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sweetyluvs · 10 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ young & dumb

Gwen Stacy x fem! reader

You’ve never truly talked to Gwen Stacy.

You both have four classes together, which is quite a bit, but you didn’t truly ever speak with her. You knew her name, what she looked like, who her best friend was— but it was difficult to not know that.

To you, she was a flustered, shy, word-sputtering, red faced mess. a socially awkward teen, which is universally known to be extraordinarily common. It was only when you thought your perception of her was wrong when you saw her conversing smoothly with a group of people.

the smile on her lips took over her whole face, the gap between her teeth visible, eyes gleaming with amusement during the time she cracked jokes. She was completely different around other people than she was with you. She didn’t profusely sweat, turn red, her tongue didn’t tie and she surely doesn’t trip on her untied shoelace’s. You wondered if she didn’t like you, maybe she didn’t want to spend a second near you— but that thought drowns down when you recall the many, many moments you’ve caught her blue eyes on you.

Staring so intensely you had felt as though she was studying you. your every feature, your movements.. it was strange, and it made you uncomfortable. you would lock eyes with her for two seconds before her face would light aflame and she would whip her head away— trying to not look back in order to avoid your eyes.

You’ve only had four “conversations” with Gwen— two of them being you asking if she’s okay after she brutally fell face smack to the floor.. it was interesting.

yet, it was the way her hues bore into you that left a strange knot the the very pit of your stomach. a strange flush of confidence— even if Gwen did not enjoy your company, it was interesting knowing she looks at you, at the very least, thirty times a day.

𓅪

the pace of the moving hallway was leisurely.

a sluggish atmosphere covered everyone, as it was Friday, the day just before a three day weekend and no one was interested in anything other than going home.

You, on the other hand, wished you had the blessing of parting from your school when the bell rang at 3:40, but you do not.

After school activities are unworth your time, and you wished you would have never agreed to participate.

A sigh escaped your mouth upon arrival of your second to last class; aka, everyone else’s last class.

Algebra.

your nemesis— a nightmare in disguise, the devil in a shape. Your hatred for Algebra outweighed any other type of emotion you have. Walking out of the classroom as the bell rings and going home is a fantasy, a petty dream.

a grumble left you after you swallowed harshly, shoving the stuck ball of nervous saliva in your mouth down your throat.

Your hand met the door handle, and you pushed it open. You knew the new seating arrangements were designated for today, so it was no surprise to see everyone in an unusual place.

the tired hues in your eyes snapped to the bored, looking over the shitty drawn classroom and the names placed next to each other.

You caught your name, and your eyes traveled to the name beside you; Gwen Stacy.

You had no quarrel with her, you had no reason to. You only hoped she didn’t laugh at your mathematical failures.

As you approached, you pursued your lips upon seeing her fiddling nervously with anything possible, trying to occupy her unoccupied hands.

You sat beside her, the chair creaking from its old age. the sound of the zipper on your backpack was drown out by the chattering of other students, you pulled out your book and placed it on the table, trying to ignore the obvious glances from the girl beside you.

The both of you sat in silence for a while, due to the math teacher always being late. The students in his class had no proof— but they swear he’s on some kind of substance due to his lack of ability to thoroughly teach his students— including yourself. You blamed him for your horrid mathematical situation, but then again, you could just be bad at it, because other students have A’s.

You saw Gwen pick at her nails, her knee bouncing up and down anxiously. You wanted to begin a possible conversation with her, but you had no clue what i would be about. Math? you wouldn’t know what you’d be speaking of.

your eyes flickered down to her notebook, it was littered with small stickers of all kinds— some of them surrounding the subject of biological science (if you’d guess). Animals, cells, Anatomy..

“is biological science something you enjoy?” before you knew it you had asked a question, tearing the awkward silence and thick air down the middle.

She froze, sweat dripping down her forehead profusely as she began sputtering her words.

“uh— yes— i mean, i guess.. it’s alright— well, yes— it is..” Her voice cracked and broke, it made you hurt for her internally.

“That’s nice. do you volunteer?” you questioned on, truly trying to dissipate the uncomfortable atmosphere.

“yes..”

“that’s really cool. biological science is difficult, you must be extremely smart.” you complimented, smiling at her although she was hiding her face with her blonde hair. She was undeniably beautiful, her eyes were bright and you liked the gap between her two front teeth, it was cute.

you eventually learned she didn’t take compliments well due to her silence.

“um.. do you have any other interests? like out of school?”

“I.. guess..”

The conversation, if it had the privilege to be called that, between you both ended when the teacher walked in, laughing boisterously, erasing what was on the board and writing an equation.

he began to explain it inefficiently, you squinted in confusion.

“and so, X equals A because C is not available as an answer.”

at this point, your eyes began fluttering shut upon the boredom of the class.

before you knew it, you were out cold.

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a repetitive tapping on your shoulder woke you up. Eyes shooting open.

“um.. you fell asleep, and class just finished.” gwen informed, a sweat drop falling down her forehead.

“oh, thank you for waking me up.” You acknowledged, yawning as you cracked your back.

“uh-um, no problem— no problem..” you caught her eyes flickering to you and away multiple times, making a strange smile fall on your lips.

Gwen was sweet, smart and cute. You think highly of her, and perhaps you should try and speak up on that.

“are you doing anything after school?” you inquire, watching her while she froze. You instantly regretted asking the questions the moment she began to stutter.

“um— no- yes, well, only for a while— not really— but.. no— I..”

