#across the spiderverse fanfic
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Heartthrob to Heartbreaker
Hobie Brown x Civilian!F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, established relationship, hidden identity, slight stalking, pinning to bed, neck kisses
Summary: Hobie and you have been dating for 10 months but you haven’t met his second identity, and so when he begins to follow you around, and gift you flowers as Spider-Punk, you can’t help but be creeped out. At one point he gets a bit too close, forgetting that, to you, he was a stranger, causing you to panic when a media article paints you two as a couple… you worry what Hobie thinks
A/n: Inspired this work by @tenaciousduckpoetry. Specifically their idea of:
“Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o”.
Enjoy meine Lieben!
You and Hobie had been dating for roughly 10 months, although he didn’t like labels he found his ways of making it clear that he still saw you as his girlfriend, and loved being your boyfriend. You’d spend most nights at his place, cuddled up in his arms while watching a movie, or lying on his lap reading a book while he played his guitar.
You loved spending all the time you could with your boyfriend, preferring to be in his home over anywhere else. Especially since recently you’ve been catching the attention of your city’s spider-punk. He’d often ‘bump into you’ during his missions, accidentally pay for your daily coffee before you even get to the cafe, you’d even catch him watching you through your windows when you were at work.
You tense when you hear a soft tap on your window, seeing as you were on the 10th story you knew exactly who it was. You turn your head and see a familiar face, hanging in a spiderweb hammock, with his head in his hands and looking at you.
You stand up and sigh, walking to the window and looking at him unimpressed. He just gives you an exaggerated wink and watches you, the soft roundness of the eyes of his mask, and the way they look into your own coming across as affectionate. As if he was looking at you in adoration.
You reach for the chain of the blind, closing it on his face. You can hear a soft huff from behind the glass, watching his shadow disappear from behind the blind. You smile and go to sit back down at your desk, hoping to get back to work.
Throughout the rest of the day you spot the spikes of his mask poking over windowsills, or can see remnants of his webs on the pillars outside the building. You try to ignore all of it and just focus on your work, seeing as it was an important project due in a few days.
When you finally leave the office the receptionist stops you, calling you over. “Mrs! Before you head out, someone dropped these off” you give her a look of confusion but she then holds up a bouquet of flowers, a variety of wildflowers, not one of them looking identical to another.
You couldn’t help but immediately think of Hobie, knowing he’d give you something so inconsistent. You give her a smile and grab the bouquet, admiring it. She then adds “The rather tall gentlemen looked quite similar to our spider-punk” she winks at you and you blush, your smile dropping at the reveal that it wasn’t from Hobie.
“O-oh?” You say and she just nods. You press your lips into a fine line, but then smile at her before leaving. “Thank you Julie” she smiles and then has you chuckling softly as she adds “Of course, more than happy to deliver your secret admirer’s gifts”
You walk out of the building, looking around. So sure you would see him on the walls of the building, or hanging off a street lamp. But he wasn’t there, you let out a sigh of relief and begin to walk to Hobie’s place.
You relaxed the more time that passed without seeing Spider-Punk. On the way home you pass by a restaurant with empty vases on the outdoor tables. You pop your head in and get permission from the owner to put the flowers in the vases.
You spend a few minutes separating the flowers into groups and placing them in the vases. You then let out a sigh, dusting your hands and walking off. You didn’t want to come home with flowers from a stranger, especially when you were going to your boyfriend’s apartment.
When you’re roughly 10 minutes away from Hobie’s place, you hear footsteps behind you, they’re quiet but get closer to you. Just when you turn your head to see who it was, Spider-Punk moves to stand in front of you. The shock of him being so close causes you to step back, pressing your body against the brick wall of a building.
His face is an inch from yours, causing you to blush a deep red as your eyes go wide. “Hey love” he says and you swear his tone was eerily familiar… but you brush it off and decide to focus on getting back to Hobie. “H-hi… sorry but I need to go.” You go to walk off but he places a hand on the wall, leaning over you, simultaneously blocking your path.
“Oh yeah?” He says and tilts his head, you watch as he eyes you up and down and your unease turns to anger and irritation. The way this stranger was looking at you had you uncomfortable. “Yeah. To my boyfriend” your tone was stern, and your expression dropped to indifference.
He lets out a chuckle which vibrates through your body, it felt teasing, almost mocking. He leans in closer, tilting his head slightly to whisper in your ear. “Boyfriend? Hm isn’t he a lucky man?” The way his breathe tickles the sensitive part of your neck through his mask had you blushing again. You place your hands against the wall behind you, trying to ground yourself.
Before you could respond there’s a flash sound next to you, turning your head you notice a few people having spotted the scene and taking photos. The flash coming from a paparazzi. Once you spot them you can hear a soft scoff leave Spider-Punk as he pulls back from your neck, turning to look at the paparazzi as well.
It’s then that a few people run up to the two of you, asking… no, shouting their questions at you and Spider Punk. Ranging from “Care to comment on your relationship?!” to “Spider-Punk, who’s this little bird?” You stand there, frozen in place, all the attention having you like a deer in headlights.
It’s when Spider-Punk leans towards the paparazzi and says “Well… this here is my little bird” that the people start shouting more questions, getting louder, but you ignore it as you look at the Spider with a incredulous expression. You scoff and then lean forward, so you’re talking directly into his ear “I’m not your bird. I’m taken asshole”
He turns his head towards you, and you swear you can sense a smirk under his mask, you just scowl at him and then shove him off you. It earns a few ‘ooo’s and you then stomp off, brows still furrowed as you continue to make your way to Hobie’s apartment.
Just as you’re around the corner from his place, your phone begins to buzz. You assume it’s a message from Hobie, asking where you are, but instead it’s from a friend. A, seemingly, hastily typed message in all caps, with an attached link.
You open the message and you stop in your tracks as you read it. ‘OMG I LOVE HOBIE BUT I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS AN OPTION?!?’ You open the link quickly, it led you to an article. You read the headline with shaking hands, causing the phone to shake as well… it caused your breath to catch in your throat.
‘Heartthrob turns to Heartbreaker; Spider-Punk spotted with Secret Sweetheart!’ You then see the photo of you and Spider-Punk from a few minutes ago. You notice how it was front page news, as you look at more news websites, and just see that photo and over again. Then reading how they quoted him calling you ‘His little bird’.
Your mind immediately thinks of Hobie… what was he thinking seeing this? You then start sprinting, your heart beat quickening as you get closer to Hobie’s apartment. You finally reach it, running up the stairs and going to open the door, fumbling with your keys from your nerves before finally getting it in the lock.
You swing the door open and throw off your shoes, running into his bedroom and spotting him lying on the bed. When you run in, breathing heavily, his eyes focus on you, placing his phone on the bed and standing up. “Oi, love what’s wrong? You alright?” He walks up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.
You look at his phone on the bed and see he had the article open, you then can’t help as your eyes well up. You grab his hands in yours, holding them in front of you as you begin to ramble, trying to explain what happened, your breathing turning shaky.
“Hobie listen it’s not what it looks like! I-I don’t know him, I don’t know why he’s so obsessed with me! I swear I didn’t know he was going to do that… he was just following me after work! I swear Hobie!” Your words begin to break, soft sobs leaving you as you feel a few tears slide down your cheeks, blazing a trail for more to follow.
Your hands were shaking, you were looking into Hobie’s eyes, desperately trying to find whether he was angry, or felt betrayed, or wanted to break up with you. The thought of losing him because of some stranger had your mind reeling “please… you have to believe me” your voice getting weaker, more quiet.
Hobie’s face drops, turning serious, and appearing guilty. “Aw love… come’ere” he lets go of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you tightly against his chest. “I believe you…” he rubs your back comfortingly, kissing your head as you begin to cry harder.
You close your eyes, crying into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling safe in your boyfriend’s chest. “Take deep breaths for me yeah?” His voice was soft, trying to calm you with his words. You nod softly and then start to take deep breathes, feeling your heartbeat finally slow.
“There… that’s a good girl.” He had a soft smile on his face, looking down at you as if you were the most delicate but precious thing in the whole world. Once you’ve calmed down a bit, you pull your face out of his chest and look up at him. “Y-you’re not mad? You don’t want to break up with me?” Your questions left him speechless for a moment, his brows furrowing.
“God no love, I would never do something so daft” he brings a hand to your face, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear with a smile. “B-but the article?” You go to say but he silences you with a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. He then pulls away and guides you to sit on the bed.
“Stay here. Lemme show you something.” You nod as you watch him step out of the room, when he comes back… well, he doesn’t come back. Instead Spider-Punk enters the room. Your eyes widen and you scoot back on the bed a little. “Hobie?!” You call out, trying to look behind the masked man.
He then raises his hands in the air “s’alright love…” you look back at him as he takes off his mask. Revealing the devilishly handsome man that is your boyfriend. Face piercings, naturally half-lidded eyes, signature smirk… the whole nine yards.
You sit up and then stand up off the bed. You raise a hand, placing it on his cheek, your eyes looking him up and down. “Y-you’re… Spider-Punk?” He nods his head, softly grasping your hand in his, turning his head to kiss your palm gently. “What’d I say eh? You’re my little bird” you feel relief rush through your body at his words.
