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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 10 months

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Can we plz get hobie with a friend reader whose intuition is crazy strong? Like they at a concert or club and stuff and reader just taps hobbie on the arm and goes “we gotta go. Shits gonna go crazy soon” and not even 5 minutes after they leave cops have surrounded the place. Or she feels the “vibes” of a person and just goes “don’t trust that guy as far as I can throw him” and everyone like “Johnny? No he’s the nicest guy ever he never hurt a fly!” A week later Johnny does some bad shit. “Told you he was sus” just crazy intuition reader helping hobbie avoid trouble or getting out of sticky situations before it gets sticky.

(Hello! Sure I can! Enjoy!)

Hobie Brown x Intuitive!Reader

He trusts you completely

You are his down bitch and he is willing to always put his life in your hands

He trusts you so much, and literally anything you could say

You have proved to him time and time again that you have intuition like crazy

And when shit goes down and you feel off, or you say run, Hobie and you are absolutely booking it

No questions fucking asked

"Hobie."

"Yea?"

"Something's off-"

Don't even finish babe, you're over his shoulder and you guys are outta there

At first he thought you were pulling pranks on him

Or that you had some sort of hidden spidey sense if you were a spider

Even if you did, he still thought you were pulling his arm

It had to take a few times, and even then he thought they were coincidences

But he finally believed you in the club incident

You guys were fine, everything was cool and he finished up a set, he was hanging out with you until you tapped his arm

You were like "Hey, Hobie. We gotta go. Cops are gonna pull up in like…five minutes."

Hobie was confused, but for some reason just thought to trust you and you guys left hand in hand

But he wanted to stay and watch from afar

And what the hell do you know, exactly five minutes later, cops pull up searching for two specific people

You guys were anarchists, and did your own stunts against governments and rebelled in your world, and obviously you guys had people after you two

So, Hobie couldn't help but laugh as you just saved both your asses

From then on he is always looking for you or at you in situations

Like, he's studying you and reading you to figure out if you think something is up

If something is, he's grabbing you and your guys' friends (like Pav, Miles or Gwen) and getting everyone out of there

Or sometimes he'll take your intuition and you guys will plan

He is sorta wary though at first hene it's about people or someone he knows

Is the one to say

"Don't worry, he's harmless!"

Until that mf is being dragged away or did some shit to the gang

You are able to read vibes very easily, and he is able to be in awe of that

When you guys meet new people, he'll be wary until you don't say anything, or you deem them not suspicious

Especially with Pavitr and Miles, you guys were pretty cool with them because for once, you didn't find bad vibes and you actually liked their vibes

You help keep him out of situations with people and anything

Please tell him "I told you so" when he doesn't believe you

You guys are always a duo planning something off your intuition

Especially when the whole thing with Miles went down

You told him that something was gonna happen, and he and you prepared to help Miles get out of there

Any situation you guys have, he trusts your judgment and you alwaye help him and your friends out of sticu situations

Plus, he brags about his partners skill

#across the spider verse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie x you #hobie brown #hobie x y/n #hobie headcanons

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redstarwriting · 11 months

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the clash | iv. london calling

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, smoking weed, alcohol, mentions of a gwen canon event, mentions of death, lil angst

a/n: nother long one! i can’t wait to make it crazy angsty bc when i tell u i have THOUGHTS 👀 thank you to everyone who’s reading, i’m trying to update it every day, so hopefully i can stick with that schedule! enjoy this chapter, friends :)

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He fixes his watch to open a portal to his world. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr basically run to get to it. He motions for you to go ahead, and you walk through. Immediately when you step into his room, you’re hit with the smell of weed and incense. You’d be lying if you said you hated it. You glance around. You see drums, another electric and acoustic guitar, empty spray paint cans, spray paint on the walls, stacks of newspapers (all defaced in some way)… it feels very Hobie to say the least. “Now this. This is a livin’ area,” he says, appearing behind you. You shake your head. “So loud, both figuratively and literally. How do you ever get anything done?”

“By being louder than everyone else, obviously,” he responds, and you roll your eyes. “What a way to live,” you remark. “Better than that quiet, dark, and gloomy, way,” he retorts, and you shrug. “If you say so.”

