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First artwork to show off! The very first ever art pieces I had ever gotten of Leo, and the official moment I considered myself a Furry. ::3
"Who says a Spider cannot be of presentable taste? Leo certainly aims to prove that theory wrong." ::B
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(Originally uploaded to FA on the 12/10/2018)
These were done by my friend SwirlwindSilverstar! You can check them out here over on their Twitter through this link here! ---> https://twitter.com/WindySilverstar
Though I don't think they really use it anymore, unfortunately… ..w..;;;
Admittedly they are someone I haven't spoken to in a very long time, so I hope that they've been doing okay and still doing art cause they do some great work. ^^
This'll be the first of many more art pieces to come in the next few days! ::3
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But anyway! To provide some context behind these pieces and how they came to be. Some of yous may have heard this story before, but to explain it for those who may not know…
Back in 2018, I was already starting to feel a slow attachment to furry stuff. I had a lot of sympathy for furs cause of the bs that they would deal with from arseholes and the like, and just how extreme it got (Most notably the hotel gas attack at Midwest Furfest in 2014.).
Soon enough I came across the subreddit r/Furry_IRL back when I use to browse reddit pretty regularly. There I saw what appeared to be this sort of self-awareness and embrace of cringe, which included heaps of irony in the process. It made things a lot more charming cause it felt as if Furries were getting a lot bolder despite the years of attacks, harassment, etc. They dealt with it, and at the same, there was a vibe that made me feel people were more accepting, no matter how weird you got. At the time I was pretty alone, got bullied a lot, and in typical fashion, this was the group I gravitated to more over time.
I should add I do know now the more negative connotation that subreddit gives, and honestly, I have a lot of critiques as well. But at the time, this was just an important thing for me where I felt like I had no other group to be with.
Around October, I was in a voice call on Discord with two friends which included Igloo9201 (Nickname them Iggzy. ::B) and Silverstar. I believe I was sharing some of the memes I came across, and we were all joking about becoming furries and all. I had no plans at that point, but we were all poking each other and being dorks about it.
I was eventually asked the inevitable question though that changed the course of my life by Silverstar…
"Hey TAGG. If you had to pick a sona, what would you choose?"
I had to think! Spider wasn't my first thought at the time, and I was actually thinking at first a Kangaroo, just cause it was a main Australian animal, but at the same time I was reading this Manga called "I am a Spider, So What?", with a main character with a very self-explanatory thing about them. ::B
As you can see from their design, I found them extremely cute and at that point, I hadn't really seen any designs of spiders like this that weren't just meant to be evil. So it felt like it could be nice to go for a species that you probably wouldn't expect, even if it was a contribution to the #1 phobia that people have. ::B
I think at this time I was also getting interested in Peacock Spiders, I was fascinated by their peculiar dance-y behaviour. Obviously was meant for mating, they still had such an interesting personality that it really grew on me. Learning how basically they were all harmless on top of that really made them jump in my mind especially.
As a result, my answer was obvious. Cut to some time into the call, I am surprised by the drawings Silverstar did, and on the same day, I ended up making a Furaffinity account with them.
At that point, the rest was history!
It was a fun end result of everything, I love seeing how much Leo evolved from here. There hasn't been too many obvious changes, outside of him eventually being more based on the Sparklemuffin Spider I soon discovered some time after getting Leo.
The biggest differences that do stand out at least is his body being more like a harder looking shell, compared to the fur covering him all over. His abdomen is a lot more flatter than more rounder in shape. There's also a lot less head hair as well, and most notably his the number of eyes were the biggest change as well, which you will see in a lot of these art pieces I like to call "The Prototype" versions of Leo. ::B
I do feel like I need to do more stuff with Leo in a suit, it was a fun thing I miss doing especially since it tied with the intended "He will get in whatever fit if it means he will get to dance" characteristic I thought up at the time. It was also kind of a thing that was a reference to one of my old as heck usernames, which was on a bit of the embarrassing side, but eh, got to repurpose through this. XXD
I still really appreciate Silverstar for the art, I still hold these pieces fondly in my heart, and grateful of both them and Iggzy for what they did on that day that got me into being a furry and getting my spidey self! Heck they probably are the reason I kind of found out a lot more about myself, being asexual/panromantic, finding new folks, etc. A true butterfly effect. ::P
Here's to many more years ahead! ^^w^^
Also, bonus rough sketch that Silverstar did before getting the final art pieces done. A lot more Miss Muffet from Undertale inspired here. ::B
#Leonardo Spinnington - The Sparklemuffin Spider#art I got (Commissions|Gifts|Trades|Etc.)#spidey ramble moments
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spider-man: homecoming is my ultimate comfort movie
#i’ve had a really shitty day#and a really shitty week in general#so i put sm: hoco on tonight and it was like an instant mood booster#i remember it came during a really crappy part of my life too#and going to see it at the time was such like an escapism moment#it just really holds a special place in my heart#it’s my favourite spidey movie#like maybe it’s not the best ~objectively~ or whatever#but I love it it brings me joy i love what tom brings to the role so it’s my favourite#spider man: homecoming#ramblings
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It’s All Written Down [Part 1]
Hobie Brown x Spidey!F!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Miguel being a prick, protective Hobie
—> [Part 2]
Summary: Due to your silent nature, you haven’t been the best at bonding with people. Miguel and Jess decided to give you a chance due to your skills. But as time passes, and the only person you warm up to is Hobie, Miguel’s patience grows thin and he decides to hold a meeting, without you, to make the call that you can’t be a part of the team anymore. You end up overhearing them and decide to make it easier by just listening to Miguel… and leaving.
Hobie should’ve known something was off when you weren’t at the meeting. He thought you might be late but even that was a stretch knowing you. It seemed that he was the only one who really knew you, no one else picking up on your disappearance.
You’d always been a ‘lone wolf’ of sorts… not because you wanted to be, but because you weren’t the type to really approach people, or even open up to them. You’d always learned that being quiet kept you out of trouble, it also kept you out of people’s hair.
Hobie picked up on it the moment you joined, you hadn’t taken your mask off once the day you arrived, it immediately intrigued him. He ended up commenting “love that anti-establishment vibe ya got, all going against the grain by not showing your face to these A tier strangers. I like it” you only gave a small nod, that was all it took for him to become fascinated by you.
He’d run up to you whenever he saw you at HQ, rambling on about his most recent demonstration or performance. He didn’t expect a response, rather liking how you’d only nod your head or let out short laughs when he cracked a joke. “Nah, I can only tell you this stuff, seeing as Miguel would get all on my ass bout it” when he hears your soft laugh he grins.
“Was that a laugh? Eh?” When you ignore him, and glance away he just pokes at your arm. “I know ya got your mask on but I can tell you’re grinnin” you try to nudge him away playfully, “you can’t tell nothing” but he continues to poke at you before throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I can read you like a book” He was right, you were smiling… the fact that he knew only made you smile more.
You’d have never expected Hobie to be so warm to you. Your silent and curt nature often pushed others away, thinking you were narcissistic or self-centered, or even just straight up strange. But not Hobie, he’d welcomed you with open arms, not trying to change you, or make fun of you. He made you feel safe.
After the first month, you began to spend more nights in Hobie’s dimension, killing time together, simply enjoying each others company. And one day, as you both decided to knock out for the night, you took off you mask right in front of him. Freezing immediately as you did. He hadn’t seen your face yet, no one in the team had.
When you began to stay over, he had made you a little sign to put on the door handle of his guest room which read “Mask off, so fuck off”. It made you giggle when he gave it to you and he just shrugged. “Wanna make you feel comfortable Briney Marlin, especially if you plan on crashing here more often” you found the act endearing.
“Briney Marlin?” You tilt your head and he just smiles at you. “It’s cockney love. For darlin’… is it alright if I call you that?” You think for a moment but nod “I don’t mind Marlin” and from then on that was his little nickname for you, you liked it cause it was unique… and cause it was from him.
But now, there you stood, mask in hands, eyes looking down at it. You look at Hobie’s figure lying on his bed with wide eyes, his eyes still focused on the guitar in his lap, he wasn’t even looking at you. You don’t speak, so he does. “I haven’t seen a thing yet Marlin… you can still put it back on” those words warmed your heart, you pause for a moment, thinking over his offer, but decide otherwise, shaking your head slightly and smiling.
“No. That’s alright” at those words he looks up at you, his eyes focusing on your features, he then gives you a reassuring smile. “Well aren’t you just ravishing love” he said it in a tone which made your face heat, but there was still a platonic nature to it. Letting you know that he wasn’t going to make a big fuss over this.
After that, you never wore your mask in Hobie’s place, enjoying that it was only in his company that you feel comfortable enough to do it. Over the three months you’ve been with the team, you bonded the most with Hobie, you became practically inseparable at HQ and the more comfortable you got with him, you slowly became more comfortable with the others.
You did a lot of missions together, getting to know the team more, specifically Gwen and Pavitr, seeing as they both knew Hobie in a similar way you did. Although, it did warm your heart how often Hobie would choose to walk with you, even if it was just to ramble to you about his life.
However you still didn’t open up to them about your life outside of your spider-persona. They didn’t seem to have any problems with you, just happy to hear your voice more and seeing you become more confident in taking action during the missions. You really didn’t think there were any problems with your secrecy.
That was… until todays meeting. You were at Hobie’s place, fidgeting with a small tennis ball he kept somewhere among the mess of clothes, stolen gadgets, and music gear. You had no clue where he was, you hadn’t gotten any info about a meeting at HQ and just thought he was out. Even though he usually told you when he was.
Back at HQ, everyone stood around waiting until Miguel finally walked in. “Perfect. Everyone’s here” he says before standing at the front, hands on his hips. Before he can begin, Hobie speaks up. “Oi, wait a sec, Marlin isn’t here, I’ll call her over” he goes to pull out his phone but stops when Miguel speaks “No. She’s not a part of this meeting”
Everyone looks at Miguel now, brows furrowed before exchanging glances with one another. “What d’you mean by that?” Hobie tried to hide his growing unease, not liking the tense mood shift in the air. Miguel just lets out a long breath, Jess butting in with a hushed voice. “Told you they aren’t gonna like this…”
“They don’t even know what ‘this’ is” Miguel retorts back. Hobie then steps forward, closer to the front, closer to Miguel. “And I already don’t like it… seeing as it doesn’t involve our lil Marlin” Miguel brings a hand up, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Just hear me out. Then we’ll discuss it.” At that Hobie just nods as a sign for him to explain. The others moving in closer, curiosity growing as more silence fills the room.
You sigh, checking the time again, feeling as if it was passing slower. You sit up on the bed, tapping your fingers on the bedsheets impatiently. You finally stand up and decide to look for Hobie. “Maybe he got hung up at HQ…” you think to yourself, using your watch gizmo to open up a portal to it. Stepping through it.
As you walk through HQ, greeting a few other spider-people with a kind nod or short wave. You ask a few of them if they’ve seen Hobie. Most of them shake their heads before one finally points to the main room where Miguel usually is. You thank them then continue walking.
