#female spideys

[elgaberino-mcoc]

White Vis, U.S. Agent, Mockingbird, Hank Pym, Julia Carpenter, and Wonder Man are all ranked on the @MCOCwishlist 

No matter who wins #SummonersChoice, there are a lot of good characters still waiting for @MarvelChampions' bright future

#WestCoastAvengers #AvengersWestCoast

[woewriting]

BLOODLINES wednesday addams x vampire!reader

tags. mdni, +18 only! blood mention/drinking, reader's a vampire duh, no pronouns used, thigh riding, small master x pet dynamics at the end. word count. 1595 a/n. first wdw in weeks... just a small thing for my vampire fellas. | masterlist

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Your leg bounced up and down, the almost inaudible sound of the heel of your shoes hitting the wooden floor annoying the girl sitting next to you on the bed, the movements of your legs and the way you chewed on your bottom lip enough to get her annoyed.

Closing the book, Wednesday turned to you, eyes alternating between the irritating move and your features.

“Can you stop with that infuriating sound? It’s distracting me.”

“Uh?” You look at Wednesday, eyes darting from yours to your bouncing leg in a silent answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”

“Now that you do, stop it.”

“I can’t control it.”

Wednesday took a deep breath, bringing her hand to rest on top of your knee, forcing you to stop. Somehow, your leg was still shaking under her touch and now, a heatwave spread inside your body at the sudden touch, a bright red color threatening to take over your vision, a sharp pain in your gums.

You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to take control over your instincts. But Addams being so close to you with her almost unnoticeable perfume and hand on your thigh, it was hard and any small thing coming from her was enough to get you to lose control.

“You’re starving, aren’t you?” All you could do was nod, not wanting her to see the sharp fangs that sunk on the inside of your mouth. Removing her hand from your leg, you felt a weight being placed on top of your body instead. “Open your eyes, let me take a look at them.”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“I wasn’t asking. Open them now and look at me.”

Despise the calming way she spoke, her words and demanding tone were enough to get you to do as you were told, unable to resist the smell she had; It was like a spell placed on you.

Wednesday brought her hands to your face, opening your lips to see the sharp fangs you were hiding, pressing the tip of a finger under one, a single drop of raven blood poking out of the small wound was enough to cover your lower lip with her movement.

“Wends…” You warned with a hoarse voice, controlling the impulse to lick the sweet blood off of your lip.

The dark, silky sheets under your hands ripping off around your nails, stopping you from digging the skin of her waist. Knowing Wednesday, she would definitely make you pay for a new set.

Ignoring the warning timbre in your voice, Wednesday opened her white blouse, dragging the fabric away from her shoulder area along with the strip of her bra.

“Take it.”

“No.”

“If you want to keep that snarky tongue of yours, I suggest you to stop fighting and just do as I am telling you to.”

The second you focused on the cold, pale skin, of her neck, everything around you turned red, melting as you caught the sound of her blood flowing through her body, the steady pace of her heartbeat, muffling every small sound that surrounded the both of you.

All you could hear, see and smell, came from the small girl sitting on your lap. And that was all that matters.

The red, warm, sweet blood that kept her alive. The blood of a Raven, Wednesday being the last one of her bloodline known to you.

Noticing the lack of motion coming from your frozen body, the Addams girl gently tugged you by the back of your head, bringing you closer to her.

“Take it.” She whispered; fingers lost in your hair. “It’s all yours.”

“All mine…” You replied, lost in your red reality, barely processing what left her lips, all you could hear, loud and clear, was the pumping of her jugular, the sweet blood rushing through her veins.

Leaning in, your nose brushed on the cold skin, taking a deep breath. The ghostly touch causing the other to close her eyes. You opened your mouth, enough for the tip of your tongue to touch her, a surprised sigh coming from Wednesday.

“I profoundly hate when you do that.”

“Are you sure? Because I can hear every beat of your heart.” You placed a kissed near her collarbones. “And the way your thighs are pressing against mine.” Another kiss, a little bit higher.

“Stop talking. It’s an order.”

You laughed against her, hands slowly moving from the silky sheets to her thighs. “You’re in no place to boss me around, Addams.”

“I thought you enjoyed being my little pet.”

“I enjoy more when you’re my prey.”

Looking into your eyes, Wednesday could barely see the color of it, dark red mixed with golden strings covering most of your iris, pupils dilated in a black color. The veins under your eyes, disappearing and appearing as if it was following the beat of a music, little did she know it was synchronized with her own heartbeat.

It always felt like that, to be under her spell, if felt paralyzing, something in the way Wednesday smelled and tasted like, so sweet it was like drinking honey.

For her, having your teeth sinking in her neck, poison spreading through your saliva turning the pain into pleasure in just a few seconds. She would never admit, but being your personal blood bag made the pain settle in between her thighs.

She needed you as much as you needed her.

Why else would she sit on your lap and keep you around? Allowing you to follow every single step of hers like a lost puppy, holding you on a tight leash, stopping you from biting others like a misbehaved puppy.

Gulping, she licked her lips, your eyes following every single movement of her body. She felt like an addicted waiting for the next jet of poison, it’s been days since the last time you fed on her.

“Did you drink from somebody else?” You shook your head. You tried to, actually, blood bags, human blood straight from the vein, animal blood that you captured with Eugene’s help; they all tasted like garbage. “Then why are you refusing to do as I tell you to?”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A small grin tugged on her lips. “I want you to hurt me.”

A gush of adrenaline ran in the veins under your eyes the second you heard her whisper, eyes filled with a specific glow that you almost never see in Wednesday: excitement.

The moment your fangs dug in the cold skin, a low moan escaped between Wednesday’s parted lips, the fingers in your hair pulling you impossible closer. The hot, thick red liquid filled your mouth, the iron taste almost unnoticeable, being replaced by a sweet taste that only she had.

Throwing her head back in an attempt to give you more access to her neck, she didn’t even notice that small rhythm her hips were following against your legs, rubbing herself on you. Her scent, stronger than ever, filling every centimeter of your lungs like smoke.

Moving your hands to her hips, you bruised the covered skin as you helped her steady movements. Opening her lips to take a deep breath soon became a breathless moan, your name escaping her parted lips as you drank more and more from her, the poison spreading through her veins as you lick the open wound, capturing what escaped from your hungry mouth before biting her again.

Wednesday was weak in your arms, the hot feeling in the pit of her stomach getting hotter and hotter as she rounded her hips on your leg, a wet stain on the fabric of your jeans as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head and body falling back, being held by your hands.

Switching positions, you laid the small girl on her bed, dark silky sheets embracing her body as you laid on top of her to lick around her neck, not wasting a single drop of the precious blood that you couldn’t go without.