After a bit, you began to feel slight agitation, pulling your hand away from his face and hitting his chest lightly. “You scared the hell out of me! I really thought some stranger was obsessed with me!” He chuckles when you hit him again, catching your wrists with his hands and pulling you against him again.
“Luckily… now you know it was just your boyfriend who’s obsessed with you” you froze slightly at his words, having never explicitly said he was your boyfriend. It made you blush slightly and he smiled, leaning down and kissing you softly. You melt against his plush lips, feeling how they seemed to mold with yours.
After a bit he pulls away and then furrows his eyebrows, “Where’d ya put my flowers?” You widen your eyes and give an awkward chuckle. “Well… in my defense. I didn’t know they were from you” at that he pulls away slightly, feigning a shocked expression. Clutching his chest with a hand, while putting on an exaggerated frown.
“You got rid of em? You cheeky girl!” He then lifts you up by your waist, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a soft yelp but chuckle as he climbs over you. Grabbing your wrists and pinning them above you on the bed. “I can’t believe you” he pouts and you can’t help but smile.
You scoff and then teasingly retort back “I can’t believe you thought it’d be a good idea to flirt and stalk me as Spider-Punk” He shrugs, smiling down at you. “To be fair… I thought you’da recognized me. The guitar, the voice, the way I knew you’re sensitive right… here” he leans into your neck, softly blowing on the same spot Spider-Punk - well… Hobie - did earlier. You softly shiver and he begins to kiss at your neck, you can feel the smirk on his lips.
“Now that my secrets out… I’d love to show ya all that Spider-Punk has t’offer”
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DATING HOBIE BROWN HEADCANONS
WARNINGS: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS.
PAIRINGS: HOBIE X GN! READER
— Hobie brown is that type of lad to randomly carry you while walking then jump around with you, he does it all the time, on stage, backstage, at your house, at the park, in the parking lot. Anywhere.
— He would constantly buy you gifts since he's busy being a rockstar and spiderman. He's constantly on the road, sometimes with you, but unlike him, you aren't spiderman. You still help cover for him and call the police to catch the recent bad guy he had stopped but it doesn't help him but feel as if he takes you for granted.
— He's always swinging you from place to place, whenever he needs to clear his mind, he takes a midnight swing and always invites you. Sometimes while swinging, he throws you up in the air to hear you scream then teases you about it.
— Everytime there's a minor inconvenience, he just walks away, just like in the movie. If you argue, he just says your right, even if he doesn't think that, then goes away till you cool off.
— My dude LOVES affection. He constantly hugs or kisses you, maybe does other things too, but mosty hugs and kisses. He constantly hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek.
— During his Canon event, he had barley taken care of himself and you had to remind him to eat, drink and sleep so he could function. He never forgot about that and he never will, during those moments he was at his worst and you picked up his pieces and placed him back into the hilarious, outgoing and confident spider he is.
— Whenever you get scared by a spider, instead of being a decent human being and removing the spider from the area, setting it free, he's a little shit who will grab the spider, I'm not joking, GRAB. The spider then proceed to chase you around with it.
— If you'd sleep in, he would start playing some metal shit on his guitar to wake you up, and not just any metal, HEAVY METAL. You've woken up multiple times just by him playing his guitar to wake you up since you are 'a heavy sleeper.'
— He doesn't get jealous that often since he has complete faith in you, your relationship is built on trust and love, nothing will ever change that.
— He will do anything for you. Want chocolates at 3 AM? He'll buy you chocolates at 3 AM. You want to watch a movie, he'll swing you to the movies and you'll watch together. You want him to threaten someone? Just send him the address.
— His love language is quality time and music. Bro loves it and if you make him a playlist he is down bad on his knees.
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*+:｡.｡ NOT THE ONLY ONE, FOR YOU.
— you find a pair of eyelashes in miles’ room that you’re sure aren’t yours…until you weren’t ..
you and miles were sat up with each other on his bed watching pitch perfect on your macbook that you brought. you and miles occasionally laughed and talked during the movie, just overall having a good time. that was until you saw a pair of lashes stuck onto his cover, 12mm and jet black. when was the last time you had lashes on? you genuinely couldn’t think. last week you weren’t able to get your lashes done because the girl who did them was out of town…the week before that you had falsies in, but why would miles keep a pair of your lashes from two weeks ago?
“miles.” you say abruptly, visibly startling him. “what?” miles asks, turning to you. “whose lashes is them?” you ask, plucking them off of his covers and examining them between your acrylics. “mami, those are yours?” he chuckles, taking the lash out your hand and looking at it himself. “no the fuck they aren’t.” you say, taking it back from him. miles falls into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. how is this funny?! miles has an anonymous pair of lashes on his bed and he won’t tell you where they came from and he’s laughing? you huff and get off of his bed, sliding on your uggs and grabbing your marc jacobs tote back, shutting your macbook and shoving it into the bag.
“baby, don’t leave!” miles whined, wiping tears from his face. “nope, you obviously got some other hoe over here. i’m finna go home.” you shrug, taking your phone off of miles’ charger and walking out the door. you can hear miles’ groan from the hallway while you were walking towards the door, you hear his bedroom door open and miles is following behind you. you stop at the door and turn to face him, thank god his mom isn’t home. “what do you want.” you say, lookin at his phone in one hand and the lash in the other.
“mami, look at this picture.” miles instructs you, turning the phone screen into your face, showing a picture of you and him where you were kissing his cheek, an annoyed look on his face. but the real picture here, were the lashes on your lash line. 12mm, jet black. shit. “what about it?” you ask, acting like you didn’t know what he was talking about. “y/n, these are yours,” miles says holding up the false eyelash. “we literally took this picture two weeks ago.” you take your shoes off, again, and hug miles.
“yeah, you right.” you giggled. i mean, sure you were tripping just a little bit, but your boyfriend was always there looking out for you. even if you were in the wrong.
— written with BLACK READER in mind .
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could you do like a bookworm kinda quiet reader with E42 Miles?????
I Always Got You, Got That?
Characters: E42!Miles Morales x Fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Going on an impromptu bookstore shopping run. (Requested) Thanks for the request sweets 🖤
Warning: none :)
While sipping your coffee, you continued to walk throughout the mall when you spotted the bookstore. It was practically calling your name but you didn’t have enough money and you already took too much from Miles.
You weren’t exactly sure about what his job actually is, but he made a lot of money from doing that. So realistically he wouldn’t have a problem with you asking but you didn’t wanna seem like some gold-digger. Your mama raised you better than that.
“You wanna go in there?” Miles asked you. He caught you eyeing the place but was confused as to why you didn’t go in.
“Oh, no. We don’t have to go on and it’s probably boring for you,” you answer and turn back around.
“Nah, nah.” He takes your hand and starts pulling you into the store. “If you wanna go in, then go in. And don't worry about the price, you know I always got you.”
“But you already spent a lot on me,” you argue. And he has. Last week, he took you on a date to a fancy restaurant and the week before that a concert to see your favorite artist. Both of those were extremely expensive and you felt guilty about it when you searched up the prices.
“Because as my girlfriend, you deserve to be spoiled. It’s how I show my love.” He gives you a playful pout and comes closer to you, “Are you gonna stop me from showing you how much I love you?”
“Of course not,” you're quick to say.
He gives you a smirk, “Good.” He drags you into the store, “Now shop to your heart’s desire, okay?”
You nod and go deeper into the store. You pick up some books that caught your eye and put them back because they didn’t interest you as much as the others. You weren’t that greedy.
Little did you know Miles was behind you and picking the books back up to buy them. He watched as you went around the store, going into different sections; YA, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Romance, etc.
Miles loved seeing you smile as your fingers glided on the book spines, he loved the way your eyes lit up as they read the summary of the book. He loved how you talked so passionately about the books you’ve read and are planning to read. The ones you loved with all of your heart and the ones you hate with every fiber of your being.
You turned around to see Miles carrying a stack of books that pales in comparison to the ones you have in your hand. When you looked closer, it was every book that you liked but put back.
“Miles…” you narrow your eyes at him and walk back to meet up with him. “Why are you picking up these books? I didn’t take you for a fan of romance.”
“1, don’t put me into a box and 2, you can’t carry all these books so I’m carrying them for you. That’s why you put them back because they were getting heavy,” he explains and lies without any shame knowing damn well that’s not the reason.
“Now Miles.” You say and stare up at the ceiling to combat the incoming headache. He doesn’t have to keep spending all this money on you.
“Hey.” Miles called out to you and lifted your head by your chin to meet his eyes. “Listen I told you this before and I will tell this until you get it through that pretty little head of yours, hermosa. My money is yours, okay. You need something you got, you want something you got. I’ve always got you, got that?”
He was being so intense about this which was unusual for him since he’s probably the most nonchalant guy you knew. You suspected there was more to this issue, but you decided not to push it. With being a nonchalant, Miles is also not the most emotionally vulnerable person in the world.
You give him a smile, “Okay then, don’t come crying when I drain your bank account.” You turn to continue shopping, being more liberal in your choosing. And where do you put all the books you pick up? Right in Miles’ hand.
He chuckles at your response and carries the mounting books with ease, “Trust, you won’t hear a peep outta me.”
