#AND THEN GWEN LIKE IMMEDIATELY SOFTENS UP

[mangoyakult]

a gift out the kindness of his heart

[theflowerrooms]

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Running Red

Miguel O’Hara x spider-person!reader (gender neutral)

Summary; Miguel was a fair leader and a fair lover, never did he blend the two titles, never had he taken his anger from work on you, until now.

wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, arguing, Miguel is a bit aggressive, insults, hurt/comfort, very slight ATSV spoilers

Miguel had three different modes. The silent, brooding kind, seemingly displeased at all moments. That was his default mode, the one most everyone saw, the one most often associated with his name. And then there was his stressed mode, where he would rant, and rant. A loud string of blurred Spanglish that was intelligible to anyone but himself as he paced back and forth anxiously. That wasn’t seen by too many, mostly yourself, Jess and sometimes Peter. Finally, there was the gentle touches that would lead to more, soft smiles and sweet words. Intimate kisses, goosebumps, and whispered ‘I love you’s’. That was reserved for you

This was new, whatever this was. Silent for a while, and then loud venting, eyes glowing scarlet, slight lisping because he was so angry he couldn’t retract his fangs. It wasn’t like you didn’t understand, he was carrying the entire world on his shoulders. But then again, that wasn’t something you could ever fully understand. You’d been by Miguel’s side for nearly all of it, but you’d never been in his place.

“Miguel, baby, please try to calm down-” “No!” He snapped loudly, cutting you off faster than you could process it. That only made it worse. Miguel was a pessimist, and you were a mediator. You’d defended Gwen- and Miles, every chance you could. You didn’t think they were entirely in the wrong.

You reached a hand out to him and he only jerked away from it, that felt like a blow to the chest. He was acting like you were against him, like you were the opposing force and you weren’t, it was stressing you out.

You sighed and chewed your lip. “None of this is Gwen’s fault, you know this.” You pulled your arms closer to body, making yourself seem smaller, but still not backing down from the conversation-turned-argument.

He dragged a palm down his face and turned slightly to look away from you. “I was an idiot. I took a chance on her. I was an idiot for taking a chance on her.” He growled, fingers twitching at his sides.

“You took a chance on all of us- You took a chance on me-” your voice shook slightly and he cut you off quickly. “I wouldn’t have if I’d known you would turn out like this, so stupid.” He spat, voice laced with venom and resentment.

Your arms dropped to your sides and your lip wobbled. You wanted to yell and fight, you wanted to be angry. But you were only sad, hurt, more insecure than you’d ever been in front of Miguel.

The features of his face, aged with stress, softened just slightly, his tense shoulders sloped as he realized what he’d said, how it affected you.

The image of your partner in front of you blurred as your eyes welled with tears. He had yet to say anything else and you weren’t going to stand there and wait, so you turned on your heel. You wouldn’t let him see you cry.

He watched you walk away and you could feel his eyes on your back. Part of you was grateful he didn’t put up a fight against you walking away but a bigger part of you wished he’d apologized immediately, or begged you to stay there with him and explain that he didn’t really think you’re stupid. He watched you walk away instead. Did he really think you were stupid?

✽-

You had no interest in staying in his universe, and your own universe wasn’t quite an option. That’s how you found yourself sitting on the floor of Mayday’s nursery in Peter’s world. She squished her little head against yours, wild hair tickling your cheeks which were soft from crying. ‘Baby-love. Cures all types of sad.’ Peter had said. You had to admit he wasn’t all that wrong.

“Do you feel like talkin’ yet? Or…” Peter offered, leaning against the doorframe with two cups of coffee in his hands.

You smiled weakly. “Thank you for letting me borrow your baby.” You squeezed Mayday in a gentle hug. He took it as permission to hand you a coffee and sit on the floor with you, which you were entirely fine with.

It was quiet for a bit. You sipped your coffee and pulled your knees to your chest as Peter’s baby clumsily made her way over to him. He stared at you, his eyes kind and inviting. “Peter we’ve known each other for a good while, worked together a ton. Have you ever thought of me as stupid?” Your voice wavered toward the end of the question.

Peter tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Of course not. Why would you even ask that? It’s been an honour to fight alongside you. You’re so intelligent, you’re a wonderful teammate and a wonderful person. You’re far from stupid. I mean- Obviously. Miguel wouldn’t give you that much responsibility if he thought you were stupid.” He laughed softly, but the mood shifted and his demanour had entirely changed. He must've sense of change in your expression when he said Miguel's name. "Did Miguel say something to make you think that? Did he call you stupid?" He looked mad, and although it rose your anxiety, you knew none of it was directed at you.

“He said he wouldn’t have taken a chance on me if he’d known I turned out this way. ‘So stupid’ he said. I’m not sure if he meant taking a chance on me was stupid or I’m stupid but-”

“Either way.” Peter cut you off, finishing your sentence. He shook his head. “He shouldn’t have said that, Miguel doesn’t think you’re stupid.” He scoffed and you only shrugged. “Don’t let what he said make you think that. He doesn’t think you’re stupid- and even if he does, you aren’t. Understand?” He rose his eyebrows and you nodded with a sympathetic smile. While you loved Peter, and valued his opinion, you weren’t worried about what he thought right now. Miguel’s words were replaying in your head.

‘I wouldn’t have if I’d known you would turn out like this, so stupid.’

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

✽-

You’d spend the night at Peter and MJ’s that night, in their world. Alone in their guest bed rather than wrapped safely in Miguel’s arms like you were used to.

You were mostly over it now, having gone over everything in your head again and again, with each word Miguel said repeating in your mind. You’d mentally given him a million excuses, just desperate to be over it so you could forgive him and then everything would be fine.

Of course you had yet to forgive him, and nothing was fine. You weren’t sure if you could sleep in a bed so cold and lonely.

“Amor?” Miguel’s voice startled you and you scrambled, sitting up in the bed. You hadn’t heard or sensed him anywhere nearby. Did Peter let him in? “Can we talk? Please?” He spoke monotone, straight faced. This was the cold, emotionless Miguel that others were used to seeing. For a moment you worried he was still angry with you, that this front was to hide emotions he was feeling because he was about to break up with you- for being so stupid. Though, would he have addressed you that way if that was the case?

You nodded and chewed your lip. “We can talk.” You wanted to return the straight, monotone voice he'd given you, but you stumbled over your words. You wondered if your eyes were still puffy from crying- and that's when you noticed his were too. He’d clearly been crying. You’d never seen Miguel cry before, you were witnessing entirely new parts of him today.

He sat on the side of the bed and rested a large palm on your shin through the blanket. “I am so- I shouldn’t have- I’m so sorry. I do not think you’re stupid.” He kept eye contact with you. It was important to him that you understood how serious this was to him. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m so grateful to have you by my side- and I- you’re not stupid-”

“Miguel- I’m not mad at you, you have so much on your plate, it’s okay-”

“It is not. I should not have said that to you- I didn’t mean to say it like that. I don’t think you’re stupid, I think I have been stupid, I could have prevented all this and I didn’t.” His voice shook. He was showing you insecurity and vulnerability; two things he’d made you feel already. You appreciated what he was doing for you right now and you understood how hard it was for Miguel to give himself to you like this.

You moved to your knees and took his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over the worry lines between his eyebrows. “It’s not your job to save the world Miguel. I think it’s incredible that you’ve made it your job, but still it doesn’t have to be. You haven’t done anything wrong, and you haven’t been stupid.” You pouted slightly and let him kiss the pout off of you. One kiss releasing all the tension and stress from you both.

You rested your forehead against his and then two of you stayed like that for a while; breathing each other in, basking in the closeness. “You really don’t think I’m stupid?” You asked, the corner of your mouth quirking up into a smirk.

“No, no, lo siento carino, lo siento- te amo, mucho mucho mucho-” He rambled in a tone similar to baby-talk, peppering kisses all over your face until you were giggling and pushing his big head away.

“Te amo! I love you too!” You laughed, leaning against him. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” You still had a soft smile on your face, but you were being serious and he knew.

A kiss to the top of your head “Never.” He replied. You hummed, head against his chest and palm against his lean torso.

“Good. Because if you do, I’ll turn evil and start causing problems by tearing holes in all kinds of universes. And Jess and Peter won’t help you stop me because they think I’m cooler than you.” You joked and he fake laughed.

Gently, with faux annoyance, he pushed you away from him. “Is there anything I can do now to persuade you not to do that in the future?” He inquired, leaning toward you.

“Hold me?”

You weren’t doomed to sleep in the cold, desolate bed all on your own anymore. Gifted with Miguel’s arm thrown over your body and holding you tightly, he pressed his nose lightly into your hair and his heart beating against your back. You hoped Peter wouldn’t mind Miguel having a surprise sleepover.

He didn’t mind at all.

[hobiebrownismygod]

(today is a day for ideas, good Jesus)

This is like my third ask today but I have so many ideas and I have to write them down or I'll forget. Sorry you have to face the blunt of it. This request is kinda sad, that's also my fault

Hobie Brown x reader but where reader had a crush on him but Hobie never seemed to notice but after she gets fed up with it and moves on. After she does this she's much more natural and sure of herself because she's not trying to impress him anymore, that's when he starts to fall for her too.

Please tell me someone else can even slightly see this vision

Thank you, take as long as you need

And I hope you a happy time

I'm gonna turn this request into a two-part fic because I don't think I'll be able to get the whole plot into one lol 😭 thank you for requesting!!

Forgotten Girl Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader Part 1/2

Synopsis: You got tired of running after someone who wasn't interested, so you stopped...only for him to gain interest right afterwards.

WC: <;1k

TW: unedited, somewhat angst/pining, femreader

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He never noticed you. No matter how many times you made eye contact with him, waved at him, batted your eyes at him, put your hand on his shoulder, giggled at one of his stupid jokes, he never ever seemed to realize you were there.

Of course...he noticed you...but he didn't notice you. His head never turned when you walked into the room, he never looked at you longer than he had to, and worst of all, he called you his mate.

The most platonic term you could call someone.

Mate.

Never darling, never love, never sweetheart.

Mate.

"Oi, whatcha doin' there mate?"

You snapped your head to the side to see none other than Hobie Brown, looking over your shoulder with a slight smile on his face, squinting to read the words on the page of the book you were reading.

You flinched forward slightly, not having expected him, before giving him an awkward smile. "Just reading. You?"

"Just watching you." he replied with a friendly grin before glancing back towards where he'd come from. "You haven't seen Gwendy or Pav around anywhere, have you?"

Your expression deflated. "I think I saw Gwen walk past a couple minutes ago. She was heading towards Miguel's room." You said softly, looking back down at your book and crossing your legs together, trying to bite back the waver appearing in your voice.

"Mmm." he nodded, looking back over his shoulder at you. "You here all by y'self?"

"Yep. All by myself." You said as you cleared your throat. His expression softened slightly and he walked back over towards you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his vest. "You alright?"

"Fine. Why do you ask?" You tried to avoid his eyes, keeping your head buried in your book.

"I just-" He hesitated, "I don't think I've ever talked to you alone before. You're acting a bit...shy."

"I'm not shy." You mumbled, glaring back up at him. "Of course not." He replied, shooting you a sly grin. "Can't blame me for wondering though. You barely say a word to me, so I can't read y'like I can all the others."

"I talk to you often."

"Really?"

"I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?"

He chuckled deeply, looking down and shaking his head for a moment. "Cheeky." You felt your face heat up and you immediately looked back down, clearing your throat. "Hobie?"

"Yeah?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at you playfully.

"You ever thought about being in a relationship?" You asked awkwardly.

"Wot?" He blinked, a smile spreading across his face. "Where'd that come from?"

You clasped your hands together with an embarrassed expression, staring straight at the ground. "I dunno. Just did."

"Well...I s'pose. I never really thought about it. I don't think anyone'd have me to be honest." He laughed. "What about you, mate?"

"I'm sure someone'd take you." You replied, ignoring how he shot your question back at you. "I mean, look at you." You immediately swallowed, looking back down as the weight of your words suddenly collapsed onto your shoulders.

He didn't seem to notice, simply laughing and nodding. "I am a bit of a looker, aren't I?" He teased, standing up straight. "It's all part of the Spider-punk charm." he winked.

"I agree." you smiled gently, looking up at him. You were being fairly obvious at this point, but he still didn't seem to be taking the hint.

That was how it'd always been. It was like he couldn't dream of being with you. He never seemed to notice your badly-disguised glances and awkward giggles. The way you'd adjust your suit when he walked by, looking down at the ground when he was in front of you and almost always refusing to make eye contact.

It was so obvious and still wouldn't realize.

In fact, the conversation was beginning to get tiring. The two of you simply continued, with your attempts at flirting quickly being shut down by how normal he was being.

"I think you'd make a great partner." You'd say, giving him a crystal clear smile, only to be met with a, "Oh definitely. Whoever I end up with is gonna be lucky."

The conversation would continue on...

"Very lucky. I'd kill to be in their position."

"Ha! You're a funny one, mate."

There was nothing you could do in response besides nod and smile, silently begging for some sort of escape. It was so embarrassing that you just couldn't handle it anymore.

And this happened every damn time.

Honestly...was there even a point anymore? It was starting to look like he'd never catch your drift.

Maybe he knew. Maybe he just didn't like you that way.

Yes, that was probably it. There's no way a normal person wouldn't be able to take a hint so obvious...he just wasn't interested.

Sad. But understandable.

"Weren't you looking for Gwen and Pav?" You said quickly, interrupting him. He raised a brow slightly, his expression lighting up. "Oh, right! I'll go find them then. See you around, mate."

He tipped his head towards you and gave you a smile. You returned it, your expression immediately dropping the moment he turned away. You watched his lanky figure leave, releasing your breath in a long deep sigh.

There was no point.

It just...wasn't meant to be.

He didn't notice you.

And he never would.

[soft--dragon]

Crashing For The Night

Whoop whoop first Spiderverse fic!! :D This is set in an alternate or future universe where all the spider people can freely jump dimensions to see people they know and everything is chill.

(The last spider-verse movie gave me the big sad and I'm hoping the third one gives us an ending where the spiders can see each other whenever they want)

ALL PLATONIC, PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Word Count: 2,225

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

“Oi bruv, tip for being quiet? Stop tramping around like a cobbler up there, you’re gonna put scuff marks on me ceiling.”

Hobie turned his head fractionally to side-eye the roof of his London apartment, and as he expected, a familiar black and red spider suit rippled into sight. A loud sigh was released from the intruder.  

“Thought I was getting better at this,” Miles muttered bitterly. 

“Gotta be slicker than that to catch me off guard, mate,” Hobie smirked and turned to lean against his desk, waving a hand to the boy. “Now get off the bloody roof, would ya?”

Miles sighed again and let his feet detach from the wooden planks, leaving a hand to suspend him over the floor before dropping lightly onto the thick carpet. “Um… sorry for sneaking in.”

“Aye, I’m not miffed about it, Gwendy’s done it enough for me to be used to spiders creeping in at random times.”

