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May or may not be working on little pieces for a commission sheet and I really like how this Crane is turning out

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where is all the art that perfectly appeals specifically to my exact tastes and desires and nobody elses

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BLURR NATION RISE UP !!!!! GET YOUR MAN !!!

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Hot Take: If DC really wanted to write a good Scarecrow story, they would emphasize several core aspects of his character. First of all, Jonathan Crane is not weak. He is lanky, but he makes up for his lack of muscles with an extreme and uncanny ability to be hyper flexible. His special brand of “Violent Dancing” is dangerous and fatal. He can break bones with his kicks.

Not only that, but he is extremely intelligent. He’s one of the smartest and most cunning rogues, he earned a PhD in psychology and has done more than just teach classes at Gotham University. He is a renowned psychologist with a fixation on fear. Let him USE that knowledge. He has an enormous vocabulary and he can break you down with words alone.

Make it so he’s immune to his own toxin. Far too many times writers have used this scapegoat when he can’t figure out a concrete ending for his story. He shouldn’t be defeated so easy. The irony has long worn off, this is a cheap storytelling tactic. Crane is a chemist in most cannons and he’s his own test subject as well, he would never be so foolish as to overlook such an obvious weakness. His toxin is his lovechild, and he would definitely be immune to it thanks to years of self injections.

Lastly, give him a design indicative of his namesake. Don’t just slap a burlap sack on his head and call it a day. Give him a hat, or overalls with patches sewn across the chest. He should look like a walking Scarecrow, make him look gruesome, accentuate his lanky features, make sure he wears glasses, etc. There’s so much you could do with his design. Just make it scary.

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HES SO CUTE!!!!

Ok ok, idk if you accept requests but if so ....can you do masters of fear jonathan crane please?

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Imagine Being 141’s designated hacker Just a thought I had while writing late at night

Sure you would have liked to spend those few days at the safe house enjoying a bit of quiet time, simply concerned with keeping watch or keeping track of your supplies. But your latest mission had rewarded you with a more than interesting set of data that could definitely earn you a nice little line to add to your list of ‘wins’, as Soap liked to call them.

It was indeed unfortunate that this set of data was contained in an encrypted hard drive. Accessing such crucial intel as easily as plugging a flash drive into a computer? Where’s the fun in that, right…

Now in your misfortune, luck had smiled upon you as you possessed just the skills necessary to crack that hard drive open. Just a few lines of code and you would be able to hack into it and get it to tell you all its secrets. Right?

Three days it took you to finally come up with a program that resembles something that would work on this thing. Three days, and almost as many nights.

You are presently on your third night sitting at the double screen of your computer, curled up under a blanket, living off of your usual rations washed down with the least tasteful energy drinks you could find at the corner shop, just below the apartment that served as a safe-house for you and your team.

You need to crack this thing open and fast. Otherwise you might very well lose your mind, if that wasn’t the case already, that is… Luckily, you are about to start testing your program, and from what you can read in the multi-coloured letters and numbers displayed on the dark background of the interface, you are seconds away from completing your task.

“You need to get some sleep, Shells,” Ghost calls softly from behind you, nudging at your arm as he comes to stand beside you. You pull the blanket up over your shoulder and keep looking at your screen, typing the last few lines.

The room you’re in is pitch black, only lit by the light emanating from your screens, making you wonder why the ‘dark mode’ on coding softwares is so fucking bright. Ghost looks at you, waiting for a response. You can feel his judgmental eyes on you but you don’t pay him any mind.

All your other teammates have probably gone to sleep by now, you can tell how late it is by the number of empty cans on your desk. But you need to finish this before you get to bed tonight. Tonight is the night and you definitely won’t be able to find sleep unless your program works. You tried yesterday and the day before. All you got were three of four hours of restless slumber.

“I’m nearly done, I just need to-” you respond to your Lieutenant, finally pushing the ‘enter’ key and waiting for your on-screen feedback. ‘Could not run code. Error code: 00x567283’ “-fuck!” you blurt with frustration, still trying to keep your voice down as to not wake up your teammates sleeping in the adjacent bedrooms. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you mumble, rubbing the sleep off your eyes.

You hear Ghost chuckle from his spot beside you, his arms are crossed as he rests his weight on one leg. His right arm unfolds from the other slowly and he silently points to a line in your code. You were about to lose it and tell him to fuck off if he’s just gonna laugh at you but your attention is brought back onto your screen.

“Parenthesis,” he says simply.

You take a second to process everything. That line is missing a parenthesis, right where his finger is pointing. You roll your eyes, taking a deep breath and blocking it before correcting the line and running the code again. ‘Encryption assessed, begin data extraction? <yes> no ;’

“How the fuck did you see that…?” you say in a long exhale. He remains silent for a moment and bends over to close the space between you.

“I’ve not been curled up like a fucking Gremlin at this computer all day and night, that’s how,” he says, his tone a bit too smug for your liking. “now - go - to - bed,” he finishes, turning your desk chair so you face him, now looking sideways at your screens with a pout.

“But it works now…” you say, looking back up at him, all curled up on your chair, wrapped in your blanket. He watches you for a second, cocking an eyebrow under his balaclava.

“Nah the puppy eyes don’t work if they’re all bloodshot, you look terrifying…” he simply says with a straight forwardness only he could manage. Your mouth opens wide, you’re offended.

You are about to protest when he grips your upper-arm, pulling you forcefully against him. Suddenly, you’re on your legs again, still trying to hold onto your blanket. His mouth is pressing against your ear through his mask.

“I want the Gremlin in my bed, right now,” he orders, his voice now taking an authoritative tone. Your mouth closes and you swallow the lump in your throat, trying to pay no mind to the centre of your body coming to life with all kinds of sensations.

“On it, Sir,” you say with a nod as he lets you go. You trot to the bedroom he’s staying in without looking back. Your heart beating fast inside your chest.

His eyes move back to the top of your desk. He looks at the cans littered all over the surface, crumbs filling the blank spaces between them.

“Fuck’s sake…” he mumbles under his breath before going after you, yelling at you as quietly as he can manage while making sure you’ll hear his command. “And take a shower first!”

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what… are you…?

Krel Tarron Headcannons, Gender-Neutral, Romantic.

First time he met you, you were both either competing in something science related or math, since before he would meet you, they would be the only things he was interested in.

He probably wouldve been impressed with how smart you were compared to those other useless humans. He was also impressed with how perfectly your hair encaptured your face and swayed with your every movement.