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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐄 - ft. hobie brown ✭ ✭ ✭
summary. Just bros being bros
warning(s). He/Him pronouns, mentions of sex, very short, foul language
a/n. sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia (My obsession with Hobie is beyond unhealthy)
“Bro…that was amazing..”
Hobie paused, setting aside his half-eaten ice cream and gazing down at the slightly shorter male before him. "I've just fucked you, and now you want to call me your 'bruv'?" Hobie's expression turned somewhat sour. Y/n met his gaze, unyielding. "Yeah, should I start calling you sweet, cheesy couple names instead?”
A mischievous grin spread across Y/n's face as he straddled his boyfriend, batting his eyelashes in an "innocent" manner while puckering his lips. "Oh, Hobie boo boo bear, that was the most splendid lovemaking experience of my life!" Y/n teased playfully. Hobie responded with an unamused stare. "I'm not doin this today." The Brit pushed Y/n off, letting him tumble wherever he may.
"I've learned to embrace eccentricity at that society, but here?" Hobie pointed a finger, "you are in a league of your own." Y/n looked up, momentarily squirming before rolling under the bed and meeting Hobie's simultaneously disappointed and amused expression. "In all my years of existence, I've never encountered someone as delightfully peculiar as you." Hobie couldn't help but smile as he slipped on his shoes, reaching for his tattered clothes that lay discarded from the previous night.
Y/n's smile widened. "Ooo~ I must be quite special! But, where you off to?" Y/n playfully kicked his feet against the floor. Hobie stood up, retrieving his mask. "I have a meeting." Y/n feigned shock. "Hobart... are you actually listening to Miguel?" Hobie moved toward the window, Y/n trailing behind. Hobie turned around, locking eyes with Y/n. "Of course not. I'm going to meet Pav. He's got something to show me." Hobie approached the window, Y/n joining him. Just before he leaped into the bustling city streets, Hobie looked back at Y/n. "See you later, dear. If I haven't returned by midnight, call Pav. I've probably dozed off at his place." With that, Hobie gave a final kiss to his boyfriend before leaping himself into the lively city, swinging through dark alleys until a sudden pink glow materialized and dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Y/n stood there, his expression distant and contemplative.
“My boyfriends name is Hobart.”
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Miguel O'Hara and size difference
MDNI!! 18+
author's notes: reader is not gendered but implied they have a vagina. P in V sex. Belly distention and mention of belly bulge.
Miguel is a huge guy, broad, pure muscle, built like a brick shithouse. You have to contend with him man handling you like you're nothing, feeling small when you're with him no matter your size. Play fighting with him and having your ass handed to you, which is especially humiliating with how seriously he takes a fun tickle sesh.
But he's also a huge dick. No sorry, he also has a huge dick.
You have to brace yourself before he enters you. He takes foreplay very seriously, working you up for a good 40 mins before even thinking of entering you. He slips his fingers into your wetness, taking it slowly, stretching you out one digit at a time. Mouth covered in your juices, slurping and licking at you until your knuckles are white around the bed sheets and there's tears in your eyes.
"Please," you beg pathetically, wincing at the sound of your weak trembling voice "I need you inside of me"
"What's that baby? Use your voice." He says, his voice husky with lust.
"I need you, I need you miguel. I need to have you inside of me. Please don't make me beg." you force out, a tear spilling from the corner of your eye as he plays with your tender sex.
"Oh but I like how pretty you sound when you beg." He sighs "I guess it's time, especially considering that nice little puddle you're laying in." You'd been leaking for the past 30vor so minutes as he had his way with you and you ached for him.
He lines up his cock ready to go inside of you but then he pauses, a smirk building on his face. He slaps his huge cock down onto your stomach and his eyes go wide. "F-fuck niña..."
Confused, you follow his eyes down to your stomach and realise the head of his cock is almost up to your ribcage. You knew he was big, you always had to work up to taking him, but seeing this made you crave him in a way you hadn't before. You needed him to fill you with his length, needed to feel the pressure of his size inside you.
"Take me miguel. Now." You were both breathing heavily but he chuckled darkly. "Oh no, I want to savour this. You're so good to take every single inch of me baby." he rubbed his length slowly up and down your stomach, amazed at his makeshift x ray, needing a mental picture for when he was inside of you.
You whined and grabbed his hips pulling them close and he realised he'd been teasing you for long enough. He slowly inched inside, letting you exhale deeply and relax every muscle in your body as you felt him fill you. When you opened your eyes he was looking at you with a dark hunger in his. He slowly lowered himself towards you as he pushed further inside. Kissing up your chest, your neck, sucking your lips until they were swollen. You moaned, you couldn't form words, could barely think grinding underneath him.
His thrusts got faster and he brought himself up to take you all in, looking at the bulge in your belly as his cock pumped into you. In and out, up and down. His eyes went wide again, so impressed you could take him and he growled "You're so fucking good for me baby. That's it, take it all. We're a long way from done."
He pressed his hand gently onto your stomach and he could feel himself. This drove him crazy. He grabbed your hips with one hand whilst resting the other in your hair, grunting as he pounded into you. You pushed your hand down onto your stomach to feel him and he gasped. You knew he couldn't last much longer and neither could you, you had to pleasure yourself to release this energy that was building.
You tense as you cum and this sends him over the edge, gasping in your ear. "M-miguel..."
"I know baby, I know." He rasped, voice hoarse from breathing so heavily. He collapsed on top of you and you could feel the both of you still twitching from your orgasms. "I guess we finished sooner than you thought. Was I just that good?" you slowly pant while running your fingers through his hair.
He chuckled darkly while holding you close, his skin sticking to you from the sweat. "We're not done yet niña. I need to see that dick imprint while you ride me."
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Spidey Sense
Pairing: hobie brown x Fem! Reader
Summary: hobie shows up at your place
A/n: I don't think this is my best but I need this man biblically.
Was this finals week or your final week? You couldn't remember the last time you didn't have fun on a weekend. All you did once school let out on Friday was work through review packets given by your teachers. Currently, you were halfway through the chemistry papers.
It was Sunday afternoon and there was still plenty of work to do. Time for a break was yet to be seen on the horizon. Your brain was on autopilot as your hand absently scribbled across the paper and words slightly blurred as they reached your eyes. A band of tension was tight around your head; you knew a break was probably in order, but you couldn't take one. Not yet.
The chemistry packet was finally finished, and the history one began. By this point your eyelids were heavy while your brain struggled to stay on task. With a sigh, you hunched over your desk and inspected the first question harder, as if that would make it easier to work.
After a while, you finally got the first question. But before you could start the next one, you saw the bright sunlight shining in your room become partially blocked from your peripheral vision. You brushed it off, assuming it was only a plane or something until knuckles rapped against your window. With your attention caught, you whipped your head around to see Spider-Man holding a brown paper bag while crouched on the fire escape.
Confused, you finally left your chair to open your window, but not giving Hobie access inside.
Hobie looked at both of your hands pressed against the sides of your window then back at you.
"You gon' let me in, babe?"
With your lips pressed together, you shook your head. "Come back in like an hour thirty, Hobie."
The eyes of Hobie's mask squinted as he look around in feigned thought.
"But like what if I come in now?"
"I'm almost done with my work," you sighed. "We can do whatever after that."
"You still workin' on that?" He asked, tilting his head.
Another sigh left you as you brought a hand to your forehead, attempting to ease your growing headache.
"Yeah." You answered quietly.
Hobie didn't just swing by because he felt like it, even if he was missing hanging out with you all weekend. Ever since Friday, he had an odd feeling crawling over his skin that he couldn't shake. At first, he suspected it had something to do with President Osborne and his regime, but after some investigation Hobie found the dictator was still hiding after their last battle. It wasn't until he made his rounds through the city, and stopped a mugging close to your apartment, that Hobie realized. The crawling vibrated right through him, and it was all coming from you.
"Got a headache?" Hobie asked.
You kept your eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah."
"That the same shirt you took from my place Friday?" He looked at you in the distressed, blue sleeveless t-shirt that he knew was his.
"Maybe." You fiddled with the hem of his shirt.
"You eat anything since lunch yesterday?"
You fell silent for a moment as you looked at Hobie; you could see his dumb smile under his mask.
"Thought so."
Coming through the opening you made when your hand left the window, Hobie held the bag he had in front of you. You took it as he entered further into your room and removed his mask. Inside was your regular order from the local deli and a bottle of water. Hobie smirked as he heard the bag crinkle when you plunged your hand inside. He was at your desk looking over the absurd amount of work that you had been doing.
"History and trig? Baby, I could do this." Hobie offered, turning to you.
Shaking your head, you tried to get down the giant bite of sandwich you took. "No, I need to do those to pass my finals."
Hobie didn't listen, taking your pencil and scrawling through a few questions on the packets.
"The education system is just twelve years of teaching children how to conform to society and not question authority." He shrugged.
You laughed slightly at Hobie as you made your way next to him. As you leaned against Hobie, you took your pencil out of his hand and looked up at him.
"Yeah, but, I still wanna go to college."
Hobie hummed, nodding his head, "Hm...and I want that too because you want it," he brought his index finger to his chin as he took a brief thought. "Take a break, then."