Kissing your way up to her face, Addams still had her eyes closed, a fainted reddish color spread on her cheeks as she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, she was met with your golden ones, shining like a star in the night sky. She caressed your face, thumb swiping your lips to collect the thick liquid that covered them before gently sucking on them, maintaining the eye contact; a satisfied hum in her throat.

“Kiss me. I want to taste my blood on your tongue.”

As she commanded, you connected your lips together in a kiss that was soft at first, turning to bruising and desperate as her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, lips wrapping around your tongue to get more of it before she breaks the kiss, hands moving to your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused, as she tried to push you down, but you, being stronger than her, didn’t move an inch.

“I need your tongue somewhere else, and I need it now, so be a good pet and collaborate with me.”

Wednesday was nearly screaming inside, her weak body in desperate need of you, one of the collateral damages from your poison. And the way you smelled, the way your hands touch her body, it was a lot more than just the venom that rushed in her veins, there was something else in the brownish glow that stared at you. You smiled.

“As you wish, master.”

[miguelswifey04]

hobie gives fairy!spidey a hug just to tease her and suddenly a giant tree appears in the hq—and everyone just stares at it (whenever she’s flustered she leaves behind flower petals and leaves, basically nature things)

YES i’ve been waiting for this one 🧚🏽‍♀️✨🤍

hobie brown x fairy!spidey! f reader

warnings: none; pure fluff

as hobie playfully wraps his arms around you, teasing you with a warm hug, a sudden influx of magical energy fills the room. as everyone's eyes widen in surprise, they turn their attention to a stunning sight before them – a gigantic tree towering in the middle of the headquarters.

leaves, flower petals, and vines cascade down from you, caught in a whirlwind of your own powers. you blush, your cheeks radiating warmth as the room fills with the sweet scent of nature. the other members of the team are in awe, witnessing this breathtaking display of your unique abilities.

hobie is taken aback but cranes his neck up in awe to see your cute little naturey powers in display. “woah , babe, looks like your powers are a little... bloomin’ today,” he chuckles as he nudges your arm playfully.

you were quite embarrassed as your emotions and feelings usually tied down to your fairy-like powers. “hobie, this is not the time nor the place for puns!”

despite the unexpected appearance of the tree, which now serves as a temporary centerpiece in the headquarters, everyone begins to appreciate the beauty and serenity it brings. soft light filters through the leaves, creating an enchanting ambiance in the room.

gwen comes from behind miles as she takes notice of the beautiful ambiance of the headquarters. she slightly giggles as she places an arm on your shoulder from behind. “well, i wasn't expecting this today, but i have to admit, it's strangely... peaceful.

miles nods as he chimes in standing next to hobie, “yeah, it's like a mini oasis in the middle of the concrete jungle.”

you take a deep breath, the petals and leaves gently swirling around you, and you manage to regain your composure. “okay, okay, let's not make a big deal out of it. i’ll just... figure out how to fix this. sorry about the inconvenience, everyone.” hobie grins, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, “no need to apologize, babe. just another unexpected adventure in our crazy lives. we’ll deal with it together, like we always do.” hobie hugs you from behind as he leaves soft kisses on the side of your face.

miguel comes out of his office as jessica and peter are on his side. he’s sneezing as he somewhat seems to have allergies from all the plants, flowers, and pollen that seems to fill the air. “fairy, you need to-“ he gets caught off by his own sneezes and sniffles, “get rid of it. it’s cute and all but it messes up with my allergies, please.”

“uh—sorry miguel!! i’m on it!!” everyone around you laughs as they take in miguel’s disheveled appearance. with a renewed determination, you focus on your powers, calibrating your control to gradually dissipate the tree. leaves and petals gently fall from the air, slowly gathering in a small pile at your feet.

admist the chaos, a sense of unity and support fills the room, reminding everyone of the strength you find in each other and the undeniable bond you share.

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a/n: bruh a spider fell on my bed while i was writing this 😭

[wonder-vixen]

Harley Cameron. ( Spider Woman)

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Spidey's Secret - Peter Parker X Female Reader

Title: Spidey's Secret

Peter Parker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ned, MJ (Mentioned), and May (Mentioned)

| Part 2 |

WC: 2,544

Warnings: Angst, small fluff, secret feelings, Reader doesn't know Peter is Spiderman, Reader loves Spiderman, and feels

Setting down his tray next to yours, Peter noticed that you were looking at your phone. Leaning over, Peter's eyes widened as he saw that you were watching Spiderman videos on Youtube.

"Watching Spiderman videos?" Peter asked, and you just nodded your head, still not looking up from the screen.

"Why are you watching a Spiderman video?" Peter asked, and you giggled, surprising Peter.

"He's just amazing." You sighed dreamingly, "So heroic..."

Your statement filled him with pride, making him want to show you how much of a hero he was. He wished he could tell you he was Spiderman, but he didn't want to put you in danger.

"Yeah, so I've heard," Peter smiled, "I mean, you're pretty amazing too."

You blushed, and looked down at the table. "Yeah, but not as amazing as him. He goes out of his way to save people and always does the right thing. Plus, he has superpowers!" You laughed, then added, "I mean have you seen him? He's amazing!"

Peter grinned, nodding his head as he agreed with you. "You've said amazing like three times."

However, being a superhero wasn't easy. They had to deal with villains trying to take them down. It also took a lot of training to keep up. Peter scoffed slightly, he didn't need to train, he was already perfect. But, Peter couldn't help but feel jealous... Of himself? The thought made no sense, but he felt it anyway. If only he could be as amazing as his alter ego. Then again, maybe if he could be as amazing as Spiderman, he would get along better with you. Well, maybe then you'll notice him.

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The next couple of days later, Peter almost forgot about your new obsession with Spiderman, until you surprised him at his locker.

"Boo!" You yelled, startling Peter so much that he jolted backwards.

Surprised that he didn't notice you from his Spidey Sense, he turned to you; he could smell your sweet perfume.

"Why would you do that-?" Peter cut himself off once he took account of your outfit.

You were wearing a Spiderman shirt, blue jeans, and red converse. You had your bag slung over your shoulder, and you had a small smile across your lips.

"Cause, it was funny. Anyway, do you like my new shirt? I saved up to get it!" You teased, and Peter smirked, shaking his head.

"It looks great on you."

"Thank you!" You grinned, and before he could say anything else, you spoke up. "Anyway! Guess what?"

"What?"

You looked around for eavesdroppers or other students, but they were all focused on their own conversations. No one was paying attention to you and Peter, which made you happy. Slowly you took a step closer to Peter, and leaned in before whispering, "I think I have an obsession with Spiderman."

"Really?" Peter whispered back, his heart beating faster than normal.

