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kiss-me-muchoo · 9 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: Do you want a baby? || part two || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be just a general diagnosis turns into a pregnancy reveal + how your water broke in the middle of an actual date with Miguel. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ pregnancy, child birth, grumpy!soft!Miguel x sunshine!reader, sex allusions, implied short reader, implied age gap (legal) NO PROOFREAD :). 𝐀/𝐍_ recommended songs; so it goes and lover again (calling all the reputation & lover stans like me!!!)

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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It would never stop being weird.

Looking at Miguel O’Hara with a tiny female spider by his side, her arm wrapped around his giant forearm, resulting in a confusing image.

Yet, the image continued as Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr looked at you and your husband passing through the cafeteria and going to his office.

“How long have they been married?” Miles asked. Pavitr counted with his fingers.

“I think they’re about to turn two years,” he replied. Hobie smirked, looking at his friend.

“The wedding was sick… Remember?” Gwen and Miles looked at each other confused.

“What happened at the wedding?” The blonde girl asked.

Out of nowhere, Peter B. Parker appeared with a tray of food and Mayday on top of his head.

“Hey, kids. What are you talking about?”

“Miguel and y/n’s wedding,” Miles answers.

Peter lets out a little sigh like he is bringing back a happy memory. Pavitr also made the same gesture.

“It was a wonderful night…” Mayday went straight to Hobie’s arms, and the man was funnily tickling her. So Peter took advantage of that and got his phone out.

“I have pictures!” Gwen and Miles let out a NO WAY, LET ME SEE in unison.

“Alright, alright. Here’s the ceremony…” The phone displayed a picture of what seemed like a church. You had an elegant and vintage dress, Miguel was wearing a tuxedo, and the place was full of candles and sparkles that made the picture look so perfect that it was concerning.

“Miguel looks…” Gwen started.

“Happy?” Hobie asks for her. Everyone nods.

“Oh, show her the party, man,” Hobie suggested with a big grin. Making Miles and Gwen even more confused.

Some pics showed your friends, Jess and Margo, as your bridesmaids. Lego Spider-Man was one of Miguel’s best men; the cake had six layers.

It was a big celebration. With many spider people around, part of your family, and what seemed like a summer afterparty.

Gwen giggled at the variety of pictures; you and Miguel cutting the cake, the waltz… until the pictures turned a little… intense.

“Damn…” Miles let out. Hobie started laughing, looking at the pictures, and Pavitr was getting blushed.

From alcohol shots, a mess in the pool, and you and Miguel doing the infamous wedding garter removal.

“OKAY!… this is not for kids,” Peter yelled, snatching the phone from the pair of teenagers.

“How did that happen?” the girl asked. Neither she nor Miles could believe they would live to see Miguel, you, and other serious spider people doing things like that.

“Alcohol. Boss was drunk as hell….” Hobie said, evidently mocking the leader of the Spider Society.

“It was after the family left, only… close friends. I must admit it’s the coolest wedding I’ve ever been invited to,” Peter accepted. Pavitr nodded.

“Yes, it was at the same level as an Indian wedding,” that was a lot to say.

Soon, Lyla appeared and gave a disapproving look to the whole table.

“Why are you here doing nothing? Jess assigned new missions and- AWW, Is that a picture from Miguel and y/n’s wedding?” The AI appeared beside Peter, looking at his phone.

“Yes. Was a good party, remember?” Lyla nodded at Hobie.

“Until they left for their honeymoon. And I had to do all the job myself for….like a month.”

“You sound like you suffered…” Gwen said.

“I did”

“You’re an AI, Lyla. You can’t feel anything….” Everyone laughed.

“Insensible kids. Now go meet Jess for the mission’s debriefing unless you want Miguel's lecture on your lives.”

With that, everyone left to their respective rooms to hear the debriefings.

…

“Well, that was fun,” Miles commented. Enjoying a giant cheese empanada from the cafeteria. Gwen nodded, and Hobie shrugged, following them.

“Time to go home. I’m tired…” Everyone started to say their goodbyes. Hobie was gone, and then Margo appeared, running towards them.

“Hey! What’s up, Margo?” Jealousy immediately invaded Gwen, and she soon went to appear beside Miles. Nothing personal, but the feeling had been evolving. She liked Margo but didn’t like how she and Miles interacted.

“Haven’t you heard?… y/n is injured” The pair looked between them worriedly.

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I was about to go and see her. Jess said it was delicate.”

Everyone started pacing towards the clinic.

It was as big as the whole HQ; bright, clean, and futuristic.

Many spiders were there, injured people, waiting for surgery, medicines, etc.

However, their way was towards one of the private rooms.

There, you were lying in a bed in the center.

Beside you, Miguel holding your hand.

In a hologram form, Jess and Lyla were looking too.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel asked, intimidating Gwen, Margo, and Miles with his massive height.

“We heard y/n was injured…” Margo dared to respond.

You smiled. You really loved them, so you giggled.

“This isn’t over…” Miguel spoke once again, pointing at you. Oh, Miguel and his so-ever-grumpy attitude.

But you knew there was a lot to talk about back home. A lot…

“Are you okay?”

“Are you gonna be able to go back to work tomorrow?” Miles and Gwen bombard you with lots of questions. Margo was always more considerate, so she stood quiet.

And Miguel was rolling his eyes and looking beyond annoyed, cringed by his younger employees’ questions.

“No, stop saturating her with stupid questions. She’s pregnant, kids….” Miguel said, maintaining his stoic posture.

Jess let out a little laugh, noticing that Margo was the only one to react at the moment.

Her mouth opened to form a big o of shock.

“Do you have anything broken?” The blonde girl in turquoise Converse asked.

“Just my ankle, a sprain in my inner tight… oh, and I have a baby,” you comment softly, rubbing your stomach with a smile.

The teenagers keep making comments Margo is already paralyzed. You laugh again, covering your lips. Then turn to look at Miguel, who’s rolling his eyes again.

“YOU WHAT?…” their eyes are going to pop out.

“You’re pregnant?” Gwen asks.

“That’s why I just said…” Miguel adds with frustration. Then proceeding to whisper something in Spanish.

“I’m very happy for you two, congratulations” Margo is always polite and sweet. You accept her hug, and the other two teens are all over you. Showering you with ideas for baby names, a baby shower hosted by Peter, and making the kid’s first birthday party in the HQ.

“We have to tell this to the others!”

“No. We don’t want to. “

But Miles and Gwen are already out, both still in shock, ignoring Miguel and his desire to keep your status private.

You don’t mind, actually. Everyone would know in a couple of months. But Miguel… what can you say? He’s your husband.

And he kept pinching the bridge of his nose, proving how annoyed he was.

“Paciencia, paciencia…” he keeps murmuring. Margo giggles before turning to leave.

“I’ll try to stop them,” she offers.

“Thanks, Margo,” your husband thanks her with a brief glance.

“Someone has to stop those kids and their unlimited energy” Jess comments, making you laugh.

Soon, it’s just you and your husband.

“Now what?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

Miguel leans to brush some strays of hair behind your ear, giving you a warm look.

“Now I’m taking you home…”

He thinks you look sweet with the hospital gown, perfect hair, and no makeup.

And although he’s scared as hell of you being already so far in the pregnancy, he dreams of the day you are in the same position. With a baby in your arms…

…

“Your wife is almost six months pregnant…” Spider-doctor had said.

“Sorry… I’M WHAT?”

Miguel stood there frozen, holding your hand. You were also in shock.

His world sure stopped for some seconds. All the months trying, wondering why you couldn’t get pregnant, it was because you were already growing a baby.

“But-… I don’t have any symptoms. I don’t even have a belly,” you blurt. "Human bodies work out differently. For spiders, it can work beyond differently” Miguel, and you turn to look at each other.

His face came to hide in your shoulder almost immediately. Whispering ‘thank you’ multiple times, kissing your hair, working in private, so Doctor Spider-man couldn’t see.

Almost six months of going to missions like nothing, having sex like always (every day, at least four rounds). Damn… Miguel had to be more careful.

“I’ll come again to get you a scan and everything. I’m going to leave to get your blood test results.” With that, Doctor Spider-man leaves.

Now, you are sitting in your bed. Remembering the moment you found out the news. Looking at the candles that illuminated your desk across your bookshelves.

In a moment, Miguel entered with a little tray.

“I got your favorite chicken wrap, tea, and cookies…” Now you know you’re pregnant and suddenly want to cry about everything. He was so sweet. His reaction to the pregnancy was calm, and he promised to look forward instead of his past. And now he appeared at your door with some of your favorite snacks and looked beautiful; yes, you’re crying.

“Oh no. Don’t cry, hermosa,” he soothes you. Your little whimpers made him realize he had to be careful with his words. Then the thought of you being unconsciously reckless, putting yourself in danger, edging Miguel towards another breakdown…

“It’s just that… I’m- we’re halfway through this, and I can’t believe everything I did. I could have….”

“No. It was almost impossible to know you were pregnant, love. You would’ve not put yourself in danger at the slight chance….”

“Now what? I don’t want to put the baby at risk, but I can’t stay doing nothing for the rest of the pregnancy. I’m a spider-woman….”

“I know what you’re thinking” Miguel was being so patient. He was listening to you and never letting your hand go.

“Since we started trying… I’ve psyched myself that it could be dangerous. But it’s not gonna be the same. I’m not gonna lose any of you two. Because I know this is correct” Of course, he was afraid, but he committed to letting go of his past and focusing on this present with you. So he would not try to control it and you.

“You’re my lovely wife. I know you, and you’re a strong and perfect woman who will take care of our baby when I can’t be around….” you are shocked. You have to squeeze his hand to confirm you're not dreaming.

He sounds so peaceful, wearing white socks with a hoodie and pants. And he looks that perfect? You had to be dreaming.

“You are taking some weeks to recover from the ankle, the sprain, and one more check to see the baby. Then, low-impact missions, and in the last month, I have you in my office. What do you think?” you nod, smiling. Pushing yourself to sit and hug him and feel his big hands moving across your back.

“Thank you. We love you so much, Miguel…”

We. Oh, he would cry too.

“I love you two so much too. Completely… my whole world…”

“Yeah. No wonder why your plan sounds like you want to have me by your side for the next four months 24/7,” he smiles.

“Maybe that’s the idea…I want my little family with me all the time” You let yourself fall into the pillows again.

You lift your shirt and start poking your flat stomach. Miguel looks at you with curiosity.

“I can’t believe it’s almost six months old, we have a healthy baby, and I don’t have a bump.”

“Well, you look gorgeous as usual. Maybe there’s even a glow on you that I overlooked before”

“It’s my hair, right?”

“Could be…” both of you giggle.

But finally, there’s a time for a kiss. And it feels like bliss like his lips were everything to soothe the confusing thoughts, to feel happy and blessed for the child growing inside you.

His hands sneak through your exposed skin to gently stroke your stomach, hoping to connect with the baby.

He’s going to treasure this new opportunity. He had taken it the first time by marrying you, protecting you but never trying to control you. So he would follow the same recipe for this pregnancy.

From the love you two shared, passion always bloomed.

You felt amazing, so nothing would stop you from having your husband that night. So you started to tangle your fingers through his hair cause it never failed to tease him.

“God… we have to stop, bonita.”

“Why?” You ask with a pout, coming to hug his neck and giving him an annoyed look.

“The baby…”

“The baby has been fine since day one. Want to remember all the things we’ve done in the last five months?” you can swear he’s about to blush. So you giggle.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…” he complains.

But soon, you see his head disappear under the hem of your skirt.

Finally, you exhale with peace and tranquility.

…

Miguel fixes your suit from behind, his own suit already activated. He can hear your heavy breathing and feels slightly guilty because now, with the baby, your breathing could get hatred.

“See? Perfect as usual, mami…” he says, holding your hips, admiring you. He loved seeing his little wife waddling around the HQ with her cute belly and adorable smile. But having her in the HQ, making a moment only for him? It was a blessing.

“We spent at least an hour here; it’s gonna look obvious, Miguel,” you say, ignoring his comments. Your red cheeks, shiny skin, and curled hair could give you away.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Since your belly popped out in the seventh month, it felt like a prolonged fertile week that made you feel sexy and loved by your husband. As a result, extreme rounds of sex came like nothing most days.

“Honestly… I don’t care, hermosa,” he admits smiling. You roll your eyes, pinching his hand to annoy him.

“Sometimes you’re insufferable,” he smirks.

“You love me…” he attacks back, and you can’t help but blush like a little girl.

“Yeah, sometimes it scares me how much I do love you” The moment turns soft, as usual, between you and him.

Miguel turns into a giant heart marshmallow for you. All he can think is about how happy you make him.

“Can we have a date on Friday?” You ask with a cute and shy tone.

“Sure, mami. Where do you wanna go?” That fucking nickname. He meant it sweetly and adorably because, in his head, you were already a mommy. Still, he also says it in a hot way to proudly remember you he got you pregnant.

“The library and that new bakery near home” he would never say no to having a date with you. Never.

“You got me, bonita. I’m in the mood for a thriller book and some… What do you call those little cakes?” since you started dating, Miguel would pick one of your books to read together every night. The pastries only came to the scene on the weekends, though.