Your first time seeing him in his extraterrestrial form, i imagine it was something like Steve and Aja. An accident. He probably expected you to be disgusted by his form and maybe even afraid since Steve had told him what humans think of extraterrestrials. Surprise, you thought he was beautiful. I feel it went something like this,

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Krel Tarron, King-In-Waiting of the great planet Akiridion-5, was panicking over a human seeing his true form. And he also, just might die in a few mekrons ( minutes ). He held your hand and swiftly jumped and avoided every branch and twig in his way, running with you through the forest. He was supposed to have a fun time with you by his side at this stupid bone-fire. Not run away with you from bounty hunters. You, on the other hand, were beyond confused. What the hell were those things back there? they werent trolls, i mean, you knew what trolls were and looked like, which is the price you must pay from being Jim Lake Jrs gossip buddy. And what did they want from Krel? if he had something to do with trolls, you would know. But you didnt really feel like asking him any questions since you were about to be killed beside him.

The tingle in his eyes did not go unnoticed. Krels disguise was wearing off, meaning you would see that he wasnt human, and he didnt want to lose a good friend like you. ‘Kleb!’ he thought to himself, repeating the word in his head out of frustration. He spotted a big bush you two could hide in and quickly pulled you into it with him. Soon enough, the bounty hunters that were after you two ran past and their voices faded away. You turned to look at Krel to make sure he was alright, but you were forced to shield your eyes at the sudden blue flash. You blinked it away and finally took in the ‘new’ blue person next to you, and sat there in silence and eye contact for a whole minute. How would you respond to seeing a cute guy you liked suddenly turn into a blue inhuman creature? seriously? you had no clue what to say or do. “L-listen, i know what it looks like- eh- i can explain everything to you- just- dont freak out-“ “Youre beautiful.” Oops. You didnt mean to say that out loud, though you did have a habit of speaking your mind no matter what was the situation. Krel, however, had his face turning into a bright purple. “You- think- beautiful- wait- me? m-my Akiridion form, you think my Akiridion form is- is… beautiful…?” he asked. You inched closer to his face, just a bit, and tilted your head slightly to the side. God, his eyes were amazing.

“Yeah.” you said shamelessly. You eyes wandered over the rest of his body, breaking eye contact and the sudden tension that set into the air around you both. “How does your hair stay up like that?” “Uh- well-“ “Does everyone else on your planet have four arms? is your suit apart of your natural body?” “I- uhm” “How does your body work? How are you glowing?” you began envading Krels personal space and ran your fingers through his hair, feeling a slight electrical ting. You hands wandered down to his torso, feeling his second pair of arms. “How do your insides work? your anatomy, i mean?” You stopped and looked back up into his eyes, noticing that he was frozen in place. Completely and literally. “…Krel…?”

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Krels ideal date would be you and him messing with Akiridion tech and making new gadgets in his work space in the mothership while listening to music.

He would definitely avoid kissing you because of the seven kiss thing, and would leave you with even more questions about how Akiridion bodies worked after he told you about it.

Aja would tease the hell out of him when he first made a slip up and accidentally hinted that he liked you to her. She would also say how she favored you over Krel and would ask him to marry you already so you could be sisters-in-law.

Shows affection through giving you his attention. I dont see him as a physical affection person but he might just give you a random gadget he happened to make from scraps. He puts most of his focus to his inventions, so giving around 30% of that left over attention to you is a big deal.

Definitely goes over the top for valentines day once he learned what is it. Only one day for him to propely show how much he loves you? oh, he’ll make sure that youre never going to forget this day.

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Thats all, im afraid. I apologize for cutting it so short, i wanted to add a few more, but its very late for me and i need a full nights sleep for medical reasons. Thank you.

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Ohhh, how about jealous yandere! Noir from spider verse?? A drabble or hcs are good!

*sips egg cream* I’ve been waiting for this!

An Unknowing Duet (Yandere Spiderman NoirxReader)

           Noir was sitting in the shadows of the bar, sipping his egg cream surreptitiously, something that was quite the task for a man wearing a mask. But if anyone noticed the private detective, Noir didn’t pick up on it. No, he was far too focused on you, tonight’s singer. You performed there every Saturday night, and Noir never missed a single performance. The way your eyes sparked and blazed when you sang, the way you could either coat your voice with honey or make it sound as if it was being ripped from you in pain, he was captivated by it all.

           But something about tonight’s performance was different. Not bad necessarily, just different. Noir first noticed it when you walked onto the bar’s small stage. You had almost seemed nervous, something Noir had never seen in you before. Before each previous performance, you had been so calm, ready to showcase that deepest part of you. And to make the whole thing stranger, there was someone in the bar watching you. Well, Noir supposed that that alone wasn’t too odd, you were performing after all, but he still didn’t like the way that man was staring at you. The stranger wasn’t sitting with anyone, and he wasn’t doing anything else, like reading the paper’s evening addition, as most of the other solo patrons were. No, he was simply watching you perform with an appreciative smile on his face. Throughout the night, Noir’s attention kept being stolen over to the stranger, anxiously waiting for him to leave.

           Some part of him, he supposed, could understand the man’s fascination with you. You were an otherworldly beauty with the voice of a siren, after all. But that didn’t mean anyone else could look at you the way Noir did. The two of you were soul mates, there wasn’t any room for interlopers! The last thing that Noir wanted was someone distracting you from the life you two would build together. True, he had yet to begin that process, but that didn’t mean any common creep had the right to leer at you! Noir’s increasingly frantic thoughts were cut off though, when you suddenly finished your final song of the night. He narrowed his eyes at the stranger, now doubly angry at him for causing him to miss even a single second of your singing. But before he could even decide how he was going to get even with the man, you joined the creep at his table.

           “So, what’d you think?” you asked the man anxiously.

           “That was amazing, (Y/N)! I mean, I’ve heard you sing before, but seeing you perform is something else!” You blushed at his gushing, and Noir tightened his grip on his glass.

           “Thanks for coming tonight.”

           “Of course, I wouldn’t miss this for anything! You said you sing here every Saturday?”

           “Yeah, every Saturday night.”

           “Well then, I might just have to become a regular here,” the man said, taking your hand in his. At that sight, Noir nearly stalked up to the man and punched him in the kisser. Who the hell did this guy think he was? He was worth less than the dirt beneath your feet! But Noir forced himself to stay seated; the last thing he wanted was for you to witness such a display. So instead, he waited for you to go into the back room behind the bar to talk to the owner. Once you were out of sight, he sat down in your empty seat.

           “Uh, hi there,” the man said awkwardly.

           “Do you like your life?” Noir asked.

           “Yeah, um, I guess.”

           “I’m sure you do, a nice-looking, young guy like you,” Noir spat out. “So I doubt that you want to throw it all away.” The guy shifted in his seat.

           “What are getting at?”

           “Oh, nothing,” Noir stated casually, lifting up his coat a bit to expose the gun he carried there. “Just that if you want to keep your nice life, I would suggest staying away from (Y/N). ‘Cause here’s the thing, I’m a private investigator, kid. Which means I know how to get away with things the average criminal doesn’t.”