A wave of nerves washed over him, and he wondered if you could hear his heartbeat. "Oh yeah. I've been watching videos all day. I could hardly sleep last night. I got to the point where I wished I got kidnapped so he could save me... Is that weird? Or am I going crazy?" You paused, waiting for your best friend to respond. When there was no response, you continued talking, "I'd let Spiderman save me any day. I think I'm in love." You finished, and you slowly raised your hand to touch your cheek.

Peter froze. His mind raced as he tried to figure out if this was all real or not... If this was a dream. You were in love with Spiderman? Was this really happening? Did he actually have feelings for a girl who liked Spiderman? He felt jealousy bubble in his stomach, like acid or lava. He mentally cursed at himself... He was jealous of Spiderman... Of himself...

Peter felt like he was dreaming. Maybe if he wasn't such a loser and actually talked to girls, then maybe he wouldn't be so lonely. Well, if he could talk to one girl, you, then maybe he would've been dating you already.

You sighed, seeing that Peter was off in his head. Grabbing his shoulders, you gently shook him, bringing him back to reality. "Pete, you know Spiderman. Can you get me his autograph?"

Peter's eyes went wide, and he felt the blood drain from his face. Thinking about it, there was no harm in just giving you a picture of himself as Spiderman with his signature. But, would you realize that his signature was similar to Spiderman? You had the yearbooks to prove it... Maybe he could get May or Ned to sign it...

"Uh, yeah, sure. I can do that." Peter answered, and you hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Pete. You are like totes the best." You teased, but genuinely happy, before leaving him behind, his face red.

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Finishing the autograph, Peter sighed, leaning back against the back of his chair. Staring at the picture, Peter thought. Maybe he could quickly swing by in his suit and personally give it to you? To see the smile on your face, all for him... Well, Spiderman.

In a flash, he jumped out of his chair, slipping into his costume. After making sure everything was in working order, he grabbed the autograph and swung to your apartment. Landing on your balcony, Peter let out a trembling sigh, before he stood up straight and knocked on your window.

Jumping out of your bed, you furrowed your eyebrows. Was someone knocking on your window? Slowly, you walked over and slid open your curtains. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, you stared at Spiderman before you, who gave you an awkward wave. Quickly shutting the curtain, you looked at your attire, and fixed your hair, before opening the curtain again and opening your window.

"Hello, Spiderman." You called out, and Spiderman nodded his head.

He held up the autographed picture, and you gasped. "Wait... Whaaat?"

Clearing his throat, Spiderman spoke, "Your friend Peter told me that you are my number one fan, so I thought I'd just bring you the autograph myself." Peter blushed, and you giggled, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you!" You cried, and Spiderman smiled shyly under his mask.

"You're welcome," Peter murmured, trying to make his voice deeper.

Pulling back, you awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, looking anywhere but at him.

"Well, I just wanted to say that you are super cool." You replied, and Spiderman blushed, before speaking up, "Thank you..."

"I also wanted to say thank you for what you do. You save people from just the goodness of your heart and that's really admirable."

Peter laughed awkwardly, "Oh, uh... No problem. But, you don't have to thank me."

You bit your lip, clutching the autograph to your chest.

"Well, I better get going. It was nice to meet you, Y/N." Spiderman said, and you nodded your head.

"Nice meeting you, Spiderman." You answered, before Spiderman left, leaving you breathless.

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He couldn't stop thinking about you. Every time he thought about you, he thought about Spiderman. He knew he had feelings for you, but he didn't want to scare you away. So, instead of telling you his true identity, he decided to send you some gifts, as Spiderman, from himself. Sketching a drawing of you, Ned nudged Peter, his pen skidding across the paper. Sighing, slightly annoyed, Peter turned to Ned.

"What?" He whispered, and Ned gestured to the sketch of you.

"Just ask her out already."

"I don't know. She really likes Spiderman right now."

"Dude..." Ned huffed, and Peter rolled his eyes.

He knew what Ned was saying. Sighing, Peter began to erase the pencil mark, going back to his sketch as he spoke.

"She loves Spiderman... You should've seen her face when Spiderman gave her the autograph I promised her." Peter chuckled, and Ned frowned, pointing out the obvious.

"That's because she wants to be rescued by Spiderman... She wants to be saved by Spiderman... Save her as Peter. You told me, tell her."

"But, I can't. She'd be in danger. It's too dangerous..." Peter muttered, shrugging his shoulders.

"Look, you love her, right? Then go after her. Just ask her out and be honest." Ned said, and Peter shrugged again.

"I don't know..." He mumbled, before glancing up at Ned. "But I will try..."

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Letting out a sigh, Peter felt his heart beating through his chest. Clutching the bundle of roses in his hand, he raised his hand to knock on your apartment door. It had been a couple of days since he spoke with Ned. Finally, last night, he got up the courage to go to your apartment Saturday, and ask you out on a date. Peter glanced down at the bouquet of flowers, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

The front door opened, and you popped out, smiling at Peter. "Peter! What a surprise!"

"Hi, Y/N." Peter greeted, and you giggled, stepping aside to let Peter in.

"Wow, these are beautiful!" You exclaimed, and you reached out for the bundle of roses. "Are these for me?"

Peter nodded his head, and you smiled up at him, before pecking him on the cheek.

"Thank you." You whispered, and Peter felt his heart melt.

Clapping his hands together, Peter spoke up, "So, I was wondering if you were free tonight?" The words tumbling out of his mouth.

"Yes, I am." You answered, putting the flowers in a vase.

"Great! I was hoping you'd say that." He let out a sigh, "I was wondering if you would want to join me at my apartment for a movie night?"

"Sure, why not?" You shrugged, and Peter laughed nervously. "Sounds fun. What are we going to watch?"

"Well, I thought we could maybe watch Star Wars, or you could pick something..?" Peter informed you, taking your hand in his.

"Okay." You nodded with a smile as the two of you walked the block to his apartment building.

Entering his apartment, Peter was glad May was gone for the day, giving the two of you some privacy. He knew that if she was there with them, she would tease him the entire time. Sitting on the couch, you turned your body to face him.

"Soooo, I can pick anything right?" You asked, and Peter nodded his head.

"Yeah, you can choose whatever you want." Peter reassured you, and you smirked, looking up at him.

"Anything?" You asked, and Peter nodded his head.

Smiling softly, you grabbed the remote and put on your favorite 80s movie, The Breakfast Club. As the movie started, you cuddled into his side, listening to the opening music. You laid your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to him.

Near the middle of the movie, you furrowed your eyebrows, before you spoke, "Pete?"

Looking down at you, Peter questioned, "Y/N? What is it?" He asked, concerned.

"I was thinking about something..." You murmured, biting your lip as you stared at the screen.

"Dangerous..." Peter joked, and you elbowed him in the side.

"I'm serious here, Peter." You spoke quietly, and Peter furrowed his brows.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, and you looked up at him, before turning to face the TV and whispering, "How did Spiderman know my name? When he came to my house?"