“Turkish pastries? Stop, I’m getting hungry. Oh, and I don’t mind another memoir, but yeah, I’m into the thriller book too,” he smiles, offering you another sweet smile. Thinking about how much he wants Friday to come and be out with you.

“I have to assign missions with Lyla. I’ll see you in my office. Okay?”

“Okay, amor,” the characteristic pull on his rib appears; he knows he must lean down and kiss you.

It’s slow, passionate, and delightful. His lips are soft despite all the times he had bitten himself with his sharp fangs. He was always so careful to avoid hurting you. He always avoided contact, but that didn’t stop him from playing with the skin of your neck in the most intimate moments.

“We love you…”

“Me too, bonita. I love you two with my whole heart….”

…

Your stomach was painfully churning. You were hungry, and your baby was asking for something too.

Maybe a burger with my husband’s mask printed on the bun. A side of fries with sweet and sour sauce; yeah, that’ll work, you think.

So you are peacefully sitting in the cafeteria. Waiting for Miguel to come back to the HQ and spent the rest of the day with him. Your mask is resting beside your phone and your web shooters.

It was crazy how the pregnancy made you both clingier than ever. His hands never leave your body, especially your belly. You don’t want to be separated from him for long periods. And even your family noticed how close you and Miguel were.

You asked where he went during a family gathering, only to find him drinking a beer with your father. And your aunts said you two were attached to hip… to the max.

“Hey, there’s my favorite spider-mama. Don’t tell Jess!” Peter appeared on your side with his kids; Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, and Mayday.

“Hey, guys!” Mayday immediately went after you. Playing with your belly and softly poking at the roundness of it.

“Wow, your skin looks amazing!” Gwen flatters you, which causes a big blush on your face.

“Oh, thank you. I spent some time in the sauna today…” Miguel convinced you to try the least heated sauna room, saying it was good for your aching belly. However, it turned into a wild session of sex with at least an hour of duration. But your friends wouldn’t know that.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.

“Fine. You say maybe two more weeks or so…” you rub your belly along Mayday. Her beanie is dirty, and you promise her to clean it up before the day is over.

“I can’t believe you guys don’t know the sex of the baby…” Pavitr commented. You giggle, shrugging.

“I want it to be special. Especially for Miguel… you know his past,” they all nodded. They could see their boss apathetic as usual, barely glancing at them, ignoring their jokes, etc. But every employee of the Spider Society knew Miguel O’Hara had only one weakness; you.

And now that you were pregnant, it was impossible to not notice how Miguel tried to remain calm and be more patient about everything.

“I’m still a little hurt that I wasn’t the first to receive the news,” Peter B. Parker admitted, watching his daughter play with you.

“You left early that day!. You didn’t even know I was injured.”

“Yeah… and I called as soon as I learned the news” You pat his shoulder.

“Oh, Peter. You know you’re one of my best friends. And you’ll be my kid’s godfather,” his eyes sparkled. Everyone laughed at the comment, but Peter was pleased about it.

“I already got something for the kid…” Hobie announced.

“Aww, Hobie!… That’s so sweet, thanks!” their fondness towards you and your baby makes you want to tear up.

“Please, don’t give the child a set of piercings or the book of historic protests like you did with Mayday,” Pavitr prays, looking at his friend. Gwen was laughing so hard that it infected everyone.

However, Hobie had a little guitar full of excellent phrases and stickers he had collected over the months.

“It’s something better,” your punk friend promised.

You really liked spending time with them. It was like a second family that you could enjoy every day.

Then the conversation was all about Pavitr's upcoming big Indian party in Mumbattan. He invited everyone, and you promised to show up with Miguel and the baby.

Then you realized something. You really craved it, being a family of three.

…

A pink box was stuffed with Turkish pastries; 4 pieces of baklava, 2 of basbousa, and a slice of baklava cheesecake.

The sweet woman placed a green ribbon on top of the box, and you squealed out of happiness cause the ribbon matched the pistachio crumbles on the pastries.

“Thank you…” Miguel thanks the woman and follows you toward the exit.

The date was amazing, as usual. Hours spent between bookshelves, stolen kisses, and spending on four books to read in the following months.

“I can’t wait to eat this at home… my mouth is watering, amor,” he chuckled, admitting that these last few weeks, you looked even cuter with your bump and emotional attitude.

“Yeah, give me the box. Or else there won't be any cake left before we arrive home” Frowning, you hand him the box. The way to the parking lot is quiet.

But there’s a pair of big smiles on both of your faces.

The whole day you’ve felt tremendous pressure on your lower belly, nothing painful, but the feeling was weird. Only two weeks left, and then…poof!!, the baby was here.

A heavy noise disconcerted you. And when you looked to your left, Miguel had bumped himself with a lamppost.

Your heavy laughs are all it can be heard isn’t the parking lot after that.

“Stop laughing. I was taking care of you, not stumbling with the bags and your belly” he heard you let out a long oww before continuing to laugh. His spider sense was worse since he learned you were pregnant, always taking care of you. His eyes never leave you, alert in case of anything.

He’s annoyed but smiles at the sight of you being so happy.

Until…he noticed something on your pants. There was a big spot; it certainly looked like…

“Bonita…I think-I think you just….” As you follow his words, you look down to see why your pants and underwear feel drenched.

And once again, you’re laughing.

“Oh my god, Miguel. I think I just…” you peed on yourself for laughing so hard. You’re embarrassed, but still, you find the humor to find it funny. Miguel gets closer and takes the bags of books and your purse from your hands, finally laughing too.

“This is what happens when you make fun of your husband…” he opens the car door for you, and you only send him a lousy look before he keeps smiling. When you accommodate on the seat, your disgusted face worries Miguel. He leans to inspect you better.

“What? What is it, mi vida?” Your discomfort grows, and your hands travel to your lower belly. Seconds later, your eyes pop open in shock.

“Oh god. I don’t think it was pee after all…” you reveal, looking at your husband. His eyes also open in shock, and he starts breathing heavily.

He starts walking in little circles between the space of your car and the neighbor from the parking lot.

All he can think about is that a little human is trying to get out of you.

His life is about to change. All he ever wanted was going to be complete. He had to be strong for you and put his trauma away, like during the pregnancy.

“Okay. Does it hurts now?” He asks, returning to kneeling and looking you in the face.

You shake your head, not even knowing how you feel.

“Not really. I just feel like there’s something stuck inside me and-“

“And?” He urges you.

“And I want to push it out…” he nods, already feeling sweat on his forehead. He leans to kiss your forehead and hold your hands.

“Activate your suit, bonita. We need to go back to the HQ…”

“WHAT? NO… Just take me to a normal hospital, Miguel,” you say, trying to calm down.

“We can’t. Doctor Spider-man has been treating you since we found out. He’ll know better….”

“But…”

“Mami, you’ll have to deliver this baby soon. The best place to do it is in the HQ. You know it, right?” Slowly, you end up nodding.

He makes you look at your watch and activate your suit.

You don’t even feel when your soaked clothes are gone and you are in the suit's skin. You just feel like some beach ball was stuck inside your mouth, but everything happening on your cervix.

Miguel also activated his suit, including his mask. You shake your head at the sight.

“Oh no, fuck no. I'm not wearing the mask…” he sighs. Miguel is doing everything to not panic and not stress you. Even when he feels surprised you are handling the dilatation very well, he knows he can’t panic you too.

“Okay, don’t wear the mask. Can you stand up?…” you do your best, but it’s impossible to stand straight anymore. You must lean a little and open your legs to soothe the intense pressure on your pelvis.

“It’s okay, mami. We’ll be home with our baby in a blink of an eye.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Miguel” Your sarcasm signals him to hurry, so he opens a portal and helps you enter.

…

The room's wide window is like a living landscape, with the futuristic sight of cars and bright lights from skyscrapers.

There were no curtains because no one could see what was happening inside.

You were lying on the hospital bed that night, trying to push out a baby.

“I can’t do this…” you sob. It’s not even that painful (thankfully). The discomfort of the little human sliding out of you very slowly.

“Yes, you can. You are already done, bonita.” Miguel encourages you, which makes you roll your eyes.

“No. I mean-I can do this, just not on this bed…” your husband looks confused, but you ignore him to turn to Doctor Spider-man.

“You can try on your feet,” the doctor speaks through his mask. You nod, and with Miguel’s help, you end up on the edge of the bed; instantly, you feel the pressure of your baby slightly better.

You hear the doctor’s instructions, and even Miguel is in a position to help to catch the kid. You hold onto his broad shoulders to support yourself. Then, after three more big pushes, you feel it…the baby is out.

“We got it,” Miguel hears the doctor say, and a wave of soft cries instantly starts to echo across the room.

Desperation floods Miguel, who wants to see his baby and know everything is fine.

As the doctor cuts the cord and makes Miguel help you to lay on the bed again, he can’t stop kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you so much,” you nod, feeling tears in your eyes.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” officially, there are tears in your husband’s eyes. Doctor Spider leaves, saying he will come back with some papers and to help you.

He thinks Gabriella must’ve been very happy to have a little sister.

“Here you go…,” and everything is a comfortable silence once the baby is in your arms.

She’s tiny, with sun-kissed skin like his father, brown matted hair, and grey eyes that will eventually turn into chocolate like his father’s.

Her eyes are slightly open, she looks like she’s yawning, and her little tongue pokes out occasionally.

“Look, Miguel…” he leans to inspect his daughter closer.

He’s in love with her, and he’s beyond in love with you. He would always thank you for giving him a second chance to be a father.

“Oh, I’m in love again. She’s perfect, amor,” you sob, kissing the baby’s tiny head.

“I can’t believe this… I had nothing. Then I found you. And now…suddenly, we have a baby,” he confessed, caressing her rosy cheek.

“How do we name her?” He asks again.

“I want something related to her father’s name…”

“Are you sure, bonita?” You nod. After all, Miguel deserved it, and you wanted to do it for him.

“Yeah. Magalí, Marina, and Magdalena have been in my mind” his smile lights up with your last option, easily looking at her baby with that name.

“I like Magdalena…”

“Then… hello, baby Magda” you coo at your daughter, feeling her soft skin and plump cheeks.

“Your mommy and I love you so much, baby” Miguel’s hand comes to take yours, and together, you’re admiring your baby girl.

Doctor Spider enters after a knock on the door, holding a little binder.

“Okay, we’re cleaning her and healing you….” he announces. He adds that you’ll be fine in three weeks with a good recovery and that the baby was healthy. Miguel is so thankful and happy. He can barely hide his smile from his coworker.

“But before that… Lyla wants me to congratulate you two and ask if she can spread the news. Everyone is asking for this little family,” you smile. Spider plushie and Lego Spider-Man must be very worried and spider cat. You want to see your friends soon.

“No. We don’t want to share-“

“Miguel.” You scold him, give him a bad look, then look down at your daughter, smiling again.

“Yes, you can tell Lyla to share the news,” the AI appears before you. Her eyes open at the sight of the new addition of the HQ.

“Oh-great. And- OH MY GOD, SHE’S SO CUTE” Miguel instantly rolls his eyes, looking at Lyla moving in front of her tiny daughter and simulating touching her. There’s a little pink headband with a flower in Magdalena’s little head, which doubles how cute she looks.

“Thanks, Lyla…”

“Peter and Pavitr are on their way already. Probably the others will be joining us later” You nod once again. Feeling so welcomed and accepting that Miguel was right.

It was the best idea to give birth to your daughter in the HQ.

“Great. More visits!…” Miguel complains with a big load of sarcasm.

“Sorry…see ya later. ” with that, Lyla disappears.

“Ay, mami. You don’t know what you’ve done” Miguel can hear everyone talking about him and you and the baby. Having all his annoying coworkers asking questions and grabbing his daughter. However, he knows that will make you happy.

“Miguel, don’t be like that. This day is special… but we have our whole lives to have a family moment… just the three of us” he knows you’re right. So he sighs, letting a smile appear on your face.

“Right, yeah. You’re right…”

“I know. Now give me a kiss…” as his lips collide with yours, he takes baby Magda from your arms. She’s light as a feather, beautiful, and Miguel can’t think about ever putting her down in your arms again.

“I love you so much, hermosa. And that will never change…”

“Oh, Miguel. You and Magda are my full happiness now. I love you too.”

Miguel feels complete. He had his daughter in his arms; you on his lips.

And he hoped to treasure that feeling… forever.

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Can we think about how baby Mayday and baby Magda are going to be BESTIES now?!?! *sobs*

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redstarwriting · 11 months

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the clash | ii. time bomb

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, y’all almost fight twice lmao

a/n: felt bad only posting the first chapter, so here’s the second one as well! i’ll get the third one out as soon as i can, but a bitch has work tomorrow and the next day. please enjoy chapter two everyone! and if you wanna be added to the taglist just let me know! :)

now reading: ii. time bomb

previous chapter: i. hey, ho! let’s go!

next chapter: iii. black planet

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Hobie swings his way to where he’s sure Gwen is, and in doing so he will probably also find Miles and Pavitr. He’s sure he looks like if someone said the wrong thing to him, he would punch them in the face, because honestly? He just might. And he doesn’t care. You pissed him off. With your stupid opinions. People like you are the reason anarchy can never succeed, you’re either all in or you’re all out. He hates the way you dismissed him, which is a shame because he really thought you were drop-dead gorgeous.