Hobie hefted himself off of the desk and approached the smaller teen, taking stock of his heavy undereye bags and wilted posture. With a long eye roll, he slung a gangly arm around Miles’s shoulders and pressed him against his side, feeling the boy melt against him and drop most of his weight against the taller Spiderman. 

Hobie frowned deeper in concern. “You alright, mate?” He asked, his thick, British accent softened for the kid he was embracing gently. It felt like one squeeze too hard would shatter the poor spiderling. 

The muted traffic honking outside Hobie’s window filled the quiet his query left behind - Miles oddly silent in Hobie’s one-armed hug and head heavy on the taller teen’s shoulder. Hobie let the lack of reply hang for a moment before gently tugging Miles over to the blanket-laden couch. He flopped down, dragging Miles onto the cushions with him, and propped his boot up onto the coffee table. 

“C’mon mate, you look utterly zonked. What happened?” 

Miles huffed softly, his lips twitching at Hobie’s odd slang. However, his brief glint of amusement died as quickly as it had arrived. He messed with his fingernails, trying to focus on something else besides the tight ball of anxiety that had been rolling in his gut for the better part of the last hour.

“Just…, my parents again.” His voice lacked its usual spark, something Hobie caught onto immediately and hummed.

“ ‘Nother spat, huh?”

Miles groaned and dragged his hands over his face, staring at the wood ceiling and noticing a slight scuff mark his Jordans undoubtedly made. He hoped Hobie didn’t see them too. “They’re being a bit too much lately- and I know they’re just looking out for me, I know that, but they’re always- they just- ughh.” 

Miles pulled away from the taller boy to lean his elbows on his knees and bury his eyes into his palms, exhaling heavily. Hobie just rubbed his back and waited patiently. He’d been faced with this kind of behavior before - after all, you didn’t make friends with Gwen Stacey and not have a fair share of emotionally overwhelmed moments. A moment or two passed, and then Miles lifted his face from his hands to interlock his fingers in front of his chin, using his thumbs to balance his jaw.

“...They’re always trying to control my life in some way or another. I feel… I don’t know, suffocated? I- ugh, god, that sounds harsh- I’m happy they’re there, obviously. I just can’t handle it twenty-four-seven. You know?” 

Hobie nodded at the end of Miles's speedy rambles, patting his back gently. "Hover parenting, huh? Sounds like a damn nightmare." 

Miles grumbled and flopped back onto the couch, crossing his arms tightly. "Yeah… I’m just worried that if I tell them to back off they'll be offended and ground me." 

"Just like the government," Hobie clicked his tongue, "always trying to make the people do what they want and punishing the lot of them when they rebel" 

Miles huffed a small laugh and turned his head to look up at Hobie in fond amusement. "You're genuinely comparing my parents' helicopter parenting to government control?" 

Hobie shrugged. "My brand, innit? I see an opportunity, I'll take it." 

"Jeez man," Miles chuckled, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. 

"Oi, don't diss my mannerisms mate, besides, it made you laugh didn't it?" 

Miles rolled his eyes and balanced his cheek on his fist, smirking up at the taller boy under a dry, half-lidded stare. "Sure." 

The punk-coded Spiderman frowned, leaning forward into the younger boy's space. "You being sarcastic with me?" 

"Wha- me? Me? No, I would never." Hobie was elated to see Miles grinning as he spoke, holding his hands up in surrender. 

As Hobie glared playfully at him, he saw past Miles's undereye bags and exhausted frame - noticing the spark in his eyes was starting to return. Hmm, good. It was time to make it come back entirely. Hobie didn’t like seeing his little brother so low. ‘Annoying, yet well-meaning Big Brother’ was gonna have to come out and play now. 

Never none to delay an opportunity to make Miles's mood improve, Hobie straightened his posture to prepare for his future scheme. “I don’t like liars, Morales,” he said, snatching the boy into his arms in a quick movement, one arm wrapped around Miles’ torso while the free hand scrubbed ruthlessly over his mop of thick curls. “And my spider senses tell me ya fibbin’.” 

“Ack- Hobie!” Miles's choked outcry was quickly swallowed up by his peals of laughter, Hobie’s knuckles having jumped from his hair to dig into his ribcage. “Nohoho! Nohohot thahahat!”

The boy immediately tried to wrench himself away from the British Spiderman, his legs flying out and catching the coffee table, causing it to rattle loudly. 

Hobie let out a bemused breath, flipping Miles onto his back and leering down at him with a playful glare. “Oh, so you first scuffed up my ceiling and now you’re damaging my furniture? That’s not on, little spiderling.”

Miles's shoulders bounced with his bright cackles, folding into himself as nimble fingers fluttered across his sides and abdomen quickly, light as air and shifting too fast for him to figure out a way to fight back. 

Desperate to weasel himself out of the unexpected attack he gasped out, “I-ihihihi- I dihihidn’t schuhuhuff yohour ceilihihing!” It felt like a flimsy rebuttal even to him. Hobie clearly thought so too when he scoffed with an amused grin. 

“I have eyes, you bellend, I can see the marks clear as day. And you know what you’ve just done? You lied again. Seriously, who taught you to be such a delinquent?” 

Oh man, Miles was gonna regret answering that, but the opportunity was right there. Summoning the same courage he used when facing down Miguel, he shot back, “Yohou dihihid!” 

Hobie paused in his mischievous actions, looking down at Miles who was doing his best to sink into the older boy’s legs and hopefully disappear from existence. He was watching closely as Hobie absorbed that answer, nervous giggles sputtering out of him the longer the silence dragged out - both from the anticipation and the aftermath of the sudden tickle attack. Then, finally, Hobie grinned, ominous yet proud at the same time. 

“Damn right I did,” he said after a moment, then the other shoe dropped. “Now, I gotta show you what happens to delinquents who don’t know when to run when they’ve been given a chance to escape.”

The reply made Miles balk, a delayed folly of a getaway ruined when Hobie latched onto his upper rib cage and dug his thumbs into Miles’s armpits. The sound that was wrangled out of the boy was both comically loud and hilarious, a squeaky yelp chased by peals of wild laughter. 

Miles curled into a ball, legs kicking out from where they were sprawled out across the couch cushions while his torso bent and squirmed from Hobie’s lap. His gasps of laughter were punctuated by voice cracks, the tail end of puberty still clinging to Miles though he tried to convince himself he’d finished with it. 

Hobie’s sinister smirk melted into a warm grin, laughing a bit himself. “Are you trying to high beam your worst spot to the world with your suit, Miles? You’ve literally got red highlights as racing stripes under your armpits. You’re lucky a supervillain hasn’t caught onto the obvious clue yet, you’d be as good as done for.”

Miles grabbed at Hobie’s wrists, shaking his head from side to side to bear the rushing tingles twirling throughout his nervous system that made his spider-sense go skewed and essentially shut down - conflicted with the threat of a possible danger and Mile’s gleeful emotions from the light-hearted tousling. 

“Ihihi alreheheady hahave a supervillahahain messing wihihiith me!”

“Yeah, and I’m the most merciful one you’ll ever get.”

Miles gave a particularly endearing squeal when Hobie’s fingers found that awful little spot just below his shoulder blades. “THIHIhihis ihihis mercehehehey?!” He gasped incredulously, wrenching away from Hobie on instinct and almost tumbling off the couch.

Hobie’s hands lunged out and scooped Miles back against his chest, releasing a quick, relieved breath for his spider sense. “Yeah,” Hobie snickered, “a real supervillain would’ve let you fall.”

Grateful for the break, Miles breathed in deeply, releasing it in a fast exhale as he leaned back heavily against Hobie. “Good,” he answered after a moment, “it would’ve got me an escape route so I could get you back.”

Hobie snickered, tipping his head to the side to catch Miles’s tired, half-lidded stare - noting the spark and warmth was back in those caramel brown eyes. “I don’t think you’re up for any revenge tonight, big man,” he grinned. 

Miles would’ve flipped Hobie off, but damnit he was tired and he didn’t want to provoke another round of tickling. Hobie seemed to have caught on that Miles was fading a bit, and gently shifted the boy off his lap so he could lie down on the couch fully. Hobie dragged one of the many quilted blankets off of the couch and draped it over Miles, smirking when the younger Spiderman fisted the blanket and tugged it up to his chin. 

“So, feeling better then?” Hobie asked, sitting on the coffee table as Miles got comfortable. 

Miles paused in his movements to glare at him flatly. “After you bullied and tortured me for fifteen minutes?”

Hobie snickered. “It was barely ten, you diva,” he argued lightly. 

Miles pouted slightly but nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I feel better. I know my parents are just looking out for me, I think I just need to ask them to be a little less.. Well..”

“Helicopter-ory about it?”

“That doesn’t sound like a word.”

“Okay, and what are you? The word police?”

Miles grinned into the quilt, amused to no end by how Hobie always seemed ready to jump on anything that sounded close to something he’d support or attack in the name of his brand. “If there was a word police, you would’ve broken it down by now.”

“Damn right, I would’ve.”

A hand planted itself in Miles’s hair, gently messing with the bouncy curls. “And hey, if that conversation doesn’t go over well, this dimension is always welcome to you. You’ve got the watch, pop in whenever you need an escape or just wanna see me.”

Miles covered his softened heart with a flat look. “So you can tickle me to oblivion again?”

“Only if you deserve it,” Hobie gave a wink and took his hand from Miles’s curls. “Besides, you seemed like you needed that laugh too.”

Miles’s mouth disappeared under the blanket as he grumbled to himself, muffling the denial undoubtedly rambling out. That was okay, Hobie knew he was right. He stood from the couch, stretching his arms high above his head to get the crick out of his back. 

“Also, you can crash here for the night mate, you’re half asleep already.”

“No, ‘m not.”

“Sure, spiderling,” Hobie tweaked Miles’s toes in passing the couch, relishing in the high-pitched squeak and flinch he got. “I’m not gonna make you go home when you’re wiped out like this, Gwen has slept on that exact couch and said it’s comfy. Telling ya that cause you ain’t stealing my bed.”

He heard Miles hum drowsily as he turned off the mismatched lamps in his living room, bathing the space in a gentle glow of the city lights outside - cosy and unobtrusive. “I don’t think I could move if I want’d to.”

“Good, stay there and knock out.”

The soft chuckle he got made him smile. Hobie carefully stepped over the AMP cords strewn about the living space and headed for the closest door. “Goodnight, Miles,” he called softly.

“Mnrgh, g’night…”

Hobie went to leave and then paused. With a grin, he turned his head to say, “You’re helping me cook breakfast tomorrow by the way.”

Miles laughed again, sleepy and warm. “I know how to burn water and explode eggs.”

“Excellent, be unique, and destroy social constructs. Who says you gotta be normal when cooking eggs?”

Miles snorted. “Go to bed, Hobie.”

Hobie smiled and knocked twice on the doorframe. “Night little spiderling.” He said, stepping through to his room, leaving a content and peaceful Miles Morales to snooze on his couch.

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For as long as you could remember it had always been you and Peter, other friends came and went throughout the years but you and Peter had always been a constant in each other’s lives. You had gone through everything together, when your family’s business went bankrupt and you had to live with the Parker’s for a few months, when Peter’s parents died and he had chosen you to run away to. Every big moment, every little moment, no matter the memory Peter was almost always in it.

You never thought you’d have to imagine a life without Peter, it always seemed such an impossible thought. You were the best of friends, there were no secrets between either of you, you told each other everything.

Which was great for years, it worked well for the two of you, you knew the other better than you knew yourself. It was nice knowing you always had someone to confide in, no problem too big or small to share.

And yet now you hated the fact that nothing was kept a secret between the two of you, you hated the fact that you meet up with Peter every day before school, hated that it was so easy to forget that the rest of the world existed, right up until you walked through the doors and his gaze immediately sought her out.

Gwen Stacy.

Gwen Stacy who was top of every class, Gwen Stacy who was so stunningly beautiful you just knew you couldn’t ever even begin to compete with her. You didn’t stand a chance, not when you saw the way Peter looked at her, his expression completely softening, the way his lips pulled into an unconscious smile every time she walked into a room, the way he couldn’t walk into one without glancing around for her.

You didn’t stand a chance.

And because there were no secrets between you and Peter you got to hear all about his crush on her when he remembered you existed. Ok, so maybe that wasn’t fair, it wasn’t like Peter shut down on you whenever she was around but he always had an eye on her.

You and Peter always walked home together, usually hanging around in his bedroom since Aunt May was at work so it left the two of you alone. You didn’t know if you loved the alone time or hated it.

You couldn’t even remember when your own crush on Peter had developed, maybe it had always been there, there before you even really knew what a crush was, before you knew anything about relationships or love or any of those things. Maybe it had developed when you had a bad day and Peter was always there with open arms and ready to make a fool of himself if only to see you laugh again. Maybe it was in the way that there really wasn’t any distance between the two of you, whether it be with no secrets or the way you could crawl into the other's bed after sneaking in through the window and the other person didn’t react other than to make room and wrap their arms around the other. Maybe it was all the little things that seemed so insignificant to other people but you treasured so deeply that made you fall for him so easily.

It didn’t really matter when it happened though, only that it did. It happened and it hurt every day. You couldn’t even get a break on the weekends because whenever Peter came around Gwen always seemed to be the first topic on his lips.

And it wasn’t like you could say anything either, you couldn’t just demand he stop talking about her. Not without admitting you had feelings for him anyway and that wasn’t going to happen, not when you knew he didn’t feel anything for you. You would just have to sit and listen to him talk about her for hours at a time because you loved him and you couldn’t lose your friendship.

Still it hurt. It hurt when he asked you what you think he should do, how could he get her to notice him, what date ideas should he think of to ask her out. The worst of it was that you loved him so much you couldn’t even bring yourself to give him bad ideas, whenever he asked for your advice you gave him the best you could, gave answers you wished Peter would do for you, and you watched him use them on her.

You had gotten pretty good at faking a smile now around Peter, at pretending everything was ok until you were alone and you could let the hurt just hurt. It was so easy to picture you and Peter together too, nothing would change except the fact you’d know how his lips felt against yours, how his hand cupping your cheek to bring you closer would feel.

It didn’t matter how much you wanted to cry, not when you had to fake a laugh at his over dramatic love declarations that caused him to grin as he shoved you lightly, it didn’t matter because no matter how many damn stars you wished on nothing would change.

Sometimes you thought Peter knew, how could he not know that he was the reason you stayed up all night thinking about him, how could he not know that the reason for your tears was him, how was he so blind to the way you looked at him? If it were anybody else you’d think they knew but Peter wasn’t cruel, if he knew he wouldn’t be torturing you so much.

If you had thought things between you and Peter were hard when he was just pining after Gwen it was nothing compared to when he finally put all your advice to use and ended up getting together with her.

It was slow at first, you still saw Peter every day, still walked home together after school but over time it turned into less time together. You walked home together but after a few weeks Gwen joined you and you hated how kind she was, it’d be easier to hate her if she wasn’t so nice. Then it turned into you going straight home, not wanting to third wheel on them, not when it meant more time watching Peter look at Gwen like she was his whole world and you had somehow become nothing more than a passing thought, silently pleading for Peter to notice you.