Peter blinked, and he sat up straight. "... I told him your name?"

You shook your head, staring intently at Peter now, "You don't sound so sure." You mused, tilting your head, "Did he ever ask for my name since you asked for an autograph for me?"

Peter shook his head, "No, he never asked me that." He breathed, and you looked up at him, a worried expression on your face.

"Are you saying he's stalking me?" You asked, looking up at him.

Peter shook his head, "No, I don't think so." Peter assured you, "It's more likely that he just saw your name on the yearbook." Right at that moment... Peter froze.

"Yearbook? Are you saying he goes to our school, Peter?" You asked, and Peter nodded his head.

"I don't know how he knows your name, but yes, he probably does." Peter said, and you sighed.

"Then... Then how did he know where I lived?" You asked, and Peter shook his head, "I don't know... But, it doesn't matter. I'm just confused..."

You leaned into his side, resting your head against his shoulder. Peter stroked your hair as the two of you watched the rest of the movie. When it ended, Peter turned to look at you once more. You had this distant look in your eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked, and you turned to look up at him, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.

"Peter?" You asked, and Peter smiled.

"Yes?" He asked, gluping.

You looked into his eyes, and you whispered, "Are you Spiderman?"

"I... I'm sorry, what?" Peter stuttered, and you looked up, tears forming in your eyes.

You hugged yourself tighter, shaking with emotions.

"Are you Spiderman, Peter Parker?" You whimpered, and Peter swallowed hard.

"Y... Yes..." He murmured, and you sniffled.

"That makes so much sense..." You cried, and Peter took your hand in his. "Why you always go out at night and never text me back... Why you sometimes come to school with a bruise or two..." You sobbed, "I thought you trusted me. Why didn't you tell me?"

Peter gently touched your cheek, and you brought your teary face closer to his.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. But, if you knew it would be too dangerous." Peter mumbled, and you shook your head, wiping the tears off your cheeks.

"Who else knows? May? Ned? MJ?" You whispered, getting angry, and Peter nodded his head.

You scoffed, pulling away from him. "I thought I was your best friend. We told each other everything." You pouted, "Then why did you keep such a big secret from me?"

Peter tried to speak, but he couldn't find the words. He felt his heart pounding inside his chest.

"Peter?" You asked, and he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Please forgive me." Peter begged, and you glared at him.

"Forgive you? For keeping a huge secret from me? And, I don't care if it was dangerous. You didn't seem to care or not when you told May, Ned, and MJ."

"They found out by accident, Y/N. May walked in when I was in my suit. Ned's too smart for his own good, and MJ... Well, she just knew somehow. But... You... I..." Peter stammered, and you glared at him.

"Don't say you're sorry again. I don't want to hear it." You spat, pushing him away, and Peter cringed.

"Y/N, please... I'm sorry." Peter pleaded, and you held up your hand, stopping him.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it..." You whispered, and Peter swallowed hard. "You... Peter Parker... Broke my trust... And my heart." You spoke, before getting up and leaving the apartment altogether.

Peter was left speechless as he watched you leave. He stood there for a few minutes, staring at the closed door, his eyes tearing up.

He messed up.

[eluvianarts]

Hot off the press: Twilight Bite’s origin story cover art! Prints available: HERE!

[i-have-one-braincell]

Maybe this is me being an older woman, but I say we make both female Peters more competent and less energetic. Since they're women people have already assume for years that they'll be more gentle and caring – we can use that standard and translate it into being cool as a cucumber in their civilian masks, while Spiderwoman takes all of the energy and silliness. Being women would also force them to experience misogyny – especially as superheroes, a male dominated sphere – so they aren't as quick to anger, at least not visibly, as that show of emotion can be used against them.

I totally agree. I like the idea of them behaving different from the mask and being more confident as being Spider-Woman than in their civilian forms.

I always liked to imagine Peter being calm and quiet without the mask and expressing what they want to act and say with the mask on. It does feel a bit weird to have him being portrayed as his Spidey counterpart while in his civilian form unless the situation calls for it, like being alone or with someone he’s close with.

I love and stand by the idea of Spidey, no matter what gender, would be as composed as he can in the mask though his male counterpart would allow a few irrational words leave his mouth unlike his female counterpart.

[wynterveil]

Went to see Across the Spider-Verse. Fantastic movie and highly recommend it who loved the first movie. Had to draw my Spidersona again, I couldn't stop thinking about the movie. If I get a better computer or PS5, I'm definitely will invest of getting Marvel's Spiderman and the upcoming second one. Enjoy the art 💙

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[miraculouslycool]

People have this inherent bad faith view of romance and call media that have it in the forefront like romcoms or chick flicks vehemently anti-feminist because it focuses on relationships growing rather than individual character journeys, many of which are good! but are completely different genres, and romance is almost always tried to be made into literally every single genre that isn't itself.

Like, there are vehement campaigns to make the anti rom com, movies and books that insist they're not cliche and lovey dovey and actually have substance, this is so overdone that trying to not be a cliche has become a cliche itself

On the other hand you get reiterated and embellished versions of superhero films and horror movies, genres which are stereotypically masculine. No one thinks about how non-traditional you can make a superhero, but it seems like everyone has an idea about how non-traditional and modern romance should be, to the extent of making it a completely different genre entirely

Almost like young girls looking for romance are scapegoats and bad examples of how to be, as if searching for connection and commitment is something that is anti-feminist, something they shouldn't be doing, all while using that exact same genre of young girls in superhero/sci-fi films as the love interest/side dish for the usually male protagonist to give them someone to fight for, but the second young girls in media prioritize their relationships people squint and call their entire character lacking, anti-feminist, and bad examples. It's like a never ending cycle.

[shironezuninja]

Between reorganizing 31,000+ SPIDERMAN images on Pinterest and needing to watch 3 more MCU movies off my Watchlist, I couldn’t really find the time to post stuff this week.

[telltalebatman]

finally caved n made a playlist for my second bestest girl, frankie :^)

[woewriting]

CHERRY LIPS wednesday addams x reader

tags. mdni! soft wednesday, established relationship, implied sex at the very end, no pronouns used, but the word 'girlfriend' is used once. word count. 1521 a/n. i'm late for wdw, i know, but i couldn't let y'all and @wesstars down... better late than never, right? i hope you like it and im sorry for any mistakes. | masterlist

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When you moved to the small town of Jericho and started working at the only coffee shop around, you didn’t expect to get anyone’s attentions, especially from the local “freaky”. Wednesday Addams was full of surprises and secrets and, apparently, everyone here knew a bit about her.

Gossips followed you around like fog in the morning after a raining night, the eccentric Addams always being the subject that echoed inside the brownish walls of the cafe.