She tumbled over every syllable.

“so.. no?”

“yes.”

“would you like to get a coffee downtown at the new place?” you question, tracing her side profile with your eyes.

“um.. sure..”

“wonderful! what about 4:50?”

“okay..”

You were about to say something before your name was called by a friend, catching your attention. You told them to wait a moment, turning back to Gwen.

“I’ll see you there, Gwen!” you smiled, quickly standing. Grabbing your bag you walk out the doors, sending the blonde a final look before making your way to your after school class.

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kurogxrix · 11 months

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Rust In Peace

Hobie Brown x Reader

IN WHICH a day in with your boyfriend Hobie turns into a play fight. However he often tends to forget how strong he actually is, and you suffer the consequences.

[ request ]

“That game’s rubbish, ain’t no spider movin’ like that i’m telling ya’” the deep sound of your boyfriend’s voice made you jump, nearly making you drop your controller as he appeared from seemingly nowhere. Obviously he didn't, because his dripping hair and loosely tied towel that threatened to fall off of his waist told you otherwise.

“How would you know that this is not how spiders move?” you rolled your eyes playfully at him, tone dripping with sarcasm as you turned back around to face the small TV screen.

“Ha. Ha. Funny.” Your boyfriend muttered out in a dry tone, much to your amusement. Hobie made his way towards you, both of your backs pressed comfortably against your couch as you sat on the floor. His hair dripped water everywhere, wetting your shoulder as you voiced out your complaints.

The loud sounds of your playstation probably overheating went deaf to his ears as he stared at you. His attention derived from the “Spider-Man 2” game that was currently running on the screen that you seemed so interested in. Without warning, Hobie threw an arm around you, pulling you flushed against his side as he laid his head above yours.

You paused your game immediately as you felt the wet sensation of Hobie’s hair drenching your own curls, creating a wet spot all the way down to the sleeves that covered your shoulders. The shirt wasn’t even yours in fact, the white ‘Misfits’ skull over the black fabric was evidently Hobie’s.

“God, Hobie move!” you yelled, half laughing and half serious as you tried to pry yourself out of his undying grip. Though the man only continued to pull you closer to him, this time, he pointed his hair towards you in an aim of intentionally getting you drenched. Your struggling only got the both of you shuffling along your apartment’s floor, entangling your limps with the unfortunate wires that were lying besides you both.

You could’ve sworn that Hobie had started tickling you at some point, or maybe you’d started laughing louder out of nowhere. You’d never know, Hobie just seemed to have that effect on people. He was everything that’d make a woman giggle, let alone laugh hysterically like you were right now. He was charming and a little bit tough spoken at times, two different natures that clashed together in the most attractive mix possible.

“Oh ya’ want me to move? Sure i’ll move for you sweetheart.” Before you could even register what was happening, his arms unlatched from your shoulders as you back hit the ground with a thud. You managed to save your head from hitting the floor, despite his move being unexpected. You nearly wanted to smash a vase into your boyfriend's face at the sound of his laughter, and damn did his move just declare an open war.

You sat up straight, hair chaotically out of place as you tried to puff it back to what it used to resemble. You crawled quietly towards the sofa as Hobie watched you between narrow eyes, he was no stranger to your intentions.

“I wouldn’t do that if i was you, darlin’' he spoke, but you paid no mind to it as a pillow came flying towards his face. Plainly missing him because of your shitty aim, Hobie’s expression contorted to one of amusement once more. With heavy footsteps, Hobie approached you with a near-maliciouslook in his eyes. And like a prey to a beast, you found yourself being enabled to move.

Soon enough, his large palms were at your sides. His calloused fingers slide underneath your shirt to grip at your naked skin, the rough skin of his hands itching at your own. Without a further warning, Hobie hoisted you onto his shoulders without much difficulty. You struggled in his arms, trying desperately to escape his hold despite the wide smile that occupied your features. A smile that mirrored his own.

To the open eye, it was odd to see a genuine smile gracing the man’s face. If anything, the maximum they’d receive was a cunning smirk or that sly grin of his. Though you were glad to be blessed with the ability to witness such a scene, it made you feel special - and in Hobie’s heart; you were.

Out of nowhere, you felt Hobie’s arms tighten around your middle, forcing a grunt out of you. Your blindness to the situation - given that you were literally facing the opposite side that your boyfriend currently was - made you unaware of his direction. You felt stupid for being unable to detect his route, because this was your own home. His spaced steps made it hard for you to even get a stable look at your surroundings, and unfortunately for you, you had arrived in your bedroom before you could even decipher.

He threw you rather disgracefully against your own bed, making the mattress recoil under the sheer force of his throw. Before you could even fully register things, the tall punk was hovering right atop of you. The sight of the setting sun’s orange hue hitting his dark skin was something that you’d wish to engrave in your brain forever. He was beautiful, an art piece sculpted in some sort of grungy museum itself. Though the sore sight of him made you breathless, for now you had a boyfriend to fight, so it could wait.

His hands attacked you first, finding your sore spots as he tickled you unrelentlessly. God and if you couldn’t breathe from the sight of him before, you most probably couldn’t now. With both your hands at his shoulders and feet at his waist, you attempted to push him off, but damn was he sturdy.

He wouldn’t move, stuck there like a damned plank as he continued to tickle you.

You were laughing, sure, and it was all fun and games until Hobie moved you up by the waist, the top of your head colliding painfully against your headboard. The pain was so unexpected that it took you a moment to react, simply lying there as your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath.