“Hey, Hobie, do you still have the roof all decorated?” Gwen asks and he nods. “Course I do. I own the place, head on up,” he jerks his head upwards, and Gwen turns to Miles and Pavitr with a smirk. “Race ya!”

“Hey no fair! You have been here so many times!” Pavitr yells as Gwen takes off. “Come on, Miles!” you hear her yell. Miles smiles gently and shakes his head before going after the two of them. “He’s so obsessed with her it’s making me sick,” you mumble, and Hobie snorts. “What? Miles and Gwen’s relationship too much for you? You hate love?”

“Love has never done anything but cause me pain. And not the good kind,” you glance at him with a frown, and he raises his eyebrow. Suddenly his eyes get wide. “Oh shit… you had a Gwen canon event.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you respond, and he frowns. “You know, actually talkin’ about that kinda shit is a good way to not sit on it and let it build. You could face some serious problems if you keep doin’ that.”

“Who said I gave a fuck what you think? I didn’t ask for the unneeded advice, alright?” you say, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Oh, right. Forgot I was dealing with a bloody doughnut,” he mumbles and point to the window. “Care to go to the roof and get out of my sight?”

“Sound like the best thing you’ve said since I got here,” you say, leaping out of his window and climbing up the side of the building. While clinging to the wall, you glance out at Hobie’s world. His city looks almost exactly like Night of Yore City, except for the fact that there are a shit ton of fires burning, over half of the buildings look abandoned, the sky is a reddish-orangish hue, and it is so much louder. The name is also vastly different, as his version of NYC is New London. Universal differences get weird and confusing. Nonetheless, you’re intrigued, you turn around, putting your back against the wall and supporting yourself with your hands and feet. The graffitied buildings are a nice touch, you must admit. You snort to yourself when you see a mural of Hobie. If only they knew the asshole behind the mask.

“Now why the hell aren’t you up there with everyone else?” you hear his voice pull you out of your thoughts as he crawls up next to you. You shrug. “I’m a sucker for views, I guess.”

“Well, believe it or not, view is a lot better from the top of the buildin’,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Can I please just be secluded and observe in peace?”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. Come on,” he says, starting to walk up the wall. You sigh and lazily roll backwards and up the wall to come to standing and follow him up. When you get to the top of the roof, you see a boombox (blaring punk music, of course) and blankets surrounding a barrel with a fire going in it. Multiple coolers decorate the roof which all look stockpiled full of different beers. “Hey, Hobie, you know that they’re all kids, right?”

“New universe, new rules, love. Drinking age is 16 and up ‘round here, not that I’d give a fuck if it wasn’t anyway. So, sit down, shut up, and drink a damn beer. Maybe you’ll loosen up,” he says, tossing you a random bottle. You roll your eyes and sit down but put the beer to the side.

“Hey, Hobie, do you have any of that–” Miles gets cut off by Hobie tossing him another bottle. “Nice. Thanks, dude,” he says excitedly, cracking the top and taking a drink. Gwen gets her beer of choice, and Pavitr does the same. Hobie, you notice, doesn’t drink anything. “So, what were you guys talking about?” Gwen asks, pointing between the two of you with her bottle. “What?” you ask, and she shrugs. “You guys were alone in Hobie’s for a while and no one died, soooo did you guys finally talk about something you could agree on?”

“We can’t agree on nothin’, Gwen. They were just bein’ their usual self and annoyin’ the shit out of me at any chance they could get,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “Good to know it worked, mate”

“Stop imitatin’ me, poser.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I’ll make you.”

“Try me, Hobart.”

“Alright, that’s enough of that. What were you guys talking about?” Miles asks, and you and Hobie look at each other. “Just asked where the bathroom was,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah. That’s it.”

You weren’t necessarily ready to reveal you faced the Gwen canon event. Especially not to another Gwen. At least Hobie isn’t enough of a dick to bring it up in front of them. “Oh, yeah, you did change into your everyday clothes. Don’t know how I didn’t notice that,” Gwen states, taking another swig of her beer. You had changed in your apartment after cleaning your wound, but you don’t say anything. Hobie nods at you, and you nod back.