As you walk closer to the main room, you hear raised voices, quieting your footsteps. “That’s not fair to her Miguel!” Gwen’s voice sounds frustrated, and you can then hear Miguel’s stern one. “It’s the best move for everyone. You can’t deny her lack of communication skills” your brows furrow as you begin to wonder why you weren’t invited to this meeting.
“Doesn’t make her any less valuable” your ears perk up at Hobie’s voice. You’ve never heard him talk like this, his tone serious and hostile, as you peeked your head around you saw his expression was full of rage. “I’m sorry Hobie but your ‘Marlin’ just isn’t fit for this work” that’s when you step back in shock, realizing they were talking about you.
“What, just because she doesn’t like to run her mouth?” You watch as Miles also steps in, feeling your heart warm at everyone standing up for you. Peter then tries to calm everyone down with a soft voice “Miguel just listen to them… you can’t make such a rash decision for her. I’m guessing she doesn’t even know about this?” Miguel’s silence tells him everything he needs to know.
“That sounds about right. You’re being a right prick… and you don’t even seem apologetic for it!” Hobie raises his voice which causes everyone to look at him, shocked. Expect Miguel, whose expression only becomes more stern as he tilts his head up looking down at the Brit.
“You’re right, I’m not. But don’t worry, she’ll get a choice… either she does solo missions or she leaves” you take another step back, fully grasping the situation. The voices of the others begin to fade out as you start to get caught up in your thoughts.
“Miguel you can’t put that much on her… she only joined 3 months ago, you really think she’ll manage on her own?” Peter speaks with his voice laced in concern, Miguel looks at him, expression reading indifference. “That’s up to her. Do you think she’ll manage on her own?”
Everyone goes silent. Not because they don’t think you’re capable, but because they don’t know how to respond. That is until Hobie speaks up. “She’d manage just fine, but we both know she’s built to work in a team, solo missions are too much pressure” Miguel then shrugs and simply says “Well… then maybe she should choose option two”
Those are the final words you hear before you decide to run off, opening a portal back to Hobie’s apartment. You jump through and then stumble before sitting down on the bed. You try to control your breathing, feeling as if your heart was beating out of your chest. You take off your mask, hoping it would help.
‘Maybe she should choose option two…’ Miguel’s words ring in your mind. As much as you wanted to deny it, you thought he was right. You weren’t ready to work solo, the idea of trying to contain an anomaly all by yourself? You weren’t ready for that. You realize that this is exactly what Miguel wanted…
He knew you wouldn’t be ready to complete missions by yourself, so he gave you only one other option. To leave. You quickly search the room, finding a pen and paper and began to write something down. Trying to find the right words… the right way to say goodbye. To you, the only thing that was worse then this, would be saying goodbye to Hobie’s face.
Hobie stood face to face with Miguel, their foreheads practically touching, the others swear sparks could be seen between their heads. “Back down you old Geezer…” Hobie smirked as he spoke, wanting to get under Miguel’s skin. He knew he succeeded as he watches him bare his teeth as a low growl can be heard in his throat.
That’s when Peter steps in, putting both his hands on Miguel’s chest, meanwhile Pavitr begins to pull Hobie away as well. “Both of you… relax. This decision isn’t even final until we talk to her about it. I’m sure we’ll figure something out” his tone is calm but cautious, not wanting to upset either of them.
Gwen nods in agreement. Pavitr gently pats Hobie’s shoulder trying to get him to calm down. Hobie then shrugs off Pavitr’s touch, and then puts his hands in his pockets. “You were never on her side…” he scowls towards Miguel before walking off. Ignoring the calls of his friends from behind him.
He opens up a portal back to his place, feeling his body relax slightly as he steps through. He places his guitar against the wall and looks around. “Marlin? Ya there?” He calls out to you, but hears nothing. He throws his mask onto his bed, his brows furrow as he spots a note next to where it landed.
He picks it up and immediately recognizes your hand writing, he feels his breath catch in his throat as he begins to read it. He slowly moves to sit down on the bed, gripping the note tighter the more he reads.
Dear Hobie,
I choose option two. I hope you’re not mad at me… I can’t bear the idea of you remembering me in anger. I just couldn’t tell you this to your face. I went looking for you and then overheard your meeting with the others… I understand why you guys didn’t invite me. I’m not fit to be a part of this team. You’re the only one I really trust, the only person who I comfortable enough with to drop my spider-persona around… I can’t thank you enough for that. Please don’t look for me, I did what I had to do, but couldn’t leave without finding some way of saying goodbye. So here’s it is… all written down. Goodbye Hobie… I’ll miss you.
Your Marlin.
Once he read it all he curses under his breathe, then notices your watch next to him on the bed. He picks it up, recognizing the small customizations you both put on the band together. The way it matched his own. It made him smile at the memory but then he felt grief all over again.
He grabs his mask, putting it on hastily before pocketing both the note and your watch. “Where did you go Marlin… you’re not leaving me that easily” he jumps out of his window and swings off into the night.
#konigenblobbity#fanfiction#fanfic#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown#hobie x reader#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse fanfic#across the spiderverse hobie#hobie spiderverse
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Supportive Friend
Warnings: G!P Reader, WandaNat X Reader (Platonic), Description of Injury, Bullying, Self depreciation, Panicked Peter Parker, Best Friend Peter Parker, Angst, Fluff and Humour.
"Miss Wanda! Miss Natasha!" Peter runs through the halls of the compound stopping at every door to open it, taking a look in trying to find the couple. He didn't care if he interrupted importing meetings or not, what was important is he found the two of them.
"Miss Wanda! Miss Natasha!" He slides along the shared kitchen floor, catching himself on the counter to stop himself finally having found the two of them. Natasha was standing behind Wanda with her arms wrapped around her waist while the Sokovian cooked for the two of them.
"What's wrong Pete?" Natasha removes herself from Wanda, quietly making her way in front of Peter who is waving his hands frantically as he tries and regulates his breathing.
"Pete, I need you to breathe and tell me what's going on bud." Wanda had moved the pan she was using onto a different hob, turning the cooker off as she gently cups the boy's cheeks to get him to look at her. "In and out Pete. What's got you in such a panic?"
"It's….it's...I…." Peter is sucking in harsh breaths working himself up as he tries to tell the two women what's going on. "It's Y/n."
"What about Y/n?" Natasha and Wanda are both as concerned as each other, never seeing Peter as panicked as this and it having something to do with you made them panic.
"She….help…" Peter couldn't say anything more, instead choosing to grab the women's hands and start leading them to his room.
The moment the door opens they both gasp at the sight of your bloody and beaten face, struggling to take your own top off. Wincing with every little movement you made. The sound of the door hitting the wall makes you jump, moving further away from where the sound came from as your eyes close tightly shut cowering away from the people who have just entered.
"She won't let me help." Peter looks down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers. "Can you please help her?"
"Of course we can Pete." Wanda places her hands on the boy's shoulders gently guiding him out of the room as Natasha stays frozen to the spot, her eyes glossing over at the sight of you in front of her.
"Please help her Miss Wanda." Wanda nods quickly, bringing a hand up to cup the boy's face.
"We will, I promise but I need to know what happened." Wanda's voice is gentle with no sign of anger towards Peter and he visibly relaxes when he realises he is not in trouble.
"She...she. Flash was being flash and had stolen some of my worksheets. You see I do some of my work for my spidey suit at school, I have permission from Mr Stark to take the work with me, and flash ripped it from my hands at lunch and ripped it up. Y/n, she, uh, she pushed him and told him to pick on someone his own size. I mean she isn't that much taller than me so that sentence doesn't actually mean anything."
"Peter, you're rambling." Wanda smiles a little knowing that Peter can ramble for days if you don't stop him.
"Sorry Miss Wanda." He bows his head, but Wanda pulls him into a hug knowing he most definitely needs one.
"So tell me again. What happened?"
"She pushed him. He, uh fell, but he was quick to get back up and try to hit her. Of course no one knows she is an avenger so when she caught his fist it made him even more angry. She shoved him back down, grabbed my hand and led me out of the cafeteria. I thought that was the end of it. But after our last class today when we were just about to walk down the stairs, Flash came running up behind us and pushed her. She fell down the stairs Miss Wanda. She hit the wall a few times and the metal of the bannister. She hit the ground hard, Flash took advantage and got a few kicks to her face and stomach, shouting about how she had embarrassed him in front of everyone. She just let him hit her, she didn’t even try to fight back and me and some other students had to pull him off of her. I had to get MJ and Ned to help me bring her to the car, she could hardly hold up her own body weight. I, I, there was so much blood from her nose Mr Stark is going to kill me. It's all over the back seat."
"No he won't. You were helping a friend. Thank you Pete. Why don't you head to her room and get yourself cleaned up. I will come and get you when we are done here." Peter nods quickly before looking up at Wanda with fresh tears in his eyes.
"She would let us help. We got her to the car but as soon as we went to see her injuries she pushed us away. Why won't she let me help her, Miss Wanda?" Wanda looks down at the boy sympathetically.
"I can't answer that one for you Pete. Maybe you need to have a chat with her once she is all healed." He nods before quickly giving Wanda another hug before walking away and heading to Y/n's room, while Wanda re enters Peter's room closing and locking the door behind her.
"I've got you, arms up slowly for me." Wanda turns to see Natasha helping to take your top off for you. Your eyes are closed as you slowly lift your arms just above your head as Natasha’s hands guide the thin shirt off your body, chucking it to the floor behind her but deciding to keep your sports bra on.
"Hurts." Your voice cracks as your leg bounces up and down trying to distract yourself from the pain, as Natasha’s fingers trace the cuts and bruises on your face before moving down to your torso.
"I know honey, I know but I've got your top off now we can assess your injuries." Natasha turns her head to look at Wanda with worry filling her features. “Can you sit behind her Wanda, to support her while I do this?”
“Mhmm.” Wanda slowly moves into the bed, sitting herself behind you, sitting on her calves as she gently pulls your body back to rest against hers. Her arms rubbing up and down your arms to try and give you any form of comfort. “She fell down the stairs Tasha.”
“Okay. uhm.” Natasha clears her throat trying to stop herself from crying when she places her hand on your bruised ribs and sees your body flinching away from her. “Honey, I'm going to have to take your pants off too, so I can see if there are any injuries to your legs. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” It comes out as a whisper as you turn your head to hide it in the crook of Wanda’s neck as Natsha slowly and with all the care in the world takes your pants off for you.
“Oh, honey.” Wanda takes a quick glance down to your body and legs, a few tears building in her eyes when she sees the multitude of bruises on your ribs, stomach and legs. “Okay, I don't see any deep cuts, just a lot of bruising. I'm going to use some cream that will help with the swelling and bruising okay?”
"Nice boxers." You laugh as Wanda points out what's printed on your boxer, wincing slightly as you laugh.
"Don't make me laugh, it hurts. I'm just trying to be a supportive friend." You shrug as Wanda giggles.
"Well I'm sure Peter would be flattered to know you wear spiderman boxers." You huff out a small laugh before looking at the older woman behind you.
“I'm sorry, I just got so mad.” You choke out as you finally let the sob you have been holding back escape.