It wasn’t much longer after that the time you and Peter spent together got less and less, no more hanging out after school, no more weekends together, no more sneaking into each other’s houses, no more sharing every thought that popped into your head.

That’s what hurt the most, the thing that left you crying silently to yourself each night. Peter had forgotten all about you and your heart hurt, it hurt so badly that you just wished you could stop feeling anything. It wasn’t even just Peter’s fault though, you wanted to blame him for it all but you were to blame too, you pulled away but Peter hadn’t caught you and pulled you back.

You hoped Gwen knew, you hoped she knew how lucky she was that she was the one that got to fall asleep in Peter’s arms, the safest place you’d ever been. You hope she knew how lucky she was that Peter had picked her to love, you hoped she would love him just as fiercely as he loved her, hoped she knew how lucky she was to be able to fall into those beautiful brown eyes and to know how his lips felt as he kissed her so softly like she was something to be treasured.

You really hoped she knew because you would never know.

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First Kiss

A prequel to Disapproval

Link to AO3 1,108 words

Tags: fluff, idiots in love, they/them Hobie

"Excited for the extra time with you guys! Well.... I guess just 'you' today...." Miles wants to scream. 'Just you????' Come on, Miles, get it together! "I mean! Not 'just you' as in 'I don't want to hang out with you!' You know, I mean it like 'it's just us'," oh no that sounds too right! "Aaaagh! Look! What I mean is...." Miles takes a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. It barely works.

Hobie is staring at him; amused, confused, and expectant.

Pav's and Gwen's portals close behind them, leaving earlier than usual, and now Miles is left alone with Hobie. It doesn't happen very often, but that was why Miles had planned this with them both earlier. He tries to hide his nerves as he takes off his mask and attempts to play dumb.

"They sure seemed in a rush. Wonder what's up with that," not that dumb!

"It happens," Hobie says with a shrug then pulling off their mask, "What about you? Usually busy with school work, innit?"

"All caught up, actually!" Pav had helped him get caught up two weeks ahead in case it took a while for a moment like this to come up. "Excited for the extra time with you guys! Well.... I guess just 'you' today...." Miles wants to scream. 'Just you????' Come on, Miles, get it together! "I mean! Not 'just you' as in 'I don't want to hang out with you!' You know, I mean it like 'it's just us'," oh no that sounds too right! "Aaaagh! Look! What I mean is...." Miles takes a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. It barely works and he decides to commit to the truth.

He's already forgotten the number of this reality, too distracted by planning what to say in this moment, but its sunset is beautiful, so he feels it's a good enough place. Anyway, he's not sure he could handle coming up with more excuses for going somewhere else, and Hobie is staring at him; amused, confused, and expectant.

"Actually.... I asked them to leave early," Miles admits, "because I want to ask you something, but I'm not really sure how to ask it..." Hobie's expression softens and their eyes widen. They almost seem nervous as they shove their hands in their pockets.

"Oh yeah?" but their voice seems chill as ever, so maybe he's imagining things. "Well give it a go then." Miles bounces on his heels and closes his eyes as he focuses on his first words.

"When we first met, I thought you were the biggest jerk in the multiverse, but looking back at everything...." Miles' heart is pounding against his chest so hard that it's distracting. "You've been.... amazing ever since I first met you. Been rooting for me. Been looking out for me." Somehow the words bring a bit of relief. He manages to turn his bounce into a sway and to open his eyes, tho he can't bring his wandering gaze back to Hobie and he picks at the legs of his suit. "And I honestly can't imagine my life without you in it. So.... Look I know you don't like labels and this is for sure probably the wrong one but....! He slams his eyes shut tight again, "Will you be my boyfriend!?" He's immediately embarrassed by how loudly he asked, but still, he opens his eyes again and finally forces himself to look at who he's been rambling at.

Miles has never seen Hobie this color before; pink and covered in scribbled hearts. That's good, right?

"Sunflower," the nickname makes Miles forget how to breathe for a moment. How long have they been thinking about calling him that?? "I'll take whatever labels you want to give us, so long as there's an 'us'." Miles is still stunned and processing their answer when they ask,

"Can I kiss you?" Miles considers his words for a second longer than he wishes he had, then quickly settles on a panicked,

"Of course!"

Still totally not smooth.... but Hobie doesn't seem to notice. They step closer, taking one hand out from a pocket to pull Miles' away from picking at his suit. He hadn't even noticed he was still doing it.

Distracted by attention being drawn to his picking, it takes him a moment to realize Hobie is holding his hand.

Distracted by Hobie holding his hand, it takes him a moment to realize they haven't moved again.

And he notices how their hand holding his is shaking.

So they are just as nervous as he is. So nervous they asked to kiss him and now are waiting to be kissed. Miles can barely handle how cute that is.

He uses his free hand to grab the back of Hobie's neck and pull them closer, taking in their awed expression before closing his eyes and letting his lips meet theirs. He feels Hobie's other hand rest on his waist, then gently pull him close....

Then shove him away with a shout!

"AH! Bleedin-!" They've turned pink and yellow.

"AHH!" Miles copies, jumping back before he realizes what happened.

He shocked them! And aren't those the colors they turn when they're angry?? Shit! He's already messed things up!

"I'm sorry!" he shouts, turning invisible. "I swear it was an accident! I'll focus better next time!" If there is a next time.... Please let there be a next time!

Hobie starts laughing. Miles just ruined their first kiss by shocking them and they're laughing!

"It's nothin, love," they say through the laughs.

Recovering from their amusement, they step forward and easily find Miles with one hand to pull him close again. The touch triggers them to turn back pink with the hearts. Their eyes are closed since they don't know where to look for him, but Miles can't stop staring at their smile. "You're amazing. I don't care if you shock me every time. I won't stop kissin you unless you ask me to."

Then why aren't they kissing him now?

Miles leans in again and kisses the heart scribbled across Hobie's lips. They tense for a moment, surprised, but relax into it quickly. While Miles focuses on not shocking them again, he also wills himself to turn back visible so they won't look like a weirdo kissing air.

He wraps his arms around Hobie's neck.

They wrap their arms around his waist.

They straighten their posture and it pulls Miles onto his toes but he doesn't mind.

He feels like he could stay here forever....

but he eventually notices the light though his eyelids fading as the sun sets, and supposes Hobie must have been serious when they said they'd never stop kissing him until he asked. He decides to make himself break the kiss.

The way Hobie is staring at him, gaze soft, lips slightly parted, illegible writing beginning to join the pink hearts, a barely readable cursive "sunflower" across their lips where the heart had been.... it makes Miles want to kiss them again so badly.

"I love you," Hobie says quietly.

"I love you too," Miles replies, then gives in and kisses them again.

[scribespirare]

If you're up for it, could you write where Miles and Miguel are secretly in a relationship except the spider gang are trying to set either or both of them up with someone else?

secret relationships my beloved <3<3<3

“So I met this girl-”

Miles groans loudly and shoots his next web, letting it swing his weight up into the next arc. “You better be about to tell me you asked her out.”

“No,” Gwen says, and Miles can tell by the sound of her voice that she’s grinning under her mask. “I think you’d really like her!”

Miles groans again and takes a sudden turn mid-air to try and throw his meddling friend off, if just for a moment. And a moment is all it takes for Gwen to catch up to him again, swinging perpendicular to him and laughing. “C’mon, Miles! You gotta get out there!”

She’d turned him down nearly six months ago when he’d asked her out, and he knows she’s felt guilty about it ever since. And yeah, he’d been pretty bummed immediately after. But all his moping had drawn the gruff concern of someone else, and he and Miles had suddenly started spending more time together and…well, Miles now knows he’s bisexual. So.

With a final exhilarating but unnecessary flip Miles lands atop the roof of an apartment building, pausing to catch his breath. Gwen lands next to him gracefully and flips her hood back. “I’ve got her number, you want it? I got her permission to give it to you.”

“You what!?”

“Yeah, I keep a picture of you on my phone and everything,” she says teasingly. “She thinks you’re cute.”

“Oh my god,” Miles mutters, and wishes he could cover his face up even more than it aready is. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Her expression softens, the humor falling away. “I just want you to be happy, Miles.”

“I am!” he protests. And he’s not lying. Now that he’s able to see his friends regularly he’s not lonely anymore, or feeling burdened by the weight of being Spider-Man. That weight is shared across hundreds of other shoulders now.

And when he does have a random pang of loneliness? When he has a bad day or fights with his parents or even just doesn’t feel good for no reason at all? He has a place to go. A place with open, waiting arms that envelop him so completely he feels like the rest of the world couldn’t possibly exist beyond the boundaries of that embrace.

But Gwen doesn’t know that.

And neither do Hobie, Pavitr, Peter, or any of the rest.

Pavitr and Gwen are the worst about trying to set Miles up with others. Hobie will throw out the occasional offer but usually he stands up for Miles when the others get kind of pushy. Something about relationship anarchy and how Miles should be allowed to decide how he wants to handle his romances or lack thereof. Honestly, that is a different kind of annoying though. Because Miles does have a romantic relationship and it might just be a plain monogamous one in contrast to Hobie’s confusing poly web of flings and partners, but it still exists. Miles just…can’t talk about it. And Gwen’s meddling has now convinced the group that Miles is sad and pathetic and alone.

“I am,” Miles tells Gwen again. “I promise, I’m happy. Please stop trying to set me up with people?”

Gwen looks at him for a long, stretched out moment. “I’m not trying to set you up just to-”

“Please?” Miles cuts in.

That earns him a sigh and then an eye roll. “Fine. I’ll stop." He breathes a sigh of relief, but then- "Peter’s been working on Miguel anyways, I’ll just help him out.”

Miles feels the blood rush drain from his face. “Peter’s trying to date Miguel!?” he squeaks.

Gwen mistakes his panic for horror, which it kind of is but not in the way she thinks, and laughs. “No, he’s trying to talk Miguel into getting back out there. So far Miguel isn’t budging. I don’t really hangout in places where I can meet older women but maybe I can annoy him into looking for himself. Do you know if he likes guys as well?”

Fuck, out of the fire and into the frying pan.

[starlightazriel]

a court of love & scars

other parts

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part 5, Azriel

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Prick, fucking disgusting prick. I couldn't shake the image of Eris' hands all over Gwen's body. Disgusting. I felt sick, I wanted to kill him, I should have killed all of them, that day in the meeting when I had lost my temper. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it didn't go well.

Anger coursed through my veins as I walked quickly through the over grown garden, this house wasn't used, only for parties until Feyre finished with the river house, then I was sure they would be held there. I stopped at a rock wall on the edge of the property and I punched, as hard as I could my siphons cracking at the sheer brute force I used. I didn't care, I'd get new ones. I just had to get my anger out on something, I threw the siphon aside, picking a piece of the metal from out of my skin, it had been lodged there from the force. I punched the wall one more time, one of the stones cracking underneath my fist, blood oozed but the pain didn't bother me. It would heal. Why did I care so much? It wasn't like I could have her anyway. I sunk back against the rock wall, my back against it now. I cursed myself for not bringing drink with me. I was acting like a fucking a child. Punching walls like a child.

She's a princess, you, you are an Illyrian bastard. That pesky voice in the back of my mind reminded me. She was too perfect, too innocent despite what she had endured, she needed a strong normal fae male, not a spymaster, not a shadow singer, no, she needed someone good. I didn't think I was bad, I did my best to do the right thing every day, to serve my court, my high lord and lady, but I wasn't good enough for her. Not even close.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" She said breathlessly, rushing to me, running for me. "Azriel, what did you do? Are you alright?" Her face paled at the blood and she looked back up to my face, searching, searching for answers she wouldn't find. I masked my embarrassment with casual indifference and rose to my feet, she was still advancing.

"Nothing," it was almost a growl as the remnants of my anger flared around me in shadows, she stopped in her tracks at my tone. Never had I spoken to her like that. My face softened immediately. "I'm sorry," It was my turn to take a step toward her. "I- You should get back to the party, you're the guest of honor, I'm going to go," I say, looking anywhere but those big green eyes.

"So are you," she breathed, I could feel her eyes on me, I wanted to look, couldn't bring myself to. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here," she says, I stay silent, lost for words. "I would still be-" she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. My face had turned hard again, blank expression with my lips in a tight line. "Azriel, I want you to be here," she tries again, realizing it wasn't working.

My eyes snapped to hers now. I would never grow tired of the sound of my name leaving those beautiful full lips. "At least- at least let me help you clean that up," she squeaks out, stumbling for words at the sheer intensity of my stare. I could sense her nerves. I could sense the way she felt it, deep in the pit of her stomach when I met her gaze. I could hear her breath catch just a little bit, before she held it, lips slightly parted. I could hear her heart beat quicken, hammering against her almost bare chest.

I swallowed hard. Who did she think she was looking like that tonight? Wearing that dress, that damned dress, the thin velvet cupped her now peaked breasts in the cold night air, and it was tight, so tight that I could only imagine the rest, it had me stiff and aching the entire night. I knew I couldn't blame her, I knew she hadn't chosen the dress...

"Fine," I say and let out a sigh, finally, slowly, peeling my eyes away from hers and looking back toward the estate.

We found ourselves in the kitchen, the loud sounds of drinking and gambling and music from the party rooms away. I sat on a kitchen stool one foot on the floor and the other resting casually on the bottom of the stool. She took a cloth and put it in a bowl of water. glanced back at me, her cheeks instantly burned red hot again, I was watching her intently my eyes wandering, enjoying the view of the back of the dress maybe even more than the front. She had caught me looking. My eyes had snapped back up to hers quickly but she had still caught me. What I would give to kneel down behind her and bury my face in her while she rode my tongue into ecstasy. Or bend her over the-

"It looks bad," she advanced toward me now, seeming to have grown a little bit of courage, shaking off the tingle that that made her curl her toes when I looked at her a certain way. Yes, I had noticed that too. "We'll need wine," she says and it threw me off, I scrunched my nose at her lifting my chin.

"What are you gonna do with the wine?" I asked as she began to look through the cupboards. She found some and opened the bottle, turning around to face me again. She crossed the room again grabbing the cloth and the bowl she had prepared on her way over.

"Drink it, what else?" she shook her head at me, a big smile bearing pretty teeth. I couldn't help but return hers with a lazy grin. She tipped the bottle back, drinking straight from it a little bit dribbling down her chin. She handed me the bottle, I used my free hand, thumbing over the spot she had spilled. Her breath caught in her throat, cheeks burning brighter than ever. Dangerous territory.

I pulled my hand away but left it hovering in front of both of us so she could clean my wound for me. I didn't stop watching her as I tipped my head back and took a long drink, letting the liquid warm my chest. She took the bottle back, taking another one before handing it back to me, I just held it in my free hand, still watching her. She wet the cloth and brought it down to my hand gently, her other hand holding my wrist steady. My body ached for her, and I had to use everything to keep the shadows on my side of the kitchen, they begged me, nagged me to let them play with her.