“Why aren’t you drinking anything (Y/n)? Here, try this it’s so good,” Pavitr pushes his bottle toward you, and you shake your head. “I don’t want to drink, but thanks Pavitr,” you say, and he frowns. “Awww.” You smile slightly at how disappointed he sounds. “Well, I want to remember everything you all tell me without it being fuzzy because I was hoping you could let me know a little bit more about all the spider people in Spider Society. I’m still new, you four, Peter B. Parker, and Miguel are the only ones I’ve really met.”

With that, Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr start telling you everything they know. You learn about Jessica Drew, Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, and so many more. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr talk for hours, and since they’re kids, they do not know when to stop drinking. Eventually, the three of them are passed out. Miles is cradling Gwen’s side with his head on her chest as she wraps one of her arms around him, and Pavitr is laying straight on his back, lightly snoring. You giggle softly at the sight. Suddenly the punk music you’ve been listening to for the past however many hours gets softer. You glance over to where it is and see Hobie bent over and turning it down. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em,” he mumbles, walking over to you. The volume of the city has decreased quite a bit, and with the low hum of music coming from the boombox now, his world is actually kind of enjoyable. Though you’d never tell him that. He motions to the skyline, and you turn and look. He was right, as much as you hate to admit it. The view is a lot better from up here.

“Why didn’t you drink anythin’?” he asks, and you shrug. “Didn’t feel like it. Why didn’t you drink anything?” He shrugs and pulls out a rolled cigarette from his vest pocket. “Got somethin’ better.”

“And you didn’t offer any to them?”

“Hey, they can drink here, they don’t need to mess with this shit. ‘Sides I knew they’d be pissed. Gonna have a god-awful hangover tomorrow,” he says, pulling out a lighter. You shake your head. “They can’t mess with your shit, but I can?”

“The two of us are the same age. We’re ‘adults’ or whatever the fuck that means. Are you too stuck up to be ‘round some grass or somethin’?”

“No, Hobie, I don’t give a fuck if you smoke weed. Building manager might, though.”

“Love, I am the building manager. This place is abandoned, so it belongs to me. And you’re not tellin’ me I’m supposed to smoke this myself?” he asks with a sly smirk on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him. “Actually I am.” He groans, putting the joint to his lips and lighting the end of it.

“Do you know how to have any fun?”

“Do you know how to have any–” Before you can finish, he puts his finger over your mouth, and raises the joint to his lips again. He takes a deep breath in, blowing out the excess smoke and glancing at you. “No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Don’t care. The answer is no.”

“Have you ever actually tried listening to anything anyone says?” “Nah. I don’t listen to no one. I’m me, and if people don’t like that, good,” he says, taking another drag. He glances over at you and holds the joint out. “Y’sure you don’t want some?”

“You actually want to share with me?”

“I want you to not be as much as a ragin’ fuckwit, so yes,” he blows smoke in your face, and you glare at him. “If I take one hit, will you shut the fuck up about it?”

“Probably not, but it would sure make me happier.” You roll your eyes, and take the joint from him, taking a drag. He watches you. He’d never admit it, but he wishes you weren’t such an asshole. The way you look doing that in the moonlight? Stunning. You pass the joint back to him, some of the smoke coming out of your nose. “Stop staring at me.”

“Just makin’ sure you did it right and didn’t waste my shit,” he says, taking another drag. “I know how to hit a joint, Hobie.”

“Really? Never would have guessed you’d do anything remotely excitin’.”

“Oh, please. You barely know me,” you say, angrier than you probably should be. “Then tell me about yourself, love.”

“Hard pass,” you say, and he groans. “I get the desire to stay anonymous and mysterious, obviously, but come on. Chances are we’re gonna be seein’ each other more than either of us wants to, so just open up a bit,” he says, and you frown. “There’s nothing you need to know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me something about you.”

“I killed Norman Osborn with my guitar after defeatin’ him and all of his V.E.N.O.M. forces and successfully led a rebellion against fascism,” he says smugly, “Until those other fuckin’ Nazis showed up, but one day I promise you this world? Will be capitalist and fascist free.”