Then, it all hit you. The awful throbbing that came as an aftermath of the hit. The staggering tingle that it left behind as it felt like your brain was having some sort of disco party in there. Then finally came the tears that prickled in your eyes involuntarily, and the unnecessary additional pain that came with you biting your lips and you tried to stop the tears from escaping. Damn did it hurt so bad but you couldn’t even blame Hobie because you knew that it wasn’t his fault.

It came to times like this where Hobie could forget how his spider-man powers enhanced his senses, thus including his strength that was already great before.

“Shit!” he muttered, his brain circuiting ever since he’d heard the loud thud that resonated around the whole room. Hobie had already climbed off of you by now, deciding that It’d be better if he sat besides you for now. He was too ashamed to meet your eyes after that, and it'd make a damn funny scene to you if you weren’t currently suffering. He watched as you cradled your head, eyes closed shut and your jaw tense as your teeth were clanged shut together.

“ ‘M sorry love, didn't think i’d send you up this forcefully.” he apologised genuinely, making a sliver of a smile raise onto your face. It wasn’t often that Hobie did apologise, and hearing him do it now made you feel more things that you wished you did. After a couple of seconds, you felt a pair of warm hands cupping your head. One placed itself on the side of your head, grazing your hairline with his thumb. The other one settled to cradle your head from behind, pressing painfully against your injury.

If it were for anyone else’s eyes right now, they’d judge you for being frail or sensitive. But no one else in this universe apart from the bad-guys knew how painful it was to be sent back by the one and only (not really only, considering they all meet everyday) Spider-Man. Additionally, Hobie wasn’t necessarily shaped like a bodybuilder, but his rippling muscles did little to appease your hit.

“I’m really a knob, ain’t I?” Hobie tried to joke, wondering if it’s better to leave your injury alone or if he should run a hand over it once more to soothe your pain.

“You really are.” you groaned your words through, although the laughter that came with after was enough to reassure Hobie a little. Now that the worst pain had passed, you were contemplating whether killing him or killing yourself before you developed a bump the size of the moon at the back of your head.

You closed your eyes for a second, exhaling loudly as you spread your arms out widely like and angel, taking up all space on your bed.

“Here, lemme help you,” Hobie mumbled with that deep British accent that made your insides flutter. The material of his worn-out sweatpants brushed against your bare legs as he climbed over you again. You’d try to convince him to get a new pair, but he’d always hit you with some ‘consumerism’ argument. Sometimes you really wondered where he got his clothing from, but that’d be a discovery for another time.

With both of his knees firmly planted besides your hips, Hobie hovered over you carefully. He didn’t even need to be sitting across your torso to hold himself up, because being spider-man surely meant that his thighs were finely trained. Next, Hobie grabbed onto your arms, though you were reluctant to give them to him as you brought them up towards your head. Pulling your arms back down, the punk that was currently above you now looked down at you with a long face.

“Cmon love, y’know I'm not gonna hurt ya’. Unless you’re into that, then we can totally arrange something.” he flirted, as suave as usual.

You fluttered at his words, finding it harder to decipher his intentions now. Hobie grasped your timid state to his advantage, taking your wrists into his hands again. He brought them up to your torso, cross-crossing them so they laid on the opposite shoulder. You bit your lip as you tried to retain your laughter, having now caught onto his intentions. Of course, there could be no other than Hobart Brown in this universe to injure you, then put you in a cartoonish vampire pose.

“We all lay here today-“ Hobie started, his deep voice wavering as he tried to retain himself from chuckling. “to honorate the unfortunate, sorrowful, forlorn, unluck- OW!”

Hobie rubbed his arm dramatically where you had lightly slapped him, having it of listening to him sputter a bunch of synonyms and what not.

You broke character for a second, seconds after having decided to play into his childish game, you smiled at the sound of his suffering. Once your smile faded and the unseen glare that Hobie sent to you had diminished, he began again.

“As I said, the unfortunate death of my poor girlfriend. Who she, died of an injury to the head, the perpetrator is still unknown to this day! Rust in peace.” he cried out, voice full of humorous emotions. God, he was so out of his own character that it made you want to burst out laughing, but for now you had a crowd to entertain. Even if that crowd was the bits of dust that flew ‘round your room.

“I’m so sorry to disrupt your little Bram Stoker fantasy, but I'm no Dracula. Normally, dead people aren’t posed like this.” you finally opened your eyes, pupils pointing towards your torso, your weirdly placed arms being in the spotlight.

“How’d you know, you’ve never been dead?” he sassed, quirking an eyebrow up at you.

“I’ve been to a funeral or two, m’sure that I know more than you.” you rebuked, lowering your arms and untwisting them from one another to lay them upon your stomach. Where they should’ve been.

“Wow edgy,” he rolled his eyes playfully at you, a menacing grin taunting his lips. “And excuse me for my lack of knowledge, but I'm pretty sure dead people can’t talk.”

At that, you simply stared at him with your mouth agape. Like a fish out of water, he mocked your action by recreating it. You winced as you tried to slap him upon the arm again, only for you to end up digging the throbbing part of your head down into your pillow. At last, Hobie finally softened at the sign of your fact twisting in an uncomfortable expression.

You didn’t acknowledge the sound of him leaving the room, his bare feet and sense of tranquillity created a cocktail of perfect stealth as he walked off across the concrete floor. You did, however, feel the sudden sensation of his hand pulling your head up. Then came the painful press of a freezing slip upon the back of your head. It stung at first, but you knew that it’d soon come to soothe your affliction.

