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bogwitchmediaconsumption · 3 months

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the Catch-Up post (tm)

would it really be me doing this if i didn't commit to doing something regularly and then go MIA for months at a time? i have obviously not stopped watching and reading things though, so time to fill in all of the things since whatever i talked about last. i actually did keep a pretty meticulous list, so this is all of the stuff i'm pretty sure. ok so here we go!

Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake Season 1 (despite it being the first thing on this list, i'm actually writing this "review" last. i don't know why, but it feels like i've got a real duty to this one because it was special to me. i loved this. it was so much fun, it was so interesting and incredible and kinda exactly what I wanted it to be. the songs were great, the episodes were hilarious and devastating, the ends of it all were really great. the characters were great, i can go on forever. I also think it's not perfect. small decisions i don't like, some tropes/ideas in it that i don't love[see the season 11 review down below for an example]. idk it wasn't perfect but i really really loved what it was and i'm very excited[and also a little skeptical to be honest] about the new season. this somehow sounds like i have no enthusiasm for it whatsoever. oh well, i care about it. source: just trust me.)

A Fistful of Dollars(why are guns in westerns so phallic what's going on with that. like dudes just runnin' their hand over their guns getting real sweaty staring into each other eyes. you sure you don't wanna be reaching for his gun sir. are you sure sir.)

Batman: Under the Red Hood(movie) (it's very good! at times it did feel a bit like jason and bruce were vessels for the moral conflict at the center of the story rather than characters within that story, but it was very good and enjoyable.)

Adventure Time: Season 11(THIS. THIS is the good stuff. a GREAT way to pick up after come along with me. the way that it reinforces marcy and PB's relationship while still commenting on their immortality[i'm so sorry, but the "together in every universe" thing is not really my favorite so it was very nice to see this after fionna and cake], the way it treats BMO as non-binary/genderqueer in some way is so fun, the way that it expands on finn as a character in the last two issues, gives minerva time on screen, develops an interesting conflict, all the interpersonal interactions. it's just so fucking good. LOVED this absolutely loved it.)

Adventure Time: Marcy & Simon(it's a neat story, but i feel like it gets held back because it doesn't know what it wants to be. the plot of the story revolves entirely around simon, but the emotional core of the story revolves around marcy. which doesn't sound contradictory, but the threat of the story revolves around simon turning back into the ice king and the reader is supposed to be really upset about it because marcy's gonna lose her dad again[which is totally fair] but after watching fionna and cake it just feels a bit hollow that marcy losing her dad again is the emotional driving force of the comic. simon was just a insane freak for 1000 years, surely he has some feelings about that, right?)

Adventure Time: Playing with Fire(i was really hoping that this was going to be a deeper sort of dive into finn and FP's relationship because the show only gave them a few episodes together outside of their getting together and their break up. it was not that. it's a cute little story for what it is, but it's not really anything special.

Death on the Nile(Kenneth Branagh Movie Version) [idk what everyone's got against Kenneth's Poirot, but he's killing it from the two movies I've seen so far. really beautifully shot, the plot and story moves along really well, and the ending had us GAGGED. so good. want to read the books now.)

The Mothman Prophecies (there's like. not even any mothman. what the fuck guys. the rest of the movie is weird and not very good. but what's up with the no mothman. literally named the movie after him, he's in one shot. come on now.)

The Sword and the Scoob(the beginning is agonizing, but the rest of it is funny and enjoyable. not incredible still, but hey.

The Saga of King Hrolf Kraki(an old northern european epic poem. it's hilarious, it's weird, it's good, it follows like 30 characters over 100 years. check it out if you like other epic poems/classic high fantasy stuff.)

Hero (this movie is fucking cracked out and it's incredible. they're flying around on walls and fighting and everything. it's so fun. the story telling devices are also very interesting. the use of color is super cool. also, apparently not very true to history.)

Book Lovers (i've read emily henry's other books, but this one did not impress. the main characters whose names i can no longer remember spend the whole book avoiding their emotional problems and then just have a happy ending fall in their lap at the end. they don't work to make that happen, don't really feel like they face their feelings about anything. it's just pages and pages of avoiding everything.)

The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blanc-Sec (this movie was boring. and it made not a lot of sense. but the mummies. they were incredible.)

The Heart Sellers (theatre show i went to see! tbh i don't remember a whole ton about it but it was funny and also emotional and i'd recommend it but i think the lack of emotional memory of it does say something)

The Owl House Season 1 (it's really cute[plus points for some gay, always a good time]! it feels very children's show in this season, which sounds dumb to say because it IS a kid's show, but every episode feels like it has a very obvious moral and structure despite the episodes being really fun. until the season finale hits. then it gets so real so fast.

Invincible Compendium 1(tbh i would probably struggle to comment on this part of invincible right now because i have read like 30 more issues by now and i cannot remember what is in this collection and what is in the second. so instead, i will say this. it's an interesting story that likes to take a more paranoid and pessimistic attitude to a typically upbeat genre. saving the day and stopping the criminal usually ends up in a lot of problems for mark, and the reappearance of supervillains and failures along the way begin to wear him down. i don't think it's the best superhero story ever, or even the most "real", but it is genuinely interesting and engaging.)

Mary Shelley's Frankenstein(movie) [it's an interesting retelling of frankenstein if you're looking for an adaptation that takes SOME liberties but not too too many. it's interesting, but it's not super great beyond that.]

Pikmin 4 (i LOVE pikmin and i LOVED this game it's so cute and fun and I love getting my little creatures and oh boy oh man this game rocks.)

Heartstopper Volume 5 (got it on the day it came out! after forgetting it was coming out... it's really good, maintains a healthy mix of fluffy moments and real character drama, and it's full of great little details and might be my favorite volume yet. it's really really good. the art remains really stellar as well, actually so good.)

