“Good morning!” “It’s a glorious day to lie about and do nothing.” “Spider suit OFF, sunglasses ON.”

“I do not have premature recalculation! That’s not even a thing.” He was such a liar. “Poodle-Man! Sometimes your hair looks right for that name when you remove the mask. It’s all fluffy and bouncy.” Already crawling away from the angry dog owner. “I’m hoping I tanned through the suit.”

If you say so.

You started doing mental gymnastics when you saw Chanel! Like ‘oh my gawd, did we do the do? Did I just forget we did the do? Did she steal my sea-mens’? Yeah, you said sea-mens because you were so freaked out.

She’s shaking her wrist a little, like it was a can of artificial cream that just misbehaved (which is exactly what had happened) “I’m sorry, they don’t normally do that!” Was her web gland infected? Examining her wrist, her face all scrunched up, she ignored the rant below. -

Aww, that’s cute I should have convinced you that you owed me child support

"Oh well if you're feeling all 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐, I think you suc-" ..eeesh! Spiders were supposed to have sticky fingers, not slippery fingers! She fired a web, maybe it would snag the phone before it landed. 𝗧𝗵𝘄𝗶𝗽ⵑ 𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗵ⵑ But she just made a mess of someone's poodle "Ooops..."

you're PRAGMANT?!

Now she's squinting, moving closer to the picture to see the BIGGER PICTURE. "Huh...." It's like when the people at the art gallery start explaining what all the imagery in a painting means and you're just like 'it's pretty horsey'. "Did you catch it? Or just let it bounce?"

“It’s a lovely photo, hon. Truly lovely. Well framed. Nice colours or whatever.” “But it’s upside down. Like the world is upside down, not you. You’re fine.”

“Gosling hater.”

“He grows up to be a silly Goose.”

“Doom, let me tell you all about Ryan Gosling and how he’s basically the man of my dreams.”

“Let me lick him up and down, makes me real hot…” “I wanna show him all the things…. La La La La what…”

My date tonight

Over nothing at all

Tonight is the night

“Mm. Spider Idol. Nasty little fucker with teeth.” They’re all weird in this game. “The gameplan was as it always is. Until things got boring. There’s just no thrill in it anymore, you know? Stealing I mean. It’s too easy.” So she played Spider.

//PSA- whatever my ex ship partner is doing with their version of Felicia and Peter, it has fuck all to do with me or the ship we wrote. I have them blocked. I have no idea wtf is going on, what I heard was pretty gross and I want to clarify that I AM NOT INVOLVED WITH ANY OF IT. -

"Ah. That's a shame, I miss the little chats I used to have with Venom." Eddie and Venom, that was. "My story? Uhm... got bit by a Spider Idol, ended up with Spider-Powers, it kinda fudged me up a little. But here I am, new suit."

"Not my fault you can't tell the difference between sarcasm, and honesty." In what world did people just find babies in ditches and decide to keep them. Come on. "Maybe if you stop thinking of me as a villain, you'll stop assuming the worst?" "Say bye-bye, Chanel." Lil baby mewl.

Perched in the roof with a jar of overnight oats and a giant mug of coffee. Breakfast of champions.

Heh

“Its absolutely purrfect.”

It’s the best day of the week, it’s #FeliciaFriday (Art - www.instagram.com/p/CjrBGsnBV0... )

“Would you prefer if I was n- never mind.” He probably would. “I’m babysitting and her mom is anxious enough without me passing her kid off to a stranger. She’s fine with me.” Tired or not, she would t break her word. Besides, she was kinda enjoying the whole thing.

Stole this (Who even cares, am I right?)

“LABUBU!”

“Too exhausted. I need to go back to bed. Or get to bed.” “I don’t know if I slept.”

“….Huh?”

I read that as hedonism

“You know where babies come from, Peter.” They were inside, it was safe to call him by his name and not his masked name. “Or do you need a biology lesson?” The baby was a clingy one. Felicia started to rock her in the hopes that she’d go back to sleep. “Don’t worry, she’s not actually mine.”

She laughed quietly as the baby responded with a hearty burp “No, silly. I’m yanking your chain. I didn’t find her.” “Her name is Chanel. Like the perfume.” “She’s only two apples tall, so you’ve finally met someone shorter than you.”

“Found it in a ditch.” The little one was done with the bottle and making that fed-up of life expression as Felicia patted her back. “Thought it was cute. Got all her shots and everything.”

“Oh… okay. Hello, Anti-Venom.” Weird name. She’d have went with…. Snowy. Or something. “Same chocolate addiction?”

“It’s fine, nobody really listens to me anyway. No worries.”

“And now what? Is Venom still in there?” She sounded happy at that idea, even stood on tiptoes to try and peer behind Flash, as though Vemon was curled up on the seat behind him or something. “Hey, V!”

She yawned, the baby didn’t seem confuses so long as someone was singing. “Has to be Whitney. Babies are weird.” 🎶 I decided long ago Never to walk in anyone's shadows If I fail, if I succeed At least I'll live as I believe No matter what they take from me They can't take away my dignity🎶

“I was. But there was a kid and the masturbation thing wasn’t appropriate.”

There’s no answer, she’s walking to her kitchen, still babbling. A few minutes later she was back in her bedroom, sitting on the bed with a bottle of milk and a very annoyed baby. 🎶I believe the children are our future..🎶 “Come on Spider, you better sing or she will not go back to sleep…”

“Exactly. I was working with the dregs.” She took his hand, shaking it. “What about you? I probably need the TL/DR version. Last I knew about my Flash was a Levi commercial and a Calvin Klein billboard.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t really appropriate to say that at the time I said the other bit.” “Little ears.”

“Eyes outside, Spider.” While she got out the bath and pulled a bath robe around herself. Grumbling about just wanting a hot bath in peace. Then she went to her bedroom. “Hello, darling. I’m right here.” Voice soft, she cooed and the crying calmed a little. “Are you hungry?” “Again.”

“And also I wouldn’t have looked you up.” That sounded ruder than she meant. “No offence. I wouldn’t look anyone up, really. The past is the past.” She shrugged. He could take it however he liked. “Night-Spider.” “Spider-Cat was taken.”

“You know I literally ghosted my ex for being all up in my business?” A warning. She hated being told what to do and how to live her life. Then came the cry from her bedroom. A tiny mewl that grew into a wail. Not a cat. Felicia groaned and slumped back. “I stopped singing.”

“Ah. Well..” Her eyes glanced down. She’d noticed the chair. Of course she had. But you didn’t just go up to someone all ‘dude, where’s your legs?!’ Even she knew that. “Thought asking would be kinda rude. You know?” “Kinda disappointed that you don’t have spider web spoke covers though.”

“Kellogg’s made up the whole breakfast thing, you know.”