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I realized I don't have to be so OVERLY organized with my blog and when it comes to posting my writing, creativity shouldn't be hindered.

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☥ One Piece

☥ One Piece, Live Action

☥ Spiderman: ATSV & ITSV

☥ Stranger Things

☥ The Walking Dead

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♦︎ Smut, Fluff & Angst

♦︎ Dark-Fics & Yandere

♦︎ Female, Male & Gender Neutral! Reader

♦︎ Headcanons

♦︎ Female & Male characters x reader

♦︎ x reader (only)

♦︎ Sub & Switch reader (mainly), Dom reader (somtimes)

What I will NOT Write

♦︎ Smut on underaged characters or in any nsfw way.

♦︎ Non-Con/Dub-con /pedophila/ddlg /mdlb

♦︎ Gross kinks, p!ss, sh!t,

♦︎ Race play, Master/Servant play, big age gaps (Over 5 years unless characters are 25+)

− Tired

✎ your fav x reader

♦︎summary: your boyfriend is tired after a long day, and tries to convince you to come to bed

♦︎word count: 300+

♦︎warnings: none, short

Men who like to hug you from behind while you're busy. Their scent overwhelming you and simultaneously calming you. You can feel their chest against you back, rising and falling with each breath they take. Their warm arms wrapped around your waist, snugly, as if they were make to be placed there. Your face shifts to an expression of amusement, mind being taken off of your current task.

,,and just what do you think you're doing, Sir?,,

,,mmm... just seeing what you're up to, was getting lonely without you,, His husky voice sending vibrations through your upper back and chest. From the low pitch of his voice alone, you could tell he was about five minutes from collapsing in exhaustion.

,,you sound tired baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet?,, You questioned him, but continued with your task at hand. You felt him squeeze lightly at your waist, rubbing small circles where one of his hands rest on your stomach. You release a content hum, relaxing every more into his hold.

,,come t' bed with me, please?,, He rasps out, anyone who didn't know him well, wouldn't be able to notice the whine in his voice. You take pride in how much you know your man, quirks, ambitions and all, there was nothing he could do that would get past you.

Not even his light manipulation; he knew the affect his voice laced with sleep had on you. Knew you couldn't resist him, especially when he was in the mood for cuddles which was few and far between.

,,okay, just let me finish this and I'll be right with you-,, he cut you off, pulling you impossibly closer to his body, as if trying to fuse you into becoming one.

,,you can finish t'morrow, you always over work 'ya self,, His words began to slur together, his tiredness getting the better of him. You supposed it would be better to abide by his wishes, before he falls asleep where you both stand and traps you here; a common occurrence.

,,alright big guy, come on, you win,, Your hand intertwines with his as you pull him with you to your shared bedroom. Your eyes growing heavy as you make your way to that sweet mattress where you could bundle up with your love under warm comforters.

♦︎note: This is really me just testing out the waters before I really start writing. I haven't written in a long time, so I'd really love if you all would send me any requests you have! 😊

I love hobei so much 🩷

Hobie meets your cats for the first time.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x f!Reader / Spider-Punk x f!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: Smut Implied, Kissing, established relationship, no use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader.

Synopsis: your cats interrupt your alone time with Hobie.

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Your keys jingle in your hands as you try and find the right key to your flat, you would've found it earlier, if it weren't for Hobie hugging you from behind while kissing your neck distractingly. 

"Hobie, can you wait till we get inside?" You crane your neck to look at him. You sigh in pleasure.

"Mmph?" He answers while his lips are still on your skin. 

"I can't find my keys, you're distracting me" you try not to move your neck to the left to give him more access to your skin, you bite your tongue instead to focus on choosing the right key. 

Hobie stops kissing you for a moment to grab your key ring from your fumbling hands. "Let me try" 

You miss the press of his lips on your skin when he pulls away, still reeling from the feeling, you forgot to roll your eyes at Hobie. This is his first time at your place. How would he know which key?

Click

Of course the door opens after only two tries. Hobie smirks at you teasingly. 

You finally roll your eyes, snatching your keys from Hobie swiftly. 