You sighed in relief as you felt Hobie joining you down onto the bed. His antics were funny at first, but now you were just tired. You couldn’t wait for sleep to find you, no matter how hard it has been for you recently. Your eyebags are no stranger to yourself, and Hobie is no blind man after all. His hand cradles the back of your head as he finally lies down besides you, urging you onto his chest as his other hand lays behind his head.

Even in such an intimate position, he manages to look casual. Once your head dips to his chest, you’re already half-gone as a midday slumber engulfs you into its arms. Hobie grins warmly to himself, his hand holding the ice pack softly against your head as your head goes limp from the loss of consciousness. Chuckling to himself, he allows himself to close his eyes at his turn, though sleep does not find him. Spider-Man has no time for sleep, because even off duty, he has his own matters to attend.

For now, he’s not busy saving civilians from raging monsters, or travelling throughout the spider-verse to aid other spiders. For now, his mission is to keep that damned ice pack from sliding off your head, and he’s adamant on completing his job.

i was supposed to post this like 2 days ago but each time i had to edit it i kept on falling asleep😭

#hobie brown x reader #hobart brown x reader #atspv #atsp #spider punk #spider punk x reader #hobie brown #hobart brown #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse

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roskii · 9 months

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Miguel does one nice thing and immediately regrets it

#lyla spiderverse #lyla #miguel o'hara #holofang #roskiart #spiderverse 2 #atsp

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passwordispassword · 11 months

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SPIDER NOIR I’D DIE FOR YOU !!!!

#I love him he is so cute #The best spiderman #no doubt #spider man #spiderman #across the spider-verse fanart #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #into the spider-verse #marvel #sony #spider noir #spider-noir #fanart #atspv #atsp #itspv #spider-man: across the spider-verse

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sm-baby · 10 months

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Shows you my Spidersona shows you my Spidersona shows you m

#Spidersona #Spider-widow #ATSP #spiderman across the verse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #ALSO YES I LOVE MIGUEL OHARA HE'S SO FUNNY

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c0ld0utside · 3 months

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Hi!! Can you write something for the platonic yandere Miguel O'Hara and an extremely aggressive teenage reader?

I sure can!

Yandere Miguel O’Hara with an Aggressive Teen Reader

Warnings: Violence, Miguel being Miguel, Possible OOC Miguel, Manipulation, Possessiveness, Overprotectiveness, Character Death, Kidnapping

When Miguel first recruited you, you were one of the sweetest kids he had ever met, reminding him of Gabriella. You were loud, happy, kind, funny (Actually funny by Miguel’s standards), not annoying, respectful… Best of all, you found solace in him. Like Pavitr, he had recruited you before your canon events happened. Usually, you would talk to him about whatever troubles you had- friends, schoolwork, grades, your aunt and uncle, the Daily Bugle, an annoying villain of the week,…anything.

And like he did with Gabriella, he listened. He cared. He gave you feedback and comfort. It always filled Miguel with satisfaction, you thinking over his words and nodding. It was even better when you didn’t just thank him, but hugged him as well. The first time you did that your fate was sealed.

Miguel monitors your dimension 24/7 while working on other tasks. He makes note of how things are at home with your aunt and uncle, the people you surround yourself with, and what you do when you’re not being a good student and Spider-Person. He’ll gently “push you in the right direction,” telling you that Nathan kid doesn’t sound like a good influence, that he can help you with that pesky math assignment, and that the next time things get tricky with an anomaly you should call him, not Hobie or Gwen.

Time went by and the two of you got closer and closer. You’d bring Miguel empanadas and tell him about your day. A joke your friend Norman told you. About how Eddie beat the snot out of some jerk after school behind the bleachers and you had to step in (Miguel voiced his concerns about Eddie for a good hour after that and how you should “probably” (definitely) stop hanging out with him). What Aunt May and Uncle Ben made for dinner.

You didn’t listen to Miguel, though.

You stumble into Miguel’s office, bloodied, bruised, and mask slightly ripped. Miguel doesn’t even make it off the platform- you’re suddenly rushing to him and he’s catching you in his arms. His mind is running wild. You’re hurt- you’re still bleeding, your mask- there’s a deep cut in your shoulder- you’re crying-

Miguel’s grip tightens and he forces his emotions down. “Shhh, cariño,” He whispers. “It’s okay, you’re safe. What happened to you?”

The moment you choke out the name, “Eddie,” he sighs, holding in a, “I told you so” and simply scoops you up to carry you to the infirmary.

You slowly stop hanging out with Miguel after that, focusing more on catching anomalies and your own dimension. Every time you show up to HQ you’ve changed in some way. Your suit has a new design, your tone isn’t as optimistic as it used to be, and your jokes are suddenly dark.

Miguel notices that the anomalies you bring in are always hurt in some way. It ranges from minor cuts, bruises, and scrapes, to full-on swollen eyes, deep gashes, and sometimes broken bones. To say that he’s worried is an understatement. What happened to you? Why won’t you talk to him anymore? When did you get so brutal?

The others come to him with concern. You snapped at Pavitr while getting lunch. You made a snide comment at Gwen the other day. You dislocated a Goblin variant’s arm when he was already down. Had it not been for Hobie’s quick thinking, you would’ve dropped a Kraven variant to his death.