With the smile on his face, you knew Hobie's idea of a break for you was cuddling and ignoring both of your responsibilities. While it didn't sound like a terrible idea, your first final was tomorrow. You could take a break when the work was finished.
You linked your arm around Hobie's. "Baby, thank you for the sandwich, but I swear, I'm almost done then we can do whatever you want."
With furrowed brows, Hobie brought his free hand over his chest. "This ain't 'bout me, babe, I said you need a break."
Before you could attempt to shoo him off again, Hobie made his argument for why he should stay.
"Ever since Friday, I've had the most bonkers feeling that I just couldn't figure out. But I was swingin' round here earlier when it hit me. You aren't taking proper care of yourself."
You looked up at Hobie with a puzzled look as a small laugh left your throat. "So you got spidey sense about me?"
Hobie shrugged. "Guess so."
"I didn't think it worked like that." You smirked.
"I ain't got Scooby-Doo."
You let go of Hobie and looked up into his eyes. "Well, if the spidey sense says I need a break, I guess these last two packets can wait."
As you took another bit of your sandwich, Hobie kissed your forehead.
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Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara X Spider!Reader - Twice Bitten
I just saw Across the Spider-Verse and I NEEDED to write for Miguel. Just DAMN it was so nice to see my fav spider grace the screen.
This will most likely be a series, maybe friends to lovers, but we’ll just see where this story takes us.
(Part 2 out now!)
Warnings: Descriptions of pain, fighting, angst. typical spider stuff. Slight spoilers for the movie?? Nothing plot related.
1,400 word count. Enjoy!!
Okay, maybe you’ve introduced yourself one too many times, but this time couldn’t hurt.
You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the one and only Spider-Woman who thwips and quips all over New York, protecting innocents from bad guys. It’s a rough job, you’ve lost more people than you can count, but you always get back up. Being good, and doing good is in your DNA. You can’t stop now, not even when your body refuses to listen to you.
It comes out of nowhere as you swing towards a reported disturbance, your spider-sense warning you too late when something hard slams into your chest. Your web disconnects, sending you crashing into the nearest rooftop.
You force yourself to recover, lifting your hand to see black ooze spreading all over your body. Your eyes widen, recognizing the symbiote instantly. It spreads all over your body, seeping into you as your body seizes. Your body meets the ground once again, your screams morphing into something monstrous. The roof below you cracks under the pressure of your strength, even more so as you feel pain shock your entire body. It feels like you’re glitching, your atoms falling apart and being put back together in a matter of seconds.
Forcing yourself up, you grab onto the symbiote, uselessly attempting to rip the creature off of you. With another scream, you feel a final snap. Your body freezes, your mind at a standstill as you feel something invade your mind.
You’re not my spider, but you’ll do.
You gasp as the symbiote bonds even further to you but stops when you resist. The glitch happens again, making you fall to the ground once again. Something is wrong, extremely wrong.
“Get. Off. Of. ME!” you scream, finally getting a grasp on the symbiote and pulling. It feels like you’re pulling a piece of yourself with it. You stop, groaning when the pain subsides. Your hot breath in your mask nearly makes you pass out, but you’re able to stand once again.
Adrenaline pumps through your veins, your thoughts run wild as the symbiote nestles itself further into you. It can’t be your symbiote, no, that one is locked away for good.
You can feel the symbiote react to your thoughts, but you have no time to recover when you suddenly slam into the ground. You take the hit like a champ, opening your eyes to see someone in a red and blue suit. His claws dig deep into your chest as he roughly places a device onto you.
A high-pitched noise emits from the device, causing the symbiote to scream. Despite the device, it remains bonded to you. You writhe in pain until you manage to rip the device off, accidentally sending your attacker flying off the roof. Your legs nearly give out on you as you stand, but you remain strong. You always get back up.
The figure returns, swinging back onto the roof with a neon red web. You raise your fists. Another wannabe spider? You feel your emotions blow up, your mind clouded as you try to figure out what is going on.
“I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here for the symbiote,” he says with raised hands. “Let me help you.”
He’s not going to help you. He’ll rip us apart.
Anger floods your system as you lunge forward, attacking him blindly as he narrowly avoids your attacks. He plants another device on you, then another. They both go off at the same time, briefly separating you from the creature. It gives you enough willpower to stop fighting, but your body doesn’t let up.
“I c-can’t stop,” you whimper, trying to hold yourself back as your fist meets his face. “Please, end this.”
He lands a punch in the center of your chest, sending you flying. Another device goes off, but it still doesn’t work. This symbiote won’t let you go.
It takes everything in you to stop moving, your muscles straining against themselves as you grasp onto your head. The symbiote urges you to give in, to let them take over until you finally feel a hand on your shoulder.
You move to push him away but feel a sharp sting in your neck. Gasping, your hand moves to find purchase on him, but your arms limply fall to your sides. The symbiote finally detaches from you, glitching until it moved into one of the traps he set on the ground. It pops up, trapping the creature.
The pressure lifts, only for you to realize that it was his teeth that just did that. You weakly turn your head to look at him, your blood on his lips as he pulls away. Your body aches in more ways than one, feeling yourself slowly begin to burn. Soreness seeps into you, making it difficult to even move a finger. You haven’t been like this since you were first bitten by that spider all those years ago.
You stare into his red eyes, unable to read them as he lifts you up. He removes your mask, finally allowing you to breathe the fresh air. You flinch as soon as a bright light flashes, a portal of sorts opening in front of you. The symbiote goes in first, then the two of you.
Your eyes close and your body goes slack. As soon as his feet meet solid ground he’s running. His movements jostle you awake. You must be hallucinating because you see hundreds of… you? Different spider suits flash around you until you’re set down on a cold table.
Your neck burns even more, forcing you to roll to your side as you curl into a ball. You feel the heat spread through your body, your muscles so tense you think you’ll snap them. That’s when you feel it.
Your muscles growing in size. Your teeth expand to sharp canines. Just as someone goes to restrain your arms, your hand slams into the table and claws cut through the metal like butter. When one of your arms were finally free, you shoot a web and pull yourself away from the group. One of them goes to move forward, but the blue and red one stops them.
You greedily suck in air, sticking to the highest point in the room as you recollect yourself. The red and blue one dismisses everyone, keeping his eyes on you as everyone filters out. You finally catch your breath, confusion clouding your mind.
“What did you do to me?” you ask, shuddering when your new fangs made speaking awkward.
He removes his mask, letting you see those red eyes again. They’re hypnotizing, reassuring you that he means no harm. He crawls up the wall slowly, closing the distance as he gently examines his bite mark. He’s lost in thought, running through different possible explanations that could shed light on why the hell his venom… changed you?
“I don’t know,” he replies, dragging his fingers along the bite. “It’s nearly healed already.”
You hiss when his fingers trace over a sensitive spot, your hand instinctually grasping his wrist. He doesn’t say a word as he opens your fingers, comparing your new claws to his. He removes your gloves. You don’t protest, especially when your new talons have ripped them to shreds.
His claws retract back into his hand and he begins to gently trace his fingers in your palm, “They go away when you’re relaxed.”
“Kind of hard to do that when I’m freaking the fuck out,” you quip.
Your body betrays you, taking in his immense warmth as he gently brushes against your claws. They finally disappear as if nothing was even there in the first place. Your fangs do not change.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, holding your hand tightly. “It was the only way to-”
“All a part of the job,” you chuckle, your fangs on full display as you flash him a gentle smile.
His eyes immediately hone in on them, his index finger lightly tracing the point, “You’re just like me? My venom has never done this before.”
“Maybe I’m just that special,” you mumble tiredly. “Didn’t expect to get bitten twice by a spider.”
A small, tense laugh escapes from his lips. He watches as you doze off, nearly falling off the wall until he gently guides you to the ground.
“What’s your name?” you mumble out, sighing when you feel a soft bed against your back.
“Miguel,” he responds, placing a blanket over you.
“You owe me dinner,” you mutter before letting your exhaustion finally win.
You always get up, but you’ll do that after a quick nap.
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SHE FELL FIRST, HE FELL HARDER — MILES MORALES (1610) — PART I
miles morales x fem!reader
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(your pov - @ school)
i walked into my first day of sophomore year, shoving my backpack into my locker because my school decided we shouldn’t be able to carry backpacks in the hall.