The water stung, but I barely noticed it with how good it felt to feel her hand on my skin. My scarred skin, skin that she didn't even bat an eye at, like it was normal to her. They would try not to stare, I would catch them, but Gwen? No, she looked at my scars in a different way, with a tender understanding. Gwen knew the darkness like I did, but worse, so much longer.

"Thank you," I finally break the silence between us, my hand now clean, looking much better, though there was one gash still there from the piece of the siphon I had pulled out. It would be fine by tomorrow, I knew that, and she knew that, but she still knelt down to the floor and tore off a piece of the bottom of her dress. I looked down at her now, that part of me so rock solid that it was almost painful against the pants I wore. The image of her on her knees had me weak in mine, and I knew I would think about it later, when I was alone in my room.

She stood back up and neatly tied the piece of thin fabric around my knuckles, hesitating, she leaned down and placed the softest kiss on top. Something about the gesture filled a little piece of me in, like something had been missing there but that one single gesture made me whole again. I got to my feet, not realizing how close we had been my body rubbed against hers as I stood, now towering over her a bit. Her breath hitched, she had felt me, all stiff and needing for her, my jaw flexed, it was my turn to blush. Nice Az. I cursed myself.

And then, she got on her toes and kissed me. It was like the world went quiet, like it stood still there and we were the only two beings on the land. The shadows broke free and curled around her, pulling her even closer to me, my wings twitched in pleasure at the delicious taste of her mouth on mine. Tongues tangling in the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.

My hands covered her hips, squeezing gently and she moaned, she moaned for me, the sound echoing in my ear drum like the most beautiful siren song that anyone had ever heard. Too long, dangerous territory.

I ignored my intrusive thoughts and my hands explored lower, cupping her backside and pulling her toward me. I could feel that tug almost like I could grasp it but I was afraid. We pulled away breathlessly foreheads resting on one another. "Gwen," I say but with warning in my tone, drawing out the sounds in her name as I said it slowly, soon I wouldn't be able to stop.

"I- We can't-" I didn't know what to say. She pulled away quickly now, her face flooding with embarrassment. She thought I didn't want to kiss her. Touch her. "Right, I- I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking just.. Caught up in the moment," she rambled, fidgeting like crazy.

"We should get back, they are probably wondering where we are," I breathe, not fully grasping that the last few minutes had actually happened. Her kiss tasted so good, I could only imagine what she really tasted like. What I would give for a taste, what I would give to lick her into absolute oblivion.

She was quiet, looking anywhere but me. I hated that, I hated that she thought I didn't want to kiss her, that it was stupid of her to kiss me. The opposite, please do it again.

We walked in silence back toward the main room, but I stopped in the shadows near the entrance. "I'm tired, but thank you, truly thank you Gwen," I say, looking at her with softness and sincerity, she only briefly looked, still fidgeting and playing with her hair nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"Oh, yeah of course, that's what friends are for right?" she says meekly, with a forced smile. "Just, don't do it again, I didn't like to see you bleeding," her tone with less of an edge this time.

"I'll be back to new in the morning," I promise and lean down, unable to stop myself I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. "Goodnight little one, enjoy your party," and she barely has the time to whisper goodnight before I'm gone in the shadows.

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as usual i didn't proof read its 3am. part 6 will be up very soon.

[functioningtrashcan]

Rearranging Canon

I was thinking, what would've happened if Miguel tried to intercept Miles before Spot got to him? What if Miguel knew not to trust Gwen or Jess to deal with 1610? He seems like the type of guy to subscribe to the "if you want something right, you gotta do it yourself" mentality. So, here's an au I made (at least, I haven't seen any fics with this premise yet)

This is just a preview of something I've been thinking about a lot. Hope you guys enjoy

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"Sooooooo, uh, Macho Libre sir... when do I start?"

The child standing next to him was still shaking, costume torn and hair singed. Her grin was plastered on, breath quick as she tried to ease the mounting tension in the room. He could hear how fast her heart was still beating nearly 40 minutes after leaving her home universe behind.

"Start what, exactly?"

"I- you know. Spider.. society... stuff?"

It took everything in Miguel not to glare at Gwen from his spot across the table from her. She stayed silent the whole time it took them to walk from the portal to the cafeteria, and now she's biting the inside of her cheek like she needs to move on from this as quickly as possible.

"You're not doing any 'Spider Society' stuff right now." Miguel kept his tone as firm as he could without sounding angry at her. He was angry, just not at her. She was just a kid, after all. Super-powered kid or not, she couldn't brush off watching her own family - her own father - point a gun at her with intentions to shoot. It made his blood run hot and cold at the same time. What type of man would do that to his own daughter?

Gwen herself barely picked at the food in front of her. Miguel kept his eyes trained on the half eaten plate of empanadas in front of him, but he could still sense her eyes peering holes into him.

"Whatever you're thinking, no."

"I- "

"First rule of Spider Society," Miguel started, standing up, "is to listen when I ask you to do something."

He must've raised his voice, because Gwen flinched before he got to the end of his sentence. Shock, if only he knew a better way to connect with the skiddish thing immediately after such a traumatic event.

"Please, no worrying about any missions right now." Miguel softened his voice. "Jess prepared your room for you. Go."

Silently, Gwen slipped off out the door and down the same hallway they came. Miguel sat back down, sinking his head into his hands.

"Lyla."

The little hologram glitched into existence.

<You okay, bossman?>

"How much more time before the prediction?"

<Models suggest 7 months, 15 days, and 43 minutes.>

Already running out of time. Great. There was now less than a year before the original anomaly was set to destroy the multiverse, and nearly all of the spiders who came with it. No matter what he tried to do, Miguel couldn't figure out the catalyst. Something big happened after that collider went off, something bigger than a new Spiderman in a world where a new Spiderman shouldn't be. Whatever it was, he had no choice but to stop it from happening.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. 7 months. That's all he had to figure it out. None of his teams were any closer to getting it, and now that Gwen was here, Miguel was almost certain that he had to figure it out. Before the multiverse collapsed, before the anomaly was set loose on them all, but most importantly, before Gwen caught wind of who the anomaly was.

Gwen's plate still stared at him from across the table.

Every force was working against him, it felt like. How was he supposed to fix everything if he couldn't even talk to one kid properly?

Kids. It's always kids. It's always-

"Miguel! Hey Migs! Miggy!"

Miguel scrubbed his face with his hand. A bumbling idiot in a pink robe slid into the seat next to him.

Nevermind, he would rather the emotional conversations with the traumatized kid.

"Hey Migs, I've got some exciting news-"

"Make it quick, Parker."

"Oh come on, you always say that."

"I always mean it."

"You're no fun anymore." Peter B Parker groaned at Miguel, casually draping an arm over his stiff shoulders. "What's up with that? You're the only Spider here with no sense of humor, and it's like you've gotten worse!" He grinned, scrubbing his knuckles into Miguel's scalp. Miguel swatted at his arm.

"You have three seconds."

"Yeesh, alright, alright." Peter took the hint and slid off. "Wanna hear some good news?"

"No."

"So MJ just got back from a doctor's appointment - for the baby, remember?" Peter continued. "The baby's coming soon and they were just checking to see if she was healthy and what's going on, that kinda thing." He took an empanada from Miguel's plate and bit into it sloppily. "Kid's already gonna be the best thing ever, I can tell. I feel like such a dad already."

"Uh huh, wow." Miguel really couldn't care less right now.

"Y'know, I think a kid would really suit you-"

Miguel shot him a glare.

"....not that I'm saying that you should replace your daughter, but you should really do something else with your time!" Peter chuckled nervously. "Kids are so healing."

"You're not a dad yet."

"I will be in a few weeks! I'm tellin' ya, I never thought I would enjoy baby shopping as much as I do."

Miguel sighed heavily out of his nose.

"I'm trying to figure out a way to deal with the anomaly, Parker."

Now it was Peter's turn to look serious.

"Don't tell me you're gonna hurt the kid, are you?"

"No. Of course not." Not unless it ended up being necessary.

"Because he really isn't that bad- I'm sure he doesn't even know his world is a problem. And hey, you gotta cut him some slack," Peter shook Miguel's shoulders slightly, trying to wring some lightheartedness out of him. "He had a terrible teacher."

"Absolutely horrible, you're right." Miguel deadpanned.

"I know!" Peter laughed. "I did the best I could with him. He was like a practice kid, almost."

"He deserves a better teacher."

"I mean- hey, woah," Peter put his hands up in mock offense. Miguel quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I'm right."

"I wasn't so bad. I got him on his feet, and-" Peter kept babbling on. Whatever this story was about the ill-fitting costume and the failed web-swinging tutorial, Miguel heard it a million times. He couldn't be bothered to listen so closely, and instead, his mind lingered on something new.

He deserves a better teacher.

That could be it. That could be the answer Miguel's been looking for.

Miguel stood up again, nearly knocking over the table and Peter.

"Woah, Mig-"

Miguel roughly pulled Peter up from his seat and clapped him on the back.

"For once, you were useful."

"My stories?" Peter was confused, but Miguel was already halfway across the room.

"Tell the others I'll be out for a while. You're in charge of watching Gwen. Tell Jess that assigning teams to catch anomalies is her job now."

"So I don't get a fancy job now?" Peter jogged up to Miguel, obnoxious story forgotten. "Where are you going?"

"Earth-1610." Miguel replied simply. "I'm going to give the kid a better mentor."

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And scene! Lemme know if I should finish this au

(Also, I've never posted fanfiction here before. If you guys have any formatting tips, help a trash can out)

[esta-elavaris]

Flufftober Day 16: Singing one another to sleep - Thorin Oakenshield/OC [1,006 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨

“Thorin!”

Gwen jolted upright from a dead sleep, hands coming up to block a blade that was not there – wielded by a foe that no longer breathed. But it took her a moment to remember that, pain slicing through the long-healed scar that ran across the back of her forearm from wrist to elbow.

Reality registered, her limbs slackened, and she sighed shakily. Sweat drenched her, her nightdress sticking to her, and her heart and head warred for which could pound the hardest. She cursed quietly beneath her breath.

“The dragon?” Thorin’s voice sounded behind her, rough with sleep.

“Ravenshill,” she corrected hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

As she spoke, she tried to rub the phantom pain out of her scar.

“You survived,” he spoke quietly.

It was difficult to say whether he was reassuring her of that fact, or himself.

“…despite a bit of touch-and-go in the middle there,” she murmured, hand settling over the scar.

Were it not for the healing abilities of the Elves, she would have lost the arm. It spoke volumes that Thorin had even taken her to them so entirely without reluctance, in the aftermath. As it was, there was occasional loss of sensation here and there, and she’d never move it with the same deftness she’d been capable of before, but it was a small price to pay.

“That’s not what bothers me in the dreams,” she admitted. “In the dreams, I don’t get there in time.”

To distract herself from the discomfort of speaking the words aloud, she peeled off her nightgown, throwing it away from the bed where it landed with little more than a rustling flutter. It was only keeping her cold, the way it clung to her damply lending to her sense of unease. But since she wasn’t willing to lie down again just yet, she only ended up colder as the sweat cooled and dried on her skin.

Wrapping her arms about herself, she tried to steady her breathing – helped by the fact that Thorin sat up and shifted til he was at her back. Her husband was like a furnace, and with his chest at her back she could no longer pretend the tremors were purely to do with the cold.

“You are here,” he said softly into her ear. “As am I. It is over. Although you paid a hefty price to see things as they are now.”

“I’d do it again.”

He did not sound cheered by the prospect, humming lowly in the back of his throat. “I would not ask that of you.”

“Since when has that ever stopped me?”

The rueful sound he made in response had a note of fondness to it. Winding a strong arm about her waist, he pulled her back – the gesture a suggestion more than an insistence, and she knew that if she insisted on remaining upright, he would ease up immediately. Instead, though, she leaned into the embrace, allowing him to lead her to lie down, more atop him than the bed itself. But that helped. She could not convince herself that he was not here, nor that he was not breathing, when his heartbeat beneath her hand, and she could feel each inhale and exhale every time.

“I’m all sweaty,” she protested half-heartedly.

Thorin scoffed. She looked at him properly for the first time since waking then, finding concern clear and unhidden in his striking eyes and his hair mussed from sleep.

“Do you think I care at all about that? No, my thoughts are with how I might repay wife for saving my life,” he mused quietly – likely sensing that she needed the silence filled so that her thoughts would not run away with her.

“You married her, for one thing.”

“A poor reward indeed,” he teased, one corner of his lips upturning. “A punishment, some might argue. Depending on my mood.”

“Stay awake with me?” she asked quietly. “Just for a little while?”

His manner lost what little teasing there had been in it to begin with, his face softening as the hand not at her waist found her hair.

“All night, if need be,” he vowed.

“I’m sorry. If you’re tired-”

She wasn’t used to being this shivering, frightened thing – and beyond her disquiet felt ridiculous for how he was being forced to pander to it, husband or no. But he dispelled her fears with a tightened hold and a firm interruption.

“Do not apologise. Not for this. Never for this.”

“It’s been so long since the last one. I thought it was over.”

“That is the way with them,” he murmured ruefully. “The gaps betwixt them lengthen and lengthen until one day they will be no more. In the meantime, you’ll recover more quickly from them each time. They will…jar you less.”

He spoke from experience, and how could he not? Given all that he’d seen across his years? She knew that Dwarves’ lives spanned further than those of humans, but he’d seen enough for ten lifetimes, even with that difference in mind.

“Do you get them? From the battle, I mean?”

“You dream that you did not succeed,” he said softly. “I dream that you did, but did not live to see that success.”

“I did.”

“You did.”

They lapsed into silence, Gwen slowly managing to match her breathing with his. After the third time he tactfully pretended not to notice her glancing up at him to check if he was awake, he began singing in low, soothing tones to save her the bother. The song was in Khuzdul, she knew not the words (the argument over the fact that Erebor’s Queen should know it being a surprisingly uphill one thus far), but that helped somewhat – focusing on his impossibly deep voice rather than the words it was forming, and feeling the vibrations of it throughout his chest.

When she finally did fall asleep again, it was a dreamless one, and she suspected it came long before he allowed himself to drift off again, too.

Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune

[youronlyauthor]

Endless Possibilities? Hobie Brown x FemReader

15+

pt1/?

The story starts with Reader x Earth 42 Miles but then something happens and then it’s Reader x Hobie/Spiderpunk

Intro:

A girl in a place called Brooklyn, with many criminals and many villains each day. A black and purple spider, bites you. Unlike the other spiders you were more aggressive and against the government, and you were much more powerful than you had known. You had the powers of light blue electricity, 2x the strength of the regular Spider-person, 2x the spider sense, invisibility, and power absorption. The only ones you knew of were invisibility and the basics. Your earth is earth 42 which seemed impossible but indeed was. You know the prowler, you’re Known as the Devils web. The only thing you and the Prowler ever do is Go against the government and save the innocent and kill the one’s against the innocent. Along the way you meet another spider from a different universe? note:

Prowler/Miles is 17 6,1

Spider-punk/Hobie is 18 6,3

you are 17 5,8

original miles is 15 5,10

Gwen is 16 5,8

(you know the rest)

your suit:

(11:30PM-SATURDAY NIGHT)

You get up to put to suit on, as Miles calls you down.