Speaking of drop, that thought makes him drop. Like, actually. He face plants.

He groans. Fucking hell, he’s never had to deal with this type of hatred before. Usually, it’s just cut and dry ‘I hate you cause xyz’, but fuck you are making it hard. While he hates you for what you said, he loves your style, and he respects you standing your ground and not giving into him with your beliefs, but at the same time, you piss him off. He glances around, “Meant to do that.” No one in particular hears him, but he quickly webs off again. He searches for bright blond hair, and sure enough, he sees Gwen. She’s chilling in the common room Hobie claimed as his own a while back. He claimed it by… redecorating. He just made it feel more like home, and since Miguel is such a lame ass, he didn’t appreciate all the colorful spray paint and broken furniture. But Hobie doesn’t really give a fuck. As he gets closer, he can see that Miles and Pavitr are there too, and… absolutely fucking not.

He lands directly next to you with an unamused look on his face. “And who invited you into my home away from home?” You look at him and roll your eyes. “This your place? Well, that explains why it looks like someone gave Mayday Parker a 50-pack of markers and told her to go to town in here–”

“Ha ha. Funny.”

“–and to answer your question, I invited myself,” you say smugly, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Don’t try to make me like you, it’s not gonna work, love,” he growls, and everyone can tell by the way he said love that he certainly did not mean it as a term of endearment. “I wouldn’t dream of it, mate,” you say, imitating his accent in over-exaggerated way. “I don’t think they are actually calling him their mate,” Pavitr whispers to Miles, who gives him an expression practically dripping in ‘no shit.’ Hobie tears his gaze away from you and looks at Gwen. “We need to show this twat around,” he huffs, and Gwen raises her eyebrows. “We? Isn’t that your job,” she says, and Miles nods. “Yeah, I remember you said you made a deal with Miguel that–”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s my ‘job,’ when have I ever followed the rules of a fuckin’ job?” he seethes, and you snicker. “Aw, how endearing, the punk rebel has a job. I’ll be sure to go to Miguel and tell him you’re doing amazing, so that you don’t get fired, in fact, you could get promoted!”

“That’s it,” Hobie growls and turns to you, grabbing the neck of his guitar and getting ready to use it. You smirk and slightly crouch, ready to jump away or towards him, based on his next move. “OKAY! Okay, we’ll help you just put the damn guitar down,” Miles says, jumping between the two of you. Hobie looks at him before looking at you with a deep frown. “I don’t need help. I just need to make sure other people are here, so I don’t murder this nitwit,” he says, tossing his guitar back so it hangs off his back again. “If anythin’, you’re helpin’ them.”

“I don’t need help either. Especially not yours. I’ll find my way around here myself,” you say, crossing your arms. He turns and offers you a smile. “Well now that you say you definitely don’t want my help, looks like I’m gonna be that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and assist you.”

“My hero,” you say sarcastically, pushing past him and walking out of the room. He motions for the others to follow you first, and walks out last, slinking in the back. Gwen takes up the role he usually plays in showing everyone around. You nod and listen, occasionally asking a question and cracking a joke. He hates to admit it, but your jokes are actually very funny. It’s refreshing to hear deadpan, straightforward, dry comedy instead of the puns and silly jokes all the other Spider-People love to make. But he doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t even crack a smile. Just watches you.

‘Like a creep,’ you think, catching him staring at you for what feels like the 50th time. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention you were getting from him. Truthfully, he’s probably the most attractive person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Such a tragedy he’s also the worst person you’ve ever had the displeasure to speak with.

“Your suit is so cool, by the way,” Miles says to you, and you give him a grin. “Thanks. Made it myself.”

“Yeah. I can tell,” you hear Hobie pipe up, and your head snaps towards him. “Because it’s so stylish, fashionable, and better than anything you could do yourself?”

“No. ‘Cause it looks like it was put together by a colorblind toddler. If you look close enough, the blacks don’t even match,” he says, smirking. Now this was a lie. All the black in your suit was a perfect shade of raven, he just knew it would piss you off. And it did. “Fuck you. At least my suit doesn’t look like a twelve-year-old who just discovered Hot Topic for the first time,” you hiss, and he scoffs. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth there, mate.”

“You watch yours, mate.”

“Okay, both of you shhhhhhh!” Gwen says, and you both look at her. “Don’t tell me what to do–”

“Stop talking like me!”

“What?! You stop talking like me!”

“Oh my God, the romantic tension is through the roof right now!” Pavitr suddenly pipes up, and now the both of you are staring at him, dark expressions on your faces. “I’d rather be eaten alive by a single piranha so it would take days until I finally succumbed to the sweet release of death,” you hiss and Hobie nods. “Finally. Somethin’ we agree on.” He turns and looks at you, and you roll your eyes at him. “Way to de-escalate, buddy,” Miles whispers to Pavitr, and Pavitr sighs as Miles walks a little faster to catch up with everyone else. “But I was being serious…”

Gwen continues to show you around, and when she finally finishes, you all are back at ‘Hobie’s common room.’ You walk back inside and sit on the tattered and broken-down couch. The way the room is decorated is kind of cool, you must admit. You’re just not a fan of the mismatched colors everywhere. And it could use a couple more decorations. Like bat skeletons. Or just live bats. That would be adorable. “Thanks for showing me around,” you thank Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr. “Not you, though,” you say to Hobie and he snorts. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to thank me for anything.”

“Why do you two hate each other so much? Didn’t you literally just meet?” Miles asks, looking exhausted from the snarky remarks coming from both of you. “We did,” you confirm. “And we don’t get along cause they don’t have any strong belief system.”

“Yes, I do! I’m just realistic, and he can’t understand that,” you say and he rolls his eyes. “Realistic, eh? I already told you I led a rebellion.”

“And I told you it doesn’t matter because everyone is shit. How many villains have you fought since this rebellion you led?”

“None of your fuckin’ business.”

“So, you’ve fought at least one. What did that rebellion get you then, huh?”

“I recommend you shut your fuckin’ mouth before I shut it for you.”

“Please, do try. I need a new skeleton for my collection,” you growl and the two of you jump at each other. Luckily, Gwen and Miles web both of you and hold you back. “That’s enough of that,” Gwen says. “I have an idea,” Miles says, “why don’t we go visit your universe, (Y/n)? Maybe then Hobie can see why you’re so… negative.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere near that place,” Hobie nearly yells. “Good. I don’t want you there anyway.”

“On second thought, I think it might be very eye-opening to see the world you grew up in. Maybe I can team up with your sinister six and put you in your place,” he spits out at you, causing you to glare at him and flip him off again. “A field trip sounds fun, especially after all this just happened. Maybe it will help the two of you lighten up,” Pavitr says, and you both roll your eyes. “Fine. You can all come. But if you step one toe out of line, Hobie–”

“What? You’ll yell at me?”

“No. I’ll torture you to the point that you would beg me for death.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

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st4rymoon · 9 months

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𝘖𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴

Miguel x Spanish speaking reader

Story is mostly in english but both Miguel and reader speak Spanish. Some translations are added since the english translations don’t sound good for what I was trying to say, sorry ☹️

Context: Miguel was always oblivious to others flirting but it crossed the line when he apologizes for you.

Includes: arguing, jealousy, angst, fluff, kissing, Miguel sweet talking, ft. Gwen and hobie, language. No use of y/n.

Miguel usually wasn’t oblivious to most situations but when it comes to flirting, he certainly is. You’ve been happily dating for almost a year now and you soon realized he never realized when others were flirting with him.

At first you thought he liked it, maybe he enjoyed the attention which made you iffy but you soon came to realize he genuinely didn’t see it as people flirting with him.

Today, you were made aware that a new spider was found. You didn’t think anything of it until you were laying on the couch with Gwen laying close to you as she went in about her highschool life.

Both of you sat up slightly as you saw a blonde haired girl stuck to Miguel’s side with a wide grin. She gripped onto his arms, stopping him in his tracks and blabbering on about how nice his eyes were.

“Uh oh”

Gwen got up from your side and watched you in amusement. Your face didn’t move a muscle, you watch Miguel closely. Sure you could yank that girls hair out but that wouldn’t do much, you knew if Miguel broke then you’d much rather yank his hair out rather than hers.

After all she was probably oblivious to the fact that he was with someone. Miguel’s eyes darted to you, a smile growing on his face as he made his way to you “doll this is grace, the new spider”

Before you could give her a smile, the new girl gave you a dirt look followed by an eye roll “you have a girlfriend?” She hissed “yeah I mentioned I was with someone in the society” Miguel shrugged, walking away from her and planting himself next to you.

You still have a friendly smile, your eye trying it’s best not to twitch in anger. Gwen on the other hand was trying not to burst into laughter “what’s up with you” Miguel questioned toward Gwen.

“Gosh Miguel you are so damn oblivious, it’s going to get the best of you one day” Gwen chuckled as she swung out of the room. Now it was only the three of you, the blonde haired newbie sitting in front of you both.

“So how long have you been together?” She smiled with a bothered undertone. “Almost a year” you smiled “oh so nothing serious” she laughed as she leaned down into her seat “well much more serious than any relationships you’ve been in I guess” you gritted your teeth.

Miguel gave you a look, almost as to tell you to shut up. Your eyes narrowed at him, sure he was oblivious but what she just said was obviously hostile toward you. “Sorry she can sound a little passive aggressive” Miguel softly smiled.

You scoffed, getting up from your seat and pushing past Miguel’s legs. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was he really apologizing for you? For snapping back at disrespect thrown towards the both of you?

“Where are you going?” Miguel sighed as he realized what he said came off wrong. You didn’t say a word, if he was more concerned to not hurt this girls feelings then you weren’t dealing with him.

You swung down the hallway with fury in your eyes, hobie threw a hand up in cheer as he noticed your anger. He was always one to enjoy rebellion especially aganist Miguel and he could see you were about to do something that would certainly piss him off.

Miguel had told you to never go through universes unless it was truly needed but you could care less. You just wanted to go back home for a little, get out of this hell for just a few hours.

Back at HQ Miguel was yelling his head off looking for you, only hobie had seen where you had gone and he happily tampered with the cameras so no one else knew.

“Who the hell messed with the cameras!” Miguel screamed “gosh she’s so damn dramatic, where the hell is she” he groaned. Grace watched as Miguel scattered around, Gwen watched her closely as she went up to Miguel.

“You know, if she’s making you this stressed… maybe you need someone who would keep your feelings in mind” she cooed. Gwen’s eyes narrowed, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “And what the hell does that mean” Miguel yelled, making the newbie scatter back.

“I- I- I’ve always been told I’m a great stress reliever, I can listen” she smiled. Miguel scoffed “not happening, now get the yell out of my face PETER! Peter get her out of here I don’t have time for this”

You watched through your phone as Gwen sent you the videos, sometimes her nosiness was useful. You felt a little bad knowing you were making Miguel turn everything upside down looking for you, but you just needed to be alone for a few.

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard a portal open from behind you “Finally” you heard Miguel sigh as he walked up to you out of breath. “Why wouldn’t you fucking tell me where you went huh? I had to get it out of Hobie!” He huffed.

You didn’t bother looking up. Those words repeated in your mind. Maybe all you did was stress Miguel out, did you really never think about his feelings?

You knew it was stupid to take her words seriously. “I needed sometime alone” you whispered. “What? Why wouldn’t you just fucking tel-“

“I NEEDED SOME TIME ALONE MIGUEL YA! That stupid girl following you around, and you? Defending her? Apologizing for me? Who the fuck do I look like? Maybe all I do is stress you out like she said but trust me, Miguel if it was the other way around, having someone follow me around like that. You would’ve done the same thing or worse”

Your voice was shaky “I know I’m a handful, ya lo sé. So if you want her then that’s fine” Miguel’s eyes softened. Gosh you were so dramatic at times, just like he was when he got jealous.

“Stop being so dramatic, pinche dramática” he chuckled. You threw your shoe at him with an eye roll “por qué te haces? You know I loved you chula” he cooed.

Miguel fell to his knees, his head landing on your lap “yeah you might be a hand full but so am I, that’s why we go so well. And trust me I don’t want that new girl, why would I need anyone else when I have the world in front of me?” He smiled.

You tried to hide the smile on your face, gosh he was such a sweet talker. “yo miró la sonrisa” he smiles, his finger lifting your face up from below you to connect your eyes.

Your glossy eyes looked down at his “you’re the one I love, no one else.” Miguel pulled you down for a kiss, his soft plump lips hit yours as both of you moan into each other.

“I’m sorry muñeca, I’m so so sorry. I know I was wrong for apologizing for you and I’m not going to make excuses, it was wrong for me to do.”

“I’m sorry too” you panted between the kiss “next time let’s both communicate better yeah? Los dos de mal” miguel sighed.