“I’ve heard she eats raw meat,” a high school student dressed in black and blue uniform said to her friend, no caring enough to at least whisper.

The other just nodded, not paying attentions to her surrenders, not even when the little bell above the entrance door jingled.

“My father told me her dad killed someone in Nevermore when he was a student… imagine being the daughter of a killer.”

“Imagine being the daughter of a former police officer who was expelled from the police force for not being able to solve a simple case that happened more than 20 years ago.” The tranquil voice caught your attention, causing you to turn on your heels behind the counter.

Wednesday was standing next to the table where the two students sat, arms crossed and a deadly shine in her eyes. You smiled.

“Miss Addams, please stop terrorizing the small girls, they know nothing about life,” you spoke once you saw the reddish color in the girls’ cheeks.

“They better learn fast; life is not gentle.” She turned her head to you. “And neither am I.”

“Oh, should I fear for my life?”

You tilted your head, trying to get Wednesday’s attention in order for the girls to go back to the other students of Nevermore. The raven girl redirected her body towards you, taking steps until she was standing in front of the cashier.

“You most definitely should.”

Head motioning for the girls to leave, you placed both of your hands on the icy, black marble that covered the top of the counter.

“If I die, who’s going to make you your favorite cherry muffin?”

“Before I met you, I survived just fine without the sweetness of it in my daily life, I’m positive I can do it again once you’re gone.” She lifted her chin. “Now stop staling and bring me a double expresso, no sugar and a cherry muffin before I start terrorizing you instead.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes as she turned to sit on the costumery table.

Putting the cherry muffin in a plate, you turned to the Italian coffee machine with an empty white mug in hand and freshly brewed coffee in the other.

As the bitter liquid slowly filled the porcelain, flashes of the first time you were face to face with Wednesday took over your memory. She was so small in her black and white Nevermore uniform, looking like an old school cartoon, disappearing behind the other students as she patiently and quietly waited in line to order. She stared at you, taking two steps ahead when the last person in front of her moved away with their order in hands, taking a seat with the others, black eyes that didn’t blink and looked dead, the pale white skin didn’t help either. Not a single mark on it, you noticed, except for the adorable freckles that spread over her small nose bridge and covered the surrounding area of her cheek bones.

She was polite and calm, unlike the others, speaking in a monotone voice that actually surprised you.

Wednesday ordered a small size expresso with no sugar. You offered her a muffin, freshly out of the oven and still warm. She was reluctant in saying ‘yes’ at first, but something in you convinced her.

Once the mug was filled, you placed it side by side with the muffin, smiling and murmuring a small ‘I hope you like it’, to which she replied with: “Thank you,” extending her hands to take the plate and mug of the counter.

She looked at the red-blood muffin before looking at you, giving you a small nod of her head before walking to an empty table.

You watched as she sat herself down and stared at the small cake in front of her, you licked your lips, curious to know if she would like it or not; it was your favorite, after all.

Wednesday tilted her head to the side, analyzing the sweet in front of her, internally admiring the color of it and how the powdered sugar on top of it reminded her of snow covered in blood.

Taking the wrap of it, she hesitantly took a bite of it, slowly chewing it. You bet your lips, anxiously standing behind the counter. She then took another bite, and another one, and another one, rapidly finishing the muffin.

You smiled to yourself, finally changing the focus of your attention.

Now, almost 7 years of the first interaction, you still secretly admired Wednesday as you waited for the coffee to fill the small sized mug. But now was different, she started drinking a double expresso to maintain her brain awake and cherry muffins became a part of her daily life.

But only if it was made by your hands.

Once the porcelain turned bitter black, you left your place from behind the corner and sat them down in front of the goth, taking the empty seat in front of her.

“Thank you,” Wednesday said simple, eyes focused on the yellowish pages that had all her attention.

“A new case?” You asked, curious, taking a look around the nearly empty coffee shop.

“A runner found two dead bodies in the woods on Saturday, the captain assumed I’d be interested and gave me the case this morning.”

You pursed your lips, a tight knot in your stomach as your eyes analyzed the super graphic images that decorated the table. Pushing the images away from your point of view, you wondered how Wednesday could eat the red-blooded muffin while looking at actual blood.

As if she could read your mind, black painted nails reached for the small cake, her eyebrows sewing together once she saw what you did, “Care to explain what this is?”

You pursed your lips, containing a smile. On top of the sweet, a white skeleton’s head was drawn, black, deep-hollowed eyes filled with dark chocolate chips with a sewed-like smile under and dark red blood dripping from its eyes.

“I made it for you, Halloween is near, and I figured you’d like it.”

“I can see that. What I want you to explain is why there’s blood coming from its eyes. Bones can’t bleed, there’s no tissue that can carry blood vessels or veins, it's just bones.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a cupcake, Wens. Just eat it.”

“Fine.”

When she took the first bite, dark red filling dripped onto her hands. It was a mix between the sweetness of sugar and the sourness of cherry combined that only you could do it perfectly.

“So… did you like it?”

Wednesday chewed and swallowed everything, licking her lips to capture the remained syrup, missing a small drop on the corner of her mouth. The tip of her fingers covered in the cherry liquid.

“It’s too sweet, next time don’t add any sugar to it. It’s not healthy. And it’s also too sticky and messy. I need a napkin.”

Reaching out for her hand, you sucked the tip of her fingers, closing your eyes at the sweetness that filled your mouth.

“You don’t need a napkin, you have a girlfriend to clean it for you.”

Wednesday widened her eyes at your action, looking around to make sure nobody saw that. The coffee shop was empty as it was almost noon and everyone was either at work or at school, only the two of you occupying a space inside.

“That was unnecessary.” She said with an affected tone.

“It was very necessary, I needed to see if it was too sweet.” You stood up, taking the empty plate in hands. Before returning to the kitchen, you leaned into her personal space, noses touching and the smell of her perfume filling your senses, that small drop being the only thing you saw in front of you. “You have some here too.”

The moment the tip of your tongue licked the red syrup, so close to her lips, Wednesday grabbed the mug near her hands, squeezing it hard enough to break if it was made of fragile material.

Before standing up properly, you pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, tasting the sourness in it.

“I’ll make sure the next ones aren’t too sweet for you, cara mia.” You winked, rapidly walking back to the counter to start preparing the muffins for the afternoon clients. And for your bitter girlfriend that cursed you under her breath for fogging up her brain with your tongue, taking away all the concentration she needed to solve this murder case. One that would need to wait after she locked the door, turned the open sign to ‘closed’, and dragged you by the hand to the supply closet.

[miguelswifey04]

omg wait, miguel holding a group meeting with the spiders but sunshine!spidey’s mind keeps wandering off to the time where she accidentally inhaled sex pollen and miguel basically had to help her so he pleasured her using his fingers…he doesn’t think anything of it (well maybe a little) but she can’t help but to have those flashbacks at the most randomest times and it send butterflies in her tummy 🤭🤭 he notices that she’s flustered too and he keeps glaring at her.