“Y/n, hurry up we’re going to be late.”

as you finish up you run towards the other room, where Miles is waiting patiently.

“what took you so long? The guards shift is about to end, so we have to hurry.”

your tired and yawning as you start to speak, but then Miles starts to drag you out the door as you yawn.

“okay okay I’m up” you rub your eyes and start to follow after him as he jumps off the roof of the building, boosting with his thrusters on his boots, you follow after him. Once arriving to the destination you and Miles notice the guard finally leaving and locking the entrance to the building. Once they’re fully gone you and Miles move in to break into the building.

You look at Miles focused, “keep watch I’ll hack the code on the door.”

Miles turns his back to you and keeps his guard up for anything in sight. After about a few seconds you open the door and go in with Miles.

He silently walks in behind you, “Good work now all we have to do is find the Tech Lab, and we’re out.”

you nod, then start to look around for the tech lab. You and Miles split up and used your ear mics to communicate. As you walk down the halls of the building you notice a room with the words “CAUTION” on it.

“Miles I think I found it i’m dropping my pen point.” You voice to him through the ear piece.

“okay I’m on my way, keep your guard up.” He says with a serious tone, then immediately cuts off.

you sigh and wait patiently keeping an eye out for anything that could effect the plan. Silence for about 2 minutes, then around a corner Miles pops out from, and seems to be out of breath.

he seems to be very nervous, then dragging you into the room then into a locker squishing you both together very tightly. You blush a little, then as you about to speak he puts his hand on your lips shushing you and signaling something was there. You were silent and breathed as quiet as possible barely getting enough air. Mike peeked through the hole of the locker, then noticing a man. A man wearing a dark blue suit with red stripes and a spider mark like you on his suit, but he had claws and seemed very angry. He had a watch on his wrist that seemed to glow orange and white. He suddenly spoke

“Anyone there?.. Prowler?” He spoke with a tone that seemed to give a feeling that never could seem to ever be shaken. He walks over to the lockers and get suspicious of it, as he opens it he sees nothing.

you and Miles stand as quiet and as still as possible holding your breaths in as he stared into your direction, you were both invisible. Suddenly he gets a notification from his watch and a little person pops up.

“Miguel, I think it’s time to head back even if you saw the prowler he could be long gone by now.” He sighed and his face softened a little.

“Whatever, just let the others know we need to let a team here immediately since we know nothing of this world.” The little person replies, “Yes, Miguel I’ll let them know, just get some rest.” The little person disappears and a weird portal summons from the watch, the so called Miguel walks into it, disappearing from Yours and Miles view.

(LATER 6:45AM-SUNDAY MORNING)

You’re cooking eggs, bacon, and waffles, when Miles walks in With Black sweat pants, tall white Nike socks, no shirt and one glove from his suit on. He walks over to the island, sits down and yawns. You continue to cook as he yawns.

“Buenos días Y/n” he speaks in a deep tone since it’s his morning voice. You blush slightly then respond to him. “Buenos días, Miles.” You say putting his eggs on the plate. “How’d you sleep? Good?” He continues to question how you slept and how you felt. “I slept okayish, but I am a little tired.” He watches as you place the bacon and waffles onto his plate and continues to listen closely, never letting his gaze slip off of you. “Do we have anything planned for today?” You pour some water into a glass and place it next to Miles for him to drink. He takes a quick sip of the glass and then places it back down to respond to your question. “No, nothing for today..plus we already stole that watch last night, in that lab, so I think that’s enough to give us a break..hm?” You grab his place and your and bring it over to the island. He gently grabs his plate from you and places it down atop of the island table. You sit down and reply, “yes I think last night was a hustle and we might need a little break to just relax, and enjoy some time off.” He starts to eat his food finishing swiftly, as do you. You take both plates and start to rinse off the dishes, you feel Mile’s gaze upon you, but choose to ignore it. Then out of nowhere without you noticing he sneaks from behind and hugs you gently. You feel heat flushing your face as he puts his head on your shoulder nudging his face into your neck. You finish up the dishes as Miles is still hugging you. You stand there with him for a moment. “M-Miles..” With his hand still around your waist and his head nudged in your neck he hums in response, chilling your skin, your knees felt like buckling, but you resisted. He then lifts his head just a little to where he can speak but he’s still touching you. “You nervous?” He spoke softly. All you could do was stutter trying to keep yourself together. “I-eh-M-Miles uh-m” he started to chuckle. “Well? Are you?.” You tried to turn around, but he just held you tighter. “Miles!” He smirked and released you chuckling to himself. “Okay okay.” He started to walk away but then you pushed him up against a wall. “Hey!..Who said we were done?” He smirked. He then grabbed your neck and whipped you around him towards the wall and pushed you up against it, holding your neck. He bent down and kissed you, for quite awhile. He sat up then spoke, “been holding that in for awhile.” You look at him in the eyes and giggle. The both of you go to you his bed and cuddle, eventually falling asleep.

(10AM-THE SPIDER VERSE)

“Do you understand the plan?” Miguel asked once again. “YES, WHUT PART OF YES DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAN’?? SHOULD I SAY IT IN SPANISH???” Spider-punk is pissed at this point. “Dios, odio a este chico” he puts his hand on his temple. “This world we know nothing of has a spider-man but we haven’t found them yet, and we need to because somehow I guess there was another spider in that universe, meaning this spider will be almost completely different.” Hobie looks kind of surprised “oi what do ya mean different?” Miguel looks nervous “ well we don’t exactly know..that’s why we’re sending you.” Hobie completely understands now. “Oh okay, understandable send me there.” Miguel looks surprised “oh, okay then..contact me for any help.” Hobie doesn’t turn back walking into the portal. “Will do” the portal disappears.

(EARTH42-1PM-MONDAY)

as you wake up you notice it’s 1pm. You thought it was still Sunday, but then looked at your phone, “MONDAY??” Miles wakes up at your sudden Shock. “What what happened??” He put his fists up as if he was gonna fight someone. “ITS MONDAY, WE SLEPT 24 HOURS???” he immediately wakes from his grogginess. “24 HOURS?!” You look at each other and then start to change into your suits quickly. you both leave out the window and noticed a villain appeared out of a portal, you both easily and quickly defeated him and sent him back through before the portal closed. You and Miles then sat on a roof yawning. “Well that was fun” you start to speak.

(EARTH42-2PM-MONDAY)

Hobie sighs as he walks around “where is this spider-person..” Hobie then gets a notification from his watch. “Hobie, ¿ya tienes alguna pista?” it’s Miguel and speaking Spanish “I don’t understand what your SAYING.” Miguel sighs “Hobie, have you got any leads yet?” Hobie sighs “No, this town jus’ seems kinda taken care of an’ all but it jus’ seems really weird i don’ know why though’ “ Miguel thinks for a second “alright just keep your guard up.”

[kariachi]

Morning fic! Post-OV, Ben and Argit, good deeds and shocking competency.

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“Benny, sign this.”

When it came to dealing with Argit, you quickly learned those were the most worrying words you could hear. Ben had nearly lost out on a percentage on his likeness the first time the con had caught him tired, same story with Gwendolyn. It was precisely the sort of near miss that made you immediately come to attention anytime the words came out of his mouth. Just to be on the safe side, Ben threw a suspicious glower his way as he took the tablet that’d been shoved under his nose.

“The fuck are you up to this time?”

“Work.”

A likely story. Warily, Ben scrolled to the top of the mass of text and began scanning through. His expression softened and face screwed as he went along.

“Proposed amendment to…,” he muttered under his breath as he went. “Account for and acknowledge…non-Earth native… Dude, are you petitioning to change the ADA?”

“Amend,” Argit said. “Right now it’s all based on Earth tech before the the whole alien thing went public, and assumes everybody involved is human or working with Earthen limits.” Face still contorted, Ben turned his attention to Argit, resting his elbows on the dining table- and someday he really was going to have to find a way to keep the Levins from breaking into his house.

“Okay… And you want to fix that?” It wasn’t that Argit hadn’t done a good job so far in his stint as mayor, much as it pained him to admit the fucker was doing more good than harm and after everything with the Rooters he was clearly better for the job than they’d ever expected before, but Ben still wasn’t passed being shocked every time he did something that was solely for his own gain. Especially something like this, that affected more than just his town and his voters.

“Already getting real tired of people not being able to leave town ‘cause their shit ‘doesn’t count’,” came the explanation with ears held partially back and a crinkled nose. “There’s some mobility shit you can make an argument for, but I want it clearly in there, and nobody came to Earth just so they could get told to retire their service animal and get a damn dog that might not even fucking work for them.”

Ben hated situations like this- where his reasonably suspicion of nearly everything Argit did hit against pride in who he was becoming without Servantis’s mind-altering holding him back and making him worse, and then again against the constant surprise that came with him being anything less than completely corrupt and ineffectual as a politician. Sleezy and corrupt, yes, but then he pulled shit like this and the educational buildings that were under construction. Worse yet, he was probably right. Ben didn’t actually pay attention to this sort of stuff, his focus on more overt things like preventing major clashes and acts of violence. He pretty much always managed to get blindsided by reminders that aliens and non-humans didn’t necessarily automatically get the same rights and protections humans were afforded, and that laws may need to be amended beyond even that to accommodate them.

Sometimes he found himself thinking back to his Dimension 23 version, and breathing a sigh of relief that he had the likes of Kevin, Rook, and yes even Argit to bring that sort of thing to his attention.

“You should run it by Gwendolyn,” he said, cutting off Argit’s answering glower quickly, “you know she’d help, and between the two of you this’ll be law within the year.” Argit huffed, but nodded with a begrudging noise.

“A’ight,” he said. “Still, sign it. Want your name on there first, put that fame to use.” Snickering, Ben nodded. It wasn’t the first or last time, and another reason he had to be careful what he signed anymore. But everything seemed in order as best as he could tell, and he’d check in with Gwen to make sure it’d been run by her in a few days. And it was a very important cause.

With a pleased smile that earned one in kind, he scrolled back to the bottom and put down his name.

[imastrangeone98]

The Room Where It Happened - Chapter 2: We Got a Plan To Make

(A/N: I'm gonna go on a whim and not make it a story, more of a oneshot compilation disguised as a story XD that way I won't lose motivation trying to piece the whole thing together and not worry about plot holes *laughs in delusion*)

Also now that "reader" (my unnamed oc) is officially given more lines and POV she will be henceforth referred to as "you"

Chapter 1 if you missed it

"Any news on the runaways?"

The two Peters flinched, but the second one quickly gathered his courage. "We managed to track them to Earth-4218, but they seemed to know we were hot on their tails. They disappeared to..."

They glanced at each other, anticipating the volcano that was sure to erupt.

"...To Earth-51802."

As if the air wasn't cold enough, the temperature shot down even further. Miguel's aura, hostile as it already was, became even more vicious. So without any further word, the two Peters quickly made haste to exit the room.

Miguel, oddly enough, paid them no heed. Teeth gritted to nubs, he grabbed the back of his chair and squeezed. The plastic immediately cracked, and with a sharp yell, he threw it behind him.

The chair clattered and rattled as it fell, much like his own thoughts. Memories swarmed him, rattling in his brain as though they were rockets and fired point blank.

Your world. Of all the goddamn places to go, they went to your world.

He snarled. Hobie. No other person, Peter or otherwise, would choose that universe if they knew what was good for them.

"Dammit, Brown..." he growled. Miguel turned his back on the screens, ready to scream into his pillows yet again. But, against his better judgement, he returned back to the desk, swiftly scanning through several memory recordings to land on one.

The one of you.

His eyes softened at the sight. Without realizing, his hand reached up to brush your pixelated face.

"Ay, amor," he sighed heavily. "¿Dónde nos equivocamos?"

[...]

"Miles Morales? That's a name that slips off the tongue!" you chuckled, offering Pavitr yet another 김밥, which he eagerly shoved in his mouth before quietly asking for fourths. "Honestly, it doesn't surprise me that Miguel went so hard after that poor kid, especially if he's that so-called 'original anomaly.' Still doesn't justify a grown-ass man going ham on a child."

Gwen sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "It's my fault," she finally sighed. Her voice was hoarse and hiccupy, and you immediately moved to offer her a tissue. "I should've never visited him. I should've told him the truth, but I... I was scared. I thought he wouldn't... he wouldn't..."

Peter B. patted her shoulder in silence. The others didn't say much either.

"...Well. I'm sure there's a lot you should've done," you said to your tormented other self. "But believe me, that time will be better spent figuring out how you're gonna help him now. And right now, we should come up with a plan. After you get some shut-eye and more food in your bellies."

When Gwen tried to protest, you shushed her and placed more 떡볶이 in her mouth, effectively shutting her up.

"There's plenty more food back at my hideout; let's head out. I may be Miguel's worst nightmare at the moment, but that still might not stop him from having eyes on us." You ushered the young ones away from the 포장마차 and started swinging away, making sure the others kept close behind you.

"You said you knew Miguel, right? How come I never met you before?" Pavitr asked you. Gwen nodded alongside him, also clearly curious.

You scratched the back of your neck. "Uh... I'll tell you all when we get there." You glanced back to Peter B. "You didn't tell them?"

"Well, I..." he stammered, "I figured that after you left... they didn't need to know all the details. And besides, it's not my story to tell!"

You sighed, but nodded in understanding. "Fair enough."

You took them across the river towards an abandoned laboratory on the outskirts of the city. Carefully peeling back one of the loose boards, you ushered the small group in, standing in front of them proudly with your hands on your hips.

"Welcome, 여러분, to the Spider-Den!"

The group, excluding Peter B., stared in awe at the space. There were definitely similarities that the space had to their own: spare suits, repaired web shooters, vials upon vials of web fluid, amongst other things.

But the real knee jerker were the large spiders that scurried about: cleaning up the area, weaving new suits or repairing damaged ones, one even dangled over a stove, chopsticks held in its pincers.

"Don't mind them; they don't bite. The ones with shells actually like head rubs. 애기들, 우리 새로운친구들 침대 만드러줄수있니?“

Immediately, a few Joro spiders crawled from nowhere to corners of the building, swiftly fashioning what seemed like hammocks.

"Are they, like, your sidekicks or something?" Peni asked.

"Are they your pets? Where did you find them?" Pavitr jumped excitedly, eagerly patting a friendly black-and-white spiny spider.

"It's a long story," you sighed. "Basically, this factory used to test animals; one day, they decided to use genetic modification that... well... backfired against them. I found them after bringing the corporation down, and they couldn't leave the place they were made in. So I let them stay here, and I slowly made it into my base. In exchange, they let me stay with them and even help me out by taking care of my stuff."

The spider Pavitr was petting squeaked in response, nudging him, Noir, and Ham towards the stove, where the cooking spider was dishing out bowls of ramen for the group. But Gwen didn't budge, instead plopping herself down on a chair and resting her head on her fist.

The others soon gathered around you, bowls of food in hand, eagerly awaiting your story while slurping on their noodles. Hobie simply chuckled and leaned against the wall with Mayday crawling over his shoulders.