The Owl House Season 2(the one where shit gets real. this season is a fucking banger from start to finish. the characters and interesting and fleshed out, the conflict is complex, the world is so interesting and it's all so cool and nice looking and emotional and OH MY GOD it just rocks so hard. i'm really nervous to watch the final season because i just KNOW some shits gonna go down but i absolutely will because this show is so good.)

Doctor Who and the Daleks (the movie not the serial) (one of the peter cushing ones! it's fun and kinda interesting, but mostly as an adaptation of the serial from the show. it's not really better than the show in any way, aside from the fact that i like the way susan is written a little more in this version. the color is neat too! but watch the original story first.)

X-Men: Days of Future Past(comic) [ok so i read this big compiled version that that days of future past, days of future present, days of future yet to come, and this like wolverine prequel thing. in a big surprise to me, i think days of future yet to come was my favorite. days of future present was also really good, and days of future past is a classic but the way that they return to the future to try and save the people who rewriting the timeline didn't save, to save ALL mutantkind from the sentinels of this universe. it's really sick actually. also the wolverine prequel is fine. it's not a bad story, but having it set in the future past universe doesn't really give the story anything aside from a little general flavor.)

Ultimate Spider-Man #1(the new one! it's looking SO promising, and the fact that it seems like it's going to be a semi-limited series is really nice to hear because it's the first storyline i'm picking up as single issues as they come out. adult peter is great, the characters and different universe are exciting, green goblin is looking interesting, as long as they don't ruin peter's life for the 59th time, i'm looking forward to the next issue!)

Superman Vs. Meshi Volume 1(i knew the premise, the style, a lot of things about this manga before going in. it was still surprising and ridiculously silly and funny and weird and really worth checking out. super funny and charming.)

Monty Python & the Holy Grail(ridiculous. it was very funny and clearly a touchstone for self-referential and meta humor for other things down the road. wasn't quite as funny as is rumoured though, maybe because its jokes are so frequently referenced and i've seen some of the clips before.)

invincible compendium 2(i've been writing like 3 sentences and then clicking off this draft for so long that i accidentally read like 30 more issues of invincible. my thoughts on it are pretty much the same as i wrote for compendium 1(go figure) but yeah i'm really enjoying it. won't discuss the story or anything because the show is coming out now though)

also i don't wanna put in pictures because it's 2am and i'm being lazy and i just wanna have finally posted this so wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#medialist #hey sorry in advance if my reviews are being annoying and getting in the way of what you're actually looking for #cause i know this is gonna be tagged with like thirty different fandoms #movies #comics #batman #spiderman #doctor who #invincible #x men #the owl house #adventure time #uuuhhhh #pikmin #heartstopper #idk there's probably more #if you made it this far into the tags i hope you're having a lovely day

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astroboots · 10 months

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Every You Every Me #Issue 5

COLLABORATED WITH @thirstworldproblemss

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You finally catch Spiderman in your bed and try to get answers to the many many questions you have.

Word count: 3,200 words.

Content: Awkward one bed shenanigans, teensy bits of angst

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You wake to the glare of the morning sun spilling through the curtains.

Your first waking thought is that it. is. so. bright. God, why is it so fucking bright.

Your second thought is that you need to pee.

There is no third. Because your bladder is killing you.

There's just one not-so-small problem, and he's lying on top of you, in the same position he fell asleep in last night. Wrapped all around you, clinging on like you're a soft comfort blankie he refused to be weaned off of.

It's not... unpleasant, exactly (your need to pee aside).

For such a large man, being trapped underneath him is more comfortable than you might have expected. He's heavy, sure, but the pressure feels more like a weighted blanket with the way he's draped across your body, arms curled around your waist and back.

It helps that the sheer size disparity means that you're too small of a surface area for his whole body to cover and most of his weight rests on the mattress.

Rather than suffocating, it’s almost… cozy.

It must be really early in the morning, because your room is nearly silent. You can’t hear the familiar New York traffic. The noise of honking cars, angry shouting people and screaming cop sirens outside of your window. Instead, in the quiet of the morning the only noise you hear is the sound of his soft snoring against your collarbone.

Before today, you never knew superheroes snore. It’s not the sort of mundane thing you ever think about superheroes doing.

You stare up at him for a minute, soft skin and long lashes fluttering across his cheeks, marveling that he looks so... human.

Which of course he does. The observation shouldn’t really surprise you. For all the fantastical mythos that surrounds them, at the end of the day, most superheroes are human beings.

…Unless you're talking about Thor, of course, who’s an actual Viking God. And maybe not Hulk either, because... well... look at him. He’s all green and roided out, you don’t know what he is but he’s certainly not human. And then there’s– Okay, you know what, now that you actually think about it, a lot of superheroes are not human at all.

Maybe that’s why last night took you so much by surprise. You always thought they were invincible. You’d never guess that a slice of coffee cake could bring one down, collapsing as easily like a poorly built house of cards.

Even more surprised when he’d held onto you, pleading for you to stay.

When you see the Avengers plastered on the front cover of every newspaper, they look larger than life. When you see Captain America and his star-spangled shield sparkling in the centerfold of the Times, you never really stop to consider, what’s he like when the mask comes off.

In some abstract way, you were aware that superheroes have lives beyond just superheroing. You just never thought about the fact that a lot of them probably have families at home that they worry about. Friends that they care for. People they miss.

Nena

He'd said.

The person he mistook you for last night.

Something squeezes uncomfortably tight in your chest just remembering the tone in his voice when he said it.

Something is going on here. It's clear to you now even more so than before, that this man doesn’t just keep saving you out of sheer coincidence. There’s a mystery here that’s all tied together in an interconnected web somehow and you're pretty sure it has to do with this Nena person. She is most likely the answer to why your whole life has been upended in the last few months.

You need to find out what is going on and now that he's physically here, right in front of you, as soon as he wakes you can finally ask him and get some answers that are long overdue.

