#peter b parker Spiderverse

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hello, can you do the spider verse characters x reader with bad Anxiety also can the reader be Japanese or Korean if you don't want to do either that's fine.

I always try write in a way that the reader's race is up for personal interpretation, so you can for sure read this as Korean or Japanese if you like!

The Little Things We Know

(Headcanons for a partner with anxiety)

Spider-Men x Reader

TW/CW: None really, mentions of anxiety, comfort, fluff

A/N: Anxiety is another thing I suffer from so a lot of this is some self indulgent stuff I'd love a partner to do for me

Miguel O'Hara

• Miguel won't admit it, but even he suffers the occasional anxiety attack from time to time. His outbursts however tend to be his anger, his violence. He has the weight of the multiverse on his shoulders, and doesn't want to push the burden to anybody else. He feels like it should be his alone to bear.

Personally that's what I think it was really about when he was so... feral with Miles. He was so freaked out, so worried about another universe collapsing on his watch when he could have prevented it... he just didn't know how to react so the adrenaline and panic took control and drove his actions. (But that's just my take)

• So when Miguel comes in and sees you curled up on the floor, hyperventilating in the middle of an attack, he's on you at mach Jesus; immediately straining his senses to listen to your heart rate, blood pressure...

• He'll always ask permission before touching you, in case physical contact might only worsen your attack.

• If you consent to his touch, he will sit cross legged on the floor next to you and pull you against him, locking his arms around you in a cocoon of safety, murmuring sweet things in your ear while you sniffle and sob.

"Ay, mi corazón. I'm here. What has you upset? Can I help?"

• Miguel O'Hara is large. He can and will use his size and weight to calm you, if you want that.

Need him to be your weighted blanket? Done. He's curled up with you on the couch or on the bed in the span of a few heartbeats, his head resting at the curve of your neck.

Need his obnoxiously large hands to massage you, to help ease the tension? He's gonna grab your favorite lotion or oil and have you sit in front of him or lie down so he can work his magic.

• Miguel never wants you to be stressed out, seeing you upset is like a dagger in between his ribs. He will do whatever is in his power to help you.

• Lights too bright? He understands it can be overstimulating and worsen your anxiety attack, he will use his watch to dim the lights, or he will draw the curtains.

• He'll even play some soothing music for you!

Peter B Parker

• The Peter B Parker himself? Full of self doubt, even if he tries (and fails) to hide it at times. When he comes home and sees you in the kitchen, wringing your hands out in the sink as you tremble, unable to breathe, he himself starts to panic, thinking you cut yourself while cooking, or sliced your hand on some broken dish.

• After checking you over, Peter wraps his arms around you and murmurs softly on your ear, in a nice, cool tone.

"Hey, babe. It's okay. I'm here. Wanna play the naming game? C'mon, name three things you can see that are green."

• He will bring you all the snacks. All. The. Snacks. This is a man that understands your need for comfort foods.

• He'd rub your feet and ankles, if he feels you've been standing too long, humming to himself as he starts to play "This Little Piggie" with your toes, just so he can see you smile.

• The man is clingy, his love language is snuggles and kisses. He will kiss every single time you breathe too hard, or too fast for his liking; peppering your face until you break down into a fit of giggles.

Pavitr Prabhakar

• Pavitr Prabhakar is a blubbering, frantic mess when he finds you curled up on your bed, rocking with your face in your pillow.

• He immediately makes a bound for you, at your side in an instant . If you're in tears, he automatically breaks down himself, the poor man is very very very empathetic.

Sometimes you have to come down from your own attack to stop his crying.

• Provided Pav doesn't break down, he will immediately sit behind you, massaging your shoulders and asking you what has you upset.

Some jerk on the street shoved you, said something unkind and sneered at you? Well, have no fear, the P-Man is here!

"Hey, hey, hey, lovie. I'm here for you, okay? I know! Why don't I ask my Aunty Maya if she can put some of her special chai on? C'mon! I know we have some khari left!"

• Pavitr is a bubble bath man. If you don't want to sit down and have a nice cup of chai, he will gladly run a bubble bath with your favorite soaps, and body oils and salts added into the water as he sinks into it with you, even if it's cramped, he knows you love the closeness as he gently uses his hands to massage the sweet-smelling water into your skin; some soft music from your favorite station playing on the little radio in the window nearby.

After the bath, he'll even put some of his super special "secret" hair product in your hair, making sure it's left light, fluffy, and shiny.

