#mj!variant!reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

THE SPIDER SOCIETY (atsv)

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How the Spider-Men react to being given a plush of themselves (Spider-Men x Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

CHARACTERS: MIGUEL O’HARA, HOBIE BROWN, & PETER B PARKER (ft.mayday parker)

SFW, fluff, crack treated seriously, pre-canon, some canon divergence

Pic source: Spider-Man: Across The Spiderverse

MIGUEL O’HARA | SPIDER-MAN 2099

Miguel is, quite thoroughly, not impressed when you present the little chibi-esq recreation of his spider suit: cape, little claws and all, to him. A few years ago he would’ve laughed, teased you about your obsession with him and poked at you as he worked in the lab about how you stumbled across the plush anyway. Now, though?

Now Miguel's biggest reaction is how he squints at you in utter silence for a slew of seconds before heaving a sigh that has all of your enthusiasm seeping out of you with that one exhale. Mostly he just grumbles about how he can’t believe you’re distracting him from his monitoring for this and how much such a close approximation of his suit could be a breach of security with an even more severe furrow to his brows than usual.

It’s stress; anxiety too, you’d bet. It looks like anger. Despite the fact you know what it is you still feel yourself getting irritated in turn.

You’re gearing up to throw it in his face and stomp off when the platform finally stops as near to floor level as it gets and he…holds out his hand. Miguel’s expression is still pinched, and the set of his shoulders still high, but he takes the plush from you (mindful of his talons), hums and makes a remark about it not being as accurate as he thought considering there’s claws on the toy instead of what he actually has. Miguel meets your gaze when he says thank you.

For a moment all you do is blink over at him as he starts back up muttering to himself over whatever data he’s reviewing. It isn’t until he turns back to cut you a look that you remember yourself and fall back to earth, smiling big big up at him and then finally rushing away while heat flushes your face and you struggle to bite down on the urge to cheer while still in front of your hotheaded boss.

A few hours later you stop by his floating overcompensation platform office to deliver some information from Jess and you catch sight of the little plush leant up against the corner of one of his monitors. You keep your smugness to yourself, though, not heckling Miggy lest he get too embarrassed and hide the plush away.

Lyla blitzes excitedly around the plush when she first catches sight of it. And, unlike you, she teases Miguel about it so bad the vein at his temple starts to show. You’re eating lunch at one point in the dining hall when she appears sitting criss-cross over your tray and yaps all about how she’s caught Miguel holding the plush. How he rubs the pad of his thumb carefully over the red stitched detailing of its itty bitty mask, his face stern with focus.

Apparently Spider-Plush (the spider society member, not the inanimate object) is very disquieted and a little insulted by the appearance of the toy. His voiceless horror and displeasure was decipherable enough that Miguel started blushing as he stammered out a choppy explanation, and then an apology, all while trying to find some place to hide his mini-me before just settling on holding the stuffing filled version of him behind his back, fangs glinting as he smiled fleetingly at Spider-Plush before starting to save face.

At some point while you're griping about some universe he wants you to check out you watch him turn to the plush leant back against his monitor and go: “Right, Miguelito? You agree, don’t you?” after he feels he’s got you beat— and in a way he does because for the rest of the day you can’t catch nary a glimpse of him without breaking out into laughter so hard it has you turning in circles and coughing.

The smirk he gives your dark, flushed face every time starts making sense by the end of the day once you realize he still got you to agree with him. Even if it was by omission.

HOBIE BROWN | SPIDER-PUNK

Hobie thinks it’s adorable and immediately starts cooing over the plush when you brandish it to him.

He starts cooing over you too but that’s to be expected. You’re his partner, of course he makes a production out of telling you thanks; sweeping you off your feet into a hug and “obnoxiously” peppering kisses all over the brown planes of your face until you're laughing so hard your stomach hurts.

After his initial reaction he does get concerned about the origins of the plush, though. He’s not letting Norman’s estate or any other billionaire twat pull that Spider-Man copyright shit on him (ala that time where Peter found out Otto had trademarked the Spider-Man moniker and that the Spider-Man name and likeness was copyrighted). When you tell him it’s homemade and that you got it from a vendor at a showcase he makes a promise to visit the artist so he can give his thanks personally, grin turning mischievous.

Hobie takes to carrying the little plush around in a web sling. He treats it like his baby, dropping Lil’ Spidey off for you to “babysit” and everything.

Hobes walks in on you oiling your scalp and doing up your kinky hair or re-twisting your locs after a successful wash day — all while singing and dancing for your audience of one: that being the chibi “Itsy Bitsy” plush of him that you’ve leant up against the mirror in front of you — and is instantly so taken by you that he doesn’t even leave the ceiling before pulling his mask up past his nose and urging you into an upside down kiss, no matter that he startles the fuck out of you at first.

He likes making the plush give you little pecks on the cheek from him too, especially when he’s Spider-Man and you two are too easy to view from the rooftops or distance by the civilian them for him to be as affectionate as he’d like.

There’s multiple occasions where you meet him up on a roof to grab a bite together or find him curled up on your ceiling or under your covers while he sews Itsy Bitsy back together and/or replaces his stuffing.

He gets incredibly incensed when goons target his plush lookalike cause there ain’t no need for all that, Boss Man.

It’s not just Hobie liking the plush and loving that it’s a gift from you either, Lil’ Spidey is also incredibly useful when he’s dealing with panicking kids (and adults even). The plush is a cute calming presence and he gets very good at using it to his advantage when he’s got to corral people or convince kids he’s safe enough to let him carry them to safety.

At some point you do have to talk Hobie out of commissioning the artist who made the initial Spider-Man plush into making a similar plush of him in the suit with his mask off and wicks out and cotton stuffed recreations of his piercings on display. “Are you forgetting you have a whole ass secret identity?” “We don’t know if they’re not trustworthy,” he volleys, voice going nearly reedy as he rubs bashfully at his neck. “We don’t know if they’re trustworthy either, Hobie. Chill, Babe.”

Hobie lets himself see sense eventually, but not before his disappointed pout almost makes you cave.

Hobie will absolutely serenade you and the Spider-Punk plushie with his crude vocals whenever he feels like playing on his downtime or is working on a new song. The clear upside is that he’s got only eyes for you in the moment— and that he’s always been a delight to hear when he’s playing his guitar. He tries to keep the vibe acoustic and mostly succeeds.

PETER B PARKER | SPIDER-MAN

— featuring MJ!Variant!Reader & Biracial!Mayday

“Oh hey! Now this? This is one attractive little guy!”

Peter loves Spider-Man merch as much as the next guy, honestly, so he’s pretty excited when you first show him the plush.

Hell, he’s got a small collection of his own merch that’s been gifted to him by people around New York over the years mounted on a shelf above the tv in your bedroom.

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“Aw man! They even got the differences in the spiders on my chest and back correct!” Peter twists the thing around in his hands, lighter brown eyes wide with wonder as he looks for a misprint that he’s apparently not finding. “This thing is surprisingly detailed.”