You just really need to fucking pee first.

Gingerly, you wedge an arm between your chest and his. You attempt to slowly and carefully pry open the stranglehold he has on you, hoping to scoot up and out of his arms.

He grunts in reply, still soundly asleep, and his arms tighten their hold on you, pulling you back into him as he burrows his face into your chest.

"Five more minutes," he grumbles, voice raspy with sleep. "Nena, it's too early."

There it is again, that nickname. You freeze, holding as still as possible, feeling your heart skip a beat at the tone of his voice as he said it. It’s said with so much fondness and hints at so much familiarity each time he has said it.

You don't know what you're meant to do in this situation. Except you clearly can’t let him go on thinking you’re… whoever it is that he thinks you are for much longer.

There are the muddy moral implications of allowing this to go on any further after all, considering that the man probably has no idea where he is after you practically roofied him with baked goods.

You also still really need to go pee already.

He shifts against you, one thick, heavy thigh wrapping over your leg and pulling you in further before coming to a rest directly on top of your bladder. Okay, fuck, you take back what you said about this not being unpleasant. This is really, really unpleasant.

You need him to get up now.

Forcing your hand free, you reach up to give him a polite tap on the shoulder. When polite doesn’t get you any results, you do it harder, three successive taps, and he still doesn’t even stir. You keep tapping, progressively harder until you’re punching him hard enough that any normal person would be yelping in pain and begging you to stop.

He groans once, arms shifting to secure his hold on you. For a moment you think he’s going to ask for another ‘five minutes,’ but then the whole of his body goes stiff, every muscle suddenly rigid with tension. A suspended silence permeates the space, and you find yourself holding your breath unsure of what to do next. The silence is broken by the sound of your bedsheets shifting, and you feel the firm hold around your waist ease off, his arms and legs retreating from your body.

He's up and out of bed in one smooth move, almost faster than you can follow. By the time you struggle upright in bed (much less gracefully) he's already standing a few feet away, hands fisted at his sides.

“Sorry,” he says, looking at you and then off to the side like he can’t quite bring himself to meet your eyes, a bright flush burning high on his cheeks, “I… uh… I thought you were someone else."

His hulking frame towers over your bed, but he’s acting like a sulky, embarrassed little boy. The contrast should be absurd, but instead you find it… strangely endearing. Apparently even a high and mighty superhero can be brought low by an awkward situation, just like everyone else.

"It's okay. You didn't... um... do anything weird or anything," you say, trying to reassure him, but you can't concentrate on your words when your bladder is screaming bloody murder, "Look, can you give me a second? Just– shit. Just stay right there, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!" you admonish him, throwing the words over your shoulder as you rush past him and into the bathroom

You nearly break your tailbone with how fast you sit down on the toilet seat, hoping to get your business done as quickly as possible and praying the whole 15 seconds that you’re gone that he won’t make a break for it and still be there when you get back.

Thankfully, when you nearly tear the bathroom door from its hinges, he is.

The first sight that greets you is his broad and defined back framed by the amber light pouring in from your window frame. It makes for a dramatic image. Golden and majestic, he seems to occupy half the space in your tiny apartment as he stands turned away from you, apparently taking in the view from your one and only window.

The first thing he says to you as he opens your mouth is not, ‘good morning.’ There's no ‘sorry for almost drunkenly smothering you to death last night,’ ‘how did you sleep with my hulk sized body on top of you’ or even a 'thanks for letting me sleep on your bed.'

No. Rude, knock off, maybe-vampire Spiderman, who still hasn't told you his name, slowly turns back towards you and takes one look at your face. Then he says, "I have to go."

Which, of course that’s what he’d say and do. Of course. You’re nearly growling with frustration as you run up to him.

"Wait!" you shout, darting around to block his path as you try to lead him back further into your apartment. "Do you want some breakfast?"

You still don't know him very well yet, but your few interactions so far have shown you that the way to break through his grumpy defenses is through his stomach.

"I can fix you up something. I’ve got some eggs in the fridge, and I can do scrambled or fried. Maybe over-easy, though I sometimes mess up the timing.”

You’re rambling on purpose. Speaking as fast as you can, as you continue to pull him towards your kitchen. You’re making sure he can’t get a word in edgewise, so that he doesn’t have a chance to protest before the food is in his stomach, and by then he’ll surely eat the whole thing before he starts getting sassy with you again. By then you’ll hopefully be able to sneak in one or two questions between mouthfuls.

He shakes his head, "No, I–I have to go... I wasn't supposed to..."

Not a fan of eggs, you note. It makes sense, so far the only thing you've ever seen him eat is baked goods, probably has a sweet tooth.

"I could make you pancakes? I won't even put coffee in them, I promise," you tease gently, hoping the humor might pull a smile from him.

It doesn't. If anything, his eyes look even sadder.

He stops mid-step, and no matter how much of your weight you put in trying to herd and push him towards your kitchen, he won’t budge an inch. You’d have more success moving a bull by its horns, and considering he’s bigger built than one, that tracks.

There’s no strain in his features, as he stays still, resistant to your efforts. "This is a mistake,” he says. “I should never have gotten involved."

He's moving again, this time away from you, stepping towards the window. Shit, he's going to make a run for it.

In the course of the last 24 hours you've managed to leap off the Chrysler building; poison the superhero standing in front of you; slept with him in the same bed; and yet somehow, through all of this, you still haven't managed to do the one thing you actually wanted: have a simple conversation with him.

"Wait, wait!" you shout out, panicky. "Can we just talk for a second? I really need to talk to you. I just want some answers.”

"I don't have any answers for you," he says.

He's turned his back again, one hand on the window sill as he's preparing to climb onto it. If you let him leap off it now, you don’t know when your next chance will be to catch him again.

