. “Say less, Spider-Man.” Then, you disappear. “We’re about to see a lot more of her, aren’t we?” Miles asks, and Miguel sighs and nods. “Dude! She is so cool!” Gwen says, and Hobie nods. “She don’t take shit from no one. Respectable.”

“She’s funny! And she was able to shut you down, Miguel, that never happens,” Pav says, laughing a bit. “She seems kinda crazy,” Miles says.”

“What, like we aren’t?” Gwen retaliates and he shrugs. “I am perfectly sane! Most of the time…”

Miguel runs his hand through his hair in frustration as the four of them continue discussing you while walking out of the room.

He was not looking forward to the friendship the five of you were about to form.

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#spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #hobie brown x reader #gwen stacy x reader #miles morales x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #miguel ohara x reader #spiderverse #spiderman #spiderpunk #spidergwen #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #miguel o'hara

[miguelhugger2099]

Little Miguel, Big Miguel (Pt. 2)

Summary: Miggy meets a few people and he finally grabs the chance to speak with you again. Previous This chapter was so hard to write oml Art in the middle by LBY2K99 Miguel x GN!Reader, fluff, lowkey crack, not proofread at all, Word Count: 3, 106

Eventually Miggy and Jess walked through the entrance of the cafeteria, the threshold being much larger than he expected with various spiders on high beams or on a string of web. Others were normal and sitting at the many tables and booths the place had provided. 

Was that a T-Rex?

“You hungry?” She peered down at him after walking in front of a counter. Miggy shrugged despite his stomach growling.

“I could eat,” He huffed when Jess shoved a tray in his hand, a burger that had his variant’s mask plastered on the bun. His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Huh. A little more conceited than I thought.” He mumbled to himself. 

“Hi, guys!” Jess walked past and called out to a group of people sitting at a booth. They all turned and greeted her back before all of their eyes landed on Miggy. He squirmed slightly as Jess walked in front of him and Miggy followed hesitantly behind.

“Bloody hell. Did the boss shrink? That's jokes.” One smirks, chuckling to himself, his voice smooth and deep that melted nicely with his British accent. 

The other three are slack jawed, not believing what they’re eyes.

“Did he shrink?!” One with a blue headband gasps.

“No, Miguel didn’t shrink,” Jess rolled her eyes. “This is our new recruit, Miguel, obv–obviously. He's getting used to the place so,” Her hand stretches out to list their names. “Hobie, Pavitr, Miles and Gwen.” 

“Is no one finding this strange?” A teenager that looked a little older than him spoke out, his suit completely black except for the red stripes running down his arms. Miles, Miggy made sure to remember. “It's Miguel but…pocket sized.” The girl next to him softly smacks his chest with a warning look.

“He's a kid, Miles. We've met other variants of ourselves before so this shouldn't be different.” Her eyebrows furrowed and the metal piercing by her right glinted underneath the fluorescent lights. Gwen.

Miles pouted. “At least my variant was the same age.” He mumbled under his breath.

Gwen smiles. “Nice to meet you, Miguel.” 

“Ah–actually. You guys can call him Miggy or anything other than Miguel. Just to avoid confusion for the time being.” Jess intervenes awkwardly, helping Miggy into a seat by Miles and Gwen. All of them give their own greetings, welcoming Miggy in despite the strangeness of seeing a more timid and kid version of the man in charge.

“Qué tal?” Miles leans back in his chair.

Miggy brightens up. “Hablas español?” He asks Miles. Miles sits up, wide eyed and suddenly nervous.

“Y-yeah, I know un–un poquitito, y'know.” There was still a bit of an accent but Miggy didn't mind, simply chuckling and nodding, subconsciously showing off his sharp fangs when taking a bite of his burger.

“Woah, were those fangs?” Pavitr leans over the table to take a closer look. Miggy leans back. “Are they retractable too?”

“Uh, no. It’s–it’s just like that.” Miggy chuckled awkwardly after swallowing.

“How long you been Spider-Man for?” Miles asks and turns to him.

“Ah…almost a year, pretty sure.” He kept eating, taking another few bites.

“Are you on rapture?” Hobie tilts his head with a raise of his eyebrow, almost with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Bug-eyed and jaw slacked, Miggy snaps his head to Hobie, nearly choking on himself. “No!” He sputtered while Hobie nodded and leaned back as he relaxed. “Shock, what is wrong with you guys?” He wheezed out.

Pavitr laughs. “I like this new little boss.”

“He don’t got a stick up his arse, that’s for sure. Makes him ten times better than the geezer.” Hobie plays with his bottom lip ring.

“Be nice.” Jess warns with her arms crossed.

“I am nice. That was my nicest, actually.”

Jess’s phone pings in her pocket and she checks her alarm. “Shoot. I need to go. Miggy,” He turns his head to her. “We’ll have to finish orientation another time. I gotta head home. Guys, if you could just keep an eye on him till the end of the day?”

The group of young spiders nod up at her, all responding with their own variations of responses. Jess gives a lingering look to the group, eyeing them down to make sure she can trust them. Deeming them good kids, she sighs and waves, walking away to open a portal back to her dimension. Miggy shrinks in his seat, now being with semi-strangers and the only person he kinda knew in this place, left.

After she leaves, all of them begin to ask more questions like how old he was, if their Miguel’s universe was similar to his universe, etc, etc. Miggy tried his best to answer ease their curiosity with a gentle yet nervous smile. It had been a while since so many people have been kind to him.

Gwen mentions your name after thinking for a moment. “Do you think they know about him?” Miggy’s ear perks up at the mention of you. Where were you anyway? Did you leave? He wanted to see you again.

“Not if Miguel allows it. I can see him getting mad about this.” Pavitr rests his chin in his palm.

“Be a bit freaky if I were to see ‘em together anyway. Since they’re always around the big man.” Hobie crosses his arms on the table.

“I don’t think it’d be freaky. Everyone’s making a big deal about this.” Gwen frowns. Miggy droned out their talking, his eyes searching side to side to find and exit. Don’t get him wrong, these are nice people and he can see himself being friends with them, he just…really needed to see you.

Or maybe it was an excuse to escape their gossiping while in front of him.

Miggy slipped from his seat and escaped the flurry of whatever the hell they were saying while they chatted amongst themselves. He used his webs to swing himself to the ceiling with a small fwizz coming from his wrists. His claws poked out, clutching onto the metal as he crawled away, avoiding Spider-Monkey and out of the threshold. He failed to notice a pair of eyes watching his exit.

He hopped off the wall and landed on one of the many beams the building provided. Miggy took a few glances around him to make sure no one could bother him when he lifted his wrist to his face. He hesitantly raises a finger to the screen. Even though it looked like his universe tech, he still had no clue how it operated. Deciding not to break it accidentally, he brought it close to his lips. “Hey, miss…AI lady, ma’am?” He whispers to the watch.

Lyla suddenly popped up on top of the screen, her holographic body standing in front of many tiny floating monitors. Miggy yelped, covering his mouth with his other hand.

“What’s up little boss? Got a question? And no, you’re not allowed on any mission. You’re on babysitter protocol.” Lyla didn’t look up at him, choosing to look at each file and trashing the ones she deemed unimportant.

“Babysitter?” Miggy scrunched up his face in disdain.

She yawned. “Big boss doesn’t want you out and about to other universes yet. Sorry, kid. Now if you’ll excuse me–”

“Wait, wait! No! That’s–that’s not what I was gonna ask.” He panicked, gripping the watch with his hand. Lyla’s heart sunglasses slid down her nose as she turned her head over her shoulder to face him. “I was just gonna ask about…” He saw your form leave Miguel’s corridor before bumping into another spider person he didn’t recognize for a quick chat. He felt his little heart speed up and smiled. “...them.”

Miggy and Lyla both peered down to watch you smile and laugh with the other spider-man. Miggy noticed a redhead baby in his arms. Lyla glanced at him, back to you and then back to him. She stood up straight and crossed her arms after sliding her shades back on her nose bridge. “Oh, they’re way too old for you, kid.” Miggy frowned at the holographic lady. You had finished talking with whoever that was and waved him and the baby goodbye. Miggy’s heart raced as he prepared himself to jump off the beam.

“Whatever, pequeñita. Don’t need your help anymore. Catch a virus or something.” Miggy grinned mischievously down at her while Lyla gasped in shock.

“Hey–!”

Miggy switched her off and quickly used his webs to stick to the ceiling and swung down behind you, landing on his feet with a quiet thump. Hearing that sound, you turned around to check to see Miggy had stood up on his feet with a toothy smile. The sides of his hair had fallen out of place and he tucked it behind his ear as he walked up to you.

“Hey.” He placed his hands on his hips and puffed up his chest to appear more muscular. You huffed a small laugh, crossing your arms and tilting your head as you looked at him.

“Hi there. I didn’t think we’d meet again so soon.” You decided to amuse him. Miggy shrugged.

“Guess it was fate,” You snorted but Miggy continued anyway. “I was wondering if you had time for a chat? This is your universe I'm assuming? You could show me around the city. Maybe grab a snack together.” He grinned, looking at you with an innocent expression. But you knew better. Miguel would try the same thing in his own version once in a while.

“Uh-huh, yeah, right. Where’s Jess?” You placed your hands on your hips. Miggy stiffened but recollected himself.

“Busy.” He said, technically not lying.

“Sure,” You dragged out. “Well, I thought you came from a similar universe. I don’t think there’d be much new stuff to show you, kid.” You give him a playful pointed look with a tilt of your head. Miggy tsked, poking his cheek with his tongue in annoyance. He didn’t like you thinking he was just some kid. He was more than that, he’d prove it!

“Well, I beg to differ. I’m naturally curious, y’know. It’s one of my charms so I’d like to see if you’re right.”

“So you don’t believe me?” You raised your eyebrow.

Miggy hummed in thought, looking off to the side. “Not at all. Just a test.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Alright, I’m not doing that,” Miggy’s face dropped. “But I am just heading home really quick and then coming back here. So, if you want, you can join me.” You offered and his face brightened up.

“Yeah! Yeah–sure, sure. That I can totally do.”

“Great. It’s actually not far from here so we could just walk to—”

“Woah, woah, woah. Walk? If you hadn’t noticed, I’m Spider-Man.” Miggy gestured to himself with a smug smirk, but your face didn’t falter.

“I see that.”

Miggy pouted. “I can carry you.”

You waved him off. “That’s really not necessary. I know you’re strong but–” You yelped as you felt Miggy grab your waist and pull your close. The height difference was a little awkward but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. He wanted to prove to you he was capable and strong. His webs shot out and stuck to the walls, swinging the both of you around while he tried finding an exit with a determined look. You wrapped your arms around him, hoping to the universe that you wouldn’t fall, and he felt his heart race a little faster.

“Directions, please!” He exclaimed, a smile in his voice while you screwed your eyes shut. You eventually felt the wind in your hair and the far away sounds of hover cars zipping past. “That’s new!” He dodged the cars with stealth, clutching you tighter to him.

Your legs became shaky and as soon as your feet touched the ground of your patio, you fell to your hands and knees with a giant huff. Miggy landed beside you, letting you take a breather.

“Estas bien?” He asked gently, his voice much softer than the persona he tried to maintain. He knelt by your side, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Fine, fine. Just…don’t do that again.” You helped yourself up and walked inside after opening the glass door. Miggy followed behind you, slightly embarrassed. He glanced around the area, seeing a void of color all around. Simple grays, blacks, and whites as the palette for couches, walls and the like. It was super different compared to back home. His mom usually did the decorations. Miggy thought this room felt very cold.

“This is your home?” He asked, feeling like this was a stark difference from your personality.

“Yeah, well kind of. I live here with someone.” You reply, rummaging through some things in a different room. Miggy perked up, his lips turning downward and feeling jealous.

“Who?” He asked, looking around to see if he could find anything that showed two people lived here.

You didn’t respond. Maybe you didn’t hear him, maybe you did. Miggy was distracted anyway as he walked slowly around the living room. In the corner of his eye, he saw a box that was out of place on one of the selves by the giant holographic TV. He strolled towards it, its dark purple color being the only thing attracting him.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around touching things.” Your voice was heard behind him, making Miggy jump. He took a big step away from the box, becoming more curious but he respected you enough. “I thought you would’ve had enough manners to not go snooping in someone's home.” You tossed him a soda and he caught it, seeing that the name brand was slightly spelled different from his own dimension. He found it a little unsettling; still getting accustomed to everything.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, popping open the can with his talon. “What did you get?”

You shrugged. “Some things to help out the society.” You walked towards the couch and sat on the far right to rest yourself on the armrest. “Just give me a minute and we’ll head back.”

Miggy nodded along, shifting his weight from side to side. “What…are you to the society?” He asked quietly, almost afraid he’d offend you.

“What do you mean?” You looked over at him, patting the side next to you to offer him a seat. Miggy walked over and sat by you, a little farther than what you offered.

“Like…you’re clearly not a spider person, much less some powers, but yet you’re in the society. You know all those people yet you’re…a civilian?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m just a regular person. I can’t climb walls or shoot webs but…I think I have a right to be there.”

“You said you were special. What does that mean?” He peeked over at you, his soda faintly fizzing.

You avoided his question. “How about you tell me about yourself instead?”

Miggy tilted his head. “Me?” He asked. “But…I don’t think I’m much different from your ‘other me’.”

You waved him off. “I’m sure there’s some difference. C’mon, don’t be shy. I wanna know about the newbie.” You cross your legs and turn to face him.

Miggy looked apprehensive, not really sure if it’s the right time to spill his life story but you asked so he caved in.

“Well, I was bitten trying to save my, uh, bully.” He looked down at his drink and took a small sip. Your smile dropped.

“You were bullied?”

Miggy nodded. “Well, yeah. It, uh… didn’t end well,” He rubs the side of the can. “There was this huge explosion when checking out the spiders in Alchemax– my dad used to work there,” He doesn’t look up at you. “My dad’s boss and his kid were there. His son bullied me, sure, but when that explosion happened, somewhere in between I got bit and…I dunno,” He sighed, a clear heavy weight on his young shoulders. “Kron was there and I tried–I did– and I don’t even know why I did but he still…y’know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine but even though he died, he bullied me. But it doesn’t mean he should’ve passed, y’know? Then I woke up and they said my dad died too so it was all confusing back then.” He leaned back on the couch with a heavy sigh.

“I’m…so sorry,” You apologized grimly, guilt eating you up for asking. Miggy looked over at you and gave you a reassuring smile, his fringe falling out of place.