            Slowly, the man nodded and stood up, walking out of the bar. Noir smirked under his mask, glad to have saved you from that creep. After he had left, he moved back into the shadows, watching you come back to an empty table. You were clearly confused, but shrugged if off and began your journey home. Noir followed behind you, wanting to make sure you got home safe. He didn’t want that creep bothering you again.

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Requests are open!!! Can I get spidernoir yandere hcs?? Thank you!!

Jealous Yandere Noir Spiderman

·Noir can be jealous even at the best of times, so if he sees another person hitting on you or you have a friend he thinks you’re too close with, things will start to get wild

·First, Noir will try the usual stuff: wrapping his arm around your waist, glare at the interloper, maybe kiss you right in front of them

·If that doesn’t work, Noir would be willing to threaten or blackmail the other person to stay away from you, but he’s too cautious to just leave it at that. He’ll break your relationship up at both ends, just to be sure

·So his next move will be to use his experience as a private investigator. He’ll follow the person around with his camera and see if he can find them in any compromising positions. Maybe he’s connected to the mob or maybe they’re already with someone, it doesn’t matter to Noir, so long as it’s something that will scare you off

·If he can’t find anything to use, Noir’s definitely ready to fake some photos. He’s a smart guy, and he’s got connections-he can make it look convincing

·Over time, he’ll make it so you’ll grow to trust only him

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How would the boys react to their crush dying in their arms? and her telling them that “ she was trying too protect them like they have her “.

well that was pain :'D

The boys' reactions to their crush dying in their arms.

WARNING: big, big angst. don't read if you don't want to be upset. could be Bayverse or 2012.

Leo.

• His first instinct was to scream for Donnie.

• "What were you thinking, [y/n]!?" he asked, his voice shaking.

• Kept pressure on your wound as he held you in his arms, but it didn't matter. You were bleeding out.

• You told him that you wanted to protect him, for once.

• "I was supposed to be the one protecting, not you," he choked out. He couldn't contain the cracks in his voice.

• He knew you were dying. So he pressed his forehead to yours, tears raining onto your face.

• Hung his head over you as you exhaled your last breath and wept silently. His arms trembled while his hands gripped your shoulders.

• Remained with your body for a while just sitting there staring at your face, your wound, blaming himself, before the spirit of the blue flame slowly ignited. For the first time, he truly felt vengeful.

Donnie.

• Was on the verge of a panic even when he went into thinking of everything he could possibly do to save your life.

• "I have you, I have you," he stammered. He rejected the idea that he couldn't save you.

• He kneeled down and held you to his plastron.

• When you told him why you did it, he let out a sound of distress. "You can't put yourself in the middle of this, I could have taken it!" he said hurriedly, distracted by trying to figure out what you needed.

• And then he noticed you were beginning to look distant. That your gaze were focused on nothing in particular.

• Cupped your cheeks in his hands as your pulse weakened.

• "[Y/N]? No, stay awake! I just need—I just—!"

• There was nothing he could do.

• The cold realization hit him, and it was the most openly he'd sobbed since he was a child. But behind those tears was the beginnings of a bitterness he'd never felt before.

Raph.

• "[Y/N]! No, no, no, why did you do that?! Are you insane?!"

• Despite sounding angry, his voice cracked and it was the start of his panic-shutdown.

• Everything around him phased out of existence in that moment.

• Was already almost in tears by the time he had you in his arms, but when he realized you were slipping away, they fell.

• Couldn't handle hearing you say that you wanted to protect him.

• "That ain't how this goes…I'm the one that protects you," he said through tears, gently nudging your face to keep you with him.

• Kissed you as you departed.

• Tears streaming down his face, he gently picked you up and planted a sorrowful kiss on your temple before laying you back down, and was filled with black rage.

Mikey.

• Collapsed to the ground with you, hovering over you as he registered what had happened.

• He didn't know exactly what happened until he worriedly ran his hands over you. That's when he found the wound.

• "Oh God," he breathed out, tears already starting to spill.

• Held you almost too tightly as he tried to comfort you, rocking back and forth slightly.

• When he asked you why you took the hit for him, it only made him lose it even more.

• "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered hoarsely, his head buried in your neck. "You're going to be okay...you're going to..."

• But you weren't going to.

• Couldn't find the strength to part with you as you left him. He didn't stop holding your body until Leo told him it was time to go.

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omg first of all i have to say you are my favorite writer!! could i pls have some donnie angst?? maybe like casey tells him about how reader died in the future and he gets really scared and sad and clingy?? feel free to ignore if this is too weird or anything lol. i appreciate you💖

omgosh had so much fun with this oneeeee >:))

literally are you serious "favorite writer"?? shut up get out of here 😭😭😭😭 I'm like. so flattered.

this one is dedicated to you random anon who told me i was your favorite writer I APPRECIATE YOU

okay SO this isn't *exactly* what you requested but it's what came out when I sat down to write, I hope it's okay :') ~enjoy~

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Donatello x female reader ~ tw/cw: um graphic character death, gore, violence, in a flashback. yee

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Casey spins in his chair.

“This is cool,” he hums, happily. “We don’t have… spinny chairs in the future.”

“A shame,” Donnie mumbles. “I’m so sorry.”

He continues soldering.

Casey continues spinning.

“By the way,” Donnie says, half-absentmindedly, “you never did tell me more about my future. I’m extremely curious. You said ‘one of the most brilliant scientific minds ever’?”

Casey giggles. “Yep. I sure did.”

“Tell me more,” Donnie coos. “I’m listening. My beautiful brain can listen and work at the same time.”

Casey smiles at him, and picks at his nails awkwardly.

You’re dead. You died. Heroic, beautiful sacrifice. Dead.

“Everyone uses your tech,” he says. “Well, everyone in the resistance. You worked so hard for hours and hours and hours making weapons, and armor, and gadgets, and… and everyone uses them. Your name is kind of a word, actually. If you call someone a ‘real Donatello’ it means that they’re smart, or crafty, or good with machines.”

Donnie breaks into a devious grin.

“Oh, I like that,” he says. “A ‘real Donatello.’ We’re going to tell my brothers about that.”

He falls silent for a moment, and Casey chews on his nail.

Dead, he thinks again, dead dead dead dead dead

“By the way,” Donnie starts, in a voice that’s so so loud and confident Casey immediately recognizes it as his I-am-very-nervous voice (His Donnie had used this voice often), “um, by the way. Not to try to invade her privacy, or her future. I just want to know. Y/n. How do things turn out with me and Y/n? You see, we’re dating, currently, and I do really like her, but I’m scared. Horrendously scared. (That means very scared. You looked confused, right there. Horrendously scared means very scared.) I’m frightened of her and I’m frightened of her caring about me and I’m frightened of the way I care about her. So, um. I’m wondering. Is it worth it? Does it pay off? Will we… you know, end up together? Old and gray? Or will she leave me? Will I get too annoying for her, or does she stop needing me, or --”

“She loves you.”