"I'm not going to stop trying," you shout out in a last desperate attempt and that finally stops him in his tracks.

“I’m gonna be leaving,” he says with a finality in his words.

It doesn’t stop you though, doesn’t even discourage you. He might be stubborn, but you can give him a run for his money, because this is your life on the line.

“Then I’ll run after you. I’ll keep chasing after you. I'll keep asking, and asking, and asking. I'm not going to stop until you give me some answers."

There’s a silence between you again. Then he straightens his posture, and turns his head just far enough that you can catch his eyes. Whatever uncertainty was there before fades away as you see the resolve in his eyes harden.

"You're never going to see me again."

There's an ugly noise. A scratch over the vinyl of a record screeching in your brain that makes you unable to comprehend his words. You have to replay them in your mind, parsing them out, before you realize what he's actually telling you.

“Wait, what do you mean never see you again!?” you step forward towards the window sill, and he visibly retreats at your advance. “As in, you're going to back to avoiding me? It’s kind of late for that, isn't it? I've seen your face... twice. We’ve slept together!"

"No," he answers brusquely, brows pulled in at a sharp angle. “I'm leaving the… area. I'm not going to be around anymore."

“But you’ll be back… right?” you ask. Some corner of your brain refuses to accept what you think he’s telling you.

With a graceful movement, he leaps back down from the window sill, taking a step forward and leaning in until he’s looming over you, his face inches from your own.

“No,” he repeats, emphasizing the word.

Oh…

His words finally click. It took a few attempts for the stubborn gear in your brain to unjam, but you finally hear what he’s been trying repeatedly to tell you.

He’s leaving for good. He’s not coming back.

You… You don’t know how you feel. Your cheeks are strangely numb. Somehow the idea that he might not be around indefinitely had never occurred to you. You’ve grown accustomed to the safe haven he’s provided. Come to rely on him and the familiar safety of his shadow lurking around every corner, the blurred blue and red rescuing you from this crazy world trying to kill you.

A flash of cold sweat breaks out along your back. His presence is your only anchor to safety. If he’s not here…

"But– but– if you leave…” You trail off, barely able to imagine it.

All the near-misses flash through your mind. The taco truck stampeding through the city, the subway train barrelling towards you, construction sites crashing down right above your head. So many deaths held at bay by the one man in front of you, and if he leaves… If he’s gone…

You can barely choke out the next words, your voice a strangled whisper, “...what’s going to happen to me?”

A flash of anguish breaks through his stony features before he turns away, dropping his gaze to his feet. Pained sadness bleeds into those crimson eyes, something that speaks of guilt, loss and defeat.

"I’m sorry," he says quietly, "I can't save you. I never could. Nothing can."

And what can you say to that? You can’t force him to do more for you than he already has. He’s done a lot—much more than anyone has to, superhero or not, and you know that—and it’s selfish of you to ask more.

You swallow down the anxiety crawling up your throat and it tastes like burnt bile.

Anyone would be lucky to have a superhero save them from certain death even once in their lifetime, and somehow you've been blessed with more times than you can count.

In fact, you’ve been spoiled rotten, managing to escape death so many times that you've grown almost… complacent about it. Expecting him to rescue you, when really you've been living on borrowed time for months now, winning one lottery ticket after another. You've had more extra time than anyone could ever wish for.

In front of you, you see him moving again. If you let him go like this, then this is it. This is where it all ends. Without him, it’s only a matter of time before death catches up with you again—for good this time.

You shake your head, refusing the defeat. It may be selfish, greedy even, but this is your life and you can’t let it end here.

You don’t want to die. You made a promise to yourself when you fell out of the Chrysler building for the first time.

You want to live. You want to live. You want to live.

"Wait! Please..." You grab onto his hand, and even though you have no doubt he could break free from your desperate grip with very little effort, he stops for you.

"I don't know what's going on! Every day I walk out that door, and almost die again and again and again. I'm scared and confused, and it seems like the universe is hellbent on killing me, and you're the only clue I've got as to why. The only reason I'm still alive is because you keep saving me. I know that it’s selfish to ask you this, because you don’t owe me anything. But…”

You pause, drawing in a deep breath, and say the words with your whole chest, “I want to live!”

He doesn’t quite flinch, but the hand at his side twitches and then he’s reaching up to you. So close, you can almost feel his knuckles grace the side of your cheek. Then he stops, a fraction of an inch from your face.

He tilts his head to the side, like he’s listening to something you can’t hear.

Must be some other emergency your unfriendly neighborhood Spider-man needs to be on his way to. You try to push down the unexpected envy boiling in your stomach at the thought.

Although… now that you’re listening, you can hear something too. Something like the low hum of a helicopter, growing louder all the time.

Must be a police chopper. Traffic ‘copters aren’t allowed to fly so low.

Abruptly, the light flees your apartment. Shadow sweeps across your window and covers everything in pitched darkness.

A blackout? But it's morning, even if the power went out, the sun should still be–

You feel it before you see it in the dark, a tight grip on your wrist pulling you. His arm slams across your waist, yanking you backwards.

The world lurches around you, receding with a deafening roar of collapsing concrete and shrieking metal. The last thing you see is the wall of your apartment disappearing in a cloud of dust and twisted metal.

Your stomach drops sickeningly. Bright light flashes across your vision in intense rainbow-colored bursts. Pink. Red. Green. Blue. You have to close your eyes as wind whips mercilessly against your cheeks, loud impossible roaring in your ears.

Is this death? Somehow you thought it would be quieter. Calm.

Still.

And then it is. Everything stops, and when you finally dare open your eyes again, there’s…

Nothing.

~ Next Issue

Dedication & Credits: To my lovely collaborator @thirstworldproblemss who is always staying up brainstorming with me, listen to my insane ramblings, plotting each scene in the outlines and helping me beta and edit and even rewrite large chunks of paragraphs I'm unhappy with til the very last minute. Truly my favorite person in all of the lands. I love you!!