“It’s fine. It happened a while ago. The feeling is still there, just a little less. You didn’t hurt me, promise.” He then chugged the rest of the soda down his throat, feeling the fizz bubble down to his stomach. He crushed the can right after, his talons digging into it and showed you the marks he made. “I got sick powers and I can help my family more now. When they’re in trouble I can just put on the suit and make sure they’re safe.” He beamed with pride and you mirrored the same expression.

“You love your family?” You asked gently, taking the can from his hand and getting up to place it in the recycling bin.

“Mhm!” Miggy nodded. “Since the explosion, we all became a little more tight knit. My mom especially. She became more protective over my little brother since he’s still super little.” He looks up at you as you come back.

“What’s his name?” You hide your smile since you feel you know the answer.

“Gabriel.” Miggy beams. “He’s practically my shadow, which mom doesn’t like. Says I’m too reckless and doesn’t want him to be like me.” He blew raspberries to signify his mild annoyance at the thought.

You laugh and grab a backpack full of things that Miggy assumes were the things you came to collect. “After you swung me around, I think I agree with her.” You joked.

Miggy shot up from his seat and pouted. “Not cool.” But he enjoyed the way you smiled. “Gonna head back out now?”

Nodding, you slip the backpack on and walk with him back to the balcony. “Yup. Whenever you’re ready.” You look at him expectantly. He went a little wide eyed.

“You want me to swing us back?” Lost on why when you screamed earlier.

“Well, I’m prepared this time.” You and Miggy smiled at one another and he looped his arm around your middle. Your hands around his neck and he stuck his web to a building, jumping off the balcony and swinging back to HQ.

A/N: Please forgive me for this mid chapter i'll try to make the next one better i promise

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[motherlvr]

reflections

Request: "Omg I have an idea where in this universe miles is the prowler and y/n spider-women but in the spider miles can you make it where y/n is the prowler and miles is Spider-Man and they like meet like how they did here"

thank you for the req and your patience!

wc: around 0.6k

Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x Spider-woman! Reader, Earth! 1610! Miles Morales x Prowler! Reader

Warnings: minimal cursing, established relationship, nothing really, the multiverse is confusing

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This was not in the terms and conditions of becoming Spider-woman. In fact, this was probably one of the things you should've abstained from considering you were Brooklyn's most honorable vigilante. Then again, that would also mean you'd have to refrain from dating the Prowler. Or being associated with him. You broke that rule a while ago.

Did this make you a kidnapper? Or at least, aiding and assisting in a kidnapping.

Your boyfriend, Miles, had restrained a version of himself on a punching bag. The Spider-man version of himself. You almost felt sympathetic for him. As the variant tried to convince your boyfriend to let him go, you felt your spider-sense go off.

Only a moment later, your senses were correct as usual. A portal appeared next to the three of you. With a strange figure marching out of it.

The portal's luminous light nearly blinded you as you squinted your eyes. You could barely make out the figure marching towards you. But then you recognized her. "No way." You gasped, cupping your hand over your mouth. How did you not think about the possibility of this occurring?

It was like looking into a mirror. Except, this mirror must've shattered during shipping. She wasn't by any means a reflection of you. She wasn't Spider-woman. No, she was the Prowler. Suited head to toe in gear. And she looked pissed beyond comprehension.

Miles and you immediately became defensive. You readied your webs, "Who the hell are you?" you demanded.

She sneered at you, "More like, who the hell are you?" Taking in your appearance, she looked you up and down with a glower. Her face recoiled at the sight of a heroic, vigilante version of herself.

In response to her hostility, you said, "I'm Spider-woman, who else would I be?" You rolled your eyes at her. In no universe would you ever consider becoming the Prowler. That wasn't the case for her, however.

"That's funny. I'm the Prowler. But I assume you already know that." She growled as she wound up her claws, ready to pounce on you. She protectively stood in front of your boyfriend's impersonator. The Spider-bitten version of your lover. The Spider-man clone seemed to be relieved that she came for him. The fear dissipated from his face.

You suddenly had a revelation.

"Oh my god, babe. They're us but swapped." You grabbed onto your boyfriend's arm, shaking him. You couldn't fathom what you were witnessing. It was now evident to you that she was here to rescue her beloved Spider-man. You belonged together in every universe, it seemed.

"Who says you're not the ones swapped?" She lowered her guard as she sassed, putting her hands on her hips. Seeing the Prowler variant of you act so un-villain-like was certainly a change of pace.

Yeah, she was definitely a variant of you. You tried to contain your laugh, reminding yourself that she was supposed to be your rival. She's supposed to be the bad guy in your story. But so was your boyfriend.

Leaning over to your Miles, you whispered to him, "I know I shouldn't, but I like her."

Regarding your comment, Miles told you composedly, "That makes one of us."

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales spider man #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #spider man #prowler miles #established relationship #miles morales prowler #prowler!miles x reader #x reader #lovers #prowler miles morales #miles morales #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

“I am…You know who I am”

[TWST AU]: What if MC/Yuu was an Iron Man fan and a genius engineer who created their own iron suit?

[Gender Neutral MC/Yuu]

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu is this variant of Iron Man and they are titled as “Iron Force” in Twisted Wonderland.

[TW]: Some cursing

[(A/N)]: Hi everyone. It’s been quite some time since I posted TWST magic. I have been busy with IRL stuff and working on non-TWST ideas on my main blog (@swiftyangx12). I unexpectedly took a break from the fandom, but slowly getting back into business and honestly, I miss my boys...

[AC/DC - Back in Black]

Alright, let’s see how this goes…

MC/Yuu was a huge fan of Iron Man and an aspiring genius engineer back in their home world.

After hearing about Stark’s sacrifice, they felt devastated that their idol passed on.

They coped by studying and building inventions, motivating themselves to honor their role model.

Then one day as they were walking to school in New York, something happened.

At first, they were exiting from their usual coffee shop and the next thing you know, they’re confined into darkness.

MC/Yuu: Alright. Not the weirdest thing since being dusted away for five years.

After feeling their surroundings to escape from their imprisonment, they heard somebody chatting about how heavy the door is to open up.

Then after blazing fire hued in blue, blew up the the door and this triggers MC/Yuu’s iron suit (with the latest nanotechnology) to encase them, activated to confront what was a danger to their safety.

When they’re revealed to Grim, he got scared. Because it’s not everyday to see someone in an iron suit and he just screamed as a reaction.

MC/Yuu holds out their hand ready to blast away whatever that creature was.

MC/Yuu: What the hell are you? A talking cat? Raccoon? A demonic alien from another dimension?

Grim: I’m neither of those! I am “The Great Grim”!

MC/Yuu: Who? Look, buddy. I think I got kidnapped and was somehow dragged here. I need to find my way out. *Activates their boosters and flies out of the room*

Grim: Hey wait! *Chases after them*

They basically flew out of the academy and toured around the whole world having to realize they’re not on their Earth anymore.

Then MC/Yuu return back to NRC, clumsily landed in during the Dorm Sorting Ceremony.

Every student was startled by a stranger in an iron suit.

Grim unceremoniously barged into the room.

Grim: You’ll never escape from The Great Grim!

MC/Yuu: Okay. *Holds their blaster up aiming at the menace*

Then Crowley came rushing in, putting a stop to the whole mess.

Crowley: Seize your fighting!

MC/Yuu: Uhh…Who are you? *Powering down their blaster and opens up their mask*

Crowley: I am Dire Crowley, Headmaster of Night Raven College.

MC/Yuu: …J.A.R.V.I.S., scan him.

Crowley: What-

After the chaos was settled, Crowley dragged MC/Yuu to his office for them to explain their dilemma. They also explained what they can offer for NRC with upgrades around the area.

Oh! Grim is still with MC/Yuu because after he listened to what they can do, he decided to be the greatest mage with technological advances.

Grim: MC/Yuu, who are you always talking to?

MC/Yuu: My A.I. assistant. They’re called J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0, “Just A Really Very Intelligent System, but as my own version.” He helps me hypothesize possible outcomes when testing my inventions, and assist fighting bad guys by my side.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: I’m also their assistant for daily tasks and reminders. Grim, you and MC/Yuu are scheduled by Headmaster Crowley to pick up supplies for the upcoming NRC’s annual Magift Games at 7 p.m.

Grim: No way! I don’t wanna do chores.

MC/Yuu: You get to ride with me in my iron suit.

Grim: Oh yeah, I forgot. Let’s go!

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MC/Yuu: What kind of power source I can use around this world? *Snaps their fingers* A Mage Stone. Crowley, by any chance, are there other magical crystals back in that Dwarf Mine?

Crowley: There are, but I mustn’t let you go there since it was closed due to a “monster” you fought last time.

MC/Yuu: Alright. I’m still getting that power source.

[5 hours later]

MC/Yuu: *Inserts the mage stone in their suit* There. My very own Arc Reactor.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Congratulations, MC/Yuu. You discovered a new element.

MC/Yuu: Definitely. Sourced a new element as this is my first.

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Vil: MC/Yuu, explain this. *Shows them an online article*

MC/Yuu: *Reads the article* Oh yeah. I had an interview and became a philanthropist.

Vil: You’re basically a celebrity by this point. What did you do to become this well-known?

MC/Yuu: I just helped some people. Carrying thousands of construction materials, assist upcoming tech companies with my knowledge from my experience and gave children the best rides of their lives…Oh my god, I’m becoming like my idol. Except the rich and player parts.

Vil: You’re a celebrity, MC/Yuu. You would have plenty of Madol from all this exposure.

MC/Yuu: Okay, I’m becoming rich, but I can’t pull no bitches.

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[During Chapter 2]

Iron Force: *Charges at Overblot!Leona and kicks him mid-air*

OB!Leona: *Knocked the wind out of his lungs*

Iron Force: Okay J.A.R.V.I.S., any chances?

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: 90% success rate of subduing the target.

Iron Force: Then 10% avoiding this mess. *Knocks him to the ground*

OB!Leona: Why that little- *Punched in the face*

Iron Force: *Repeatedly punching him* Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!

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MC/Yuu: *Wearing glasses*

Azul: I didn’t know you wear glasses. Trying to appear as an intellectual?

MC/Yuu: Hm? Oh, no. My sight is fine. I just transferred J.A.R.V.I.S. in these modified frames.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Scan completed. You have a slight iron deficiency and recommend a salad in your diet, MC/Yuu.

Azul: Did it just talked?

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Yes. I also scanned your physiology and it reveals you’re 95% suspicious of my existence and 5% envious of me for being MC/Yuu’s A.I. assistant.

Azul: I certainly do not envy your virtual assistant.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Oddly enough, your biology categorized as relations of Cephalopod.

Azul: …

MC/Yuu: You’re an octopus?

Azul: May we change the subject?

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Iron Force: *Flying around the island*

Ortho: *Flying beside them* Hi MC/Yuu!

Iron Force: What the f-?! *Halts their flight and hovers with Ortho* I didn’t know somebody else created an iron suit in this world.

Ortho: Iron suit? Oh! You mean my structure. Nii-san helped with my upgrades.

Iron Force: You’re not wearing a suit? You’re an android with highly advanced artificial intelligence?

Ortho: Yes!

MC/Yuu: …Whose your brother?

[An hour later]

Idia: *Finishing a difficult level*

MC/Yuu: *Hacks into his door as it slides open* You didn’t tell me you’re a tech genius!

Idia: *Startled* AHH! Who let you in?!

MC/Yuu: I let myself in. Buddy, we need to collaborate-

[That’s how a friendship was made.]

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[Imagine H.Y.D.R.A. somehow created a portal and enter into TWST]

Iron Force: Oh boy. Thank god I made spare suits. *Activates the other suits*

Jack: You’re fighting alone?

Iron Force: Not alone. I made some for you guys to help everyone. *Closes their mask*

[The First Years enter into their respective suits.]

Ace: *In his suit* How do you work in this thing?

Iron Force: There’s an automated mode to help control your suit. You even get your own A.I. assistants I programmed in each of your suits.

J.E.R.K.: Hello, I am J.E.R.K. Your A.I. assistant, Mr. Trappola.

Ace: Really? Jerk?

Iron Force: The words behind the acronym are better.

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#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #Marvel #Iron Man!MC #Iron Man!Yuu #Iron Force!MC #Iron Force!Yuu #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

[puppetwoman17]

Would you ever expand upon your joker junior thoughts more? I think that was such a well written idea and would love to hear what else you think about it

Oh my god yes. 100000% YES!

That post before was more of an idea vomit, didn’t cover all of what I thought, so I’m happy to hear someone wants to hear more.

So, JJ’s always been a tough convo for Tim. Obviously. But it’s not just because of how traumatizing the Joker can be, or about the shocks and psychological torture. It also reminds him of a grim time in his life. With Bruce still going through the motions post-Jason’s death, and Dick frequently spending all his time in Bludhaven, he hadn’t been watched much. Save for Babs, ofc.

That’s actually why they’re so close. She’s much more emotionally competent thanks to her dad, lol.

JJ wasn’t only a big thing for Tim, but for Gotham too. In a place like this, it wasn’t hard for whispers from the Joker’s men to travel to civilians and cops. Everyone knew why Robin was nowhere to be seen. Everyone knew why Batgirl looked the way she did, agitated and worried. Everyone knew why the cops searched that same warehouse over and over, never allowing anyone inside.

Which was also why no one was happy to see Nightwing, very obviously the first Robin, return after yet another sabbatical in Bludhaven. Of course, that stopped a little after everyone collectively realized that, oh crap, he doesn’t even know!

This begins a collective effort by the more clear-minded people of Gotham to NOT disclose anything JJ related. There has to be a reason, right? No way were they going to force Robin #3 to disclose anything he didn’t wait to. It didn’t hurt that a year or two later, a mysterious figure named Oracle began effectively making every news article or picture related to JJ disappear.

Everyone holds their breaths for the next few months. What if what happened to the second Robin happened to him? What if he was too crippled to go back out?

As the Batfamily grows bigger, it becomes way clearer that Robin #3 hasn’t said a WORD. Not even after they grow closer, when the screaming and murder attempts and arguments cease. He doesn’t say a word, so no one else does either.

Tim goes to great lengths to medicate himself against any variant of Joker venom or gas. The familiar smells just… bring things back to the surface.