Miguel starts coming with you on missions. He always stops you from going too far, hissing about how you could ruin a universe’s canon with your behavior. How you're going too far. The look in your eyes each time he scolds you makes his stomach hurt, but he has to do it. You drift further away from him and the others.

His worry skyrockets even more when you start coming back injured. That’s when Miguel decides enough is enough. He calls you into his office after you come back with several small tears in your suit, injuries, and an anomaly with an unrecognizable face and broken legs.

Miguel sighs your name, tone heavy with disappointment and concern. “¿Qué haces? What is it with you?” You don’t respond, fiddling with a rip on your left sleeve. “Di me, tell me what’s going on. You used to tell me everything and then you were gone. I’m scared, cariño. I’m scared that I’m going to lose you.”

"[Name], promise me you'll come back home. I can't lose you, too. "

Of course, Miguel already knows what’s happened, but he can’t let you know that he knows. He needs you to tell him, but you don’t budge. If you tell him, you won’t change for the worse. It was a 50-50 chance- you going down a dark path or getting back up again. Like every other Spiderman. Like a hero.

He says your name again, soft, pleading, parental.

“[Name],” Aunt May had whispered.

Miguel’s stunned when you snap at him. When you curse at him, telling him to fuck off and mind his own business. Telling him that you’re not Gabby and that you don't want to be some replacement. That he's not your father or your guardian or anything and he never will be.

Miguel processes with a wounded expression. His sadness and shock turn into anger, and then snaps at you.

“Don’t you ever speak to me that way again, understood?” Miguel snarls. “I can’t believe you. I can’t- you- you know what? Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re not going on any missions, nor are you leaving your room until you tell me what the Hell is going on with you.” You refuse and start to walk away, only for Miguel to pull you towards him harshly and bite down on your shoulder, venom taking effect automatically.

“I’m not losing you,” Miguel murmurs, adding a soft apology as he starts to walk.

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Miguel keeps you locked up in the guest room of his apartment. The windows are bolted shut and he was smart enough to remove anything you could use to break the glass. You’ve tried punching and kicking, but that never worked. Miguel always checked up on you. Sometimes even spent the night when he knew you needed company.

It was frustrating, the way he told you that it was all for your own good and that if you’d just talk to him he’d let you go outside. … With supervision, of course. He brings you snacks and your favorite food. Even dessert if you’re behaving. He’ll tell you that the others miss you- that he misses you. He misses the way things used to be.

It’s frustrating how you rely on him for everything now and you have no emotional outlet aside from talking to him.

So you set your frustrations on your pillows and mattress instead.

When Miguel gets back and enters your room, he takes in the mess and sighs. “If you wanted to sleep over, you could’ve asked, cariño. Remember when you used to ask me all the time if you could?”

Can the old you come back to him, please? Even if it’s just a little bit? Can you just trust him with everything again?

Will you ever trust him again?

You still refuse to tell him what happened. How Eddie became a symbiote’s host. How Norman became your universe’s Green Goblin. About your Uncle Ben getting shot. About your Aunt May getting killed in the crossfire of a fight between you and the Green Goblin. About Jameson firing you and how you got kicked out of school since no one was able to pay your tuition fee (Which Miguel would have done if it wouldn’t have possibly disrupted your canon).

How you didn’t want to bother him with your issues. How you couldn’t see any positives like you used to. How you wished the two of you could hang out at his apartment, have some deep conversation, and become official found family.

You threw that fantasy in the trash, but the can hasn’t been emptied just yet.

Because Miguel was always there for you. And he’s here for you now.

You just need to let him back in.

“…Miguel?”

"Yes, mi cariño?"

Nah because how can every Spiderman go through so much angst and somehow not be even more fucked up than Miguel? Especially the younger ones?

Hope it was to your liking, I really liked this request!

Criticism is welcome, you look lovely today, and remember to take care of yourself!

#yandere #platonic #Miguel O'Hara #Yandere Miguel O'Hara #Platonic Miguel O'Hara #yandere dad #yandere imagines #atsp #yandere atsp #platonic atsp #platonic yandere atsp #yandad #yandere imagine #across the spiderverse #yandere spiderverse

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sorrelpaws · 11 months

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yayy miguel ft a bunch of little twinkles woo yippepepepep

#spider-man: across the spider-verse #atsp #miguel o'hara #spiderverse

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genuineapoptosis · 11 months

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Eyes on you (Sub! Obsessive! Miguel O'Hara)

Characters: Obsessive! Sub!Miguel O'Hara x Nb!Reader

Themes: sub/dom dynamic, stalking, masturbation, guilt

Lenght: ficlet

Could've made it more fucked up. Maybe part 2 idk

It's always the ones that portray themselves as superiors that end up being the most sick. Though, for the most part, they do not happen to be aware of it. Unfortunately for him, with Miguel O'Hara, this simply wasn't the case.

Perhaps it was because his descent was so gradual. That with every single step he took, he knew he was doing it willingly. He knew his actions were strange and he knew his behavior should never be shown to the world. So, for the longest time, he tried to rationalise it. Over and over and over again. And after he could do it no longer, he was too far gone not to accept it.

It started off slow. It always does. You had joined the spiders. He took interest in you. Workspace crushes are nothing new, after all. Wanting to spend more and more time in your vicinity was a normal action in such a state.

Of course, that lead to your promotion quite early upon your enrollment. But you were good at what you did. Ungodly good. So nobody would even think it was caused by ulterior motives, when you had yet to have an unsuccessful mission for the two months you had been with them.