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littyhoney · 11 months

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Right Person,Wrong Time (part 1)

(Part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

BIG SPOILER WARNING TO ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE!!

Earth 42 Miles Morales x Reader

Chapter summary: you have always been there for Miles,will your long time crush ever pay attention to you…or not?

Warning: Spoilers for the movie Across the Spider-verse, slight angst

Guys this is my first time writing this be gentle with me <3 enjoy!

“Alright so lets do this one more time, Hey! Im (Y/N) (L/N) and Im one of the well-known spiderman/spiderwoman of Brooklyn,New York.” you swing through the city using your web as some of the civilians took out their phone to take picture or video of you. You land on top of a rooftop before speaking into an invincible camera “But im not the only one,im with my close friend Miles Morales who is also a spiderman of Brooklyn,weird huh?”

comes another person swing by you as he parkour through the rooftop in his black and red spider suit “keep up (n/n)!” Miles laugh as he jumps and swings away. You let out a chuckle as you follow him “Yo Miles wait up!”.

For the last few months after the collider incident with Kingpin,you and miles get closer since both of you share the same responsibility to keep the city safe and life is not easy even after you wear the spider mask. Balancing your life as a student and as a hero is not..easy,at all. At one time you could be in class try to catch up to your academic and the next thing you make up an excuse to go to the rest room to go out and fight crimes, comes back with few bruises and scrathes. But both of you manage to pull through the day,together.

It is Sunday as you and Miles are hanging out in his room listening to music, you are sitting on his bed bopping your head to the song as you scroll through your phone while Miles is sitting at his desk with his sketchbook,drawing. Suddenly the silent breaks as Miles stop his drawing and ask “Hey..(n/n)” he turn his chair towards you.

“Hm? What is it coco head? Something on your mind?” you turn your attention to Miles,notice his sad demenor. You stand up from the bed and walk towards him put your hand on his shoulder.

“Do you..miss the other spiders? Like Peter..Peni and..Gwen” Miles speak,his voice is low as he look up at you. You sigh and nod your head “Yeah I do Miles, but they are in another dimension” you tilt your head slightly “They are out there living their lives,I wonder if Peter B ever have a child ya know” you chuckle,trying to lighten up his mood

Miles chuckle before he look down at his hands on his lap “I just…miss Gwen a lot actually” he sigh as he wipe his face with his palms slightly frustrated “Ya know it is hard I miss her and she is not even from here man”

you lean on the table beside him,hunch down slightly to look him in the eyes,with sympathy “Miles,you know the rules right,they cant be here nor we can be there, we can dissapear and so are they”

“I know that (y/n)…I know,if only I could just met Gwen one time” Miles lean back on his chair looking at the ceiling,in his head he is hopping maybe a portal would just pop out so he could go to Gwens dimension..

You look at your friend sadnes fill your heart to see your best friend seem so down,you know Miles have been missing the spiders ever since the first week they went back to their dimension and for the past time you have try your best to be there for Miles and keep him company listening to whatever problem he is facing. For the years you been friend with Miles you slowly start to develop feelings for the ball of sunshine. His creativity in his talent,he is smart in academics,his warm honey brown eyes that seem to always take your breath away and such a sweet smile..it would be a fool of you to not fall for the boy.

You lick your lips slightly before you stand up and face to the desk,trying to change the subject “what cha drawing Miles?” you pick up his black sketchbook and go through the pages. “Oh just some uh,sketches of..” Miles voice trail off not wanting to finish the sentence.

“Of..?” I trail my question as I keep flicking the pages before stopping on the page he was currently drawing on and look at the figure he drew with such great details, my breath hitch slightly before finish my own sentence “Gwen..” I look at the drawing..a pang of jealousy fill my heart before I shake my head slightly and close the book turn to look at Miles with a small smile “It looks awesome Miles,you really get her smile and suit on point”

Thanks man” Miles smile at you before you could say anything Rio voice muffle through the close door of Miles bedroom “Miles! Dinner is ready! Tell (y/n) she can join for dinner!” Miles turn towards the doors slightly “Okay mom! Be there in a sec!” Miles turn back to you before nudge his head slightly towards the door “You joinning (n/n)?” You shake your head slightly before move to get your jacket and phone “I have to go home Miles,il see you later okay?” Miles stand up from his chair making his way to you before giving you a hug “Thank you for being with me (n/n)”

You smile sadly knowing that Miles need your support more in this tough times of his.. you pat his back before making your way out of his room saying goodbye to mama Rio and walk out the street with both of your hands in your pocket…you cant help but though of how many times Miles have mention Gwen whenever you two are together…how many times he have drawn her in almost all the pages in his sketchbook, heck he didn’t even draw you even though you have been friends for so long..maybe you could try to be better…maybe be like Gwen..?

To be continued...

(AAAA IM SO NERVOUS LEMME KNOW IF YALL STILL WANT CHAPTER 2)

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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Hobie Brown x Spider!Reader)

Summary: When Hobie hasn’t seen you in a while, he starts to come to the realization that he might be missing you for the wrong reasons. So when you come back, all those feelings reasons come bubbling up to the surface.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS

A/N: This kinda took a mind of its own, but I LOVED writing every second of it. Hope you enjoy it!! ☺️

Request by @its-me-ig-101: I was wondering if I could request for you to write a fluff Hobie Brown x GN reader, where the reader visits Hobie in his universe, or reverse? (Kind of like what Gwen does)

It had been 127 days since he last saw you,

14 since you last spoke.

It wasn’t like he was counting or anything. Nah…no he was completely able to be his own person. I mean, he had a whole Earth to protect as Spiderman.

But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t think four months apart would take such a toll on him.

You both were just always together. It didn’t cross his mind that there could be more than two to three days of you being away…from him especially. Gwen always joked about how quickly you both became so close so quickly. How Hobie was usually a steel trap and you were the key.