“Oh sweet girl you have nothing to be sorry for.” Wanda wraps her arms around your shoulders, making sure to avoid any bruises as she gently pulls your body closer to hers.
“I shouldn’t have pushed him. You told me to never let my anger get the better of me, and I did. I’m sorry Wanda.” Wanda shakes her head lightly bringing her hand to your face to tilt your head to look at her, as Natasha leaves the room to grab what she needs.
“Sweet girl, you were defending your friend. You did nothing wrong. We are not mad at you, we just hate seeing you get hurt. Peter is really worried about you, and I'm sure MJ and Ned are too. He said you didn't let them help.” You shake your head biting at your lip. “You’ve not told them.”
“No. They will think I'm a freak and then I will have no one left and I will be all alone. It’s better that they don’t know. They would hate me.”
“Don’t talk about yourself like that, you are not a freak. You are unique, it makes you a 1 in a million and there is nothing wrong with it. If you don’t want to tell him that's fine, but I don't think he will hate you. I don’t think any of them will.” You snuggle into Wanda more, the older Sokovian being like an older sister to you from the moment you joined the avengers a few years ago after Natasha had rescued you from the red room with Yelena’s help.
You remember the day she found out about you being intersex. You had been changing after just getting out of the shower trying to relax after a training session. Usually you are more careful about changing, making sure to get a private cubicle. But on this one day all of the cubicles were taken, and you thought if you were quick enough no one would walk in while getting changed in the public changing room. Well you were wrong because the moment you pulled your boxers down Wanda came strolling into the room with her gym bag slung over her shoulder.
You weren’t quick enough to grab your towel and put it in front of you, and when you heard Wanda’s bag drop to the floor and her apologise over and over again for walking in without making sure no one was already in the changing room. It wasn’t that Wanda cared if people got changed in front of her, that's why there were a few different changing rooms so people could decide where to get changed. It was more the fact she knew you used the private ones and she had now discovered the reason why. What surprised Wanda the most was the way you had managed to quickly get changed, the only indicator it was safe for there to turn around was when you walked past her muttering an apology.
You avoided Wanda like the plague after the incident, fully expecting her to turn around and call you a freak and every other name under the sun. whenever she entered a room, you left, whenever she tried talking to you during team bonding you kept your answers short and avoided eye contact. It got so bad that she stopped trying to talk to you and assumed that because she had walked in on you, that you found a disliking for her.
You felt bad because you and Wanda had become so close. The incident happened only 6 months after joining the Avengers programme, Natasha having helped you get settled. It was never a secret that you and Natasha were like siblings, and that you only ever felt comfortable doing anything during team bonding with her. It was also not a secret that her and Wanda were a couple. When it wasn't you snuggled into Natasha it was Wanda. You and Wanda had talked a couple of times here and there but nothing more than small talk.
Until one night you had a nightmare. You went straight to Natasha's room, knocking softly as you held in a sob but allowed the tears to flow. When Wanda was the one to answer the door you wiped your tears away trying to pretend nothing was wrong but of course she had caught you crying. She let you know Natasha had been called on an emergency mission but you were more than welcome to come in. It took you a few seconds to step into the room, and when you did you broke down the nightmare replaying over and over again. Wanda pulled you into a tight embrace, moving the both of you over to the bed where she lowered you both into. She held you, sang sokovian lullabies to you until you fell asleep. She stayed up to make sure you were okay.
And now she was your other sister, just like Natasha. You didn't trust anyone more than them. They were your people.
So when you started avoiding Wanda, they both noticed.
It wasn’t until you were pinned against the wall by her girlfriend, the one and only and highly terrifying black widow that you revealed the truth. Natasha knew of your not so little friend, having many a mission with you where you had to be patched up and you only trusted her to do so. So when you told her that you didn’t want Wanda to think of you as a freak, she hit you around the back of the head calling you an idiot, dragged you down to her and Wanda’s shared room and locked the both of you in until you talked it out.
“Your thoughts are loud sweet girl.” You giggle into Wanda’s shoulders with a shrug.
“Sorry. You really think Peter will be okay with it if I tell him.”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself.” You sit up straight, the sudden movement causing you to hiss in pain as you bring your hands to your ribs, your eyes looking in the doorway where you see Natasha standing with a very timid Peter. He has his hands over his eyes and his back turned to you.
“Peter, you can look. I'm still in my bra and underwear.” He turns around peeking through the gaps in his fingers letting out a breath when he sees you telling the truth. You and Peter had become quite comfortable with one another, you usually training in a sports bra and leggings so it isn’t anything new to the two of you. Apart from the fact he had never seen you without pants or some form of legging his eyes travel down a quick second, before quickly flicking up to look you in the eye.
“How are you feeling honey?” Natasha was the first one to break the silence that had taken over the room, you giving her a tight lipped smile and a small nod in reply. She waves the cream in her hand as she walks towards you. “Do you want me to do it, or have you got it?”
“Pete.” Your voice is quiet but your friend takes a step forward. “Can you do it? And I will explain everything as you do?”
“Yes, of course. Uhm, only if you're sure.” he takes a step towards you fiddling with his fingers.
“I wouldn't have asked if I wasnt.” he quickly nods giving a small thanks to Natasha when she hands the cream off.
“Get Friday to come and get us if you need anything okay.” Wanda stands up, joining Natasha’s side as they both prepare to leave you and Peter to talk.
“I will. Thank you, both of you.”
“Yes thank you Miss Wanda and you Miss Natasha. I didn’t know who else to go to.” He rubs the back of his head nervously as you let out a small giggle.
“How many times have they told you Pete to just call them Wanda and Nat.” he quickly nods, giving the two women a shy smile.
“Right, sorry. Thank you Miss, uh, Wanda and Nat.” They both giggle before turning to you in silent question and when you give them a small nod they turn to make their way out of the room closing the door behind them.
They stay at the door for a few seconds to make sure you are both going to be okay, both of them laughing when they hear Peter’s voice go up in pitch when he asks you why you have his Spider-man Boxers on.
“They’re comfy. And they’re mine not yours.” Wanda and Nat decide they don’t need to be there anymore, leaving the two of you to talk as they head down the hallway to the shared kitchen to finish making the food that had long been forgotten.
“You have a what?!” Is the last thing they hear echoing down the hallway both with silly smiles on their faces.
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gnt do ceu, fico tao feliz de encontrar outro br 😍😍
poderia pedir miguel x reader, em q a lyla percebe q ele gosta do reader e ela tenta dar um jeitinho p ajudar o miguel
enfim oq só as melhores i.a podem fazer😉
˚‧⁺.-"All you need is to be struck by one of Cupid's arrows"
↳ summary: Miguel lives in denial about his little crush, so Lyla is forced to help.
↳ characters: Miguel O'Hara
↳ Gn! Spidey Reader
↳ notes: another brazilian? I didn't think I'd find another one, but it's a pleasant surprise. we must stick together 💪Honestly, I don't have much confidence in my writing, but I hope you like it and thanks for asking.
Miguel was in love and it was obvious. At least for Lyla. He occasionally glared at you, looked like an abandoned puppy when you left, and was absolutely more than willing to do anything you asked.
What irritated Lyla the most was that he never had the nerve to ask you out. Come up to you and ask for a mission report? That was easy for Miguel. Send you on a complicated mission? Pft, he did that almost all the time. But simply asking you out? He had no idea how to do this, not that he planned to do that.
She couldn't take Miguel anymore with the face of a dog that fell off a moving truck when you're not around. It wasn't hard to ask you out. If Miguel didn't do it, she would do it for him herself. Deciding to change that, Lyla started checking Miguel's schedule and your own. Lyla smiled when she found a vague moment in common in the two schedules. Now, it was simple. All Lyla had to do was make a date and everything would be fine.
Miguel was confused when he got a notification from his schedule saying he had an event in two hours. He was pretty sure he didn't have any other meetings that day.
As soon as he checked his calendar and saw that he had an appointment with you, he panicked and called Lyla, demanding an answer.
"Lyla, what does that mean? You take care of my schedule and I never set up this meeting." His heart was beating fast now. A date with you? This could only be a joke.
Lyla materialized beside Miguel and glared at him with a mischievous smile before speaking. "That's exactly what you saw, boss. You have this meeting in two hours. You better start getting ready and maybe even buy some gifts. People like presents, you know?"
"But I never scheduled this meeting!" Miguel looked at Lyla with a mixture of anger, despair, and confusion. "Exactly why I, your amazing assistant, did this for you. If it were up to you, you would be stranded for the rest of your life."
"I never gave you permission to do this-" "But now it's done. At this point, the calendar notification has arrived and has probably already been read. There's no way to stop it anymore. And since I'm a very generous assistant, I'll help you get dressed for your first date with your crush."
At this point, he was mortified not knowing how to respond. He would never have expected to go on a date like this. Miguel didn't answer anything and just stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Don't worry boss, you'll thank me later. Oh, and the appointment I made is in earth 57, at that restaurant you like to go to. I made a reservation in your name."
After taking a moment to compose himself, Miguel still wanted to argue with Lyla, but he already knew he couldn't cancel the meeting anymore. He sighed before speaking. "Just....guide me"
Lyla laughed excitedly and began to ramble on about which outfit he should wear.
Hours later, Miguel could be seen wearing a casual outfit and with a bouquet of flowers sitting at the table while waiting for you. As soon as you arrived and greeted him, he quickly got up from the chair he was sitting in and greeted you back, offering you the bouquet of flowers. You can barely thank him before he pulls out a chair for you to sit down.
He was slightly flushed in the face the entire dinner while you carried on a casual conversation. At first, Miguel only gave a few short and brief answers because he was embarrassed. However, after some time of conversation, he opened up more and it really started to have a date atmosphere.
Right after the two finished eating, Miguel insisted on paying the bill. He ended up accompanying you for a short night walk in Central Park and, before you opened a portal and returned to your house, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek thanking you for the pleasant encounter.
Miguel was paralyzed for a while after you left, but he traced his cheek with his hand as a small, dreamy smile formed on his lips.
Maybe what Lyla had done wasn't all bad.
Maybe...
#across the spiderverse#into the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara x you#spiderverse x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel spiderman#atsv x you#atsv miguel#atsv x y/n#atsv#atsv pavitr#gwen stacy#miles morales#hobbie brown
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Venom
Miguel O'Hara x addicted gn reader
Warnings: Blowjob (Miguel reviving), rough, withdrawal symptoms. Drug use (venom), no beta we die like men. "Pretty" used once but not in a gendered way.
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It was an accident; becoming addicted to him was never part of either of your plans, but yet, here you were. Sitting patiently on a plush chair, looking up at him like he was your whole world. At This point he might as well be, considering his venom was the only thing keeping you going.
Funny to think it was an accident that got you both into this situation, but we should probably start at the beginning.
You were your world's spider. Strong, smart, and fiercely impulsive. Good at getting out of a bad situation because you were prone to getting into bad situations. Great qualities for a hero, but this time they really got you in trouble.
Miguel was an amazing hero. Strong, stoic, and a heart of gold, even if he didn't like showing it. He was also the only spider that doesn't have a spidey sense. Not that you knew that when you were silently approaching him from behind.