“Mm, I mean they are missing one key feature,” you murmur, eyeing Peter heavily for a second before meeting the brown of his eyes once more.

Peter blinks up at you, expression owlish, but doesn’t object when you press into him. One of his arms comes up like second nature to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. “I mean where? I guess maybe the kind of reflective — pearlescent? — lenses could be what’s throwing you off, but it’s easy enough to overlook…”

Your husband trails off as he keeps looking for whatever objection you could have for the aesthetics of the Spider-Man plushie.

He’s still missing the mark on all fronts when you reach up to lower the hand he’s holding the toy with. Immediately, Peter meets your eyes over the plush’s tiny head and you smile at him. He recognizes the coy lilt to it if the way he goes liquid and malleable for you is any indication, his body pulling into yours easily when you tug at his hips despite all that super strength and his ability to stick that would absolutely stop you from moving him if he didn’t want to be moved.

When you drop your hand over his hip Peter doesn’t stop you, moves to meet your mouth when you move to kiss him too. Which, kiss him you do, moving to cup one hand over his cheek while your other trails from his waist to rest against the soft bulge of his stomach.

“He’s missing your belly,” you say, the tilt of your plush lips wry and your big brown eyes glittering.

Peter smiles back at you like you’ve hung the moon.

“Oh,” he snorts then, and thankfully it’s not as self-deprecating as it used to be. “I don’t mind, not a lot of people like their heroes pudgy.”

“Well I like mine that way, Tiger,” you purr, reaching your hand around to tug at the shorter hair towards the back of his head and rubbing your thumb softly over his stomach. “So now what?”

“I— god,” Peter stammers, blushing like crazy. You chuckle, moving to squeeze lightly at his side and making his flush travel even more over his face until his ears are beet red and he’s ducking his head to rest against your shoulder.

Eventually he lets out a rush of sigh, shoulders slumping, and admits defeat.

“Flatterer,” he mumbles into your neck, tone playfully accusing, before pressing a kiss to the dewy umber skin at his disposal and wrapping both arms around you despite the plushie still clutched in his other hand.

“Guilty,” you hum, voice low as you run the tip of your broader nose across the pale overheated skin over his jawline.

And then Mayday starts to babble in the distance — clearly over her nap — and you and Pete have to pull apart.

Not before he sweeps you into one more lingering kiss, though. One of his hands tightening around your waist while the other fists into the thick naturally red curls atop your head as he practically dips you. It’s the type of kiss that leaves your dark two-toned lips tingling and has you panting lightly as Peter walks away to go retrieve your child with a wink in your direction and such a cheeky grin splitting his lips that you have to laugh.

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Mayday gets her hands on the thing in minutes. You can’t be upset at her chewing on the plush’s little hands when she was clearly so excited to see the tiny version of her daddy though.

At one point she does hand it back to you so you can see her dad too. You tell her she’s lucky she’s so cute as you accept the slobber soaked plushie by pinching it between two fingers— this is where a nice set of acrylics can come in handy as some very cute and very impromptu tweezers.

The impromptu tweezer is a familiar tool used in you and Peter’s household btw.

The little chibi-esq Spidey plush, and Mayday’s fascination with it, becomes a spectacular way to keep her from whining and twisting all over the place whenever you sit her down to put in her hairstyle for the rest of the week on Sundays. With the plush held tight in her pudgy hands and her preoccupied by either you and Peter engaging her in conversation the entire time or a slew of Gracie’s Corner videos Mayday is practically a saint as you put anything from Bantu knots to afro puffs to cornrows in her big poof of red hair. Hell, sometimes you even take to letting her hang upside down while you comb out the tangles from her hair and apply any product to her looser coils while she hugs the plush tight to her chest.

Bath time and wash days for Mayday are still absolutely a hassle though considering you won’t allow her to take the Spider-Man plushie into the water. Thankfully that’s Peter’s appointed cuhruckle to deal with; giving you a break to do your own hair and relax a bit.

Peter takes to using the Spider-Man plush as a learning tool pretty quickly too. Showing Mayday how to watch her enhanced strength with demonstrations he puppets the toy to show her how to behave. How she has to be gentle and careful when she touches people or things, and etc.

The plush makes the lessons easier on them both, especially as more of Mayday’s powers manifest that you guys can’t procrastinate on dealing with. The lessons being made easier, too, fights back that little bit of guilt you know Peter still carries for passing on his spider powers to her. Win win, then.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

Hopefully everyone’s characterizations weren’t too off because I haven’t seen ATSV in a hot minute, but yeah! This was just a cute little thing to do, and you can pry mj!variant black!reader from my cold dead hands.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[liz-allyn]

sugar + vice - the collection (so far)

a mafia love story • TASM!Peter Parker x OFC/MJ! Variant Read on AO3 because, yeah.

TW: SENSITIVE/DARK CONTENT

(warnings listed at the bottom of this post)

Over a decade ago, Peter Parker of this (alternate) universe survived a horrible tragedy and saw firsthand the depth of New York City's corruption. He challenged the Underworld and conquered it. Now, he's its god.

The last thing he needs is some sweet Persephone — at a coffee shop, no less — smiling at him, charming him, intriguing him. Tempting him.

Innocence never tasted so sweet.

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[nubimera]

Ok guys, I love all spider/dead pool/black cat-sona but

BUT

Let's consider MJ-sona for a moment, PLEASE

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Ooooo Please a miguel o'hara x shy!alt universe!reader? if Miguel sees Peter's adoptive daughter shyreader who is actually a variant of his oldest daughter who is dead in his universe? The shyreader is actually the adoptive daughter of Peter B Parker and Mj and Mayday loves her adoptive sister who’s a spider hero that bonded venom. Venom being protective of the Parker family and the host 🖤🖤

[ A/N: Sorry it took so long. Also I tried including as much of the idea as possible but I might've missed a thing or two.]

Miguel remembers the first time he's seen you. He remembers how his heart was caught in his throat and how time seemed to slow for a minute. You were his eldest daughter.

But you didn't recognize him. You looked exactly like Gabi's elder sister. He loved both you and her dearly before he messed it all up. 

Everyone knew Peter B liked to take his kids with him to HQ. And Mayday wasn't an issue, as long as people kept an eye on her. But Y/N? You were shy, painfully so. Mayday's older sister, adopted yet treated like you were born into the family. 

Peter did warn him beforehand on who you were. And originally, Miguel had told him he'd be fine. But everytime he'd see you walk across, he'd feel anything but. He longed to care for you as he once did, the way Peter did now. 

Peter did though. He could see it in his friend's eyes. And he understood. He adopted you after all, has cared for most of your life like you are his own. The only difference you had to the other Y/N is that you're bonded to a symbiote. Something Miguel is unaware of (for obvious reasons.) 

Keeping it secret from Miguel was harder than expected. He kept a bit of a close eye on you whenever you were around, but not to the point where he knew where you are at any given moment. 