“No, it won’t. Am I supposed to be impressed?” you ask with a deadpan face. He scoffs. “Damn, you’re a wanker. I’d like to see you try and defeat the V.E.N.O.M. forces. From what I seen your world’s villains are rubbish,” he says and to his surprise, and yours, you laugh. A hint of a smile plays on his features, but you shake your head. “Green Goblin is, you’re right, but... there are others who are much worse. And what the fuck is a venom force? You’re saying that like I should just know what it is.”

“It was a symbiote that– wait, you sayin’ you don’t know what venom is? That’s something every spider-person deals with at some point,” he says, and you shrug. “Guess I haven’t dealt with it yet.”

“Yeah, well, when you do, call me cause you’ll need my help,” he says and you roll your eyes. “I’d rather die than get help from you.”

“I helped you today, love.”

“I could have done that myself,” you retort, and he shakes his head, taking another drag. “I guess I should thank you though.”

“Hmm?”

“For not telling them what we were really talking about,” you say, and he hums. “What they won’t know won’t kill ‘em. But just so you know I was being so serious. Not talkin’ about that shit is more harmful than good,” he says, and you frown. “I’m not much of a talker.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up,” you groan, and he laughs. He loves pissing you off, might be his favorite thing to do now. But the conversation might actually need to get serious. He may hate you, but he’s Spider-Punk for the people, and you’re apart of that people. He’s there to help, so he may as well try with you.

“Why not?”

“What?”

“Why not? Why won’t you talk about it?” he asks, and you huff. “Because it was my fault, and I don’t want to think about it.”

“Nah, I bet it wasn’t your fault,” he mumbles, taking another drag. You glare at him. “Oh, right, I forgot you were there when their neck snapped after I tried to save them,” you spit, and he glances at you. You can feel that hit starting to affect you, that’s the only reason you said anything about… the incident. Of course, Hobie has good shit, why wouldn’t he. “What were you trying to save them from?” he asks, his voice oddly calm. “The Prowler,” you reply, “He’s the worst of the worst in my universe.” He hums and nods. “Well then, reckon it’s the Prowler’s fault then, innit?”

“What? But I’m the one who couldn’t get to them in time after he–”

“He did it, (Y/n). You did your best, but it ain’t your fault what happened there. That’s what they want you to think. Try and get that through your thick skull, would you?” he says, and you scoff, “They?”

He nods, and you go quiet. He glances over at you as you just sit and stare out at the city. “Stop doin’ ‘at.”

“Doing what?”

“Blamin’ yourself,” he says, taking another long drag. You sigh. “I can’t help it,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “You can. Just takes time,” he responds. You scoff, “You’d think three years would be enough time.” You look out at his city. It’s so different from yours, but you can still see the beauty in it. And you can see the stars. None of the constellations of your world are here, but the sky is still beautiful. “If you need a place to crash, my couch is very comfortable and has your name written all over it,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “I should probably just go back to my universe–”

“No way. No dimension hopping under the influence,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “I had one hit,” you say, and he shrugs. “And one hit is enough for you to think you’re goin’ home only to end up in Peter Porker’s shower. You’re stayin’ here tonight.” You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m insufferable for watchin’ out for your well-bein’? Okay, sure.”

“I don’t need you to watch out for me. I don’t need anyone,” you hiss, and he scoffs. “Of course you don’t. Too good for everyone else.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“It was implied.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Like you wouldn’t say the same thing,” you say, and he shrugs. “You’re right. I would say I don’t need anyone, because I don’t. Especially not a miserable thing like you,” he says, and you frown. “Good.”

“Great.”

“Fuck you.”

The two of you just glare at each other for a bit before he flicks the butt of his joint off the building. “Goin’ to bed. See you tomorrow.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Shut up and follow me back to my place,” he says, getting up and walking down the building. You follow, yawning as you realize just how tired you are. When you get back inside Hobie’s place, he points at the couch. “Lay there, and don’t move until mornin’, got it?”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Amazin’. Just don’t wake me up, and I won’t give a fuck,” he says, walking into his bedroom and kicking his door shut. You roll your eyes and lay down on his couch. It’s actually surprisingly comfortable, and you find yourself actually dozing off faster than you anticipated. Hobie walks out of his room to get a drink of water and ready to fight you verbally again, only to see you passed out on his couch with literally no blanket or pillow.