Donnie pauses, his soldering iron hovering just above his work. “She does?”

“She does. She loves you.”

Casey hears Donnie let out a small subconscious breath of relief, and he curls his fingers around themselves, and continues.

“Do you… do you want to hear more?” he asks, and Donnie nods slightly.

“You get married,” he says. “You’re together for three years and then you get married. Like you said, afraid of love, right? So you would have taken longer than three years, I bet, except that the world has been overrun by Krang overlords, and she almost dies, and then you ask her to marry you. So then you get married. And you’re very very happy together. All the aunties coo about it, ya know? How perfect you two are.” He smiles softly. “Perfect together.”

Donnie is working at his tech, his fingers shaky, and finally he just sets it down and turns to face Casey, pulling off his protective gloves and flipping up his goggles.

“Married,” he says, dreamily, and his cheeks are flushing red. “So she likes me? She really does? And she stays with me.”

“She stays with you.”

“Oh my GALILEO. OH MY --”

Casey can’t help smiling as he watches his uncle fumbling over his words and fumbling over his own body as he tries to figure out what to do with himself. He finally just tumbles off of his chair and shrieks on the floor, giggling, raising all of his limbs to the sky in celebration.

“We get MARRIED,” he announces to the ceiling, letting himself relax against the floor. “Mr. and Mrs. Hamato. That’s my WIFE. Don’t you touch my WIFE. Get your hands off of my WIFE.”

Casey chuckles slightly.

Dead dead dead dead dead you’re both dead you’re both dead dead dead dead dead

“That’s so awesome,” Donnie hums. “Oh my blueberry cream cheese muffins. I feel… bubbly inside. I… I do like her. Very much. I care for her, so much. And I know she cares for me but it’s still… hard to comprehend. Hard to believe. But she marries me. She marries me.”

She dies in your arms.

“She marries you,” Casey repeats, feeling his muscles start to tense.

You’re dead. You’re both dead. You’re all dead.

Donnie stares at the ceiling, limp and happy.

“Maybe I should tell her the extent of my care for her,” he says, slowly. “Maybe I should let myself open up like that. To her. Starting now. Not waiting for years. Not waiting until I’m ‘ready.’ Just telling her now. I know she’s ready for it now. She is.”

Casey picks at his nails some more, his brain fighting with his heart. Donnie deserves to know, one of them argues, and the other screams back. They’re red-hot and furious, warring inside of his body, silent and fuming and destructive.

“Does… does she seem happy? With me?”

“So happy.”

“And she loves me?”

“So much.”

Donnie rests his hands on his chest.

“Casey?” he says, quietly. “I’m sorry. I know, I know, I know that this is the worst possible thing to ask. But, um, you’re from the end of the world. How… how long does she last?”

Casey shushes both his brain and his heart and lets the tongue take over.

“Why do you assume the end of the world means everyone dies?” he huffs. “I’m still here!”

His brain and his heart start yelling at him again.

Donnie props himself up on his elbows.

“Casey. Please. I want to know. I need to know. I don’t know why, I just… I just do. How much time do I have with her? I need to know.”

“You -- you have a good life with her, okay? Why --”

“So she does die,” Donnie says, quietly. “She dies. How? When? How old is she? What happens?”

“Donnie, I don’t think this is a good --”

“Tell me,” Donnie says. “Please. I won’t tell her. I just… I just want to know how long we’ll have.”

Casey lowers himself off of his own chair, and sits cross-legged on the ground in front of Donnie, who’s already pulled himself up into a sitting position. Donnie stares at his hands and picks at his sleeves and rocks, back and forth.

“I’m ready,” he says.

“Donnie, are you --”

“I’m ready,” he says.

Casey inhales. He’s been wanting to tell him this, anyway. About his death. About all of their deaths. He thinks that Donnie deserves to know. He thinks that they all deserve to know.

“She dies from a Krang infection,” he says. As soon as she saw the biogrowth seeping into her body from the bloody, gory gash left in her thigh, she gasped and screamed your name.

You desperately fumbled in your medkit for the antidote. But you’d run out. You’d used it all in the battle.

You looked up at her. She saw it in your eyes.

Kill me, she begged, grabbing your wrists. Please. Kill me.

You refused, your heart pounding, your hands shaking. You wouldn’t kill her. You wouldn’t kill your wife, the love of your life. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. How could you ever face yourself again?

Donnie, she begged. Please. PLEASE.

You shook your head, and she began to mutate. Tentacles rippling along one of her arms, and she shrieked with pain.

DONNIE, she screamed, DONNIE, PLEASE.

And you plunged your dagger into her heart.

Twisted. Pulled. Stabbed again, and again, and again, until her blood streamed hot and red over your hands and the tentacles stilled.

Donnie, she whispered, her mouth beginning to bleed. Donnie.

And she touched your face with one trembling hand.

I love you, she whispered. I love you, Donnie. I love you.

And you didn’t tell her that you loved her back. It haunts you, it haunts you, it haunts you. But her blood was still painting your hands and the sick was swelling in your throat and you didn’t speak and you felt her heart slow and stop, felt the blood stop running.

You turned and vomited until you could not think.

Donnie stares at him, his eyes big.

“A Krang infection,” he whispers.

“It’s very common,” Casey adds. “Sorry, I know that doesn’t make it better at all, just --”

“What about me?” Donnie asks.

“Oh, that I won’t tell you the specifics of,” Casey says.

“But I do die.”

“Yes.” He tightens his fingers around his knees. “Yes, you do die. After her. You get her for her entire life.”

You died in battle. Fiery sacrifice. You didn’t think twice about rushing into danger, anymore. The resistance still needed you, desperately, but you were drowning too deeply in your own grief to pay attention to anyone but yourself.

You sacrificed yourself, and died. Took out quite a few Krang, and an entire armory, but yourself as well. You were sorely missed by your two remaining brothers, and April, and, of course, me.

Donnie stares at his hands, flexing them, turning them over and over.

“You get so much time together,” Casey offers. Like a man extending a dried chicken bone to a starving dog.

Donnie pounds one fist against the side of the nearest desk.

“Stupid Krang!” he shouts. “Taking her from me! Taking our future from us! This is why we need to stop them. To stop this. To stop any of this. So many people lost their families to the Krang, right?? So many! And we need to stop that! So we can have a normal future! So EVERYONE can have a normal future!” He crosses his arms over his chest and hunches over. “I just… I just want a normal future with her. Three kids, a mansion, summers in Venice, fourteen Nobel prizes, complete acceptance into society as a mutant and hybrid mutant-human family. That’s all I want. Heck, I’d take the suburbs! Just for her! And instead I get a dum-dum Krang future with a dum-dum tragic end to our dum-dum happy marriage! No happily ever afters for Donnie, no siree, and none for Y/n especially. Don’t get too comfortable with her, Donnie, she’s going to die anyway. You’re going to die anyway. Ugh.” And he rests his face on his knees.