And for a good while, it all goes well. 

Until an anomaly in 928 flies itself into the building. You had been on that exact floor, playing with Mayday and Hobi when the thing flies into the room. 

You barely have a moment to understand what's going on before you're engulfed in Venom's black form.  With Venom's fast reflexes, Mayday is swooped into your arms, shielded from the flying glass and whatever else heads your way.

Miguel had originally been fighting this anomaly alone, given it popped in his universe. Though seeing the building get wrecked, on a floor where he knew you were fond to hang out, it stressed him out. 

Did he now lose you too? Again? He's quick to make his way towards the building, ready to search through the debris. However, before he can lift a brick, a quick black body jumps out, catching Miguel by surprise as it moves at a pace and slings a web towards the goblin variant, only to plunge a kick right into it's face. 

" Y/N! Nice. Where's your sister? " Peter asks you as he comes to a stop beside you, sticking to the building as you do. 

Your mask dissipates, and soon enough your own face is shown. Miguel is caught completely by surprise. Sweet, shy Y/N is bonded with a symbiote? 

" Don't worry she's okay. She's with Hobie. How do we take this down?-" You barely have the chance to ask as th goblin releases bombs into the sky, barreling them towards you. 

And you're quicker to react than Miguel and Peter, jumping up and making sure everything went off mid air, avoiding causalities all together. 

Stuck in his shock, Miguel only watches as you and Peter wrap up this anomaly together. He was as amazed as he was concerned in all honesty.

After that moment, Peter takes both you and Mayday home again. Miguel doesn't see the two of you for a while, given that the building needs to be fixed. 

Once it has, he's all too glad to see you specifically again. 

This time, you're not surrounded by the other teenagers, Mayday, or Peter. It's just you. You're chilling in a corner, reading a book. You put it down when you see him though. 

He nods his head in greeting with a tiny, nearly invisible smile on his face, fully intending to leave you to your book in Peace when you ask him the most curious question. 

" Who was I to you? " 

He stops as he turns around, not believing his ears. 

" What? "

" I can see the way you look at me. You've known another me before.... We're we close? "

A small sad smile makes it's way onto Miguel's face at your innocent curiosity. 

" Yeah.. You were my kid. I was shocked the first time I saw you here. I don't understand why other me would ever abandon you- You didn't know him, did you? " He's curious too. 

You shake your head. 

" No. I was left in the adoption center too young to remember. I think my biological father wanted nothing to do with me, his name wasn't on my papers. My biological mother's name is Evelyn- Was she my birth mother in the other universe too? "

Seeing that you're just as curious about him and other you as he is, he sits down beside you. The two of you talk for a while, and Miguel finally gets the closure he desperately needed. You're not other you, but you're still a version of you. The two of you alike yet different. He's sad he lost other you, though he's happy he gets to see you again. 

[howdoesagrapewrites]

Hello, I LOVE all of your Gayatri x Pavitr x Reader content!!

Would you write something where the reader is a spider-person and what it would be like dating them while being from a different universe? (Can be yandere or not)

Sorry if this didn't make sense, it's my first time requesting :)

𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠

Cw: fluff, poly! reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh, has yandere content but pretty tame, mentioned kidnapping, jealousy, they spam reader's phone but idk what that thing is called

>You and Pavitr probably got paired up in a mission and start to hit it off really, really well

>At first it was just friendly conversation, Pav was friends with most of the spider society, so you had no reason to think you were special

>You were attracted to him, but you respected him, he had a girlfriend, and he did absolutely nothing to hide it, he loved her, it was evident

>You started to hang out in his dimension a lot more, and subsequently met Gayatri

>God, she was gorgeous

>You became close with both of them, spending even longer time in their dimension

>However, you also had matters to attend to at home, that you had been setting aside in order to attend your latest infatuation

>When you had to make up for all the losttime in your dimension and (not intentionally) your contact reduced to only missions and interactions at the cafeteria.

>It seemed that Pavitr had something really urgent to talk about with you, you feared he'd connected the dots in the way you look at him (and his girlfriend) and wanted to properly shut down whatever doubt you might have

>So you tried to avoid him for the first two times he tried to summon you for that important conversation

>But the third time it would just be you being an asshole, Gayatri stopped texting you as much, so you were sad you screwed up what could've been a good friendship

>However, when you went to his universe to have said conversation, you couldn't be happier or more surprised

>So yeah you bagged both Spider-Man and a model, congratulations

>They're both very affectionate, and don't love the distance , but it's what it takes to be with you, so they'll survive

>Gayatri would be super curious about your universe if it's in any way different than theirs

>Would be super excited to make movie marathons with movies from your universe to see if it's different

>You and Pavitr give upside down kisses to each of Gayatri's cheeks

>They're always texting you and checking up on you<3

>Your date nights are sacred, unless the spider duty calls, nothing can make you or them cancel

>You and Pavitr having duo missions and flirting while you kick someone's butt aghhh so iconic

>It is difficult with the universe difference, but you manage

>Now, if they're yandere, this might be, um, a little different

>Pavitr knows what happened to Miguel when he tried to live a life that wasn't his, everyone knows

>So he'll try real hard to avoid the urge to stay glued to you

>They'll spam your phone. Not in a cute way, in a concerning, manipulative way

>They'll be extremely nosy and won't respect your privacy in your universe

>They want to know everything that's going on with you

>This heightens if you have a Gwen Stacy, MJ, Felicia Hardy, Betty Brant, or whatever love interest's variant in your universe. They are extremely scared the "canon" will pull you away from them, since you could be fated to fall in love with someone from your own universe

>They are ready to die and cause the end of their or your universe if that means dying with you

>Please don't let them do that. Good luck, Spidey

[fandomnerd9602]

Spideypool (godmother) pass out while Spider ham (godfather) holds Spider M!Claus reader newborn son Nicholas when the reader told them that his best friend Peter Parker who’s a soldier and his wife Gwen Stacy will stay and help him in the North Pole while he and the elves deliver presents with the ship for eternity

Y/N: hey guys, my pal and his wife are coming to see the baby

Spideypool: and this friend? Did you name him Godmother like me?

MJ: no. He’s the uncle.

Andrew Garfield variant of Peter and Gwen walk in…

Peter: sorry we’re a little late, bud-

Spideypool: (fangirling) ohmygosh!!! Andrew Garfield?! I’m such a fan!!! I loved you in Hacksaw Ridge!!!!

Spideypool faints…

Peter: what’s his-?