And he couldn’t even visit you! You were away on Spider business! Miguel had you consistently going after anomalies. It didn’t help that you had an insanely good success rate. Hell! Hobie couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t catch one of the anomalies!

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon! This is the ultimate test before the big question! Will their relationship prevail over this unexpected test?!”

Pavitr placed his hand on his chest, spinning around before collapsing onto Hobie's bed, where he was currently lounging. His fingers fiddled with his watch, flicking through all the channels. Maybe if he clicked on the right one, he would end up on the Earth where you were. Miguel had stopped telling him what Earth you were visiting, knowing he would just tag along. But Hobie could come up with something on the fly, he didn’t give a damn at this point if Miguel was pissed at him for interrupting your mission.

He would like to see him try and keep you from him any longer at this point.

“Hello, Earth to Hobie. Hey!”

Catching the plush that Gwen had thrown at him, he huffed and sat up. Pav smiled when he caught a glimpse at Hobie’s watch, and the roulette wheel of universes were still going.

“ Dude, they’re fine! (Y/N) is like…an invincible spider.”

“You know why he’s being more quiet than usual! He’s realizing he’s in looove. Our Hobie is head over he-” A well shot pillow from Hobie landed Pavitr on the floor.

“Am I not allowed to miss a friend? I remember ‘ow upset you were whenever you’d talk ‘bout Miles.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. He smirked when he saw how red Gwen’s face got.

“Ooooh we’re starting to enter the grumpy Hobie stage!” Pav shot up into a sitting position, this time dodging the second pillow that he had thrown.

Scoffing, he waved his hand at them as he pulled his phone out of his pant pocket. Unlocking it, he scrolled through his photo album and sighed.

They always teased him like this when he was down in the dumps. It had just been more recent as of late, seeing as you were rising in the ranks. Meaning you were gone more and more.

That also meant your friendship was tested more and more. He had noticed the change, he wasn’t completely blind to his emotions. He had noticed that as of late whenever you were gone he got a bit more snippy, and a bit more cynical-well more cynical than usual. Some had even told him that his color seemed more drained the longer and longer you were away.

This time had just been the longest. But it was also the most eye opening.

It's odd how you don’t notice how consistent someone is in your life until they’re gone.

He was mindlessly scrolling with a thousand yard stare off into the distance, when his phone suddenly anchored him back to reality.

Specifically your text tone.

Flicking to his messages, he felt his heart rate pick up.

(Y/N): heey! im finally back!! i missed you (cry emoji) (heart emoji)

Before his head could reminisce on the heart emoji and brew up any meaning behind it, he heard Pav gasp. Quickly looking up from his phone, he saw Pav squeal in excitement and Gwen chuckle as she shook her head.

“Look at him G! Do you see how much brighter he is? Ugh! Our boy has it bad.”

Sliding off his bed, he grabbed his bag and mask. Both Gwen and Pavitr could see that there was some pep in his step as he slung the bag over his shoulder. Fastening his web shooters on, he slid his mask into his pocket before entering your Earth into his watch.

“Oh oh! Where you heading Hobie? Thought we were having some serious bro time!”

Flicking them off, Hobie felt the portal open below him. Glancing through, he could see the flickering lights of your Earth.

“Piss off.”

Jumping through the portal, Hobie braced himself as he felt a quick rush before landing on your bed. The flickering and crackling of the portal remained only for a second before it snapped shut, dropping everything in the room along with its departure.

You stood in the opposite corner of the room, barely even unpacked. Your bag sat at the foot of your desk, unzipped with some of your clothes spilling out. You must’ve just texted him, because you were still in your spider suit…with one of his jumpers on.

Turning around, a smile spread across your face in an instant. Whatever you were doing was soon abandoned as you ran towards him. He was quick to stand, enveloping you in his frame. Feeling your aura mix with his, as he buried his nose into your hair felt nice. It awoke whatever nerves that had gone into hibernation after your departure, activating his senses once more.

Because he became highly aware of how right when you entered his arm, the hairs on yours stood under your suit. Your heart rate calmed but also picked up. Hell, he could even feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you buried your head into his chest.

“You really did miss me aye?” He teased, pulling you back by your shoulders to get a good look at his face.

“Mmm, only like…thiiiiiiis much.” Holding up two fingers, he watched as you held them close together and very very slowly pulled them apart.

“Oh wow, and here I was in absolute agony.” He hummed, sitting on the edge of your windowsill.

“Oh really?” You laugh, leaning over him. He looked up at you, nodding as he placed his hands in his pocket.

“Absolutely, almost died.”

Watching you laugh was something he knew he needed. It wasn’t too hard, at least for him. Your back and forth quips and teases were something that usually ended in you laughing or him chuckling. Inside jokes and knowing stares were usually exchanged to test the waters whenever others were around. It happened so often people usually felt excluded whenever you were both in each other's presence.

It was something he didn’t know he could miss.

“Wanna go for a swing?”

Watching the way your eyes lit up, he knew he had his answer.

Slipping his mask on, he was quick to open your window. He knew you were right behind him as he swung into action.

This was a dance you both did whenever you visited his world, swinging between buildings and each other. Finding ways to play off the others webbing and moves.

He loved watching you swing and flip. Hearing you laugh as you gave him a heart attack with how close you’d like to fall before yanking yourself back up into the air.

He felt a rush of similar emotions in the two weeks of you going dark. Whenever it was just him alone in his room, his mind would wander. He knew that if anything had happened he would have been the first told, both a blessing and a curse. But it still didn’t stop him from…worrying.

When did his worry for you become such a crutch?

Reaching to your normal hang out, what was atop your Statue of Liberty (which was still bronze here on your earth), both of you sat atop her torch. With shoulders touching, he watched as you leaned back and looked at your city.