He tries not to act like Jason whenever the Joker gets out of Arkham. It’s already hard for everyone to hold him back from killing the monster. Jason doesn’t need some second-rate copy of his trauma trying to get sympathy. Unlike Jason, he didn’t die. He didn’t come back differently, or lose footing on his life, his job, whatever.

It would just be better if Tim acted as aloof and concentrated as he always did. Not make a big scene, and follow Batman’s orders to a T. No need to worry anyone.

Honestly, the only reason no one notices the literal war going on in this boy’s head is because he doesn’t want to cause a scene.

Oh, and if you’re wondering what he says when one of the bats finds him the next night, still avoiding them…

Yeah, he full on denies EVERYTHING. Looks whoever it is, Jason, Steph, Dick, straight in the eye and says that what they saw was fake. Edited. Something to threaten Bruce with years ago. Tim just ran because…because…Anyway, he’s fine. Don’t worry about Tim Drake. He’s fine.

Babs groans over the comms when everyone hounds on her to tell them everything. Like hell is she gonna tell them a single thing until she has Tim’s full permission.

#tim drake #red robin #joker junior #batman the animated series #batgirl #barbara gordon #joker #Batman #batfamily #Nightwing #red hood #gotham #I don’t read many comics lol sry #I’m not an encyclopedia #canon divergent #or compliant #idk continuity is weird in dc

[teenidlegirl]

꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ you confront your captor face-to-face and learn of his plans. while tracking down your whereabouts, the spider squad worry about miguel.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ angst, backstories, mention of past character death, mentions of blood, swearing, miguel pissed af

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harry osborn. you recognize that name, learned it back at HQ while hanging out with a peter variant. the best friend of peter parker, son of norman osborn. you were familiar with green goblin variants are commonly norman osborn but there are a few harry ones. your captor happens to be one.

this harry variant is menacingly mysterious. unfortunately, you cannot deny he is quite attractive. brown hair with hazel eyes. low-key built form. however, you aren’t going to allow him to charm you. this fucker kidnapped you and has clear intentions for something disastrous. what could he possibly want with you? why does he need you? there isn’t anything special about you. sure, you’re associated with the acclaimed spider society but you don’t work there nor a spider-person yourself. just a normal, average human being trying to make a living.

“what the hell do you want from me? why did you kidnap me?” you glare at the menacing villain, demanding answers to those never-ending questions infiltrating your poor fatigue mind.

in return, you only get a mischievous chuckle as he slowly steps closer which makes you take a step back instinctively. “you seem like the perfect bait. a beautiful bait, in fact.” he said with a head tilt.

you scoff in disgust at his flirting. this piece of shit. “you didn’t answer my fucking questions. why the fuck did you kidnapped me?” you said through gritted teeth, anger laced in your tone.

to your surprise, harry remains calm but that mischievous smirk grew wider. “you’re close with your spider-man, correct? the tall one with fangs?” he knew his question was proven true as he watched your eyes slightly widen in surprise.

“the one that sent your stupid ass back to your universe? yeah, him. he’ll be hunting your ass until you’re gone permanently. and believe me, he’ll make sure of it.” you stare down at him, hints of confidence in your tone. you knew miguel would hunt his ass. that man is capable of many things.

that mischievous chuckle echoes the room. “he’s fond of you, immensely fond of you.” he takes another step but you stand your ground. “the day of the attack, he stopped everything he was doing and went to you. ignored the rest and went to you as if you were his main priority.”

your eyes narrowed suspiciously at his words. “i was about to be blown up, of course he had to save me.”

“no no…” he waves a finger in a slow, dismissive manner that pissed you off. “he acted differently towards you… as if you were a love one. the way you two were bickering at each other wasn’t a simple exchange between a hero and a civilian. he shown too much care towards your safety.”

you can’t deny the rapid beating of your heart as you listen to his words. he isn’t wrong to be honest, miguel did cared too much about your safety that day. recalling how rude he was towards you, calling you an ‘idiot’ for all things. to this day, you still don’t understand why miguel makes such a big deal regarding your safety. the numerous times he demanded you to stay out of trouble. why did he care so much? why did he care about you so much? prior to your friendship, if you wanna call it, miguel had always behaved like a concerned boyfriend. does he really cares that much for you?

“he’s fond of you… or i should say, loves you.” harry states with a smirk, watching your eyes widen drastically at his mischievous words.

loves you?

miguel doesn’t loves you. you’re just simply friends, whether he admits it or not, nothing more.

right? it’s just delusions.

sure, you’ve had one semi wet dream about him but that’s out of delusions. you never pushed further, disregarding any feelings you have for him because you’re merely friends. although, there is unspeakable tension between you two. a deep connection like two magnets drawn together and inseparable. you do feel your heart beating faster when he’s near you like standing or sitting beside you, barely leaving any space between you two. the beautiful tulip he gave you as a gift for helping him the other night. you have it in your room on your nightstand. him begging to you to repay you, saying the tulip wasn’t enough for how much you helped him. how he wanted to express his gratitude. that made your heart flutter.

snapping out of thoughts, you glare at your captor and take a step forward. “he doesn’t. now what the fuck is your plan? what are you planning to do?”

he huffs, lightly shrugging his shoulders. “like mentioned before, you’re the perfect bait. he finds you’re missing, knows my escape and will track down my whereabouts to here.” harry turns around and walks away with hands behind his back. he walks up to a machine with tons of wires and vials connected to it. “when he and his goons arrives, a fight begins, drama and such. when he is at his lowest, his ass will be dragged here, placed into this glorious machine which will drain every ounce of rapture from his veins.” he stands in front of the machine, admiring it.

your heart drops and your body freezes. he’s going to kill him; drain him to death. the thought of miguel dying shatters your heart. no — he can’t!

“you fucking psycho! you’re gonna drain him to death!” you want to beat his ass so badly but the ankle chains restrict you from doing so. “why are you doing this?! what’s your fucking deal?!” your shouting and screaming doesn’t affect him.

his laughter slowly drifts away, the amusement replaced with seriousness. “he hasn’t told you, hasn’t he?” harry quirks a brow at you.

“told me what?” venom laced in your tone.

the male sighs out of disappointment, rubbing the temples of his forehead before looking back at you. “of course he never told you, why would he? he doesn’t want you to see him as a killer.”

your heart drops again at his vile words.

a killer? miguel isn’t a killer.

what is he talking about?

“miguel is not a killer, you are.” you fought back.

hardy chuckled menacingly once again, shaking his head as he takes slow steps towards you. “you truly believe he’s a good guy. just your average spider-man saving lives when really he took lives without paying the consequences.” the change in his tone, filled with pure venom sent shivers down your spine. “do you really believe that? do you? are you another one of his believers blinded by his heroic deeds? so blind to not see the killer behind the mask?”

you step back from his approach, anxiety filling up your veins. “he’s not a killer! stop saying that!”

“HE MURDERED MY FATHER!” his voice echoed throughout the entire warehouse, ringing in your ears. silence soon followed afterwards, only the gently sounds of the water outside.

you stand there with wide eyes of shock, like a deer in headlights. murdered his father? that can’t be true. miguel is not a killer, he can’t be. “what?…”

another sigh escapes him, lowering his head as a sign of frustration. “before me, my father was the original green goblin. one night, he accidentally fell into another universe which of course alarmed your spider-man and his goons to chase after him.” he tan a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “my father was frightened and confused… trapped in another universe… away from his home, his family. can you imagine being away from your home?” faint tears swelled up in his eyes as he looks at you.

you couldn’t answer, to afraid to say anything but only listen to his story.

“when they arrived, my father was terrified. he ran away as fast as he could but of course your spider-man caught up to him.” there’s venom in the way he mentions miguel. “he chased my father on all fours like fucking crazy. they fought in the air, my father fighting for his life while that son of a bitch showed no stopping. at one point, my father lost control of his glider and sipped off.” a single tear drop from his eye trails down his cheek. “they say spider-man was trying to save him but of course they say that to paint him as the hero.” his fists clenched at his sides, the look of hurt in his eyes. “my father was found laying on the ground, a pool of blood spilling underneath him. he died by the hands of spider-man, your spider-man. miguel fucking o’hara.”

pure venom spilling from his lips by how harry said his name. you’ve never been so petrified, the unsettling feeling in your body.

“that’s why i developed up this marvelous plan, to finally make him pay the consequences, to honor my father.” harry finished with a glare, chest heaving.

“it… it wasn’t his fault… it was an accident.” you managed to croak out. you believe that miguel tried to save norman but it was too late. harry is simply hurting, grieving over his father’s death.

“it wasn’t an accident! he killed him and will not get away with it!” harry shouts with bloodshot eyes. “not this time, i’ll make sure of it.”

those chilling words frightens you; you’re more frightened for miguel. oh your heart aches terribly “don’t do this, harry. please. i may not understand the pain you’ve been through but revenge won’t do any good. not for you or your father.”

the male huffs, rolling his eyes. “my father would be proud of me for following in his footsteps, honoring him properly. and no spider is going to stop me.”

“you’re wrong. miguel will stop you before you even get the chance. he’s bringing others with him, you’re fucked.” you argue, brows furrowed.

that manic laugh echoes throughout the warehouse once again. “oh sweetheart, you’re really naive if you believe i didn’t planned this without reinforcements.”

before you could argue, sounds of metal approached from the shadows. long metal tentacles reach out, slamming the ground as the figure emerges from darkness. “good evening, miss [l/n].” the figure lowers his sunglasses with a light head bow.

the infamous doc ock.

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time is running thin.

the ground is shifting and the sky darkens.

a plague of anxiety consumes his heart.

ever since he stepped foot through the colorful portal, miguel has been on a manhunt for that green goblin son of a bitch. crimson eyes of wrath and vengeance. pearly white canines full of venom prepared to sink into that neck, injecting pure agony. talons ready to slice and rip multiple layers of skin until red oozes underneath.

but also large hands to caress your skin. broad arms to hold and embrace you for eternity. despite vengeance, all miguel wants is you to be in his arms. whisper a thousand sorrys into your ears while holding you protectively in his arms. how regretful he is for not being there to save you in the first place. how sorry he is for allowing you to get hurt. how sorry he is for entangling you into his mess.

this is why he doesn’t get close with anyone.

they get entangled in his mess.

while he’s on hellbent for revenge, the rest of the spidey gang are concerned for miguel. of course they’ve have seen his angry outbursts, recalling the incident with miles a while back. but this time was different and it was frightening to be honest. miguel appears more malignant. those red irises showed no mercy. his tense demeanor, a mixture of rage and anxiety. proven through those sharp talons and fangs. the heavy breathing through his flared nostrils and heaving chest, tensed back. clenched fists at his sides. the aggressive stomps and jumps after swinging from building to building.

the gang, specifically peter and jess, are worried miguel will do something he’ll regret. 

after endless swinging, they rest on top of a random rooftop which was just a few miles from the supposed warehouse according to the goblin’s whereabouts provided by lyla. just before miguel could swing off, jessica’s voice stops him.

“miguel, wait — we need to stop for a minute.” the pregnant woman approaches him from behind but he never stops and continues walking.

“no. we’re not wasting any more time.” miguel never turns to look at his colleague, only determination and vengeance consuming his mind.

“miguel, you can’t go in recklessly.” she argued. “we need to be strategic and careful about this.”

“the multiverse and an innocent life are at stake so no. there’s no time for strategical discussions.” the tall raging brunette continues walking until he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him stop in his tracks.

“miguel, please. i know how much she means to you but going in blind will only put her in more danger.” peter pleads with a concern look on his face, even mayday is worried about miguel.

just the combination of you and danger in the same sentence makes his blood boil. miguel swiftly turns to face the man dressed in a pink fuzzy robe with that iconic glare peter recognizes fairly well. 

“i summoned you all for a mission and to obey orders. if you can’t cooperate, then leave.” he said through gritted teeth, his fangs revealed.

peter slowly raised his hands in the air. “we want to save [y/n] and have her safe and sound as much as you do… but we need to be rational. we need to be careful. you can’t let revenge get the best of you.”

miguel’s eyes narrowed at his words but only responded with a grunt and turns around walking away from the squad.

“you can’t do this, miguel! you need to be careful!” peter yells but not too loud for mayday’s little ears.

“I’M NOT LOSING HER TOO!”

those words echoed the entire area into the distance, making the squad silent and shiver in fear. they stare eye-wide at the frustrated man with fangs and talons sticking out. those crimson eyes soften the minute he hears mayday crying. 

shit — he made a baby cry. 

miguel never wanted to gut himself so badly.

he watched peter try calming down his frighten daughter with gentle back rubs and quiet shushes while rocking her in his arms. the others are fixated between the crying baby and the raging miguel. jess has a sorrowful expression on her face.

lowering his head, miguel heavily sighs out of frustration as he rubs his forehead with one hand. yeah he fucked up things with his team and scared mayday but his anxious mind is consuming him entirely. if he doesn’t save you in time before the inevitable, he’ll never forgive himself. he can’t lose you; he can’t lose another important person in his life. he can’t bare another lost by his own hands. 

slowly lifting his head from his hand, miguel inhales a deep a breath before turning around and walking away from the group without saying anything else.

“wait miguel—“ peter reaches out a hand but gives up when he watches his colleague swing away.

the entire gang watched the furious spiderman 2099 swing towards the warehouse in silence. worried expressions illustrated on their faces, expect hobie but deep down he was a bit concerned. luckily, mayday managed to calm down but visible tear stains on her cute tiny puffy cheeks.

after a few moments of silence, peter puts on his mask and places mayday back in the baby carrier before stepping onto the ledge of the rooftop. 

“let’s go help him and save [y/n].” he turns to look at the others. he earns a nod and a small smile from jess. the others glance at each other before looking back at him, nodding as well. the rest of them join peter then jumped off the ledge and swing to the warehouse to join miguel to save you.

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Great Friends

Pairing: Hobie Brown x spiderperson!Reader

Summary: You and Hobie meet

Word Count: 1415

One use of Y/N I barely write in his accent again. Let me know if you want more Hobie and Honeybee

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“The portal should drop you off in the sewer systems. Your teammate for this one will meet you there.” Jess explains through Hobie’s watch as she sends the coordinates through.

“Why am I goin’ in the damn sewers?” 

“Because that’s where the anomaly is. Miguel and I would take care of it if it weren’t for one of the Kravens somehow getting out here. Just go and take care of it, Hobie.” She hangs up then leaving his watch to blink with the awaiting coordinates.