• Pavitr, like Peter B, is very cuddly. He will latch onto you like a koala bear baby, rubbing his cheek onto yours until you finally laugh and try to shove him away, his hands still making grabby motions at you for extra effect.

Hobie Brown

• Hobie Brown. I've said it before, I'll say it again. He has a heart that's dipped in some gold spray paint. He'll act all tough, all badass and anti- establishment... until he comes home. Where he finds you. His one little respite in the world conspiring to keep people like the two of you down.

• Hobie spots you at your desk, hands gripping furiously at your hair as you cry softly, your legs bouncing in unison to the point your tendons and muscles ache, but he knows you can't stop it.

He slings off all his spikey, potentially aggravating punk gear, leaving a trail of it straight to you as he leans down and slips his arms around your shoulders.

"Ay luv? What's got ya in a tizzy, hm? Need my charm to ease ya back, eh?"

• Hobie has no hesitation, he can and will scoop your ass up and wrap you in a blanket burrito, order your favorite takeout, and hold your upset burrito-ness against him while he puts your favorite program on the telly, playing with your hair as he does so.

When the food gets there, he feeds you. He knows that when you get like this, sometimes you can barely function. So, he pampers you like the treasure you are.

• He will do whatever he can to make you laugh, from telling stupid jokes, asinine and unbelievable stories of what's happened in the "Spiderverse", or just stupid shit his band has gotten into, he will cover all the bases with you until he finally hears a muffled snort in the blanket tortilla he's wrapped you in.

• He will be your one-man concert, performing special previews of new songs he's working on, singing some idle lyrics, or bullshitting a love song dedicated to you like some punk serenade.

• Even if you start to feel better, and try to wriggle out of that burrito? Hobie will lay on you. He will lock his long, lanky limbs around you with that cocky smirk of his, laughing about how he's not about to let you go now, you're stuck as a burrito for the time being.

[avatar-mikazuki]

Absolutely! And the thing that Absolutely guts me is that he WANTS to step in, he WANTS to help miles, for fucks sake the child in his arms? That's what the kid being berated in the front helped him realize he wanted but-

He can't help, because mayday is too small and this problem is too big, MIGUEL IS TOO BIG A RISK, to get her close to, and he can only hope his words will reach him, and that miles will reach safety because he himself can't reach him either.

(Spoilers)

Okay ik this shot is funny

But have we considered how actually terrified peter b has to be here?

Like, he introduces miguel as his friend. We see he was there when miguel's universe fell apart. Miguel puts up with him bringing mayday everywhere and letting her climb all over everything. These 2 had to have been actually close.

So of course peter knew that miguel was going to talk to miles, maybe he knew miguel would say mean shit to him, but this is a face of genuine surprise. Not even the person arguably closest to miguel knew he would (or even could) act like this. Like, look at him!! Hes terrified!! The man he was there for during an entire universe's collapse, the man he considers a friend, the man he let hold his baby, is capable of doing this!!

[orangeispice]

I'm back with another crack meme, let's see how well this one does

If it does as well as my New Yorker Post then I'll make a navigation list for the memes :D

Bonus:

[katsunaksu]

the gang's all here!!

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happy 2 year spiderverseary

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The Spider Target By Dan Martins, a character designer and illustrator

[spiderpussinc]

saw this grindr screenshot that really spoke to me

[polararts]

They're all friends, wdym. Print preorder? available??

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It's been so hot lately. It gave me inspiration to draw this! Pool day and a sprinkle of spiderdads! :D

[angel-of-the-moons]

I love your work sm love every update you post!!✦

Could we get some fluff of Peter B? Maybe like the reader has a really rough day at work and I just so physically drained Peter just takes care of them?

(Sorry if this is bad this is my first time requesting!)

YESYESYESYESYES I'M SO HAPPY SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTED PETER B AND TYSM

Bunny Slippers

Peter B Parker x Reader

TW/CW: None, just some fluff!

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When you came home looking... well, down in the dumps, Peter felt his Hubby Senses tingling.

They were like his Spidey Senses, but for being a husband! Hah! Get it? Ah, right--ahem--anyways...

"Hey, honey, you okay?" Peter asked you, walking up behind you and kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, I'm just... Had a really bad day today. Just... Ugh. Karen after Karen after Karen." You groan, almost feeling close to tears as you remember getting back to back one-sided screaming matches from the angry customers over things that weren't even your fault.