MJ: no one really knows

MJ giggles and gives Gwen a hug only to notice her own little growing bump…

[stardustlin]

hi there!! i saw that reqs were open, and i thought atsv characters (preferably Miguel and Hobie) with a model! (or mj variant) reader would be fun thank u and have a great day :))

of course!! thank you so much for requesting this :) i hope you have a good day/night luv <3

the runway show was bustling with people as everyone tried to find their designated seats. you were a runway model based in NYC and it was you first runway show ever since you were booked by Gucci themselves. you were very excited to mention it to miguel and hobie who had applauded you for your successes and as the good gentlemen that they are they made it their duty to attend the runway show you were going to walk for. it was held by gucci and other few famous designer brands. miguel and hobie had reserved front row seats by you since they other the other they wanted to see you walk. they found their seats amongst the crowds as the lights had dimmed and flashing strobe lights cascaded the whole room. the atmosphere was chaotic and nosy of the sound of people’s phone cameras and chattering filled up the room.

as per usual miguel and hobie would fight over for you attention, bickering as always about who likes you the most and how much they have done for you.

“y/n, would definitely go out with a man like me.” miguel said up close in hobie’s while his face was shoved away by him.

“i ain’t even gonna lie to you but they wouldn’t like a man like you.” hobie laughed as he rolled his eyes at miguel. hobie reclined into his chair crossing his arms while his eyes were glued at the runway platform waiting for the show to begin. while miguel grumbled under his breath fixing his posture… manspreading taking up space. his knee was touching hobie’s. “do you even know what personal pace is you bloke?”he pushed miguel’s knee away from him with a slight push. miguel didn’t say anything but was clearly annoyed by hobie’s actions. “why you little-“ miguel was cut off by the announcer who had the spotlight on them as the light completely dimmed.

“ladies and gentleman i present to you gucci’s spring season 2023 fashion collection!” the announcer said holding the mic. everyone went quiet but not too quiet but quiet enough to give their undivided attention to the announcer. miguel and hobie stopped bickering and awaited excitedly for you to come out. they knew you won’t come out soon but somewhere in between the other models. miguel was already reveling in thought of how stunning you were going to look in their clothes while hobie was happy to support your life-long dreams of being a runway model.

music filled everyone’s ears as the clanking of the models’ heels would clack on the wooden platform as they did their poses and walked back to where they had come out. everyone in the room marveled at the beautiful models and would comment about which models’ they liked best. hobie and miguel would clap every time a model would walk just appreciating their work.

half way through, you had come out walking down the runway show. everyone was commenting how stunning and ethereal you were, and that you had probably had the best outfit on out of all the other models. when you came into view coming down the runway hobie stood up clapping and whistling “OKAY RUNWAY MODEL!” miguel quirked an eyebrow pulling hobie down to sit back on his seat because hobie had just attracted the attention of all the other guests there. some laughed and some committed how unruly that was, but knowing hobie he doesn’t care at all. “you can’t just stand up and yell!! are you even the slightest bit embarrassed??!” miguel said in a hushed tone all up in hobie’s face scolding him but he couldn’t care less while he had an shit eating grin. you saw hobie and miguel’s eyes on you which made you crack a smile at them for a few seconds resuming your focus on the runway. miguel gave you a thumbs up and a flashy smile while hobie winked at you. you can’t afford to get distracted since you were in front of hundreds of people, but deep down you felt happy that miguel and hobie were there supporting you. your cheeks slightly heated up as you felt a blush spread across your face but nonetheless you concentrated at the work at hand and walked back to where you made your entrance.

just how the runway show started it soon came to an end. you had exited from the back of the venue, and awaited for hobie and miguel to meet you there as you had texted them awhile ago of you location. miguel and hobie hit the corner of the alleyway as you had your hands in your pocket waiting for them. hobie ran up to you as he put his hands on your shoulders facing. “i’m so happy for you, luv! ya did good!

“thank you so much hobie,” he nodded in approval as he parted away from you letting miguel come up to embrace you. you felt miguel’s arms wrap around your shoulders and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “you did well, i’m proud of you.” miguel carded your hair lovingly. and hobie was reeling in the moment happy for you. who knew that both of them would fight for you and protect you at all costs.

[frost-queen]

Please a (spider man across the spider verse) request Miguel o'hara x shy!alt universe!reader please? if Miguel sees and later meets Peter's adoptive daughter shyreader who is actually a variant of his oldest daughter who's a spider person & dead in his (version) universe? The shyreader is actually the adoptive daughter of Peter B Parker and Mj. Mayday loves her adoptive sister shyreader who's a well known superhero that bonded venom that makes her a spider person. This is waaaay before miles morales situation. And she’s close friends with the spider gang but she’s best friends with Hobie brown and pavitr prabhakar, trying to choose who’s gonna be her future love interest between those two. Bonus: Miguel loses his two daughters shyreader (wearing her red and blue spider suit) and Gabriella while Peter helplessly watch his adopted daughter shyreader version die alongside her sister Gabrielle and everyone else. https://youtu.be/tCT6xDk9vLg?si=G7w3c3o66JdeZjrO

Venom being protective of the Parker family and the host, the family likes shyreader venom suit, especially mayday. Sad & fluff. https://pin.it/1LRZRwUxr

Okay, okay but just to get it right. So reader is Peter's adoptive daughter who looks like one of Miguel's children? Is it that? & reader dies in the end with Gabrielle? & reader is a venom spidergirl right? Let me know if I get anything wrong.

I don't want to make any mistakes when writing it.

[lxinesux]

yall remember the reader insert from once i sink my teeth and im holding my breath for you?

she’s based off on an actual oc i have lol

her name is nora osborne and shes my mj variant for the tasm verse

if i started posting more about her/her relationship with peter…would yall mind 👀👀

[dema-heart]

Not you...please not her

Hobie x starlet (fem! Reader)

I made a whole Spotify Playlist based on this pair's love but can't bring myself to work on the story beside random shorts and very small add ons🤦🏾‍♀️. Anyways,let me know if you want to listen to it!

Bit of context at the bottom. There's a short drabble on my page called dream boy that's also about these two. I just like making it to where it's x reader so others can enjoy!

Warnings:

Swearing

Falling

Pov changes

If something doesn't make sense let me know! I'm trying to change up my writing but I don't usually write intense,I guess, scenes like this pacing was hard for me!

Hobie and Peter from Earth 862 were wrapping up after fighting and catching an anomaly. They looked over the edge of the roof,checking the damage and preparing to head down to make sure everyone was okay when their spidey senses went off. Confused, they looked around preparing for a fight but seeing nothing.

"You felt that too right, mate?" Hobie asked, turning to Peter ,who had nodded.

Lyla glitches onto their watches before attempting to warn them "the....the..r.e....por...al....M...J....pe..te..er...862....cat..ch." she fades away, leaving both boys more confused than before.

Their spidey sense went off again stronger this time as the purple sunset colored portal opened right above the edge of the roof. They watched in slow motion as Earth 862 MJ fell through, still sleeping peacefully.

Both boys raised their wrist to shoot out a web but it was too late. They watched as she fell past them, almost clipping the edge of the roof.

Hobie dived after her not wasting a second the same time Peter yelled out "MJ" in a panic. Peter looked back to the anomaly he was currently holding down ,it was a goblin variant. Goblin cackled as he'd taken the distraction as a chance to slip out one of his pumpkin bombs.