“But you’re happy?” Casey tries, desperately. His heart is pounding. He feels so, so useless. And bad. Look at Casey, bad bad harbinger Casey, bringing us prophecies of doom that he’s personally seen fulfilled. Why didn’t he just keep his big fat mouth shut?

Donnie lifts his face to look at Casey. There are tears in his eyes, hot angry tears.

“But we die,” he whispers.

“You die anyways.”

“But we die early.”

“But you’re happy. It’s the end of the world, Donnie, and people are dying all around you, and the Krang have taken over everything, and you’re sleeping in caves and eating rats and you and Y/n are together and you’re happy and you’re a little bit of light in each other’s dark, dark apocalyptic world! Don’t you see?? You’re so happy together!! Without each other, you’re so… so BROKEN! When she died, you were so BROKEN! No light inside! No life inside! And then YOU DIED and it was ALL SO BAD but, see, the times when you were together?? THAT’S what mattered! You being together! You were so happy!! So good together!!”

Donnie’s eyes are big.

“I think I need a moment to myself,” he mumbles, and Casey awkwardly stands up and leaves.

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Need some hobie x reader, well I'll help you solve that problem.

May I request hobie x spider reader but she's a pink spider with a little bit of a bimbo in her. Her and hobie are fighting an enemy something happens and hobie has to save her. When he does she looks at him and goes "my hero" all lovey dovey. Then of course hobie has to respond with how he's not a hero but during his rant reader kisses him. Hope you like ❤️ might send a few more if you don't mind

hobie w his pink gf is gonna do it for me every time. also this isn't really in fic format i hope you don't mind!

hobie brown x fem!reader

✮ you joined the society around the same time hobie did, and right off the bat the two of you hit it off. you quickly became close friends, even though you were complete opposites.

✮ you shamelessly spent a lot of time on your appearance. you were a spider-person after all, so if people's eyes were gonne be on you, you might as well make it worth their while. you had a pretty pink suit, the most beautiful pink design with big chrome covered eyes and finished with finger holes so everyone could see your pretty nails.

✮ hobie would always make fun of it too. he'd grown to calling you names like malibu barbie, because there wasn't a day you weren't wearing pink.

✮ so fast forward a bit the two of you are on a mission to go and capture an anomaly, and things went south fast. it gets a knock or two in with you, and before you know it you're being knocked into a wall, hard. your head is throbbing almost instantly, and your vision's blurry. you could see the anomaly get ready to get another knock in, but just before he manages to hit you, hobie's effectively stopping him. it's the last thing you remember before you close your eyes and fall unconscious.

✮ the next thing yk you're waking up in one of the cold medical facilities at HQ, with one hell of a headache. jess is one of the first people you see, and the first thing you ask her is where hobie is. she tells you that he's at the canteen, that he's been here since you've been bought in.

"Sleeping beauty wakes, everyone," Hobie says to no one in particular as he makes his way into the small room, standing next to the bed. "You alright?" he adds, voice more serious and concerned. "I'm fine," you say. "Although my head is killing me," you added, looking down at your lap, and a whine escapes your mouth when you look down at your hands.

"What?" he asked and you shove your hand in his face. He takes your hand in his, assessing it with a frown. "What?" he asks again. "My nail!" you squeal and he laughs in reply. "Could've been worse, Barbie," he says and you roll your eyes at the nickname. Then an idea hits you; something you know will piss him off.

You squeeze his hand, giving him a smile as sweet and sultry as you could muster up. "Could've been worse, yes," you start, "but atleast you were there to protect me. My hero." And at once you could see the frown forming on his face.

"I'm not a hero," he starts, and you have to stop yourself from laughing. "Because calling yourself a hero makes yourself a self-mythologizing narcissistic..."

And as he's rambling on you notice how he's still squeezing onto your hand, so you flip it over so that the back of his hand is on top and place a small kiss onto the skin. The action stops him in the middle of his spieël and he gives you a suprised look. "Why'd you do that," he asked quietly and you shrug. You usher him closer, and he does so wordlessly.

When he's close enough, you place a big fat kiss right on the apple of his cheek, making a smack sound as you pulled away. At once the lanky man changes to a bright pink hue all over and you smile at the irony of it all. "You're pinker than me, bee," you say with a laugh, and he only gives you an irritated hum, although you know he could never ever stay mad at you.

a/n: don't really like this might rewrite it later.

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── ౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 (𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧)

・⸝⸝ some hobie brown headcanons where you’re the complete opposite of him + not completely proofread

notes. this was inspired by the anon who requested for “polar opposites” (i’m still working on that request TT). i’m a sucker for couples with different aesthetics because it reminds me of hachi and nana hshshddh ♡

you guys share an apartment together, and the contrast between your guy’s decor can be laughable. hobie has crumbled newspaper cutouts and band posters sprawled all over his walls— graffiti to roughen it up even more. while you had a dainty wallpaper with printed flowers, topped with assortments of neatly lined photos of you and hobie taken during your dates.

that’s why the living room in your apartment is completely bare. except for some framed photos of more cute memories and the dried flowers that hobie (stole) bought you on your first date. mostly, the trinkets you both own are scattered around the apartment.

hobie would be pouring cereal into a pink, bunny ceramic bowl. while you drink raspberry tea in a ridged mauve mug with the words ‘fuck capitalism’ written in hobie’s scratchy handwriting. and yes, you did take hobie to a pottery class as a cool date idea (he thought it was a cute idea too).

hobie always wears a copious amount of studded leather belts but also, your plush keychain(s) securely clipped onto his belt loops. hobie loves to show them off whenever he’s out with his bandmates— “ain’t it a lil’ cute? ‘s even got a lil’ blush on ‘s cheeks.” and that doesn’t limit him during his nightly patrols, he would get a few insults about having a ‘stupid toy’ on his belt, to which he would punch the daylights out of them and trap them in a thick layer of web.

you also proudly accessorize your bags with hobie’s handmade keychains. your favorite was a little replica of his guitar and a pink star that “represents you”. but because they are personally made, he would leave song lyrics and flirty comments written in the back of each keychain— marking the date when he gifted it to you.

going shopping with hobie was also lots of fun. there was a nearby boutique that you always shop at; selling exclusively skirts and dresses adorned with frills and bows, and hair accessories that are covered in pearls and ribbon (he honestly sticks out like a sore thumb but he couldn’t care less). hobie helps you pick out stuff, taking clothes off the rack and asking you to try it on. he compliments you every time you show off, giving you a little twirl and whispering a suggestive comment that makes you slap his chest. if you decide that you weren’t particularly fond of the outfit, hobie would go out of his way to put away said clothes back into its rack whilst having a good chat with the shop owners (they love him to bits).