You sighed. "I'll warn you right now, it's not much of a story."

"Try us."

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A/N: completely unrelated but I downloaded Twitter for the fanart; the fandoms make me want to delete the app 🙃 also forgive me for the Spanish; I broke out my old high school Spanish textbook and spanishdict for this and I still think I got it wrong

¿Dónde nos equivocamos? - where did we go wrong?

김밥 - gimbap; korean rice rolls with various fillings

떡볶이 - Korean spicy rice cakes with toppings, such as hard boiled eggs, fish cake, and glass noodles

포장마차 - Korean street stall that sells various street foods

여러분 - everyone

애기들, 우리 새로운친구들 침대 만드러줄수있니? - babies, could you make some beds for our new friends? (애기들 is a term of endearment usually meant for friends/family younger than you, and also for pets)

[meatloafhoagie]

random guitar hero headcanons to get to know a bit more about the characters!

- Izzy has two older sisters (canon that he has older sisters, not confirmed how many, so I'll say two) - Gwen Sibiya and Penny Sibiya. Izzy's real name is Isaac Sibiya. They are all from South Africa and moved to the United States when Izzy was six, which is why Izzy's accent is a South African-American hybrid one. He would often rummage through his sisters' makeup and clothes, copying their style! These were his earliest feats of fashion androgyny. 

- Izzy has a tongue piercing...enough said.

- Judy has a split tongue...also enough said.

- Lars Umlaut, despite his scary look, really can't bring himself to be scary in real life. He is also afraid of big dogs (canon). 

- Casey's greatest fear is actually Bigfoot. She grew up in the south, so Bigfoot was a more notable wilderness monster she'd heard about. Another one is Crazy Man, which is an underground Appalachian one.

- When Judy learns something niche about someone, she secretly researches everything there is to know about this niche thing. For instance, when she discovered Casey is from the south, she spent hours researching southern Gothic facts. Also when Xavier spouts knowledge about rock history, she definitely searches that up, too. She once spent a whole day researching Wicca, as her aunt Missy is Wiccan, and of course, growing up in a conservative Catholic home has sheltered her from a lot of interesting topics outside of Biblical stories. So she researches like crazy in private. 

- One of Johnny's biggest regrets is being mean to people who don't deserve it. He has a hardcore punk rock exterior that means well, but sometimes he can be a bit too overbearing, which brings him to feel awful if he learns that the person on the receiving end of his short temper had actually good intentions. Over time he will learn to soften up. 

- Casey has a vulnerable side deep beyond her cynical, practical nature that she guards with her punches and her mouth. You'd have to be super duper close with her to see that. However, she asks for no one's pity, as she was raised to be independent. She, at times, will wish she wasn't so hardcore herself, that the life she's had would've made her a little softer, like Judy and Pandora and Midori. But at other times, she's glad she doesn't take anyone's BS. 

- Despite always standing up for herself and fighting for what's good for her, if push came to shove and the world was crashing down, Casey would definitely stand in the way of all her friends for them. She would fight for them because she is really caring and loving, deep down. She doesn't know how to talk about it, and would much rather show it. 

- In the event of a zombie apocalypse, Lars would be the leader and protector of the Guitar Heroes. Since I already have him as a father type figure in my AU, he would worry about getting everyone else to safety immediately - even if it risked his life. 

- Xavier WOULD bring someone back to life if he could - and that would be his mother Casydi Stone. He loved her so much, and not only does the world miss her music and her impact on rock, but he misses her as his mother.

- Lars is also scared of thunderstorms. He is a very sweet guy in real life. I love this headcanon and am sticking with it. 

- Judy has a complicated relationship with religion. On one hand she wants to believe in God and prays to Him in private sometimes. On the other hand, the strictness of her household growing up and the way everyone held the Bible over her head will always stick with her in a negative way.

- It is impossible to frighten or phase Midori. You could show her the scariest thing ever and she would just shrug and smile. 

- To elaborate a bit more on Midori's fearlessness - it's what makes her and Casey an unlikely but unstoppable duo. Casey is fearless in a way where she's scary, and Midori is fearless in a way where she shrugs and skips away in the face of danger. We have strong and confident fearless and carefree fearless. And we have an iconic duo when we have Casey and Midori.

- Pandora 100% believes in ghosts. She has also made friends with a few. As a teen she would oftentimes spend her Friday nights not at some high school party, or at some football game, or even out to eat with her family - you'd find her in her room, on the Ouja board, listening to Bauhaus and learning from ghosts. She even kept a diary chronicling her ghost adventures.  

- Pandora is not the best with words, or even expressing her love, but with Judy, she feels completely understood without saying a word at all. All she has to do is exist, and Judy will take her in without judgement. That was the first quality about Judy that she fell for - her lack of judgement. It was a breath of fresh air after growing up in a stuck-up violinist family as a goth.

- And because of this, Judy loves to just exist with Pandora. Because she knows that Pandora knows that she loves her just the way she is.

- That being said, Judy, I like to headcanon, is a great friend and an exemplary girlfriend. Very understanding, and not a lick of judgemental-ness in her. As I've said before, people either wanna be with Judy or be her!

- Casey is very, very intelligent. In private she has her head in a book or her eyes glued to a documentary. However, unlike Xavier, she does not spout out the facts she learns from her educational endeavors. She prefers to keep people guessing at how intelligent she is. She loves to prove people wrong about the assumptions they have of her. 

- Pandora has a terrible time picking up the moods people are in. She cannot read the room for the life of her. This is also because she is neurodivergent (in my AU). 

- The worst thing Lars has ever done was kill a fly. 

- Midori's favorite thing about the night is the nights she spends inside. Whether it's shredding her big black guitars in her bright, pink, adorable room or simply reading graphic novels while sipping hot drinks, she loves spending time alone at night in her cute PJ's. However, she hates to be alone for a while, and she gets a little sad if her friends are all preoccupied at night and can't hang out with her. She'd never press the issue with them, but it still makes her a little sad.

- Casey doesn't like children - but when it comes to Axel's daughter, Ellie, she is an accidental babysitter. Ellie really loves Casey, and although Casey is a little awkward about it, she still tries her best to be kind to her. 

- Lars' favorite black metal bands are Burzum, Gorgoroth, and Tsjuder. 

- The characters' moral alignments would be: 

Johnny - chaotic neutral

Judy - neutral good

Izzy - chaotic good

Pandora - neutral good

Axel - lawful good

Xavier - lawful good

Lars - lawful good

Casey - lawful neutral 

Midori - chaotic good 

- Xavier has some relatives who live in Jamaica! This is because his grandparents lived there. 

- As a boyfriend, Izzy is very physical, loving, and tender. His glam rock persona is a part of him, yes, but he always makes sure to treat you with respect and care. He doesn't really like groupies, surprisingly enough, because they're all girls, and I headcanon him as pansexual with a more male lean. He is not a rocker who objectifies women, and he genuinely gets upset when he sees it happening amongst other bands. 

- Judy holds a massive grudge against her parents - for instilling a perfectionist, conservative mindset into her that she has to break out of when starting her own rock journey. It will take her a while to forgive her mother the most, because of how she treated Judy as she began to grow up and become her own woman. Her parents wanted her to be a girl with knees splintered by church pews and Bible verses memorized to a T. Instead, Judy's love of alternative rock was who she really was.

- Johnny loves cats so much (canon!) but to elaborate more on this, he has ten of them - and most of them are little fluffy white kittens. 

- Casey has a really big, impressive wall of guitars in her house.

- Axel discovered his wife was cheating on him when Ellie ratted her out. And kids don't lie. 

- Izzy felt alone a lot as a child, despite his current energetic and carefree state. Because he was from South Africa and was a giant David Bowie nerd, he found it very hard to get along with the kids around him growing up. 

[peterpickedpaker]

God I love Spider-Man

TASM! Peter Parker pt 3

Not my gif btw

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Summary for pt 3: from Peters third person point of view. This chapter will follow him instead of the reader . The next meet between the masked hero and Y/N isn’t as he expected . But for some reason he enjoyed it . Causing Peter to look at Y/N in a whole new light .

Warning: Teasing, light choking, and mentions of marking .

A/N I’m so sorry I know I said I’d post every week but honestly as soon as I put myself on a schedule it don’t want to write haha . But I made this chapter super long and I hope y’all enjoy :)

Let me know if I should make a tag list !! Also if you’d want to be on it :)

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After an awkward and tension filled lunch, Y/N went home to relax before her shift . Peter and Gwen decided to hangout at her apartment .

“So Peter,” Gwen starts, “was it just me, or was the air at lunch so thick, it could’ve been cut with a knife ?” Peter shrugs .

“I don’t know, felt pretty normal to me .”

Although Gwen was Peters best friend, he wasn’t exactly comfortable talking about his, uh, secret sex life . “Oh come on, you’re so full of it .” She scuffs .

“Did you ask Y/N about it ?” He asks . “I’ve been with you this whole time . When would I have asked ?” She giggles . “Good point .” He stats leaning back on the couch . “Seriously though, what is going on between you two ?” Gwen asks .

“Did something happen in the car ?” She continues to push . “Gwen seriously .” Peters tone harsh . “Is it because of her Spider crush ?” Peter rolls his eyes as she keeps it up .

“Gwen.” He tries to stop her .

“I don’t think the crush is that deep Peter .”

“Gwen.” His annoyance growing .

“If I would have know you’d freak out like this I wouldn’t have made her tell you.”

“Gwe-“ she is quick to cut him off .

“Like Jesus Peter it’s not like you’re actually going to fall on her fire escape and try to fuck her .”

“GWEN” he raises his voice finally getting her attention . He bites his lip nervously as she waits him to continue .

Gwen notices him avoiding her gaze . “Oh my God .” It almost immediately clicks for her, she thinks . She stand from the couch . “Gwen it’s not what you think .” He panics .

“You like Y/N, don’t you ?” He cocks his head but decides to go with it . Because in his mind, it was better than her learning what actually happened .

“Please can we just drop it ? It’s stupid .” Peter says shamefully . Although he was technically lying about why he was being weird, he was questioning the whole dynamic with Y/N .

“Peter sweetheart, you can talk to me about it . Maybe I can talk to her and help .” He immediately shakes his head . “No please Gwen, do not meddle in this . I don’t even know how I feel or if I even have feelings . Just give me some time to think about . Please .”

She gives him a pitty smile . “Okay fine . I won’t say anything .”

“Thank you .” He lets out a sigh of relief .

“For now.” Gwen adds smirking . “Jesus.” Peter huffs causing Gwen to giggle .

“It’s not like there’s a chance she’d feel the same .” He states doubtfully . “Remember, she likes Spider-Man . Peter, you are Spider-Man .” Gwen says sitting down once again .

“As I said, I’m not even sure if I like her like that .” He looks at her side smiling . “Speaking of Spider-Man, duty calls .” He shrugs standing and grabbing his backpack .

“Ah yes, nothing like keeping the city safe will turn a girl off more .” Gwen stands following him to the window . “I think you should tell her .” She places her hand on his shoulder . “You know I can’t .”

“And why not ?” She questions .

“How do I know she wouldn’t tell anyone ? She may love Spider-Man, but she hates Peter Parker .” He sighs . “I trust her . And I know you trust my judgment . So what’s the real reason ?” Her voices rings with comfort .

“I can’t put her in danger .” He says looking down at his feet .

“Yet you have to question your feelings for her, Parker .” Her eyes soften when they meet his .

“I didn’t plan to tell you either .” He looks her up and down before jumping out her window . He quickly shoots a web to the closest building .

Peter couldn’t help but think about Y/N . He had convinced himself the reason he hadn’t told her he was Spider-Man was because he couldn’t trust someone who hated him to keep his secret . But when he finally said it out loud, he knew he was full of shit .

He simply could not imagine being the reason she ever got hurt .

Gwen only found out by accident . He knew people knowing would put them in danger . He was meant to keep people safe, not put them directly in line of danger .

Once he’s a good distance away from Gwen’s he lands on the top of a building . He pulls out his Spider-Man suit changing into it . He webs his backpack to the side of a vent before quickly jumping off and swinging off .

The night was pretty slow . Nothing too crazy just a few petty thefts and jaywalkers almost getting hit by cars . Peter looked at his watch seeing it was almost midnight .

For some reason he thought about how Y/N was probably getting home soon . ‘Maybe I should stop by.’ He thinks to himself . He shakes his head laying his palm on his forehead . “No, no I can’t do this again .” He huffs .

“But maybe I can just make sure she gets home safe .” He smirks to himself thinking he’s a genius .

He swings over to the bar Y/N works at . He lands on the building across the street so he’d have a view of her leaving . She comes out not much longer .

“Have a good night Jared !” She shouts waving to another bartender . Peter lightly smiles to himself . But quickly shakes it off . “What the hell was that ?”

He watched from a distance as she starts walking home . She puts her hood up, sticking her hands in her pockets .

Peter hops from building to building doing his best to stay hidden but also keeping her in his view .

What he didn’t know is Y/N is pretty good at being aware of her surroundings saying she has to walk home at night . She knew someone was watching her, just wasn’t sure who or where .

He notices her pace picks up a bit . He realizes he probably is freaking her out . “Shit.” He whispers .

He tries to think of the best way to announce himself without scaring her out more . But while he was thinking he accidentally trips . “Ow, fuck.” He whines a bit louder than intended .

“Is someone up there ?” She shouts . “I can throw a good punch . Don’t test me .”

“Ah no, no need for that .” He stands coming into her vision . Her hood must have fallen when she looked up . Her hair now blowing in the wind .

“Oh thank god .” She lets out a breathe of relief . They both stand in there spots for a second just looking at each other .

“You plan to stand up there all night or do you want to walk me home so I don’t get assaulted .” She jokes but also not really .

He swings down landing a few feet in front of her . “I have a better idea .” He states making her cock her head in confusion . “Here, come here .” They both walk towards each other .

“Put your arms around my neck .” He says . She bites the inside of her lip nervously . “Okay..” she trails off awkwardly as she very lightly placed her arms around him . “You might want to hold a little tighter than that .” He chuckles .

She does as she’s told . “Okay now jump .” She looks up at him, “jump ?” She questions . “Just trust me . Please .” She nods . “I do trust you .”

Her words make his heart flutter . ‘What the hell’ he thinks once again .

She tightens her grip on him before jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist . “Comfortable ?” He asks . “Very .” She smiles wishing she could see his eyes .

“Well, hold on tight .” He shoots a web a building, “I don’t think I can hold much-“ she was interrupted when Peter pulls them up . “OH MY GOD !” She squeals wrapping herself tighter, even though she was convinced she couldn’t .

“You doing okay ?” Peter asks as he feels her tuck her head into his neck . “Oh yeah ! I’m great just GREAT .” She yells the last part when she feels them drop .

“You’re okay . I promise . I’ve got you .” He wraps his arm around her waist giving her side a squeeze .

“Oh yeah I believe you . 100% trust us just flying through the air completely reliant on a WEB . A literal WEB.” He chuckles lightly .

“Look up Y/N .” He says softly . “No no, I’m a okay shoved into your shoulder !”