"Bye bye spiderman" Pete's spidey sense went off again as he quickly grabbed the goblin and jumped to escape the blast.

Hobie was currently diving for you. The wind whipped past him as he reached out to you. You were just out of web distance and hadn't woken up yet, body limp in its relaxed state making the reach harder.

"SHIT!" He swore trying his best to reach you but just couldn't, frustration and fear growing. The fear that this could be one of your Peter's cannon events. The fear that this was another of his cannon events. He snapped out of it shaking the thought from his head. This wasn't a cannon event lyla would have said. Should have said but fuck if he would let anything happen to you.

"STARLET OPEN YOUR EYES! PLEASE. PLEASE GOD DAMN IT! NOT YOU FOR FUCKS SAKE NOT LIKE THIS!" Hobie screamed. The sound of the explosion caused him to look back only to see debris from the roof bomb falling towards you both.

"Shit!" You were right there right fucking there but he turned spidey sense going haywire as he webbed the falling debris knowing if he didn't it'd crush you and the people possibly below.

Growling, he turned back, going back into a dive to get to you again. He watched as your eyes opened slowly. The peaceful look on your face quickly changed to one of panic as the feeling of falling set in.

You could feel the wind whipping around you. The weightlessness that came with free falling but the heavy dread in your gut feeling like it was pulling you toward the ground faster.

You looked up at the masked man in front of you. He was reaching for you, hands out stretched. You couldn't quit hear what he was saying, but you knew he was calling your name. How he knew it was beyond you. Reaching your hands out, a small whimper left your lips when your fingertips touched but couldn't get a good enough grip. You looked up at him with teary, fear filled eyes after you chanced a look below.

"Shit. Shit please come on please, " hobie muttered to himself as he watched your eyes water. He grunted, shooting out a web to grab on to the building, watching your eyes widen as the distance grew again. Before he pushed off the building, hard enough to leave a crater.

Your eyes were closed again as you tried to steady your breathing, confused and scared, but you knew this was a dream it had to be. You'd wake up before you hit the ground and laugh it off with peter when you woke up frazzled. Yeah, that's what would happen... another whimper left your trembling lips as you held in tears.

You gasped as a body collided with yours, opening your eyes, you see the spiked spiderman from earlier. His arms wrapped around you as he shot out a web to try to save you both from hitting the ground.

"Shit..." You could hear the panic in his voice as the web gave a weak attempt at sticking to the building. He tried again, getting the same result he sweared aggressively as he looked down at your worried tear stained face. His web shooters had given their last good web to get him to you after the fight with goblin and the debris.

He whispers words if comfort into your hair as he turns you. His back toward the fast approaching ground, and you cradled into his front. You peaked over his shoulder once before he tucked your head down into his chest. He made promise after promise that everything would be alright. You nodded believing him even as you felt his racing heart under you.

"Close your eyes ,starlet. It's gonna be okay you'll see" He murmured into your eye. You shivered, closing your eyes as you thought about what you'd tell Peter when you woke up. How this dream had to almost be as scary as your in counter with Doc Ock.

Suddenly, the wind wasn't whipping anymore, and your stomach wasn't in your chest anymore. You kept your eyes closed just in case not wanting to open them and start the dream over.

"Starlet...hey..you can open your eyes now" the soothing velvety voice rumbled from the man below you. Still you waited not sure if you trusted it.

"MJ! Are you okay? Talk to me!" The sound of Peter's voice had you cracking your eyes open. You looked around to see a giant web holding you and the spiked spiderman above the ground. Peter was next to you in a spiderman suit, the mask in his hands.

You giggled at that, finding it funny that your subconscious would put your best friend you call spidey in a Spiderman suit. Your laughter shook your core before slowly dying into a soft sob, and both spider boys looked at you in concern.

"Im okay..." You sit up looking above you, then back down at the spiderman under you. "We're okay?.." You hesitate to ask, not sure about anything at the moment. He nods slowly, and you look over at peter and launch yourself at him. Hugging him tight as sobs shake your body. He holds you tight doing his best to soothe you as you rambled about how scary this dream was, just like you said you would.

Hobie lays there watching helplessly as your peter comforts you. He knows you don't remember him but everytime he hopes that just maybe you would. Sighing he gets off the web going to walk past you two. Your hand on his leg stops him and he looks down.

"Thanks pretty boy...I.." You shake your head not sure why that's what you had decided to call him but it felt...right. The eyes of his mask widened as he looked down at you. "I'm sorry I..I don't..." shaking your head as a dull ache starts you let him go leaning against Peter you close your eyes the stress and tears pulling you into a light sleep.

Peter looks up at the stunned hobie with a small smile. He stands, just as back up arrives to help with clean up and relocation of the goblin he'd webbed to the ground not too far away. "Looks like she's starting to remember at least a bit." He pats hobie on the back before cradling you as he opens a portal to earth 862, you guys apartment visible in the flickering opening.

"Tell Miguel I took this one home...and feel free to stop by maybe not inside the house but I can introduce you as a friend of gwen's... She's obviously fond of you. And..." He looks back at hobie as he goes to step through the portal, holding you in a secure grip. "I know you like her. Don't deny it! Maybe interacting with you in her "awake" time would help her remember."

"We'll see, bruv." Hobie slides his hand into his pockets, going for nonchalance, but his eyes quickly shift to you when you stir in Peter's arms. Peter chuckles, shaking his head as he disappears through the portal.

Hobie sighs opening his own back to Hq. Thoughts of M.J heavy on his mind. Pav and Gwen's teasing about mutiversal love coming to the forefront before he shakes his head a small smile under his mask at Peter's idea of seeing you and knowing you'd remember him.

"Pretty boy huh. Couldn't even see my face but you remember that lil calling you picked, starlet"

This is once again based on a story I was working on but haven't finished (it was gonna be long ;^; and it was just for me, so i slacked). Basically, I came up with the whole idea of being a different worlds "M.J." (the characters name starts with a J, and in the story, everyone calls her M.J. aka Ms. Jay as she's a nurse at her old high school). She's best friends/roomates with her worlds Peter Parker (doesn't know he's spider man but jokingly calls him spidey cause hes always acting all heroic and getting himself hurt even tho he's a clumsy nerd *nudge nudge* ). He recently saved her from doc ock but something went wrong during the rescue and she's been mutiverse jumping in her sleep but doesn't know it and always ends up in the spider society beacuse that's where her Peter,the person she feels safest with (for now) aka her anchor is. There's no love between Peter and M.j. because they're basically family, and he has Gwen,that they're both also best friends with.

[12-sweetgrass-and-spirits-21]

Cards I use for readings ~

I'll update this post regularly to include new decks that I acquire.

Rider-Waite-Smith Tarot - any reading

"The Rider–Waite Tarot is a widely popular deck for tarot card reading, first published by William Rider & Son in 1909, based on the instructions of academic and mystic A. E. Waite and illustrated by Pamela Colman Smith, both members of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Also known as the Waite–Smith, Rider–Waite–Smith, or Rider Tarot, the deck has been published in numerous editions and inspired a wide array of variants and imitations." (source) Two options: miniature or holographic. Designed by A. E. Waite and Pamela Colman Smith.

