#Spider mech!reader

[hobiebrownismygod]

VENOM - Part 1

Venom!Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Venom Symbiote is a canon event for every Spider-man, so Hobie Brown must have one of his own, right?

TW: Cursing

WC: ~2.7k

A/N: Based off of @fiepige's Venom!Hobie post!! Check them out, their page is really cool and they have concept art!!

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @s6onder

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Hobie repeated the numbers in his head over and over again as he crawled towards the entrance of the facility, terrified of setting off one of the alarms. It'd taken weeks of research and spying for you to get him the code, and he knew that if he messed it up, he wouldn't get another chance like this.

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Hobie lowered himself from the ceiling, hanging upside down in front of the keypad as he slowly inputted the numbers, being careful not to get one wrong. He felt his heart stop as silence fell.

The door made a quiet whirring noise, before unlocking and opening itself for him. He breathed out a soft sigh, taking a deep breath before silently entering.

Why was he breaking and entering into a multi-million dollar science lab that was heavily guarded by some of the greatest security systems in the nation? Because you'd told him to.

Just a month ago, you and the rest of his gang had received intel regarding the V.E.N.O.M soldier that Osborne used to wreak havoc on the city. Although you'd all already known that whatever powered them wasn't exactly...from this world...you still had no idea how to stop them.

That's where this heist came in.

Hobie believed that if he was able to steal the data situated in the lab, he'd be able to learn more about the V.E.N.O.M. soldiers...and hopefully figure out how to defeat them. It was a smart plan, but one that would prove difficult to carry out.

That's how he ended up here. Crawling along the length of the ceiling while examining the inside of the room that, according to his blueprints, would contain the data he needed. He dropped himself down onto the ground, crouching slightly as he approached what looked like a large glass cell.

It reminded him of a terrarium almost, something that was meant to cage those that could easily escape. In this case, 'those' stood for whatever was powering those soldiers. What was it? He wasn't sure.

All he knew was that this was the original. Where Osborne took his inspiration from, the thing that paved the way for the V.E.N.O.M. technology he used to terrorize the city today. See, Osborne's super-soldiers didn't actually use the original power source. They used a synthetic version of it, created by some of Oscorp's finest scientists, forced to perform a nearly impossible feat with a tight deadline.

But they'd done it. They'd duplicated whatever was in that cell. And now...it was Hobie's turn to find out what exactly this power source was.

As Hobie approached the glass, he could hear a slight squelching sound, so quiet that it was barely audible. Where was it coming from? He peered into the cage, hand pressed flat against the cold exterior. He couldn't see anything.

For a moment, he wanted to open the cage, maybe take a look inside, but he thought against it. There was nothing there. Could they have moved it? He cursed under his breath. Their intel wasn't exactly up-to-date...there was a chance that the power source had been moved.

Biting back his frustration, he turned his attention towards the large computer sitting on the desk next to the cell, pulling up the keyboard and glancing down at the messy scribbles on his wrist. The prewritten bypass codes, in permanent black ink, stood out against his dark skin, just legible enough for him to input them without making a mistake.

He began to scroll through the contents of the computer, pulling out a flash drive from his pocket and stabbing it into the side, the upload beginning almost immediately. While he waited for the files to load, he walked back towards the cell, hands in his pockets.

The small screen on the side of the door had begun to flash, little red warning signs appearing. He clicked past them and a page with graphs and charts opened up with a beep. He squinted slightly as he attempted to read the writing.

Beep

No Host Detected

Host?

Beep

Symbiote Pheromone Levels Spiking

Symbiote?

Hobie furrowed his brows in confusion, trying to click on the page again to make it larger. Instead, his finger accidentally brushed against the open button.

Beep

Are you sure?

The warning message popped up. Hobie hesitated for a moment, glancing back into the cell. He pressed 'yes'.

The door to the cage made a quiet whirring noise before it slowly opened, allowing Hobie to cautiously step onto the white tile inside. He could feel his spider-sense acting up, but he couldn't see anything. He entered the cell fully, hands up defensively as he looked around. And then he saw it.

Beep

Host detected.

On the floor in front of him was what looked like...a glob? It was jet black, and he could make out some slight ripples on the surface of it's skin (skin??) that shined when the light from the bright bulbs on the ceiling hit them in just the right place. It was slowly approaching him, not slithering or crawling like an animal, but extending itself out and pulling itself forward.

Hobie was taken aback by the sight, in such shock that he barely even noticed how much his spider sense was flaring up. He stared at it and it stared back up at him. When he tilted his head to the right slightly, it tilted its body the same way, as if it was mimicking him.

Hobie didn't know whether to laugh or run away.

"Unauthorized entrance"

He snapped his head back as he heard the robotic voice sound over the speakers, alerting the entirety of the building of his presence. His heart dropped. "Fuck" He muttered under his breath, shooting one last glance at the glob before walking back towards the door of the cell. He almost didn't notice it latch onto his boot.

"Wot the-" He let out a small yelp as he saw it crawling up his boot. He attempted to kick it off, and it fell to the ground, but instead of trying to crawl towards him again, it pushed itself back slightly. Hobie looked at it amusedly for a moment before a chill ran up his spine in realization. It was acting like an animal. An animal about to strike.

It pounced towards him, faster than he could react. He tried to dodge out of the way, but it extended itself out, something Hobie'd never seen before, and it latched onto him, forcing him to stumble and fall onto his back. He sat up quickly, eyes wide with fear as it began to climb up his chest.

He tried to pull it off, grunting with exertion, but it was too late. Hobie watched in horror as the symbiote sunk into him.

"He's in there!"

He didn't have time for this.

Ignoring the fact that the so-called symbiote had disappeared, Hobie jumped up onto the ceiling, sticking onto the rough surface and heading towards the vents he came through earlier. The guards entered and aimed their guns at the ceiling, but he was already gone, having climbed through the vent without a trace.

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"A symbiote?" You asked, folding your arms over your chest as you leaned back in your chair. He nodded in response, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "What the hell is a symbiote?"

"I don't know. It's probably where the tech came from. 's the original V.E.N.O.M. mech. Or at leas', it looked like V.E.N.O.M. mech." He replied, bouncing his leg up and down.

The two of your were sitting in the living room of his canal boat, going over the contents of the flash drive that he'd just barely escaped with. He'd been able to download most of the files, but they needed an encryption code to access, which neither of you knew. The whole heist had ended up being a waste...except for the fact that he said he saw the original mech.

"What do you mean it looked like the V.E.N.O.M. mech?" You asked confusedly, tilting your head at him. "Was it not the same?"

"No." He shook his head and put his hand against his face, nibbling on his fingernails. "It was this weird...gooey...stuff." He said awkwardly.

You pushed his hand away from his mouth. "Don't do that. Are you okay? You seem nervous." He looked up at your concerned face and his expression softened slightly. "I'm fine. Jus' still on edge." he said quickly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his vest.

"Look, tha' symbiote thing did something. It kind of-" he cringed, knowing that your response wasn't going to be positive, "-latched onto me."

You froze. "What."

"It melted. It melted on top of me, an' then it jus' disappeared. Like I absorbed it or somethin'" he said quietly, his fingers moving back towards his mouth.

"Why would you go near it?" You asked, shock spreading through your body. "Are you insane?"

"I didn't know it would do tha'!" He voice turned defensive as he leaned back slightly, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I didn't even know it was there! It just appeared out o' nowhere!"

"Okay, okay" you put your hands up to calm him down, or more to calm yourself down. "How do you feel? Did it...change anything?"

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking it over. "I feel great actually."

You raised your eyebrows. "Really?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm a bit nervous but that's just 'cause I almost got caught." He stood up, stretching his arms out, a smile appearing on his face as he realized that he was in fact feeling much better. "I feel amazin'"

"Amazing?"

He ignored you and jumped up, sticking his hand to the ceiling. "Huh. I didn't even realize 'til now."

"Okay, let's not jump ahead. We still need to figure out where that thing went." You said, gesturing for him to sit back down. "Did you really just...absorb it?"

He wasn't paying attention to you. He was looking down at his hands weirdly, inspecting them as he stayed sticking to the ceiling. "Hobie!" He looked back at you. "Yea?"

"Can you sit back down?"

"Yes ma'am." He unlatched himself from the ceiling and plopped back down onto the couch. He looked down at himself curiously before glancing back towards you. "You don' think that thing attaching itself t' me is gonna change my powers, do you?"

"Why do you think that?" you asked, eyes widening slightly as you thought about that idea. What if?

"Well, if it's the original V.E.N.O.M. tech, it should act like the tech Ozzy's groupies use, right? Maybe I could use that-"

"No."

"Wot?" He looked at you confusedly. "What do you mean, no?"

"We are not planning another riot when you haven't even figured out what that thing's done to you, Hobes." You said with an eye roll. "You're taking this too easy."

He gave you one of those starboy grins of his. "Come off it, I'm Spider-Man, remember? I'll be fine. Might as well put this t' good use." He said with a wink.

"Put what to use? You don't even know what that thing's doing to you-"

"I'll figure it out along the way." he interrupted, leaning back with a smile. You smacked your forehead in annoyance while he gave you an amused look. "'s cute that you care about me so much-"

"Don't. Even. Start."

"Alright, alright" he put his hands up defensively. "I'm jus' messing with ya."

You gave him another glance. "Are you sure you feel okay?" You tried one last time.

"Peachy."

"Fine." You grumbled, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "You want something to eat?" You asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.