“Why did I agree to this stupid club?” Hobie mutters to himself before opening up the portal and stepping through it. He immediately plugs his nose at the strong smell of his new surroundings not even wanting to think of the residue from the walls he’ll have to clean off his boots. “Bloody hell, what kind of villain wants to have his lair ‘ere?” He’s heard stories of course from other spider people of chasing a Lizard variant into a sewer but never thought he’d be getting thrown straight into one.

He follows the animal-like noises and rats through the tunnels to find an open area with a giant rat man monster in the middle of it. The rats surround him and follow his movements like a commune.

“The hell am I looking at mate?” Hobie’s question gets the creature's attention and it turns its whole body to look at him.

“Who…are you?” It grumbles out. “Where am…I?” He glitches after speaking.

“Not your universe, you make this easy and we’ll both be back home ‘fore you know it.” He takes a step toward the creature who lets out a growl feeling threatened and before Hobie knows it rats are swarming him. He cusses under his breath as he jumps to stand on the ceiling and shoot a web at the monster wondering where the hell his partner is.

“Sorry I’m late to the party!” Your voice rings out and echoes off the walls a bit as you make your appearance. “Hey there Vermin, you’re a long way from home aren’t you?”

“Honeybee.” Vermin growls before lunging for you.

“Ah ah, that’s no way to treat the person trying to get you home is it?” You playfully scold him as you dodge, your wings fluttering behind you keeping you in the air. Hobie chuckles at your words while staying crouched there watching you fly about dodging Vermin's attacks. Hobie’s eyes are transfixed on the wings jutting out from your back wondering if they’re real or part of your suit. He hasn’t seen a Spiderperson with wings before.

Your costume fits the name Vermin had called you, the body of your suit is black with your sleeves being yellow with the exception of the palms of your hands and your legs are adorned with black and yellow stripes until the solid black from your knee down as if you had boots on. Your black mask doesn’t cover your whole face, leaving your mouth to show.

“C’mon Verm, don’t make this hard. I was in the middle of baking when I got the call to come get you.” You land on solid ground and when he goes to throw a punch you let the stinger in your right arm free, slicing through his arm as you dodge. “You gonna help at all Spider, or are you gonna make me do all the work?” 

“On it.” Hobie swings over, landing a blow to Vermin's head with his guitar. “You supposed to be some sort of pixie or somethin?” He asks as he lands next to you and takes in the very real wings sticking out of your back.

“Cute, but no.” The two of you dodge another blow leaving Vermin’s fist to go straight into the wall. “Excuse me Verm, we’re trying to have a conversation.” You shoot what looks like honey onto his face causing him to stumble back trying to get it off. You’re back in the air behind him in no time. “You like my new trick, Vermin? Got the idea from my fellow spiders. Now let’s get you home yeah?” You toss the electric cage device underneath him as he starts to glitch again. “You’ll be back in your own sewer soon enough.” Hobie opens a portal back to headquarters while you flit around Vermin in his part time prison making sure he’s secure.

“Hobie Brown, Earth-138.” He holds his hand out as you land next to him again.

“Y/n Y/l/n, Earth-1203.” You shake his hand and smile, keeping your voice low enough that Vermin can’t hear. And Hobie notices the small fangs between your teeth. “You wanna swing him through with your webs or should we push?”

“So, you a spider person? Because you don’t look like one.” Hobie asks after the two of you follow the anomaly through the portal.

“Yes and no.” You wait for Margo to give you a thumbs up that Vermin is all situated before turning and start to leave the ‘cargo area’ as you liked to call it and motion with your head for Hobie to follow. “I’m the spider person of my universe but I’m not a Spider Woman variant or anything, I’m just me.”

“What’s your story?”

“It’s similar to almost everyone else's here. I was interning at Alchemax helping bioengineer plants that grew at an extremely rapid rate when I was stung by one of the bees they were trying to modify to help with the pollination. Next thing I know I’m waking up in the morning with wings, fangs and these cool ass retractable stingers.” As you mention them you let them out of your forearms to show them off. “They’re super similar to Kaine’s, if you know him. Anyway, I’ve been the one and only Honeybee in my universe for the last almost three years. What’s yours?”

“Homeless teen turned Spiderman from a spider bite.” Hobie shoves his hands into his vest pockets and sniffs. “Not much else to it.”

“Well I like your costume, it’s pretty cool.”

“Are the two of you done chatting?” Miguel asks as the two of you approach him. “You have a mission to debrief.”

“What’s there to debrief? We got him and I brought him here instead of home like I could’ve.” You cross your arms across your chest in an annoyed stance as you speak. When you found out you were going after your Vermin you had argued with Miguel over even bringing him back to headquarters when you could easily shove him in a portal back to your own universe. It’s why you were late.

“Fine, just get out of here. I don’t want to deal with either of you.”

“Wanna get food at the cafeteria?” You ask Hobie as you turn to leave.

“What’s the deal with the tension between you and boss man?” Hobie asks as he spreads out in the plastic cafeteria chair across from where you set your side of fries down.

“Well for one I refuse to just take his shit like everyone else seems to. And for two,” you hold up two fingers with one hand while the other peels off your mask revealing two big space buns along with the rest of your face, “he doesn’t believe me to be a ‘spiderman variant’ even though I have similar canon events and there’s no such thing as spiderman in my universe. Jess was the one who recruited me and all Miguel wanted to do when he first met me was send me home. Which as you can see didn’t work out.” Hobie follows your lead and takes his own mask off before leaning forward and stealing a fry. “What about you?”

“I don’t care what he thinks and he hates it.” 

“It’s so nice to meet someone around here who also won’t let Miguel walk all over them. I like all your piercings by the way. I always wanted to get my septum pierced but, well, I’m not sure why I never did.”

“You like to talk, don’t ya?” You shrug.

“I don’t get out a lot back at home so when I find someone here who’s willing to let me I talk their ear off. You don’t seem to talk much.”

“I do ‘ere and there. I like listening when the person's worth listening to.” 

“Am I?” He nods, you definitely are, he finds your voice very soothing to listen to. “Then I think we’ll be great friends, Hobie.”

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Steddie kinda famous AU(?) | Genderfluid Stevie <3 | Eddie is a rat man and I laugh at him (I would probably be like that if I was Steve Harrington husband but that's not about me) | Live laugh love Stevie | Pushing the history teacher Steve agenda because he's a variant of Hob Gadling >:D

[I'm sorry if it has errors it's been a while since I had written something in English (it's not my first language) so whatever mistake I have feel free to tell me and I'll edit <3]

. ° — ° — 🌟 — ° — ° .

Corroded Coffin seemed to be popular, things were getting better for them, they still had to do part time job because of that 'what if?' but things were going well. Definitely.

In an interview they asked about a song, the meaning. And the shit man Eddie Munson is, he answered with a grin on his face "That's about Stevie, as most of them".

And the fans went crazy, trying to find someone with that name in the Corroded Coffin set or working at some usual bar they played at.

"They is a history teacher" Eddie Munson told the world in another interview "and we are married" he showed the camera a ring he had next to his guitar pick on his neck, he had the biggest smirk on his face.

Then Corroded Coffin were guests of a fundraising gala, they were asked to play at it to attract more people. It was a fancy gala tho, everyone was in their bests dresses and all.

"This one's for my beautiful angel there, who looks as gorgeous as always" And Eddie winked at a special balcony of the vip guests.

Most of the public saw Eddie laughing softly, but they didn't know why. In that balcony a lovely brunette in a marion blue dress gave the guitarist and second voice of Corroded Coffin the middle finger as he had a stupid lovely gaze on their face while she blushed a little.

"Yeah love ya too sweetie" Eddie chuckled before starting with the show.

Later at the gala people saw Eddie Munson next to the tall brunette in that marion dress.

"So are you Eddie's girlfriend?" An interviewer asked, he looked at Stevie with those eyes Eddie didn't like.

But Eddie laughed as he waited for Steve's answer, that was going to be good as hell, they had the bitchy face on.

"Not a girl" Steve smirked "And definitely not his girlfriend, nor boyfriend, nor partner" She looked down at the man, who seemed so little compared to them "He's my husband"

"I am" Eddie smiled so stupidly in love as he looked up at Stevie, who usually wasn't that tall but with the black heels they was wearing today the difference was more than usual.

"Uh— Yeah" The interviewer looked at different places to get outta there

"You got any problem with that sir?"

"N-no it's perfectly fine ma'am— I mean sir— I mean—"

Steve snorted "Come on darling, let's go somewhere else without this kind of people"

And where Stevie went Eddie followed

The amount of edits with the song 'walk him like a dog' after that gala were more than years the Earth has.

"Teddy, look, another one" Steve chuckled as she showed Eddie his phone.

"Stop with that, you menace" Eddie laid down on the couch, next to his significant other, trying to take their phone away playfully.

"Erica is going to bully you so bad" Stevie giggled.

"And Red too" Eddie sighed "Jesus Christ, Stevie I am like that always?"

"It's cute"

"I hate you" Eddie muttered as Steve put on the baseball match of today.

"Love you too sunshine" She smiled softly as they started playing with Eddie's hair.

#steddie #genderfluid steve harrington #loml <3 #eddie munson #he's the raccoon man #like rockstar in a rat man way #steve x eddie #I see the way Stevie and Hob are connected idc what you say #I'm living for this #there's another thing I have where Steve is a drag queen and it's about platonic stobin what dya think about??? #I'm writing again 😭🌟 #steddie it's my comfort ship now #pandalily I'll come back someday #stranger things #I'M BACKKK #*insert Dusty and Stevie scene in S3 you know what* #have a nice day <3 #ALSO IMAGINE THAT STEVIE WOULD BE YOUR TEACHER #I would be insane #imagine seeing them on tv with that random rockstar your brother listens at #and go “that's my history teacher” #that would be wild #because Steve's Barbie and Eddie is his Ken idc what dyall say #kiddos go like “yeah my super cool lovely history teacher Stevie and their husband Eddie Munson” #“EDDIE MUNSON THE ROCKSTAR?” #“what?” and then the kids go wild (yeah even more)

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Torn Webs

Gwen Stacy x Spider!Reader

For @jacobblack3751009

You were a Spider Person, a variant possessed by the Spirit of Justice. Normally that would make you the Ghost Rider. But most know you as the Skull Spider.

But that felt so long ago. You mostly spend time in the Spider Society HQ, talking with others and trying to have a jam session every now and then with Hobie. And yet everything felt wrong.

Your heart was breaking. Not only had your girlfriend, the Spectacular Spider Woman also known as Gwen Stacy, broken up with you but now you could see the object of her affection, the reason why: Miles Morales. Gwen never stopped going on about Miles, even when you and her were dating. And now here he is, being led into the HQ, with her right next to him.

If it wasn't for the Spirit of Justice currently residing in your heart, you would've spun out and gone mad. He's innocent, the voice tells you.

You take a deep breath and try to separate yourself from them. Didn't take long for Miles to end up in some sort of trouble with Miguel. The leader of the Society, one who you saw as a close friend, had the young Spider Man trapped in an electric web.

Miles soon broke out and all hell had broken loose, practically every Spider person was chasing. Well except you. Innocent, again the voice told you, help him.

You took a deep breath and swung down on your flaming chains. You scooped him up and out of sight of the other spider people.

"Let me go man!" the young spider person practically shouted and beat at your arms.

"Silence Morales" the voice takes over, "we're your only hope of getting out of here!"

You hide him in a crevice. The spider people zoom past without even noticing you or Miles.

"Why are you helping me?" Miles looks to you, trying not to get burned by your flames.

"You're innocent" the voice states before letting you take over. You remove your mask and look Miles in the eye. "Gwen likes you."

Miles remains silent.

"She...she broke up with me" you offer a sad smile. "But you mean a lot to her and...yeah."

You throw your watch to him and take his day pass in exchange, "thanks man" Miles gives you a sad nod as he slips on the watch.

"Treat her well" you state before leaping away, swinging on chains. Your mind races with hurt and anxiety but you know you did right. Even if you couldn't be happy with Gwen, maybe Miles could.

Miles toggles with the watch before landing on his Earth and taking off into a portal.

You reach a ledge overlooking the future city. The Spirit of Justice cools down and recedes back into you. Gwen lands behind you, "where is he?"

"Home" you tell her, "as you should be. Never leave something unsaid. Trust me, your time with your dad is always limited"

Gwen walks up to you and kisses your cheek, "thank you"

"Besides the Spirit of Justice, my heart only had room for you" you tell her before leaping off the building and swinging away. "I hope you find happiness," that was the last thing you told her.

"I hope you do too,"Gwen whispers, clutching her chest. She didn't mean to hurt you but something about Miles meant something to her. Gwen could only hope that you could find some happiness.

Maybe there was a universe where she didn't break up with you. At least you could happy...in another universe, another time.

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Toothache - Tasm Peter Parker x reader

Title: Toothache

Pairing: Tasm Peter Parker x Reader | Also Peter 1, and Tony Stark

Word Count: 3,605

Summary: Reader comes home from the dentist kind of loopy, and some truths sort of come out.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst for about a paragraph

Notes: At first the I use Peter 1 and Peter 3, then a little later when you see "Pete" it is MCU Peter Parker, and "Peter" is Tasm Peter Parker. I think there are a few typos. And that I switch tense at some point. Or Point of View. I'm sorry. :(

“Peter!!” she exclaimed, skipping into the compound kitchen. Peter turns around from getting a cup of coffee.

“Y/N, hey. You’re cheery.” He looked her over. “Are you okay?”

“Oh.” Her face pulled down into a frown and Peter quirked an eyebrow. “You’re not the Peter I’m looking for.”

He chuckled.

“Where’s your, you know, variant? Your taller, awkwader, handsomer variant?”

“Uhhh….” Peter hesitated. “Well, did you say awkwader, and handsomer? Also, thanks,” he said sarcastically, but Y/N didn’t seem to notice.

Tony walked in just then. “Y/N? Oh, thank God, Peter, she’s with you.”

“Uh, Mr.Stark, is she…drunk?” Peter asked, unsure what the hell is going on.

“No, kid. We just came from the dentist. She got a tooth out. You didn’t the gauze? Shouldn’t Spider-Man be more observant, Pete?”

Peter peered down at Y/N. He finally caught a glimpse. “Well, it’s near the back of her mouth,” he said defensively.

“Kid, watch her,” Tony said exasperatedly. The woman went to touch the coffee pot, which was still boiling hot. Peter reached out just in time and grabbed her hand.