one time, you decided it would be fun to wear some of his stuff. putting on a studded leather choker he left on his bedside table, you walked out with your chin held high and a grin so big. immediately, hobie felt like he combusted five times and went over to graze a hand over your leathered neck— “you’re an absolute looka’ babe.”

whenever you guys are out, he would always keep an eye out for your skirt. not in a weird way, but to make sure it doesn’t show private bits that would entertain creeps that would pass by. that’s why he would subconsciously linger his hand on your hips and he would always let you sit in the subway train, amusingly eyeing down at you drawing whilst he holds onto the upper railing— guarding you with his solid frame.

you’re a real sucker for british dating shows. it wasn’t like you believed in them, but found them heavily entertaining. hobie had always been fond of the things you like, even though they completely contrasted his personal aesthetic and interest. but he cannot, for the life of him, agree with dating shows. as you snuggled into him and share a fluffy blanket— watching the latest season of said dating show, he would cackle as he gives snarky comments at every moment and heavily criticize the whole concept of “making yourself look li’ a knob on the telly” (you sent him to his room afterwards, he apologized the morning after).

MOCHIFILM © 2023. please do not copy, translate, or modify any of my work. all of my works are not permitted to be posted on any other sites.

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Who’s Your Friend? Pt 2

More Hobie x femMorales!reader and more protective Miles

This was really hard to write and I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I hope you guys enjoy it regardless.

Fluff, SFW, written with black!fem reader in mind, 2.1k words (😭)

The next time you see Hobie is at a party on the roof of your building. It was somebody’s birthday or promotion party, you didn’t know which and couldn’t find it in yourself to ask around and find out. If everyone started singing you’d just join in. The evening sun cast a lovely hue amongst everyone as the bass from Benny’s speaker reverberated through the air.

You’re pouring yourself another drink when your mother comes up next to you.

You smiled at her. “Hey, Mami, what’s up?”

She replied with a slight shake of her head as her eyes scanned the crowd. “Hi, baby. Have you seen your brother?”

Briefly, you thought back to the text Miles had sent you over twenty minutes ago, promising to be there soon. You had no idea what was keeping him but you could certainly think of a few things. Things that your parents definitely can’t know about.

So, you settled for, “No, I haven’t. But I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” She patted your arm in thanks before walking off, no doubt to ask others the same question.

As you watched her leave you pulled your phone out, ready to text Miles once more and find out where he was, but the sound of a door opening caught your attention. You turned and spotted your brother, along with three other familiar faces, stepping out onto the floor. Miles caught your eye and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

Miles moved to greet you, but Gwen and Pavitr beat him to it, practically rushing towards you. Eager words spilled from their lips as they came to a stop in front of you, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“It’s nice to see you guys again too,” you said with a smile. They were still chattering away until Miles came forward, slipping in between the two of them.

“Hey, did mom and dad say anything yet?” He asked. You simply shrugged.

“Mom asked where you were not too long ago. Better go see her and let her know you’re here.

What took you so long anyways?”

Miles sighed heavily at the question as he shook his head. “Just some guys tryna rob a bank.” Then, more proudly he added, “I handled it though.”

Gwen cut in, letting out an amused scoff. “You handled it? If it weren’t for me and Hobie—“

Pav chimed in as well. “Don’t forget I’m the one who disarmed them all,” he boasted with a grin.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you watched him and his friends bicker. It made you happy to see him being just Miles for once. Not Spider-Man #2. But your stubborn, little brother.

Hobie, who had been quiet for the majority of the exchange, looked over at you. He moved from behind the others to stand next to you, one of his elbows nudging yours. Your eyes turned up and he smiled down at you, his piercing rising with the curve of his lips.

“Hey,” he said softly. You couldn’t help but smile right back, willing the butterflies in your stomach to calm down.

“Hi,” you replied, equally as soft. You couldn’t deny it, you were smitten. In the short time you had known him, he had left an impression that had left your heart reeling and your affection towards him bordering on puppy love.

You were so smitten, in fact, you had taken to pestering Miles about him.

Every time you asked how Hobie was doing, or when his friends were stopping by again, you were met with the same reaction.

An irritated glare or sigh, followed by your brother grounding out, “He’s fine,” or, “Why do you need to know?” You were genuinely curious, but at some point you also started asking just to see the looks on Miles’ face.

The same Miles who was suddenly grabbing Hobie by the arm and practically dragging him away. He sent a smug look your way while you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Gonna take these guys to meet mom and dad. Don’t worry, we’ll be right back,” he jeered.

Hobie simply looked amused as Miles tugged him away while Pavitr perked up.

“We finally get to meet your parents? Let’s go!” He beamed. Gwen, on the other hand, couldn’t look more uncomfortable with the idea if she tried.

You vaguely remembered your mother calling you about some “white girl your brother had brought home.” Though she told you the girl’s name was “Gwanda” you were beginning to figure that wasn’t the case.

Hobie looked back at you, giving you a small wave as Miles slipped behind him, resorting to pushing the taller boy.

“Walk,” you heard him grumble. You and Hobie both laughed at his antics, but you waved back all the same, watching him disappear into the crowd of people.

By the time Hobie had managed to sneak away from everyone the sky had dimmed, turning a darker shade of blue with every passing hour. Fortunately, the party was still in high spirits.

Which gave the two of you a good enough chance to head underneath the water tower on the far side of the roof.

Miles eyed the two of you from his spot near the tables, the plate of food in his hands forgotten. Pavitr and Gwen were talking about something, but they grew quiet at the lack of Miles’ input. They followed his line of sight and Pavitr let out an amused laugh which was enough to catch Miles’ attention.

“What?” He asked, brows furrowed.

“I should’ve known. Hobie was dying to see her again,” Pav admitted as Miles let out a shocked “what?”

Gwen smacked Pav’s shoulder, but even she was grinning. “I wouldn’t stress over it, Miles. At least they look cute together,” she added, a playful lilt to her voice.

Miles shook his head, setting his plate down as he waved a hand dismissively. “Okay, not having this conversation right now. Or ever.” He huffed, already wracking his brain at the thought of Hobie dying to see you again.

You carefully twirled Hobie’s watch in your hands, rubbing your thumb alongside it. He leaned casually against the railing beside you, back against it as he looked out across the ongoing party.

“So, this watch lets you go anywhere you want? Anywhere at all?” You asked, glancing up at him. He nodded, turning his gaze towards you.