He followed you, leaning against the counter as he watched from behind. "I'll have a yogurt or something."

You squinted. "I don't think we have yogurt."

"It's right there." he said, vaguely gesturing towards the contents of the fridge.

"Where?"

"Here, jus' let me-" He pointed his hand to towards you, attempting to shoot a web towards the fridge. Suddenly, instead of a web coming out of his wrist like usual, something else appeared.

You watched in horror as his arm turned black and extended towards the fridge, grabbing onto the yogurt before pulling it back. You looked at Hobie and he looked equally as confused, staring down at the container in his hand in shock.

"What the fuck was that?!" You exclaimed, taking a step back.

"I-I don't know!" He replied back, his voice just as high-pitched and nervous as yours was. He held his hand in from of him like it was a weapon, pointing it out. "Tha's new..."

"NO SHIT?!"

"Don't yell at me!" He said, eyes wide.

"What was that thing?!"

"I don't know! Maybe it came from-" his jaw dropped. "You don't think-"

"The symbiote." You both whispered together. "I don't remember V.E.N.O.M. soldiers being able to do that" You said nervously. "Well, it is the original...it probably has some different abilities?" He asked, obviously trying to play it off.

You stared at each other in silence. "You know wot? It's fine." he said, opening up the yogurt container. You watched him in shock. "Are you mental?" You asked, approaching him, throwing your hands up in the air. "How are you okay with this?"

"Well what else am I supposed to do? I don't know how t' get this thing out!" he said defensively, mouth full of yogurt. "I'll figure it out later. I'm hungry." He mumbled, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth as he looked away.

What the hell?

Why was he acting so weird? You'd have never expected him to be okay with some weird gooey alien controlling his body. And since when did he like yogurt?!?

"You're hungry?"

He nodded in response, tossing the empty container into the trash and sifting through the items in the fridge as he searched for another item to attack. His eyes landed on a bag of...frozen shrimp.

He pulled it out curiously, putting it near his face. "What is this?" He asked, looking at it as though he was on the brink of starvation. "...frozen shrimp?" you replied cautiously. "Don't tell me you're gonna ea-"

It was too late. He'd already opened the bag and was crunching on the pieces as if they were chips. "Hobie!" You exclaimed, jaw dropping as you watched him. "What are you-" You stopped yourself, barely able to process what you were seeing.

He just shrugged in response. "I'm hungry."

"FOR FROZEN SHRIMP?!?"

"It smells good!"

His ears perked up and he put the bag down, as if he'd heard something. "Do you hear tha'?" He asked, walking towards the window near the two of you.

"Hear what?"

He pressed his ear to the glass of the window. "Someone needs my help."

"How-"

"I gotta go. Spider-man duties." he interrupted, taking another handful of shrimp in his hand before he grabbed his mask off the couch.

"What are you-"

"See you later, love!"

"Hobie-!"

And just like that, he was gone without another word, swinging off into the distance, faster that he usually did.

Strange.

You stared into the distance, still trying to process what'd just happened. You couldn't help but feel as though something was off. I mean...obviously something was off, but there was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that made it seem as though something far, far worse was going to happen.

It was best not to dwell on it. The best thing for you to do right now was to figure out the encryption code for that damn flash drive. Only then would you be able to figure out what that symbiote really was. And what it could be doing.

End of Part 1.

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[kurakuradon]

guy’s been standing in front of the atm for hours someone tell him to fucking move

[dearest-painter]

The Ben 10!Reader give me other idea.

Spider Mech!Reader

Like peni parker, They created a mech, just a little bigger then Penny's Mech, What do you think?

(You can ignore this if you don't have time.)

OMFG GES! Maybe their Mech is VENOM! Just them and their symboite that’s been with them since they were ten (now seventeen with Venom around their age in their universe) having the same relationship as comic Eddie and venom do, with the default nickname for Venom being ‘buttercup’

[4mrplumi]

a spiderverse x spiderman!reader x batfam concept different from my spidernoir one

exposition is fairly simple, peni-parker!reader comes back from the boarding school they were sent to by the family to "keep them out of vigilante business" but are blissfully unaware that for the past few months, peni!reader's been working on a mech suit to support their new found spider powers, after getting bitten by a radioactive spider while away at school.

with access to bruce's batcave, luke's indulgence in your "academic strive" and your stealth and sneaking about, you're able to make your suit pretty quickly. unresolved feelings from your past, and this sense of debt you feel, you decide to repay by being SP//dr... spider for easy-comms.

the thing is, peni!reader is an anomaly, since this spiderman in this universe in not meant to exist. maybe some stuff with the spider society and all can come in and we find out that actually, the spider that bit peni!reader was from this universe and spiderman is allowed to exist here.

but to investigate what a radioactive spider with the wrong genetic data was doing in your universe, where is wasn't supposed to be* spidernoir agrees to drop down to gotham to help peni!reader to figure it out. he becomes, essentially, a father figure for reader, something that bruce hasn't been able to due to the weight of reader's and his past.

meanwhile, when peni!reader comes back to the manor from 'boarding school' the family notices physical and mental changes in them. their more distant, dismissive... confident in their skin. though you guys never had much time to talk or hangout or bond like they do, the development is difficult to notice.

additionally, sightings of a man in a trench coat and a car-sized robot swinging around have been going around, doing god knows what. the batman doesn't like being unprepared, and tries to scour out their identities and whereabouts. i have some really small little ideas that'd be funny for the whole run, like spidernoir showing up for a parent-teacher conference instead of bruce, ai assistant karen, commentary from spiderpunk, constantine and strange link up and also delve a little into what the themes between spiderman variants, spiderman, and batman are that make them so different are.

i'm rotting away like an oxidised apple but rlly dont know if i should write it cus ive got so much 2 do... if ppl are interested at all i mkigbt consider

in conclusion: I LOVE YOU SPIDERNOIR AND PENI PARKER!!!!!

*supposed to be = not in the sense that how mile's spider teleported to another earth, but like, peni!reader was just not meant to be bit, and that spider is not supposed to exist. the dc and marvel universes are parallel, with peni!reader's existence being a small, hairline road between the two.

[revelboo]

what is your worst "hear me out" for transformers? mine is tarantulas like a spider in irl hell no… but a big robot spider thats hot

Probably Tarantulas (I love his Earthspark design) or IDW Waspinator.

I read Windblade for Metroplex lore and it reminded me of this messed up, fatally gullible mech that is everyone’s punching bag and just knows it. 18+ 🌶️

Worker Bee

IDW Waspinator x Reader

• Dragging his broken body, his alt mode scrabbles for purchase in the leaf litter. It’s hard to focus on much besides the pain and finding somewhere safe to hide and heal. He’s not even sure what he did, only that Skywarp had pointed at him right before Megatron went ballistic on him and the two other Decepticons that had been close by. Maybe he had done something wrong. He must have. “Waspinator’s fault,” he rasps, antenna flicking because there’s light up ahead, a building where he’ll be out of the snow just beginning to fall. Leaving the tree line, he drags himself inside, legs scrabbling and knocking over a metal can that clatters as it goes rolling and he collapses on the straw inside. So tired, burrowing in.

• Looking up from your book at the noise, you groan because the raccoons are back and they’ve tipped over the trash can. It’s late and you just want to ignore it and deal with it in the morning, but there might be garbage strewn across the yard by then. Standing, you tug on a coat, grab a flashlight, and a rifle just in case it’s a bear, not cute little trash pandas raiding your garbage. You’d left the barn door open apparently and you find the can turned over, but its contents not scattered everywhere. Maybe the sound scared them off? Setting the gun down, you right the can and turn as something shifts within the hay, rising slowly to tower over you.

• There’s a human with a weapon. Here to hurt him, because everyone does. They always do. It hurts to transform and reach for the human, but his injuries throw him off balance and he crashes down, knocking the little organic sprawling with him. And you’re screaming at him, your fear jangling through him making him curl forward, servos over his head. Waiting for a blow that doesn’t come. “Not hurt Waspinator?”

• Hyperventilating as the monster lifts its big head slightly, you can’t even scream. Voice overlayed with slow buzz, the thing had spoken. It’s gigantic, seizing your ankle when you try to crawl away and dragging you back, looming over you. All you can do is hold up your hands in supplication as those awful mandibles work and those glowing optics stare. “Don’t hurt me.”

• This is new. Someone afraid of him? It should make him feel powerful to be the one feared for once, but it just makes him oddly ill. Sitting up and gingerly touching the wound in his torso sluggishly bleeding energon, he makes a buzzing click of his mandibles. “No hurt,” he says as you scramble to your hands and knees to put some distance between you. “Already hurt,” he adds tiredly, and you hesitate in your retreat. Staring at the energon welling through his servos. You take a hand through your hair, expression twisting.

• All you have to do is run like hell. That thing, Waspinator it had called itself, is hurt too badly to chase you. But there’s something about its defeated tone that makes you feel guilty. This isn’t your problem. Big and scary was already hurt when he crashed in your barn. So why do you go over to the workbench and retrieve a roll of duct tape? He hisses at you, rearing back when you try to touch him and you freeze. “Cut that out,” you snap and his antenna flatten back. Not hurt Waspinator? You’d guessed with the way he’d worded that question that maybe he’s used to being hurt. That he’d fold if you acted aggressive and you were right. It’s unsettling to see a giant, metal death bug cringe like a puppy being scolded. But he doesn’t make a peep as you find the hole in his metal side and gingerly tape the leaking lines, trying to not think too closely on what you’re touching or that your hands are inside him rooting around. “Waspinator, right?” The way he’s just staring down at you with those wide glowing optics just cements in your head that he’s a big, really ugly puppy.