“No, no no,” he said, and used his grip on her hand to pull her over to the kitchen table. “Let’s sit down, huh?” He urged her into a chair and took a seat next to her.

“Thanks, kid. This stuff makes her damn loopy, but I’ve gotta get back to the lab. Will you keep an eye on her for me?” He handed Peter a piece of paper. “This is stuff she can’t have to eat or drink for at least forty-eight hours. So don’t give it to her.”

“Yeah, sure, Mr.Stark.”

 “Thanks for taking me to the dentist.” Peter noticed a slight slur in her voice for the first time.

“You’re welcome, kid.” Tony called her kid, too, even though she was nearly thirty years old.

“Bye Tonyyyy!!” Y/N said in a sing-song voice. “Love you!!”

Peter stifled a giggle, and glanced up to see what Mr. Stark would do. He’d stopped just short of the doorway, pinched the bridge of his nose, but Peter caught a smile on his face. “Love you, too!” he called back and Y/N beamed. Peter laughed. If Y/N had not been loopy she would not have just shouted that out, but it seemed to lower her inhibitions a bit, and apparently act as a sort of truth serum. Peter knew she looked at Mr. Stark as a sort of father figure also, so that’s what all that was about. He chuckled again.

“You need anything?” he asked her. “Water, f-?

“Oh, but you are cute!” she blurted out suddenly and Peter furrowed his brow.

“What?”

“The other Peter is handsome, but you’re cute. You’re a good-looking kid, but you know, young. To me.”

Peter put his hand over his mouth to try to hide his laughter. This was more amusing than it had any right to be, he though. And kind of wondered how MJ and Ned would react to all this.

“Where’s Peter 3?” Y/N asked, using the title Peter 1 had given him to make her point clear. He knew exactly who she was talking about before, though.

“I’m not sure,” he said honestly, and Y/N’s face pulled into a frown.

“I love you too, you know?” she said suddenly, and Peter smiled again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re like my little brother and one of my best friends, too.”

“Really?” Peter felt his cheeks heat up just a little, and felt all warm inside. This was really sweet. He wondered if she would have said any of this otherwise?

“Really. And also, a little tiny bit like an older brother, too, which is weird since you’re twelve years younger, but you’re kind of protective of me.”

He laughed again. He was. “Yeah, I know.” There was even a part of him protective of the thought of her going out with anyone. Not because he was jealous, but because he thought she deserved the best, and he knew about her past, which was not pretty. He also knew that her and Peter 3 had a little bit of an unspoken thing going on.

“Should you be talking this much?”

“You saying I talk too much??”

“No, no! I just meant…with your tooth pulled…” he sighed. “Never mind.”

There was silence for a minute and Peter wondered if she was not talking because of his comment. He got up and filled a glass of water for her, then placed it on the table in front of her.

“Thanks, Pete.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So, you love Peter 3?”

“What??”

“You said you loved me, too, so I assumed you meant him, you know, because you said ‘too.” He didn’t actually assume that, but he wanted to see what she’d say.

“No! I meant ‘too’ because…because I said it to Tony. Right, did I?”

“You did,” Peter assured her.

“Oh, good.”

Another pause.

She gave him a hug (more like nearly fell off her chair and he caught her.)

“I love you, too, you know?” he said.

“Yeah?” she smiled sweetly up at him.

“Of course.”

Another voice. “Did I walk in on something?” Peter 3.

“Peter!!” Y/N practically squealed and launched herself off the chair out of Peter 1’s arms over to Peter 3.

“Crap,” Pete mumbled, but Peter caught her. She basically launched into him. He grunted and caught her around her waist, holding her up.

“Uh, hi, bub,” he said to her, peering down at her. He was tall, Peter thought.

“Hi!!” She beamed at him and he smiled back. To Pete it looked like she was barely holding herself up, and Peter pulled her to stand more steadily on her feet, and his arm wrapped securely around her waist.

“What’s going on?”

Pete wasn’t sure if he meant with her or their interaction, so he said anyway, “No, you didn’t interrupt anything.” He made sure he made it clear. He could tell Peter really cared about Y/N, in a much different way then Pete did.

Peter turned to Y/N.

“She got her tooth pulled,” Pete elaborated.

“Oh,” Peter cooed as he touched her cheek to push her face to the side so he could see.  Gentle, always so supremely gentle with her.

“I missed you,” Y/N said to him suddenly.

Pete watched his variant’s cheeks turn a light pink at the comment. “Y-you did?” he stuttered, his hand still resting soft against her cheek, her head still turned to the side as she peered up at him. She nodded as his hand cupped her cheek.

“Course!” She smiles again. “Always miss you when you’re gone. Worry about you, too,” she mumbles the last bit so it is nearly unintelligible, but the two Spider-Mans hear it fine.

Peter smiles fondly at the slight slur of her words, and his thumb rubs a feather light arc over her cheek. Pete feels kind of like he’s intruding on a very private moment.

“Hey, kid, I’m back, I just-“

Tony stopped short, his eyes landing on Peter and Y/N. His lips dipped down into a small frown as he looked over the scene. Pete knew that Tony didn’t necessarily trust his variant Peter 3, and since he saw Y/N as another daughter, Pete knew he was not so happy with this little unspoken thing that was so obviously there.  

“Toonyyy!! Hiiiii!!!” Y/N smiled and slurred his name as she turned toward him, swaying a little. Peter’s left hand fell from her cheek and joined his other arm to wrap around her waist, holding her steady. Tony’s jaw tensed as he tracked the movement.

“Hey, kiddo, you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Peter’s home!” She beamed at the last sentence.

Tony’s smile was tight. “I see that, kid. Hey, there.” He said the second part to Peter with thinly veiled tension.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said politely, but his smile was a little tight, too.

Y/N leaned her head slowly to rest against Peter’s chest softly and sighed. Peter’s gaze shifted to her and his smile softened as he did. His hand began to raise from her waist. He hesitated, but it was like he couldn’t help himself, he had to do it. His hand rested on the back of her head and she closed her eyes as she sighed again.

“Tired, bug?” Peter asked in a soft voice, his fingers gently carding through her hair.

Pete again got the feeling of intruding on a private moment. Tony’s jaw tensed even more. Y/N nodded at Peter’s question. After many seconds, Tony cleared his throat. Pete wasn’t sure if it sounded more angry or awkward. He was thinking it tipped a little more to angry.

Y/N giggled softly.

“What?” Peter asked.

“You’re comfy.”

“We’re standing up.”

“You’re still comfy.” She snuggled into his chest a bit more and Peter blushed. Pete was pretty sure he blushed, too, and turned his head a little. Tony cleared his throat louder this time.

“Hey, you two. Over here.”

Peter turned toward Tony before Y/N did, his hand falling from her hair. Then she lifted her head and turned toward the billionaire, but laid it back against Peter’s chest, and his hand returned to its spot on the back of her head, gently twining his fingers through her hair.

“Mhm?” Peter said as his fingers carded through Y/N’s hair absentmindedly. Pete was almost sure he heard a noise something like a purr coming from her, but it was so quiet he only picked it up because of his enhanced hearing, and he was glad Mr. Stark couldn’t hear it.

“Y/N? Kid?”

She lifted her head off Peter’s chest a little, but still stayed close to him. And Peter’s hand did not move.

“Since you’re clearly feeling so sleepy – the meds must be getting’ to ya – why don’t we get to your room and to bed, okay?”

She nodded, but did not move from Peter’s arms. Tony raised his eyebrows. “Um…”

Y/N still didn’t move.

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark,” Peter said. “I can take care of her. I’ll get her to bed, make sure she’s okay.”

Pete was certain Mr. Stark clenched his jaw this time. He knew because he clenched his teeth so hard Pete could hear it, and he was sure that Peter could, too.

Pete felt bad for his variant. Peter didn’t do anything to Tony. Tony just didn’t trust him because he was new here, and he didn’t usually trust new people easily. But he should really cut Peter 3 some more slack. Pete also knew that the budding whatever-it-was between Peter and Y/N certainly wasn’t helping matters. Tony hated to see the young woman he looked it as another daughter falling for someone he distrusted. Pete knew he just didn’t want her to get hurt, that it came from a place of love, but still, it must have been so hard on Peter. Especially because, if you asked Pete, it was so clear that Peter would never hurt Y/N. Never. He was pretty sure he’d do anything to protect her, and that he just wanted her safe, taken care of, and happy. He’d probably lay down his life for her in a heartbeat. But Tony hadn’t quite gotten there yet.

“Stark?” Peter’s voice pulled Tony out of whatever spiral of thoughts he was going down. Pete was nervous btu weirdly curious to know what Tonys response to this would be.

He seemed to be chewing on the inside of his lip for a minute before his mouth formed – seemingly reluctantly – into a tight-lipped smile. Pete waited anxiously to hear his reply.

“Kid?” he said, and hid gaze flicked to Y/N instead of Peter. She didn’t seem to be listening too closely, her eyes a half closed and a bit unfocused. “Kid?” Tony repeated. She opened her eyes to look at Tony, and blinked against the tiredness taking over her body. “You okay with that? With Peter helping you?”

Her lit up visibly and she nodded. “Yesh, yea- yesh, damn!” The word wouldn’t come out right and Peter grinned affectionally. “Yeah, I am.”

Pete half expected Tony to argue, but he didn’t. He just nodded curtly. “Alright.” He looked to Peter 3. “You better take good care of her.”

“Of course, I will, Stark.” He looked down at Y/N. “Alright bub, come on.”

She peered up at him, a confused look covering her face. “To your room. You need some rest.” The look of confusion was erased, and she nodded, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay, come on.” Peter moved the hand on her hair so his arm was anchored behind her shoulders, then crouched down to anchor another behind her knees. She stared up at him with her brow quirked.

“What are you do-“

Her question was answered as Peter lifted her off of her feet and into his arms. He did so slowly and carefully, it looked like he was trying not to jostle her in the slightest. She gasped softly and her arms wrapped round his neck.

“Oh,” she said softly. “You know, you don’t have to carry me, Peter.” Pete saw a blush bloom over Y/N’s cheeks as she said this. Peter grinned down at her.

“I know, bub, but I can, so I might as well, right? Hate to see you lose your balance and fall, wouldn’t we?” His grin was teasing and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him playfully, her nose scrunching up in the process. He laughed, and leaned his forehead against hers. She raised her eyebrows and the color in her cheeks deepened.

“I won’t talk you out of this, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Mm. Okay, Peter.” She seemed to almost sigh out the last words and laid her head upon his shoulder as he pulled away.

Pete smiled as he peered at them, trying not to seem too creepy about it (even though they were right in front of him). Until he turned his eyes on Mr. Stark. His smile faded off of his face, replaced with a frown on the edge of a pout. Mr. Stark was looking at the clearly lovestruck pair with disapproving eyes.

“See you later, Tony,” Y/N slurred as Peter carried her away. He trudged to the kitchen table where Pete sat as the two rounded the corner. Pete waited a few minutes until he heard a door shut until he tried to gather his words before addressing the billionaire.

“Mr. Stark…” his voice trailed off and Tony turned to look at him.

“What is it, kid?”

Pete tapped his fingers on the table before answering. “Why don’t you like Peter 3, Mr. Stark?”

Tony finally looked at his surrogate son. He sighed. “Kid, I just…it isn’t exactly that I don’t like him, I just…I don’t trust him. I don’t know him.”

Pete knew what Mr. Stark was getting at, but he still couldn’t entirety get behind his line of thinking. “He’s a good person. I mean, maybe he’s made some mistakes, but who hasn’t? He helped me a lot. He helped save the whole city in this world. Not to mention in the one he originally came from. He’s…he is a lot like me. I mean, he is a variant of me.” He smiled, then paused, a confused look drawing his eyebrows together. “Or…I’m a variant of him?” His mouth pulled down to a frown and rubbed at his forehead. “Ugh, I don’t know. Sometimes that multiverse stuff makes my brain hurt.”

Tony cracked a smile. “I just…I don’t want anyone to hurt her, Pete. You know about her last, her only, relationship, right?”

“Yeah, Mr. Stark, I do.”

Tony nodded, pursed his lips, then continued. “Then you get why I’m so protective of her? Especially of her in any sort of relationship? I know she’s a grown woman, kid, I know, but it’s been almost a decade since she was in any sort of relationship and the last guy treated her like trash, I just…I don’t want that to happen to her again.”

Pete was a little surprised that Mr. Stark was opening up this much, but he was glad. “Peter would never do that to her,” he said with confidence.

Tony gave him a lopsided, sort of sad grin. “Yeah? You sound super sure of yourself on that one, kid. I want to be that sure, too.”

“You should be.”

Tony leaned a little closer. “How come?” It wasn’t said with malice, it was said with genuine curiosity.

“You know…you know what happened, right, Mr. Stark? When Peter was eighteen; when he was my age?”

Tony’s face falls. “I overheard it, yeah. The basics of it.”

I don’t know that he needs to know the full story, or that I should really be telling him, so I don’t go into details.

“It was his girlfriend, right?” He says it so quiet.

“Yeah, it was.” That’s all I say. Silence for a few seconds, then I say, “That’s how I know.”

Tony’s eyes snap up to mine. “He lost…he’s lost people, but he lost someone before…and…well, he blames himself. I think he’s just started not to. So, he’s letting her in, and you can see how much he cares about Y/N, can’t you, Mr. Stark?”

He sighs, begrudgingly. “Yeah, yeah I can, kid,” he admits.

“Well, after that…after what happened, that’s how I know. He would never treat her like trash. He’ll protect her, he’ll support her, he’ll take care of her. I know it. You should give him more of a chance. Please?”

Another sigh, but this one is for dramatic effect, I know it is. “Yeah, kid. You’re right, I know you are.” He hesitates. “I hate it when that happens.” He grins teasingly at me. “But, I won’t take my eye off him entirely. You know I’d be keeping a little bit of an eye on whoever it was she seemed to have a thing with.”

I laugh. “Fair enough, Mr. Stark.”

***

“Here we are, bug.” Peter said as they walked into Y/N’s room.

“Mhm,” she replied sleepily, not even looking up. They made it a little farther in the room, and then she opened her eyes. “My room,” she mumbled, still with a slight slur.

“Yup, your room, bub.”

“Mmmm. Thank you.” She cuddled deeper into him, her head buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Hey, keep your arms around me, okay? Hold on. Don’t let go.”

She blinked at him, and he repeated his words. “Y/N. Please.”

“Okay.” She nodded and tightened her grip.

“Good girl, there you go.”