The second you're inside, Hobie attacks your neck once again, pushing you towards a wall, he cages you in his arms as he pushes the door closed with his foot. 

He kisses the underside of your chin, forcing you to look at your beige ceiling. He nips and licks at your skin passionately. Grabbing the back of his neck to guide him towards your lips, you kiss him, while your free hand grabs one of his belt loops to pull him towards you, closing in the small gap between you. Heat emanates from the both of you. 

Meow

A small mewl stops you both in your tracks, you both look to the side breathlessly, stuck in the same position, Hobie raises his brow.

"Oi, bruv, d'you mind? We're having a moment here" He gestures to you. 

"Meoww" the orange tabby cat pushes her empty bowl in front of her. The sound of the bowl moving across your wooden floors acts like a dinner bell, two more cats appear from somewhere.

"Ah, shit, it's way past their feeding time" you look at Hobie apologetically. 

"I don't mind" he pecks your lips, as if to say: we'll continue this later.

"I'm really sorry," You rub his kiss bitten lips with your thumb to swipe some sheen off them "I'll make it up to you later, I promise" 

You turn your back from Hobie still holding his hand, you slowly let go when you went further in your home. 

Once you're in your kitchen preparing their food, Hobie crouches down in front of the orange tubby.

"Cockblocker" he scoffs while Hobie holds out his hand for the cat to smell. The cat tentatively sniffs at his outstretched hand. Once she's satisfied, she bumps her head on his hand. She looks at the other cats then back to Hobie.

The other two follow her lead and they both sniff at him, one of them, a cream colored shorthair, moves towards Hobie's legs, she begins to circle around him while she rubs her face on his leg. 

The last cat, black as the night, stares at Hobie with his bright green eyes, his eyes turn to slits as if to say - you're good to stay, but I'm watching you.

You finally head back to Hobie, Gasping at the scene in front of you. 

"Oh. My. God." You squeal, quickly grab your phone to snap a picture of the adorable moment. 

Hobie looks up at you "guess they like me" he gives you a lopsided smile, the previous emotion slowly dissipates around you both.

"This is a miracle, they usually don't like new people" 

Hobie stands up to his full height, careful not to step on the cats. "They've probably smelled me off you before" 

Heat rises on your cheeks with his implication, you cross your arms to not give away the effect he has on you. He saunters towards you, the cats run off towards their food. 

"Do you have catnip on you?" You eye him suspiciously. 

Hobie chuckles deeply "Nah, cats just have a natural affinity towards me" he grabs your face lovingly, "you wanna frisk me, to make sure?" He gives you his signature smirk. 

You let out a breath you've been holding. He comes closer to you until he's mere inches away,

"Fuckin' hell! What is that?" 

He lets you go, running towards your cat tree. Your excitement deflates. 

"It's their cat tree, the employee at the pet store called it a cat condo" you huff at another interruption. 

"A condo? Love, that's a full on mansion right there" he gestures toward the expansive structure, numerous branches, platforms and cubbies hang on it. 

"Too much?" You wince, terrified he might get turned off by it. 

"For them? Nah, I'm sure it's worth every penny" he looks at it, curious to see if he can DIY a few more floors to add to it.

"You wanna meet them formally?" He turns back around, he sees you carrying the orange tubby, her full stomach protruding.

"Yes," Hobie says a little too fast. 

You bounce the orange blob, "her name's Crumpet! She's the oldest one," you whisper the next part "I adopted her five years ago" 

"Why are you whispering?" 

"Because she doesn't know she's adopted" you whisper back. 

Hobie looks at you fondly, "dork" he softly says as he holds Crumpet's paw, "your mum's a dork" he looks at Crumpet with a smile. 

"Myeow" she answers back 

"I think that means she knows" you chuckle at your own joke.

"You're my dork" Hobie leans towards you for a kiss, he finds you adorable, he thinks you deserve a kiss just for that. 

Before he could though, he felt movement around his leg. He looks down to see your other cat, the cream colored one. 

"Oh," you clear your throat, trying to push down your excitement again. "That one is Teacup, When I got her she was so tiny she could fit inside a teacup" 

Hobie chuckles at the name "Tea and Crumpets, then?"