Perhaps that was one of the first reasons he liked you. You worked hard and then fucked off. No lingering, no afterwork chats. You'd do what was required, and then simply disappear. An air of mystery around you.

It drove him mad.

Soon enough he started holding meetings. Standard thing in such a field of work. He'd go over the organization, schedules, tech updates, and the likes with you and other higher ranking individuals. For the most part a tedious, yet expected thing.

Not to him though. To him, those were the few rare occasions outside of missions where you'd actively engage with everybody. But most importantly, you'd actively engage with him. And he was so very thankful for that.

He very much loved the sound of your voice. They way you spoke had a certain ring to it that he couldn't get enough of. He'd run your words through his head on repeat when on his own. Every time you had used his name. Every time you laughed. Though none of it was as good as the real thing.

Slowly, the meetings became more frequent. With fewer and fewer members invited. Until it was just the two of you. Everyone had accepted the fact that you had simply become his right-hand man. And for the time being, they had yet to have a reason to think otherwise.

You'd gotten closer to him than you were expecting. Perhaps that was because he was one of the few people you worked with whom you didn't find bothersome. It was very apparent how exhausted he was menaging everything on his very own. The least you could do is provide your help. And besides, you did enjoy holding power over other people that you wouldn't have without his apparent devotion to you.

On his part, that same feeling was amplified. He was alone with you for hours on end. So close to you yet not enough. Everything you did made his heart speed up. The smell of your perfume. The look in your eyes when you were deep in thought. Oh, and how he loved it when you'd take care of anyone trying to interrupt. Having them end up looking like a small child as they leave the two of you alone once more. How that sort of state came so naturally to your being. As if you simply demanded control just by existing.

He needed to know more about you. About your history, about your interests. Though, that was a normal thing. After all, he wanted to be able to hold better conversations with you. What other way is there to it, than to try and know every last thing about your being?

He starting going into your files. What you had done in your universe. Why you were such a force of nature in combat. Oh but how it made his stomach turn when he had gotten to your past lovers.

God, they were all so revolting and useless. Nothing compared to you. You shouldn't date someone so below your league! You shouldn't date someone so worthless! You should date someone made for you. You should date someone like-!

He was surprised by his own resolve. He has yet to crack.

You were analyzing data from one of the more recent multiverse anomalies. Calling him over the give him the watch from a spider who had gone MIA. Looking at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours as you explained the situation. None of the actual words entering his mind, just the sound of your voice. Handing it to him, you had let your hands touch his.

Fuck...

He turned around immediately, trying to hide how disgustingly hard he was just from that single touch.

You were to be excused. Immediately.

Unaware of his current state, you had simply left the quarters. Knowing his usual temper, you had assumed he just had one of his episodes after they lost one of their men due to incompetence.

If only.

No. No, this was no good. Up until now, he could deny his feelings. But now he had such apparent evidence.

He should be better than this. He should act accordingly. Not get aroused by your mere touch.

But it was so gentle.

You were always so gentle with him. So helpful and patient. Yet you didn't want him. If you did, you wouldn't have left. If you did, you'd spend time with him outside of meetings. If you did, you'd see right through his facade.

He had to be satisfied with just your smell, your laugh, your distant presence. But it wasn't enough. How ever could it be enough?

When he wanted you to wrap those tender fingers around his throat. When he wanted you to tell him how you knew everything.

He began palming at himself through his suit. Thinking about you ridiculing him for being a stalker. For the way he isolated you from everyone just so he could have you for himself. He was pathetic. He wanted you to tell him that.

Just use him up any way you'd want. He wouldn't mind. He deserved it. Sink your teeth into his flesh, leave marks deep enough to bleed. Hurt him or humiliate him. It wouldn't matter. As long as he gets what he deserves.

He pictured the way you'd look while fucking him. Those same eyes focused on him, now filled with a different sort of spark. You'd tell him what the others would think if they were to see him like this. A pathetic mess unable to string words together. Getting railed until he can't function anymore.

He was close. He needed it so bad. Why won't you give it to him? Why won't you show pitty on him? Hasn't he earned it?

He'll do anything.

Just fuck him.

He came into his suit. Shame overflowing him as he did so.

He left immediately. And if he were any better, he'd act as if none of this ever happened.

But he wouldn't be able to. Not when it felt so good cumming to the thought of you.

He already had plans for tonight.

#my writing #sub!miguel o'hara #sub miguel o'hara #dom reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #atsp

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redskull199987 · 11 months

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Homecoming

Hobie Brown x female!reader

Word count:1.7k

Warnings:slightly getting hurt, some nudity, but it's fluffy in general

Summary: atsp!spoilers, this sets place before the major events of atsp, but it still features some things from the movie, so spoiler warning to be sure.

You were the one and only Spider-Woman in your dimension for about three years, when you met him. Hobie Brown. It didn't take long for you to join the Spider Society. And it took even less time for you and Hobie to fall in love…

Masterlist

Today was probably the worst day, you had in weeks. It felt like everything that could possibly go wrong, eventually went wrong.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Go in, get the villian, get out. But obviously, it didn't work out that way.

Miguel had teamed you up with Gwen and Pav today. Not that you minded, but you usually went on missions with Hobie, so it felt unusual.

Nevertheless, everything went perfectly fine, until you were supposed to leave the universe to get the villian to the HQ.