He sighs, grabbing a throw blanket off his bed and gently placing it on top of you. In the morning, you wake up before everyone else. You notice the blanket, and know only one person could have done that, but you don’t feel like sticking around to say anything. You just go home. But before you do, you leave a little note saying, ‘didn’t need your sympathy, thanks but no thanks,’ and draw a little middle finger.

He’ll get the hint you appreciated it.

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hyperfixatedwriter · 11 months

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ATSV characters when they see their s/o dancing

Imagine “Silk and Cologne” playing at another rooftop party organised by Rio and Jeff. Everyone’s invited 😏

Miles Morales

You just KNOWWWW this Afro-Latino king is in the thick of the party dancing with you.

If it’s one of those rooftop parties organised by his parents, he would obviously keep it appropriate, at most holding your hips or shoulders.

In private or at a club in college, Miles would be obsessed keeping you as close to him as possible.

You two are that talented couple busting out all those midair flips and split-second twists.

And you know he has you blushing with your hips being flush with one another during the spicier songs (Silk and Cologne, anybody?)

But during the slower songs, Miles is more than content to rest his head on your shoulder, whispering sweet words to you about your perfume/cologne and how good you look.

His energy for dancing is addicting - even if you started being extremely shy, he would have converted you by the end of the first song.

Gwen Stacy

We’ve all seen her ITSV ballet shoes AND her father used to be in Visions Gymnastics. Her dancing skills are unmatched.

She may seem more reluctant to dance in front of everyone else, but if you say you want to dance with her, she is more than happy to show off her moves.

She’s fully grinning as you two swing each other around and somehow dance the same moves side by side.

She prefers to be lead than lead herself, but she trusts you completely.

During the slower songs, her head is resting on your chest or shoulder, and if you can crane your head down far enough, you can see a tiny smile on her lips.

Hobie Brown

Let’s be honest - Hobie would rather be the guitarist and/or hyping people up on stage.

Otherwise he is usually content watching you dance as he leans against the wall or table.

As much as he enjoys brainmelting rock metal, he would rather not be in the thick of a moshpit crowd.

But he is slightly more pliant for the smoother and softer songs, letting you pull him to the dance floor.

His hands gravitate towards your hips, an amused smirk meeting your happy grin.

He makes it a personal mission to murmur cheeky compliments in your ear as you dance, delighting when you shiver at his low voice.

He makes sure you stay hydrated and alert - he knows clubs can easily overwhelm someone so he makes sure you stay close to him.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr is game for any and all dancing. He’s the one in the center of any circle, busting out the most outrageous dances because he thrives on positive attention and hype.

But this South Asian king GLOWS when the song is a Mumbattan classic. He knows most of them by heart.

If you can match his moves, he would be OBSESSED.

With his energy levels, he is probably the one pulling and swinging you around, if you are used to it.

But he is also somehow perfectly in tune with your feelings and would carry you off to the nearest sofa the moment he notices you need a break.

When you two are dancing to the more romantic songs, he could make you blush with his loving gaze and blissful smile.

You can practically hear his internal screaming if you rest your head on his shoulder, and his arms would carefully wrap around your back, as if you are one of his Maya-Auntie’s prized teacups.

Miguel O’Hara

Poor Miguel towers over everyone else so he usually prefers to stay behind. But he wouldn’t stop you from dancing solo if that was what you wanted to do.

It takes quite a bit on convincing, but he might be open to taking on a couple of Irish and Mexican songs. (He would never admit he was listening to them just in case he wanted to impress you)

Once he loosens up, you can bet he is pulling you close, with his hands in your hips. His lips curled into a playful smirk especially if you start blushing.

His hands are the roaming type, taking sneaky squeezes when he can.

But the dancing felt most special when it was just you two. During the quieter nights, you would drop by his platform of an office. With soft music in the background, Miguel is more than happy to slow-dance with you.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #spiderverse miguel #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown

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gaybananabread · 6 months

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TickleTober Day 22 - Ticklish Kiss

I really wanted to do something for these two, they’re so wholesome and cute together! (>w<) I had something planned for them at the beginning of the month-ish, just never got around to writing it. I love writing for this fandom, the spiderkids make my brain happy. I hope everyone has had a great month, and that you Enjoy!