YES 🤭

miguel o’hara x sunshine!spidey! f reader

warnings: smut 18+, nsfw, fingering

you couldn’t help your poor little mind from going to the gutter. every time you looked at miguel whether he’s casually speaking or speaking to others—you can’t help but have your mind wander to the time miguel was knuckles deep inside of your wet cunt. just the mere thought of it made you squeeze your legs together tightly and feel yourself become wet, soaking your lacy panties. miguel had such an effect on you and you knew that. he got under a spell and he definitely got you wrapped around his finger.

there was this one time where you inhaled a sex pollen which had the same affect as an aphrodisiac. being close to miguel you had asked for help and begged him to give you the release your aching body needed. miguel eagerly lifted you up placing you on his desk as he took off your suit. you were left with your bra and panties that were dripping with your wetness. he slid you panties to the side and inserted two fingers as he slightly stretched you out completely. his fingers were long and thick, making you feel full. the burning sensations of the stretch yet the pleasure coursing throughout your body made you bite down onto his shoulders. he praised you saying how you were being such a good girl for him. that he was going to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name. or, how he was going to fill up both of your holes because of how you were being such a needy slut for him. miguel’s face was buried in the crook of your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you—making you squirt instantly all over his hand. the sounds of your gaping pussy, squelched and swallowed him whole, putting miguel in a frenzy. he made you orgasm a couple times till you felt you were completely satisfied. his fingers felt amazing and you needed that release you’ve craved so badly.

you were in your mind the whole time replaying the scenario of miguel fingering you. you hadn’t realized you were staring at miguel the whole time as he spoke diligently to everyone in the meeting room. he had caught you staring this whole entire time. you were filled to the brim with embarrassment as you batted you eyes away from his eye contact. you gulped nervously as you felt butterflies pool in your stomach and the way heat radiated off of your entire body. your cheeks flushed pink and you fiddled with your fingers thinking back to that time where miguel had you putty under his control.

miguel couldn’t help but bite back a smile as he needed to focus on the task at hand. if he were to smile at you that would definitely make the rest of the spider-people raise a red flag…and he didn’t need that kind of attention on him. and definitely not on you. he was definitely going to put you in your place after the meeting for distracting him with your presence whether it was intentional or not.

[bonniesfamiliar]

"When you come back, you will not be you. And I will not be me.£

[aww-ratz]

old little spider-man sketch.

[kombuuuu]

Omg I just saw that u write for atsv!! So I was wondering if u could do one with a female reader x hobie where the readers quite reserved to everyone in public (maybe she’d been a spidey longer so she’s lost more people? Idk why she’d be reserved bc I cannot write for shot lmao) and people think she’s super cold but then they like?? Walk in, and she’s like open and warm with Hobie (it doesn’t matter if she’s loud or not) and they kinda just look at the scene in shock like wtf and Pav is sort of smug bc he knew all along and then it comes out that they’re dating?

It Sounds Nice coming from You.

Hobie Brown x Fem!Spidey Reader

“I totally called it.” “Don’t even speak, Pavitr.”

kisses him cause he my bf (-compulsive liar)

People whispered about you. Spider people and the general public alike. Your city spreading gossip, rumours and misinformation to try and figure out who you were, but that was a Spiderwoman affair, every one of them dealt with it.

But having people same as you talk in hushed tones, glancing at you as you walked past. That’s a new kind of feeling.

The Spider Society didn’t exactly favour you, per se. There was nothing inherently wrong with you either, so no reason to get rid of you. But you were just so silent. No one knew a thing about you.

You mostly kept to yourself around base, never really trying too hard to make friends, you were well known enough not to be questioned. A loyal fighter was what you were recognised for, not your personality, your abilities.

There were still some people that managed to creep their way in though, their hearts so full of love, you didn’t know how to refuse them.

So you conceded. You let them in, and begged to any deity that would listen not to take them from you.

—

Hobie knew you as someone who could listen. Who understood him rather than challenged his beliefs. Not that he had any, but that was the point.

Your lack of input made him feel accepted in going on tangents of why he thought the way he did. And you just sat, and listened. A kind heart and an open mind.

Which eventually led to him falling for that kind heart. Tripping over his own feet to please your silent self. To get those small smiles or amused huffs out of you.

The occasional time you spoke to him, under hushed breaths and fond tones. God, he couldn’t take it.

The way your accent forms over each and every word, how your voice was akin to honey malt, sweet and addicting. Only giving him small doses, but he was the only one who got those doses. Only him, and you, and the words you spoke or times you listened.

He knows that people thought you were cold, or unloving. And maybe you were at first, maybe he thought you were. But he figured you out fast. Where you couldn’t talk, you could touch. Brushing your hands over his arm to get his attention. Linking your hand through his and dragging him away from people you don’t want to be near, he would smile down at you and follow along like a lost puppy. How your brows would crease a certain way, or nose would scrunch a little when you found distaste in things. He was a fool for you.

Where you lacked in verbal communication, you strived in every other category. So when some Spider-people decided to come to him, urging him for answers about you.

Telling him that he wasn’t sure you even wanted to be here—, Hobie would shut down the conversation quicker than thought to be possible. Giving a simple “She’s just quiet.”, and ditching the moment the words are out of his mouth.

It’d worked—, for a while. Ignoring the demeaning or conspiratorial comments made about you by spider-people a-kind. But eventually it got the better of him. Having him borderline snarl at the people who would talk shit right in front of his, or your, face.

“She’s silent, ain’t she?”

“Yeah. Peter 48 said she was like that ‘cause she killed her parents, made ‘er real quiet.”

“Jesus christ. Wouldn’t surprise me, she’s a freak.”

“Dude—“ One of the two spiders, the first one, turned to Hobie. Spider-senses ringing. Hobie stated back at them, deadpan and unblinking. “Don’t.”

The younger spider paled, quickly trying to backtrack.

“Hey— Hobie. I— Didn’t mean it. Was just repeating what I heard, ykno—“

“Cut it, mate.”

He squeaked, head tilting down in respect, the other spider following.

“Stop spreading shit rumours like ‘at. It ain’t fun when you’re the subject. ‘S it?”

“No.”

“Mm.”

Hobie walked past them smoothly, brushing shoulders with the kid just to scare him a little more. When he was far enough away, he heard them start to whisper to one another. “Fuck man, that was close. He could tell Miguel, and then we’d be out.”

“Jesus..”

He felt rather accomplished that day.

—

It was days later where you were brought up around him again. He’d been texting you, the upper half of his body hanging from Miguel’s platform, his wicks shifting every time he moved.