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[fanged-fanfics]

Hi again! It’s me. I have another request for you to try out.

May I request HCs of [TF One] Optimus Prime with a Cybertronian![S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who’s like Spider-Man?

As in, they’re an Outlier with abilities like the web-slinger such as wall-climbing, Spidey Sense, being physically stronger, able to produce webs, etc.

Sorry if I’m asking too much.

☆ To Web A Spark — Optimus Prime x GN in Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus didn't understand many things, he'd learned that quickly after the reveal of Sentinel Prime's true nature. There was so much he didn't know, a whole wolrd outside the mines that he was only just now exploring

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A bot with modifications like yours came as a surprise to him. He had seen unnatural frames on bots like the Quintessons and Airachnid, but this was something entirely different. Your extra senses and abilities intrigued him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Became prone to asking frequent questions. How much you could sense, how far you could swing, anything like that. He disguised natural curiosity under a claim of wondering what you could do for the forming Autobots

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd get flustered if you ever scooped him up while swinging, especially if you added in a little comment about saving the oh-so-imposing Prime. He'd brush it off with his usual confidence, but he'd remember it for days to come

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You became a very valued scavenger, especially because of how well you could scale sides and cliffs unlike the standard mechs. Optimus often accompanied you on these tasks, even if he couldn't always be right by your side

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your enhanced senses to danger made Optimus employ you as an unofficial right hand, keeping you by his side so you could give him direct reports of any feeling of impending threats or danger

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd playfully compete with you in strength-based small competitions. Even if you had better strength than the average mech, Optimus had worked in labor all his career and now had a larger and more durable frame due to the Matrix. He always found it entertaining to see how you could push one another to work harder

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus did occasionally test the durability and elasticity of your webbing on downtime. He had ideas of how to innovate it into rope or slings if it proved suitable, and generally gushed over all your helpful characteristics often

[tinydefector]

How ya feeling tiny? I hope you're doing better than before I was wondering if I could ask for whirl's reaction to reader wearing perfume? Thanks and hope you're better!🥰

(For those who haven't realised yet I love Writing Whirl as a He/they user)

I'm doing alright Daniel got bitten by a spider living my spider man moment while sick again XD

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The first time Whirl smells the perfume on your skin, they just blurts out. "Why are you all smithed up like a pleasure bot?" optic focusing in on the human in front of him. The frown that slowly forms to your lips makes him realise what he had said. A deep hum rumbles from the helimech as he moves closer, taking in the rather sweet scent. "Eh sorry Processor glitch," their grumbled while leaning, his claws wrap around the human as he pulled them closer. "Why do you smell like that?" The mechs voice inquired, pressing his 'face' into their back.

"It's perfume. Human's wear it because it makes us smell nice" they mumble. His vents slowly take in the sweet scent mixed with pheromones. "Should probably warn you not to wear it out, you'll have every bot trying to rip each other apart to get to you" it make the human squeal in shock.

"What do you mean!?!" They ask, slightly panicked. "Ya basically just oiled yourself up in pheromones, putting a big sign going. 'Frag me, scentless', Sweetcheeks, pleasure bots used to use the same method to get work" the helimech explains while pulling them flush against his plating. "And I don't like sharing" he nearly snarls.

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[fridaysmind]

Ooooh I'm so normal about yan!starscream with the religious theme and how reader's accidental touch basically makes him freeze and tamed him a little there "A single touch made a current run through all the circuits and the scarlet optics go out as he exhaled and lowered his twitching wings in pleasure." Eating this btw

i'm sure reader's just sooo confused about how quick his behaviour changed.. and the gag of star giving some cryptic message before immediately transforming into a jet and flying away again,leaving reader to even more confused made me laugh harddd, lol poor reader

Great work!!!! <3 💗💖💖

Yandere!Starscream x Autobot!Reader

Chapter 3

(Chapter 2 is here)

Oh, my Primus, thank you very much! Kind words warm my Spark! GN!Reader; Obsession; A departure from the canon; You x Ratchet (a little) TW! Minor character death, kidnap, injuries.

Too much had happened in the intervening time, and Starscream was still out of sight. This caused doubt and discussion among the Autobot base, but not for more than a few seconds, as another expedition demanded attention.

You are diligently putting everything in its place, disinfecting medical devices, helping to treat your friends, in short, fully immersed in the events, but when the base becomes quieter for a while, the edges of your EM-field seem to pick up something dangerous.

With a weary sigh, you clear another surface and feel the optics on your frame again, but when you turn around, you see only your leader, not taking his attention off the console. You can't remember the last time he ate or charged, but touching him about it is futile. The overwhelming urge to talk a little keeps you going, and you walk past Optimus, entering the medical bay and seeing Ratchet.

As the conversation progresses, you both broach the subject of someone else's presence as he digs through the thin wires of Bulkhead's broken device, nodding occasionally in response. Every now and then you stop your speech to look in the direction of something moving, but see no more than a bug crawling away in the vent of a missile silo. This whole thing is nothing more than paranoia, right? You want to hope so.

And even Ratchet suggests that everyone is on edge right now. Decrypting the files, missing and rescuing Optimus, the fading and rekindling hope of winning this long war. It all takes its toll on every member of your team. You approach the doctor from behind, silently watching the light and quick movements as he unravels, interlocks, reinforces the microchips and it calms your processor.

“You're right, we need to focus on our mission and when we rebuild Cybertron everything will fall into place” you gently hug your mentor from behind, wishing him a quiet job and go on to put things in order.

When. Not if, but when we rebuild Cybertron. It wasn't until long after you left that Ratchet found a faint smile on his faceplate. When did the mech get so attached to you?

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“Optimus, you can't be serious. Wheeljack can't follow orders, he's simply out of control, and sending such a young Transformer with him...”

“Wheeljack is a skilled fighter, and you can fully trust your assistant just as I do.” your leader's voice is as usual calm and friendly in response.

The reason you rarely showed up on the battlefield was precisely because of Ratchet-he'd find a hundred reasons why you'd be better off staying near him. He needed your help in the medical bay, or you were being punished for bickering, or you had a suspicious limp, or whatever. But now he can do nothing.

Despite the seriousness of the task assigned to you, there was no point or time to argue. It was up to each of you to catch the artifact and snatch it out of the hands of the Decepticons.

The Decepticons...they had clearly become more ruthless, even though it seemed impossible. You can still remember when the base received a message begging for help. From whom? Arachnida! Despite the obvious reluctance of either of you to save this spider-woman, Bee and Arcee still arrived at the strange cave, but found nothing but the femme's dead body, mutilated so hideously you'd think she'd been torn apart by fangs. She had probably gotten a real beating in the power struggle after all, but none of you would miss her, anyway.

You greet Wheeljack with a welcoming smile as you emerge from the green funnel.

“Immediately note: Prime has decided that I should be the one to watch over you, not the other way around.”

The mech only chuckles in response to your words, sarcastically offering a servo as your peds step onto his ship. You accept the offered limb and a moment later you soar through the sky at high speed, continuing your dialog, from which you are distracted by Soundwave suddenly appearing on your tail. What luck...

The ship maneuvers, fires, and even hits its target, but the last shot of the Communications Officers drone causes the ship to burst into flames and hurtle towards the ground.

The best option is to split up. The bot rushes to snatch an unknown but clearly valuable resource from the enemy's servo, while you are left alone with the suddenly awakened blind and deaf Laserbeak and Rafael on the link.

Your limbs desperately press the drone into the ground while you hold out hope that the virus will take the Decepticons by surprise and the kid backs up your faith. You are distracted from the human cub speaking into the audio sensor by a strange hum approaching behind you, and you turn around.

The optics widen and the servos themselves let the metal bird flail about in panic, taking off and falling back into the dirt with no sense of space or time. The flock of creatures in the sky with the sickening sound of a battle scream was rapidly approaching and it was not difficult to identify the insecticons with horror, dozens of individuals, frenzied and ready to attack.

With your voice and limbs shaking, you tell your friends on the other side of the call of your extreme predicament and the green funnel of the Earth Bridge that opened up not far from you didn't take long.

Forgetting about the artifact and Laserbeak by Unicron, you rush towards your mentor, stumbling over your own peds, falling and resuming your run, but a huge insect crashes into you at frame flight speed, knocking you away from the portal, and you shriek in surprise and pain, rolling on the dirt next to the communicator's drone.

Unable to get up from such a powerful collision, you wheeze, try to at least crawl toward the medic's screams, and fall faceplate into the ground, blacking out.

Part 4 will be out tonight.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N aka Spideypool lays there stoned out with Peni Parker…

Y/N; woah

Peni: yeah woah

Y/N: I mean what if we made a spider mech that had web shooters that came out of its butt?

Peni: woah I love it!

Peter B walks in with May in her carrier…

Peter B: what the—?! Are you guys high?!

Y/N: Spider Daddy! Can you buy us some chimichangas?!

Request by @ma1egamer: If you'd be willing to write a platonic SpideyPool Male Reader and peni parker reader made some brownies or cookies to try and cheer peni up but he made a mistake and took his dad's weed brownies so both of them are just stoned out of their minds

[in1-nutshell]

Hi & is it okay for Another of Transformer crossovers

With TFA Silver Aid meeting Spiderverse?