Lee: Pavitr

Ler: Gayatri

Summary: Pavitr was waiting for his girlfriend on the rooftop. It was a chillier day than normal in Mumbai, and Pavitr could do with some warming up. Gayatri helped out, but her warming affections have a tickly twist.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

The cool wind blew through Pavitr’s hair, sending goosebumps running down his neck and arms. It was 68 degrees outside, sure, but the temperature typically didn’t drop below 80. He wasn’t cold, but the young hero wished he had a jacket to go over his suit. The barefoot design was definitely coming back to haunt him…

A squeaking door interrupted his thoughts, his girlfriend joining him on the rooftop. Gayatri was beautiful as ever, wearing a thicker flannel jacket, dark top, purple jeans and a beanie. It took all the chilly teen had to not stare. He tried to sound smooth in his greeting, but his teeth chattered as he spoke. “H-hey girl. You l-look lovely.”

She laughed, the sound a wonderful symphony to Pav’s ears. He loved her smile, her laugh, her lips, her hair, her- “Pav, घाम, you’re staring.” She had to tease him, it was required of her as his girlfriend. She did, however, notice the shake of his voice. “Are you alright?”

A red hue lit up on his masked cheeks as she caught him. She was just so amazing; how could he not stare? “Sorry. And yes, I’m fine. Just…wishing the suit was a bit thicker.”

Gayatri couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cute predicament. She loved his intricate suit, even though it wasn’t the most practical. There was no way she was giving up her warm flannel, but she had another way to help. “It’s okay, I was teasing. Want me to warm you up?”

He nodded rapidly, knowing what she meant. “Yes please!” He had just breaked from patrol, and being suited up, the rooftops were really the only places they could hang out without getting caught. It was chilly, but it worked.

Okay, that was cute. Honestly, everything he did was cute. Gayatri moved to the edge of the rooftop, sitting right beside him. She pulled off his mask, watching the small hairs on his neck prickle in the cool air. Adorable. She pressed a few gentle kisses to his neck, her heart melting as he squeaked.

He bit his lip, trying to sit still and enjoy the kisses. He did scoot farther away from the edge of the roof, not wanting his girl to potentially fall. He would obviously catch her before anything happened, but why tempt fate? Her tickly lips made it awfully hard not to squirm, though…

“G-Gaya!” He didn’t protest, didn’t tell her to stop; just whined. She found that to be tooth-rottingly sweet. “What? I am just trying to warm my wonderful partner up.” The blush on his cheeks only deepened; she knew exactly what she was doing. She also knew how much he liked it.

Pushing her luck, she moved the kisses under his chin, trailing them back down to his neck. Pav squealed, his hands flying up to do something. He really didn’t want to push her away, though… The boy opted for grabbing her shoulders, drumming his feet on the ledge beneath him. Bright, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips, adding some warmth to the cooler fall air. “Gahayatrihihi! Nohot fahahair!”

Could the guy get any more adorable? She thought it so often, but it was true; Pavitr was the sweetest, cutest, most lovable person Gayatri had ever met. And his laughter? Freaking gorgeous. They were the same, in that way; they loved to see and hear each other be happy. Only Gayatri was a bit better at getting what she wanted. Wiggling fingers joined the kisses, gently scribbling at the base of his ribs.

Now that was just mean. He flopped around, trying his best not to push her. Pav wrapped his arms around his torso, scrunching up his shoulders as he tried to block out the tickles. The childish giggles turned to happy, bright laughter as he wiggled around. “Cohohome ohon! खिलना!”

“What? You have yet to stop me, Pavi. I think you might be enjoying yourself~” He whined through his laughter, grabbing onto her wrists. The young hero didn’t shove her hands away; he just refused to admit that she was right. As much as he hated to think it, she was helping. The heat from his blush and laughter had warmed him up, blocking out the slight chill.