“So, how many anomalies did you catch on this little spree of yours?”

With a big sigh you ripped your mask off and stuffed it into your-no, his jacket pocket. Bringing a knee to your chest you placed your cheek on it as you looked at him.

“Twelve. Probably the most in a row.”

Tisking, he leaned back on his hands now as he also took his mask off.

“Wow, remember which ones?”

“Most of them were Vultures. They were the only ones that could reach the portals that opened in their respective worlds. I might as Miguel if I can take a break though.”

That piqued his interest. But he didn’t show a reaction, in fact he just hummed and watched as you put your forehead to rest on your knees.

“I appreciate how much Miguel…trusts me to keep the multiverse intact, I really do. I went through hell with his stupid tests in order to get into the Spider Society and its…its lead me to meet some of my favorite people but recently I've been more Spider than Person…”

Hobie sat up now, putting his elbows on his knees and smirking. He knew what you needed to hear in this moment. He knew you like the back of his hand, in the year that you two have gotten to know each other it is safe to say he almost knows you better than he knows himself. The same could probably be said about you knowing him.

“Favorite people aye? Where do I fall on that list?”

Watching you lift your head to give him a quick glance, a small smile graced your lips before you lifted your head fully to clear your throat.

“Atleast top…let's say ten? There's a lot of competition BB.” You chuckle

“Oh yea? That jumper you’re wearing says otherwise.”

Your eyes grew almost as wide as the lenses on your mask as you looked down. Your hands gripped the edge of the jacket for a moment before shoving into the pockets.

“Oh I uh…yea I dunno what to say…”

The gears were turning in your head, he could tell. Something was brewing.

“..y’know I didn’t even realize I had packed this until I was subconsciously putting it on the first night. I'm being dead serious when I tell you I only ever took it off whenever I was about to go into battle…I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

He smiled to himself listening to your words. Something similar to what was brewing in your head was brewing in his chest.

These past few months, more specifically the past two weeks where you couldn’t contact him, there was a confession building. Words that were just waiting in the dark until he was at his most vulnerable to come into the light were bubbling up in his throat. The only thing keeping them from spilling right at this very moment was the seal of his lips.

It was nice, having you back. But all these realizations that he was having just in these last few days, especially now in these moments he was sharing with you, told him all he needed to know.

Especially with those words that you had just said to him, he knew his realization was not far from out of the blue.

“ Y’know those two weeks were you went dark were ‘ell. Pav and Gwendy were up my arse the entire time. It irked me how well they read me those two weeks..”

Watching you grow still and turn towards him, and sighed before turning towards you as well.

“I'm sorry about that Hobbie…my communicator died and Miguel told me I wasn’t allowed a new one until I finished my assignment. Which made everything so much harder to do since I had to wait for texts from Lyla and code instead of her just being able to talk me through it.”

“I knew it ‘ad to be somethin outta your control…and I also had a keepsake that ‘elped me keep my cool.”

Pulling back his cuffs, an array of bracelets both woven and made were on both of his wrists. They were all yours, but ones you hadn’t seen in a while and ones you were sure you had left on your desk before you had left.

What he couldn’t show you was the shirt he had of yours that was also on his pillow. He had it for the same reason he was sure you had his jacket for the entire trip…

Though it was starting to lose your scent.

There was a comfortable silence, at least he hoped there was. He could barely tell based off the thumping of his heart…

When he finally made eye contact with you, he saw a dopey smile on your face. It made him smile too. No matter how long you two were apart, no matter how raw the two of you got it never changed anything.

Well, he hoped nothing would change after what he was about to do.

Hobie wasn’t scared of a lot, practically nothing. But you scared the ever loving shit out of him. Both with all the stunts that you pulled and just the way you made him feel. He used to be this hardass corruptor but now? He wasn’t sure what he was without you.

“Hey Hobie..”

“Yea?”

“You should totally kiss me right now.”

“Yup.”

His hand fit perfectly on the crook of your neck, and so did his lips with yours.

Whatever you were feeling spilled into him, and he with you. A full year's worth of pent up emotion exploded into the kiss as he seemingly took your breath away. In recent months he could only imagine how your lips would feel against his, but it was nothing compared to what he was experiencing right now. Yours and his molded together in a flurry of silken passion, fitting together perfectly just like he knew they would.

Your hands found their place resting on his cheeks, just as his found theirs. With one resting on your neck and the other finding its way onto your side to pull you close. So close that he could feel the drum of your heart match his when your chests collided.

He wanted to curse whatever being made it so that the human body needed oxygen. When you pulled away his lips followed yours in chase, and it wasn’t until you held his face in place so that your bruised lips could take in a breath. Your finger ran over his bottom lip, playing with his lip ring as he panted in time with you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that…how..how being away from you for so long made me realize that's all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“I ‘ave an idea.”

His hand that rested on the edge of your neck came around to hold your throat, with his fingers resting on your pulse.

It was going a mile a minute just like his.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #x reader #across the spiderverse #marvel x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #into the spider verse #spiderman x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spider!reader

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Bloody nose part 2 // Miguel O' Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

Summary: You started a fight with Miguel O'hara. Now you're trying to end it.

Warnings: Canon violence, swearing.

Tags: Comedy, action, BAMF! Reader, slow burn, (Miguel needs character development).

Words: 1236 words.

Part 1.

Naomi catches your arm to stop you from doing more.

“Wait! Don’t fight with him!”

“Why not!” You yell, your senses itching for a beating.

“He’s not alone! He has an army of thousands of spider-people.”

“Ah.”

It has the virtue of making you stop in your tracks. As much as you consider yourself nearly invincible on your best days, fighting thousands at once is out of your abilities.