“Yeah. Also helps stop that glitching mess.” At your look of confusion he added, “It’s what happens to our bodies whenever we’re in a dimension that isn’t ours. It sucks, by the way. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

You let out an amused huff, lips parting as you mumbled a quiet “ah.” You straightened up and handed the device back to him, your fingers brushing together gently.

He strapped it to his wrist, dark eyes sliding back over to you. He looked thoughtful for a moment, before his lips turned up into a small smirk. “Lets us go anywhere at any time too.”

You smiled, mirroring his stance as you leaned against the railing as well. You had a feeling where this was going, but you just wanted to make sure. “Any time, huh? So you just come and go whenever?”

“Oh, yeah. I get to do whatever I want. Go wherever I want.” He paused before saying, “See whoever I want.

You hummed, feeling your heart stutter from the way he was looking at you. “Now that sounds nice.”

Hobie’s grin only widened as he nodded with a slight shrug. He shifted a bit closer, almost imperceptibly so. “It’s real nice. All that matters is what you do with it.”

“So…if there was someone who wanted to keep seeing you,” you leaned in a bit closer as well, an invisible force practically pulling you towards him, “You could make it happen?”

Hobie nodded, eyes and smile softening. “All they’d have to do is say the word.”

Your own smile turned sheepish as you tapped your fingers nervously against your thigh. “Well…”

You stopped once you noticed Hobie’s back straighten, a crease forming in his brow as he leaned away suddenly. Not even a second later your mom was popping into view and you groaned, already having a bad feeling.

“Hi! Just wanted to come and see how things were going. Making sure you guys are all good up here,” your mother said warmly, swinging a leg over the railing. Your father was right behind her, grunting as he pulled himself upward. Hobie moved to stand on your other side, watching the scene play out almost amusedly.

“Mrs Morales,” he said coolly. His eyes turned to your father, who raised an expectant brow at the punk beside you once their eyes met.

Hobie’s jaw clenched, as if he was having some sort of internal battle with himself. After a moment of a stare down that felt far too tense, his eyes darted over to you briefly before he looked away and muttered out, “Mr. Morales,” almost begrudgingly so.

Your father let out a humph, bumping his shoulder against your moms. “Oh, look at that, hon, he got it right this time. But yeah we, uh, noticed you guys weren’t with the group so we wanted to see what that was all about.”

You reached out and gently grabbed Hobie’s arm, trying to ignore the lithe muscle you felt under your palm. “We were just about to head back down, actually.”

“Oh good. Good,” your father nodded while your mom let out an “ah,” her eyes darting down to where your hands held onto Hobie. “Well, don’t let us hold you up. Me and your mom might be turning in soon, anyways. Got a busy day tomorrow, y’know, being a cop and all,” he stated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes while Hobie merely raised an unimpressed brow.

“Mhm. Got it,” you mumbled, already moving past him. You pretended not to see the humored look on your mother’s face as the two of you descended down from the water tower.

Once your feet touched the roof you led Hobie further into the crowd, throwing a glance behind you as you let out a sigh. Above you, you heard a low chuckle.

You couldn’t help but join him, lips parting into a grin. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”

He shrugged, eyes alight with mirth. “Little bit.” The two of you came up to the tables before stopping. You quickly remembered you were still holding to his arm and retracted your hands, settling for folding your arms over your chest.

Hobie tilted his head and eyed you as you tapped your fingers against your elbow. “I’m sorry about him. He can just be a little…overprotective. Even though I’m eighteen and, unlike Miles, actually an adult,” you muttered.

Hobie smirked and shook his head slightly. “It’s fine. It’s good they look out for you like that. But, listen, about earlier,” he paused, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. You realized it was your first time seeing him genuinely nervous, albeit just a little bit.

“It’s just…I wanna see you again. And, tell me if I got this wrong, you wanna see me again too.” At your small nod he continued. “Well, there’s a band I like playing a show soon in my dimension. Figured I could sneak us in the venue, we’d watch ‘em together? It’d be a loft view. Can’t get it nowhere else.”

You smiled, your brightest one of the night, as those butterflies in your gut came back at full force. You shrugged, pretending to consider it.

“I don’t know. A trip to a new dimension and…a date?” When Hobie matched your smile with one of his own you were sold. You had been from the beginning. “I think that sounds perfect.”

“Cool,” he uttered. “I’ll get you a day pass, you break the news to that brother of yours—”

“Oh, don’t remind me,” you groaned and he laughed, picking up a nearby drink.

“And I’ll pick you up when the time’s right,” he concluded. You dipped your head in agreement, already feeling anticipation building within you.

“I’d like that,” you affirmed softly. Hobie’s smirk disappeared behind the can as he rose it to his lips, but his eyes never left yours.

That was until Miles practically popped up between you two, his eyes bouncing back and forth. Pav and Gwen were right on his heels, seeming eager about something as they also eyed you both. He shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Hey, guys. Everything okay?” He asked, trying to appear nonchalant despite his wary tone.

Hobie nodded, his gaze falling back on you. His lips curled upward and you had to bite back a grin of your own.

“Yeah. Everything’s great, bro.”

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Who’s Your Friend?

In which Miles’ sister meets a certain punk. And keeps meeting him….Much to her little brother’s dismay.

Ft: The Arachnakids, femMorales!reader,

Fluff, use of Y/N, sfw, written with a black reader in mind(reader is 18, Hobie is 19), 1.8k words, most likely gonna make a part 2

Your brother was Spider-Man.

That was an indisputable fact that had been bared to you over a year ago, not long after you had gotten the call that your uncle had died. Miles had been gone for hours, but when he finally came home he had hugged you so tight you thought your ribs were going to crack. He had practically broken down in your arms, chest heaving as he told you everything.

You knew how much Aaron had meant to him—he was Miles’ biggest confidant. And after losing that confidant, he decided to place his trust in you, another person who took up most of his heart. So, you decided to honor that trust by not breathing a word to your parents about what he had told you.

In the year following everything that happened, you and your brother had grown quite closer, what with him not having to hide such a huge part of himself around you. Though you were away at college for the most part, that never stopped Miles from updating you about the latest things he got up to as Spider-Man. Almost everyday he was calling or texting you about whatever villain he had come across.

All in all, you were quite used to Brooklyn’s more…interesting sights. Whether it be a gang of thugs trying to rob a jewelry store, a reptilian beast crawling up the side of a building being posted all over the news, or a guy whose wingspan was mechanically stretched way too far, you had felt like you’d seen it all.

Even now, you were hardly fazed to see your little brother crawling in through the living room window. You watched him casually, the pencil in your hand coming to a stop as he dropped to the floor, unaware of your presence as he slipped off his mask. He let out a small sigh, glancing around as if to check if the coast was clear.

You were back home for the week, spring break seeing to it that you got some much needed time with your family. Miles was well aware of this, along with the chance of your parents being at the house in the middle of the day was slim to none. Still, he could at least try to be subtle.