Miguel and Lyla were talking amongst themselves, clicking through holograms and sorting things out for potential anomalies.

Jess, Pavitr and Gwen had walked into the room chatting, Pav and Gwen expressing their excitement rather loudly.

He glanced up at them from his phone, you were still typing.

immm gonna b homein ten just be patient >:(

I’m patient 🦑

u werent 2 seconds ago

I don’t subscribe to consistency.

Or this slandering talk

ur consistently lame

also why squid

I’m never lame. Also, he’s cute

hes not real

Don’t do this me

reeeeeal tasty tho

What is wrong with you.

numnnum crunchhhh crrcchhh numnum ( > _ <)

Inhumane.

mmmmmm yummyyyy

He can’t die, he’s immortal

The ‘Texting’ bubble popped up on his screen.

“Hey, Hobie!”

Pavitr was running up to him, looking from his lowered position below the elevated platform.

He slipped further down the platform, slumping slowly as he greeted Pavitr upside down.

“Pav, my guy!”

Pavitr bounced on the balls of his feet, smiling wide at his friend.

“What’chu doing up there?”

His eyes darted to Miguel and Lyla, ending their conversation.

Smirking, he whispered to Hobie, “With the grump.”

Hobie snickered, gaining a disapproving look from Jess.

“Textin’ [Name].”

Just then, the next message from you showed.

immortal ??? how consistent of him to live

He grinned, typing back quickly while Pavitr eyed him knowingly.

He’s a squid, he’s more fluid than anything

ihu

terrivle joke

No, you don’t

And it was great

wtvr >:P

Hobie grabbed the ledge of the platform and swung down, landing softly in front of Pavitr and pocketed his phone.

“Glad ya ‘ere. Those two can’t keep it quiet, aye?” He said, pointing back towards Lyla and Miguel.

“They do argue very often.”

“Nah, Lyla don’t argue, mate. Just the hardass.”

Pavitr snorted and Hobie softly punched his stomach in jest, earning one from Pav to the chest, and starting a round of playful punching. Pavitr laughed as Hobie brought him into a headlock, scrunching his fist over the shorter man’s hair and rubbing it in.

They let up when they heard Lyla teasing Miguel for something again, giggling to each other at his expense.

He threw an arm over his fluffy haired friend and leaned his weight on him. Pav smiled up at him once more, brighter now. Before he could speak, Gwen’s voice echoed through the barren room.

“Same reason as you, I’m guessing.”

Hobie turned his head towards her, dropping himself off Pav and standing up straight again. Smiling at her as she reached him, and went in to hug her briefly. When they disconnected, he spoke again.

“Yeah—, No clue then, mini-punk.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Neither big bad has said nothin’ to me yet.”

“Seriously, are we going to skip over that?”

“Maybe they’re waiting until [Name] is here!” Pavitr chimed in.

“What does mini-punk even mean!”

“Not exactly, Pavitr.”

Jess, who now was standing next to Miguel, spoke.

The trio turned to face the two elder spider-people.

“Huh?”

“We wanted to have a discussion with the three of you—.” Miguel put his hands on his hips, authority that Hobie only saw as a challenge emanating from his figure.

“—Away from [Name], she’s already been consulted.”

Hobies eyes narrowed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly shifting to something a lot less unfriendly, and a lot more cautious.

Jess caught wind of the younger man’s tense stature and shuffled forward a step, not unwilling to intervene.

“Nothing too bad, just—,” He paused for a moment, the dense light from the reflective floors making the contours of his face pop.

Hobie watched with batted breath, posture only slightly relaxing from the statement. The crease in his brows begging to be drawn, yet his pokerface was something to be beat.

“,—Addressing her.. lack of communication.”

A shiver raked down the brit’s body, physically restraining himself from chewing this man out with a rebuttal.

“Wha’ ‘bout it?”

His gruff voice was a stark indicator of his annoyance.

“Well, ignoring the rumours following her—,”

Hobie, the usually rather sensical man, was getting more agitated by the minute.

“,—We’ve noticed a certain independence that she holds. Something not many others do.”

The punk quirked a brow.

“So?” Gwen was the one to talk now.

“That doesn’t seem very serious, ‘f you ask me.” She laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood. Something Pavitr seemed a tad scared to do. There was a lot of competition in the air right now, he wasn’t very competitive.

“Exactly, it’s not.”

Jess cut in, seeing how terribly Miguel started this conversation made her cringe.

“It’s not—, but,” She shook her head, hair falling prettily with every move. “,Her ‘independence’, has been more akin to ‘lack of teamwork’. In some cases.”

Gwen started to speak again, her eyebrows furrowed, just as Hobies now were. He was right about brewing with offence.

“So!—,” Jess cut her off before she could begin.

“So there’s no need for her to have distractions anymore. From now on, she will not be going on team missions. Just solo’s.”

“Wha—! You’re cutting her off?!”

“Gwen, it’s not like that.”

“Like hell it isnt! She’s a part of us!”

“Doesn’t this mean she’s going to be in more danger?” Pavitr spoke up, concerned.

“No— well, not unless—,”

“Unless!? You’ve gotta’ be kidding!” Gwen choked out.

“And what does ‘consulted’ mean! Did she agree to this?!—“

They continued to argue, Gwen and Pavitr advocating for your teamwork skills while Miguel and Jess had made up their mind.

“No communication,” He pinched the bridge of his nose “,Fuck off.” Hobie scoffed under his breath, turning to leave and storming out.

The voices of Miguel, Jess and his friends following him through the portal to you.

—

“You agreed to this?”

lIts not like they’re wrong, I just hold you all back.”

He huffed, exasperated. Not only were you putting yourself in danger, you were doing it alone. And letting some guy who has a borderline vendetta against teens be the call for it.

“Now, you know that’s not tr—“

His stern voice was cut off by the frown on your face quivering. A due sign of you nearing to cry.

“Oh, shit— C’mon dollface, c’mere.”

He sat down on your shared bed, scooting against the headboard and bringing you into his lap. A soothing hand ran over your back as you tried to reel in your embarrassment.

“I really didn’t mean to agree.”

Hobie sighed, pushing your head into his neck and watching how the rings adorning his fingers rose goosebumps in their path. “I know, sweet’eart.”

And he did know, the moment that it had been a meeting addressed solely with just Jess and Miguel, he knew that Peter had been excluded for a reason. That Miles had been sent after an anomaly as an unknowing distraction for Peter to chase after. He knew those two intimidated you. And the fear of parental disappointment was something they used on you—, young, sweet you. That only ever got hurt because she didn’t want her problems to hurt others, or herself.

You had opened up to him once. Told him what everyone twisted when they whispered sickening words. A story unlike the rumours crowding your reputation.