(You can also any bots/cons with Silver, if you like)

thank you

Silver Aid is not the only spider around!

Hope you enjoy!

Silver Aid and Optimus Prime go into the Spiderverse

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Cybertronian (technoorganic) reader

TFA/SPIDERVERSE

Silver Aid was overworked.

Megatron and the others were being more reckless than usual with the Autobots.

And some of his more questionable missions, which end up being fruitless and an angry group to help later.

Silver tried her hardest to make sure everyone was in top shape once they got out of the med bay.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the team to realize how worked up she was.

Silver Aid was looking over the supply case when Megatron and the others came in. Silver Aid blinked a bit before worriedly going up to them. Silver Aid: “Is everything all right?” She takes Megatron’s servo and starts looking at it. Megatron paces his other servo on top of her. Megatron: “Everything is fine Silver Aid.” Silver Aid: “Then why is everyone doing here?” Blitzwing: “This is an intervention.” Silver Aid: “What?” Blitzwing: “You are working too hard and for long periods of time Silver Aid. It is not healthy.” Silver Aid: “I’m fi—” Starscream: “Don’t even start with that load of scrap heap. You are running off of fumes! Again!” Silver Aid annoyingly huffs. Lugnut: “It is important to take more breaks Silver Aid, we have talked about this in the past.” Silver Aid takes her servos and crosses them. Silver Aid: “I’m sorry but someone has to make sure you don’t bleed all over the floor and function properly. You wouldn’t last 3 days if I didn’t put in all this work.” Megatron: “We are not undermining your work. We simply think you should also prioritize your health.” Silver Aid sends him a harsh glare. He stares back at her. A minute goes by before she sighs and smirks. It sent a chill down Megatron’s back struts, though for the reason why was up for debate. Silver Aid: “How about a little bet? If I leave for 3 days and the base and yourselves are not scrap metal… I will consider a change in my normal routine.” Megatron: “But…” Silver Aid steps forward and shoves a digit in Megatron’s chassis. Silver Aid: “But if I find the med bay and you all a mess, I Will come for all your hides.” Megatron: “…Deal.” Silver Aid and Megatron shake servos as the techno organic begins to walk out of the room. Starscream: “Wait your leaving now?” Silver Aid: “Of course! See you all in 3 days!” The mechs in the room: “…”

Silver Aid walked out the base and realized that she didn’t exactly have a place to stay meanwhile the deal was on.

She figured that one of the nearby cave systems would do for the time being.

The medic would have gone to the Plant, but she wanted to stay as far from any potential fights as possible.

Staring at the setting sun an idea struck her.

It would be another 2 hours before Optimus would be going on patrol, why not spend it with him?

Optimus was a bit surprised to find Silver Aid calling him.

Like her, the Prime was running off of fumes.

Swamped with work, though most mainly caused by the Decepticon’s, the occasional human villain of the week, and his team occasionally breaking out into fights.

He almost jumped at the opportunity to get a short break.

Optimus made sure to let Ratchet know he was heading out early for patrol.

The medic acknowledged him as the Prime transformed and peeled it to the set location.

The two met at an abandoned shipyard not too far from the main port.

The two were tired but grateful to see each other again under much more peaceful circumstances.

As they chatted the familiar sound of a portal made them stop.

Optimus quickly activated his axe and stood in front of Silver Aid. Silver Aid grabbed his arm tightly while gripping to sturdy pole with the other servo. Silver Aid: “Prime, I swear if we get sucked into the portal, I will personally make sure Megatron does not attack you and your team for 2 months.” Both are anticipating for the portal to start dragging them in. Optimus: “I don’t think its sucking… I think it’s—” Four objects shot out of the portal. Optimus quickly grabs two of them while Silver grabbed the other two. The portal closed. The bots took notice that these were humans in costumes. Optimus had a human with part of their hair out and one that seemed to be glitching with different colors. Silver had a human with a black and red costume and another with a white and pink suit. They all groaned holding their heads. Silver motioned Optimus to place them down, both kneeling in front of them. The medic carefully helped the black and red human sit up. The eye’s on the costume blinked widely. She gave them a gentle smile. Silver Aid: “Hello there, your safe. All of you are.” The humans slowly start looking around at their surroundings. Optimus: “My name is—” The red and black one suddenly squealed and stood up. Miles: “Your Optimus Prime! And your Silver Aid!” Both bots blink in confusion. It was common for the humans to fawn over the Autobots, but one fawning over her? The others suddenly jumped up and looked at them, they could feel the excitement rolling off of them. Silver Aid: “That is correct… how do you know our names?” Miles: “We know about Transformers and recently re watched some of the series. Umm, my name is Miles.” The white and blue one slapped his head. White and blue: “Secret identities! Remember?” The two had a silent argument that led to the white and blue human sighing. Gwen: “I’m Gwen.” The one that constantly glitched and his companion waved. Pav: “I’m Pav! And this is Hobbie!” Hobbie saluted at the bots.

Optimus and Silver sat down listening to the teens explaining that they all knew them as childhood TV characters.

Beloved in multitude of rebirths and comics in their universes.

When asked about the costumes after the face reveal, they stated they were spider people.

This caught Silver’s attention.

What did they mean by that?

But before she could ask, the ground underneath them caved in.

Silver Aid woke up to harsh lights and what looked like a lab setting.

Optimus was in the berth next to her also waking up.

She could groggily make out the teens at the end of the room.

A bigger human in a similar outfit was in front of them waving his arms angerly.

She did not like it.

Her optics narrowed when the bigger human touched Miles’s shoulder and winced.

Silver Aid transformed into her alt mode, jumped up and landed in front of the kids, separating them from the bigger human. Silver Aid: “What did you do to him!” Miles quickly got in front of her patting her longer legs. Miles: “It’s okay! It’s okay! Miguel’s just a bit rough and grouchy!” Her optics flickered from the bigger human to Miles. She sighed as she transformed back into bot form. Silver Aid: “I apologize. I thought you were hurting the children.” Miles: “I’m 15!” Silver Aid: “Did I stutter?” Optimus walking next to her with wide optics. Optimus: “Where are we?” Miguel: “You are in our headquarters.” Optimus: “Headquarters for what?” Gwen: “A Spider society in this dimension for all the spider people to come to.” Optimus and Silver Aid look at each other. Optimus: “You know—” Silver Aid: “The 2 months I know, I know.”

Enter Peter B and Jessica Drew.

Miles and the others had never seen Peter or Jessica love so quickly before.

Both were just staring up at the bots with happy expressions.

Did they really have that much of a positive impact in these dimensions?

A small baby swinging on a web landed on Silver’s shoulder.

The technorganic’s optics widened gently holding the little babe in her servos.

She quietly asked if all spider people could do that.

Silver Aid could have cried at that moment when she saw them swing around.

The teens offered to give the two bots a tour, given the way they entered this universe… it was going to take about a day or two to get it fixed and tested correctly.

Optimus is given the ‘Honorary Spidey’ title.

Silver Aid was already given the spider person title.

She was shocked to hear that the majority of the spidey’s there started when a spider bit them.

That was the same thing that happened to her… well a nice way to put it.

Optimus and Silver stick to each other’s sides the entire stay.

… But they are no longer allowed to go into the main lobbies without one of the teens, Peter B, Jessica, or Miguel accompanying them.

Apparently, a lot of universes had their own ‘Transformers’ and versions of them.

They both were surrounded by spidey’s who were crying and jumping with excitement.

Now to the main spideys.

Miguel, Peter and Jessica have all grown up watching the original Transformer’s cartoons in their dimensions.

Some more sparing than others.

While some things with the bots change, the basic concept and how the bots act is virtually the same.

All three of them hang out near the bots when they come back to Miguel’s ‘office’.

Most of the time it was Silver Aid and Optimus talking with Peter and Jessica whenever they weren’t on missions.

Miguel stayed silent and separative for most of the visit.

On occasion he would talk to Silver Aid.

One talk led to some important findings.

Lyla pops up on Miguel’s shoulder. Lyla: “Oh Miguel you weren’t kidding when you put her on the list! She’s gorgeous!” Miguel tries rapidly swatting at the hologram but she pops near her helm. Silver Aid: “List?” Lyla: “Yeah, Miguel’s got a list of potential spider people he wants to join the society, especially after what happened when Miles showed—” Miguel: “There’s no need for any more detail Lyla!” Silver Aid: “You want me to join your society?” The technorganic could feel the embarrassment and anger rolling of the man. Miguel: “No!” Lyla: “… He chased down Miles because he wanted to save his dad and sic the rest of the society on him.” Silver Aid: “Excuse me what!?” From afar… Peter holding Mayday: “What do you think they’re talking about?” Optimus shrugs. Jessica: “Maybe he is trying to recruit her?” They see Silver Aid transform into a giant spider and was chasing after Miguel. Jessica: “… Or maybe she found out about what happened with Miles…” Optimus: “What happened with Miles?” Peter: “Well, there are these things called Canon Events…”

The adults quickly found out how strong Silver’s webbing was and how hard it was to get off.

The rest of the visit was mainly staying with the four teens.

Hobbie and Pav where the pair that usually went out with the bots to more crowded areas.

Though they would bring Gwen and Miles if things got too crowded.

Someone had to protect their new large friends.

Pav loved chatting with the pair about almost everything under the sun.

It reminded Optimus of Bumblebee a lot.

Hobbie often took to literally hanging off of Silver Aid’s armor and occasionally strumming chords on his guitar.