“Miles,” you finally said, biting back a grin as your brother shrieked and nearly jumped out of his skin. He whipped around, mask gripped in one of the fists he raised instinctively in front of him before realizing it was just you. He heaved out a sigh of relief as he lowered his hands.

“Y/n,” he groaned. “What are you doing here?”

You raised an unamused brow at him and gestured at the papers sprawled around you on the kitchen island. Though you were technically on break, your professor had seen to it that a project was to be completed before you returned.

Miles took one look at the mess before nodding in understanding. “Right,” he mumbled. “You’re not too busy, though, right? ‘Cause I gotta—”

“Miles!” A voice called from outside the window. Miles winced while you perked up. Someone dropped down from the roof, clad in a suit like your brother’s except hers was black and white with its own twist to it. The colors upon it were so delicate it was if you were looking at a pastel painting. Her face was covered but you could still see the shock in the eyes of her mask (how that was possible you didn’t know) when she caught sight of you. “Oh, I um, is this-”

“Yeah, this is—" Miles started nervously, only to be cut off by another, more accented voice:

“Miles you okay?” Another person, presumably another spider-person appeared, ducking his head down enough so that he could see into the apartment. “We heard a very girlish scream.”

That pulled a laugh out of you, one that earned you a glare from your brother. You could’ve swore you even heard a snicker from the girl. The new face practically bounded into the room, his bright, intricate suit causing you to let out a small hum of appreciation at the amount of detail. You locked eyes and he tilted his head curiously, but still waved politely. You smiled and returned the gesture to which he seemed pleased at.

“I’m fine, guys. It’s just my—” No voice came this time, rather a thud as someone dropped unceremoniously against the windowsill. Your brows furrowed as he climbed in as well, practically towering over the two standing beside him. His appearance was certainly…something. It was flashy, as if he had stepped right off of a newspaper clipping. Or at least that’s how it was until he…shifted colors? He turned pinkish as his hands moved to rest within his pockets, letting you take notice of the guitar slung around him. Not to mention his clothes, with their various patches, rips, and tears screamed ‘punk.’

Like the shorter boy next to him he tipped his head to the side once he spotted you. “Who’s—”

“I could tell you guys if you’d stop interrupting me,” Miles huffed. The guy grew quiet, removing his hands from his pocket to raise them in a placating manner. Miles gestured towards you before saying, “This is Y/n. She’s my sister. And she knows all about the whole…secret identity thing so don’t worry about—"

“Y/n! I’ve heard so much about you!” The girl cried, suddenly invigorated by Miles’ admission, she slipped her hood off and yanked off her mask. “I had a feeling but I wanted to be sure.” You blinked in surprise, recognizing the girl underneath.

“Gwen. I’ve…heard a lot about you too.” You’d certainly seen enough drawings. You cast your brother a knowing glance, which he quickly averted his eyes from.

A loud gasp escaped the shorter male and he too was taking off his mask. He seemed young, around the same age as Miles as he beamed at you.

“You have a sister? How is this just coming up now? It’s so nice to meet you!” He spoke very rapidly, obviously eager to breach the subject. He placed a hand on his chest, dipping his head at you in proper greeting. “My name is Pavitr Prabhakar. But, call me Pav, all my friends do.”

You smiled appreciatively and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you too, Pav.” That only garnered an even brighter smile from him; one that you were afraid would blind you if he got any happier.

The tallest one of them all, and the one who had yet to say anything at the newfound information, scratched at the back of his neck. He looked between you and Miles before letting his hand drop down to his side.

“Well that’s a bloody shock,” he muttered, his British accent causing your head to tilt curiously before he was taking his mask off as well.

You felt yourself physically pause as his face came into view and you hoped you didn’t look as starstruck as you felt.

As his color shifted to something more natural, his dark locs that seemed to come from some inexplicable space were enough to throw you for a loop. He seemed slightly older than the others, closer to your age if anything. On top of that he was…strikingly handsome. With dark skin and lidded, dim grey eyes that were accentuated by the silver piercings present on his face, he had left you stunned.

His nose scrunched briefly as he gave a quick shake of his hair. Once his eyes landed back on you he raised a brow and you reminded yourself to blink. He didn’t point out your blatant staring, but the slight curve to his full lips as he introduced himself was enough for you to internally chastise yourself.

“Name’s Hobie,” he said simply. You nodded but couldn’t help but frown thoughtfully.

“Hobie?” You parroted.

Gwen cut in for him, looking quite amused. “Hobart actually. He just prefers—”

“Hobie,” he concluded. Then, more sarcastically he said, “Thanks though, Gwendy.” She smirked, seeming pleased with herself.

“Got it,” you said softly. You sat up a bit straighter and offered up a smile. “Still, it’s nice to meet you. All of you.”

His gaze rested on you in a way that made you feel almost shy. His lips curled back up into a causal smirk as he nodded.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he replied and you could practically feel your dignity slipping away.

Miles, who had grown quiet as he let the others properly meet you, looked between you and Hobie, his brows furrowed in a way similar to yours as he watched the two of you interact. Whatever he saw was enough to cause him to clear his throat loudly.

“Well, uh, hate to rush, sis, but I just needed to grab some more cartridges.” You turned to look at him but he was already gone, scrounging around quickly for some extra webs. Not even a minute later, he was back in the living room, smiling almost sheepishly. “Got ‘em. Guess we’d better get going.”

Pavitr and Gwen were quick to voice their objections, but Miles paid them no mind. His eyes focused on Hobie, who had yet to look away from you. His gaze showed genuine interest, and the way you were matching said gaze with one of your own told Miles he needed to wrap this up quickly. Gwen followed his line of sight and, after the two of them locked eyes, she gave an understanding nod before heading towards the window.

“Yeah, better get back to it,” she said dismissively, a small grin on her face. “Pav, come on,” she hissed to the shorter boy who let out a disappointed groan.

“Fine. Bye, Y/n! Let’s talk more next time!” With that, he pulled his mask down and leapt out the window before swinging out of sight.

“Agreed. I’ve got so much I want to ask you. Next time though.” Gwen smiled warmly at you as she leaned out the window.

Hobie backed up slowly, head tilted almost playfully. “I’ll see you next time, yeah?”

You felt your heart flutter unfairly and breathed out a soft, “Yeah.” He perked up at that, but was suddenly yanked back by a web Gwen had latched on to his shoulder.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he grumbled and then they both were gone. Miles followed after them, but stopped once he got to the window. He paused and looked back at you, a disapproving frown on his face.

You rolled your eyes even though your lips quirked up into a grin. “What?” You asked.

He was quiet for a second before saying, “Wipe that look off your face.”

You laughed and called after him, “What look?” just as he jumped through the window. You smiled softly to yourself as you looked back down at your work, mind and heart whirling.