“Come on, you can do it .” He encourages . He feels her take a deep breath . She slowly lifts her face . “Holy shit !” She yells . Peter wasn’t 100% sure if it was fear or excitement .

“This is FUCKING AMAZING !!” She giggles as he shoots a web one right after another . “There’s your place .” Peter states slowing his swinging .

He does his best to land gently on her fire escape . But still makes a thud . “Holy fuck .” She tightens his grip once again . “You’re home .”

“Ah damn already ?” She unwraps from around him . “That was so much fun !” He takes note of her giddiness .

“Funny coming from the girl who spent almost the whole time hiding .” She shrugs . “Fair point spidey .” She says .

“Spidey ? I think I like it .” He smiles although she can’t see it . She chuckles as she reaches for the window, opening it up . “Coming in ?” She turns around when she’s about half way in .

“Uh, I don’t know . Maybe I shouldn’t .” He trails off . “Oh come on, I make some banging pasta and I’ve been dying to watch this new true crime documentary .”

Peter knows he shouldn’t, but he was climbing in before he even let himself think about it .

Y/N walks over to the kitchen putting a pot on the stove with water . “I get to use my big pot ! I never have people over so I usually am just cooking for one .”

She widens her eyes, “I- I mean, listen I totally have friends . I’m not some lonely loser . I’m just weird about who I let come over . God this is probably so not helping .”

Peter chuckles . “No you’re good . I understand what you were trying to say .” She nods but he could tell she was still embarrassed . “I’m going to go change .” She awkwardly says walking to her room .

He looks around taking in her decor . The last time he was here, he was what you could call, distracted .

He noticed a collage of painting on the wall . He stands walking towards them . He takes note they all have her initials in the corner . One piece catches his eye the most .

“Okay so this time I’m actually wearing pants .” He turns meeting Y/N’s eyes . “Who’s this ?” He ask pointing at a painting of three people on the wall .

Peter knew who they were, but Spider-Man shouldn’t . “Oh them ? The blonde is my best friend Gwen and the dude is her best friend Peter .” She says walking to the stove to stir the pasta .

“Are you not also friends with the ‘dude’ ?” He asks walking over to the island . He hops up taking a seat . “Um, not really I suppose .” She turns to meet his masked face .

“Oh really ? How come ?” Peter asks trying to sound  inconspicuous . She sighs walking to the coffee table to grab her phone and plays music .

“The Neighbourhood ? I love them .” Peter says .

“Yeah this is actually Peters playlist . The one and only complement I’ve ever given him to his face is how good his music taste is . And I truly believe that . One of the many reasons I’m so confused as to why we don’t get along . We have quite a bit in common .”

“For some reason the second we met, we both just kind of decided we didn’t like one another . I’m not exactly sure why but it’s just how it’s always been . Want a beer ?” She opens the fridge grabbing herself one .

“I’m okay . But back to this Peter guy..” she giggles as she takes the cap off the beer . “Why are you so interested in my, how do I say this without sounding like an asshole, my nemesis ? My enemy ? I don’t even know .”

“I don’t know with music taste like this, just have to assume he’s a pretty cool dude .” Peter says trying to read her body language .

He watches as she turns off the stove and strains the noodles in the sink, her hands shaking a bit .

“That’s the thing . I totally think he is . He’s really funny, super sweet to Gwen, and he’s not ugly . But I just don’t think I can change this dynamic we’ve build over the past couple years .” Peter listens, but stays stuck on all the nice things she just admitted to him .

A bit of guilt sitting in his chest .

“Gotta be honest with you love, doesn’t really sound like you hate him .” He says holding his hands out for her walk over to him .

She puts her hands in his and he draws her in closer . He places his hands on her waist lifting her onto the counter next to him with ease . She pulls her knees to her chest .

“Well if I’m honest, it’s cause I don’t . I’ve never said I hated him because it’s just not true .” She takes a deep breath . “Man I really wish I brought my beer over-” she’s cut off when Peter shoots a web grabbing it and holding it out for her .

“Ah man, remind me to keep you around . Make you do things for me .” She chuckles . “Is that all I’m useful for ?” He states turning towards her .

“Oh definitely not . I usually make sure men know they are only useful to me when they do things for me, but for some reason you feel” she pauses, “different .” He couldn’t help but smile, looking down at his lap .

“Ah ew i don’t know why I said that . I’m sorry, i’ll just go finish our pasta .” She hops down, getting things from the fridge to mix in a sauce pan .

“Hey no, no need to apologize .” He follows behind her, lightly grabbing her wrist to turn her around . She pulls away turning back to the sauce .

“Oh come on, no need to get shy about it . You know as a super hero, I tend to hear things like that a lot .” He tries to be comforting but quickly realized it sounded extremely cocky .

“Jesus that is not what I meant . I didn’t not intend on sounding so douchey .” He says apologetically .

She couldn’t help but laugh a bit . “All good spidey . I get what you were trying to do . Doesn’t make me feel less awkward about what I said, but I do appreciate it .” She smiles at him .

They both thought about how they just kind of got each other . Saying the wrong thing wasn’t really wrong cause they understood .

“But anyway, head on over to the couch and I’ll bring yah a bowl . Think you can handle turning on the tv ?” She jokes .

“I don’t know, think that might be too hard of a task . Even for Spider-Man .” He throws back before sitting down on the couch .

He reaches for the remove clicking on the television . He looks over and sees Y/N standing in her toes to reach the bowls on the top shelf .

“Aren’t you the only one who lives here ?” Peter asks . “Yeah why ?” She questions finally reaching them . “So why wouldn’t you put things wear you can reach them ?”

She turns facing him with her hands on her hips . “It’s about aesthetic bug boy .”

He immediately laughs . “Hey hey, don’t laugh at me .” She furs her eyebrows in frustration . “The cabinet are glass so you can see right into them . It’s looks so much better like this . I tried other ways but it just wasn’t as beautiful .”

He continues to laugh . “I’m sorry i’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at you . I have trust in your interior design skills . But ‘bug boy’ ? At least bug man !” He argues while still laughing .

“Oh it’s bug BOY . Get used to it .” She laughs as she sits down handing him a bowl .

“Wow this looks amazing .” He inhales taking in the scent . “Thank you, thank you . Let me know how it tastes .” She smiles taking a bite .

Peter grips the bottom of his mask rolling it just above his top lip . Y/N pauses with the fork in her open mouth . Her eyes tracing his lips .

“Something on my face ?” He jokes causing her to blush and finally take the take the bite off her fork . “No no, all is good .” She says with her mouth full causing him to chuckle .

“So I know you said you wanted to watch this documentary but, truthfully, I really enjoy just talking to you . What’s the chance we can keep doing that ?” Peter says trying to hold down the butterflies while taking a bite .

What he didn’t know, she felt them too .

“Okay yeah . I’d be okay with that .” Y/N smiles looking down at her bowl . “I want to know you.” Peter states sitting his pasta on the coffee table .

“What do you want to know, bug boy ?” She repeats his actions but sits cris cross facing him . “Anything, everything ? Whatever you want to tell me .” He crosses his leg over the other leaning back fo face her .

“I have a stick and poke tattoo on my ankle I got when I was 16 .” She smiles . “Oh no shit ! Can I see ?” She immediately shakes her head .

“Absolutely not, it’s horrible . I was told it would fade in 2 years . 4 years later, that bitch is still here .” She notices him looking down at her ankle . “Don’t you dare .” She quickly tries to grab her ankle to tuck it under her but he moves much faster .

“Please no, it’s so embarrassing !” She shouts trying to pull from his grasp . “I’m gonna see it wether you want me to or not Y/N !” He says laughing .

She huffs in defeat, going limp . Instead of just pulling down her socks he starts at her knee . Slowly tracing down her calf, keeping eye contact .

She bites her lip nervously, her breath shaking . The tension immediately building .

But that tension is quickly extinguished when he rips her sock off with no remorse . “AHA ! Wait what ? I’m sorry ..” he pauses . She cocks her head blinking rapidly with attitude . “What is it ?” He couldn’t help but burst out laughing .

She pulls her foot away, “okay first, my sock please .” She states holding her hand out . He grabs it with a web even though it was definitely within arms length .

“Was that necessary ?” She asks as he places the sock in her hand . He shrugs giggling . “Second, it’s supposed to be diamonds .” He couldn’t help but laugh, which only made her laugh .

“Okay okay ! We are done laughing about me . It’s your turn now . You must tell me something embarrassing or I’ll never speak to you again .”

He scuffs “oh me ? Spider-Man has never done anything embarrassing in his life .” She raises a brow challenging him .

“You know there Spider-Man falling compilations on YouTube right ?” His eyes immediately widen at her statement .

“Oh my god, you really don’t know ?” She smirks feeling as if she’s won something . “I don’t make it much of a habit to google myself . For reason as such .”

He mentally facepalms when he realizes Y/N, does and has google Spider-Man . And of course what she’d find is him falling .

“I think I know how we should spend the rest of the night .” She grabs the remote but he’s quick to grab it with a web .

“Yeah, I don’t think so love .” She narrows her eyes before lunging at him . His quick reflexes allows his to pull it out of reach . She now straddles him as he hold the remote above his head .

“This is not fair . You’ve got freakishly long arms ! Cheater !” She continues to reach .

“I’m sorry, I didn’t ask to be build like a pipe cleaner .” She immediately stops her actions placing here hands on his chest, staring into the eyes of Peters mask .

“What ?” He asks confused .

“Pipe cleaner ?” He could tell she was trying her hardest to not burst out laughing . “I sense I’ve made a mistake .”

“You have no idea, pipe cleaner .” She smirks lightly gripping his suit .

They both look down to see the position they have ended in . “Uh I-I, you know-, I just, I’m sorry .” She stutters trying to climb off .

“Not so fast .” Peter says gripping her waist pulling her bad down . “You know what i don’t get about you ?” Peter asks leaning forward . Y/N could feel his hot breath on her neck .

“Huh ?” She barely manages to get out . “How you can go from being the boldest person I know, to a nervous little mouse in seconds .” His voice rang with seduction .

His lips gently brush her exposed collar bone causing her to shutter . “You were so big and bad just a minute ago . Fighting me for a stupid remote . Yet, here you are, completely under my control .”

Peter could tell she was desperately wanting to argue back . But before she could speak, he plants a kiss on her shoulder .

It’s gentle, tender .

Before another kiss, his slides his hand up to her neck, lightly squeezing the sides causing her to rock her hips .

The next kiss lands on her collarbone . This one a bit more rough . He continues to trail along her chest .

Peter watches as Y/N tilts her head back, closing her eyes in enjoyment . “Giving me so much access to any part of you . Trusting me with your body .” He whispers in her ear .

He moves his hand to the back of her neck as he nibbles her ear lobe . “Tell me Y/N,” he pausing kissing her neck, “would you stop me if I tried to mark you ?”

He feels her try to push her thighs together . “Use your words, princess .” He coos trailing more aggressive kisses along her neck .

“No, I wouldn’t stop you .” The first words to leave her mouth this whole time .

“I’ll keep that in mind .” He states dropping her neck and leaning back again . When his touch leaves her, she sits up looking at him .

“So all that for what ?” He takes note of her frustration .

“Don’t like being teased, beautiful ?” He taunts . “Um no, not really . I’m pretty good at getting what I want .” She huffs in annoyance .

“Well that’s to bad huh .” He leans to the side to see the tv . He clicks through her favorites to find the  documentary she had spoken about .

She looks around with pure confusion . She slowly removes herself from his lap, now facing the screen .

“This one right ?” He turns to look at her . “Uh yeah .” She finally shakes out of the trace she had been in .

“Come here .” Peter says as he lays along the couch, reaching his arms out .

Although it felt weird to Peter to be asking the girl he’s supposed to not be able to stand to cuddle, Spider-Man didn’t mind .

Y/N crawls right over to him wrapping her arms around his waist nuzzling into his stomach .

“Comfortable ?” Peter asks as he runs his fingers through her hair . “Indeed . Are you ?” She looks up at him .

“Completely .”

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Along Came a Spider

Major Spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home. Please read at your own risk!

Fandom: Marvel, Spider-Man, Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Spider-Man Word Count: 4132 Note: 3rd Person Reader

Thank you to @babblydrabbly for beta reading this for me!

@fairchildflag, @swaggysposts

Peter had been in this strange new universe for more than a day now. Everything seemed so familiar yet so different at the same time. And ever since he arrived, he had been having this feeling that he was supposed to find someone. Someone who needed his help. But it wasn’t until a magic portal opened up in front of him and he met MJ and Ned that he understood why he was brought here. Their Peter Parker was going through one of the worst moments of his life, a moment he himself had also experienced. So, after comforting the younger kid (the one they had dubbed Peter 1) along with the older Peter (who they called Peter 2), the three Peter Parkers headed down off the roof to start trying to work on cures for everyone.

As they reached the ground, Peter 1 paused. “Wait, I need to go grab someone.”

He turned and hurried down a side alley. Both other Peters exchanged a look but followed after him. When they got to the end, Peter saw a girl in a dirty, tattered jacket standing with her back to them. But as soon as she heard them approaching, she turned around and Peter felt like he had just been punched in the gut. Because behind the soot brushed over her cheeks and the tinted goggles obscuring her eyes, he would recognize that face anywhere.

“Gwen…” the name passed through his lips a mix between a whisper and a prayer.

Her eyes snapped to him immediately, a look of recognition passing over her face. But instead of the joy or astonishment he expected to see, he watched in surprise as she tensed up, crouching immediately into an attack stance. He reeled back as she hissed menacingly in his direction, revealing a set of sharp fangs. She stalked furiously through the alley and just as it looked like she was about to charge at him, Peter 1 jumped in front of her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, it’s okay, calm down! He’s a friend! He won’t hurt you, I promise.”

She hissed again loudly but didn’t try to come any closer. “He already has. He’s the one who did this to me. He’s been trying to hunt me down and kill me for years.” She tried lunging at Peter, but Peter 1 held her back.

Peter looked at her confused, stumbling forward towards her. “No…I don’t… Gwen, I would never..”

“Who the hell is Gwen and why do you keep calling me that?” she growled angrily, baring her sharp teeth.

“But you’re…” the realization suddenly dawned on him, and his heart plummeted. “You’re not her, are you? Yo-you look just like her but you’re from a different dimension.”

She loosened her stance slightly at this suggestion, slinking just a few inches closer but without as much malice as before. She pulled off her goggles to get a better look, revealing a pair of soulless black eyes. Quirking her head to one side, she stared intensely at Peter’s face. Finally, she eased into a more relaxed position. “And you’re not him. Or at least, I don’t think you are. He’s tried to fool me before.”

He gave a soft, bitter chuckle. “No, trust me, I’ve never seen you before. I would have remembered the eyes and the teeth. My Gwen did not have those.”

She glared at him once more before ducking her head as a grimace of pain flashed across her face. After a moment, the grimace softened and she looked back at Peter, her eyes now the identical color to Gwen’s. “Yeah, well I didn’t always have ‘em either.” She tensed again as a shiver ran down her frame.