You both stayed on the rooftop for a few hours, making out then laying in each others warmth then making out. Once you both made it to HQ, he leaned down to your ear “she won’t be seen here anymore”

an: newbie was not hard harmed after, just kicked out if it sounded a little threatening…

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"My last point is that I don't really see JK being a club going person."

I was going to say this a well. I quite don’t get why some people portray him as a party boy when he has shared several times that he’s more of a homebody and feels more comfortable chilling with friends or relaxing at home - which, for an introvert, isn’t surprising at all. He seems like someone who has a small close circle of friends and doesn’t really socialize outside of it. Sure we don’t know him in private and it’s not like he never goes out obviously but I’ve always felt he was pretty transparent and sincere with us. So I really don’t get the need for some fans to portray him as a person he hasn’t shown to be. It’s weird, it’s like he’s not enough for them so they have to twist his personality to make it fit the way they would like him to be. That’s not exactly what I call love, but well..

~Ask Anon is referring to~

Hi lovely!

Right?! Talk your talk 💪

Like how many times has Jungkook shown and spoken about his MTBI?! He’s an introvert through and through. From what we’ve seen he has his select few that he’s himself with and has fun with but we’ve seen him when not working like a dog, at home or working out.

Introvert in the wild

He drinks at home, due to sasaengs he works out at home, he sings karaoke at home, he cooks at home.

Of course he must do things with people that we don’t see or know about but the pervasive notion that he’s some addict fuck boy boils down to ta few things, the main ones in my mind right now, small mindedness and baseless rumours.

Small mindedness because according to the teen book, movie, tv, fanfic stereotype the dark clothes, piercings, tattoo, bike riding, quiet type can and only ever will be a ‘fuck boy’. He has a group of 97z idol friends that one outing, that made headlines, determined his character from that point forward. What else has he done that warrants such judgements? Drink at home in front of his phone? Have boxing as a hobby? Own a motorcycle alongside owning cars too?

The Wattpad f*ck boy of their dreams 😑 I’ve literally SEEN countless Wattpad covers, some actually entitled ‘f*ck boy’ or with a fuckboyjungkook! tag, no joke!!!

Rumours because his blonde foreign, dancer, idol, older actress, tattoo artist girlfriends all can attest under oath to his ways, no wait it’s the random online account holders that can attest under oath due to their inside knowledge

No matter how often he shows himself to be a homebody. No matter how often over the years the members and Jungkook talk about how Jungkook likes to stay in. Jungkook saying he’d rather join in on other people’s plans as he’s not one to do much of left to his own devices. Namjoon saying Jungkook likes to stay at home and Hobi saying ‘he’ll go for Jimin’. Jungkook saying he stays in and when given Netflix suggestions says he’s watched them all, used to stay in and play video games, draw and create etc it’s not enough to shift certain people’s mindset because his outward appearance sets it in stone for them. Oh that and his FICTIONAL music videos where he holds a woman’s hand and starts at another woman’s forehead

When the camera is rolling for the MV character, the pop idol

When the camera isn’t rolling for the MV character but to capture the man Jeon Jungkook

There are so many side to this young man who has an aesthetic expression that people will not get over.

Curteous

Kind and respectful

Loving

Tender and caring

Cute. Sorry Jungkook you are a grown man, yes, but still so damn cute!

You’re right in my opinion anon but I will say one thing…

You said: ‘It’s like he’s not enough for them […]’

I say: He’s too much for them, so they have to simplify him to a caricature because him as a whole is someone they can never appreciate, how he deserves to be appreciated. Him as a whole can’t be the person they’ve deemed their fantasy or enemy.

Thank you for your ask😊! As you can tell I needed to get that out and you gave me the opportunity 🙈

💜

#Jungkook #Anonymous Asks #Jikook #the last tag just because…

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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Hey! <3🫶🏿

Gwen and Pav saw Hobie laid back being chill, they thought he looks so cool with his 'I don't care' personality. They noticed how many girls he would get around him, it's crazy to see him flirting and putting on his British Charm just to get them blush. The ultimate Rizzler as Pav giggles about it between Gwen. They were laughing at the way the girls fawn over Hobie's bad boy charm, his slick coolness bloom.

"Another girl gave him, her number?" Gwen asked as they stopped another anomaly in this world.

Pav nodded, "Yup! Too bad they will never get a call from him. His world is in the 70s."

"Oh yeah, he doesn't know about certain technology..." Gwen giggles.

"You know, what I noticed!"

"What?"

"Have you noticed how chill, and carefree he is, but" Pav turns his view to Gwen, "You saw how he reacts with-"

"Miles!" The two said at the same time with agreement. The two noticed how pink their punker gets whenever Miles comes around or touchy feely, he tries to play it off as being a kind friend.

"Right? He totally has a crush on him!" Pav said with excitement.

Gwen asked, "Who Miles having a crush on Hobie or Hobie has a crush on Miles?"

"Both!"

"Ahh," She grins widely, "Yeah, my gaydar keep going off whenever I see those two together."

"Are you okay with him crushing on your Miles?" Pav asked being concerned with Gwen's feeling. The Ghost-Spider did had feelings with their artistic friend.

"Yeah, me and him talked about our... feelings for one another isn't gonna work out. I'm pretty much trying to figure myself out first, and it's not fair to him after the whole Canon crap with Miguel." She sighs feeling a bit guilty to put her friend through so much. "It's fair for him to date someone..." Her blue eyes stare off at Hobie merely chatting to the teenage girls before they left. "Hobie would be good for Miles, and the same with Miles being good for him."

"Awe, you're such a good friend. You sacrifice your own selfish needs so your best friend can be happy! I'm so proud of you!" Pav hugs her with joy almost teary eye.

Gwen let out a low chuckle, "It's not that deep."

"Oh but it is. Gwen, you're a true Spider-woman!"

"Ha, yeah. I am!" She grins widely showing off her gap tooth.

"Hey, mates. What you two talking about?" Hobie calls them over as he walks toward them with his hands in his pockets. His wicks bounces by every step he takes.

"Nothing! Just... we wonder if you could rizz up anyone!" Pav said out loud.

"Rizz?" He tiled his head at the modern slang. The poor guy takes a while to understand his friends' slang because they live in a time where everything is modern. Especially when technology is so advance, he can understand it since he's one smart punker. Yet, it takes time for him to understand the devices like Smartphones, computers that are in smaller forms called tablets? What a wild time for him to live!

"You know, Rizz! To flirt or woo a person! It's a popular slang in our worlds." Pav explained, "Can you charm anyone if you want?"

"I wouldn't say everyone, but yeah. Why?" Hobie eyes at his two friends.

"Well, we know you always get girls to talk to you. We just want to know your secret." The blond teenager said.

"It's pretty easy. You just be cool, calm, relax like this," He kept his posture the same, "and give a look like this. Have your eyelids half open and smirk." His eye lids half open almost alluring, his smirk made his lips more lush, something about his face always enchant them.

They got Pav and Gwen blushing a bit at how easily they were rizzed by their friend. "Oh my Brahma! Turn that off! Turn that off, I think I almost fallen for you!" Pav put his hand on Hobie's face being on his tippy toes.

"Guh-" Hobie muffled by the sudden hands on his face.

Gwen could only closed her eyes, with her arms crossed and foot tapping on the ground. She's too upset with herself to be woo by Hobie's charms, and it wasn't all that much. Damn, he got her.

"You two asked!" Hobie chuckles in amusement, "Nothing wrong with that..."

"Well, it's better than what Miles' learn from his Uncle." Gwen admits finally looking at her friend.

Pav laughs out loud pulling his hands away from Hobie's face, "Oh yeah, the hand on the shoulder then go," He mimics the move to Gwen with is hand placed on her left shoulder, and his voice deeper, "Hey!"

"AHHH, ewww!" Gwen laughs with shrills in her voice being so weirded out by that move. "Ugh, it's so bad!"

"Hahaha, tell me about it. It's just weird!" Pav laughs along with Gwen having to do a little jog in place to release his laughter out somehow. "I bet you can pull it off." He said to the punker.

"Me? Pfft, I doubt it. It looks bonkers!" Hobie said out loud. "Your not gonna catch me doing that."

"Okay, but can you rizz up Miles? The same way you did with me and Pav. We wanna see his reaction."

Hobie bite his bottom lip, cursing himself to brag a bit. "Sure..." Putting a fake smiles, he saw Gwen and Pav giggles among themselves. Something tells him this might be bad...

~Later at Headquarters ~

"I told you, I have my own way." Hobie said to Pav.

"Oh, come on. You got show us what kind of move your gonna do!"

Gwen saw Miles portal opening up, "Um... Guys get ready. Miles is coming.

Miles run out of the portal to find his friends, "Hey, guys! I'm sorry I was late, had to finish up a project for tomorrow's class." He breathes heavily.

Hobie's whole body frozen, he could feel his heart beat in his ears, for the first time he felt his pawns sweating, "Oh you're just in time, right Hobie?" Gwen giggles.

Miles look at the tall singer with admiration, his doe like eyes couldn't get any bigger with those honey-glazed brown eyes. Pav and Gwen saw how Hobie's magazine collage around him turns pink with small fonts that read, "Fuckfuckfuck!"

The punker had a plan to do his look, but Miles' joyful face caught his off guard, Once again.

"Oh hi, Hobie! What's up, man?" Miles let out a small smile at him.

Hobie calmly walk up to Miles having his normal color, then he awkwardly place his right hand on Miles' right shoulder being taken an aback by this sudden gesture.

Gwen groans, "Oh no, not that."

"Oh boy..." Pav shook his head.

Then Hobie let out a small smirk then said, "Hey."

"That looks so damn awkward from here." Gwen said to Pav.

Pav nodded, "Not even his accent came save him. No way this will-" The two saw Miles being super bashful, his hand on his cheeks heated as was wooed by Hobie.

"It works on him!!!" Gwen stood in shock.

"Wow!" Pav's mouth dropped. "The bar is really low for him then?"

"So cool." Miles said, being flustered. "Hobie, how can you do that while be cool?"

"I'm always cool, luv." He grins widely, pulling his hand away. Not his best move, but it did the job. Gwen and Pav watches being too surprised. No one can rizz like Hobie!

"Ca-can you teach me, man!" Miles' eyes gleams bright almost like two sunflowers being blessed by the sunlight, his body bend low to meet Hobie's eyes, those luscious plump lips suddenly look so glossy almost kissable. The sixteen year old hold his arms behind his back as he cheeks flustered from being shy to ask for more advice, "Please, Hobie? I want to be cool like you, hmm?" He pucker his lips trying to do his best puppy dog pout.

Hobie's eyes widen like he saw something so forbidden, something too damn cute. It was all too much for him, his whole body turned pink to red to soft pink then flashing through many pinks and reds. It stopped when his whole body turns to sparkle heart shape stamps red paper.

"WHOA! I never seen him do that before!" Gwen shouted in shock.

Pav gasps, "He can have sparkle paper!"

"Um... Hobie?" Miles' hand gently tug Hobie's sleeve.

The seventeen year old quickly cover his mouth trying to hold in his own colors, the red becoming vivid. "Um.. yeah, Sunflower." He couldn't stop looking at Miles, he's just too damn cute for his own good.

"I was hoping you can teach me," Miles' hand gently rub Hobie's hand, feeling the cold spandex and long fingers with his own slender warm hands. "right now?" He looks up at Hobie with those bright eyes and beautiful sunkisses glowing cheeks.

Hobie froze again almost fainting. "Hobie, are you okay, man?" Touching Miles' hand was enough to send him fainting, he felt his whole body to warm... too red for his own good.

"I'm... I'm fine, luv." He lies trying to play it off.

Pav whistled, "Looks like they're meant to be!"

"Ditto. Let's go get lunch!" Gwen offers.

"Oh sweet! Let's leave the lovebirds." The two walks away to go get some food. Looks like the Rizzler have been rizzed by Miles.

Miles merely smiles at Hobie, who is still frozen in place being all sparkly with red and pink colors. "Hobie, your so funny..." Miles giggles.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spider verse #spiderman #spider-man #fanfic #flowerpunk

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urfavdarkskinn · 21 days

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The Boy Is Mine 💗

Miguel O’Hara x blackfem!reader smut

warnings: 18+ content

what you’re gonna see in this story: praise (kind of)

submissive! Miguel

homewrecker 🙄

authors note: in this, you two already have an established relationship. ALSO VERY IMPORTANT I HAD TO CHANGE UP THE ORIGINAL PLOT SO THAT THE SMUT COULD HAPPEN

summary: everything between you and Miguel was perfect until this blonde preppy bitch thinks she has a chance with him. Seeing as you’re a mature adult, the obvious thing to do is SHOW HER how much he’s yours.

You huffed, walking next to Gwen as Hobie and this mystery boy chatted. We were all going to Miguel’s office, so of course, you were in a bit of a mood. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see your man, but after hearing what Gwen did… you already know Miguel’s going to have a fit.

You almost groaned at the thought, knowing how dramatic he gets. You wished you didn’t go up to Jessica when you saw her talking to the group you’re now with.

“Hey Jess, what’s going on?” You swung down from a pillar, your long braids flying behind you as you fell. “Ahh Y/N, perfect! We were just about to ask someone to go with these KIDS to go see Miguel.” You hummed and observed them, missing the way Jess gave Gwen a MEAN side eye. It was Gwen, Hobie, and some cute boy who looked like he was trying to study you.