Nonetheless, Miguel seems intend on fighting you, as a bunch of what you guess must be spiderwebs, shouts out of the cloud of dust created by the damaged buildings and tie your forearms together. The perspective of being tied doesn’t worry you as your strength has always made quick work of anything trying to restrain you, but their red glow makes you uneasy. Are they radioactive or something?

You easily break out of your bounds with a little show of force, just in time to see a red and dark blue blur charging at you. You wait until the last second to let yourself fall on your back on purpose, using his own momentum against him, and throw him behind you. You’re only halfway on your feet that he’s already coming back for more.

You avoid a few punches and kicks. As you try to figure out a way to neutralize him without hurting him too much, he tackles you before opening his mouth wide and bare what are undoubtedly fangs at you.

You goggle at him in horror as he tries to fucking bite you.

“What the FUCK! Are you feral! Do you need a rabies shot!”

“Stop… moving.” He replies. “It’ll all be… over soon.”

You’re so bewildered you stupidly try to squirm your way out of his hold, before doing the only thing that came to your mind to avoid having this fangs anywhere closer to your face: you shove your hand in his mouth. With one thumb on one side of it and the rest of your fingers on the other, you get a pretty good grip on his jaw.

You see the incomprehension in his eyes as he fails repeatedly to sink his fangs into your hand. You use this second of inattention to kick him in the chest. He falls back a few meters, catching the breath you knocked out of him. By the time he comes back at you, you're back on your feet and ready.

You catch the clawed hands he tried to assault you with, and from here on it’s a draw, with each of you trying to get the upper hand without getting it. What your opponent doesn’t know is that you’re holding yourself back. You could always crush the bones of his hands, but you don’t want to make things worse for yourself and Naomi.

“So? You gonna apologize for throwing a desk at my niece or do I need to throw you in another building?”

“Is it a real apology if you obtained it under duress?” he snorts with disdain.

“I’ll consider it a good start.”

You tighten your hold. He winces and tries to free himself – in vain.

Naomi tries to get involved the discussion, “It wasn’t a big deal! I have super-strength with the other spider powers…”

You knee Miguel in the stomach before releasing him. He falls on knee, holding his stomach in pain.

“Naomi.” You start, using the serious voice you have with her when dispensing life advice. “Whether you have super strength or not doesn’t matter. There is no reason for anyone to throw a desk at you. Do you understand?”

“… Yes.”

You grab Miguel by the collar and rise him above the ground despite your height difference.

“And I will never let anyone, anyone, superheroes included, hurt my family.”

He grabs your forearms in response, his claws trying in vain to break through something else than your leather jacket.

“I will not lose her like I lost her mother. Do you get it, Spiderman?”

You’re looking at him right in eyes. He stares back. You don’t know what you’re expecting to happen. That this pompous, violent, man-child with anger issues has a revelation?

Miguel sighs deeply and looks away.

“Alright. I… I’m sorry I… threw a desk at you, Naomi.”

You drop him like a bag of potatoes, forgetting that his claws are still lodged inside your jacket. You both stumble and fall flat with you on top, swearing.

You barely get the time to pick yourself up on your hands and knees that a suggestive whistle rings out, followed by voices :

“Ooh, are we interrupting something? I think we’re interrupting something, Jess.”

“Peter…”

“Cállate, Peter.” Growls Miguel under you.

Knowing you have a public makes you get up faster than you thought possible.

A Spider-man (?) wearing a raincoat and a tracksuit looks at you with a relaxed smile, while the spider-woman (?) wearing red and black next to him considers you with much more suspicion.

“I called them!” explains Naomi happy that things are settling down.

“I didn’t need back up –“ groans Miguel.

“I panicked…?” she shrugs.

You quickly grab her by the arm and drag her behind you protectively. Great. More Supers to fight if things go south.

“So", starts the one who must be Jess. "What’s going on here? Naomi didn’t take the time to explain anything.”

“All I got was “Quick! Come! No time! Miguel! Trouble!”, adds Peter.

You cross your arms and send them a defiant look.

“Just need you guys to keep your attack dog in line", – You shake your head in Miguel’s direction – "cause the next time he throws a desk at my niece I won’t be so nice.”

“Throw a desk at…", starts Peter, puzzled, before remembering, "Oh ! That time!”

“Jess” gaze goes back and forth between Miguel, covered in bruises and blood trickling from his noise, and you, who doesn’t have a scratch. Not your fault if your skin’s too hard to break.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion, “You call that being nice?”

The Peter guy seems to be the only one concerned with damage control. He posts himself between you and them, not hiding how nervous he is, but still raising his hands in each of your directions.

“Alright, alright… There’s no need to aggravate this… Miguel’s the boss so we can’t really keep him in line uh.. Ma’am, but no one will throw desk at Naomi anymore… right, Miguel?”

The two newcomers’ behaviours don’t fix your uneasiness at all. The first seems to be ready to agree to anything Miguel says, and the other, while well-meaning, looks like he has no real power over the decisions made in this… Spider-Society.

“Forget it, Peter. We already came to an agreement.”

“You… you did?” chokes Peter like this is the most incredible thing he’s ever heard, and he must have heard some as a dimensional travelling spiderman. “But you- How-“

“Naomi is quitting the Spider-Society until she’s 18.” Miguel interrupts Peter like it’s his job, not even acknowledging him. “Her aunt will fill in for her until then.”

“Are you sure?” insists Jess, with an eyebrow raised, looking at Miguel like she’s silently asking if he got hit on the head too hard.

“Don’t question me”, he groans, in a kinda sulky way.

He opens a portal, and with one last look for you before jumping in, adds “Just uses Naomi’s gizmo when you’re ready.”

You blink repeatedly on purpose to show you did not understand.

"What... what gizmo?"

But he's already gone.

"He means the watch", reply all at the same time the other spiderperson, with the touch of exasperation that comes from having to repeat the same thing an unholy amount of times.

This will be followed by a chap of the reader integrating the Spider-Society ^^

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