His back heaved, and his breathing was labored. Clutching his shoulder like a wounded animal, complete with claws half extended. You stopped when you were close enough to see the slight tremble in his whole body. Every muscle tensed and ready to spring at a moment's notice.
“You okay?” Your voice was soft as you reached a hand out to check on him. The next thing you saw was a flash of red eyes and white fangs so fast you didn't even have time to react. He was too fast for you to even feel the pain of his fangs sinking into your shoulder. One of his hands tightly gripped your outstretched wrist while his other hand clutched the nape of your neck. From an outside perspective one could mistake the pose for a tango.
A cool tingling sensation spreads through your veins almost instantly, completely paralyzing you. Yet still even in such a vulnerable position your spidey sense never rang. Slowly his eyes faded from that unnatural glowing red to his normal rich brown. He released you the moment he realized what he had done.
“Lo siento mucho, no fue mi intención-” Panicked and rambling through what you assume is an apology you simply stood there; paralyzed and helpless. His eyes were locked on to where your neck meets your shoulder, never looking away from his crime, and never looking you in the eye.
You should have been scared. Worried or intimidated would have also been appropriate, but all you felt… was excitement.
The venom felt like pure euphoria under your skin. The bite felt hot but each heartbeat sent a cool rush of endorphins deeper into your body. Filling every vein, every muscle, just everything with that beautiful menthol chill. There were no thoughts because it felt like someone stuffed your head with cotton. Was this what his villains felt? This was far too good for them. You silently slipped into your own thoughts; becoming completely oblivious to anything but your own heartbeat.
By the time you regained consciousness and control of your body you had been left in a secluded area of the spider society. A to-go container was left on a stool with a water bottle. This was too little to be a bribe, maybe an apology? Slowly your head started to clear. You wish it hadn't. As the feelings of the venom had worn off, and the physical effects were starting to fade you were left feeling like hot garbage. This just left you alone with a throbbing pain in your shoulder and a strange sense of emptiness.
You hissed in pain when you absentmindedly touched the bite. “Ow! …” Even now your movements were sluggish. Like a marinette fighting against its strings. It's dangerous for a spider to be slow, that makes them easy to squish. Dangerous; that was definitely the look in his eyes. It was stupid to want to see them again, but yet…
You needed to talk to him.
He's been avoiding you. It's been almost two weeks and every time you caught sight of him he seemingly vanished into thin air. The only problem with trying to track another spider is that you are all notoriously slippery.
“Miguel.” He continues to walk away from you, never even sparing you a glance. “Miguel!” You yelled, gaining glances from the other spiders in the hallway, and finally making him stop. “We need to talk.”
His head dipped slightly as he grumbled out a “Fine.” before continuing forward. His pace was swift, not even caring if you kept up with him, and he only stopped when the two of you were in a secluded room. Free from any prying eyes he finally turned to face you, but it felt more like he was looking through you. “Talk.”
His voice was colder than his venom. Low and dark, but you couldn't feel any real malice behind it. “I need a favor…”
His eyes cast over you, looking for any sign of what you were about to ask. He looked almost like he was on edge. Understandable considering how much he does to keep the multiverse intact.
After a deep breath you finally spoke again. “I… I need another hit. I can't even shoot a web straight! God, if Hobie wasn't there on my last mission I would be a pavement pancake right now!” Your hands started shaking. No, your whole body started trembling. Withdrawal had been slowly eating away at you since the incident.
His brown eyes narrowed as he watched you struggle to keep yourself together, slowly working yourself up to a near breakdown. “I never meant to bite you. I'm sorry, but I won't do it again.”
“But-”
“That's final!” He snapped at you with a slight snarl. He let out a sigh when he saw the despair fall on your face. “I can find something else to help you. I'll make something if I have to, but my venom is too dangerous for even one bite.” You nodded slowly, not wanting to anger him again. With that he walked past you and out the door. “I'll call you when I get something.”
…But it didn't work.
Trial after trial, and batch after batch, but nothing helped. The withdrawal symptoms only got worse. Until finally you were bedridden with a fever and sweating bullets, completely unable to move without wanting to throw up.
Miguel entered your medical room. A range of emotions; hurt, disbelief, anger, and hopelessness, all flashed across your face in an instant before you pleaded. All he did was put his hand up and you stopped. He looked…hurt, but finally he gave in. You needed this, and he was the only one who could help you.
It was finally time for him to take responsibility.
He pulled up a chair next to your bed. “Give me your arm.” His voice was low and hesitant, and you eagerly complied. After a moment of contemplation he opened his mouth wide enough for you to glimpse those glorious fangs before they sank into your forearm.
Your eyes all but rolled back in your head as that long awaited rush of euphoria flooded your veins. “Nnnmm~” it was only a moment before he pulled himself away, but it was enough.
“...When I first bit you I had just taken a dose of my spider stimulant. Think of it like a steroid, but radioactive. This should be less potent than that.” You half listened to his explanation, not really caring what he said but loving the sound of his voice. It's not like you could respond because of the paralytic effect so he continues “I will take responsibility for this. I'll help you wean off of it.” You moved your eyes slightly towards him as he stood up. “Call me when you can.” And again he left you alone; paralyzed, but delighted.
After about a week your symptoms returned. Shaky hands and difficulty focusing being the first red flags prompting you to seek him out. Without question he followed through with his promise to help you. Every time he sunk his teeth into you felt just as good as the last.
This quickly became routine. Every week, weather your symptoms returned yet or not, the two of you would meet like this. Alone together, hidden away from curious spiders. The rush you got never faded but the physical effects lessened gradually. You could move a little now, maybe even give single word responses if he asked.
His attitude also changed from a broken melancholy to something more enticed but conflicted. It soon became apparent that both of you were enjoying this, yet neither of you spoke of the palpable change in expression. That was, until you took that first step farther.
Now what used to be more akin to a medical procedure was more like a carnal rendezvous. It became rare to see his contemplation now, and the weekly sessions left no time for your withdrawal to return.
The sessions definitely helped with the physical withdrawal, but your desire only grew. Desire for his venom; desire for him. No, desire wasn't the right word. This was stronger.
Need
Slowly you reached out to his waist; muscles fighting every inch against the venom induced atrophy. Suddenly but gently he grabs your wrist before you can reach him. You shakily lift your chin enough to see him; his nostrils slightly flaring as he takes deep breath, his eyes completely locked on to yours, and his lips pursed together in a flat line.
Your mouth opened and closed fruitlessly, like a fish gasping desperately for water. Miguel felt a little pity but he couldn't ignore the butterflies in his stomach as you looked up at him hungrily. His own hunger only grew as the next words barely fell from your mouth.
“Please?”
“I'm not going to take advantage of your situation.” His heart squeezed as he denied your advances. His heart was beating rapidly, and it's been getting harder for him to control himself during these sessions. He could feel his will crumble as you looked up at him with begging puppy dog eyes. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “...but just this once I'll make an exception.” He released your wrist, and as he opened his eyes his stomach fluttered as the delight spread across your face.
Your movements were stiff and choppy as you staggered to kneel before him. His chest swelled with pride as you looked up at him with that eager doe eyed expression. Each movement was a fight against the venom that made you feel alive, and you were fighting for him.
“Still…hard…to…move…” Your words came slowly, and he patiently waited for each one; his red brown eyes never leaving your lips.
“Would you like some help?” His voice came out like a choked purr. Every passing moment you could see how excited he was getting. His now crimson eyes were a dead giveaway; as was the growing bulge in his suit.
You tried your best to nod; head barely moving an inch up and down, but the message was clear. Gently he cupped your face, thumb running across your bottom lip before sliding back towards your jaw line.
His suit receded to reveal his beautiful fat cock. He helped you open your mouth wide and pulled out your tongue. Once satisfied with your position his hand slid into your hair. His claws barely scraping your scalp sending a shiver rippling through you.
He took his sweet time placing his cock on your tongue. He wanted to give you a moment to back out before you lost the use of your words as well as your body. He let out a shaky sigh as he slid all the way into your throat. Your muscles were too relaxed to trigger any gag reflex and he had no issue going as deep as he pleased.
Slow movement shortly turned into a rough face fucking. His clawed hands roughly gripped your hair for leverage as he buried his bush into your nose with each thrust. It was heavenly.
His grunts were just as delicious as his cock as he picked up the pace once more. Any pathetic little noises you tried to make only gave his cock more pleasure. Your eyes rolled back as your head went fuzzy. The slight lack of oxygen and the effects of the venom making every sensation that much more potent and delightful.
“Merda-” His hips stuttered, and with a pained grunt he pulled himself away from your hot wet mouth. His cock twitched twice before erupting thick ropes of cum across your face. He had to take a few deep breaths until he was able to get control of himself again.
You looked like a dream. Kneeling pretty at his feet covered in his cum. You were all but ensnared in his web, and he loved it.
“When you're able to move more I may let you drink it.” He used his thumb to swipe some of his cum over your tongue so you can have a taste. “Right now I can't risk you choking because of the paralysis.” The taste was exquisite. It only made the euphoria of his venom still in your system that much stronger. If that's the boost a taste could do you were already drooling at the thought of a full dose.
Miguel was very easy to get addicted to.
Translation
Lo siento mucho, no fue mi intención: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to
Merda: shit
#a degenerate writes#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x male reader#gn reader#smut#♠️#tw drugs#marvel x reader#spiderverse x reader#spiderman x reader
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Can I please request Husband!Spider noir, honestly anything will be good
Yes of course! He was my favorite Spider-Man in the first movie.
Pairing: Spider-Man Noir x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, detective work, injuries, overworking, kissing, ice cold to sunshine
A/N: I would watch a movie just about him honestly, even it's only told in his inner monologue.
Husband!Noir who always has a picture of you on his office desk. He wants to look at you while he works, he wants to be reminded that he's doing dangerous work not only for the safety or the city but also for you. There's also some slight bragging rights that he affords himself when clients ask if he's single, no he is not, he is married to the most beautiful person in the entire city.
Husband!Noir who kisses you goodbye every morning before he goes to work, right as he takes the lunch you made for him. When he comes home he always tells you what he liked most about the food you made him that day, often resulting in him rambling about it for quite some time as you smile about his detective brain taking over even this.
Husband!Noir who doesn't like to involve you in a lot of his detective work because of how dangerous it can be but sometimes he lets you scout out an area if it's not too dangerous. Keeps close tabs on you as you do so, won't take his watchful eyes off you for even a moment and jumps in when his spidey senses go off.
Husband!Noir who would hide how tired he was when he would get home from a night of patrol and tell you that he had some extra paperwork to do. Paperwork doesn't get him these bruises on his face, unless he was frustrated he punched himself. For a detective and a superhero he can be a very, very bad liar.
Husband!Noir who tries to tell you that his injuries, the danger, the risk is all part of his job. Both of them. He never wants you to worry about him, its his job to worry about you and make your safety his priority. The way you tend to his injuries, slowly rubbing them down with alcohol and cleaning them despite him hissing and wiggling at every turn, combined with the sad way you look at him makes him feel like he's not doing good enough of a job. If he was better he wouldn't have gotten hurt and you wouldn't have to worry.