He used his now free hand to pull back the covers on her bed, but quickly curled his arm back underneath her shoulders, in case in her mildly drug induced state she decided to let go for some reason. Gentle, so gentle, he laid her down on her bed.

He grinned. “You can let go now, bub,” he said softly.

“Oh! Sorry…” She released her arms from around his neck.

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

He smoothed her hair back from her face and she closed her eyes. “Feels nice,” she mumbled. Peter felt a light blush across his cheeks.

But he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and kept stroking her hair, lightly scratching her scalp sometimes. He swore she nearly purred at one point. He grinned, and his blush deepened. After a few minutes, it looked like she’d dozed off, so Peter removed his hand and was just getting up when he heard her stir. She grumbled and reached for his wrist.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“Don’t go,” she said, and her voice sounded so small in that moment. “Please, Peter?”

Maneuvering so his wrist was out of her tiny grip, he interlaced their fingers together instead. “Okay,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. Of course, he promised. She had no idea; he would always be there for her. “I promise.”

She smiled groggily. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He pulled his hand out of hers but when he started to walk away, she grabbed it again. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m just going right over there.” He pointed to an arm chair in her room.  

“Can you stay with me…here?” Now her cheeks tinged peach as she gestured to the bed.

“Oh,” Peter said. “I-uh- are you sure that’s okay?”

She nodded, tugging on his hand but of course not moving him even an inch. “Please.” The slight crack in her voice had him almost scrambling to climb in next to her.

“Okay,” he whispered as he nodded. “Can you scoot over, bug?” She nodded and wiggled herself backwards. Peter kept an eye out to make sure she didn’t wiggle backwards right off the bed. He crawled in next to her, and gently pulled her into his arms just in case in her drug induced state she did back all the way off the bed and fall to the floor. For a second, he’s worried he’s overstepped a little, but she just scoots closer to him and snuggles into his chest. He lets out a breath and pulls her a little closer to him, burying his face in her hair and breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She sighs happily, and he resumes running his fingers through her hair and his light scratching of her scalp.

When he looks down again, she is fast asleep. A soft smile spreads across Peter’s face. Whatever this unspoken thing is between them seems to have gone to another level. He hopes this will continue, but for now, he is happy to hold her as she sleeps.

#tasm peter x reader #mcu peter parker x reader #mcu peter parker #mcu peter parker x reader platonic #tony stark x reader #tony stark x reader platonic #irondad #irondad x reader #tasm peter parker x reader fluff #tasm peter parker fanfiction #tasm peter parker fanfic #mcu fanfiction

[jellyfishxxi]

Spidergirl - Far From Home CH 1

Miguel O'Hara x Child!Spider!Reader

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

My name is ______ _____.

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

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

Spidergirl.

I think you know the rest.

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

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

Tldr: I have a new dad now.

And I'm not the only one.

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

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

Earth - 199999

New York City

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's when the portal opened up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your moment was interrupted.

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

You looked at Miguel. Miguel looked at you.

"I'm Spiderman." Miguel said.

"I'm Spidergirl." You said.

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

"More Spider-people?"

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TO BE CONTINUED

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #astv #spiderman atsv #earth 199999 #mcu marvel #avengers #father figure miguel #before civil war

[jackiequick]

Meet The Wells - Harry Wells Fic

Tv Show: The Flash

Setting: Season 4

Pairing: Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells x Leanna ‘Lea’ O’Conner

Featuring: One of the best characters on the show, Cisco Ramon!

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The morning everything pretty well. Team Flash was doing their usual work at S.T.A.R LABS. Discussing lunch breaks, new metas they possibly discovered, new experiments to create and plans for the weekend. That was until Harry mentioned friends.

Cisco sat up, “No he’s delusional. That’s because the lack of sleep he’s has been having. Uh, Harry friends are in here!”

Caitlin looked at Barry, who stood there confused, guessing that he’s being sarcastic.

“I got friends other than you guys! You will meet them.” Harry respond, siping his morning coffee.

Cisco gave his second girl a look and asked, “Lea help.”

“I-i know nothing about this.” Lea admitted with her hands up in defense.

“Ramon, believes i don’t got any friends. When i clearly do.” Harry yelled and sighed, typing away on his keyboard, “You told me to go make some friends, right?”

Cisco yelled back, “Yeah but last time i checked, you don’t have any friends besides us!”

Leanna who was tinkering with her tools looked up and nodded, “Yup! I did tell you that. Actually I’m curious to meet your friends, but I gotta hand some paperwork over to Joe first.”

She stood up, giving her boyfriend of 3 years now, a quick kiss on the cheek, in which Harry wraps his hand around her waist pulling her in for one more starling kiss. Clearly he was excited for today.

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Cisco and Harry were in the speed lab being introduced to their scientific ragtag team of friends. But it wasn’t what Cisco suspected Harry’s friends to be. One of them even practically threw Cisco Ramon out of the speed lab for being annoyed and offended. Lea walked in, confused onto why her best friend ran out of there but her confusion came to a pause after what she see saw.

There stood right in front of her brown eyes the doppelgängers of Harrison Wells. Not 1, not 2, but 3 Harrison Wells in the speed lab. And if add Harry, that makes 4! In total stood 4 very different variants of Harrison Wells, going from one with gray hair and a turtleneck to one with war general uniform like he just lost an eyeball for God’s sakes.

She didn’t know to laugh at how insane this is or internally whine about this little endeavor being oddly weird for her. But at the same time she was very much integrated into this new situation. She met versions of Wells beforehand but this was completely different. Before she can even say a word or pull together another set of thoughts, when a voice called out to her. More or less a catcall followed by a cheeky whistle.

“Who is this little beauty queen? She’s finer than a flower on a summer morning!” Yelled out a rusty almost burnt blonde Wells in a red rode and slippers.

Lea didn’t realize they were staring at her that moment, quickly fixing her dark gray shirt with tiny daisies scattered all over and dark jacket she borrowed from her friend, Caitlin Snow, earlier that week. She firstly mouth a small “What the fuck?” to Harry as he jogged over swiftly taking her hand with ease. The man was clearly excited about this.

“Honey, come meet my new friend!” He exclaimed holding a grin, returning back to earlier spot but this time with her next to him, “This is Harrison Wolfgang Wells, H. Lothario Wells and Wells 2.0. Men, this is Leanna O’Conner.”

All 3 of them smiled at the lady. Wolfgang Wells stayed wondering his eyes at the brunette, as if he trying to pin point something in particular.

Lea had to just smile politically for the 3 idiots to go sight seeing on her, if allowed. Without a second later the women dragging Harry out into the hallway for a quick chat.

“Harry, honey, what the hell?!” She whispered yelled.

“What the hell? What do you mean ‘what the hell?’?” He whispered yell back.

“Are you out of your mind? Have you officially lost your marbles?!”

“You asked me to make some friends and that’s exactly what I did!”

“When I told you to make friends, I didn’t mean with yourself!”

“They’re technically NOT me! They’re my double hitting doppelgängers from other earths and one of the biggest baddest brightest mind out there.”

“Again! There’s literally 3 of you in that room, all three of them ready to make goo goo eyes at me and oh yeah, one of you is enough but a friend group of Wells that’s just—”

“Sweetie I can handle this. There is nothing to worry about, they’re just charming and intelligent people with different kinds of backgrounds. It’s gonna go great. I promise.”

“You promise? Cause—”

“Lea it’s fine! I got this.”

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Once the couple walked back in, Lea announced the plan with Harry, but the second they all heard her voice they looked at her like 3 somewhat trained dogs. Harry had to scuff down a laugh, snorting a smidge.

Sandy hair blonde Wells aka H. Lothario Wells, grinned at her. He found her pretty and said, “Say, gorgeous you got any sisters? Or are you free this Sunday night?”

She blushed chuckling as she shook her head ‘No’ as Harry face them with a glare saying that Lea was HIS girlfriend. So hands off fellas!

Wells 2.0 spoke up, “I had a Lana on my earth…”

“Really? How was I like?” Lea asked, her eyes perked up curious about the answer.

“I wouldn’t know, she died or was it that she left the country? Oh well, i don’t remember! Ladies on my earth aren’t as nice looking as you.”

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The four of them kept talking, mainly Harry and his doubles, Lea just stayed sitting back writing on her iPad a few notes on an old equipment and equations. She listened every once in a awhile to their conversation, walking in and out of the lab to other part of the building or heading down to Jitters for some java.

Blowing a kiss to all 3 copies of Wells as she left. All of them stayed with a loopy and cheeky smiles after that. Harry Wells was the lucky one, he actually got a kiss of the cheek.

Returning with a coffee for her boyfriend, after handing one to Caitlin and Cisco she heard it. “Annie..” said the voice. It belongs to Wolfgang Wells, who staying eyeing her for the moment due stepped into the room in the first place. She rarely heard that nickname tossed around but it been said plenty of times beforehand. Only Cisco or Barry will throw that nickname out.

“That’s Leanna, not Annie, can you believe this guy fellas?” Replied Sandy Wells with a chuckling, figuring his doppelgänger was nuts in the head or something.

“No, Annie O’Conner..” Wolfgang Wells said once again with curiosity and confidence in his tone.

“Yeah he’s right.” Lea confirmed his wording, “Did you know a version of me, on your Earth?”

“My wife.”

“We’re married?”

Harry’s eyes darted towards them, mumbling, “You married a verison of her? When?”

“Yeah but I left her. Too much of a handful.” Wolfgang said with a shrug.

Lea gasped, “HANDFUL? I will have you know that I’m not a handful, you guys are. No offense, Harry..”

Wolfgang snickered, “You sound like her too! I left her cause we fell out of love, she was too uptight and I was too busy to care.”

“OUCH!”

“But I think still love her very much. Still, love is love. I think we all got a verison of this lady on our earths, right?”

Sandy Wells chuckled, “Mhmmmm! I do. She’s my 2 A.M bootycall. Speaking of which…”

Just like that, blondie wells was gone saying he got business to take care of. Leanna jaw dropped, meanwhile Harry held back a little smile, grabbing everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand.

All 3 men went back to work. But the looks Wolfgang and 2.0 didn’t go unnoticed, glancing at the half Asian brunette every once in a while. Both men saw something in her, and they liked it. Harry had to snap their towards himself instead and looping a hand on his girlfriend’s waist to signify that once again she’s taken!

The men were talking over one another and bickering more often than not about the topic. Honestly it was kinda hilarious.

Cisco walked in soon enough with a smile, “Soo Council Of Wells, how are we doing? Any progress or we just chitchatting about who’s smarter?” 

Leanna chuckled at the last part, because half of it was true.

Harry on the other hand groaned in annoyance, “It’s not going anywhere! We can’t even agree on what method to use.”

“What? You had an entire day.”

“I know! I know!”

“Is it cause Lana is distracting them?”

This time Lea spoke up, “HEY! Right here you know?! First we’re complimenting me, then you’re treating me like a diamond in the rough and now you’re insulting me?! What is it? Leanna Day and I didn’t get the memo?!”

“Well welcome to my life, girlfriend! Theses guys love to do the same thing to me! Ain’t so easy, isn’t it?” Cisco repiled back, tossing her a glare.

“Ohhh, so this is the way your framing this, huh?”

“I guess so, Annie!”

“Cisco I swear—!”

“Wait?”

“What?” Harry asked.

“Isn’t there a 3rd one? Isn’t there 3 of—”

He pointed out there was only 2 Wells standing there, not the original 3 from the beginning of the day. Harry was about to say something about it but as if on cue, Sandy haired Wells reappeared with a cheeky grin blabbing on about something.

Sandy turned toward the trio with a smile, “Oh sorry! Had to take care of some off camera business—”

“OHH MY GOD!” Cisco shouted holding a hand, covering whatever it was he didn’t want to see.

This Wells had his pants down, showing everything his mother gave him. Harry tried to looked away, his face accidentally saw it. Leanna just blinked, gasping as she turned around burying his face in her boyfriend’s black shirt.

“What?” Asked Sandy Wells softly , confused.

“I can see your Frank and beans.” Said Wolfgang, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Come on, now. Do my best thinkin' commando,” Sandy defends himself with a shrug, “Plus, it ain't like we all haven't seen it before. Especially, you little missy.”

“I haven’t seen it!” Cisco yelled, sounding funny and offended by the fact.

He shoots a wink Leanna’s way and she feel like she can’t help but peek her face towards all the men in the room. She saw so much more than clearly expected today! Like Jesus Christ! She rested her head, still sorta hiding her face in her boyfriends shirt.

She didn’t look confident or heroic in that moment.

Harry placed a comforting hand on her head, holding his lady while smiling at her embraced blushing and embarrassment.

Cisco held back a couple of laughs, “Aww! You’re traumatizing the poor girl! But seriously, dude put that away..please.”

Wolfgang agreed with Cisco for once.

“Ah, you Earth Folks. You are so uptight.” Sandy replied pulling up his pants.

“Ah, alright! Can we get back to the take at hand? We need answers.”

Suddenly all men started throwing out suggestions left and right, speaking over one another not allowing Cisco nor Harry to keep a full sentence in.

Lea’s ears were ringing loudly and she groaned in annoyance, “Okay! That’s enough!”

“Enough? We’re just getting started!” Add 2.0 Wells, in which causing another explosion of words being thrown around.

Clearly Harry was losing it having enough of this shit and yelled, “Guys! Guys! Ga—gentlemen!” Grabbing all their attention he continued, “Clearly this isn’t working. And just for the record, it’s not me, it’s you.”

With a simple push of a button, all three holograms disappeared, leaving the trio to themselves.

“This, was a bad idea.” Harry said walking back, placing his hands on his girlfriend’s shoulders whispering, “You okay?”

“It’s like your junk was burnt into my brain.” Cisco answered instead.

“Your welcome.”

Leanna did not answer or add into the previous statement, just walking out with a hand covering her ears silently. Harry and Cisco shared a tired look, figuring something bothered her..

——

Him and Cisco were talking for a bit, the genius still grumbling about what happened. That he needed to accept the facts and himself, since they are technically his doppelgängers but still. He didn’t truly like it too much.

Until he found her.

Harry found his girlfriend in his lab, scribbling in a notebook wearing her noise canceling headphones, that both him and Cisco carefully crafted her due to her meta human abilities, and playing with her bangs.

He sighed, knowing she was flashed today and practically felt just as insulted as he was. But because Leanna was more of a sensitive soul in the relationship, rather busy lately with Iris’s wedding planning, and helping the team with their issues. Along with the overheating bickering wasn’t probably too pleasant to her ears.