(btw in this story miles goes to public school)
although i was very afraid of sophomore year, i was excited for a fresh start, maybe i can try to get back on my feet again. (i’m cooked)
my first hour was cooking class, across the fucking building from my damn locker.
i grabbed my cromebook, folders, and a weird planner thing that was mandatory for my core classes and way too expensive.
i passed popular boys, making my feet quicken, and then i accidentally bumped into this guy, i only saw his shoes, they were red and white jordan’s , they were really cute, but i was in a hurry.
i mumbled a sorry and kept walking, he didn’t even turn around though.
i passed the seniors, which also made me wanna puke.
then i finally found the cooking class, right next to the exit.
i walked in, after the bell, since, again, it was across the FUCKING SCHOOL.
anyway.
my eyes scanned for a seat, the only one being in the very back. yay.
i was pretty quiet, except for around my friends, but i didn’t have any friends in this class.
there was a cute boy, but he had a girlfriend and was very annoying.
there were a few other people i know, most of them were annoying though.
and some people i didn’t know, but none of them were very special.
other than that the teacher was just talking about a slideshow that was mandatory for the school to show.
the classroom had three kitchens in it, they looked kinda old, but they were cute.
and before i knew it four classes had passed and it was lunch time!!
i sat down with my normal lunch friend group, about six people, but the girl i knew best at the table was abby, friends since sixth grade.
they were all laughing while i was zoning out, scanning the lunch room for familiar and unfamiliar faces.
my eyes locked on a very, very handsome boy.
he had chocolate brown skin, big brown eyes, an afro-fade, and he was pretty tall.
and god he was handsome of my god.
i hope i have classes with him, i wonder what classes he takes.
probably weightlifting with those arms
OK BUD.
anyway..
he’s so fucking gorgeous oh my god.
there’s no way he would like me, but..oh god i hope he does
i’m not ugly, right??
no, but not pretty enough for him.
he’s so pretty, god i want him so bad
he was talking with his friend, i knew his friend, he was in my calculus class, i fucking hate that class, but that’s just because i hate math.
he was laughing, he looks so cute while he’s laughing, i wish i was making him laugh.
“throw your trash away, one minute left!!” the lunch monitor yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.
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i walked into my last hour, AP studio art, my only AP class.
i looked around, only a few people in here, i hope that one boy is in here, this is my last chance to have a class with him.
“y/n!!” a familiar voice behind her called out, sage, another sixth grade friend.
“hey sage!” she smiled and hugged him.
“how have you been??” he sits down, next to his other friend Gianna, who i sat in front of, we were also friends.
“good, i think i have a crush.” i hid my face.
“already? what’s his name? or she.” he looked at me with a shocked face.
“uhh..about that..” my eyes locked behind gianna, the boy from lunch!! holy shit!!!
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AUTHORS NOTE
hiii! idk if this is good or not but hopefully it is idk 🧏♀️
this is a series btw obviously erm
oh and FREE PALESTINE
anyway bye bye
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Okay but if any of you- ANY OF YOU is currently working on a domestic fic where Miguel gets taken care of by Peter B Parker's family, practically (and permanently) claimed as family even by MJ and Mayday as well, seriously, you would let the class know right
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It’s All Written Down [Part 1]
Hobie Brown x Spidey!F!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Miguel being a prick, protective Hobie
—> [Part 2]
Summary: Due to your silent nature, you haven’t been the best at bonding with people. Miguel and Jess decided to give you a chance due to your skills. But as time passes, and the only person you warm up to is Hobie, Miguel’s patience grows thin and he decides to hold a meeting, without you, to make the call that you can’t be a part of the team anymore. You end up overhearing them and decide to make it easier by just listening to Miguel… and leaving.
Hobie should’ve known something was off when you weren’t at the meeting. He thought you might be late but even that was a stretch knowing you. It seemed that he was the only one who really knew you, no one else picking up on your disappearance.
You’d always been a ‘lone wolf’ of sorts… not because you wanted to be, but because you weren’t the type to really approach people, or even open up to them. You’d always learned that being quiet kept you out of trouble, it also kept you out of people’s hair.
Hobie picked up on it the moment you joined, you hadn’t taken your mask off once the day you arrived, it immediately intrigued him. He ended up commenting “love that anti-establishment vibe ya got, all going against the grain by not showing your face to these A tier strangers. I like it” you only gave a small nod, that was all it took for him to become fascinated by you.
He’d run up to you whenever he saw you at HQ, rambling on about his most recent demonstration or performance. He didn’t expect a response, rather liking how you’d only nod your head or let out short laughs when he cracked a joke. “Nah, I can only tell you this stuff, seeing as Miguel would get all on my ass bout it” when he hears your soft laugh he grins.
“Was that a laugh? Eh?” When you ignore him, and glance away he just pokes at your arm. “I know ya got your mask on but I can tell you’re grinnin” you try to nudge him away playfully, “you can’t tell nothing” but he continues to poke at you before throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I can read you like a book” He was right, you were smiling… the fact that he knew only made you smile more.
You’d have never expected Hobie to be so warm to you. Your silent and curt nature often pushed others away, thinking you were narcissistic or self-centered, or even just straight up strange. But not Hobie, he’d welcomed you with open arms, not trying to change you, or make fun of you. He made you feel safe.
After the first month, you began to spend more nights in Hobie’s dimension, killing time together, simply enjoying each others company. And one day, as you both decided to knock out for the night, you took off you mask right in front of him. Freezing immediately as you did. He hadn’t seen your face yet, no one in the team had.
When you began to stay over, he had made you a little sign to put on the door handle of his guest room which read “Mask off, so fuck off”. It made you giggle when he gave it to you and he just shrugged. “Wanna make you feel comfortable Briney Marlin, especially if you plan on crashing here more often” you found the act endearing.
“Briney Marlin?” You tilt your head and he just smiles at you. “It’s cockney love. For darlin’… is it alright if I call you that?” You think for a moment but nod “I don’t mind Marlin” and from then on that was his little nickname for you, you liked it cause it was unique… and cause it was from him.
But now, there you stood, mask in hands, eyes looking down at it. You look at Hobie’s figure lying on his bed with wide eyes, his eyes still focused on the guitar in his lap, he wasn’t even looking at you. You don’t speak, so he does. “I haven’t seen a thing yet Marlin… you can still put it back on” those words warmed your heart, you pause for a moment, thinking over his offer, but decide otherwise, shaking your head slightly and smiling.
“No. That’s alright” at those words he looks up at you, his eyes focusing on your features, he then gives you a reassuring smile. “Well aren’t you just ravishing love” he said it in a tone which made your face heat, but there was still a platonic nature to it. Letting you know that he wasn’t going to make a big fuss over this.
After that, you never wore your mask in Hobie’s place, enjoying that it was only in his company that you feel comfortable enough to do it. Over the three months you’ve been with the team, you bonded the most with Hobie, you became practically inseparable at HQ and the more comfortable you got with him, you slowly became more comfortable with the others.
You did a lot of missions together, getting to know the team more, specifically Gwen and Pavitr, seeing as they both knew Hobie in a similar way you did. Although, it did warm your heart how often Hobie would choose to walk with you, even if it was just to ramble to you about his life.
However you still didn’t open up to them about your life outside of your spider-persona. They didn’t seem to have any problems with you, just happy to hear your voice more and seeing you become more confident in taking action during the missions. You really didn’t think there were any problems with your secrecy.
That was… until todays meeting. You were at Hobie’s place, fidgeting with a small tennis ball he kept somewhere among the mess of clothes, stolen gadgets, and music gear. You had no clue where he was, you hadn’t gotten any info about a meeting at HQ and just thought he was out. Even though he usually told you when he was.
Back at HQ, everyone stood around waiting until Miguel finally walked in. “Perfect. Everyone’s here” he says before standing at the front, hands on his hips. Before he can begin, Hobie speaks up. “Oi, wait a sec, Marlin isn’t here, I’ll call her over” he goes to pull out his phone but stops when Miguel speaks “No. She’s not a part of this meeting”
Everyone looks at Miguel now, brows furrowed before exchanging glances with one another. “What d’you mean by that?” Hobie tried to hide his growing unease, not liking the tense mood shift in the air. Miguel just lets out a long breath, Jess butting in with a hushed voice. “Told you they aren’t gonna like this…”
“They don’t even know what ‘this’ is” Miguel retorts back. Hobie then steps forward, closer to the front, closer to Miguel. “And I already don’t like it… seeing as it doesn’t involve our lil Marlin” Miguel brings a hand up, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Just hear me out. Then we’ll discuss it.” At that Hobie just nods as a sign for him to explain. The others moving in closer, curiosity growing as more silence fills the room.
You sigh, checking the time again, feeling as if it was passing slower. You sit up on the bed, tapping your fingers on the bedsheets impatiently. You finally stand up and decide to look for Hobie. “Maybe he got hung up at HQ…” you think to yourself, using your watch gizmo to open up a portal to it. Stepping through it.
As you walk through HQ, greeting a few other spider-people with a kind nod or short wave. You ask a few of them if they’ve seen Hobie. Most of them shake their heads before one finally points to the main room where Miguel usually is. You thank them then continue walking.
As you walk closer to the main room, you hear raised voices, quieting your footsteps. “That’s not fair to her Miguel!” Gwen’s voice sounds frustrated, and you can then hear Miguel’s stern one. “It’s the best move for everyone. You can’t deny her lack of communication skills” your brows furrow as you begin to wonder why you weren’t invited to this meeting.
“Doesn’t make her any less valuable” your ears perk up at Hobie’s voice. You’ve never heard him talk like this, his tone serious and hostile, as you peeked your head around you saw his expression was full of rage. “I’m sorry Hobie but your ‘Marlin’ just isn’t fit for this work” that’s when you step back in shock, realizing they were talking about you.
“What, just because she doesn’t like to run her mouth?” You watch as Miles also steps in, feeling your heart warm at everyone standing up for you. Peter then tries to calm everyone down with a soft voice “Miguel just listen to them… you can’t make such a rash decision for her. I’m guessing she doesn’t even know about this?” Miguel’s silence tells him everything he needs to know.