Husband!Noir who reads his newspaper every morning while he cuddles with you. Injured or not it doesn't matter as long as he gets to spend some more time with you. Even if you are a bit angry at him for downplaying his injuries you can't deny that you want to be close to him, to comfort him that all his efforts are good enough for you.
Husband!Noir who can go from ice cold with clients and suspects to a charming husband if you happen to step into his after they had left. He always welcomes you with a kiss on your hand like the gentleman he is, or tries to be. He needs to keep his calm and collected self around other people but around you he can afford to relax and let himself be cared for and kissed like he secretly wants to be.
Husband!Noir who goes to every party with you no matter how big or small. He won't ever miss out on a chance to give you a nice night out and dance a few dances, drink a few drinks. And yes, occasionally have to intimidate a few people to back down on their flirting or tell them that he himself is already taken.
Husband!Noir who always leaves things in a certain place around the house and knows you hide them from him to test his detective skills. He will only indulge you if you promise to pay him well. He takes payments in the form of kissing, cuddles, a good meal or certain bedroom activities. These forms of payment apply only to you.
#peter parker x reader#spiderman noir x reader#spiderman x reader#spiderverse x reader#peter parker imagine#peter parker headcanon#peter parker fluff#spiderman noir imagine#spiderman noir headcanons#spiderman noir fluff#spiderverse imagine#spiderverse headcanon#spiderverse fluff#peter parker x you#spiderman noir x you#spiderverse x you#x reader
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Dating Peter Parker headcanons...
-This boy is such boyfriend material
-I mean just look at this cute bean
-Him swinging through your window with a box of pizza and DVDs when you say you want a movie night
-Because let's be real, movie nights are totally a thing with him
-Peter brags that he has all your favorite snacks memorized and will always buy you some when you’re having a tough day
-In reality he just has an ongoing list in his phone of your favorites, but he will never admit to it
-This bean is a great cuddler don't even fight me on this
-His chest is the best place to lay your head and he wiLL NOT move if you fall asleep on him
-He makes sure his baby stays comfortable
-Peter is the best hugger
-he loves when you play with his hair
-He won’t even deny it, he full on whines like a baby if you stop
-”Why’d you stopppp??”
-”It’s been three hours!!”
-Peter is not afraid to show you off and wants you to be with him in every social event so he can introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone
-he’s not afraid to point you out anytime he sees you
-Honestly, Ned can spot you out in a crowd better than anyone else just cause of him
-”That’s my GIRLFRIEND”
-”Peter, wE KNOW”
-Peter coming over to help you study and finding it cute when you get frustrated
-He just stares at you with amusement and gets sidetracked by your beauty
-My god, there would be so many compliments from this boy
-”You’re adorable”
-”Your hair is magnificent today”
-”That shirt looks great on you!”
-”Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
-He gets so flustered if it’s reversed though
-”Peter, you’re so cute”
-”I-I’m, what are you- what?! I didn’t even do anything!”
-You stealing his hoodies
-It didn’t take him long to figure out where they were disappearing to since you wore them to school
-He thinks they look great on you and encourages you to wear them when out
-The Spiderman secret wasn’t kept from you for long
-maybe two months tops and that was just because you were both really busy and didn’t see each other a lot
-But when the relationship started getting more serious he just blurted it out one day
-You weren’t that shocked, saying you had suspected something while you two were friends
-He was so relieved it didn’t change anything
-Him walking you home from school so he “Can protect you from anything”
-But literally nothing ever happens
-Except that one time there was this bee
-Long story short it almost stung you but he saved you
-Peter won’t ever let you live that down and constantly uses that as an excuse to walk you anywhere
-Not that you mind
-You two building lego sets together
-staying up late to talk about whatever comes to mind
-Peter will always help you carry stuff in the hallway at school
-Sometimes he will just carry all your books and backpacks to your next class while you talk to him about your morning
-This boy rambles a lot, but he loves to listen to you talk
-He tunes everything else out to make sure that he doesn’t miss anything you say
-Because this boy will bring it up later to just show you he was listening
-He’s shy when it comes to PDA because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so you make the first move for everything
-But in private he is always kissing you and has his hand on your thigh or back or hand or anywhere
-He has to be careful when you two are making out or doing the naughty because you both forget how strong he actually is with his spidey powers and ends up bruising your hips or pulling your hair too hard
-Needless to say he will never forgive himself when this happens
-There’s lots of sweet pampering from him after that even though you tell him repeatedly that you’re fine
-He’s the one that says “I love you” First
-And he won’t let you forget it
-He says it all the time during the most random moments
-This boy is lowkey clinging and will give you all the attention you want if it means he gets to spend time with you
-Peter Parker is just all around a great boyfriend and we all need someone like him in our lives <3
#peter parker#tom holland#peter parker headcanons#peter parker imagines#peter parker x reader#avengers#marvel#peter parker fic#peter parker imagine#avengers headcanons#marvel headcanons#tom holland imagine
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A Gift, No Strings Attached
AN: Tickletober is finally upon us! I'm so excited for this, I can't wait to see what everyone makes! Hope you all enjoy day 1: anticipation with Miguel & Peter B! Everyone seems to think a certain spiderman needs to be introduced to a certain belt, as seen in episode 17.
Miguel was a skeptical person on the best of days, so when Peter B. waltzed into his office declaring he had "got him something," he was rightfully wary. Peter hopped up on the platform as it lowered, seemingly too impatient to wait for it to lower fully.
"MJ and I went to the mall yesterday, and when I saw this I just knew it had your name all over it," he rambled before Miguel could question him. He had a small shopping back hanging off his arm and Miguel resigned himself with a sigh.
"Oh yeah? What is it?" he asked, deciding to play along.
"It's a utility belt!" Peter exclaimed, feeling only a little disappointed when he didn't share his enthusiasm. He just stared at him, a single brow raised.
"Y-you know, for tools and stuff! Thought you'd appreciate something useful," he felt the need to explain himself, growing more nervous by the second. Maybe Miguel saw through the act, or maybe he hated belts, or maybe-
"Wow, uh, thanks. This'll actually come in handy," he said, accepting the offered gift. Or maybe he wouldn't suspect a thing.
Peter hadn't expected this to be so easy.
While he really had gone to the mall with MJ, that wasn't where he got the belt. He had been watching tv with Mayday when the villain escaped from his frozen prison, now capturing his attention as well as his daughter's. He was sure that SpongeBob and Patrick would be in deep for letting the worst villain escape, chuckling when they resorted to "rehabilitating" him instead. His interest was piqued when they activated the character's iconic belt, sending him into a fit of ticklish laughter.
"Heh, Miguel could use a belt like that, huh Mayday?" he cooed before gasping at the revelation he just made. He set her in her baby jumper in front of the screen, leaving her to bounce and giggle to her heart's content. He left the door to his office open so he could still keep an eye on her as he began to draft the blueprints for Miguel's "gift."
A week later, it was finished. And of course he had to run a few tests, curtesy of his loving and very patient wife. Though when she found out who it was for, she didn't really mind testing it out, especially seeing as she always got her revenge.
Peter wanted nothing more than to activate the belt right then and there, but in a monumental show of self restraint, he held back. If he did this now, then only he would get to see the outcome, and this was too good to keep for himself. Unfortunately, he would have to be patient. Wait it out for the perfect moment to present itself.
Honestly, Peter didn't expect anyone else to know what it was supposed to be. Clearly, his universe wasn't the only one with SpongeBob.
"Gonna go out on a limb an' say he has no idea what that belt really is. Right?" Hobie questioned from behind. Peter jumped, not because he didn't know he was there, (spidey senses and all) but because of what he had said.
"I-I have no idea what you're talking about!" he bluffed, but crumbled when Hobie leveled him with a knowing look, cocking an eyebrow in mild amusement. "Okay yes, it is what you think it is, and hell no he doesn't know, are you crazy? You think I'd be standing here talking about it if he did?"
Hobie shook his head with a slight chuckle. "I doubt you'd even be breathin' mate," he teased, playfully smacking him on the back. Peter let out a slightly nervous laugh.
"Heh, yeah me either. He'd probably superglue the damn thing to my suit if he knew," he joked.
"Yeah well, keep me posted. I wanna know the second you plan on using it," he said, saluting him as he left the room.
Hobie made sure to spread the word to his friends, swearing them all to secrecy in the hopes that they could be lucky enough to witness Miguel's giggly downfall.
Too bad Miles was out sick and didn't get the memo.
He was back at the Spider-Society, catching up with his friends in the cafeteria when Miguel spotted them and decided to check in.
"Miles, glad to see you back," he greeted with a nod. "How're you feeling?"
"Oh, hey! I'm glad to be back sir," he replied, still unable to shake the urge to keep things formal between them. "B-but I'm feeling good! Much better now," he assured. He looked down at the burger in his hands, ready to take a bite when a new accessory caught his eye. He froze just as he brought it to his mouth.
"I've told you, just Miguel is fine," he assured, a soft smile gracing his features. He noticed Miles's gaping mouth and wide eyes, looking him over with a puzzled expression. "You uh, you sure you're okay?" he asked just to double check.
Miles shook himself out of it and nodded. "Yup! Never better!" Gwen shot him a look from across the table, undoubtedly wondering what had him acting so weird. She followed his line of sight and things suddenly fell into place. She locked eyes with Hobie, sharing a subtle nod as Miles continued on, "But is that a new belt? I don't think I've seen you wear it before..."
"Oh yeah, Peter gave it to me. Said he wanted to give me something useful for once," he explained, and it all suddenly clicked for Miles. "It's a nice change of pace from all the useless knickknacks. Don't get me wrong, they're fine in small doses but he seriously overestimates how much free space I have," he said, but Miles wasn't paying attention. "To be honest, I'm just glad he picked something that matches my suit."
"Heh, yeah. 'Cause that's the worst that could happen- ow."��Miles wasn't sure who kicked him, but judging by all of their looks, he was clearly out of the loop on something.
"Riiiight," Miguel said, noticing how weird they were all of a sudden. "Well, you know where to find me," he said and walked off. Miles waited until he was out of the cafeteria to speak because you could never be too careful where Miguel's concerned.
"So were you guys just not gonna tell me Miguel got a tickle belt?" he blurted out as soon as he deemed safe.
"We were going to! We just... forgot," Pavitr said, a shy smirk tugging at his lips.
Miles scoffed, "You don't just forget something like that!"
"I was gonna tell you as soon as I saw you, but then we were on a mission and it really wasn't a good time, and I did forget to tell you. Sorry about that," Gwen explained.
"Nah it's cool. I just can't believe he's still wearing it," he said in awe.
"Oh he doesn't know," Gwen said, causing Miles to whip around to look at her.
"What?"
"Peter hasn't used it yet. Figured he was waitin' on you or somethin'," Hobie said, dipping a fry in ketchup.
"Wait so you guys haven't said anything to try and warn him?" he asked, a little shocked. He was met with a chorus of no's and furious head shakes.
"And ruin the fun? As if!" Pavitr exclaimed, appalled that Miles would even suggest such a thing.