Peter 1 looked at her concerned. “Are you okay?”

She nodded slightly as she straightened to her full height, seeming more controlled, more human than she had a few seconds ago. “Yeah, for now. It comes and goes but it’s getting worse again.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out soon.” Peter 1 placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and she gave him a small smile. But as soon as her eyes darted back to Peter, they narrowed and flashed black for a split second.

Peter 1 gave her shoulder another squeeze before turning to the other two. “Guys, this is Recluse. She’s been helping me try and save everyone else. In her universe she was infected with their version of what gave us our powers, but it wasn’t compatible with her system. So…”

He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence, but Recluse finished for him. “So, I became this monster. A creature that’s not fully human anymore.” Her voice was full of disdain and Peter watched her fighting to hold back something within herself as she stared daggers at him. He’s the one who did this to me. He’s been trying to hunt me down and kill me for years. Could it be true? Could her Peter Parker really have done this to her?

She finally dragged her gaze from Peter and turned to Peter 1, her expression softening immediately. “How are you doing? You know, with everything?”

Peter 1’s face cracked for a second but he nodded. “Better. These guys helped me come to terms with some stuff and I realized that May wouldn’t want me to give up on any of you.” He hesitated before adding gruffly. “Even Osborn.”

Recluse gently patted his shoulder. “She would be proud of you. I only knew her for a few hours, but I could see how much she loved you.”

Tears started trailing down Peter 1’s face and she gathered him into her arms. Peter watched as this woman who looked so much like Gwen comforted the other Peter and he couldn’t stop thinking back to when Gwen had held him like that. He turned away, fighting back his own tears, and wondering if there was a universe out there where he and Gwen had found a way to be happy together.

Once inside the lab, the three Peters split up the tasks and got to work. Recluse moved between Peter 1 and Peter 2, helping out in any little way she could. At first, she avoided Peter like the plague, not even glancing in his direction. However, as time went on, it seemed like she became curious about what he was working on, and she started drifting a little closer to his table. He tried to act like he didn’t notice, in the hopes of not scaring her off again. And it seemed to work, because soon, she was peering over his shoulder at the cure for Dr. Connors he was finishing up.

As casually as he could, he asked, “Could you hand me that beaker over there please?”

She hesitated before reluctantly passing it to him. He smiled as he took it from her, but she just turned and walked away. Peter 1 and Peter 2 had been watching the entire interaction with interest and they exchanged a look as she hurried off.

After a moment of awkward silence, Peter 1 cleared his throat and held up a slide with some blood on it. “Well, guys, I’ve been trying to figure out a cure for Recluse all day, but the formula is really different from the one from this universe. I can probably figure it out given enough time but….”

“We don’t have a lot of time to spare.” Peter 2 finished for him. Peter 1 nodded.

“Let me see.” Peter walked over, took the slide from Peter 1 and examined it under the microscope. “It’s not exact, but this is really close to the formula from my universe. I worked with it pretty extensively while looking for a cure for Harry so I should be able to figure something out here.”

Recluse once again turned back to Peter, but this time instead of anger there was a spark of hope behind her eyes. “Really? You think…. I mean..”

“I can’t make any promises, but I can sure give it a try.” He gave her his most reassuring smile and she gave him just the smallest one in return. But it was a start.

While Peter started organizing his supplies, Peter 2 asked, “Um, Recluse, if we’re going to work on a cure for you, it might help to know a little more about how you got like this. You said something about your Peter Parker doing this to you? Do you mind telling us what happened?”

“Um, sure…If you really think it would help.” She shifted nervously and with a sad sigh, she began, “My Peter was my whole world. We’d been together since freshman year, even before he got his powers. And afterwards, I gave up everything to be with him, but it still wasn’t enough. He kept pushing me to become stronger, more powerful. He wanted to use the spider venom that gave him his powers on me, but I kept saying no. I had seen what it did to other people who had tried it and I was scared. Peter claimed he understood, but it was a lie, and I should have known better.

“He waited one night until I was asleep and injected me with the venom. I woke up screaming in agony, my whole body trying to reconstruct itself into something it couldn’t handle. When he saw it wasn’t working, he gave me some transfusions using his own blood. Apparently, his DNA held the secret to getting the formula to work, but it was too late. It stopped the venom from destroying me further, but the damage had already been done. I was left like this.” She wiggled her fingers, drawing attention to the claw-like nails once again protruding from the end of each one. “I’ve learned to control it for the most part, but when I get really emotional, either scared or angry or hurt, it takes over.”

Peter 1 spoke up softly, “What happened to your Peter afterwards?”

Recluse hung her head, picking anxiously at her nail beds. “He was disgusted at what I had become. He could only see me as a failure, a mistake after that. So, he threw me aside to fend for myself. I didn’t know how to control it yet, and I had a lot of people after me because they knew I was connected to Spider-Man….. It was a rough few years. Then, once I started coming into my own and fighting back, he didn’t like that either. He framed me for some horrible crimes, made me public enemy number one. I’ve been on the run for the past year. So, when I saw you”- she looked at Peter - “I thought he had followed me here to kill me. Sorry about the mix up.”

Peter shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine. I probably would’ve thought the same thing in your position. In fact, I kinda did when I thought you were Gwen.”

She nodded. “Good point. I guess it’s one crazy coincidence, us ending up here together.”

“I guess so.” They stared at each other for a long moment before Peter glanced back down at the microscope, clearing his throat. “So, uh, I think I might be able to come up with something. Just give me some time to run some calculations.” And with that, everyone turned back to their respective projects.

Peter was making surprisingly good progress with the formula. He kept jumping from the computer to the microscope to the chemicals back to the computer. And the whole time, he was muttering calculations and equations softly to himself. After a while, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and glanced up to see Recluse sitting on the tabletop across from him, smiling broadly.

“What?” Peter asked with a small chuckle.

She shook her head softly. “God, you remind me of him….Like the old him, before he got his powers. He was the sweetest, smartest guy I had ever met. Dorky, and funny, and awkward in the most adorable way.” She laughed, staring off into space, back in time. “His smile, his laugh….They would just brighten my day, no matter what had been happening. All it took was one look, and everything was better.”

However, all the joy in her face soon drained away as her thoughts shifted to less happy memories. “And then he got bit. At first, everything was great. He was the hero I always knew he could be. But over time, he changed. He became too mesmerized by the power and the opportunities it provided him. It happened so gradually by the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late. I woke up with a needle stuck in my neck.”

Recluse began to shift on the table, kneading her hands together roughly. Peter watched her claws start to emerge once again, and he gently laid his hands over hers. She flinched in surprise, but soon under his touch all the tension slowly leaked out of her body. She gave him a small smile of appreciation. “Thanks. No one’s ever…most people just get scared when I start shifting like that.”

“It’s okay. I trust you not to hurt me.” Peter smiled back at her.

Her smile widened before she glanced away. “Sorry, it’s just…hard…looking at you sometimes. Trying not to see him.”

“Trust me, I get it.” Peter sighed.

“Oh yeah, your Gwen, I keep forgetting. I’m really sorry. I guess me being here probably brings back some bad memories too.” She tried to pull her hands away, but Peter kept a firm hold on them.

“Yes and no. They’re not all bad memories. And it’s getting easier, you know? The more I get to know you, the less I see her. And I’m glad you’re getting a little more comfortable being around me.”

“Yeah, well…. You make it hard to stay mad at you.” She nudged his shoulder playfully. “Now what can I do to help?”

It took a long time, but the two of them finally came up with a potentially viable cure for Recluse’s….condition. As they worked, she had let more and more of her walls down and Peter started to see the person behind all the pain. The person she was before she had been betrayed by the man she trusted most in her world. And he liked this person he was seeing. A lot. More than anyone he had met since Gwen. Every laugh, every accidental touch, every exchange of glances sent a small shiver down his spine. But he had to keep reminding himself that they were from two different worlds. Literally. And when this was over, they would each have to return to their own home, alone once more.

But before any of that mattered, they needed to try and cure her. As she settled into the chair, nervously fidgeting with the armrests, he hovered above her with the syringe.

“Listen, are you sure you want to do this? I’m pretty sure it will work, but there’s still a good possibility that it could make you worse or even kill you.”

She nodded. “I understand. But I can’t live like this anymore. If this is my only chance to be myself again…. I’ll risk it.” He nodded back and started to hand the needle off to one of the other Peters, but she grabbed his hand. “Can…can you do it?”

Peter was startled by the request, but said, “Uh, yeah, of course. But are you sure?”

“Yes. I trust you not to hurt me.” Recluse gave him a small smile of encouragement.

So, Peter took the syringe and gently inserted it into her arm. He pressed down on the plunger, injecting the serum into her veins. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, her body jerked sharply, her back arching violently as a scream tore from her lips. Her hands clutched wildly at the arms of the chair as her nails grew longer, sharper. Her teeth extended farther, becoming more fang-like than ever before. And her eyes turned black once again, but this time, the darkness seeped out into the neighboring veins, sending inky black lines crawling across her face. Peter placed one hand firmly on her shoulder and the other on her wrist, trying to calm her in any way but she didn’t even seem to register his touch.

With one last, almost animalistic howl, she collapsed back into the chair, unmoving and no longer breathing. However, as she lay there motionless, her nails and teeth began to slowly retract back to their normal lengths. And even though her eyes were closed, Peter watched as the black veins around her eyes faded and disappeared. But even once she had returned to normal, she didn’t stir.

Looking down at the still body in front of him, Peter couldn’t help but feel as if he had killed Gwen for the second time. Yet another girl had put her complete faith in him, and he had once again let her die. But then, Recluse let out a powerful gasp, bolting upright as her eyes flew open. They were clear without a hint of the blackness present. She looked down, staring in wonder at her now normal looking fingers. Slowly, she raised one to her mouth and ran it gently across her teeth, noting their perfectly ordinary length.

She gazed up at Peter, tears filling her shining eyes. “Thank you.” The words came out barely more than a whisper, but Peter could hear the joy and relief contained within them. She reached over and pulled him into a deep hug.

Peter was startled for a moment, but soon hugged her back. And just like this new universe, the hug felt so familiar yet so different at the same time. It felt sort of like hugging Gwen, but more than that, it felt like hugging Recluse. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the difference was, but it just exuded her energy. And for the first time since Gwen, he allowed himself to take comfort in the arms of another.

He could have stood there holding her forever, but the sound of the other two Peters shuffling behind him brought him back to reality. Pulling away, he cupped her face in between his hands. “Are you okay? Do you think it worked?”

She nodded emphatically, a single tear rolling down her cheek which Peter brushed away with his thumb. “Good. I’m so glad.” He hesitated. “I have to go, but I need you to stay here with Ned and MJ.”

The smile dropped from her face, instantly replaced by one of confusion. “What? No, Peter, I can help!”

“I know you want to, but without your powers…it’s just too dangerous. You have to stay here where it’s safe.”

“I won’t just abandon you three! Not after everything you’ve done for me. I need to help you!”

“No! Listen, I know we just met but I can’t……Recluse, I can’t…” He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, and his face crumpled in an unspoken emotion.

He felt her hands gently reach up to caress his face. “Hey, Peter, it’s okay. I’ll stay. Okay? I promise… but..” Now it was her turn to hesitate. “I know how you feel. I can’t either. So, I need you to be careful. Okay? Please. Just… come back in one piece. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

He nodded into her hair, not trusting himself to speak at that moment. Peter 1 approached and gently nudged Peter’s shoulder. “Look, I’m really sorry, but we have to go.”

Peter sighed and pried himself away from her embrace. And as he walked out the room, he glanced back one last time to see her sad smile wishing him luck.

Peter stumbled slightly as he looked around at the damage caused by the preceding fight. He was currently standing on what was left of the newest addition to the Statue of Liberty with Peter 2 sitting a few feet away, cradling his wounded side. It had taken a lot out of them all, but they had managed to cure each and every one of the inter-dimensional travelers. Which just left Peter wondering what happened next.

“Peter!”

He whipped around to see Recluse running towards him and he hurried to meet her. As soon as she was close enough, he swept her into his arms. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to stay at the school?”

“The Lizard chased me through the portal along with Ned and MJ, but I stayed out of the way of the fighting. But, oh god, are you okay?” She was trembling in his tight embrace.

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Never better.” He tried to laugh it off, but he was still slightly shaken from saving MJ earlier. A weight he hadn’t really realized he had been carrying had been lifted off of him, and for the first time since Gwen had died, he truly felt like himself again.

Recluse pulled back to examine him thoroughly. “Are you sure? I saw you take some really hard hits.”

“Yeah, I’m great. I’m just so glad to see you, Recluse.” He could feel himself smiling brighter than he had in years.

And Recluse returned his smile with just as much enthusiasm. “Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N”, Peter breathed, loving how her real name felt on his lips.

She lightly brushed his hair out of his face as she ran her hand down his cheek. Leaning forward, her face was just inches from his when Dr. Strange landed next to them, interrupting their moment.

Strange looked disheveled and stressed, but when he spoke, his voice was strong. “I don’t have much time. The spell was freed and people from all universes are trying to break through into this one. I need to reverse the spell now and send you all back.”

Y/N blanched as she grabbed his arm and pleaded, “Please, don’t make me go back there. Without my powers, I won’t be able to protect myself. I’ll be dead the second my Peter finds me.”

But the wizard just shook his head. “I’m so sorry, but based on the construct of the spell, you can only go back to a dimension that you are a part of or have a connection to. There’s nothing I can do to change that.”

“My blood.” All eyes turn to Peter. “I-I had to use my blood in the cure. It should still be in her system. It connects her to my dimension so she should be able to come back with me. Right?”

Her eyes sparkled vibrantly as she turned back to Dr. Strange. “Do you really think that would work?”

He considered for a moment. “Possibly. This spell has been altered so many times there is really no telling what might happen. But if what he says is true, there is a chance.”

She and Peter exchanged an eager glance before Peter asked. “So, what do we need to do?”

“When I activate the spell, hold onto each other tightly. The closer the contact, the better chance you will both end up in the same world.” Dr. Strange began to leave but then hesitated. “For what it’s worth, I wish you luck.”

As he flew into the sky, Peter turned to her nervously. “So, uh, what do you think? Want to come back with me?”

Her face was a jumble of joy and hesitation. “Peter….I’m not your Gwen and I never will be.”

“I know….and I’m not your Peter.”

“But would you be okay with that? Or every time you look at me, are you always just going to see her?”

He thought for a minute, trying to find the right words to express how he was feeling. “I’ll admit, at first I did. Whenever I looked at you, her name was the one in my head. But when I saw you running towards me just now, all I saw was you.”

She beamed up at him. “Me too. When I saw you were okay, there wasn’t any resentment or anger like I normally had. All I felt was relief that you were okay. You, not him.”

Peter wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her close to his chest. She leaned into his embrace happily. But after a few seconds, she pulled her face away to look at him.

“Peter…do you think…If this doesn’t work, I want to know at least once…” she stared longingly at his mouth.

With a smile, he bent down and as a brilliant golden light enveloped them, he pressed his lips firmly yet tenderly against hers.