“I guess I’ll go.. wait are they gonna get him ma-“ Jess cuts you off with a push towards them and says, “GREAT! See you later, love ya!”

Damn, you thought. I’m gonna get her back for this shit.

“So.. where are you from?” You turn your head to see the boy had been talking to you. With a raised eyebrow you said, “New Jersey (u can obv put yours)..” He raised his eyebrows in surprise..? Maybe he was intrigued? You didn’t know, and you weren’t planning on asking.

Instead, you asked him the simple, “what’s your name again?” He smiled happily and said, “Miles. Miles Morales.” He reminded you of a baby, making you smile back at him. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you stuck your hand out and he shook it. “Where are you from Miles?”

He smiles and says, “Brooklyn” making you nod and smile back. In the corner of your eye you swore you saw Gwen eyeing you, but you didn’t care enough to pay attention. You left Miles and moved backwards to walk with Hobie, one of your closest friends in the Spider Society.

“What do you think of him?” referring to Miles. He scoffed in amusement and said, “he’s alright.. has a baby face don’t y’think?” You laughed and said, “Okay well you look like a grown ass man so that’s not really fair.”

He hummed in agreement before throwing an arm over your shoulder as you finally got to Miguel’s office. We all VERY impatiently waited as Miguel’s weird desk thing moved down to our level, before Miles tried saying hello.

Hobie and you already moved, you leaning on a wall tiredly, while Hobie sat on a small ledge. You watched as Miguel rudely took Miles’ empanada and say something in Spanish.

You had no clue what he just said, but damn did it sound good, you were basically drooling. While fantasizing about your man that you actually hadn’t seen in a while, his eyes went to you as well.

He didn’t say anything, just sent you a look that was saying ‘Hi I missed you’ in your own language (at least that’s what you prefer to believe). You sent him a wink back before he rolled his eyes and turned back to yelling at a child.

You zoned out for pretty much all of it, eventually laying on a table with Hobie because of how tired you were. Once you noticed Miguel was done being upset, he “dismissed” everyone. You put a hand on Miles’ shoulder and sent a smile before muttering, “don’t worry kid, he’s not really upset at you, he’s just VERY angry and… dramatic. He’ll hear you out soon enough.”

He nodded and sent a smile back before he walked out of the room and you went to Miguel. He had already sat down, over his desk as he put his hand on his forehead, groaning.

You sighed and put your hands on his back, rubbing his shoulders. He groaned again but it was more whiny, making you smirk softly. You were going to talk until you heard someone walk in, making both of your heads turn.

“Hey, you’re Miguel O’Hara right?” A girl walked in, her blonde hair bouncing with her steps. She’s new, you thought. You glanced over at Miguel, stepping away from him as he stood. He nodded while looking down at her.

“I’m new, my name’s Alyssa~” *Alyssa* purred, her eyes scanning him. You rolled your eyes, realizing this girl didn’t even acknowledge you. It was quiet for a few moments before you decided, why not introduce myself.

You walked up next to Miguel, putting a hand on his arm and smiling sweetly, “Hey, I’m Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you.” She smiled back, squinting her eyes towards you. “Oh hey! So are you Miguel’s.. cleaner?” She spoke, letting out a short laugh.

You hummed, “Yea no.. that’s your job hun. I’m actually one of the best in this operation. Maybe I can teach you, seeing as you don’t look like you’re very.. skilled in this job.” You both smile sickly at each other, while poor Miguel glances between the two of you.

He clears his throat before speaking, “uhm.. w- well if that’s all then uh-“ Alyssa jumps up, “oh yea of course! I’ll see you around, bye Miguel~!” She walks out leaving your ears buzz from how quiet it is now.

“..well she was fuckin’ annoying.”

You thought that was it to be honest. You had prayed to be honest, ‘God… please don’t let me have to hurt a bitch.’ But no, she just had to keep digging herself into a deep hole.

It started with very very short talks between Miguel and her (really just her yapping and him not paying attention), but then it turned into her following him around like a damn puppy. It got so annoying, even Peter, who is the nicest man you know, was starting to get pissed off.

It was quite sad really, knowing that while she was looking up at Miguel with those eerily big eyes, he was scanning crowds, looking for you.

The worst part about this was that every time these little events would happen, you’d be out on a mission. Now you knew damn well that this poor girl wasn’t trying to steal your man, right?

You knew simply telling her to back off wouldn’t do, so you made the perfect plan.

It was one day where you had a mission, so you already knew Alyssa would try some shit with Miguel.

Little did she know, you had finished your mission in literally a matter of seconds (the spider gods blessed you with a TURTLE villain😭), so you’d still be able to go through with what you had planned.

Everyone knows Alyssa loves getting Miguel when he’s alone, so she’d go to his office at a certain time every single day.

But today, instead of walking in a “lonely” Miguel, she’ll walk in on him moaning for the one he truly loves.

Now, others might think this is crazy or gross for letting yourself get walked in on… but a bitch needs to learn her place eventually!

After a few minutes, you spotted your pretty boy and walked up to him, “Miguel can you come with me for a sec?” You softly grabbed Miguel’s forearm, making him look at you.

At first he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but once you batted your eyelashes and gave him one of his favorite looks, he quickly nodded and said, “yea yea let’s go.”

“What’d you need me for mami?” He spoke as we walked into his office and towards gis chair. You softly pushed him to sit down before straddling his waist.

“I need you Miguel” you said as you left soft kisses on his neck. He sighs and lulls his head to the side, relishing in the feel of your soft lips against his body.

You started off by giving Miguel little kisses, but it quickly turned into bites after hearing his yummy whimpers.

We both knew he needed more, so you leaned back up, capturing him in a deep kiss.

Miguel quietly moaned into the kiss, clearly turned on at the thought of you taking control.

You, in fact, had been so lost in the kiss that you started grinding against Miguel’s hard cock. This made him break the kiss with a gasp, his hands quickly gripping onto your hips.

Your hand went to the back of his neck, caressing him softly as you rocked your hips against his.

You had barely even starts and poor Miguel was already so worked up. “Mm you’re so needy today baby,” you purred, trying to spur him on even more.

As a result, Miguel whined and bucked his hips up against yours, “ngh- haven’t felt you in so long!”

You hummed and slowed your grinding, leaning down to his ear and softly nibbling on it.

His groan made you giggle before kissed down his neck and to the top of his suit, “you wanna take this off for me?”

You looked up at him and he quickly used his watch, the suit he once had on, completely forgotten of.

Your eyes scanned him over, biting your lip as you do so. It’s just something about a big, handsome man being all submissive and whiny for *you* (it just does it for you).

You kissed your way down his chest, slowly sliding off his big thighs, just to rest between them.

You looked up at him as your hand goes to wrap around the base of his cock, your tongue slowly twirling around the tip.

Miguel was quick to moan, throwing his head back while his hand goes to grip your free one.

You quickly get to work, instantly deepthroating him, and for some reason you just don’t care if you gag or not, you just want him to cum.

He responds with loud moans and whimpers, his hips moving to the rhythm of your head bobbing up and down on his dick.

As you kept your steady pace, Miguel’s free hand goes to your braids (that he absolutely LOVES btw), and grabs a handful, starting to conduct your head at the right pace for him.

Of course, you started gagging, but it felt so good for some reason, so you gave a hum of approval, making his hips buck up into your throat again.

Miguel’s fast pace never faltered, and you could tell he was getting close with the frequent moans of your name, and the unsteady rise of his hips.

You were fully prepared to have your mouth filled with his cum, but instead, he pulls you off him.

You were going to question why, but he beat you to it saying, “wanna cum in your pretty pussy mama.”

You nodded, panting softly before taking your suit off as well.

He quickly grabs you, grabbing his cock to rub it in between your folds, before pushing in.

You moaned loudly, your head lulling forward to rest on his shoulder as Miguel continues to push into you.

Once he gets to the base, he waits for my approval, which is given when I move my hips and say, “p-please Miguel, do something! I need you.”

Miguel groans and starts fucking into you saying, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You respond with a loud moan as Miguel’s thrusting speeds up, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly everytime.

His rough thrusts and loud groans never faltered, not even when your spidey senses went off, hearing someone’s soft footsteps making there way to the room.

You knew it was Alyssa, and you smirked widely, making sure to clench your pussy tightly so that Miguel could moan louder.

As he fucked into you, your hand went up to grip his soft curls, him moaning and whining from your touch as you said, “whose pussy makes you feel this good baby? Who do you belong to?”

Miguel moans louder than before and quickly responds with, “oh f-fuck Y/N! Only you make me f-feel this good!”

You hummed happily, leaning forward to suck on Miguel’s neck and to arch your back more, wanting to give Miguel a view.

His response was his big hands on your ass, and even rougher thrusts.

You noticed the presence had left as quickly as it came, and you smiled knowing your plan had worked.

But, none of that seemed to matter anymore as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm.

You started whimpering and moaning, your thighs twitching as Miguel’s cock stretched you out.

“I’m gonna cum baby..” you said into Miguel’s ear.

“Me too.. c-cum with me!” He spoke in between pants, his thrusts somehow become faster and faster.

You had already thought you were done for, but once you felt one of his hands move to rub your clit, and watched as his lips wrapped around your nipple, then you knew you were done.

You moaned louder than before, his name falling from your lips over and over again like a prayer as your cum squirted out of you.

Your head fell forward onto his shoulder as he thrusted harshly into a few more times before cumming, his warm seed filling you up.

He dragged out his last moan, only soft pants following after.

You laid limp in his arms for a few moments, fucked out of your mind and just comfortable in this position with your future husband (he doesn’t know it yet).

“So.. as much as I loved this, why did you pick *here* to fuck me?” Miguel asked softly, his voice still a little scratchy.

You stayed quiet for a moment, giggling at the thought, “I needed Alyssa to know that you were taken.. so I made sure she saw us.”

He let out a chuckle, his pretty smile coming out as he leaned his head back against his chair.

He raised his head up again and said, “I love you,” while giving you soft kisses.

You hummed as your eyes fluttered closed a few times, saying, “I love you too.”

You were laying against his warm chest, loving the feel of his hands going to your waist before he slowly raised you up and back down again.

You picked your head back up and made eye contact with him, raising an eyebrow, “again?”

He nodded, biting his lip while his eyes raked over your naked body. You giggled and kissed him, this was the best plan ever.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #across the spiderverse #miguel smut

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moralesmilesanhour · 6 months

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lil' baby crush

summary: gwen pays miles a visit and gets him to go to one(1) college party. wc: ~1400 a/n: this isn't canon-compliant in that gwen is gay and miles is bisexual here. he's like the 'damn nobody want u fr' 'im sayin like!' image. enjoy!

Miles sighed and sunk down into his chair, the blue light from his laptop illuminating his face. He was currently the only one occupying the shared dorm room, working on an essay that wasn’t due until next month while his roommate was out doing…whatever he was doing.

Partying, probably.

Despite what he’d often told his parents to explain his sudden disappearances, Miles didn’t really do parties.

He’d had a taste of them in the form of school dances at Brooklyn Middle: you get there, maybe talk to your friends a little, then stand around trying to figure out how, when, and for how long to dance while the same ten songs rattle your eardrums.

If he wanted to blast his ears with music for several hours straight, he figured that’s what his trusty bass-boosted headphones at home were for. No complex social ballet required. Even better, he could choose the playlist.

But it sure made for some boring-ass Friday nights.

Miles got up and rolled his shoulders, fully prepared to go lie in bed for another hour, when he caught a familiar golden light flash across his window. He grinned to himself, wondering which member of what Hobie had affectionately called ‘the Spider-band’ had swung by for a visit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Gwen’s white mask appeared in the frame. She waved as Miles padded over to the window and pushed it open wide enough for her to climb through. Just as her muddy converses were about to touch the floor, he raised an eyebrow.

“Gwanda, you know better.”

“Right, forgot about that,” Gwen laughed, kicking them off. “Old habits, y’know?”

Miles shook his head and grinned.

“So, how’s the thing with MJ going?”

Gwen removed her mask, revealing shoulder-length blonde hair. It fell in choppy layers, and she had replaced the soft pink dye at the tips with a fiery orange.

"Well, it's…going."

Miles crossed his arms.

"Gwen…You did talk to her, right?"

"Y-yeah! I spoke to her," Gwen gnawed at her bottom lip before mumbling, "Once. On the subway."

"Absolutely tragic," he exclaimed dramatically as he fell back on his bed. "My best friend has absolutely no game!"

"Oh, you're one to talk! You think I forgot about 'the shoulder touch'?"

Miles sat straight up.

"I thought we agreed to never speak of that again."

"Just saying," Gwen hopped off of the window sill and sat at Miles' desk. "Enough about me, though. How's campus life? You get wasted at any parties yet?"

Miles shrugged.

"I got invited to one nearby that's supposed to be tonight, but I stayed back. No club meetings this week, either, so…"

Her eyes widened.

"So you're just sitting here?"