His restraint died when he felt her hands travel to his stomach, her nails on his belly button. Pav squealed much louder than before, his laugh skyrocketing up several octaves. “GAHAYATRIHIHI! NOHOT THE TUHUMY!”

Gayatri laughed with him, finding the boisterous sound rather infectious. “But your tummy is my favorite! How can you ask me to move, घाम? So mean.”

He practically squawked, the indignant sound sending his girlfriend into a giggle fit. “Y-YOUHUHU AHARE THE OHONE BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!”

“Is it really mean if you enjoy it?” Her tone was as teasing as it was affectionate. Gayatri had long since discovered that Pav enjoyed that certain brand of affection. She had no problems with it; it was cute, if anything. The girl was more than happy to indulge him, and she had to admit, it was fun to see his reactions.

It was about time to stop at that point; his cheeks were burning, and he had to go back on patrols when they were done. Still, it just didn’t feel right to end their meet-up without a big finish. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in, blowing a raspberry on the exposed skin of his neck.

When I say he squealed, I mean that every street dog in a fifty-mile radius covered their ears. His neck wasn’t his worst spot, but combined with the belly tickles and general flustering atmosphere, it might as well have been. “NAHAHAHAHO! GAYATRIHIHI, PLEHEHASE! EHENOHOUGH!”

She stopped immediately, pulling him close and peppering his cheeks with little kisses. He giggled softly, still recovering as ghost tickles buzzed along his stomach and neck. Pav couldn't help but melt into the touch, practically going limp on her as he tried to catch his breath. It was, again, adorable.

“You really can’t get any cuter, can you?” Gayatri chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The spider boy loved it when she did that. “Y-youhu’re ehevil…"

"It warmed you up, did it not?" He groaned, but didn't deny it. She was right; he was definitely worth warm, though that could be attributed to the blush on his face or fuzzy feeling in his chest. Either way, it worked.

Suddenly, Pavitr felt his spider sense go off. From a few hundred yards away, a loud crash sounded, followed by sirens and screaming. He collected himself almost immediately, adrenaline and concern replacing the giddy buzz. Another villain to deal with.

"लानत… Gayatri, I'm sorry-" Before he could guilt himself, the other teen cut him off with a kiss. Pav's eyes widened before he kissed her back, savoring the quick yet loving moment. "Go. Those people need your help. Meet you at your Maya Aunty's?"

What did he ever do to deserve a girl like her? The understanding was instant, and she never took it personally. "Absolutely. Be back in a moment, जानू."

With that, he pulled his mask back on, giving her one last hug before leaping off the building. Gayatri watched as he slid off his bangles, flipping around as he raced to the scene.

She loved him so much, but she knew that he needed to do it. If he didn't, who would? When he returned that evening, she would be waiting for him, a cup of chai and a loving pair of arms at the ready. Maybe another ticklish kiss or two as well…

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Through the Spider-Verse: Chapter 3- Making Friends

As she watched everyone talk excitedly, Jess hummed and she walked off. Polina tilted her head and she glanced at the others. They were busy talking among themselves so she decided to follow Jess.

The woman figured she was being followed but didn't say anything just yet as she walked to the bridge part of the HQ.

Jess walked into the bridge and Polina quickly slid through the doors before she hid in the corner of the room.

"Miguel, we need to talk," Jess said, crossing her arms.

Polina watched from her hiding spot as Jess confronted Miguel in the bridge. She couldn't help but be curious about what they needed to discuss. She held her breath, listening intently.

Miguel raised an eyebrow and turned to face Jess. "What's the matter, Jess? Is something wrong?"

Jess sighed, her expression grave. "It's about Polina. I've been helping Gwen train her, and to help her control her powers. But lately, I can sense something... off about her."

Miguel's eyes narrowed as he considered Jess's words. "Off? In what way? Are her powers unstable?"

Jess nodded. "Yes, that's part of it. But it's more than that. It's like there's something dark lurking within her. Something she's not even aware of."

Miguel's concern deepened. "What are you saying? Are you suggesting she could be a threat?"

Jess shook her head. "I don't know for sure. But I think we need to keep a close eye on her. There's too much at stake. We can't afford to take any risks."