“That sounds about right. You’re being a right prick… and you don’t even seem apologetic for it!” Hobie raises his voice which causes everyone to look at him, shocked. Expect Miguel, whose expression only becomes more stern as he tilts his head up looking down at the Brit.
“You’re right, I’m not. But don’t worry, she’ll get a choice… either she does solo missions or she leaves” you take another step back, fully grasping the situation. The voices of the others begin to fade out as you start to get caught up in your thoughts.
“Miguel you can’t put that much on her… she only joined 3 months ago, you really think she’ll manage on her own?” Peter speaks with his voice laced in concern, Miguel looks at him, expression reading indifference. “That’s up to her. Do you think she’ll manage on her own?”
Everyone goes silent. Not because they don’t think you’re capable, but because they don’t know how to respond. That is until Hobie speaks up. “She’d manage just fine, but we both know she’s built to work in a team, solo missions are too much pressure” Miguel then shrugs and simply says “Well… then maybe she should choose option two”
Those are the final words you hear before you decide to run off, opening a portal back to Hobie’s apartment. You jump through and then stumble before sitting down on the bed. You try to control your breathing, feeling as if your heart was beating out of your chest. You take off your mask, hoping it would help.
‘Maybe she should choose option two…’ Miguel’s words ring in your mind. As much as you wanted to deny it, you thought he was right. You weren’t ready to work solo, the idea of trying to contain an anomaly all by yourself? You weren’t ready for that. You realize that this is exactly what Miguel wanted…
He knew you wouldn’t be ready to complete missions by yourself, so he gave you only one other option. To leave. You quickly search the room, finding a pen and paper and began to write something down. Trying to find the right words… the right way to say goodbye. To you, the only thing that was worse then this, would be saying goodbye to Hobie’s face.
Hobie stood face to face with Miguel, their foreheads practically touching, the others swear sparks could be seen between their heads. “Back down you old Geezer…” Hobie smirked as he spoke, wanting to get under Miguel’s skin. He knew he succeeded as he watches him bare his teeth as a low growl can be heard in his throat.
That’s when Peter steps in, putting both his hands on Miguel’s chest, meanwhile Pavitr begins to pull Hobie away as well. “Both of you… relax. This decision isn’t even final until we talk to her about it. I’m sure we’ll figure something out” his tone is calm but cautious, not wanting to upset either of them.
Gwen nods in agreement. Pavitr gently pats Hobie’s shoulder trying to get him to calm down. Hobie then shrugs off Pavitr’s touch, and then puts his hands in his pockets. “You were never on her side…” he scowls towards Miguel before walking off. Ignoring the calls of his friends from behind him.
He opens up a portal back to his place, feeling his body relax slightly as he steps through. He places his guitar against the wall and looks around. “Marlin? Ya there?” He calls out to you, but hears nothing. He throws his mask onto his bed, his brows furrow as he spots a note next to where it landed.
He picks it up and immediately recognizes your hand writing, he feels his breath catch in his throat as he begins to read it. He slowly moves to sit down on the bed, gripping the note tighter the more he reads.
Dear Hobie,
I choose option two. I hope you’re not mad at me… I can’t bear the idea of you remembering me in anger. I just couldn’t tell you this to your face. I went looking for you and then overheard your meeting with the others… I understand why you guys didn’t invite me. I’m not fit to be a part of this team. You’re the only one I really trust, the only person who I comfortable enough with to drop my spider-persona around… I can’t thank you enough for that. Please don’t look for me, I did what I had to do, but couldn’t leave without finding some way of saying goodbye. So here’s it is… all written down. Goodbye Hobie… I’ll miss you.
Your Marlin.
Once he read it all he curses under his breathe, then notices your watch next to him on the bed. He picks it up, recognizing the small customizations you both put on the band together. The way it matched his own. It made him smile at the memory but then he felt grief all over again.
He grabs his mask, putting it on hastily before pocketing both the note and your watch. “Where did you go Marlin… you’re not leaving me that easily” he jumps out of his window and swings off into the night.
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— Hobie brown, aka, the man who would never let someone as much as lay a finger on you live unharmed. Hobie brown, the man who seemed to constantly fought for freedom to all, the man who was too confident for the government itself. Hobie brown, the man whoet you stay over all the time and allowed you to borrow all his clothes when you didn't have any.
— Hobbie brown, aka the same man who's confidence falters as you put him in his place. Hobbie brown, the good boy who follows all your orders. Hobie brown who whimpers and begs for you to inch closer. Hobie brown who let's you take control of his body, allowing you to do as you wish.
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okay cs i saw this on my fyp and immediately thought of e-42 miles omg🤭
RS.
miles munch morales 🔥
“babyyyy!” you called out into your shared apartment, your boyfriend in your bedroom raging on 2k. “bro you’re ass.” miles chuckled into the mic, one of the ear covers behind his ear. you slide off your platform uggs and walk into the bedroom, miles perking up at your appearance. “yooo! cmere.” miles coxes you over, you throw your legs over his lap and lay your back onto the rest of the bed. “i need you to buy me something.” you tell him, showing him the $600 lace front on your screen. miles quickly looks at it, already predicting it had something to do with hair.
“you know my card number. gon’ head and buy it.” miles says, shrugging his broad shoulders. you smile and bring your upper body up to kiss miles on the cheek, saying a quick thank you and ordering the wig.
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“look!” you exclaim to miles, who was scrolling on his own phone. “what is it?” he asks, turning his head towards you before tearing his eyes off his screen. “these new shoes dropped! they’re so pretty!” you say. miles took a good look at them, they were the vintage green dunks. the yellow sole going great with contrast of the rustic green. “how much them cost?” miles asks, chalking his pockets for his card. “like…three hunnid..” you mumbled the last part. “three hunnid? that ain’t nun.” miles chuckled, taking your phone from your hands and purchasing them. “there.”
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you and miles walk around the mall, you just window shopping because you didn’t wanna spend anymore of miles’ money. “why you ain’t went in no stores yet?” miles asked,his hand reaching out for yours. “i don’t wanna spend none of your money.” you shrugged. miles pulled his head into his neck and smiled at your comment. “girl,” miles started before you cut him off.
“unt unt you too sassy.” you giggled. miles rolled his eyes. “anyways. you know i gotchu. go get what you want, baby.” miles says, watching you bat your lashes at him with a meek, “really?” miles nods and you scurry away to spend all his life savings on cute accessories <3
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I’m writing a PunkFlower fic, and I can’t decide on wether it should be one chapter or multiple.
Basically, it’s about Hobie trying to prove to his friends that he and Miles aren’t dating (but they secretly are.) his friends give numerous examples to back up their claims, and after each, it cuts back to Hobie and Miles actually doing the thing they described. So it looks like: present character giving description, what they described actually happening, present description, it actually happening. This repeats like several times. Each description and event are about 1,000 word long.
I’m worried that a multiple chapter fic might look intimidating to people who just want to read something light, but I think it could be better for the integrity of the fic. On the other hand, a oneshot is more convenient and less intimidating, but might be hard to follow.
What do you guys think?
#punkflower#hobie brown#miles morales#atsv#across the spiderverse#fanfic#across the spiderverse fanfic#atsv fanfic#PunkFlower fanfic#I’m just really not sure#sorry if that post was long#I feel like the context was important#I really like the way the fic is going I jus can’t decide on this
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HOBIE BROWN | SPIDER-PUNK (atsv)
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“Pizza Time” (Hobie Brown & Gn!Reader)
| You, Hobie, and crew get called out to deal with a canon disturbance.
| SFW, canon typical action, team fic™️, my attempts at humor, one original spider variant, -gn!reader
| H/n=Hero name (Pic source: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) movie)
| PART ONE
| 2k+ words
The sounds of an argument bounce off the walls of the hall leading to the transport station and Miguel’s office - if you wanted to call a floating platform and boundless walls of unfeeling shifting metal an “office” that was.
Hobie walks in, hands in his pockets and gait steady, already heaving a sigh.
“Level one! You’re sending us - me! - on a mission for a goddamn level one disturbance?”
A platform above you, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, Miguel groans. The sound borders on growl but you don’t buck an inch.
Hobie would totally be admiring the show of grit right now if he didn’t have something waaaaay better to do, but alas he does so he needed you to shush sooner rather than later.
“Are you crazy? I can do so much better than respond to some villain of the week!”
“Ay, dios mío, I can assure you I’m perfectly sane-”
“Huh,” Hobie scoffs. He’d sure like to hold a microscope up to that claim.
He swings his guitar ‘round to his front and leans against the wall otherwise silently, doing nothing but waving when Miguel’s sharp eyes snap to him. He does want to laugh at the way just his presence is causing the ever present crease in their - not their as in ‘his’ but their as in ‘everyone else’s’ - leader’s forehead but that’s something he’d have done last week and he rather liked his inconsistencies to stay just that; messing with Miguel was more fun that way.
So today he keeps mum. To an extent. Just feeling the way the headquarters’ walls hum with power against his back and watching with lidded eyes as you bark up Miguel’s tree.
Miguel averts his attention back to you and you’re clearly still giving him a nasty look if his eye roll means anything.
“You’re going. That’s not me asking, this isn’t up for debate. You want to work so bad, here you go.”