Silver Aid and Optimus are watching the two spiders from a few feet away. Silver Aid: “Doesn’t Pav and Hobbie remind you of Bumblebee and Prowl?” Optimus: “So I’m not the only one who thinks that?” Pav and Hobbie swing up on the respected bots shoulders. Pav: “Whatcha talking about?” Optimus: “How you two remind us of some friends back home.” Hobbie: “Really? What’s Pav? Bumblebee?” Pav looked at the Prime with wide eyes. Pav: “Really!?” Silver Aid: “I take it back. He is both Bee and Sari.” Pav happily kicked his feet a bit. Pav: “And what about Hobbie?” Silver Aid: “He reminds us most of Prowl, maybe a bit of Jazz too.” Hobbie: “Wait is that the ninja mechs?” The bots nodded. Hobbie laughed a bit and leaned back. Hobbie: “…Are you married to Megatron?” Optimus nearly trips and falls on his face. Silver Aid’s frame feels hot. Silver Aid: “We haven’t exactly done the rites yet…” Optimus now looks at Silver in surprise. Optimus: “Wait you haven’t!?”

Gwen and Miles liked to have more one-on-one moments with the bots.

Well, more Miles than Gwen.

Gwen wasn’t as social as the others but did make time for the bots as the date for them to return came closer.

She liked hanging out with Silver Aid the most.

Something about ‘there aren’t a lot of spiderwomen who get happy endings’.

…She really needed to ask what the girl meant by that.

Silver Aid is hanging upside down with Gwen. Silver Aid: “I heard about the thing that usually makes the average spider person a hero is the bite… how did yours happen?” Gwen: “Pretty normal. I was playing my drum set when the spider bit my hand.” Silver Aid: “How badly did it hurt?” Gwen: “Not that bad? Why was yours painful?” Silver Aid laughs humorlessly. Silver Aid: “You could say that.” Gwen scoots a bit closer. Gwen: “What happened?” Silver looks unsure whether to actually tell her. Gwen: “Please?” Silver sighs: “It started off the day I decided to join Optimus to watch over my twin and our other friend, Sentinel…”

Miles was a different story.

The boy was almost their shadow the entire visit.

Practically bursting at the seems with joy whenever he saw them.

He loved to rant and just talk to them about their lives.

Optimus sympathized when Miles sheepishly told him the story on how he became his universes Spiderman and the training involved.

Training as a recruit was the worst.

The Prime gave him a few words of encouragement about his situation which, in a way backfired.

Optimus starts running up to Silver Aid. Silver Aid notices a crying Miles in his servos. Silver Aid: What happened!” Optimus: “I don’t know! I was just telling him he was doing a great job and he started crying!” Silver Aid gently pats his back. He turns in her direction. Silver Aid: “Hey buddy, can you tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can help fix whatever happened.” Crying spider noises increase.

Eventually it was time for the bots to leave.

It was a bit of a tearful goodbye, scratch that very tearful good bye from a lot more spiders than they anticipated.

The pair held servos as they jumped into the portal.

… and promptly landed on their faces.

They had laned back at the abandoned shipyard.

Well, the city was still intact, and nothing was one fire so there was some good news.

The sun was starting to rise.

Silver Aid gave Optimus a quick hug and told him good luck with his team.

He waved back until realizing what she had just said.

He had been gone for 3 days…

No official contact with his team…

After he said he was patrolling at night…

…Great…

Optimus quietly transforms in front of the Plant and walks inside. Ratchet was asleep on his work bench. Prowl was sleeping on Bulkhead’s arm while said bot was sprawled on the floor. Bumblebee and Sari were snoring on the big bots chassis. There were multiple scanners and video tapes littered around the floor. CRUNCH! Optimus accidentally stepped on a data pad. Which was enough to wake up Sari. Sari blinked tiredly before staring at him. Sari: “OPTIMUS!” Her scream suddenly woke everyone up. The last thing the Prime saw was his entire team running at him at top speed. Meanwhile… Silver Aid swings up to the base and walks in. Silver Aid: “I’m bac—OH SWEET PRIMUS!” There were multiple craters in the main room, some marks on the wall that looked suspiciously like talons, and a harsh smell of smoke. Lugnut and Blitzwing were lying in one of the mini craters groaning. Starscream was dangling by his pedes from one of the taller monitors. Was he… crying? And Megatron… had fallen asleep near his throne. Silver Aid groaned loudly. That’s what woke them up. Blitzwing was the first to reach her, pulling her into a tight hug and spinning her around. Random laughed tiredly. Blitzwing: “Thank the Prime’s its over!” Both bots were lifted up by Lugnut’s hug. Silver was then tugged out by Starscream who held her shoulders. Starscream: “Where have you been!? We have been trying to contact you for the past week and—” Silver: “Wait what! I was gone for three days!” Megatron: “You were gone for a week.” Silver jumped, not even noticing he had moved from his spot from across the room. He looked tired, angry, and relieved. Silver tried to reach for his servo. He pulled away making her spark clench. Megatron: “Prime is missing as well. None of our scanners picked up on any of your signatures. So please enlighten me, where were you.” Silver Aid: “The portals found us. There was no way we could have gotten back so we had to wait. We thought we were only there for three days.” Megatron sighs and opens his arms slightly. Silver Aid gently grabbed his arm and started leading him to their shared habsuite. She turned back to the others. Silver Aid: “I promise I’ll tell everything later!” She softly shut the door just as she felt two large arms wrap around her. Megatron lifted her up and buried his face in her neck cables. Megatron: “These portals are testing me…” Silver Aid just smiled as she shut her optics and enjoyed the safety his arms provided.

[hoiststowline]

hits different

ultra magnus x female!reader

orginally posted on my ao3 here! tw: mentions of claustrophobia and arachnophobia.

There's a brief moment where Magnus considers it may have been a horrible idea to ask you to accompany him for this mission. While he regularly seeks out your company, it seemed like second nature to assume you'd want to tag along, but your hesitation was evident, even if you tried to hide it. Magnus knew you better than you thought, optics dimming at your jumbled words, eventually circling back to the original question. 

"Yeah, sure. Why not." He observes how your tiny fingers furl into fists and then unclench, knuckles kissed red by the winter weather. "Sounds good to me."

Magnus wants to tell you that you don't have to come if there's elsewhere you had plans to be. However, he finds it difficult as his processor leaps for joy, a vast contrast to his stern outward expression. He's finding it harder and harder to uncover things that cause him excitement anymore, so much time lost between his servos that he cannot scrounge back up. If he can spend a couple of Earth hours with you alone, he'd take what he could get with stride. 

During the drive to the cave system, you had been unnaturally quiet. You were obviously off-put by something, but Magnus had yet to extricate the premise, himself stoic and unsure in how to proceed. You had his trust, and he, yours, but he understood oftentimes he appeared unapproachable. 

"Is it...like really far inside?" It's the first question you've asked regarding the energon deposit, voice just above a whisper. He could almost compare you to a mouse, timid as you struggle to match his stride even in his slow gait. At your inquiry, he looks down at the top of your head, but you keep your gaze fixated on the caverns ahead. 

"I do not think so, but I cannot be certain." He answers, heavily concerned now. "What is the matter, y/n? Do you not feel up to par?" 

You fumble with the strings of your sweatshirt, sneakers kicking up dirt as you nearly trip, but catch yourself. At this, Magnus makes a noise in the back of his throat, but ex-vents as you righten. "I'm fine." You sniff, hands now stuffed inside your hoodie's pockets. "I kinda maybe sorta dislike closed-off spaces, but I'm fine." 

Magnus freezes, pedes halting as you nearly breeze past, stopping just ahead of him as you turn to look his way. "Pardon?"

"Oh, you're cruel to make me say it again." Your shoulders jump to your ears, then fall as a shrug of sorts. "I wanted to hang out with you, but I hate this. I feel closed in and I know just about every species of spider lives in here."

He's unamused, rightfully so, as this is new information to him. The knowledge of a fear of spiders isn't, but he's come to find arachnophobia is a common trepidation to humans. It's never crossed his mind that you had other paranoias and fears, but such a topic wouldn't come up naturally in conversation. 

"I see." Magnus rumbles, now understanding your avid atypical voicelessness, wanting to quell that fear that he knows is sitting like a pit in your stomach. "I owe you an apology then, my intentions were not for you to be afraid,"

"No, no apology needed. It's my fault, I should have just said so." You should not feel any ounce of fear with a mech like Ultra Magnus at your left, however, that gnawing feeling still comes in fleeting passes. 

"What would you suggest?" He hums, lowering himself to one knee in front of you. "I can take you home, or we can cease for now and I shall return later?" 

The toe of your sneaker runs along the dirt, shy all of a sudden as you look up at him with a small pout. "Continuing isn't an option?"

His shoulders sink in a defeated manner, unsure of what you mean. "I am not understanding your request, y/n. I thought you wanted to leave?"

"I guess I'm still scared, but it's a little less when I'm with you." Voice small, your colorful irises meet his cerulean optics with a glimmer of something he cannot describe. "We're already here, no point in turning around now."

"If it gives you discomfort, there's assuredly good reason to turn back." The way he looks at you makes your head spin. Magnus was rough around the edges, but for some unknown reason, he was always understanding and empathetic with you. You almost didn't want to tell him, but knew the further inside you traversed, the anxiety would begin to swallow you whole. "You aren't disappointing anyone, y/n."