You had no idea why and Miguel had yet to figure it out, but your watch malfunctioned and send you on a journey through several universes, you weren't supposed to visit. It took the entire day and finally after fighting off one too many villians, that weren't yours, Miguel finally got to you, stopping you from helplessly traveling around.

After you and Miguel returned to the HQ, Pav and Gwen immediately went to apologize to you, while latching onto your arm, pulling you to the infirmary. You told them over and over again, that it was not their fault, but you knew your friends. They were always worried. That's what friends are there for after all, you thought to yourself, as the nurse inspected your wounds.

Fortunately they weren't that serious. You just had a laceration on your head from a pretty nasty fight with a Doc Ock variant and some scrapes and bruises here and there from the day of running around random universes.

"We're really sorry, Y/N", Gwen mumbled and petted your shoulder, as your wound was being cleaned.

"It alright, Gwen. Don't worry, you guys", you smiled and nudged Pav slightly. The boy was sitting next to you, leaning his head against your shoulder. He was yours and Hobie's best friend here by far. Sometimes it felt like you two had adopted him.

Instead of trying to talk to him, you just ruffled his hair and smiled at him. That seemed to lift his spirits at least a little bit.

"Should we take you home?", he offered, as you were finally dismissed, a bandage adorning your head now.

"Nah, I'm staying over at Hobie's tonight, so don't worry.", you smiled, promising the two of them that you were fine.

You were about to say your goodbyes as you saw the pained look on Gwen's face. It took you a minute, but then you realized that she probably didn't have anywhere to stay for the night. She couldn't return to her universe and she didn't want to disturb you and Hobie.

"Hey Gwen", You said and as you hugged her, you pushed the keys for your apartment into her hands, "You can crash at mine today, if you want."

She smiled thankfully and hugged you once more, much tighter this time.

"Thanks", she mumbled into your shoulder.

You only petted her back:"Of course. Oh and, leftovers are in the refrigerator if you get hungry."

"I really appreciate it, Y/N", Gwen said once more before finally opening a portal to your world and stepping through it, waving one last time at you and Pav before she finally disappeared.

"And you're sure, you'll be fine?", Pav asked, as you hugged him now too.

You only chuckled:"I'm fine, don't worry."

He nodded understandingly:"Say hy to Hobie from me."

"Will do", you laughed and waved at him as he left to his world.

You Were alone now. The HQ was pretty much empty at this time of the day. The only light you could still see came from Miguel's office. He practically never left. You debated for a second, if you should go to him and thank him again, but you decided against it. Your aching muscles screaming for a bed.

Finally pulling your eyes of off Miguels office, you looked at your watch and hoped that it wouldn't malfunction again. You cautiously tapped in the code for Hobie's universe and after a few seconds, a portal opened in front of you.

"Here goes nothing", you mumbled to yourself, pulling your mask back over your head and stepping through the portal.

You didn't even realized that you had closed your eyes, until you opened them again. Much to your liking, you were greeted by the familiar city of London, adorned by various street arts, you had grown to love over the months.

You breathed in the cold night air, as you made your way through the city, swinging from building to building. You heard the sirens of the police and thought about stepping in whatever fight was going on, but for once in your life, you just wanted to get home.

After a couple of minutes of more swinging around, you finally reached Hobie's apartment. And in typical Spidey Manner, you entered through his bedroom window. His room was shrouded in darkness , but you could see light coming from the bathroom.

"Hobie!?", you called out for him, as you stumbled over to his bed, flopping down shamelessly.

"Babe?", you saw his head peeking out from the bathroom, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. As soon as he saw you, he discarded it and made his way over to you.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?", he asked, seemingly worried, "Gwen told me about what happened but I couldn't come help you, I was on a mission with Peter B."

You finally sat up, pulling your mask down, but before Hobie could panic about the bandage on your forehead, you assured him, that it was fine.

"Don't worry", you mumbled, "I'm fine, just tired."

"C'mon", he smiled and nudged your shoulder, as he stood up again. You slowly followed him to the bathroom.

You squinted your eyes at the bright light, leaning your head against Hobie's shoulder.

"Pav says hy", you mumbled, as he helped you peel out of your suit.

Hobie chuckled, knowing that your friend would've found a way to greet him, even if they didn't see each other today.

"Of course, he did", Hobie grinned, as you had finally made it out of your suit.

"Wanna take a shower?", he asked.

"You joining me?", you smirked, a bit of your cheekiness returning now that you were reunited with your boyfriend.

"If you ask like that, my love", Hobie smiled, turning the shower on and discarding his t-shirt and sweats on the floor. You watched as he stopped under the steaming water, letting it run over his head with a sigh.

It didn't take you long to join him. You leaned into him, as the water ran down your body.

"Your bandage", Hobie smiled, pointing at the soaked gauze on your head.

"Can probably take it off now anyway", you muttered.

"Here, Let me-", Hobie mumbled, carefully taking it off for you and throwing it out of the shower, perfectly hitting the trash can thanks to his spider senses.

"Thanks", you mumbled, lifting your arms around his neck. You softly kissed him on the cheek, feeling Hobie's hands rise to rest on your waist.

"I missed you today", Hobie mumbled, as he rested his chin on top of your head, starting to slowly sway to a non existent tune.

"Missed you too", you agreed, burying your head even deeper in his shoulder.

You heard him chuckle at your antics and he lightly pulled back to look at you. You had barely time to say anything, as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. You sighed contently. Finally feeling his lips on yours again, made the whole day suddenly seem worth it.