"Look, Miguel is the fiercest, most stoic spider in all of HQ, and he's chewed my ass out more times than I can count. I can't wait to see what happens when he's trying to choke back laughter and you sure as hell aren't gonna ruin it for me, got it?" Hobie said, pointing a threatening finger in his face. Miles nodded.
"I won't! I won't!" he promised, hands held up in surrender.
"Good. 'Cause I honestly don't know why you'd wanna help the bastard," he teased, grabbing him in a headlock and giving him a noogie. Miles laughed, shoving him off and punching his arm.
After lunch, Miles immediately set out to find Peter. It didn't take long until he bumped into him.
"Miguel is gonna kill you," he said in way of a greeting. Peter spun around in a panic
"What? I didn't even do anything!" he froze upon seeing Miles and relaxed. "Oh, I'm guessing you saw the belt," he said nonchalantly.
"Uh, yeah! Are you crazy? I was serious, he's gonna kill you!"
Peter waved him off. "I appreciate the concern, but I'll be fine. Worst that'll happen, he'll tickle the shit outta me. But I'll avoid it as long as I can. Trust me, I've weighed my options and it's worth it to see the look in his face," he rambled, falling into step with Miles. He shook his head in amusement.
"You won't be acting so cool when he gets after you," he gave a playful warning.
Peter laughed nervously. "Hey, why do you think I haven't tested it out yet?" He smiled to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Honestly, you all act like I don't already know I'm a dead man walking."
"So... why'd you do it?" Miles asked, genuinely curious. Peter shrugged.
"Eh, it was kinda a spur of the moment type thing. If I remember correctly, he kinda snapped at me for wasting his time, and I was a little ticked off, I'll be honest. Got the idea while watching tv with Mayday when I got home."
"SpongeBob?"
"Yeah."
"Nice."
"I guess I just thought he could use one, y'know?"
"Oh, you're absolutely right with that one," Miles agreed with a chuckle. "So, when do you think you'll try it out?" he asked eagerly.
"Well, I've kinda been waiting for him to piss me off again. I think that's when I'd get the most satisfaction," he decided.
All in all, it didn't take long for the man to get on his nerves. Ha, and Miguel said that he was the annoying one.
He was in one of the many break areas, letting Mayday crawl around with Pav, Miles, Gwen and Hobie. She really liked getting to see them, and they loved playing with her, so it was a win win. It gave Peter a chance to let his guard down, thankful for the extra sets of eyes watching over his daughter. It also gave him the chance to get a plethora of new adorable videos of the light of his life.
Miguel however, thought it fit to hunt him down and interrupt his break. (Yes, he knew it was going on three hours, but Miguel was trying to get him to file paperwork! He couldn't let that happen!)
"Peter, there you are." His voice alone made Peter groan. "Where the hell have you been? You went on lunch hours ago, you said you'd do that paperwork."
"Actually, I never said I'd do it. You told me to do it," he corrected. Miguel rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, it's the same thing." Peter muttered under his breath something along the lines of "no it's not." Miguel cocked his head to look at him, "What was that?"
"Oh nothing," Peter said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an innocuous remote. He started fiddling with it, and the teens started whispering amongst themselves. Nothing super obvious, they didn't want to give themselves away.
"Just drop her off at the daycare when you're ready, you work better when you're not attached at the hip," Miguel said sternly before turning to walk away. Peter scoffed at the notion, clicking a button and cranking a dial. He stopped in his tracks, squirming where he stood and rubbing his waist in confusion. Peter smirked and turned it up, causing Miguel to double over and bark out a laugh.
He turned around, fighting off giggles as he leaned on the wall for support. He glared them all down, though the wide smile and deep chuckles that slipped out really diminished the effect. "W-whahat the hehehell is going ohohon? Ihihi know you guys hahave something to do with it," he accused through grit teeth, unable to contain his giggles as he twisted back and forth, knees buckling as he wrapped his arms around his waist, allowing himself to laugh freely.
This was what they'd all been waiting for. Phones were taking videos and snapping pictures all while Miguel cursed and writhed on the floor, tugging at his suit and the belt, unable to get it off. The wait had well been worth it. Even better, the only one to suffer any subsequent consequences was Peter.
#tickletober#tickletober 2023#tickletober day 1#miguel o'hara#peter b parker#hobie brown#miles morales#gwen stacy#pavitr prabhakar#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv fic#spiderman atsv tickle fic#ticklish!miguel
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Random thoughts after finally finishing/catching up on Chapter 2 of The Witch, the Wizard, and the Wild One:
Steel still makes my spidey sense tingle. There was something about how she kept saying how she’s also a trusted friend of Grandmother Wren. Like she was trying to remind Ame and Suvi that they can trust her, rather than her being offended by the lack of trust. Grandmother Wren didn’t trust her enough to talk to her about The Coven of Elders, or about her other friends/allies at The Citadel. I may have missed it, but was it ever revealed who placed that curse on Grandmother Wren/Ame? We know it was broken and Ame got her memories back. But who placed it?
There was also something when Suvi tried to physically stop Ame from leaving, and Ame had a moment where her eyes glowed and all the good deeds would turn into punishments; like she has the power to punish anyone who tries to physically control her. Steel casted a detect magic spell and knew Suvi grabbed Ame, and knew of this…spell/curse(?). So part of me feels Steel was trying to subtly control Ame with building trust. Ame was desperate to leave The Citadel, and it felt like Steel was trying stall her - just wait until morning, just give me 2 hours to see if this prophecy is true.
I dunno, just my rambling, random thoughts.
#the witch the wizard and the wild one#sword of the citadel#the wizard sky#the witch of the worlds heart#worlds beyond number#wwwo#suvirin kedberiket#suvi wbn#wbn#ame wbn
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Bite
Just a lil something because I bite or poke people as shows of affection. I also have very loose physical affection boundaries, so yeah, im usually all over my friends unless they've made it clear they don't like it.
Hobie x gn reader
Contains: Biting, reader rambling, a bit of anxiety/embarrassment
non-established relationship so yall can be friends or partners
No description of the reader
Hobie's spidey sense went off just before your teeth sank into his collarbone from behind. He winced as he turned his head a bit to look back at you over the edge of the couch. "Well, hello to you to darling" his words were teasing, holding no malice as you gave him a sheepish grin. You pulled off him, wiping his shoulder clean of your drool and patting it as if it made up for the possible pain he felt. You were never sure if the bites hurt him every since the first time he'd never shown any problem with it. If anything, he always said it's cute how you think something like this could take him out.
The first time you'd done it was completely uncalled for (like most times) but you hadn't done it around hobie before keeping your weird urges to yourself as most people don't want to be bit or randomly jabbed as signs of affection.
You'd come into your room to see him sprawled out on your bed. You scoffed, telling him to make room for you, and he had just waved his hand before patting his chest, signaling you to just lay with him. Rolling your eyes, you climbed up,laying on top of him.
He had hummed in greeting, one arm falling to your waist while the other held his phone in front of his turned head,exposing his neck and collarbone to you. You began to itch for some kind of stimulation, realizing you'd left your phone on the dresser. Huffing, you trailed your fingertips across hobie's arm, creating swirls and shapes. He grunted, confused as one of your hands made shapes against the arm holding his phone. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, noticing how focused you'd seemed on whatever it was you were making.
He'd brought his arm closer for you, setting his phone down while not saying anything, just allowing you to have your moment. You hummed in thanks, rolling over so your back was against his chest. He allowed you to move his arm above you, watching as you traced shapes, designs, characters, and more against it.
He thought about asking if you'd wanted a pen or sharpie something to make the little doodles come to life before it happened, his spidey sense tinged in the back of his mind. Not aggressively or even alarmingly, just a warning that something was about to happen, a second later he felt it. You had both hands on his arm, pulling it down slightly as you bit him,teeth not quite sinking in but a bite nonetheless. It wasn't hard and it barely hurt...but he was still startled flinching more out of habit then anything causing you to snap out of your own little world and spring off him causing more pain then the bite did.
"I'm so sorry! I do that sometimes we'll I mean not sometimes like it's definitely not often i mean ive never bit you before...ha...you'd know that obviously i mean with my other friend i uh i just uh...love bites ya know. some people give hugs I bite... to show affection, ha.. " Your arms came to wrap around yourself as you rammbled,fingers tapping anxiously against your arms as you looked anywhere but him through your explanation.
"Are you okay...?" You asked after a moment of silence. Finally, calm enough to see he was just watching you with an amused grin.
"Don't worry bout it mate....m'fine" He sat up leaning against the wall so he could look over at you properly. He patted the space next to him and watched as you walked over nervously, swaying in spot once you reached the end of the bed, refusing to climb up.
Hobie smirked, reaching forward and yanking you on top of him. You fell against him with a startled gasp as he held you in his arms a cheeky grin on his face. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. If that's how you show your love...I'll take it in stride." He teased, holding out the word love and saying it with an eyebrow wiggle.
"That's not what i meant and you know it but um okay....thank yo....ow!" You laughed, shoving at his chest as he leaned down, biting your cheek playfully. You burst out laughing as hobie pulled back grinning he had said something about your cheeks looking like apples when you smiled and blushed like that. you swatted at him, telling him to shut up.
After that first time, you'd been comfortable enough to do your weird shows of affection with hobie and like he said he'd taken them in stride. He didn't mind the random bites, pokes, or the physical affection you showed in "weird" ways. He did the same in his own ways, anyway. He was just glad you were comfortable enough to be your unfiltered self around him.
"I'm gonna start telling my mates you're a vampire or somethin' so I can explain these" hobie snickered, jestering to the teeth marks on his collarbone from the bite you'd just given him.
"or you can just tell them I'm werewolf...ooo actually a hybrid tell them I'm a hybrid between the two that'll be cooler" You grin flopping down over the couch so you could lay across hobie's lap. You looked up at him, bearing your teeth like you were a beast ready to lung. Hobie laughed poking your nose causing it to scrunch and the "scary" look to fall.
"Yeah sure or maybe I'll just start calling you shark baby" He teased as you gasped in mock offense before bursting into laughter as he sang the nursery rhyme in his own punk way.
You looked up at him, eyes watering from laughing so hard as he proceeded to change the lyrics and play the air guitar to baby shark. You poked his side, causing him to flinch with an "Oi!", making you burst into laughter all over again.
"You lil shit!" Hobie said as he burst into laughter with you. Yeah...it was really nice to have someone to be yourself with, you thought as you grined up at him before poking his side again just because.
#hobie brown#atsv hobie#hobie brown x reader#hobie spiderverse#hobie x you#rainbow's bookshelf#hobie brown x gn!reader#yes I've had a very similar situation happen to me. yes im the girl who bites to show i love you lol
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the sweetest
✧ format: oneshot
✧ word count: 578
✧ warnings: reader knows peter is spiderman & just pure fluff
✧ author's note: spidey-love for the soul! since feburary is coming up soon (not really) I've been feeling romantic so except a lot of fluff mostly! don't worry, nsfw coming soon, if I'm motivated enough 🥲 enjoy!
A perfectly wrapped box, so small, but it held something so valuable inside.