"I'm being productive," he corrected, pointing to his laptop. "See? I'm half-way done with that essay, I could probably turn it in a week early."

"Miles."

"What? I'm chilling, Gwen, seriously! Just me and my, uh…" Miles glanced at his bookshelf. "...crossword puzzles."

Gwen stood resolutely, already having made a decision in her head.

"Pick an outfit, we're going to that party."

"Whoah, whoah, wait, hold on–"

Miles hopped to his feet as she threw open his closet and began rummaging through it.

"Since when do you wear sweater vests?"

She held up several hangers with sweater vests of various colors.

"I wanted to look distinguished…?"

"Nerd," she snorted. "Oh, this bomber jacket looks sick! Feel like going out with it?"

Miles laughed, "Something tells me I don't have much of a choice."

"Correct," Gwen smirked, tossing the jacket at him. "I’m gonna have to borrow one of these hoodies."

After a twenty-minute walk (Miles didn’t want to risk swinging), the two stopped in front of a run-down apartment building. Loud music and spinning lights from mini disco balls spilled out of the windows.

"This is it," Miles breathed. "If my first party sucks or gets raided by the cops, I'm never speaking to you again."

"Never know until you try," Gwen replied. "Shall we?"

The place was already packed. There was a lively beer pong game happening in the kitchen, while a pack of students were strung along the walls in the living room puffing clouds of marijuana smoke into the air. The group in the middle of the room, of course, was dancing. Or something that closely resembled dancing.

Miles glanced across the room, scanning the sea of swaying bodies when he noticed one lounging on the couch.

The figure was staring down into a red solo cup, a full head of blonde, ear-length dreads obscuring half of his face until he looked up.

In a devastating miscalculation, Miles let himself stare a little longer until he realized that their eyes had met. He froze, as if the stranger’s dark eyes kept him in place.

Gwen followed his line of vision. She’d seen that look on Miles’ face before: once when they first met at Visions, and again when Hobie had invited them to a concert and she’d caught Miles ogling the bassist.

She grinned and clapped him on the shoulder.

"I'll be by the speakers. Go get 'em, tiger."

Despite his sneakers feeling like they were made of concrete, he took a step forward, then another, keeping his eyes on his target all the while.

The other boy tilted his head in amusement.

"Um," Miles began, "I-Is this spot taken?"

"Well, I'm sitting in it, so…"

Real smooth, Miles.

"No! I mean, like, next to you–"

The boy’s eyes became crescent moons as he burst into laughter.

"Relax, I know what you meant. Spot's free," he gestured towards the empty area on the couch to his right.

"O-oh, cool. Thanks," Miles laughed awkwardly. The couch sank beneath him when he sat down.

How the fuck do you flirt with dudes?

He could barely fumble his way through flirting with women, riding almost entirely on them finding his utter lack of game endearing. Now here he was, glancing back and forth between the stranger and a wall.

"Yo, you want a drink?" The boy asked, snapping Miles out of his thoughts. "You look like you need one."

He was probably right.

"Sure, I don't mind."

He rose to his feet, revealing more of his outfit: an oversized black tee layered over a white shirt, with a red kilt draped over a pair of dark wash jeans. A real Jaden Smith type, it seemed. But maybe Miles was into that.

It wasn't long before he returned with a second solo cup, which he pushed into Miles' hand.

"So," he asked with a grunt as he sat, "Why you not dancin'?"

Miles snorted, and shook his head.

"I don't dance. Was never too good at it."

"Ah, but is the point of dancing to be good at it?"

"Don't get philosophical with me now, I'm a STEM major," Miles grinned, then took a sip of whatever was in his cup.

He tried his best to hide his disdain for the brown liquid, but the grimace on his face made it evident. "I didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Call me TJ."

"That's a cute name–I mean, a nice name," Miles winced at himself. "A very…normal name."

TJ laughed, revealing a gap-toothed smile that made Miles' chest swell. "Thanks. Yours?"

"Miles. Miles Morales."

"I think your name's cuter. Bonus points for alliteration."

Miles felt heat rushing up to his ears and cheeks. He hadn't had enough to drink for him to blame it on that.

"So, why aren't you dancing?" He asked, changing the subject.

TJ shrugged.

"I prefer to people-watch."

"Oh, so when you do it, it's 'people-watching'," Miles made air quotes with his fingers. "I see how you move."

"And yet here you are, talking to me anyway. No idea why you chose me to sit next to, by the way. It's hella empty seats."

Miles bit his lip.

"I…didn't come over here just to find a seat, actually."

TJ raised a bleached eyebrow.

"So what did you come here for? Clearly not to get high, your pupils look normal."

Miles took a deep breath, his heartbeat louder in his ears than the music.

"You, um…You're…"

Holy shit, just say something!

"Do you like boys? I'm not asking for a friend."

Oh my god. Not like that.

TJ blinked, then a smirk began to spread across his face as he came to a realization.

"Why, yes. Yes I do. You wanna get outta here? I know a place with actual food."

Miles let out a breathy laugh.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."

"I think I have some idea. You're sweating."

Before he could respond, Miles felt his phone vibrate in his jacket. It was Gwen.

-gwanda: finally!!

-gwanda: if u don’t get his number im gonna be so mad at u. be back by midnight!!

He rolled his eyes.

-miles: ok mom

Miles shut off his phone and rose to his feet, as TJ had already done. He took a deep breath.

“Shall we?”

#can i even tag this as a gen fic #miles morales fic #miles morales headcanons #gwen stacy headcanons #atsvplatonic #miles morales x reader #atsv fic #miles morales x oc

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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

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Hi, I'm wondering if you would be okay doing a Hobie x Miguel's afro-latina daughter. If not that's totes okay and I also adoreeeee your writing 💋🤍🤍

I would love to!!

Coast clear?

You smiled and laughed as Hobie dragged you along, you both sat in the photobooth now. He put his money in, and selected two strips.

“Alright, smile!” You both did so, and Hobie pulled you closer to him.

“Do a funny face!” The machine said as it counted down, you had an idea, grabbing his hands and making him hold your mouth up, so your fangs were visible, he gave a shocked and scared face.

You both laughed for a little.

“Something cute!”

You both kissed.

“Do your best pose!”

You both looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and you both just laughed as the camera took the picture.

“Oh man. Those turned out shitty.” He laughed as they showed on the screen, and asked if you wanted to print them now.

You both walked out the machine and waited for the strips to print, he had an arm around you as you both waited, talking and talking.

You laughed and soon the photos printed, you both quickly grabbed one.

“I look bad.” You shook your head and laughed.

“What you talkin’ bout’? You look fuckin’ sexy. And what have I said about-“

“The beauty standard is made for white woman and we shouldn’t believe in it because it is oppressive to everyone who isn’t seen as a white, blonde, blue eyed man or woman.”

“Exactly. That’s my girl.” He said, giving you a quick kiss and looking at the photos again.

“Im gonna frame it and put it on my wall. It’s beautiful.” He said, smiling proudly as you both continued to walk through the mall. (The mall that Hobie came to to steal and support the few small family businesses around)

(Idk bout malls where you guys r but the ones near me have tons of small businesses in them so)

“Alright, ready to go? You stayin’ tonight or nah?” He asked you, once you both had left.

“I would stay but my dads already suspicious of my so called friend. He started asking for phone numbers… so I can’t.”

“Nah, I get it. Your dads a real pain in the ass though.”

“I know.” You rested your head on his shoulder, you both sitting down on a bench. He wrapped his arm around you.

“Well, I guess you should be goin’ then?” He said after a while of silence, he checked the time.

“Yeah. I guess. I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully?” You asked, standing up. He nodded and stood up and you both walked to an empty alley.

You opened up a portal and looked at Hobie again. You kissed him for a while, and then turned back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you” you said, with a small smile, he smiled back.

“See you, love you.”

You went into the portal and suddenly you were in your room. You smiled to yourself and you took out the photo strip in your pocket.

“Y/n.” Miguel said, from the dark corners of your room. He emerged out of the shadows.

You jumped, yelling and dropping the photo.

“Papà! I wasn’t expecting you to be home so soon…” you said, nervously as he came closer.

“Where were you?” He crossed his arms.

“I was… out.”

“Where were you?” He asked again.

“I was out… I went out.” You shrugged, and picked up the photo, sitting on the bed.

“With Hobie?” He grabbed the photo that you were trying to hide, and pointed at the one of you kissing.

You sighed and held your head down.

“Quería decirte. I knew you would be mad-“

“You’re damn right I’m mad?! Why are you universe hopping for no reason, you know how dangerous that is. He pointed to you. “And you didn’t tell me about Hobie?!”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumbled, he sighed and sat down next to you. He put the photo down.

“Hobies just a pain in my ass is all. I just think that he’s… a bad influence.”

“He’s not a bad influence. He’s nice, and he’s sweet when you get to know him. Promise. And I’m sorry about the universe hopping.”

“Its- you know why I’m mad, don’t you?”

You shrugged.

“Because I love you. I care about you.” He said, looking at you.

“You look so much like your mom you know?” He laughed quietly and so did you. “Your hair and eyes..” he shook his head, standing up.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He said, leaving the room.

Then, when you closed your eyes, and laid down, a portal opened up next to you.

“I was waiting for you.” You said when he laid down next to you.

“Aren’t you always?”

“No. Don’t be so cocky. My dads here too, and he knows-“

“Oh fuck, seriously? He’s gonna make my life a livin’ hell-“

“I swear to god, Y/N O’HARA!” You heard him yell, you pushed hobie down to go under the bed, which he did.

You yawned and stretched.

“What’s up dad? You woke me up-“

He narrowed his eyes, looking around the room. He huffed and quickly went back to his room.

“Coast clear?”

“Yeah…” you said, and helped him back up into your bed.

“That was close.” You both laughed.

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tyoffee · 11 months

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ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILER DUMP BELOW 💥💥💥💥💥💥

starting with the cameos oh ymgod

BEN. BEN REILLY MY LITTLE EDGELORD. he is like fail girlfriend to me. I need to see more of the clone squad in part two (spiderboycough)

DONLAD GLOVER PROWLER HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LOSING it over his suit

AND THE OTHER LIVE ACTIONS UEOEOOGUH I DIDNT KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT!! EVERYONE THOUGHT THAT GWENS PETER WAS ANDREW (nope he's blonde) BUT NO ACTUAL ANDREW GARFIELD WAS IN THE 'SPIDERVERSE' VISUALISER ALONG W RAIMI UNCLE BEN GOTD DAMN!!!!!!!!!!

speaking of what everyone thought I love the changes from the trailer. Everyone saying oohhhh they're showing too much they're giving away the whole movie WRONG. YOU COULD NOT COOOMMPRREEHEEENDDD THE SHIT THAT WENT ON IN THERE.

miles' expression changes especially. he is Not as cringefail as initially believed put some respect on his name. he can be cringefail Later.

oh my godddd oh hyhg PAVITR.... PAVITR MY BEAUTIFUL BOY we need more of him we need more of him in part two do you hear me Sony.

'coconut oil, prayers and genetics' INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING HILARIOUS

HIS UNIVERSE W A S OKAY FUCK YOU GUYS. HE DID JINX IT A COUPLE TIMES THOUGH BUT THATS NOT HIS FAULT

THE WAY HE HAS A GWEN.. AOUUUUUUUUUHH. CAPTAIN SINGH LIVES BABY

the way that the main tension in this movie is literally CAPTAIN STACY MUST DIE. so real

the thing is he usually doesn't too it's great

SPEAKING OF COMIC CONVENTIONS.

ULTIMATUM / THE PROWLER MILES MORALES

I TOLD YOU I SAID I SAID THERES GOING TO BE THE ORIGINAL MILES.

The movie is So good at letting you forget that the spider was glitching too. That's not his spider. Miles is the original anomaly OUUGGHGH (miguel was a Bitch for saying it like that tho)

ULTIMATE AARON DAVIS HIS FUCKING EYES HIS EEEYES MAN OUUUHHHHHHH

THE WAY ULTIMATE MILES' SPANISH IS BETTER. HIS BRAIDS. HES ON THE STREETS MORE. HES THE FUCKING PROWLER. AUG god they're gonna tell us who the spider was for ik and I do hope it's miles. yeah there's a spiderman miles who can exist but it's not you. You weren't supposed to be here. AUG

Since we have the Jefferson memorial maybe ultimatum has a great expectations piece too. maybe that's how he's reasoned with who knows I'd love to think that the collider is the split off point between both of them

Though that'd mean there'd need to be an og spiderman to make wilson fisk lose his family which there isn't- hey wait how was the spider created without fisk doing his dimensional shit. I thought we weren't allowed to acknowledge Norman Osborn.

also also also speaking of alchemex Spot being bagel guy. Of course he is. Holes

Do you think that was the inspiration. Bagel hole.

Anyways I need a full turnaround sheet of Ultimatum/Prowler I need to see him I love the glow and the spray on symbol aaaugghh

BETER AND GWEN FAKE AS HELL 🖕

I get the struggle tho. Beter and Captain Stacy made my dad cry.