"I'm good." Your palms run over your pants, a motion so you don't have to meet his eyes. "I wanted you to know. It didn't say it to leave, I said it so maybe you could understand my, ah, hesitation." 

Magnus hums, a soft noise that sends a chill straight down the length of your spine. "Very well. I appreciated you disclosing such to me, rest assured it will not be breathed to another soul." 

Most described Ultra Magnus as stuffy and overly formal, the exact opposite of a rule-breaker and in basic terms, boring. You've never found him to be any of those things, preaching about his solicitude and forbearing nature, a true force to be reckoned with. At a glance together, the two of you could generally be compared as exact inverses, your upbeat attitude was no match for his nearly permanent frown, but it was a match made well, a trusted method to the madness you both often found yourselves in. 

"Thanks, Mags." He scoffs at the nickname but pulls a servo free that was previously across his knee. 

"Is there something I can provide to palliate some of your fear?" It's not an odd request, thinking it over for half a second before nodding your head, one of your tell-tale smiles breaking through at his query. Magnus loves your smile, the way your entire face alights with an unimaginable amount of content. 

"Actually," You start, beginning to feel that wariness subside. "There is one thing." 

Your ask was not that much of an ask, rather than an action that Magnus likely would have offered later on in the trip anyway. You've come to sit on his shoulder countless times, and he dares to think he likes you there best because he can better address you, and it's a position that keeps you close to him. Your fingers find their usual spot atop his plating, almost leaning into your touch. 

"For the arachnids?" He muses, sending a small smile your way, now standing to his full height, albeit painfully slow. 

"I'm not thinking about the ones likely above us, so please don't remind me." A breathy laugh escapes your lips, catching his gaze as he continues onwards. "I really do appreciate it, Magnus. Normally people just look at me like I'm crazy and tell me to get over it."

The look he sends you is a mix of confusion and alarm. "You are not crazy, y/n. It's a genuine fear, that is nothing to take lightly." 

Something that hasn't happened in a long while was the kick-on of his cooling fans, the systems whirring to life as you lean over to kiss his cheek gently. The touch is soft, much softer than anything else that's brushed his outer plating, and while it took him by surprise, he hoped he covered it well enough. "Such a gentleman," And it's not a coo, it's a statement, nearly a whisper but wholehearted. 

Ultra Magnus adores you, that is downright obvious to anyone who observes your interactions, but one would have to search a little deeper to discover the reasoning. Upon first contact meeting you, you had nearly fainted, and that is a memory he'd like to permanently remove from his processor as he thought he offlined you. After that initial interaction, it'd be fair to assume you'd want little to do with him, though he was infatuated with you nonetheless. 

It took him with great surprise that you always ended up next to him, nearly standing behind his leg at first as if you were reserved but comfortable around him. Very early on, you had even accidentally touched the back of his knee, and he nearly choked on his sentence. Upon opening up to him, there was little where he would go, that you would not. 

He's heard the comparison of those with kind hearts and the patience of a saint. Primus knows that you've put up with his bluntness and unfamiliarity with the terrain, a simple gesture that means bounds to him. "Everything okay?" You ask, cocking your head to the side at his faraway look. 

"Of course." Magnus resounds, going to straighten his posture before realizing where you are. "Many thanks." 

His words are so formal sometimes he reminds you of an old professor you've had, gentle but stately. It makes him more attractive in a way, admiring sometimes how he slips up and talks to you with a bit more casualty in his tone, especially when he's exhausted. You wonder if anyone else has seen him in these moments, but then again, it's likely if they have, it wouldn't be something worth advertising. 

"No worries." You smile, quietly tucking your legs underneath you. "How far now, Maggy?"

Now his brow furrows, groaning. "Must you?"

"I must." Nodding, you laugh aloud when you catch him rolling his optics. 

"Another dozen yards or so. You'll be alright?" Taking a deep breath, you silently exhale through your nose. 

"Yessir," He's come to like the feeling of your palms, nearly melting under their minute pressure. "I'll be just fine." 

[alilobsessive]

Amazing crossover au!!!

Mayday!Reader is Crow!Reader’s child.💥💥

So Mayday!R meets the Batfam in a different way than in ‘canon’ and is basically seen strapped to Crow!R’s chest (with their own little spider baby suit).

omg.. omgomgomgomgomgomgomg YES! The DRAMA! THE INTRIGUE! Not just between Bat’s but between spider spouse as well! Knowing Crow Reader there probably supper open to their partner that there a supervillain, but knowing the spider dumassery Spider Spouse probably thinks Crow being a mad scientist is a running joke. Like there well aware of Crow’s Day job and all there science degrees, but them being a Villain? There sweet loving partner that could do no wrong ever, the other parent to there child? Completely unthinkable, it has to be a joke based on the aforementioned information, it has to be! But is spider open about there own powers? Well they kinda had to be before Mayday got here that’s for sure. But if Crow figured out that Spider Spouse is the local spider? Idk man, it would be more dramatic if they didn’t. But Crow is super intelligent, like scarily so. Crow probably figured all this out when they were still dating but never confronted them because they wanted Spider to tell them when there ready. Then so many years passed since then that Crow just, forgot they never had that talk.

Whenever Mayday is at “work” with either parent they use different costumes and names. I admittedly don’t think the Batclan and Spider Spouse have that close of a working relationship in either timeline. Like they respect each other but don’t often step on the other’s toes or actively try to interact. So the Bats probably new Spider Spouse has a kid but has never met them, until Crow starts bringing around there kid but they haven’t contacted the dots. When with Crow Mayday is in a built proof baby sling with a dumb bird mask on and isn’t allowed to use there powers. Or can’t depend’s on what age we’re thinking because in the borderline mech suit Crow wears they could probably continue carrying Mayday until there like 5. Definitely longer but buy 5 there actively fighting being carried. They have now been toddler leashed instead.

Also thank you for the ask! I was literally moments away from getting on my knees and begging for some.

On a completely unrelated note

Spider Spouse: So there’s this group called the Spider Society, it’s basically a place full of alternate Universe versions of me and we all just kinda hang out together. Sometimes fight multi dimensional crime.

Crow: oh ya I have that to, except we all just get drunk and sometimes try to fist fight each other.

Spider Spouse: *laughs thinking it’s a joke*

Crow 100% serious mumbling under there breath: there’s some weird shenanigans going on with me, you and are kid there and I don’t think I like it.

[4mrplumi]

00. spiderwocky ── kid-buggy

‎‎ㅤㅤplatonic | spiderverse x spiderman!reader x batfamily | ms. list

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index. prologue , chapter one , chapter two , chapter three ... to be continued. based on this

your head slams against the mech’s ceiling, and your vision blurs for a second. a troubled robotic voice keeps reading out statistics, leftwing engine down, visors breaking off, remaining web fluid at 17%, and enemy still engaged.

you have to wince, pushing your head against the whiplash, slamming a half-ripped off metal leg at the large metallic eyeball staring keenly in your direction. mysterio’s been trouble before but… you’ve gotten soft. 

a thin wisp of gas permeates the suit’s vents, and sp//dr’s robotic droning takes an almost human, frantic quality. “air quality has been compromised,” it hisses,  “(name), pulling out of battle is optimal.” you’ve got to ignore it, you think with strain, a thin string of web leaping out at the building behind mysterio, there are people in more danger than you.

pulling harshly on the string, you can hear the noisy clank of metal as the mech-suit’s arm bolts creak under the pressure, and propel yourself at the sphere. and you do it again, to the left, again, from the right, while sp//dr’s voice reads out the remaining fluid clerically.

"16%", slam it into the concrete building next to you, it makes a dent, "15%", swing it into a billboard, people are screaming, "14%", jump up into the sky on your- the suit’s- good leg, "13%" shoot out two strings to the ground besides mysterio-

"12%", slam him into the concrete, shattering the road under him. you’re running out of air. the sphere breaks a little, curling inwards like a cracked egg. you have to disarm mysterio- before he floods the streets with the brain toxin that-

that’s currently bypassed your filtration systems.

the suit takes a staggering step towards a boy inside the vessel, his head encompassed by a globe of white, a single eye etched and staring. you barely hear his “you’re taller in person”, more focused on another voice whispering to you.