“Work? This is a glorified playdate at best-”
Alright. Time to cut and run. Hobie pushes off the wall, walking over to tug you back with the pads off his fingers. Grabbing onto skintight spandex isn’t some easy task so he sticks to you instead.
You stumble away with an irritated huff but Hobie talks over the barrage you’re likely about to release.
“Oi, cut the argy bargy! Don’t we got somethin’ to do?
Miguel turns with a nearly slackened expression - look at that he almost did something that wasn’t a scowl! - but gestures towards Hobie regardless.
When you do the same, turning to him like he’s gone and betrayed your whole bloodline, Hobie shrugs your gaze off and lets go of you. For the time being he needs you to be sated enough that he can get from under the security cameras he knows are up his knickers and nipping at his balls right now.
“For once we agree,” Miguel intones.
In response Hobie flips him off and right on cue that scowl makes its reappearance.
“Just go,” the man sighs.
Nearly in tandem you and Hobie give Miguel mock salutes. Hobie can tell you’re rolling your eyes under the mask but opts not to comment as Pavitr finally enters the room.
Miguel’s tense voice follows you all into the bright energy field that makes up the dimensional portal when you guys finally mobilize.
“Your mission parameters will be on your watches when you get there. H/n and Hobie you’ll be taking point. The Spider of the universe you’re being sent to is already on standby.” He heaves a sigh and you can just hear the way he’s attempting to rub out the halos in his vision. “And please try not to destroy another national monument.”
“No promises!”
The way Hobie’s words ring out into the spacious room is capped off by your raucous laughter as you both walk through the portal.
A blinding light flashes and then you’re traveling through a technicolor cavern, shot forward to your chosen destination by an invisible and unwavering current.
In almost no time at all you meet the timid air of Earth-159, the home of the self proclaimed:
SPECTACULAR SPIDER ╸MAID!
You breathe in cool damp air, taking a moment to ground yourself in the feel of yet another alternate New York before twisting around to confront your partner.
“Since when are you such a follower?”
You grumble the words with a no doubt demur turn of your lips and Hobie shrugs, shaking the stability back into his legs.
“Nah I ain’t never been that, don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth. It just so ‘appens that ‘is usual utilitarian act matched up with my plans for today, is all.”
“You? Plotting? What a surprise,” you chuckle and flip around - walking backwards - so you can watch him as y’all walk out on the other side of the portal. “I want in.”
He side eyes you, “You plan on keeping that big mouth shut anytime soon then? No usin’ what I tell you as ammunition against Miguel, and all that.”
Still walking backwards you chuckle lowly and press your lips together. Your pinched fingers come up to pantomime a zipper closing across the seam of your lips, you make a show of breaking then showing off the invisible zipper key, and finally toss the imaginary zipper away.
“Alright then,” he hums. “Keep your schedule open for tomorrow and I’ll spill.”
“Great.” You shove your hand in your pocket as you and him both catch up to a buzzing in place Pavitr.
He turns to you, shiney hair bouncing almost sadly to the left.
“Shouldn’t Maid be here already? What’s taking her so long?”
Before either of you can answer Pavitr the telltale thwip of a web-shooter meets y’all’s ears from a short distance and then a flash of red and yellow head to toe spandex catches everyone’s eye.
Spider-Maid lands in front of you all - after a series of well timed flips - with her hands on her hips. She flips springy curls over her shoulder.
“I swear I would’ve been here sooner, but there was a minor incident with Dr. Conners and she was shedding everywhere!” She lands in front of you three, hands flailing every which way. “Like, I’m talking huge slabs. And everything was slimy-!”
“Spider-Maid,” you cut her off and she goes stock still, head ducking.
“Sorry.”
Before you can reassure her yourself Hobie’s already laughing her apology off. He walks over, swinging an arm over her shoulder.
“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, Mad Maid! Things goin’ as good as they sound?”
“Oh yeah!” She laughs and when Hobie shakes his hand out and holds his fist out for her to dap him up she happily fist pumps him. “Everything’s great! You know? Despite the dimensional disturbance in my world apparently. Do you guys have eyes on that by the way?”
You shrug, “Honestly? I was hoping you did. You know Miguel prefers the ‘throw the baby in the deep end and let them figure it out’ method of learning.”
“Yeahhhh,” she nods. “Swim or die sounds about his speed.”
“Oh it is definitely his speed,” Pav says.
The sigh you let out comes from your bones. Pavitr is barely out of his superhero teething phase and he’s already picked up on how much of a hardass Miguel is, and Maid isn’t too far behind him either.
God the Spider Society was a mess.
A rush of people running from behind a pizzeria halts any further conversation. You all tense in unison, a cluster of fine tuned spiders ready to jump headfirst into danger. Hobie and you glance at one another.
A series of head tilts and hidden eyebrow raises commences before Hobie finally sighs and clears his throat.
“Alright, here’s how we’ll do things! I’ll go check whatever that was out and the rest of you look for any more signs of the disturbance, yeh?”
“Form a parameter and then scour it,” you add and he nods his agreement.
Everyone else then acknowledges the plan and y’all break up with you officially on spider-sitting duty by yourself.
For the first couple minutes things go smoothly enough. There’s no sign of the disturbance but there’s no more screaming people either, and Hobie seems pretty nonplussed - if a little humorous - at what it is he finds.
Barely enough time passes for you to start giving the two Spiders with you secondary instructions on what to look for when tracking someone before Hobie’s voice cuts through the calm.
“Ow! Shit!”
From the roof beside the one you're on Pav stops in his tracks and Maid - sticking to the side of the same building - slips. She clips her chin a little bit you’re too preoccupied to address it. Or catch the sigh of relief she lets out at that.
Your brows furrow beneath your mask and you eventually turn away from the now tense teens, glancing at the building Hobie disappeared behind.
“Hobie? Status?”
“There’s these fuckin - Ow!’” He yelps, still over coms. “Pudgy horned animal…things round the corner - shit! - and they are not as cute as I first thought!”
“Shit,” you grunt.
Maid waves to get your attention, crawling over the edge of your roof and running up to you.
“Can I?”
Maid and you turn to give each other a look. You shrug at her.
The brunette spider makes a jerky motion towards where Hobie’s run off to. From behind your mask you raise a brow and she catches on surprisingly fast for someone who isn’t used to hanging around other capes 24-7. For instance you can also tell that her eyes are saucer wide behind her mask.
“Do you think I should…go?”
“Somebody should!” Hobie yells, bordering on shrill even with his low timbre, and you start shoving at the girl to leave.
“I- yeah I think you should go. You’ll do fine. Me and Spider-man #2 over here can handle the main anomaly on our own.”
“Hey! Why am I number two?”
A call of Pav’s, Maid’s, and then your moniker comes from your wayward member, and Maid raises a hand to shoot off a web.
“Are you-?”
“We got this,” Pav cuts in. His tone is nearly melodic and you chuckle. “We’ll just split up like that old cartoon from the 70’s!”
Maid nods, leaving you two alone in just a few swings.
You turn to Pavitr as you both jump down to the street for a new vantage point. “You talking about Scooby-Doo?”
“What?” He laughs with a shake of his head. “Oh no I was talking about the Groovy Detective Crew-”
A high pitched scream ends that line of conversation. Instantly you and Pavitr are back to back, fighting stances coming naturally to you both.
“Guys! What was that?”
Your eyes track over the low roofs of the buildings surrounding the square you’re in, heart hammering in your chest.
“Yeah, that was definitely Hobie! I’ve got eyes on him now and there's something holding onto him, but I got it!”
Hobie starts yelling again, clearly being jerked around if the way his voice is cutting in and out means what you think it does.
“Bloody ‘ell it’s got my fuckin’ arm!”
Then Maid’s voice is added to the mix.
“Oh that’s just- that’s freaking disgusting.”
The question is on the tip of your tongue when you catch a glimpse of something not quite right banking the opposite corner from your teammates.
“Wait Pav.”
You point out a pair of little black boots rounding a corner, the disturbance cackling as it goes, and you and Pav are in pursuit seconds later.
“Hey guys! I think we found the main anomaly, we’re going after it now!”
The moment you and Pavitr swing past the corner you're met with the…thing? It’s already squaring up to you, that much is clear, its feet firmly planted as it stares you down from the other end of the street.
You scowl, planting your own feet even as your mind stalls.
Problem is you can’t really make sense of what you’re seeing. Subconsciously your head tilts as well, and beside you Pavitr makes a small incensed noise. There’s a lot of red but you can’t be sure if it’s blood or…or sauce(?), and there's just an absurd amount of glinting toppings stuck to the thing.
Hobie’s voice cracks through your stupor.
“H/n! You lot find the issue yet? What is it?”
“Well it’s- uh…is a-” your head tilts the other way, mouth going agape with your scowl. “Um…”
“Well spit it out already!” Over the line Hobie grunts, breathing out a curse as something presumably hits him. Maid’s higher grunt of impact follows.
Honestly there’s no good way to describe what you're looking at. You’re not even entirely convinced it isn’t a hallucination.
“It’s- it’s a…pizza?”
“Pizza? What the bloody fuck are you going on about? Pav, help me out here mate.”