One guy came and screamed at you over something he ordered from a different store! And he still had the gall to demand a discount and refund from yours!

Peter, ever the sweetheart, wrapped his arms around you and swayed softly back and forth.

"Mayday's asleep. You go on and take a nice hot shower." He says to you.

"But dinner--"

"I can handle dinner, babe." He says, giving you another sweet kiss to your head. "You go relax for a bit."

"Pete..."

"I mean it. Don't make me use my puppy eyes on you!" Peter warns with a waggle of his brows.

You can't help but do anything but smile at his humor and relent, slipping your shoes off and trudging into the bathroom for a much-needed recharge.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Peter went into action. He started pulling out all the ingredients for your favorite meal and made sure he measured each ingredient perfectly.

After all, you having a bad day? His main mission now was making sure you ended the night with a smile. He knew you felt doubly bad as well, for not being able to kiss Mayday goodnight before she drifted off.

He hated seeing you upset. It was one of the worst things he ever felt when you would come home with your bottom lip poking out, your eyes glistening and sad...

You needed a different job. Maybe he could do some asking around, get one with an easier load, better hours and better pay... Because you two also had a baby to raise. She needed stability and you working so much made you feel inadequate as a parent, he could tell by how sadly you smiled when you held Mayday in your arms; how badly you wished you could be with her more.

He made a mental note to start looking online for you as soon as he got the chance. You deserved to work somewhere they knew your worth as an employee and coworker, not tossing you into the meat grinder for pissed off customers who, frankly, could have avoided troubles had they read their warranties or even directions on their purchased products regardless.

And with the holidays coming up, the mental strain from all that was piling up, and up, and up, and...

He sighed softly as the food was finishing up cooking, and he carefully ran to your bedroom, pulling out your comfiest pajama pants, fresh pair of undies, and one of his own shirts for you to wear when you got out.

He was still super duper stealthy as he slipped into the bathroom (almost choking on the amount of steam that invaded his lungs) and slipped the clothes in for you while taking up your uniform and dropping it into the laundry basket for him to do later.

After all, you needed a hell of a break, and chores were the least he could do for everything you already do.

He checked on Mayday through the baby cams, and smiled softly as she kicked out a little foot from beneath her blanket.

He loved the both of you, so so much. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have the both of you in his life.

Peter still couldn't believe you gave his dorky ass a shot that very first time he asked you out.

God, that felt like a lifetime ago.

He was shaken from his thoughts when the egg timer went off and told him the food was ready.

And frankly, it looked goddamn delicious.

Don't let it go unsaid that Peter B Parker knew his way around a kitchen. Sure, he ate like a pig (sometimes) and has gotten far too used to a diet of pizza and fast food...

But he sure knew how to cook when it came down to it. And nothing made him happier when he saw a grin break out on your face at the sight of your favorite dish.

Hell, he didn't even notice that you'd walked out of the bathroom until he turned around and almost tossed the rubber spatula he had in his hand across the kitchen.

How you managed to sneak up on him and not trigger his Spidey senses was a damn mystery.

"Aw... Pete..." You said, looking at the (admittedly messy) kitchen, seeing that he was cooking for you.

"I'll clean it up!" He says, sticking the spatula in the sink. "Been multitasking."

He sauntered over to you, proud as can be as he slipped his arms around you and tucked you against his chest.

"You didn't have to..." You start to say.

"Nah, I wanted to. And you deserve it, especially after the day you've had. Give me a hundred angry Goblins any day of the week." He snorts, breathing in the lingering scent of your body wash and soaps.

"At least I can punch him. But an angry customer? Phew, no way. I'd crack."

You can't help but laugh, the sound muffled by his fuzzy bathrobe.

"Yeah. They're terrible. Wanna switch jobs for a day?" You joke.

"Yeah no offense babe, but that's gonna be a hell no from me." He grinned down at you.

The two of you share a quiet laugh and chaste kisses, before he turns away from you and gets your plate ready.

"Bone apple the teeth!" He said, grinning like a ridiculously goofy shark.

"Pete!" You snort around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah yeah, I know I'm hilarious, but it's nothing to get choked up over!"

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another comic for the saga

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TEAM MILES ✨💯‼️

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Miles and Billie Morales on FaceTime with Peter (@purpletunabread)

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Part 2 in the reblogs 💖

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remembered this tweet exists