He winced, taking a marker to the whiteboard and tapping it against the clear sided screen. Harry walked over to her, tapping her shoulder and simply asked, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Hm?” She asked, removing her headphone registering what he said and chuckled, “Oh! Yeah honey I’m fine.”

“Isn’t that my line? Lea, honey, what happened? You kinda snapped at them.”

“Yeah well, so did you!…I, uh, umm wasn’t expecting today. Part of me knew something was gonna happen! I felt like I was being pulled left and right. I mean 4 Wells in one room, that’s overwhelmingly surprising and kinda chaotic..no offense.”

“None taken! They are just huge self minded, idiots. Uptight, roughly insulting, snooty and just jerks. I—I didn’t think it would go like that! Hell they flashed you and choose to make eyes at you the whole time. Treated you like you were an prize to be won and be thrown away…no one was paying attention to anything and just talking over one another! Jesus…”

Leanna stayed quiet hearing him rant about how he felt about the situation and the protection his mind created, recognizing things she didn’t notice until now. It made her feel better, knowing that she got the best Wells in the multiverse. All he wanted was to make some more friends and figure out a way to help with his teammates issues.

But instead, he realized that rather became a host and solid choice for a complete conversation than the other guys. He also felt sorta good about himself being one to unlock the door to an O’Conner’s heart unlike his counterpart.

“I uh, don’t take you for granted, you know?” Harry said, with a soft grin.

“I figured as much. You stayed.” She replied with a tired smile.

“Wolfgang had a version of you then lost you, 2.0 Wells was just gah not—the best thing with women and uh, Lothario was something else where uh, you know!”

Lea chuckled and nodded, “Oh I know! I..I know!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, “But in all seriousness, Leanna I love you and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that—us, today.”

“I’ve been part of Team Flash for so long, where something like that shouldn’t surprise me but it did. It was chaotic chapter for the books, but I really hope that doesn’t happen again!”

“It better not! I can’t take another moment with those guys. They’re one of the most annoying minds of the multiverse!”

“Harry, honey..”

“What?

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

She stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at the man gently grinning. He looked down at her, placing a hand on the small of her back, smiled softly confused since she left her second line incomplete.

“For being you! You came to this Earth and took it as it is, trying to help it. And those idiots, didn’t have to FaceTime us but they did. Because you would’ve done the same thing.” She added.

“Of course I’ve would’ve, I kinda like you guys. Especially you and Dr. Snow.” Harry admitted.

“Most importantly, you fell for me. All those other versions of Lea and Wells don’t know what they’re missing.”

“Well, technically, this wasn’t planned. I came to another earth for one goal. But we sorta happened.”

“Do you regret it?”

He leaned down, cupping her cheek a bit, “No.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, leaning in.

“Because it proves my multiverse theory. Every version of you or me, ends up being with an such interesting partner.”

“I love that theory.”

“I know you do.”

Harry closed the space between them, tossing in a few solid pecks of Lea’s waiting lips. A couple of sweet nothings and laughs were thrown into the mix, chatting about getting Big Belly Burger later.

When suddenly..

“Oh come on!”

Came Cisco’s voice, standing at the door with his hands on his hips.

“Seriously? Y’all didn’t need my help making her feel better.” Cisco said.

Lea snorted and smiled, as Harry tossed his friend a playful grin, only ever reserved for Cisco Ramon. 

“We’re heading to Big Belly Burger later, you coming?” asked Lea.

“Oh hell yes!” He replied, replacing the frown with a smile, snatched up his friend from Harry into his arms for a hug and yelling, “She was mine first.”

——

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[godsgamefreak]

I'm ready to yell about FFXIV again I'm so excited for the new expansion and I mean look at this god damn title art it's so pretty.

The trailer had so many amazing colours and vibes like the oceans and waters were beautiful and had these dense gorgeous jungles ahhhh

And this plot setup is like??? Yes! I'm ready to go on a fun adventure again just for the hell of it, let's go discover shit and have some FRIENDLY RIVALRY with our 10 year old friends. I'm ready to KICK THEIR SHIT IN after helping each other so much. But like. In a friendly way.

ALSO WORLD MAP UPDATE. THERE IT IS IN THE LOWER CORNER. I get unreasonably excited whenever the map is like I'M REMOVING SOME CLOUDS COME GET NEW ADVENTURES. Cuz I'm always 1000% down to go check it out let's fucking go.

AND THE NEW HUB CITY? LOOKS SO NICE??? I mean this is just art but STILL the art is gorgeous let me taste it I will put it in my mouth.

Om nom nom mountains pretty taste good.

The graphics update is also delicious look at this vibe, you might not see it like I do but there is some GOOD SHIT in this shot that's new to XIV and I'm so ready to see it all.

F O G

Seriously LOOK at this shit it's LITERALLY GLOWING. It used to look so PALLID AND DEPRESSING at least now that you compare it to the SHINING GOLD they put in. It's so much brighter and wonderful AHHHHH.

LOOK AT THIS FIELD OF FLOWERS IT'S SO FULL OF FLOWERY BULLSHIT LET ME FROLIC IN IT NOWWWWWWWWWWW WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT SUMMER.

Okay it's not a pretty picture but the updates also mean DOUBLE DYES??? HELLO? I CAN USE ORANGE AND BLUE OR BLUE AND WHITE OR ORANGE AND WHITE OR ORANGE AND BLACK OR-OR-OR YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS glamour end game just got a whole new level of serious I'm ready.

And this isn't even talking about the new content they're adding, all the same good stuff like dungeons and raids and more of those Variant dungeons I haven't done yet but need to cuz there's gonna be MORE but they DID tease the new jobs, which is a Melee and Caster DPS, and while I'm not usually one for DPS jobs, especially casters, one of them MIGHT BE A PIRATE??

Our precious Meteor is 100% in his Edward Kenway/Will Turner era regardless and I am NOT complaining.

Also Urianger is still being as slutty as possible since Shadowbringers, happy for him.

WHAT THE FUCK I bet you're wondering going from that hot elf man to THIS. And honestly yeah I'm kinda the same but I mean it looks like fun? They really just decided to back pocket slap us with something entirely unexpected just cuz.

BUT THE XIV SIDE LOOKS LIKE IT'LL BE SOME STUPID FUN??? I can't wait to have my Warrior of Light go running around in a pastel nightmare with 23 other Warriors of Light just trying to do our best I bet it'll be a blast.

And right at the end, the most unexpected, never thought it would happen... they announced an Xbox version of the game. 10 years people ask "is it coming to Xbox?" and it's always a flat no, it's too hard, it's too much, it'll never happen.

IT HAPPENED.

It's not on Game Pass, which would've been truly wild anyway, but my god I can't believe it happened, what an absolute W. So yeah I'm excited for more FFXIV and I hope my excitement rubs off on you :)

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[oswildin]

Love Is A Dagger (Loki x OFC) - Chapter One

Summary: When Loki is apprehended by an organisation called the Time Variance Authority, he didn’t expect to be roped into helping a certain agent hunt an elusive variant that had been terrorising the TVA for years. What he also didn’t expect, was for the variant to apparently be connected to his timeline, to him. He couldn’t have anticipated where this whole venture would lead. The woman from his future, exposing truths about the TVA, and one big branching mess. Sacrifice, grief, anger and love… But which will prevail?

Warnings: ‘Loki’ spoilers

FIC MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS // NEXT

THE ARCHIVES - THE TIME VARIANCE AUTHORITY - TIME UNKNOWN

"And you're sure this variant is connected to me?"

Loki raised a brow, glancing up from the report he had been skimming. He was now fitted in TVA uniform which was far better than that awful, drab jumpsuit. And that blasted collar had been removed - wise and foolish at the same time.

Although, it could do with something a bit more... refined. And the colours are still extremely dull.

Mobius had asked him to go over the case files, the reports of the ambushes, to see if he could spot anything the TVA couldn't. But it seemed whoever was on the warpath against the TVA was well versed in covering their tracks. Sneaky and stealthy it seemed.

"I mean, how can you even be sure?" Loki threw the document down, leaning back in his seat, looking over at the agent sat opposite him who was also looking through the files.

"Loki, we're the TVA, it's our job to be sure." Mobius replied lowly in return, closing the file he had been staring at for the last few minutes.

"Well, you don't even know who they are-" Loki pointed out, shrugging lightly. "Which is why you needed my help in the first place." He paused. "You're hoping our elusive variant will catch wind of the God of Mischief aiding the organisation they seem so intent on disrupting, making them slip up, assuming they know me well enough for it to rattle them." He tilted his head slightly as Mobius raised his brows, letting out a wry huff.

"You're quick, I'll give you that." The agent wagged a finger at Loki as the God's lips twitched.

"Mobius, I'm a God." He replied, tone turning mocking. "Of course I'm quick." His brows furrowed, hand lifting from the table in a gesture of 'duh, obliviously'.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Mobius conceded, eyes rolling faintly. "Except, not quick enough it seems." He added with a sigh, waving a dismissive hand towards the stacks of files. "I mean, it's bad enough when it's another you we have to deal with, but whoever this is really is taking the biscuit." He shook his head. "They're giving you a run for your money."

"Oh, I assure you-" Loki huffed out a dry laugh. "They are no match for me." His tone held his signature air of cockiness, arrogance.

This variant most certainly won't outsmart me.

"Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that." Mobius muttered, reaching for another file. "Keep up that bravado, helps with morale." He quipped, smirking faintly as Loki sent a quick glare his way.

Bravado. The nerve.

ROXXCART, HAVEN HILLS - ALABAMA - 2050

Finally. The hunt has led to this moment. Time to find out who you are, variant...

After a lot of searching and theorising, Loki and Mobius had managed to find out where the variant had likely been hiding. Loki had discovered apocalypses were the most likely answer, a place where no matter what the variant did, it wouldn't cause a branch. No nexus events could be created.

Clever. I'll give them that.

Stepping into the eerily silent, dimly lit superstore, Loki eyed their surroundings, taking in all possible hiding spots and escape routes their variant could take. Letting out a sigh, he swiftly let a shimmer of magic travel over him, drying his clothes from the storms rain as B-15 frowned at him, stepping back.

"What the hell was that?" She asked, tone a mix of surprise and irritation. Loki raised a brow, pursing his lips as he turned to look at her, hands in his trouser pockets.

"That was magic." He replied simply, glancing at the group. "Drying my clothes." He shook his head slightly, shrugging. "So I don't announce myself with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you." He paused. "At least one of us has to be sneaky to match our variant, not simply barrel in with all the grace of a bull in a china shop." He said wryly, as Mobius let out a slow breath, shaking his head at B-15 to drop it. He had come to realise it was best to just let Loki say his little comments and leave it at that, otherwise it would quickly become a battle of barbs. Loki's whole stick was to see if he could rile people up, get them to react, have them give him attention. Unfortunately, for Mobius, it worked most the time, but now was not the time or place for quips and jabs.

It wasn't long until B-15 and Mobius had a disagreement about who Loki should go with. Loki watched, lips pressed in a thin line. He was too eager to get on with the chase than to stand around and watch the pair argue about who got babysitting duties.

"It's okay." Loki held up a hand towards Mobius, raising his brows. "Trust is earned, I understand that." He said sincerely, holding the agents gaze. "So, trust that I am far too curious to find out who this vexing variant is to do anything that a uh..." He smirked faintly. "-mischievous scamp would do." He recounted Mobius' earlier words when describing him, looking at him beseechingly. Mobius sighed, shifting on his feet as he glanced at B-15, who was definitely not going to back down from her stance that Loki should stay with her.

"Fine." Mobius reluctantly conceded, before turning to Loki, pointing at him. "But first sign of trouble-"

"And I will ensure B-15 here reports straight to you." Loki finished for him with a small nod. With one last glance between them all, Loki moved to stand beside B-15, hands still in his trouser pockets, radiating a sense of calm and collected. He wasn't at all worried about this variant. In fact, he truly believed he could get them on side. Not the side of the TVA, of course, but his own side. The side where he overthrows the Time Keepers and ascends as God King.

Let the games begin.

—

This was it.

Everything she had been waiting for. All the years spent endlessly planning, thinking of every possible outcome and trouble that could arise.

Her hands twisted together the last two wires, her figure hidden in the shadows as she finished up the rig. Reset charges littered the shelves around the superstore, thunder clapping outside as the rain pelted down, wind hitting the building, only getting stronger as the storm drew closer.

Activate the charges, send them to disrupt the timeline causing chaos, get to the TVA and find the Time Keepers and make them pay. Easy.

Taking a breath, she slowly stood from her crouched position, stepping back from her handiwork to survey it. With a small nod to herself, she reached round to her holster to grab the TemPad, steadying herself for what was to come. However, her head snapped up as she heard hushed voices and footsteps slowly walking down a nearby aisle. Her eyes narrowed, putting away the TemPad safely as she listened to the footsteps. Two people. Moving to the end of the aisle silently, she kept to the shadows, peering round the corner of the shelving unit to see the familiar figure of a minuteman. Her jaw clenched, hands curling into fists as she watched from nearby.

However, when the second figure came into view, her breath caught in her throat.

—

"I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier-" Loki spoke lowly, peering at B-15 who was very intently staring ahead, keeping her mind on the task.

"Shh!" B-15 hissed at Loki, timestick in her grip. Loki blinked at the woman, brows furrowing.

"Well, hang on- I was trying to make-" Loki tried once more, only for the woman to send a glare his way, once more shushing him, irritation evident in her face. Loki let out a slow breath, pursing his lips about to open his mouth once more, but a noise nearby stopped them in their tracks. Loki's head turned towards the direction of the noise, brows twitching as he instantly became alert.

—

Shit.

She pushed herself back behind the aisle, staying out of sight as Loki's head snapped towards her direction. She tried to calm her racing heart, breaths coming out quick and shallow.

How can he be here? This wasn't in the plan. This wasn't- I hadn't even accounted for... this.

Letting her back rest against the shelving unit, her mind raced. What would she do now? She couldn't... She couldn't just stop her plans. She had to finish this. Finish what the TVA had started. This changed nothing. Although, even as her mind told her that, her heart said otherwise. This changed everything.

No. Do what you have to.

—

B-15 shared a look with Loki, before the God held up a hand, signalling for her to wait as he took a few cautious steps forwards. His sharp blue eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of someone, keeping his steps quiet and light, ready to defend them at any moment if needed.