Polina's heart raced as she listened to the conversation. She had no idea that there were doubts about her, and the mention of a hidden darkness within her sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to speak up, to defend herself, but fear held her tongue.

"I'll keep an eye on her," Miguel said finally, his voice filled with determination. "If there's anything unusual or dangerous, I'll intervene."

Jess nodded, her expression serious. "Good. We can't let anything jeopardize our mission or the safety of this Earth. We need to protect it at all costs."

Polina felt a mix of emotions - fear, confusion, but also determination. She knew she had to prove herself, show them that she was not a threat. She silently made a promise to herself that she would control her powers and prove her worth to the Spider Society.

As the conversation between Jess and Miguel continued, Polina quietly slipped away from her hiding spot. She knew she needed to contemplate what she had heard and make a plan to address their concerns. She would prove to them that she was not a danger and that she could be trusted.

Polina walked down the hallway as she started to get lost in her thoughts.

"Polina?" She stopped and looked at Miles and Gwen.

"You okay?" Gwen asked. "Yeah," Polina replied with a nod. A part of her wanted to tell them about what she had heard but she didn't want them to get in trouble.

"Just decided to explore a bit," she said, giving them a smile, "you know me."

Miles chuckled and ruffled her hair. She squeaked and swatted his hand away. Gwen and Pavitr laughed softly.

Hobie chuckled.

"So... how long have you been around in the HQ, kiddo?" Peter B. asked, looking at Paige.

"Well... this is obviously my second time here," she replied with a nervous smile and she looked at Gwen, "Gwen and Jess have been helping me with my powers."

Miles gave a dramatic gasp as he looked at Gwen, "and you never told me?"

"Oh come on, we spend time together, you big goof," she laughed as she wrapped her arms around Miles and he laughed too and kissed her forehead.

"Aww," a few other Spider-People cooed and the two blushed. Mayday giggled, clapping her hands.

Polina chuckled and she sighed softly, wrapping her arms around herself.

Miles and Gwen looked at her. She squeaked when they pulled her into the hug and kissed her temples.

She blushed and squeaked, her face turning red.

Deep down, she had feelings for both Gwen and Miles but she didn't want to get in the way of their relationship. Especially when she saw how happy they looked.

But what she didn't know what was that they were eager to bring her into their little love circle.

And they did it by pulling loving stunts like this one.

Hobie snickered and Polina blushed more as she covered her face.

Pavitr smiled. Polina grumbled before she cleared her throat and looked at Peter B.

"Um, sorry about that. I think they were just trying to make me feel included," Polina said, trying to regain her composure. "So, Peter B., what were you going to ask?"

"Well what's your world like?" Peter B. asked curiously, "since you live on Earth-777, Gwen told me that your mom is a nurse."

Polina nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Yes, that's right. My mom is a nurse back home. My world is similar to this one in many ways, but there are also some differences. For starters, the existence of superheroes is not as widespread as it is here. We don't have a Spider Society or a team of Spider-People like you all. Instead, there are just a few select heroes who protect our city."

She paused for a moment, thinking about how best to describe her world. "There's a lot of crime and corruption, unfortunately. The city can be a dangerous place to live, which is part of the reason why I was drawn to Gwen and the Spider Society. I wanted to do my part to make a difference, to help keep people safe."

Polina looked around at the group, her gaze lingering on Gwen and Miles. "And I'm grateful to have found this amazing group of Spider-People here. They've been teaching me how to control my powers and showing me what it means to be a hero. It's been an incredible experience so far."

Peter B. nodded, absorbing the information. "Sounds like a tough world to live in. But it's great that you're finding your place here with us. We're all here to support and help each other. And with your unique perspective, I'm sure you'll bring something valuable to the team."

Polina felt a surge of gratitude at Peter B.'s words. It was reassuring to know that she was accepted and valued among them. She smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Peter B. I really appreciate that. I'm excited to see what we can accomplish together."

The conversation continued as the group got to know each other better, with Polina feeling a renewed sense of purpose and determination. She was determined to prove herself to Jess, Miguel, and the rest of the Spider Society, and to show them that she could be relied upon. With the support of her newfound friends, she knew anything was possible.

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