Problem is Pavitr’s still just as confused as you. The boy’s so perplexed that it’s like he hasn’t even heard Hobie by the time he next speaks.
“Is that…sanitary?” Pavitr questions.
Yeah, you're kind of wondering that too. Regardless of that though - you shake your head - you still had a job to do.
Clearing your throat you straighten, projecting your voice a good couple of feet beyond you. “Who are you?”
The thing, all wet plops of itself falling to the floor and wafting garlicky scent, looks up at Pav and you slowly. You can’t tell if the two sharp points at what appears to be the top of it, even covered in a lion’s mane of fur, would be considered its shoulders or not.
It gives a hearty chuckle.
“After today - when you Spiders’ heads are skewered on the tip of my mighty spear - I’ll be the most dangerous of them all.”
TBC…
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!
Let’s say Gwen was on another mission or something and that’s why she’s not in this. Idk, I just didn’t want to write a whole bunch of characters. I’ll introduce Gwen later. I’m not very confident in everyone’s portrayal here either but I’m giving it a try so bare with me.
Also, funnily enough, I decided to name Earth-159's Spider-Woman Spider-Maid because Earth-159 in DC comics is an alt universe where Lois Lane was sent from the dying planet of Earth to Krypton (in the reverse of Clark) where she then becomes that worlds version of Superman, Supermaid. Apparently.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.
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Messaaaageeessss !!
Miles x reader lmfoa WHAT
Online dude who cant stfu and you suddenly can’t speak. [ Fluff, burning, cool reader :P]
Warning(s) - grammar mistakes, confusing writing, a lot of ‘as’ idk why I liked used as, its a safe fanfic with a ton of words and mistakes ig LOL.. Miles is still Spiderman.
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Hours after hours.
Messages after messages.
You had been woken up from another message from someone you had met from a discord server you and your friends had made for fun.
It’s been weeks since the server was created, already have been filled with hundreds of people as you felt like you had accomplished something - not having a life!
Kidding.
You took your phone into hand, putting it up til your phone opened automatically and the high brightness that had an automatic increase hit your eyes, making you wince a little.
You quickly recovered from that awful brightness that had been stuck onto your phone, now laying on your back instead of your side now.
You hopped over to instagram, checking out the next messages you had been sent over the past few minutes upon receiving them.
You read them,
M1LES_: DAWG STOP LIKING AND SAY SMTHN M1LES_: (I'm running out of things to text u)
You felt yourself smile a bit from these messages, now going ahead and typing out;
Y_OUR_NME: Do you wanna talk to me that bad?
You sent, closing your phone once again as you didn’t expect him to respond THAT quickly to your reply to his messages.
But he did, you had heard multiple dings from your phone as you checked our him spamming you the following;
M1LES_: Do
Not
Make
It
Seem
Like
That.
You chuckled at such a response as you went ahead and spammed him the same way he did.
You spent a couple of more minutes talking to him back and forth. Until he stopped sending you replies as you had been left on read.
After spamming you multiple messages at a time.
Wow, the audacity of this man.
You proceeded to do the same, spam the poor man with numerous messages until he replied to yours. And it somewhat worked - he read them, just not replied.
You rolled your eyes to the screen, annoyed at not getting him to respond to your messages as you planned your ‘devious’ plan to spam him with calls.
You then started on doing that ‘wicked’ plan of yours, spam calling him both on Discord and Instagram.
You were a master at spamming others using the calling technique? Not sure but you liked to call it a technique.
You continued doing so as you let the one on instagram ring for a while as you go ahead as grab a cup of water.
You hoped he’d decline it and finally respond to your dreadful replies, wasting sleep for him wasn’t easy because you were nearly asleep when you texted him a few minutes ago.
You settled the cup on the sink as you ended the call and started another one while you yawned, looking for some snacks to eat now that you’re downstairs.
Until you heard a certain sound coming out of your phone, hearing a voice come out of it - one you haven’t heard. Quite embarrassing to admit it took you a few seconds to realise your call had been answered.
You immediately got up from your position when you were in search for some midnight snacks. You quickly grabbed your phone as you listened to the voice.
“Y/N?” The one over the phone said, knowing your name. You froze for a moment before realising it is your friend who had answered your call.. oh dear.
You thought about it for a second, decline or not? It was a frustrating choice because you did want to hear his voice a bit more as you stayed silent.
You heard a cough from over the speaker, catching your attention as he spoke once more, “Hello?”
You now braced yourself, finally having the ugly guts to respond to him because you areee the one who called him in the first place.
“Hey,” You finally greeted back, seeming a bit nervous from the small stutter that probably wasn’t noticeable from the other side as you coughed.
You held your phone next to your face, having both hands hold your phone as you patiently waited to hear him continue talking.
“Sorry,” He apologised, “I’m kinda ..busy, right now,” He continued, chuckling weakly as you heard a small thud against the speakers of the phone.
You seemed kinda disappointed knowing that, wanting to talk more in call. You sighed, now going to say your last words before ending the call.
“Talk to you later,” He said, waiting for you to end the call as he held the phone close to him - which seemed obvious to you from the random shuffle in the audio.
“Yeah, uhm.. can we call again?” You asked hesitantly, wanting him to hear it despite it being a mumble.
Yeah, he probably have heard it since we’re in call.
“Sure,” He agreed with his voice being in such a calm manner yet so ..rushed? Before he had ended the call himself.
Sure? Sure.
Wow, not even a goodbye is crazy.
You thought, expecting a much more better response from him since he might have of been the reason why you’re staying up so late.
But he isn’t, you’re clearly the reason for not sleeping yet due to being pretty stubborn to sleep despite telling Miles you to go to sleep soon.
You aren’t, you’re waiting for his call, a message of some sort. You couldn’t erase the thought of hearing his voice once more out of your mind.
It particularly implanted as you felt your heart beat a bit faster.
And whats with all the noises in his part? Was he- was he doing that?.. No, no! Don’t think about that now. He’s the same age as you, it’d be weird - no, it’s somewhat normal..
No.. ew, yuck.
You grossed yourself out for thinking such a thing but the thuds? No, it was quite obvious he was outside - outside?! In public!? No, you’re overthinking it.
Just overthinking it? But why was he so tired? Why do you care so much?!
You’ve soon to come to a conclusion that you’re overthinking everything and that he was simply having a life outside of his phone and those noises were background noises of being hit in the stomach or what? What is this conclusion?
You closed your eyes, still downstairs and not up your bedroom as you sat on your couch thinking about that call.
Maybe you should move on, he probably did.
You stood up, walking over to your phone that you had thrown an ridiculous distance away from you.
You watched your phone light up as soon as you picked it up, showing a notification from discord as you read the user, M1LES_.
Miles.
MILES?!!
You had completely forgotten about how your phone could’ve been absolutely damaged as you instantly dropped it once again. It wasn’t a large distance from the ground but you still gasped.
You didn’t quite understand why you had a big reaction as you picked your phone back up. You looked at the notification, opening your phone
M1LES_: Yo
Y_OUR_NME: Hey
M1LES_: You still up to call?
You looked at the message for a bit more, not knowing what to say in response as you bit your lip in response.
Y_OUR_NME: Yeah
Y_OUR_NME: Sire
Y_OUR_NME: sure
You seemed pretty proud of yourself for your response, applauding yourself. Seeming a bit crazy as watched the cctv your guardian had set up turn away from you.
You looked back to your phone now, seeing the bubble stay there for a few moments as you got incredibly bored from waiting.
M1LES_: LAtr
LAtr.. that’s cute.. I guess.
Y_OUR_NME: Alr
You replied, now feeling yourself get s bit more nervous now that you got a somewhat confirmation that you’d actually.. be.. calling him.
You don’t know exactly when you’d be calling him so you tried to reduce your nervousness as you went inside your room and plopped onto your bed.
You placed your phone on the side of your face, your hand laying on top of it as you laid on your stomach.
Your face was basically implanted onto your pillow, feeling your nervousness either die down or reach a new kind of high.
Most likely a new level of high as you started to kick the air, feeling crazy since he could call you in any minute now.
You just hoped it wouldn’t be when you were about to fall asleep because you are about to fall asleep, and you hoped so badly he could just call you now.
You wanted to hear his voice, and you had no idea why you were so desperate to hear it once more.
You might be insane or you’re just someone who wants to online date a dude who has a great voice and you ridiculously haven’t seen despite being in the same city.
How weird is that.
Maybe you’re the weird one, but how to justify your weird thoughts with weird thoughts? Now you’re just speaking nonsense and you got no idea how to respond to you saying nonsense.
You were stuck in thought, rambling about nonsense while nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter played.. until the audio had slowly faded and started to ring in a ridiculously loud tune as you grabbed your phone to see M1LES_ calling.
He’s calling.
#miles x reader#miles morales x you#miles morales x reader#miles morales imagine#reader x miles#miles morales fanfic#miles morales#miles morales earth 1610#earth 1610 miles x reader#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spider verse#across the spiderverse fanfic#fanfiction#x reader#fanfic#reader fanfic#part one#i think#might be part one#hopefully people like this because I wrote this with zero sleep#i love miles morales#we’re getting somewhere#cliffhanger?#cliffhanger#Y/N#miles morales x y/n#y/n fanfic
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