"I know you're here." Loki called out, keeping his voice low and smooth, not wanting to scare off whoever was hiding from them.

Patience is key.

When silent met them, Loki narrowed his eyes slightly, before continuing. "They think you're connected to me."

Perhaps this will get them to show themselves.

"So tell me..." Loki paused, raising a curious brow, sending a quick glance B-15's direction. "Are they right?" He paused, a few more beats of silence passing. He let out a quiet sigh. "From my timeline... Past, present or future?" He took another slow step forwards, stepping under a flickering light. "I do really hate not knowing."

"This is getting us nowhere-" B-15 muttered under her breath, moving to take a few steps forwards, brushing past Loki as she headed towards where the sound had come from, activating her timestick as Loki went to protest, holding a hand out to try and stop her. But to his surprise, the woman was met with a blast of violet energy, flying backwards to crash into a shelving unit a few feet away, timestick clattering to the floor. Loki's eyes widened, as he quickly snapped his head towards where the blast had come from, summoning his own magic as his hands glowed emerald.

B-15 fell to the floor, unconscious, as Loki wasted no time in stalking towards the aisle that the violet blast had come from, fingers crackling with magic. However, as he approached, he was swiftly met with a blast of his own, flying backwards as his back hit the store floor, sliding a few feet before coming to a stop. His face scrunched in pain from the impact, letting out a sharp breath as he lifted his head. But as soon as he did, he was met with a cold blade at his throat, a weight on top of him as his eyes widened.

He took in whoever was holding him down, slowly raising his hands in surrender, magic dissipating from his fingers. His eyes scanned the woman above him, taking in her narrowed brown eyes. From what he could see in the flickering lights, she was young, appeared mortal, maybe around the age of thirty at most if he had to take a guess. Long raven hair framed her face, slightly mussed, errant strands on her cheeks. She had faint dark circles under her eyes, lines in the corners from past smiles and laughs, and there was a sadness in her eyes, along with rage and something else as she looked down at him. She was pretty, he found. But also, someone he didn't recognise.

"Forgive me-" Loki began smoothly, letting out a quick breath. "It seems you've got me at a bit of a disadvantage." He raised his chin slightly, trying to put distance between him and the blade she held at his neck.

—

It really is him.

She looked down at Loki, keeping her eyes narrowed into a glare as she kept her blade at the skin of his neck. Her mind was in turmoil, heart racing in her chest. It was clear he didn't know her. So, he was from before they knew one another. The thought sent a pang of disappointment though her chest, but she kept her outward appearance hardened. As Loki spoke, she raised her own chin slightly, pursing her lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed out, voice low as her eyes flickered to the TVA emblem on his jacket. "So the TVA think that just because they bring you in that it'll stop me?" She huffed out a wry laugh, disbelief evident in her face as she shook her head. "They've got you playing the loyal lapdog?"

She watched as Loki bristled slightly at her words, brows creasing as he narrowed his eyes. "I think you'll find I'm only loyal to myself." He quipped in return, making the woman roll her eyes.

"Of course you are." She muttered as Loki blinked up at her, sensing the exasperation in her tone.

"And I actually haven't come here to hand you over, in fact, I thought perhaps we could work together." Loki continued, as she looked down at him, watching his face closely. "It seems our goals align... Taking down the Time Keepers..." He paused. "Perhaps we could come to some arrangement." The woman let out a scoff at his words, removing her dagger from his neck as she pushed herself off of him, her hand pressing against his chest as he let out an 'oof' at the pressure.

"Why is it when you say 'taking down', I think what you actually mean is 'overthrow them' and 'take their throne'?" She asked, raising a brow as she gave him a knowing look.

He must be young. If he doesn't know who I am... And still is vying for a throne...

—

Loki watched as the woman pushed herself to her feet, blinking as he too pushed himself up, letting out a breath as he flipped his head back, hands by his sides. The look she gave him made him feel uneasy... Something about the knowing glint in her eye. The fact she knew his motivations without him even saying it... Unnerving to say the least.

"Am I really so predictable?" He asked wryly, smoothing back his hair.

"Yes." The woman answered without hesitation, Loki opening his mouth in faint offence, hands moving to rest on his hips. "Oh, don't give me that look- You've spent half your life trying to convince yourself you want a throne, why would it be any different now?" She continued, shaking her head.

Who... Who does she think she is?

"Uh, hang on just a minute-" Loki raised his hand, lifting a finger as if to make a point, but he was surprised as the woman simply turned on her heel, walking away from him. Loki blinked, hand moving palm up in a 'what is happening' gesture.

Okay... So someone from my future clearly.

"I'm not done yet!" Loki exclaimed after her, quickly moving to follow her as she walked down the flickering aisle. Loki reached out to grasp her shoulder to stop her movements, but she was quicker, swiftly grabbing his wrist as she ducked under his arm, once more bringing her dagger up to his neck, eyes narrowed fiercely.

"Stay out of my way." Her voice was low, warning evident in her tone. Loki's eyes twitched, narrowing faintly as her blade once more hovered near his neck.

"Tell me who you are." Loki demanded, holding her gaze. He wasn't afraid of her. Something told him she wouldn't actually hurt him. Maybe that was stupid to think, but there was something in her eyes when she looked at him that gave him pause. The woman seemed to take a moment, before leaning forwards slightly.

"I'm the woman who's going to burn the TVA to the ground." Her voice was full of conviction, certainty. Her eyes only backed up her sentiments as Loki tilted his head ever so slightly.

So, she doesn't want to take over... She wants to destroy it. Interesting.

"Whilst I applaud your confidence, I highly doubt you are capable of bringing a whole organisation to their knees on your own." Loki replied, a mocking smirk pulling at his lips. He watched in amusement as the woman seemingly bristled at his words, her grip on her blade faltering for a moment.

Ah, there it is. And Mobius was worried she could out do m-

Loki didn't get to finish his thought before he was flying backwards, the woman having used her boot to kick him in the gut, sending him tumbling back onto the floor once more. Loki let out a wheeze, coughing lightly, blinking harshly at the ceiling.

Well, I didn't expect that. She certainly has quite a kick on her, I'll give her that.

"Stay out of my way." The woman repeated once more, stalking off down the aisle again. "Idiot." Loki heard her huff under her breath, causing his brows to crease, hand moving to lay on his stomach, giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

—

Arrogant idiot.

The woman thought to herself with a shake of her head.

Clearly, very young. Maybe... New York young? If that's the case, god help us all.

She once more grabbed the TemPad from her holster, putting her dagger away, moving to the device she had waiting to set the reset charges off in tandem. Kneeling down, she began to set it up, placing the TemPad into the slot.

"Who are you!?" She heard Loki's voice echo down the aisle, glancing back to see him striding towards her, anger clear on his face that she had managed to best him twice, once without magic. She clenched her jaw, quickly activating the device as the reset charges began to light up around them on the shelves, causing Loki to pause in his steps, head snapping to look at a nearby reset charge. "So that's your plan? Blow the place up?" He almost scoffed. The woman rose to her feet, turning to face him as he stood a few metres away.

"No." She told him simply, causing him to look back at her. "It's called a distraction." Just as she said that, time doors opened under the reset charges, making them disappear through them as they went off throughout the sacred timeline, creating branches for the TVA to deal with. "Now, if you're quite done, I'm rather busy."

Loki kept his body tense, his eyes watching her closely when she reached to grab the TemPad, taking a few steps to the side as she fiddled with the device. "You know me." Loki said lowly, unable to hide the curiosity from his voice, a time door opening before the woman.

"No, I know the future you." She replied coolly, looking up at him with an arched brow. Loki let out an exasperated sigh at her smart quip.

—

God, she is vexing.

"Loki!" The God turned at his name being called, seeing Mobius rushing down from the other side of the store, minutemen in tow. Loki pursed his lips, glancing back at the woman, torn between what to do. The woman simply lifted her hand, giving a mocking wave before stepping through the time door, out of sight. "Loki, wait!" Mobius exclaimed.

I don't trust her. But I also don't trust the TVA...

Loki clenched his fists in frustration, his plan to work with the variant clearly out the window now. All he could do... Was follow her. Get answers. And maybe... Use her to get to the Time Keepers himself. Without wasting another moment, Loki took long strides towards the time door, stepping through as it snapped shut behind him, leaving behind Mobius and the others.

Time for answers.

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[poupeesdecirque]

Incomings, WiPs & Plans for February

First of all, my big announcement for this month: I bought the doll base for Howard Link <3 he will be a Charmdoll LaiKa! As the boy got released I instantly knew this will be my Link, I waited almost 7 months the last time so .. I don't think I will see him before summer.

My current incomings look like this now:

No updates on the other bodies or Pallu by now, but that's okay C:

In terms of Work in Progress dolls, those are the dolls that are currently unfinished:

Yup, you see that right. That pile SHRANK down to basically the ones needing bodies and Darjeeling. And Darjeeling is just waiting for a dress to be finished then.

I *could* start on Adam's clothes as I have the pattern and fabrics here but I think i will do that once his body got shipped. For Kanda and Maple I need the bodies for measurements.

Everyone else is finished. Only small adjustments or upgrades left like swapping eyes or shoes. For bby!Allen I am still working on some little additions, like a plushy

Not done cutting parts here, I'm considering doing a scaled up version for personal fun reasons, why not having a huge Timcampy?

Other than that I will most likely spend the next day tidying up my sewing mess and organizing fabrics, buttons and materials, I.. went a bit wild the last days.

Because yeah... you maybe were able to guess it but Lavi is done. Just finished him today, I have yet to put his photos into the queue, I'm trying to sort my mind right now because the last month was a lot. All I can tell right now is that it feels like a huge burden is off my chest, I think the curse is finally broken, he lost his 'tainted' status shortly after I wrote the blog entry about those dolls but now the 'preorders from hell' finally came to an end (I ignore the one going on though I just sit here and wait that's okay) and that's just ... wow. That needs to sink in.

Inbetween I'm working on my assinged page for the redraw project, I want to give it more time than I usually take as this project is special and I draw a lot therefore improve here and there and I don't want to redo the whole thing in like 2 weeks again just because I rushed it x_x'

When Tim is done I will revert to working on Cosplay and will start on my variant of Crown Clown, which is roughly planned for the Dokomi to be finished. I tested some of the materials today and I think this will be a fun project overall as I can be more artistic this time.

While we are at 'artistic' I have an appointment on the 16th to get my 4th tattoo, this will go onto my left arm to continue my sleeve. It's just my sketch, my artist want to mash up several ideas for the border to match more with the vibe of the Manga & the rest of my shoulder.

He was also amazed how well my shoulder tattoo has healed and how great the shading came out. Dunno if I will be able to do much after getting the tattoo but I'm right handed therefore... maybe a bit less on the strenght training then.

Oh, my juggling has advanced a bit, I am now able to catch 3 balls more than once, I'm still not close to juggle 3 balls but tiny steps here.

Doll Photoshootings is the thing getting time cut though, the weather here is awful anyways :/ hope it will get better soon but the days get longer and then I have more time in the evenings.

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The meanings of Batman’s rogues’ names

So I decided to find out the meanings of the rogues’ names. Idk why, but I find this sort of stuff really interesting.

First of all, I’m not putting here those rogues, whose real names are unknown(like Bane or Joker). I am also putting here the prominent villains. I would love to do them all, but that would take me WAY too long. But who knows, I could make this into a series...

Let’s go with alphabet order.(btw I’m using the Batman wiki for the characters’ order and various websites for the meanings)

First up is Bane. Like I said, his real name is unknown, so there’s not much I can do.

Next up, Basil Karlo, AKA Clayface.(Wow didn’t even know he was considered a primary antagonist...)  Basil comes from the Greek name Βασίλειος (Basileios), meaning "king". Huh... 

Selina Kyle, AKA Catwoman. Selina is a variant of Celina or Selene. Selene means "moon" in Greek. This was the name of a Greek goddess of the moon, a Titan. This is actually quite fitting for her.

Harleen Quinzel, AKA Harley Quinn. Harleen is, in fact, a name created primarily for Harley’s character in BTAS! So there really isn’t a meaning for it. (But the fact that they made up a new name is actually really cool)

The Joker. Yeah sorry, nothing here. Just like Bane.

Waylon Jones, AKA Killer Croc. Waylon is a variant of Wayland, which, in turn, comes from Wieland, meaning “uncertain”. Hmm, maybe it is a spin on his uncertainty whether he is human or a monster...

Jervis Tetch, AKA Mad Hatter. Jervis is an alternate spelling of Gervase (Old German): possibly derives from "spear". For such an unsual name, it has a really boring meaning.

Kirk Langstrom, AKA Man-Bat. Kirk comes from an English and Scottish surname meaning "church" from Old Norse kirkja. Uhh...maybe Kirk is religious?

Victor Fries, AKA Mr. Freeze. Victor is a Roman name meaning "victor, conqueror" in Latin. Could imply that one day he may achieve victory and find a cure for his wife.

Oswald Cobblepot, AKA The Penguin. Oswald is derived from the Old English elements os "god" and weald "power, ruler". Well, he is a very prominent mafia boss, so you could say he is the ruler of Gotham’s underworld.

Pamela Isley, AKA Poison Ivy.  Pamela as a name was invented in the late 16th century by the poet Sir Philip Sidney for use in his poem Arcadia. He possibly intended it to mean "all sweetness" from Greek πᾶν (pan) meaning "all" and μέλι (meli) meaning "honey". She sure is sweet, though. Dangerously so.

Ra’s al Ghul. This name is arabic for "Head of the Demon", as revealed in Robin#10. Should’ve guessed.

Edward Nygma, AKA The Riddler. Edward means "rich guard", derived from the Old English elements ead "wealth, fortune" and weard "guard". Uhhhhhh... He is the guard of his *cough* rich intellect?

Jonathan Crane, AKA Scarecrow.(Yay, my favorite DC character:D ). The undisputed origin of this name is that it comes from the Hebrew name Yonatan. This is taken to mean “Yahweh has given” or, “God has given”. YES oh hell yeah he’s a gift from God!

And finally, Harvey Dent, AKA Two-Face. Harvey comes from the Breton given name Haerviu, which meant "battle worthy", from haer "battle" and viu "worthy". hmmm, I mean, he is worthy to battle with Batman.

Aight, that’s it for now. Wow, that took longer than I expected... Sure was fun, though. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll do a part two with the less prominent folks like Firefly or Hush. We’ll see.

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