 ‘make me nothing’, it says, it’s your father's voice. no, it’s sp//dr’s voice. a hand reaches up on its own, crushing a drone, ‘i’m a teenage weapon’. it’s your voice, your head, sp//dr. you can barely breathe, another hand sending a drone flying into the thin walls around you. "safe inside the colours", his face looks at you in pity, admiration. 

it’s a familiar look.

you stiffen, your mind clearing to sp//dr’s warnings. ‘i don’t need your love, boy.’ the suit’s arm slams against his skull, and he falls to the ground, with a strangled; “my voice!”. 

the brain toxin begins to leave your systems, flushed out by a steady, furious buzz in your ears, your vision clearing as you approach the man. his face is exposed, a bloody, spectacled and oat-haired figure. he croaks to you; “i hate my voice,” as though you’d care of it, “you don’t know me- i’m just a fan…”

his voice becomes shaky, and he’s struggling to blabber out his words. you’re tempted to web his mouth shut. “but i could have been anything to you…”

“did you ever get the mix-disc i made you?” he slurs, his cracked glasses breaking.

you don’t wake up with a jolt. there’s no chain of anxiety that hits you, no spider-sense going off. you’re well tucked under heavy covers when you open your eyes, rigid in your sleep. not in the suit, you haven’t been in it for a while. it’s sill broken, and you’re not… not at work. not right now.

it doesn’t feel natural waking up in the manor. you’ve been opening your eyes to the posters your roommate put up on your walls, insisting on brighter decor. grown used to waking to sounds of chatter, maybe the radio, or the school bell telling you were devastatingly late to class and would be reprimanded for it.

you’re not used to waking up to neat wallpaper in a dark, old room. in the house you’ve barely lived in, barely wanted to live in. wayne manor is a sad place, and you're suddenly glad they send you away for most of the year.

summer vacations are the most miserable time of the year, everyone being sent home or off on vacation with their parents until they come back for next term. all the time you're stuck going to a manor you don’t want to be in, in a city you’re close to hating, with people who’ve made it too obvious they don’t want you here. they never say it to your face. but you know well enough.

but- but this time it’s different. this break, you won’t go to trouble tim with a puzzle you’d hope would interest him, one he’d take from you with a nod, and never think about again. you won’t go watch jason sneak into the pantry from a distance, trying to muster up the courage to talk to him and inevitably fail each time, as he swiftly left again. you won’t even offer to ask alfred if you could help him tend to the garden, only for him to smile pitiably gently at you and ask you if you’d 'rather not spend your time having more fun elsewhere'.

this time, you have work. something to do. someone to be.

you take to sauntering awake to a little desk in the corner of the room at five? four? in the morning, and sliding the drawer open to pull out a thick and scrappy diary. you’ve been writing in this since they first sent you off, since you were nine. 

"SP//DR BOT" graces the page you flip to, in bright paint-marker-blue. the picture of a poorly sketched, vaguely-humanoid mecha-suit follows, on which you scrawl with a drying pen. for the last seven months you've had someone to be. so you'd best get to it; kid-buggy.

₊˚⊹ a/n : first fic i've planned up to completion,, let's hope all goes well!! let me know if you want to be in the taglist <3

prologue tags @sirenetheblogger @kenyummy @selvyyr

[revelboo]

hello yes hi can I request an interludes scene where a bot catches feelings for a human he picks up on a whim, and they impulsively bond + conceive a sparkling within like 20 minutes of meeting each other? dealer's choice on which mech would immediately ruin his life like that for nonstop access to Earthling valve lol

….. I can think of a few needy, lonely Cybertronians. 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ DP implied fem bits

Interludes Pt 16

Waspinator x Reader, Tarantulas x Reader

• “Oh,” you gasp bumping into someone and it’s just the big hand grabbing your arm that keeps you upright when you stumble. Eyes widening as you stare up at the big alien while his head tips, antenna lifting. And as strange as some Cybertronians look, this guy is winning for weirdness, his pretty purple optics doing little to detract from the mandibles, wings, and extra limbs. You’ve seen some animalistic aliens here, but he’s the first bug and as you back up out of his grip and bump into another one, turning and shivering at his equally weird friend, because that’s a lot of limbs.

• You’re going to run. They always do, him and Tarantulas banding together to try and find a willing human but quickly realizing they’re too alien. If other Cybertronians can’t accept them, why would anyone? Wings drooping as you looking from him to Tarantulas, Waspinator almost whines, antenna flattening back. Humans always acting just like Cybertronians. Like there’s something wrong with them. That they’re wrong, but you reach to tuck your hair behind an ear, flashing a nervous smile. “Spider and a wasp, right? That’s pretty cool. Different,” you say and Tarantulas settles a hand hesitantly against the small of your back. And you don’t flinch.

• “Different can be exciting,” Tarantulas coaxes, hating that he’s still hopeful after being turned down so many times. “If you’re a bit adventurous. I’m Tarantulas and my nervous friend is Waspinator.” And you relax slightly, not backing away from his touch. “Maybe you’d like to share a drink?” Or a room. Doesn’t want to push immediately though, because you’re the first human to meet his stare, to not shudder and back away. So tired of being alone. Of falling in love and being betrayed, but you wouldn’t betray him. Run from him. You’re so small, he’d be able to keep you.

• These guys are big like all of the aliens, the spider the bigger of the two and those extra limbs of his are dancing around him as his buddy’s, Waspinator’s, wings buzz. You’d come here to try something new, to have a once in a lifetime experience. To be able to mark it off that bucket list. “Or,” you say nervously. “We could get a room and get to know each other?” Because just once, you want to live vicariously, to be brave instead of shy.

• Wings flicking as you reach out and lay a soft hand on his arm, Waspinator can’t tear his optics from you. Choosing him? Them? They can keep you? “I’ll grab a token,” Tarantulas growls, hurrying away, lifting up onto his extra longs and making people back away and Waspinator reaches to touch your hair, back of his servo sliding against your soft cheek. Unable to really believe you’re choosing him. No one ever chooses him. And he steps closer, biolights pulsing for you, wings flaring. Hooking an arm around you and dragging you into him, mandibles brushing your neck on a whine as he pulls the scent off you deep into himself. And you wrap your legs around his waist when he lifts you. Letting him touch.

• Amused as Waspinator moves against you, Tarantulas own biolights flare when he returns with a token. Had almost given up hope of finding a willing mate. Slipping up behind you, his servos slide over your hips, pinning you between Waspinator and himself. Allying with the submissive little mech has been purely strategic, anyone willing to look past one of their appearances, might also accept the other. And Waspinator’s so broken and eager to please, the smaller mech isn’t as intimidating as he is. Using him to try and find a partner a stroke of brilliance. “I have a room,” he growls, hips rocking against you and you make a soft, needy sound that goes straight through him to his spike. Right before one of the nosy Autobots starts growling to not frag on the floor and he and Waspinator both hiss.

• Laughing at how offended they both get at the other mech for interrupting, you let Waspinator carry you as Tarantulas leads the way. Hands sliding against you, mandibles brushing you as they stumble to a room, getting distracted a few times, but finally making it inside. “Waspinator needs,” he whines, when you push at his chassis. Trying to get down to strip. “Don’t leave.” And he’s so desperate, you go up on tiptoe to brush a kiss against his mandible.

• “I’m just stripping,” you reassure him and Waspinator reaches to touch his mandible with a wondering ‘kiss.’ Because no one kisses him, no one touches him, except to hit him. Watching you peel off layers of coverings, he releases his spike with a whine. And you flush when you glance at him, but then Tarantulas pushes past him as you hesitate, his extra limbs spreading slightly.

• “If I may?” He growls, asking instead of just taking as his spike aches and you look up at him with uncertain eyes, but choose to trust him and his spark aches with it as he hooks his arms under you, lifting your naked body into the air, glancing at Waspinator to gauge the height and beginning to web you. He’s dreamed of this, webbing a partner like prey to get easy access to them and his extra limbs carefully wrap your waist, your thighs, and torso. So you’re hanging from the ceiling, thighs spread. “Lovely.” Clawed servos sliding against you as Waspinator circles and kneels between your thighs.

• Heart racing, hanging there helpless, you feel Waspinator vent against you, warm air fanning you before his mandibles brush you, spreading. And his inner mouth is on you, making you arch as his glossa tunnels inside you again and again. Trembling as the other one settles himself on the plush bed you’re apparently not going to use, releasing his spike and the plating underneath and his visor brightens as he fists his spike in one hand and dips a clawed servo inside himself, pumping lazily.

• Tasting you, scenting you, his little mate. Doesn’t even mind sharing with Tarantulas, the bigger mech a better fighter, bolder and more capable of defending you. Guarding their hive. Glossa tunneling inside your wet heat as you buck against his mouth, swinging slightly from Tarantulas’s web, moaning his name. You’re going to be such a good carrier for them, a soft, warm loving mate. So eager, his spike is beading with slick, already close to overload just from your taste.

• Jerking his spike as he pumps his servos inside his valve, he watches you tremble against Waspinator’s mouth. And you’re definitely what he’s been hunting for. A mate who’ll love him. Who’ll stay. He’ll just convince you and if he can’t, it’s not like you can escape them both. Groaning as you cry out with your release, his hips buck. Too needy and sensitive as he overloads, slipping his slick servos free with a shudder and sliding them through the mess he made, as he pushes off the berth and approaches you two.

• Trembling as Tarantulas kneels behind you and his slippery servos slide against you there, slicking you with his release before pressing a servo inside you there to make you arch. “Waspinator, come here,” he growls and the other mech crawls over on all fours, wings brushing your legs. Hanging there as Tarantulas growls something to him, you feel Waspinator move at your back before Tarantulas comes around you, his spike still erect.

• Releasing his spike and sliding against you, pressing against you to make you whimper, Waspinator grits his sharp denta. Slowly. Very slowly, Tarantulas said. Aware of the other mech standing in front of you. Burying his own spike inside you. And he keeps rocking against you, hearing you whimper as you take Tarantulas’s spike, the bigger mech trembling, but waiting and you finally relax enough he can claim you so you’re pinned between them both. “Slow,” he growls to remind himself, hips shallowly rocking and Tarantulas begins to move against you. And you’re arching between them on a whining moan. ‘I’ve decided we’re keeping you,’ Tarantulas says as your head falls back against Waspinator’s shoulder, moaning incoherently. The bigger mech getting rougher with you, hips pumping. Keeping you? His now? A little mate. Mandibles brushing the back of your neck, Waspinator shifts his plating and snares you in his spark, eager to claim you, spark you. And Tarantulas follows his lead, snaring you in his own spark as you cry out, overwhelming you, coaxing and demanding you accept them both and you’re trembling as you come apart between them.