ALSO GWENS BAND AT THE END

SORRY I ALMOST FORGOT HHOBBBIEEEE HOBIE 'if you want a watch just make one. we're spiderman we can just do it 🤨🤨🤨🤨' BROWN I LOVE HIS STYLE I LIVE FOR HIS STYLE PORTALS I LOVE HIS PROWLER THEME OH MY GOD

THE SOUNDTRACK RELEASES TOMORROW AND I NEED HIS PROWLER THEME YOU DONT GET IT

i get my 2 hours of gatekeeping this movie b4 it drops in america and I'm losing it I need to talk abt it with other ppl but I'm also is it mean to want to hold it away from ppl who don't care abt spiderman and idk what they do draw weird porn of every new movie and ppl who will misinterpret it completely that feels selfish of me Anyways

THIS MOVIE IS A MASTERPIECE. literally it's art it's animation oh hhhhhgh it's so gorgeous I'm not kidding it's bresthestking (PAVITRS SWINGING!!!!!) but it's also just SO FUCKING GOOD. THE SCENES THE SHOTS THEY WENT CRAZY ON ENVIRONMENTS OH MY GLORD

ITS SO GOOD. ITS SO GOOODODDDDDDDDDDDD AUG

I'm seeing it again in like 2 days . I will not be satiated until 2024.

#atsv spoilers #long post #across the spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse spoilers #spoilers

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indigosabyss · 8 months

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Canon Event Maintenance: A Gwenpool in BTSV fic

Gwen Stacy stared at the small group they had managed to amass. Compared to the hundreds of Spider-People Miguel had on his side, they weren't much, but they had potential.

"Okay, first thing we need is resources and allies." She announced, "We don't want to bring in anyone who doesn't know about the multiverse, or get them involved if you don't think they should, but if there's anyone you know who might lend us a hand, please get us in contact with them."

There was silence as all the Spiders thought this over. Because of course none of them had a solid support network. They were Spiders. Maybe Miguel was right about all that canon event stuff, even if the murder was unjustified.

It was Peter B who raised his hand, looking incredibly reluctant.

"I think I know a gal." He admitted, face twisted into a grimace, "And she would be really eager to join in on this."

"...Okay, so why's your face doing that thing?" Pavitr asked.

"Yeah! What's the catch, buster?" Spider-Ham cocked his head.

"There's nothing wrong with her! She's a wonderful kid. Just... well, you'll understand when you meet her."

In dimension 616-B, the Spider-Band stood at the top of a skyscraper, looking at the cars milling down below. Not a single building was close enough to parkour jump from, so how this mystery person was supposed to get there... Peni didn't know.

And another thing. Peter was being very evasive about the details. They didn't even know her name! But he promised that she was trustworthy, and the entire band had to take him at his word.

"Where even is she, mate?" Hobie asked, looking around impatiently, "We're nearing the agreed time, and there's no sign of her."

"Give it a sec." Peter shook his head, rocking Mayday a little in her sleep. Then, he took a slow, deliberate step to the right, just as a white hole ripped into the air above him and a figure dropped down. She was a white girl, wearing a pink civilian hoodie with a baseball hat under the hood. Her eyes were obscured by purple sunglasses that didn't seem to match her style, and had one hand shoved into the pocket of her shorts. The other one was lazily holding a unsheathed katana, with a pink handle.

Before anyone could comment, she was already talking, "Hey, Peter, what's the sitch that got you to finally call me up for a teamup? I---" She froze, finally noticing the other extradimensional spider-people all standing there. Peni had the dreadful realization that Peter had not told her anything about the spider-verse when calling her.

And then an excited grin stretched over her face.

"Oh. My. Marvel. Gods." She pulled off the sunglasses to reveal blue eyes, throwing them to the side, where they got swallowed up by another white rip in reality as if it was a normal occurrence, "This is a Spider-Verse event."

What? How'd she known that? Everyone exchanged discomfited glances, except Peter, who nodded gratefully, "Oh, good, so you're already filled in and everything. I was hoping you would be."

"Uh? Duh." The strange girl rolled her eyes, hopping excitedly in place, "Wow. Wow. I'm important enough to be in a Spider-Verse event. Except... damn, this is just a fic, so does it really count?"

Pavitr was making chopping motions, trying to get them to quit the meeting. Peni had similar doubts. Who was this girl? And how much could she really help?

"I'm getting ahead of myself!" She laughed, "Let's start from the beginning. One last time." Another giggle as she took a quick step back and... vanished? For barely a millisecond, and it was only SP//DR's keen sight which told her that, because then she was back, dressed in a pink and white battle-grade leotard, with leather pouches and guns strapped all over her. There was a mask, but it was clutched in her hand, allowing them to see shoulder-length blond hair tipped with pink that, combined with her skin tone and blue eyes and overall color pallette made her look a lot like... Gwen.

Everyone's eyes drifted to the woman in question, and Peni knew they were all thinking the same thing. Peter's contact took a sweeping bow, "Hello, then! My name's Gwen Poole! I can manipulate reality as well as the Scarlet Witch can!"

Huh. Well, okay then.

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Author's Notes:

Might do a part two if you guys enjoy. Seen a lot of people thinking about a Gwenpool in the Spider-Verse movies cameo, but not enough fics to solve that problem. By which I mean any. I haven't seen any fics. Pls tag me if theres a tumblr fic like this. Characterization is a little off bc Gwen P. is too excited to think straight. Her media awareness and the mechanics of it will be built up further, but lets just say she knows she's in a fic, but not in which fandom its for, so reacting to it like a comic teamup.

Also. Those were indeed Kate's sunglasses she was wearing.

#gwen poole #gwenpool #fanfic #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse

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You cover your eyes on instinct, “why are you naked?” me when i saw naked kook in the gcf I LIFTED MY EYES UP AS IF LIKE I WOULD HAVE SEEN SOMETHING 💀💀💀 and then went to twitter to oggle freely cuz its a free real estate

but his hips are your favorite part of his body. 136% CORRECT

His dick looks mouthwatering in this light call that aesthetic dick, aesthedick

IM SORRY I COULDNT RESIST (not sorry)

steal a glance at his butt as he does. “Hot damn”, jungkook when he walked in when hobi was showering

the mask para reminds me of hobi slapping skincare on to his face

He groans, “don’t stop baby. Don’t stop." sure JKHUSYIGXLAUDGY CSULIGUFJCYGUKBSFEK STOP BLOND HOSEOQUE TELLING ME TO NOT STOP GRRRDSJ BARK

*also starts playing nct baby dont stop

“Too late for that”, you say giggling she said oops hee hee

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly POOKIE U CANT JUST DROP THAT BOMB ON ME AND JUST SHRUG ?? LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH????

"sounds like a song doesn’t it?" he jokes it does lol my man is so funny *

You secretly hoped for his towel to fall. It didn’t, THEM DAMN TOWELS HAVE BABY GRIP STRENGTH IN FFS LIKE THEY DONT FALL AT ALL

i dont know if havent said this before, but i love the way the characters talk during sex in your writing, sexy or not, they are all soo wholesome

HIM PUTTING HER IN PLACE NGHG AHD AAAAAAH 😩😩😩

"What did you just call me?" HOBBLES, HOBITY BOBITY BOO, J-NOPE, HOESOCK/HOESUCK THERE HAPPY???

You idiot left the show running. Fuck you probably missed the best parts. ...best parts are definitely happening right now. CORRECT JUNG FUCKING HOSEOQUE IS FUCKING YOU, NOTHING IS BETTER THAN THAT

Outside guns and sirens were going off. WTF IS GOING ON definitely not the best thing to hear right after fucking lol

Or are we in an official apocalypse?" very funny to think that u didnt know what was going to happen in 2 years . haha nobody knew

HOLD ON IM GETTING MORE THOUGHTS AAAAAAA

ok so back to the glowing dick alien IM SORRY U SAID NO MORE BUT I CANT STOP THINKING U KNOW *plays twice

imagine the same thing( tv on and siren going off) idk when oc and alien AND OC IS TRIGGERED cuz they moved to a different planet when oc was really young cuz of some apocalypse and she grew up and met alien bangtan

me when i saw naked kook in the gcf I LIFTED MY EYES UP AS IF LIKE I WOULD HAVE SEEN SOMETHING 💀💀💀 and then went to twitter to oggle freely cuz its a free real estate

bruh same HOLY FUCK I was at work watching the stream and went from -.- to OoO within seconds fjadjf thank god my back was turned to the rest of the office hahhahah

call that aesthetic dick, aesthedick

BLOCKED hahahahhha (i love puns)

the mask para reminds me of hobi slapping skincare on to his face

YSES HAHAH it was inspired by that hafjdsj

He groans, “don’t stop baby. Don’t stop." sure JKHUSYIGXLAUDGY CSULIGUFJCYGUKBSFEK STOP BLOND HOSEOQUE TELLING ME TO NOT STOP GRRRDSJ BARK

legs wide open tbfh

You secretly hoped for his towel to fall. It didn’t, THEM DAMN TOWELS HAVE BABY GRIP STRENGTH IN FFS LIKE THEY DONT FALL AT ALL

HAHHAHAHA the ffs towel says "content besties" JFJADSJF

i dont know if havent said this before, but i love the way the characters talk during sex in your writing, sexy or not, they are all soo wholesome

omgmg thank youu <333333

HIM PUTTING HER IN PLACE NGHG AHD AAAAAAH 😩😩😩

ME NEXT nfadsnf istfg I need to inhale him

HOLD ON IM GETTING MORE THOUGHTS AAAAAAA ok so back to the glowing dick alien imagine the same thing( tv on and siren going off) idk when oc and alien AND OC IS TRIGGERED cuz they moved to a different planet when oc was really young cuz of some apocalypse and she grew up and met alien bangtan

ooooh daaamn bestiieie the angst is angstingnn 👀👀 and him coming to rescue her and hug her cause he can't bear to have his sweet earthling be upset fdnasfn 😩😩

#asks #minusback

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casiopealistener · 10 months

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CHAPTER 2

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in your room as you slowly stirred awake. With a groggy mind, you sat up in bed, unaware of the extraordinary events that had unfolded during the night. Little did you know, you had become something more than your ordinary self.

As you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, a strange sense of vitality coursed through your veins. It felt as though an invisible force was urging you to explore, to embrace the unknown. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something peculiar had occurred.

You stumbled into the bathroom and glanced at yourself in the mirror, only to find nothing out of the ordinary. Your reflection stared back at you, seemingly unchanged. With a shrug, you dismissed the strange sensation as mere fatigue, chalking it up to a restless night's sleep.

You found yourself in the kitchen, your eyes half-opened, pouring yourself a steaming cup of coffee. But there, something weird was happening. The cup you held in your hands, it didn't want to let go. It was as if it was stuck, glued to your hands.

Alright, is this some kind of prank from Hobie? He must have put glue on it last night before he left. You sighed and still drank the coffee nonetheless.

However, something else happened. This time, it was your feet. They became completely glued to the floor, rendering you immobile. It was as if the ground itself was conspiring against you. Oh, Hobie was definitely going to pay for this. In that moment, you couldn't help but regret your friendship with him. After struggling and wriggling for a while, you finally managed to free yourself from the sticky predicament.

With a sense of urgency, you hastily dressed, the chaos having caused you to run late. And to make matters worse, it was the day of your exam! Hobie was truly going to regret playing his little pranks. You hurriedly descended the stairs and dashed towards the school, determined to make it in time. Panting, you stood in front of the entrance and glanced at your watch, only to find that... the clock showed only 8:05. The exam was set to start at 8:30, and your usual commute from home to school took more than 20 minutes. Yet, you had departed at 8:00. Even if you were sprinting at full speed, it felt utterly surreal. Running that swiftly seemed implausible, beyond the limits of human capability.

Furthermore, a revelation dawned upon you—there was no trace of strain or discomfort in your legs. In fact, you felt an inexplicable sense of well-being, almost too good to be true. It was as if each muscle had been meticulously massaged and honed for peak performance.

In a sudden twist of fate, cries reached your ears from the left. You turned your head and discovered a little child ensnared by a lamppost, his luscious blond locks entangled in a sticky web of chewing gum. An alarm resonated within your mind, yet, even more compelling was an irresistible surge of determination to aid him. You couldn't ignore this calling; you had to take action! But then, a tall blonde woman, who appeared to be the child's mother, emerged out of nowhere and helped free him from the sticky predicament. The strange alarm pulsating in your brain instantly subsided. What on earth was happening today? Deciding not to dwell on it, you proceeded towards the examination hall. At least with this, you had arrived early, allowing you to select your seat and review your notes for a while.

You were somewhat prepared, but you definitely could have squeezed in some more studying last night. Damn Hobie for distracting you... Although, truth be told, his antics weren't all that bothersome. Plus, you did score some delicious spaghetti out of it. And it reminded you that he promised a pizza for tonight. You secretly hoped he'd follow through on that; meanwhile, you were already plotting your revenge for his pranks.

Before you knew it, the examination room had filled up, and the invigilator strolled in, clutching those dreaded exam papers. They handed them out, and it was game on. Four agonizing hours of grappling with stuff that barely made sense to you.