How no, you hadn’t killed your parents, or siblings, or whatever messed up thing people claimed of you.

You told him how you hadn’t been bitten yet. How, when your family was killed, you hadn’t had any powers. So you couldn’t save them. And it wasn’t even canon. Nothing could’ve stopped them from dying, but it didn’t have to happen. And that was the guilt that weighed on you. How no matter the hardships your parents put you through, a kid neglected of attention. You still would rather die a million times for them to live once.

And it’s all “would”, and never “can”.

Other spider-people don’t have to live with the fact their parents died for nothing. Was what you said. A messed up thought, no doubt. And one you felt guilty for. But the sole continuer of this sorrow-filled silence. Which has worked well enough to protect you so far, why is Hobie one to break that?

Because you love him, you guess.

His hands slid further down your back, resting on the curve of your waist in his lap.

His breathing soothed yours. The shuddering breaths you had been giving to stop your tears, also stopped.

“You wanna talk about your day instead, luv?”

“Yeah, thank you Hobie.”

“Love when you say my name, Babydoll. So pretty and sweet like that.”

Wrapping your hands around his lithe waist, you hummed. Beginning your recount of the day in the honeyed, reserved tone you’d always held.

—

Around half an hour had passed with Gwen arguing against Miguel before Peter showed up, Moles in tow.

“What’s all this about?” His slippers flopped when he walked and the baby carrier strapped to his chest shifted every time a sleeping MayDay squirmed to get comfortable.

“This—, This asshole!”

“Gwen.” Jess chastised her.

Gwen ignored it, pointing at Miguel accusingly. “—Kicked [Name] off the team!”

“Not kicked.”

“You said she wasn’t going with us anymore.”

Miles looked offended by the prospect. “Why?”

“She’s not kicked, she’s simply better off solo.”

“Oh, so it’s our fault then!”

“Gwendolyne.”

“All of you, stop.”

Peters voice ended the bickering, having learnt since fatherhood exactly how to use said voice. “We are not sending an 18 year old on solo mission against anomalies.”

“Since when did you have a say—“

“Miguel. You’re an idiot if you think i’m going to let that happen. That’s a kid.”

“She’s an adult.”

“When it’s convenient to you.”

Miguel pinched his nose bridge, growling under his breath. Jess spared a glance at him before wincing and backing down from the conversation.

“She doesn’t talk to people.”

“I’m sure she does, just not to you.” Gwen cut in.

“Yeah, her and Hobie talk a lot.” Miles prepped up on his toes. Pavitr smiled and hummed an agreement.

“Not that I’ve seen.”

Peter gave him another disapproving look. “Disregarding that. The fact you decided to not consult me on this decision is another reason that it’s not happening.”

“Consult? Like some council, please.” Miguel scoffed at him, rolling his eyes and turning to open a holographic tab.

“Yes, like some council. Someone’s gotta be the brains ‘round here.” The father joked, coddling MayDay as she cooed.

“I’m going to go inform [Name] the retraction of this decision.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oops too late, portals open.”

“Can I come with?” Miles jogged after Peter, hopping quickly through the portal, Peter, Gwen and Pavitr following. Not without Gwen flipping Miguel off as she went. “We’ll sort something out, she can go duos with Hobie.” Jess put a hand on his shoulder, watching as he stared off to where the portal had previously been with a sided expression before sighing.

“Yeah..”

“That went great.” Lyla dragged, popping up on Miguel’s shoulder.

“I’m a second away from shutting you off.”

The AI blew a raspberry at her companion, and disappeared.

—

He had went off on a tangent about some movie he saw, or song he’d heard. Hobie honestly couldn’t remember, he was too focused on you. The way your voice sounded, how open you were being with him when every now and then you would respond to him. The hearts in his eyes were probably from how heavy his own was beating. Staring at you like a sinner to a prophet.

You had moved down from his lap, now curled against his side, head leaning on his shoulder and hand resting on his chest. At some point, the movie you had been watching before Hobie showed up was unpaused, and serving as background noise for his quiet rambling.

Both of you pressed under a blanket to beat the cold, and the darkness outside your window being killed off by the lights strung across your room. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this cozy, this utterly comfortable.

Sparks of colour strung out of nowhere, neither of them really seeing it at first, up until it spat out Miles. He stumbled forward a little and went to greet you before taking on the scene. You and Hobie cuddled up on a bed, blanket wrapped around you both, fire going, people singing. He was exaggerating the last parts, but it felt necessary for something so unexpected.

“Hey—, guys.” The awkward teen managed, before Peter walked through the portal with the other two in tow.

“Woah, no mean to interrupt.”

Peter put his hands up in surrender. Hobie snorted, it wasn’t like you were incapable of affection, It just seems he was the only one who got it.

“I totally called it.”

“Don’t even speak, Pavitr.”

He pouted, before giggling and waltzing over to sit next to the both of you. Flopping down on the bed and turning to watch the TV.

“Oh my god, I love this movie!”

“Favourite character?” You inquired. A collective raise of eyebrows was shown throughout the room.

Gwen shuffling over to sit down as well, a baffled look on her face.

“The horse.”

“Pff- Max?” Hobie snorted at Pav. Giving the still rather confused Miles - Peter duo a reassuring smile. And greeting Gwen with a fist bump, she smiled wearily at him before her smirk filled out and she punched his arm in congrats.

Pavitr nodded and laughed, gasping excitedly when the scene on the lake showed up. “Perfect timing.”

You glanced up at Hobie, Miles and Peter finding somewhere to sit as well, talking quietly amongst themselves.

He smiled at you, bringing you in closer while Pavitr sat smug.

The air of confusion slowly dissipated into something accepting, none but Pavitr had really expected you to be so.. Open. But they came to find they didn’t exactly mind it.

—

Everyone had left by now, the knowledge that you didn’t have to go on dangerous missions alone anymore leaving Hobie satisfied and you comforted.

“You doin’ right, babe?”

“Yeah, Hobes.”

You gripped his shirt a tad tighter and yawned, eyes drifting more shut as the minutes ticked down. “Wanna go t’ bed?”

“We’re in bed, dummy.”

He shot you a playful look.

“Don’ ge’ smart with me, young lady.”

You smiled at him before he made the decision to shuffle you both down in bed to get comfortable, switching off the lights by the outlet. He moved back to you, letting his whole body rest near yours, and letting you initiate any contact wanted.

A leg wrapped around his, and your arm still picking the fabric of his shirt.

“Sleep, sweethear’.”

“Mhmmph.”

Hobies breathe lulled you to sleep, white noise against your racing thoughts. He watched you fall, your trust in him to keep you safe was enough to make a man weak. He smiled, looking out your shared window at the city life below.

No crime, no anomaly or misshaped villain could possibly drag him away from you.

—

BAMBAMBAM 🦑‼️