A promise ring for you that had a cobweb design and your name engraved into it. It was kind of cheap since Peter was suited up whilst visiting the shop owner about the making of the ring.
Pushing that aside, Peter was right outside of your steps just pacing around nervously. He had called Ned about it but Ned was reassuring him about it a lot, a lot, a lot.
He felt nervous, you'd been with each other for a while now, but he could still felt the sweet butterflies in his stomach, god, you were his partner, but he still had a big time crush on you. It all just felt unreal to him, especially when you knew both of his lives; Peter Parker and Spiderman. He remembers your face, shocked, yet you took it somewhat well and supported him. Just worried he would be hurt.
He laughed at the sweet memories before perking up when he heard footsteps coming towards the door, the door knob shaking, he froze—
"Oh shit, hey Peter!" You laughed, "you scared me." You closed the door behind you before looking at your loving boyfriend. "What's up?"
Thank God his reflexes were quick enough to hide the little box behind his back, he grinned nervously. "Hey, um," he thought about his words carefully for a moment, "I just needed to talk to you about something." Oh god, that sounded like he was going to break up with you, stupid. Your facial expression immediately changed, everything changed, now you were nervous, and he was nervous— a total crisis.
"I'm not breaking up with you, I swear! Let's just.. Go inside." He slips the box into his pocket, hoping that you didn't see before quickly opening the door to your apartment and entering it like some kind of burglar. Mumbling, "It's alright. It's alright Peter, remember what Ned said." You both went to sit on the couch, you waited patiently for whatever he needed to say.
"We've been with each other for a long time, and I'm glad I've met you, you know?" Don't ramble, Peter. Don't ramble. "I just wanted to well, express gratitude, you know? You've been amazing and everything and well, I've been planning this for a while I guess, I'm pretty nervous and—" You're rambling Peter, you're rambling. Peter shook his head and just pulled out the box, looking away from you.
Your eyes nearly jumped out of your skull, processing everything before reaching for the box and slowly opening you. "Oh my god Peter," Peter closed his eyes embracing, expecting something terrible to come out of your mouth, "It's perfect, oh my god." You put the ring on your finger, tears rushing down your face. You quickly embraced him tightly, looking at the shining silver ring. "Thank you Peter, I love it— I love you!"
Peter sighed in relief, hell, he even felt himself tearing up. "I love you too— look." Letting go and wiping your tears away to see his ring, you clanked your ring against his, laughing so happily.
"How did you even get this?" You cupped his face, Peter shrugged, chuckling. "Got ways." You shook your head, you knew how, but you didn't mind at all. It was a perfect moment, a perfect clear memory to lock inside both of your minds. You stared into his eyes before locking your lips onto his.
#marvel#marvel x y/n#marvel x you#marvel x reader#peter parker#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#spiderman x y/n#spiderman x reader#spiderman x you#spiderman#marvel fanfiction
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so a lil blurb for that ohara!frozen au i was thinking of
@ace-and-sleepdeprived @darksidescorner @hoe-bie @spidey-bie @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit @skullghoulz @sp1derw1re @spiderxpawz @thecrowandtherose @the-cat-and-the-birdie @gltzpzy @desb3ar @fancylala4
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Miguel raised his eyebrow, trying to understand what Gabriel and Dana were asking of him. "Um, wait I'm sorry I'm confused, could you repeat that?"
Gabriel smiled even more as he started rambling excitedly, Dana holding onto his arm. "Well, we haven't worked out the kinks of it ourselves and we'd need a couple of days to plan the ceremony and of course, there's gonna be empanadas and ice cream and wait-" he stopped for a moment and looked to Dana with the same giddy smile. "Are we gonna live here?"
Miguel's eyes slightly widened as alarm bells rang in his mind frantically. "Here?"
Dana giggled and squealed, Miguel cringing at how annoying her voice sounded. She shared the same tone of excitement, but for some reason, it didn't feel genuine. "Absolutely!"
Miguel tried to interject desperately, failing to do so. "Gabriel I-"
"Oh and we can invite your whole family to stay and of course we'll have enough space for them and-"
"Gabriel stop, slow down," Miguel said, stopping Gabriel's rambling before he could finish. "No one's family is staying here, and no one is getting married."
Gabriel's smile disappeared. "What?"
"Can I speak to you?" Miguel asked. "Alone?"
Gabriel pursed his lips. "No. You can say whatever you want to the both of us."
Miguel sighed, rubbing his temples before speaking. "Fine. You can't marry a woman you just met."
"You can if it's true love."
Miguel scoffed, almost laughing because of the naïve response his brother gave him. "Really? And what do you know about so-called true love?"
Gabriel furrowed his brow in slight frustration. "More than you. All you know how to do is shut people out."
Miguel's expression changed from condescending to mildly shocked. He was able to keep his composure for that moment. "You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no."
Then, that annoying little brat Dana had to chime in. "Your Highness if you could just-"
"No I don't think I will and I think you should leave. The party's over. Guards, close the gates."
Gabriel's eyes widened in disbelief. He was not going to lose his one chance of finally being with someone who loved him after being cut off from everything else in his life, especially his family. He shook his head and pursued Miguel, grabbing his hand. It took off the glove on it instead, leading to his older brother quickly trying to retrieve it.
"What the- Gabriel give me my glove!" "No Miguel!" Gabriel's loud yell caught the attention of multiple partygoers. His eyes looked like they were about to let out tears, glossy and watery. "Please, I can't live like this anymore."
Miguel felt guilt fill him, looking down. He knew how much this isolation had hurt both of them, but the pain in Gabriel's voice broke his heart. But this is for his own good, Miguel rationalized, looking back up. His facial expression became stern.
"Then leave."
He turned around, hugging himself protectively as Gabriel protested back at him. His voice was filled with resentment, something Miguel had never seen from his brother. "What did ever do to you?!"
"Enough Gabriel."
But he persisted, not showing any signs of backing down. "No why, why did you shut me out? Why did you shut the world out?"
"What are you so afraid of?!"
"I said ENOUGH!"
Miguel turned around and waved his arm out to the crowd, causing a large fence of thick, jagged ice to form on the floor. He gasped in horror when he saw the scene, looking up at Gabriel and the crowd to only see their shocked, horrified faces.
What have I done?
#atsv#spiderman across the spiderverse#across the spider verse#spiderman atsv#atsv miguel#miguel ohara#miguel o hara#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#miguel atsv#miguel o’hara across the spider verse#spiderman across the verse#across the spiderverse#miguel ohara fanfiction#frozen au#gabriel o'hara#drabble#au idea#alternate universe#disney au#satsv#spatsv#atsv fanfiction#spiderverse au#atsv au#spiderverse fanfic#spider verse#dana d'angelo
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The Dornish War AU
So... @arraxapologist gave me an excuse to ramble and @idontevenknowhowtolife said I can have a chapter update if I write this up.
I may not get around to actually writing this AU, but I have a lot planned. The Polycule of Power would probably feature to some degree or another if I did it properly, but my notes are all on the canon ships (at least for the older gen, Aegon ends that trend real quick).
It would start, as so many good AUs do, with someone trying to kill Viserys. ^^'
At Rhaenyra and Laenor's wedding tourney, the festivities get interrupted by an attempted assassination of the king. So yay! Joffrey lives! ...for now. Bing, bang, boom, rushed nuptials done, we move to the war bit.
They track the attempt back to Dorne, which is a bit salty about the Stepstones even though they were not * directly* involved in the conflict. Various threats are levied. Political drama. Etc!
War declared!
Now, Lyonel Strong is Hand at this point and Otto is off in Oldtown advising his nephew who just became Lord Hightower. That may relate directly to the breakdown in diplomatic relations... 😏
Essentially, Otto is in charge of the Hightower forces at this point. He and his older sons are literally the ones on the front lines in that region. He and Boremund Baratheon, who is still alive at this point, are coordinating all the ground forces. Borros gets to live his best life smashing heads a la his descendent Robert.
Meanwhile, Corlys is using his foothold in the Stepstones to establish a blockade of Dorne. A rather major escalation that pisses the Martells off Whether they were involved in the assassination is very much up in the air, but they're gonna act like they're innocent regardless cause they're not idiots.
Rhaenyra is playing her best Visenya and arguing that they either need to conquer Dorne once and for all, or let the matter go. Alicent is lowkey telling Viserys the same thing, but with more emotion cause she just found out she's pregnant again (Yay Aemond!). She and Rhaenyra are in a very rocky truce situation here. Very stand-offish, but accidentally united.
The accidentally is very important because while Alicent is fretting about her children being in danger, Rhaenyra is leveraging the fact that her father has other heirs now to convince him to send her and Laenor to the front.
"I'm to be their queen. Their protector. If I cannot protect my own family, I don't deserve the crown."
Somewhere, Daemon's spidey sense is going off the moment Laenor hands Rhaenyra a sword. Viserys sees her training with her husband and agrees, giving her final say over all troop movements on the front lines. Rhaenys goes to Storm's End. Daemon to Oldtown. Laenor to Hightower. The idea is that Rhaenyra would go back and forth between the three, checking in with ground forces and coordinating with the Lords of each.
Are any of them actually in those castles? Eh. Sometimes. The dragonriders are supporting the armies, scouting far and wide, burning the border, etc. Rhaenyra probably spends as much time coordinating with Ormund Hightower as she does keeping Otto and Daemon from killing each other.
This is the era in which Otto realizes Rhaenyra could actually be a fantastic queen. With some help... of course. He's still Otto after all. XD
During one of the battles (probably the future location of Summerhall, because I can), Joffrey is killed. Rhaenyra spends the night comforting Laenor. Things happen... and now she's flying back and forth across the frontlines while pregnant.
Alicent goes into labor when she hears about that... cause Aemond is born early in every universe.
The war continues. Rhaenyra burns the fuck out of Yronwood before she ends up giving birth in one of the camps. Syrax's roars are terrifying both sides. Especially because they are joined by another dragon...
😎 Laena and Vhagar were not about to sit out a chance to conquer Dorne okay? She was flying with the Velaryon fleet mostly, very effective deterent Vhagar. With Rhaenyra giving birth, she flies across the Sea of Dorne to lend her support.
Yronwood is having an exceptionally bad few days there. Something, something, Laena and Daemon hit it off while waring and whoring. She drops some hints about her betrothal... Daemon dones his murder hoodie. Sealord's son is out of the picture. Rhaenys and Laenor have a shovel talk with Daemon while Rhaenyra presents Lord Corlys with his first grandson.
Lord Boremund totally cackles about the boy looking more like Jocelyn and Rhaenys than Laenor or Corlys. Otto says something about Jacaerys looking more like his mother.
"The Arryns will surely be overjoyed to see their blood so prominent in the young prince's features."
The Dornish are wiley though. (I love this about them) They're not making this war easy, even with the dragons. After all, the OG Conquerors had dragons too, and they couldn't make the Dornish submit. The commanders fight more without Rhaenyra there to keep them united (*cough* Daemon and Otto *cough*) so she has to leave Jacaerys with Alicent (who is now pregnant again... Rhaenyra is definitely side eyeing her father on that one).
If the Dornish thought Rhaenyra was bad before... she's got a very adorable baby she wants to get back to now. It's full court press. The dragons are relentless. Vhagar is having the time of her life.