You squinted, staring at the questions in front of you, as if they were written in some alien language. The concepts felt like they were playing hide-and-seek, and the formulas seemed like a jumble of gibberish. It was a struggle to put your thoughts into coherent answers, with each passing minute feeling like a weight on your shoulders. You couldn't help but sneak glances at the clock, daydreaming about the pizza feast to come and the ongoing prank war with Hobie. The exam was an uphill battle, but you were determined to give it your all.

As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself drifting in and out of focus. The room seemed to grow stuffier, the air heavy with the collective stress of the students. You glanced around, catching glimpses of furrowed brows and frantic scribbling. It was a symphony of anxiety, but amidst it all, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

Thoughts of your newfound abilities resurfaced, intermingling with the equations and theories in front of you. You couldn't deny the strange occurrences earlier—the adhesive coffee cup, the immovable feet, and that surge of determination to help the child trapped in chewing gum's clutches. It was all too coincidental.

But for now, you had to set those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. You wrestled with formulas, attempted to decipher convoluted explanations, and took a few deep breaths to steady your racing heart. The clock became your nemesis, its incessant ticking a reminder of the minutes slipping away.

Finally, the invigilator announced the end of the examination. You sighed with relief, grateful that the torment was over, at least for now. Collecting your papers, you joined the stream of students heading towards the exit. The hallway buzzed with a mix of relief and exhaustion as people discussed the questions, second-guessed their answers, and let out pent-up laughter.

You couldn't help but scan the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hobie. Sure enough, you spotted him leaning against a wall, a mischievous grin on his face. He raised an eyebrow and gestured for you to come closer. As you approached, he extended a high-five, his hand meeting yours with a satisfying clap.

"Survived the battle, huh?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

"Barely," you replied, returning the playful banter. "But we made it through. Now, it's time to celebrate with that promised pizza, right?"

Hobie nodded, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes. "You bet. Let's grab a victory feast and plan our next move."

As you and Hobie walked towards the supermarket, the air was filled with a mix of anticipation and hunger. The sun cast a warm glow, adding a touch of brightness to the day.

The streets bustled with people going about their business, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in the simple act of walking side by side with your friend.

"So, any particular toppings you're craving for this victory pizza?" Hobie asked, flashing you a mischievous grin.

You pretended to ponder for a moment, tapping your chin playfully. "Hmm, how about a combination of all the delicious things? Pepperoni, mushrooms, bell peppers, and oh, definitely extra cheese. Can't have too much cheese, right?"

Hobie chuckled, his eyes lighting up. "You got it. The cheesier, the better. But hey, we can't forget the sauce. It's all about that perfect balance of flavors. Sweet, tangy, with a hint of spice."

"You're right," you agreed, nodding. "We need that signature sauce to tie it all together. And let's not forget the dough. Gotta have that crispy yet chewy crust. It's the foundation of a good pizza."

The supermarket came into view, its bright signs beckoning you closer. As you entered, the smell of fresh produce and baked goods enveloped you, adding to the excitement of the culinary mission at hand.

Hobie grabbed a cart and motioned for you to join him. "Alright, let's divide and conquer. You take care of the toppings, and I'll hunt down the sauce and dough. Meet back here in five?"

With a nod, you set off down the aisles, scanning the shelves for your desired ingredients. As you picked out the perfect pepperoni, mushrooms, and vibrant bell peppers, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversations around you. Couples deliberating on the best cheese, parents negotiating with their kids over toppings, and friends excitedly discussing their pizza night plans.

You couldn't suppress a smile as you made your way back to the designated meeting spot, your cart filled with pizza-making essentials. Hobie was already waiting, his cart brimming with sauce jars and packs of flour.

"Mission accomplished," you declared, proud of your pizza assembly skills.

Hobie flashed a thumbs-up. "Perfect timing. Now, let's head to the cashier and make our dreams of cheesy goodness come true."

But then it hit you. "Hold up, can you even make pizza dough?"

Hobie flashed a mischievous smile and replied with a hint of cockiness, "Nah, but how hard can it be? Flour, water, and we're good to go. Well, maybe... I think."

You let out an exasperated sigh, feeling a mixture of weariness and amusement. Not only had you failed to come up with a plan for revenge, but now you were faced with the possibility of a pizza dough disaster. As you strolled back to your house, the air was filled with a playful energy between you and Hobie. The topic of revenge had faded into the background, replaced by light-hearted banter and teasing.

"So, what's your secret ingredient for making the perfect pizza, Spider-Punk?" you asked, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

Hobie chuckled, playfully feigning a thoughtful expression. "Ah, now that's a trade secret, love. If I told you, I'd have to make you sign a non-disclosure agreement."

You playfully nudged him with your elbow. "Come on, don't hold out on me. A little hint wouldn't hurt, would it?"

He flashed a charismatic smile, leaning in closer. "Alright, I'll give you a clue. It's all about the seasoning. A pinch of charm, a dash of wit, and a sprinkle of charisma. That's what makes my pizza special."

You couldn't help but laugh at his cheeky response. "Well, if that's the case, I'm sure it'll be the most delicious pizza I've ever tasted."

Hobie's eyes sparkled with amusement as he matched your playful tone. "Oh, absolutely. Prepare yourself for a culinary experience like no other. It'll be a pizza worth writing sonnets about."

You continued to exchange flirtatious banter, each comment laced with a hint of humor and a touch of attraction. The conversation flowed effortlessly, creating an easy connection between you. As you reached your doorstep, the magnetic pull between you was undeniable.

"Well, I guess it's time for us to prepare for the grand pizza-making spectacle," Hobie said with a charming grin. "But before that, one more thing..."

He leaned in closer, his voice soft and full of playful intrigue. "If you happen to find any pizza-related surprises in your future, just remember, it's all part of the deliciously unpredictable adventure we're embarking on."

As the two of you started this said adventure, it quickly became apparent that the kitchen would become your battleground. Flour flew through the air, landing on both your clothes and faces, as you attempted to wrangle the rebellious pizza dough.

"You know, I thought making pizza would be a piece of cake," you said, trying to suppress a giggle as you struggled to shape the dough into a perfect circle.

Hobie's eyes gleamed mischievously as he leaned closer, a smudge of flour adorning his cheek. "Well, it's more like a piece of dough, really. But don't worry, we'll conquer this culinary challenge together."

Indeed, Hobie Brown wasn’t always funny.

The playful banter continued as you playfully tossed flour at each other, creating a mess that extended far beyond the countertop. Laughter filled the room as you both attempted to outdo each other with silly dough shapes and toppings that defied traditional pizza conventions.

"You call that a pizza topping? Let me show you how it's done," Hobie teased, expertly twirling a slice of pepperoni between his fingers before placing it on the dough.

"Oh, it's on," you declared, grabbing handfuls of cheese and playfully tossing them in his direction. The kitchen erupted into a mock food fight as you both revelled in the chaos, forgetting about the perfect pizza and simply enjoying the moment.

Amidst the laughter and friendly competition, a devious plan began to form in your mind. As Hobie turned his back to grab a jar of tomato sauce, you took a handful of flour and carefully positioned yourself behind him.

With a mischievous grin, you released the flour, creating a mini snowstorm that enveloped Hobie's unsuspecting figure. He turned around, his face covered in white, his eyes widening in playful shock.

"You’re going to regret this," he declared, his tone a mix of amusement and faux threat. He retaliated with a gentle flick of dough, hitting you square on the nose.

"Oh, is that how we're playing? Are you sure about that?"

Laughter filled the kitchen as you wiped the dough off your nose, a playful glint in your eyes. The flour-covered battlefield had become the backdrop for your friendly culinary warfare. You grabbed a handful of pizza sauce and stealthily approached Hobie from behind, smearing it across his cheek.

"Now we're even," you said with a smirk, reveling in the sweet taste of victory.

Hobie's eyes widened, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He reached for a handful of shredded cheese and playfully sprinkled it over your head, creating a cheesy crown on your hair.

"You asked for it," he teased, enjoying the delightful chaos of the moment.

You retaliated by grabbing a handful of pizza sauce again, twirling it in the air with a mischievous smile, and flinging it towards Hobie. He dodged the sauce with a swift move, his eyes locked on yours.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he declared, his voice dripping with playful challenge. The tension between you grew as you exchanged flour-filled glances, daring each other to make the next move.

Flour flew through the air, dough spun like acrobats, and sauce splattered on the walls. Every ingredient became a weapon in your flirty war. Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, the playful banter turning into a silent conversation filled with unspoken desires.

Finally, the flour-filled battle came to an end, and the kitchen was left in a delightful mess. The pizza, a masterpiece of chaos and love, was now ready to be enjoyed. You and

Hobie took a step back, surveying your creation with a mix of pride and amusement. Despite the mess, it looked absolutely delicious.

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Hobie gestured towards the table. "Shall we, my fellow pizza warrior?" he asked, extending his hand towards you. You giggled and took his hand, feeling a rush of warmth as your fingers intertwined.

Sitting at the table, you both grabbed a slice of the homemade pizza, savoring the aroma that filled the air. The first bite was a burst of flavors, a harmonious combination of toppings and crust. As you chewed, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the sound of satisfied murmurs.

Hobie leaned back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips. "You know, this pizza-making adventure was quite something," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I've never had so much fun in the kitchen before."

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face. "It was definitely an adventure, and I must say, the mess was totally worth it," you replied, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. "Who knew making a pizza could be so exhilarating?"

Suddenly, something strange occurred. The pizza slice in your hand refused to let go, sticking to your fingers as if it had a mind of its own. You glanced at Hobie, an expression of confusion on your face. How did he manage to do this? Unless he… didn't do it at all.

You tried shaking the slice off, but it stubbornly clung to your hand, defying your efforts. Frustrated yet amused, you looked at Hobie, a playful accusation in your voice. "What did you do, Hobie?"

Hobie, on the other hand, wasn't laughing. Not at all. "How... how are you doing this?" he asked, his brows furrowed and a serious expression on his face. It was a look that unsettled you. Hobie was never serious.

"What do you mean, how am I doing this? You're the one doing it! Since this morning," you replied, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. His seriousness was starting to concern you.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened this morning?" he asked, his gaze fixed on yours. You nodded, suddenly feeling a pang of unease.

"My coffee cup. It stuck to my hand. Just like the pizza. I thought it was you..." you trailed off, your voice tinged with confusion.

Hobie locked eyes with you, shaking his head. "No, it wasn't me. Is that all?"

You shook your head in response, your apprehension growing. "No, my feet got stuck to the floor too. And then, something happened with time. Or if time didn't go haywire, then... I can run really, really fast. Too fast."

He stared into the voice, in silence.

“Hobie, what’s happening…?”

“I’m not too sure, love, but… hold.”

With a swift motion, he secured his mask, adjusted his costume, and faced you. In that very instant, a subtle but electrifying vibration reverberated through your mind. It was as if the world around you held its breath, and Hobie sensed the same enigmatic energy. He slowly removed his mask, his mouth wide open.

"Oh snap! You're Spider-Woman!" Hobie exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement and disbelief. His words tumbled out in his signature energetic and playful manner.

“I’m… what? No, I’m not. I can’t be. You’re… what?”

Everything became blurry. And at the same time, everything became clear. Everything that happened today. It all made sense. You quickly got up and rushed to your bedroom. You looked at your bed and there it was—the spider, crushed under your weight at night. It was no ordinary spider. Hobie joined you, standing beside you, and together you both stared at the spider. Then, you turned to face each other, suddenly very aware of the gravity of the situation.

“Hobie. I’m Spider-Woman.”

“You’re Spider-Woman.”

He began bouncing around, filled with excitement. "You're Spider-Woman! That's freaking awesome! Just imagine, we can team up and kick some butt at night, leaping off rooftops, and..."

But as he caught onto your lack of enthusiasm, he came to a sudden halt, staring at you.

"Hobie, something's off. There should only be one Spider-Man... This is seriously messed up, isn't it?"

“I mean, I don’t know. Are we sure it’s not normal? And even if it wasn’t, is that so bad? Since when do we follow the rules?”

“I follow the rules. And no, this is definitely not right. We’re talking about serious stuff there, Hobie. Isn’t there some kind of Spider-Man headquarters or anything?”

Hobie looked at you, surprised.

“Actually… there is. How did you know?”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah… You know what? Let's go now," he said.

"Now?" you questioned.

"Yes, that way we'll have answers. Besides, how can I say no to an adventure across the Spider-Verse with my Spider-Woman?" Hobie grinned mischievously.

You chuckled softly and replied, "Your Spider-Woman, huh? I'm not your��Spider-Woman. Although I know you'd love that."

“Maybe I would…”

“Just bring me there.”

“Your wish is my command, ma’am.”

He took hold of your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, and pressed on that mysterious watch he always had on him. Now that you thought about it, it was strange, so unlike his usual style. But then you understood why : the moment his finger grazed one of the buttons, a dazzling burst of orange light burst forth, and a portal materialized right in front of you. You couldn't help but jump in startled amazement.

"What the fuck?"

"Sweetheart, welcome to the entrance of the Spider-Verse," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "If you're up for it, come follow me. Just remember to hold on tight, because things are about to get wild."

Oh boy, what kind of mind-bending adventure were you getting yourself into?

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