Crow Tarot - any reading

"Paying homage to the mystical energy of crows and ravens, Crow Tarot invites us to fly through the veil and connect with our intuitive powers. This artfully created 78-card deck is infused with the familiar symbolism of the traditional Rider-Waite Tarot." (source) Designed by MJ Cullinane.

Tattoo Tarot: Ink and Intuition - any reading

"This one-of-a-kind tarot deck blends tattoo art with intuition, helping you uncover your next big life decision with a touch of edge. Let the cards be your muse and the ink be your guide!" (source) Designed by Megamunden.

Everyday Tarot - any reading

"Everyday Tarot brings a new perspective to the cards, giving modern soul-seekers the tools they need to access their inner wisdom and create an inspired life." (source) Designed by Brigit Esselmont and Eleanor Grosch.

The Golden Tarot - any reading

"This deck embraces archetypal symbols of the Golden Dawn and the Renaissance tarots. From the figure-eight to the crayfish, the pomegranate to the tower, here’s where you begin to decode ancient symbols for future prediction, insight and affirmation in your daily life." (source) Designed by Liz Dean.

The Essential Tarot - any reading

"Taking inspiration from the archetypes of the original tarot decks like the Rider-Waite, The Essential Tarot deck reimagines them for a new age: powerful, diverse, and full of contemporary wisdom. As depicted by many artists and authors throughout the ages, tarot has become an effective way to understand yourself and others—and perhaps even look into the future. But a new audience for tarot is being born, and its adherents want a new way to see the world: fresh, contemporary, and full of diverse bodies, races, and genders, acknowledging the spiritual and cultural offerings of people around the globe and throughout history. These practitioners need an essential deck that both honors the tradition of tarot that has given power to readers for generations and also gives them insight and hope for the generations to come." (source) Designed by Chloé Zarka Grinsnir.

Runes Oracle Deck - any reading

"The rune cards are intricately designed, drawing their essence from the age-old mystique of rune stones, which have been revered for centuries for their deep symbolic meanings and the wisdom they encompass. Each card is a manifestation of this ancient knowledge, beautifully converging the past's profound teachings with today's aesthetic sensibilities. This collection stands as a testament to innovation, presenting a novel and dynamic design perspective to the age-old rune stones. […] They are not merely cards but a contemporary reimagining, transforming the traditional rune stones into accessible and visually stunning pieces." (source) Designed by Ibiza Tarot.

Held By The Land Deck - single card readings only

"Plants can be a great source of healing as well as nourishment, and the practice of growing and harvesting from trees, flowering herbs, and other plants is a powerful way to become more connected to the land. The Indigenous Peoples of North America have long traditions of using native plants as medicine as well as for food. [...] This elegant, full-color card deck and booklet is your go-to guide for Indigenous plants and will give you new insights into the power of everyday nature." (source) Designed by Leigh Joseph.

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[6rookie-writer0110]

Please a (spider man across the spider verse) miguel o'hara x shy!alt universe!reader? if Miguel sees Peter's adoptive son shyreader who is actually a variant of his oldest spider man!son who is dead in his universe? The shyreader is actually the adoptive son of Peter B Parker and Mj and Mayday loves her adoptive brother who’s a spider hero that bonded venom. Venom being protective of the Parker family and the host/friend 🖤 he’s also best friends with peni parker and good friends with the spider gang, this takes place before the spider men chasing miles

https://pin.it/7Kcy004vz

Cool idea. 🙂👍

[writerwhat]

I just read an article online:

Writer Jonathan Hickman and artist Marco Checchetto’s bold new take on ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN is shaping up to be full of surprises! Launching this January as the first ongoing series set in Marvel’s new Ultimate Universe, ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN will star a very different Peter Parker—an older, wiser web-slinger who balances his super hero duties with his responsibilities as a husband and a father. That’s right, Spider-Man is a married man!

Meet Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson—MR. & MRS. PARKER! They’re one of pop culture’s most iconic couples, and now readers will see them stronger than ever in the Ultimate Universe. To celebrate, Peter and MJ’s romance will be featured on a series of picture perfect variant covers by Elizabeth Torque that will adorn the first four issues of ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN. Spidey superstar Ryan Stegman also spotlights the whole Parker family on a new promotional piece.

“When we decided that we were going to do a book about an older Peter Parker becoming Spider-Man, we really wanted to lean into him starting his super hero life from a very different place than what’s traditionally expected,” Hickman explained. “Peter and MJ being married is one of many decisions we made that underline this being quite a ‘different’ kind of Spider-man story.”

That's so cool

[itzagothamcitysiren]

MASTERLIST

Master list for all my Marvel Fics

His MJ,

Chapter 1  ▪︎  Chapter 2  ▪︎  Chapter 3 

After being roommates for nearly a year now, MJ grew accustomed to Peter Parker’s weird antics, like using windows over doors to enter their apartment at night. He was a great guy, paid his half of the rent on time, and he wasn’t too hard on the eyes.

But there were still moments where even his good looks couldn’t get a pass from her.

“You’re my MJ.”

His muttering of the phrasee repeated, and his eyes continued to stare at her as if he just saw a ghost, as if he wasn’t sitting on their couch, face and body all bruised up after going missing for almost two days.

MJ looked at him, his words echoing in her own head, as she fretted over him.

Oneshots/Requests

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✘ Closure  (TASM!Peter Parker x reader)

Pt. 1  ▪︎  Pt.2 

✘ Thunderstruck (Bucky x Stark!Reader)

[howdoesagrapewrites]

imagine Hobie with a model (or mj variant) s/o but they don't have a label (or situationship maybe?) and they just gawk at each other sometimes

𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

CW: situationship, Hobie Brown x Mary Jane Watson variant!reader, fluff

Notes: MJ Watson? Have I told you how much I love MJ Watson? MJ Watson? Hace I told you how much I love MJ Watson? MJ Watson, have I- *= Marie Benoliel is a comedian that crashed a few runways during Paris fashion week 2019

>Hobie would be content with a situationship, maybe I'm mixing up comic Hobie (who is aroace coded) but I don't think he has this big urge to confess and get a partner, he's fine basking in your presence and knowing you feel the same way

Hobie was ultimately enthralled by you, by your posture, class, but mostly, how lighthearted and even sassy you could get. Everyone who spent 5 minutes with you could attest to how completely understandable was for Hobie to have a crush on you, in fact, he's not the only one, he's has to admit he's not too happy when he finds someone else practically drooling over you, but again, can he blame them? And Hobie's pretty sure you do it intentionally sometimes, nothing cruel, just playful flirting, pulling your hair red hair back, swinging your hips a little, biting your lips and locking gazes while holding a mischievous smile, he's familiar with the bit... Because he does the same thing. Not as much with others as he enjoys doing it with you, for such a straightforward guy, he's enjoying the chase a little too much. It's a very palpable (and awkward to the poor people who end up unknowing third wheeling) situation of "will they?, won't they?" That you and Hobie have grown comfortable in. Are you both very desperate to get your tongue in the other's throat? Yes, but gawking at him moving his ringed fingers rapidly through the cords of his guitar with the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and his freeforms bouncing as he moves his whole body to the rhythm of the rebellious songs he plays with his band seems enough for now. You know you have his trust too, he's not just attracted to you, you're a friend, someone he would trust with his life at any given moment, so when he finishes his practice and plunges himself in the couch, stretching his sore lithe limbs like a long cat, getting closer and closer until his head rests on your lap, you understand what he means, how much you mean to him.