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[weebsinstash]

I talk about two different fandoms in this kinda long post but, you know, we've been talking about a lot of the more negative, angst heavy ideas that usually revolves around being burned or betrayed and them having to grovel for your forgiveness, the special catharsis only those stories can bring, but I've been having a lot of ideas on... what if Reader straight up vanishes/leaves their yandere group because they feel like a fucking loser

Like, we keep talking about Spiderverse for example. There's a scene in My Adventures With Superman where Lois Lane finds out there's a multiverse society of other Lois Lanes and she's going through a computer and finding out that, by comparison, she's actually kind of a "failure". She's seeing records of versions of her that were Nobel Prize winners at 19, extremely accomplished, hell it's just meant as a fun reference but one version of her is even a Keyblade Wielder

Imagine being you in the Spiderverse and slowly over time you just start feeling. Bad. All of these other Peter Parkers and their variants are usually so talented, inventors, engineers, technicians. You can't gracefully somersault and perform intricate acrobatics like Gwen Stacey, you can't invent your own tech, you're not some super genius, you're just. A normal person. I can only imagine the absolute fucking punch in the gut of being in the Spider Society for an extended period of time and, feeling like you fit in just a little bit, you fit in here more than your home dimension, you even have nice conversations with Miguel from time to time (which are more significant to him than you know), and suddenly, more Yous start getting scouted, Yous with their customized costumes that are so flattering and chich and mech suits and degrees and accolades and partners and children. You're just in the lunch room one day feeling depressed and they all swarm you trying to eat with you and be friendly, "so what are YOUR studies in? I'm a molecular physicist!" "I served in the army as a lieutenant before I was bit!" "I'm a gold medal Olympic gymnast! What sports do you have medals in?"

And you just. Blink at them, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "I'm just a normal person." before leaving your tray and your food you've already paid for behind so you can run off to cry. Later on you see a bunch of Yous gathered around giggling and you can pick up what they're saying with your super senses and they're all standing around talking about what a fucking loser you are. "They don't even have a degree OR a date!!" just standing around fucking LAUGHING at you

You realize you're no longer needed in the Spider Society, that you're literally just a warm body, there's nothing unique or special or needed about you, you're literally just another body who can be swapped out with hundreds of others whenever needed, like, like a glorified retail employee. You wind up going to Miguel's office when it's empty and leaving your bracelet on a counter without a note or anything before warping home without any intention of, not only coming back, but ever being a Spider ever again (but uh little do you know he IMMEDIATELY notices when you go missing. You're here assuming you're so unnoticeable and unremarkable and the man flips his shit the second he finds out you just QUIT QUIT, he literally won't accept, he'll kept visiting your universe until you accept your watch back even if it means he has to force it back onto your arm and lock it in place. Don't you EVER try to go where he can't follow you or see you 🥺)

And then an idea for Batman because he's the other one we've been talking about off and on. I've been kinda writing blurbs for an idea where Reader is a small time Gotham hero who Batman runs into a few times, maybe starts considering you as Justice League material, and he eventually sees you're, completely alone and really going through some stuff and, after you get injured saving him and are left without a place to live, he lets you stay at the manor to heal up and you slowly start bonding with every member of the Batfam. Damian who is relatively new to the family is still being really outward and hostile and nasty and Bruce is starting to consider military school until he sees you two cuddling on the couch watching the news while the boy calls you big sister/brother/etc and later on the youth actually apologizes and, magically starts explaining his feelings (because you and him have had several heart-to-hearts where you've told him he needs to communicate better and how). Dick sees you bonding with Damian and starts spending time with you as the boy's favorite brother, starting to get attached to you as well, offering to teach you gymnastics. I can just see him taking you and Jason on a really fun parkouring run through the property or the city all costumed up, just to have fun and watch you smile. You open up to Jason about your childhood and the things that made you want to be a hero and he feels kinship with the anger in your heart, the urge to punish those who commit these atrocities, maybe do something even worse to them in return.

You're seemingly integrating into the Batfam EXCELLENTLY but, your demeanor slowly changes. You start seeming uncomfortable. You start mentioning how you feel like you've overstayed your welcome and start bringing up how, you've had enough time mentally and physically recovering, you need to get a job again and move out. Complete silence at the weekly family dinner as someone asks you how your day is and you reply you had a really good job interview that you hope to hear back from soon (you wont, not anymore). You're gradually getting worse, more antisocial, not wanting to join them for events or outings, not even spending time in the same room with everyone, holing yourself up in the room that was given to you. The Batfamily starts worrying and talking amongst themselves, conducting their own research and surveillance to try and figure out your mental state, but you don't want to talk. It's like you don't trust them with your feelings.

One night someone goes to fetch you for something and no one can find you: you left the manor without anyone seeing you and didn't leave any sort of note to let them know where you're going, and even left your cellphone behind, maybe suspicious that they could use it to track you. After a couple hours of frantic scouring the city, Bruce finds you smoking a cigarette, standing out in a park, just trying to get some fresh air, some space, some privacy, acting completely nonchalant and even annoyed by the man's concern as he tries to ask you what's wrong, and you're extremely reluctant to tell him, the man basically badgering you and wearing you down until you answer in the hope he leaves you alone

"Your entire fucking family makes me want to ACTUALLY KILL MYSELF, ok?! I'm not some, genius savant who knows acrobatics and dozens of martial arts! I'm not a gifted programmer! I'm not good at solving puzzles and riddles! I've never read Dickens or Kant, I can't just quote off all these famous references, I'm not some well-read computer with an eidetic memory who hears something once and basically remembers it forever! I can't rattle off the uses for polyurethane foam and the chemical compositions of the gas in your Bat grenades! I can't even pick up a new skill or new hobby or game without YOUR TEN YEAR OLD literally INSTANTLY being better at it than I am! I'm NORMAL! I'm not like you! I'm not like any of you! I'm a LOSER! So, so, I'm starting a new job on Monday and I'm going to start saving money to move out, ok? It's been MONTHS, I want OUT"

And because Gotham weather is notoriously awful it starts suddenly pouring down so now you're upset and sobbing AND wet as Bruce manages to usher you into the Batmobile, kicking on the heat as you're shivering like a soaked stray cat, and he doesn't say much outwardly to you, mostly seeming to just lend an ear before immediately taking you back home, but in his mind it's like "so what you're saying is... you need us now more than ever. You've been extremely depressed and hiding suicidal thoughts and feel alone without any proper purpose in life. I can work with that" and now they're up your ass now more than ever and, I'm growing steadily attached to the idea of a Bruce who actually MAKES you be not just a member of the Batfamily, but a crime fighter to help give you purpose and discipline, so. My man hears you essentially say "I'm jealous I'm not as talented as you or your family and I feel like a loser because I can't do cool things too so I want to leave and never see any of you again. I'm not even good enough to do hero stuff so I'll just go back to being a normal person :(" and he deadass replies "bet, here's your own hypercustomized Bat-themed costume that i already made for you, your training starts tomorrow 7am sharp"

[fanged-fanfics]

Hellooooo it’s me if it’s not too much can you do a x GN!Reader between Redson and Syntax (being rivals) or if you can’t do that would you be able to do it with Peng and Macaque (also rivals)

❤️🔥 Nerds at War — Red Son and Syntax x GN Reader HCs 💻💚

Genres: Fluff, Comedy || they/them pronouns for reader, he/they/she pronouns for Red Son || No warnings needed

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- Getting the attention of one snarky mech nerd was one thing, but catching the eye of two? That tended to be a bit of a whirlwind

- Both like to brag, so they both try to catch your attention with big displays of their accomplishments and showing off their inventions to you

- Syntax tries to be all suave and charming and Red Son will light the end of his long coat on fire to get him to run off so she can slide over and talk to you instead

- They're not good at hiding the rivalry, like at all. They argue in front of you all the time and are constantly very obviously one-upping the other to try and win your attention

- They often get into insult matches with one another

"Spoiled calf"

"Funny coming from the sewer dweller"

"HEY-"

- Both wanna spoil you in their own way, but their methods are pretty unconventional. Red Son keeps offering to take out enemies and burn stuff for you, while Syntax acts like his method of attempting to impress you with a bug designed to turn people into servant zombies is any better

- Red Son of course makes a point to brag about being royalty, while Syntax makes sure to mention that he's working for royalty. Both want you to experience a life of opulent luxury by their sides, but are also constantly putting down the other's kingdoms

- Syntax absolutely has tripped Red Son using his metal spider legs several times and pushes them out of the way using them whenever he wants to slide over to you

- Red Son loves to keep you warm using his natural body heat, while Syntax offers you his large jacket. They have gotten into fights before about which is better while you were just standing there chilly

- The second you even begin to seem upset at the bickering they drop it to swarm you with affection at the same time, the two demons finally putting their egos aside for another for once

- It really just boils down to they both want nothing but the best for you, and they both see themselves as the absolute best

- Syntax has hacked Red Son's electronics before out of spite. Red Son has lit fire to Syntax's gadgets in return

- Syntax gets infinitely annoyed when he tries to plan a whole scheduled day for you two only for Red Son to somehow always show up

- Both of them will absolutely beat up someone for you no questions asked, you just gotta make sure they don't automatically use that on each other

- Despite being equally snarky and witty, you're their shared soft spot. If you request peace, they'll both immediately do whatever it takes to keep you happy. They're just dorks in love at the end of the day, with really intense egos on top of that