Eventually, an offer comes from the Prince of Dorne to have his eldest daughter marry Jacaerys as a means to end the war. Given the girl is the man's heir and Jacaerys is hers... Rhaenyra is not so keen to have the girl lose out on her inheritance. She negotiates for Aegon instead, with the girl being fostered in King's Landing until their wedding.
The night the peace treaty is signed, Lucerys is conceived. He'll end up betrothed to a granddaughter of the Lord of Yronwood before his first birthday, to cement the treaty. (Aegon and Luke are the Daenaerys and Daeron II in this AU... for reasons).
Rhaenyra returns to King's Landing and conspires with Alicent for Jace and Helaena to be betrothed eventually. Daeron still fosters as Oldtown, but he ends up betrothed to a Manderly girl. When Joffrey comes along (the result of a night Laenor blames on Qarl and Rhaenyra blames Harwin for) he goes to the Vale, because Lady Arryn needs an heir... and he is Aemma's grandson...
Something, something Baela and Aemond are utter terrors together. No one is shocked when they run off to Essos together. Except Daemon... Daemon is surprised. Daemon is not happy. Corlys and Otto are laughing at him together over a bottle of Velaryon whiskey in High Tide.
That leads to Rhaena marrying Lyonel.
The Starks have 100% noticed that the Targaryens are marrying into the most influential families and are keeping their heads down cause Cregan is a young lord. His uncle would like to remain his regent. Jace and Cregan will join their houses later though so its fine.
On the other hand... the Lannisters are frothing at the mouth about being left out. Well... Rhaenyra is still salty about *someone* implying Aegon should be heir. So when she finally has a daughter, right before her coronation at that, she ain't looking at Casterly Rock.
Her Visenya obviously deserves to be forever doted upon and surrounded by beauty, so she ends up the next Lady of Highgarden.
I've gotten distracted from the plot here a bit... but whatever. The Dance is avoided. Rhaenyra ends up queen and Aegon is living his best life getting drunk off Dornish wine with his Dornish wife. Sunfyre blends in perfectly with the desert sand when he naps in the summer.
All is well.
Jaehaera is Jacaerys' heir, because I said so.
Good night! XD
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I'm new here (by here I mean your blog & marvel stuff. I've been a big DC fan for a while) and just getting into spiderman..... what are your favorite peter parker comics/stories & why? ^^
which dc characters do you like ? i love dc !!
these aren’t ranked, i’m just naming a few off the top of my head:
1. spider-man blue: while i have problems with the whole ‘mj vs gwen’ thing, this is genuinely a very good comic that tugs at your heartstrings. wow. see. it’s got me saying shit like ‘tugs at your heartstrings’. i don’t say shit like that. it’s also a pretty good recap of peter’s early college years if you don’t feel like reading the original amazing spider-man run!
2. kraven’s last hunt: oiooouuugeehhh. ooiuiiiii. i don’t know how to word it properly. i am in love with this comic’s writing style: the timing, the pacing, the way different colored narration boxes are scattered around the page, the palpable dread + fear + anger + grief … ooouuuhhh. probably the best look into peter psychologically and one of the best spidey stories of all time
3. the child within: by the same author as kraven’s last hunt… also very fucking good. just a really complex and compassionate and devastating take on trauma and child abuse and grief (big themes in jm dematteis’ writing) … harry osborn makes me want to put my head through a wall
4. spider-man vs wolverine: starts as silly berlin-wall-era team-up with fun fights and dialogue + solid writing and then turns into one of the most haunting comics i’ve ever read. peter parker PTSD moments for real. the way he can’t concentrate after accidentally killing someone (was terrified in a fight, thought the person behind him was the guy trying to kill him—wolverine—and threw a wild punch. it wasn’t wolverine but a normal human woman and the punch killed her) and keeps getting flashbacks to the moment he hit her .. aie
i have more favorites but i don’t want to ramble too much!!
#pete#comics#i’d say these are good to start with if you want to see how miserable he can get#spider-man blue is nice for familiarizing yourself with earlier canon :)#don’t read anything from the past 20 years. just don’t do it it’s not real
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Think this should be the last movie “recap”, haha so at least there’s that? (>.<) also I’d like to point out that the next part will (finally) be original content, and that it will essentially be rendered “Canon Divergence” once Beyond the SpiderVerse comes out (take that, Miguel). Enjoy!!
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Miles could have cried when he crash landed in his room. It was dark, and (he hoped) the same night as when he left? Fingers crossed at least, though Miles was kind of counting on Spider-Man luck to kick in right around now. Which, incidentally, it did due to the fact that his mom was heading towards his room currently, already lecturing him for making too much noise, and Miles was in full Spider Suit. Granted, no mask, but that wasn’t the point — he wasn’t ready to reveal himself like that, and the suit was plenty familiar even without the mask. He panicked, and just as his mom threw the door open, Miles had jammed himself into sweats and a winter jacket he’d found hanging off his bed post.
He���d gotten so excited recounting everything to his mom, being as vague as possible while still trying to show her he listened to what she’d told him, before. Río looked confused, frozen in the doorway to his room while Miles rambled on and on without giving her a second to process. Something pinged as off, as wrong, but Miles was too worked up to focus on what it was.
With a deep breath and the straightest shoulders he’d ever had in front of his mamí, Miles looked her in her bright green eyes and said, “Mom…I’m Spider-Man.” He pulled his jacket open as proof, showing off his Spider Suit, and there was silence between the two of them. Miles was breathing hard from the intensity of the rant he’d gone on, his eyes darting around the room when his mother continued to stare at him.
The silence was…actually dragging on longer than he’d expected, when he’d imagined telling his mamí before.
Actually, the more he looked around, the more his room looked off. His collection of monos, the one he nearly died of embarrassment a day or two ago (or three? He wasn’t sure how long he’d been gone in his universe) from having Gwen see them were gone. There wasn’t as much artwork in his walls, and his blanket was a different color. He’d been about to ask Río if his parents had started redecorating when his mom finally spoke.
“Ohhhh, this is like your little Comic-Con thing, right?” She asked, speaking over Miles now as she started picking things up off the floor of his room. Miles was stammering over her now, his senses somehow pinging even more, and his mom continued on. “Where you dress as your…favorite character, right? You really had me going there, for a moment.”
“Wait, Mom — ” Miles tried to run after her when she stepped out again, and spasmed in the worst way possible. Dropping to his knees, he barely even heard Río as she admonished him from the kitchen now; Miles was staring at his hands in horror, watching as everything settled into normal again. His senses were going haywire now, both his Spidey senses and his alpha ones as the danger he was in sank in.
He hadn’t made it home. He was in the wrong universe. Worse than that, he was in the wrong universe without a watch and without a way to get home. Where exactly was he? He wasn’t entirely sure yet. Río was still talking in the kitchen, but Miles had tuned her out in his panic. Things started shifting in his mind, like how the house looked similar but smelled completely weird, no alpha scent from his dad or omega scent from his mom. How his room looked different — had his mom had green eyes? Just now? He could’ve sworn they were brown, before, back at home —
Then the door opened and Miles lost his breath completely. He barely heard what his Uncle Aaron said to him when he came in, barely remembered replying to it. Automatically, he slammed into his uncle and wrapped him up in as tight of a hug as he could manage without breaking the man’s back. His Uncle Aaron didn’t push him off, exactly, but he didn’t really return the hug either. Miles backed off, laughing nervously, and reminded himself that he was in the wrong universe.
Uncle Aaron and Río talked in the kitchen for a bit, and then he took Miles…up to the roof? Miles thought his mamí had said something about the groceries, but he wasn’t familiar enough with this universe to contest anything. Plus, Uncle Aaron was talking about plans and getting into position, and Miles had no idea what was happening.
He barely stopped himself from gasping out loud when he saw how run down and just dark the city was, and couldn’t stop the noise when he turned and saw the giant mural for his father, almost exactly like the one he’d painted in that exact spot for Uncle Aaron, with the same message splashed across the side of it in familiar writing. His senses were screaming at him now, and his Uncle Aaron wasn’t exactly helping the situation by standing in silence next to him.
Actually…
He was just sort of standing there. Staring at Miles, his face set and hard in a way Miles had only seen once before, when he’d snuck into his uncle’s house after the first encounter with the Prowler and it turned out to be Uncle Aaron. The shadows on his face were eerie, and Miles had turned to him just in time to get whacked in the back of the head.
When he came to again, he was tied to a familiar punching bag. Not only that, the way he was tied was familiar, mostly; the chains were a weird addition, but he remembered clearly when he’d tied Peter B to this exact punching bag. He’d used the same exercise gear, after all, and the same room, and…
Well. Maybe not the same, exactly, but it was close enough. Right?
Either way, Miles tried to run interference, tried to appeal to his uncle’s better nature and (hopefully) an unwillingness to harm someone wearing his nephew’s face. He even tried to send out a calming scent, like his uncle used to do for him when he was particularly overwhelmed. It didn’t work with him, mostly because his uncle had actually been an omega and Miles wasn’t, and calming scents were usually an omega thing while alphas had to rely a bit more on physical touch, but that wasn’t the point! The point was, he’d made an attempt! Something familiar-ish, in a familiar-ish world, or at least that’s how Miles thought to look at it.
It didn’t work.
Miles felt his breath catch as the gauntlet just barely missed his head. The bag rocked violently, taking him with it, and Miles let out a trembling breath as it sunk in now; he had no way out of this. No one to watch his back, nobody even knew where he went. Not only that, it didn’t seem like his scent was doing anything to calm his uncle down. It smelled off here, too, honestly; the same sterile smell that had permeated his house, not the sort of cool scent that normally lingered in the air around here. It made his nose twitch, honestly, felt off. Made his own scent more potent, at least to him, panic and fear starting to sour it even as Miles tried to keep calm.
When the actual Prowler revealed himself, not his uncle like Miles had thought but the alternate version of himself, Miles tried to appeal to his better nature as well. Who would know better how to handle him but himself? But this Miles was different from him, clearly had different priorities, and Miles was almost at a loss for what to do.
“Here’s lesson number one, kid — don’t watch the mouth, watch the hands.”
God, Miles was tired. And drained. He sort of wanted to lay down and take a nap, because it had been a very long day (very long…couple of days…?) and, honestly, the thought of having to fight off his Uncle Aaron and Prowler!Miles Morales and still find a way to safety…it just seemed like a lot. A lot that he didn’t really want to do right at this particular moment, if only because he’d just finished fighting off an entire Spider Society and he hasn’t even had a chance to take a breather for anything.
But he was still Spider-Man, despite what Miguel said. Not the “One And Only Spider-Man”, maybe, but Spider-Man nonetheless. And like Gwen and Peter B and Noir had all said before, it was up to Spider-Man to keep getting back up, no matter how many times he was hit.
Keeping eye contact with his alternate self, Miles swept his finger along the chain links by his hands, generating a very small amount of power in his fingertips.
#miles morales#rio morales#miles 42#miles g morales#a/b/o au#a/b/o dynamics#punkflower#part 5#uncle aaron
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