"Y'know, I was briefly a runway model" he says, bending over the table and supporting himself with his elbows

"Ya tell that to everyone, it's getting old" his bandmate teased from the the other couch around the rehearsal room

" 'ey, I made a name for myself and all" Hobie replies, mockingly offended

"Yeah, Marie Benoliel*"

[periprose]

Arachnid Anxiety

You're Spider-Woman, and you've been tasked with babysitting Mayday. Maybe you have a bit of stress that you need to vent about, and Hobie comes along quite conveniently for that purpose.

Genre: Fluff, reader having anxiety, Hobie giving her advice, very cute, reader is a Jessica Drew variant, perhaps mutual pining if you squint, takes place during the movie but before Miles arrives to the Society, terrible british slang attempts (sorry Hobie :'))

Word Count: 2.4k

Babies are hard to wrangle when they’re crawling up walls.

Of course, Peter B. Parker said that he needs a nap, just this once, and he needs someone to watch over Mayday while he sneaks away into the sleeping pods in the Spider-Society-System. Sometimes he and MJ don’t get sleep for days at a time, so you get it.

But Mayday is so curious, and you find yourself having to pull her prying hands away before she inadvertently tampers with things around Miguel’s labs and causes either a mass outage or a explosion or Miguel’s wrath. You understand why Peter is a little exhausted.

She’s a very cute baby, though, and you can’t help but coo at her as she clambers off the wall into your arms. 

“Who’s a good Spidey? Who’s gonna be the best of us?” You shake her up and down and she giggles, wrapping her arms around you. 

You instinctively flinch, feeling your Spider-Sense go off.

“Large statement to make. But I see where you’re coming from.” Spider-Punk comes up from behind you, and you turn to him. “She’s definitely punk.”

“Hey, don’t go claiming someone else’s kid as one of your own.” You joke, and Hobie scowls as he pulls off his mask.

“Don’t believe in claims. Or labels, for that matter.” He scratches his hair, looking effortless as he ever does, and you roll your eyes. “She is… who she is. Forgive me for using a descriptive word, Spider-Woman.”

“I get it.” You hold Mayday as she squeals at the sight of Hobie, and she motions in an uppy-uppy motion. She wants to be held by him, but he ignores her.

You never quite know how to feel about Hobie Brown. The Amazing Spider-Punk is revolutionary, known for being better than just his words– he holds himself to the very essence of anarchy. He practices what he preaches.

But you can’t quite get a read on the guy. You don’t know if he’s pulling your leg– or taking the piss as he would say– when he gives his bouts of advice while somehow simply being amazing through it all. He somehow knows what to say but he also isn’t the most comforting, and that in itself makes you drawn to him. He just happens to be kind of rough around the edges, and it’s because of that you know he truly means what he says. 

No sugar-coating, ever.

But you hate yourself, because you’ve somehow managed to fall for him. 

It’s not uncommon for Spideys to fall for each other. Peter Parker and Cindy Moon, Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy. But you know this is the one time it just wouldn’t end well for you.

You can already hear Hobie’s comments if he ever found out. He’d probably rebuke you even though you’d never try anything. Tell you he doesn’t feel that way and you’re delusional for potentially thinking that he would ever tie himself down. Spiders are meant to be swinging free and all that.

Even worse, he just happens to be beautiful. You’re positive that if Hobie wasn’t so anti-everything he would have stuck with being a runway model. His face is molded in a distinctive way that has you trying to catch his glance, even if he only looks at you with nonchalance, completely unbothered, not a hint of chemistry in his eyes.

It is with great displeasure that you find yourself wanting his bored attention anyways.

And so you’ve been swallowing your crush for the greater part of a year now. You’re sure it will pass like all things do.

Pavitr, as much as you love him, has told you many times about the “chemistry” between you and Hobie– and you have told him every time to fuck off. Not in an actual harsh way, because again you can’t help but love the guy, but because you don’t need false hope.

You’re just Spider-Woman. Another red-and-yellow suited variant of Jessica Drew, you might as well just be another Peter Parker. You know that’s not how you’re supposed to think of yourself, but it’s just how it is. Canon events brought you here, and according to Miguel, it’s not something you chose– you just happened to be there at the right time and place. You’re no Jess, who comes in on her motorcycle, raging heat and excitement on her toes– you are one of the many, instead of being exceptional like the few.

You’re not like Hobie, who is as far as you know, one of a kind.

“What’s on your mind, Spider-Woman?” Hobie asks as he picks through random tech on the desk in Miguel’s lab, taking what he feels is useful for whatever it is he does with the stuff. He’s never used your name, because he doesn’t know it.

You and a few other Spider-People have chosen to stay anonymous, for different reasons, and only Miguel and Margo know who you really are. Hobie has told you before that that’s pretty cool– he only chose to give up his name because it was easier to get along with people that way. Hobie knows there’s power in people.

“Just babysitting. Obviously.” You motion to Mayday, who takes this moment to thwip out a web and swing away from you– but you’re faster and you grab her back into your arms, and she pouts.

“Nah, nah. I mean that sour expression upon your lovely little visage, imbecile.” He pokes your masked cheek, and you find yourself blushing but pulling away from him. Hobie is like that– overly familiar and no real sense of space because he doesn’t care.

“It’s not lovely.” You retort, fully convinced of it because he has never seen your face, only your incredulous expression through the eyes of your mask. 

You think that Hobie is again being sarcastic about your unknown appearance, and because his back is facing yours as he searches through random shelves now, you don’t catch how his face frowns at your response.

“Disagreements about your anonymous-but-surely beautiful face aside– not that looks matter, mind you– you’re clearly miffed about something.” Hobie turns and crosses his arms, and it’s with a little embarrassment and comfort that you want his advice. Even if it’s kind of to do with him.

“Well, I guess, uh… lately I’ve just been feeling kind of down. Like what’s the point of all this?” You bite your lip, knowing Hobie’s feelings on nihilism. “I don’t mean like nothing in life matters, Hobie. I mean more that I don’t matt– I don’t… anyways, I feel useless. I don’t have anything special about me, I don’t really bring anything to the Spider-Society that wasn’t already brought.”