Almost out of breath, you finally parted. You only looked up at Hobie and smiled. He had a dreamy expression on his face. Like he was in heaven. Something that you rarely saw.

"Let's go to sleep", you said, pecking his lips one more time, before turning the shower off and stepping out.

You almost instantly felt a shiver run down your neck at the cold air, but Hobie came to safe you, wrapping a towel around you from behind.

"Thanks", you smiled, drying yourself.

After finishing your evening routine and getting into comfortable clothes, Hobie had of course given you some of his, you finally found yourself in his bed, snuggling up to each other. Both of your suits Were discarded on the floor, Hobie's guitar was standing at the other end of the room and for once in a while, you felt like a normal human being.

"I love you", you mumbled into Hobie's chest, as he hugged you tightly.

"Love ya too, Hun", Hobie smiled and softly kissed the top of your head, "Now sleep, you deserve it."

You wanted to complain, but your tired eyes voted against it, so you only got comfortable, pulling Hobie even closer to you and it didn't take you long before you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, Hobie not taking long before doing the same.

Bonus:

As you woke up, you were confused, as to why you didn't find Hobie next to you. It took you a few minutes, for your body to completely wake up, before you realized that you were laying on the floor. You sat up, looking around confused. You couldn't help but giggle, as you spotted the culprit, who had pushed you off of the bed.

You saw Hobie laying in the bed, his arms and legs spread out like he was a seastar, snoring softly. His pillow was laying next to you on the floor, the blanket barely covering him still.

With a small grunt, you pushed yourself up, but instead of going to the couch in the living room or starting to make breakfast, you simply laid down on top of Hobie. He shuffled for a second, but eventually pulled your body closer. You nuzzled your head back into his shoulder, enjoying the slow morning with your boyfriend.

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clownsphysics · 11 months

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I don't think he likes being a therapist guys

#He's tired of hearing everyone cru about their dead uncle #If u want to be spiderman your uncle has to die apparently #Spiderverse #spiderman #therapist spiderman #atsp #art #digital arwork #fanart #i'm going insane #i want to see the movie NOW #Autism is kicking in #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse 2 #spiderverse fanart #spiderverse meme #i hate being a therapist

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acidicbarkbeast · 11 months

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herm?

#fanart #across the spiderverse #atsp #atsp spot #the spot #johnathon ohnn #barkbeastworks

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thatoneapollokidevan · 11 months

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He gives me ”drinking blue and red slushies and make out until your tongues turn purple” vibes

#hobie brown x reader #atsp #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #x yn

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kurogxrix · 11 months

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hey! can i request some romantic headcanons for Gwen with a gender neutral? thank you sm :)

Gwen’s the type of lover that’s very closed off and reserved at the start of your relationship.

She’s a closed shell, hard to come by since she’s scared to lose you after what happened to Peter.

Even though it’s obvious that she’s hiding and keeping things from you, you refuse to give up on Gwen. She’s your girlfriend, and you believe that one day she’ll come around.

After a while, Gwen realizes that you’re not going anywhere. So she allows herself to open up to you, little by little.

She’ll definitely swing by as spiderwoman at night to leave little gifts by your window sill.

Her gifts are as cute as little wild flower bouquets that she made herself to random trinkets, but they’re a little weird to you at first because you don’t really know who’s leaving them there.

Don’t think she’s much of a fan of PDA, not even privately at the start of your relationship.

Once she gets comfortable though, she’s totally down for kisses and cuddling behind closed doors.

Once her spidey-secret is out the window, Gwen is somewhat shocked when you take it calmly.

You defo beg her to take you swinging on nights where she has no patrolling to do, and with an overexaggerated eye-roll from her, she finally brings you.

She was annoyed at first, and a little worried that she’d have to drop you somewhere random in case a villain did some unexpected entrance. Though she softened at the sound of you laughter as you both soared through the cool city air.

You know that she has a lot of frustration and anger to let off, so after the (many) times where she had come back from band practice still all wound up, you become her personal therapist.

Gwen defo snaps a you a couple of times when you both are having random little arguements. Though she’s quick to feel guilty and apologizes, she reminds you everytime how sorry she is for snapping and how much you mean to her.

Poor girl she’s just going through a lot.

Though you understand and never get too worked up when she raises her voice slightly.

When Gwen introduced you to her father, he was so happy that she had finally made a friend (little did he know).

Sometimes your dates can vary from having you laying all comfortably on her bed, earplugs in your ears as she blares a piece on her drum set.

Sometimes it could be having her (much reluctantly again) swinging you both to some abandoned building to explore.

She’ll defo use her spider powers to her advantage to try and scare you, and it works every time.

Sometimes your dates can be something as simple as sitting on the edge of her apartment roof, sharing a greasy meal together while she recalls her day as spider woman.

One day you wanted to try that corny upside-down spiderman kiss that you had seen in one of your comics. She groaned at the idea, but nevertheless agreed because you seemed so excited about it, plus it gave her an excuse to kiss you more.

So there she was, hanging upside down by your window as you lifted her mask up to kiss her like MJ had done with peter.

She defo ‘messes up’ her stance a couple of times whilst telling you that you gotta start all over again, just to get you to kiss her again.

Gwen trusts you with her entire life, you’re her partner, her lover. And even though she doesn’t show it all the time, she loves you more than her words can describe.

they’re rlly random but i hope you like them anon 😭🫶🏽

#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #gwendolyn stacy #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsp #across the spiderverse #spiderman #marvel #spider gwen #spider ghost #ghost spider

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