"Whoa whoa whoa. Nah, lady, you've got your priorities all twisted." Hobie pulls your arms, bringing you kind of closer to him, and rests his hands on your shoulders, making you listen. "This inner hatred stuff�� that sick urge to feel shame and then blast it inside of yourself, all that repression, yeah? It's a crock of shit."

"Huh?" You and Mayday both peer up at him. You behind your mask, and she with her crocheted one. 

Hobie picks up Mayday, finally giving into her wishes to be held by him, and she immediately giggles. There’s a subtle smile on his face that warms him to you a little.

"It might feel good in the moment. It might even feel revolutionary." Hobie scowls, and scratches his jaw. "It's worthless. Notice, Spider, I didn't call you worthless. The very action is garbage, a visceral thing that brings no productive value– that's what they want you to feel."

"Ah, because then I'll never fight against the establishment, right, Hobie? I'll be too busy fighting myself." You say mockingly, taking on a fake-pretentious-Cockney accent, mimicking him, but Hobie gives you a chill look and nods.

"Now you're getting it."

"Aw." You slump and slouch and sit on the counter full of gadgets and gizmos next to him. "I know you're right, but… don't you ever get people getting mad at you?"

"You've lost me."

"Like… being so responsible." You roll your eyes as Hobie snickers and whispers the spider-mantra you all know so well. "Or just living by your own ideology so… efficiently. It's almost like a slap in the face to the rest of us Spiders. We don’t know how to cope, and here comes along Spider-Punk with all his personal assurance that even if things aren't alright, he'll make it alright for himself."

"Oi, trust me, it wasn't all that easy." Hobie sniffs and sits down next to you, holding Mayday close and then letting her go as she crawls onto the wall in front of you. "You really think I haven't had a bad day? I haven’t had my moments of self doubt, huh?”

“Uh… well. When you put it like that, it does sound kind of crazy.” You admit, and nudge him with your shoulder. “I didn’t mean any harm, Hobie. I just feel so… inadequate.”

“Just stop.” He crosses his arms and closes his eyes, and you feel that yet again, he’s somewhat unreadable. “Don’t think those things. You’re not inadequate.”

“But I–”

“Stop.” He grasps your hands, and squeezes them tightly in his own, and you wonder if Hobie has ever looked this seriously at you, his eyes soft yet firm with affection.

You’re in trouble, you think. Your heart is pounding and you’re really glad he can’t see your face.

“I don’t think you know how important you are.” He utters so quietly, in that very deep voice that has you leaning in to hear him better. “You’re not nothing, Spider-Woman. You’ve done a lot of good for your Earth-257, I’m sure, and that makes you something special. Like the rest of us– you’re kind of irreplaceable, right?”

“I guess.”

“Not ‘I guess.’” Hobie punches the side of your arm and you pretend to say ow, laughing a little. “If you didn’t exist, we’d all be poorer for it. Peter couldn’t ask you to chill with his baby, and I couldn’t be here talking your ear off.”

“But I’m not– I don’t really compare to her, you know?” You say without thinking, and then immediately squint at your own stupidity. 

“Who’s her?” Hobie is wary of how your expression is shifting. “Stacy?”

“Uh, no.” You inhale, exhale, and then decide it’s time to get it over with. “Jess.”

“Jess? Jessica Drew, huh?” Hobie smirks a little. “You don’t want to be adopted by her, do you?”

“More complicated than Gwen’s weird fantasy.” You shift on your spot on the counter, and pull off your mask after a minute of tribulations. “I’m… also Jessica Drew.”

You feel incredibly shy as Hobie takes in your face, wary of his every move as you feel yourself sweating, and he grasps your face gently, peering into your eyes and taking a look at your features, as if he’s really trying to remember them.  

“Huh.”

“What is it?” You say a little too defensively, and he shrugs. 

“You do have a lovely visage, you silly little sod. Even if it’s completely different from Jess’ face.” He laughs as you shove him away, covering your face in your hands. “No, don’t do that.”

He’s tracing your jaw, and he murmurs. “Maybe you could use a few piercings… a tat or two… ever thought about it?”

“No.” You shut your eyes. “I’m not cool like you.”

“Oh, shut it.” He leans in imperceptibly closer, and you blink, eyes open. Maybe Pavitr had a point that Hobie and you have something, because there’s not really another explanation for that look in his eyes. “You’re plenty cool, Jessica Drew. It was just a shit suggestion of mine.”

You think Hobart “Hobie” Brown is sweeter than you previously thought. You have half a mind to tell him about your feelings.

You and Hobie both look up, Spider-Senses tingling, and sure enough, Mayday is cooing from the ceiling– she leaps into your already waiting arms. She giggles at your expression.

Oh well, you think. There’ll be some other time to work up the courage to tell him.

Hobie half-smirks at her. “Way to interrupt us, Mayday.”

She looks at him all confused, tilting her head in a “huh?” motion, and you feel the same way, not entirely sure what Hobie meant by that and not willing to assume either.

He answers you by pulling your face in a sudden, swift motion, connecting his lips to yours, and in between the two of you, Mayday shrieks and laughs. She crawls off to the side of you, no longer smothered between your torsos.

Hobie is weirdly insistent– you feel like he’s been wanting to do this for a while, maybe longer than the length of your conversation (you don’t know if this is just a funny little fling for him, but you’re fairly sure it isn’t) and he’s a lot taller and lankier than you, so he really has to tower over you to reach your mouth better. He’s grasping your jaw and neck and the back of your head with a lot of intensity– you feel wildly dizzy when he pulls away.

“Uh.” Peter B. Parker is standing in front of you both, mouth wide open, and you look back at Hobie and he grins rather coolly, not really giving a damn. It’s enough to make you snort. “Wait, who are you?”

“Oh. Spider-Woman from Earth 257.” You remember Peter has never seen your face, either. “Jessica Drew?”

“Right, right.” Peter raises his hands in a whoop-de-doo motion, like he should’ve known that. “Nice to know what you look like behind the mask. Not nice to know that you’ve been avoiding your babysitting duties. Why are you two fooling around like prepubescent children? What happened to responsibility?”

“Ahhhhh, please, Peter. Live a little.” Hobie stands up, his full length of height drawing him to about the same height as Peter if not an inch taller. He picks up Mayday and hands her off to him. “Let’s not act as if you and MJ weren’t shacking up in the sleeping pods last week, yeah? Does Miguel need to know about how irresponsible you were?”

You think he’s kidding, but Peter pales and you clap your hands over your mouth, trying not to laugh. Miguel would absolutely throw a fit if he found that out.

“Uh…” Peter swallows. “At least that’s not an interdimensional tragedy-in-the-making like you two.”

“There’s no rules against that, I don’t think.” Hobie shrugs. “And if there are, fuck them. Miguel doesn’t know it all.”

“He really is punk to the very end.” Peter groans and leaves out to the hallway with Mayday. 

Hobie flashes a smile at you as he sits back down, ruffling your hair.