You nod, "Yep, and that one," you point with your head since your hands are occupied, at the black void sitting on top of your kitchen counter, looking directly at Hobie. "Is Crowley!" 

Upon hearing his name, Crowley drops down gracefully, he rubs his face on your leg, purring loudly. 

"He's a bit overprotective, ain't he?" Hobie looks at Crowley. Crowley glared at Hobie when he spoke. 

"Well, he is the man of the house" you shrug, as you sit down on your sofa. 

The second your back hit the soft plush of the sofa, your other two cats ran towards you, Crowley curls around himself on your lap while Teacup sits next to you looking at Hobie, like she's waiting for him.

You notice Hobie still standing, inviting him to sit next to you by patting the space closest to you. 

"Nyeow" Teacup whines towards Hobie.

"Can't say no to that" Hobie heads towards the space next to you, lifting up Teacup by her arms so he could sit closer to you. He places Teacup on his lap, she curls around herself immediately, purring loudly.

"It's a bit concerning how much she likes you" you softly say, craning your neck to look at Hobie lovingly petting Teacup. 

Hobie puts his non-petting arm around your shoulders moving you closer to him. "She has good taste, just like her mum" he leans towards your lips, slowly closing the gap. 

"Do you really like them? They're not too much?" You whisper against his lips before they meet.

"How could anyone not like 'em? They're perfect, even Crowley" 

You laugh at his jab, "Didn't peg you as a cat person" 

Hobie rubs your cheek endearingly "haven't I told you I'm a cat guy?" 

Hobie guides your face towards his again, when you suddenly gasp. 

"I forgot! I need to give you something" you drop Crumpet on his shoulder, while Crowley moves towards the sofa's armrest. "Be right back" pecking his lips.

"I've got it!" You emerge from the sides holding something. Sitting back down you give the small patch to Hobie. 

Hobie looks at the menacing aura emanating from the arm rest. He sees Crowley perched elegantly, his emerald eyes staring directly at Hobie. While Crumpet sways her tail across Hobie's chest, still perched on his shoulders.

Hobie stares back at Crowley, teasingly smirking at the cat.

"I think he's planning my murder" Hobie points out. 

"Aww he's a sweetheart, you'll win him eventually" you say while petting the void next to you, Crowley sits unmoving still staring daggers at Hobie. 

"Right, what's this?" Hobie looks at the piece of cloth in his hand. 

"It's a patch! I made it for you, y'know to add to your jacket" you ramble on to hide your sudden shyness. 

The patch has a stitched cartoon version of Crowley holding a knife in his mouth, the bottom of the design reads- 'piss off' 

"You made this?" He feels the stitches with his thumb. 

You bite your lip while nodding "you like it? I saw that you have a cat patch already, so I made you another one, she seemed lonely" 

"It's fuckin' gorgeous, lovey" He grabs your face in excitement, he kisses every inch of your face with a loud smooch in-between. 

Before he could finally kiss your lips, he heard a hiss from behind you. 

"Crowley!" You look behind you. "Don't be mean!" 

"Nope" Hobie grabs you by the back of your legs, He lifts you up with ease. You gasp while instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips. 

"What are you doing?" You laugh at his shenanigans. 

"You're my human shield" he says while he peeks at Crowley over your shoulder. 

"He's harmless" you giggle, as if on cue, Crowley raises his hips with a hiss, readying to pounce. 

"Okay, maybe not" you wrap your arms around Hobie's neck while he jumps towards your ceiling. He sticks to it by his hands and feet, while you use him as your personal hammock. 

"He can't reach us up here, right?" He asks you. 

You peek over his shoulder to see Crowley trying to reach you by jumping, while Teacup meows upward, Crumpet sleeps on the couch unbothered. 

You hide behind Hobie, cuddling his torso, the height giving you vertigo. 

"Don't worry, I've got you" he pats your behind before sticking his hand back on the ceiling. "Let me kiss you better" 

You lean up to look at his face, smirking in victory. "Was this a ruse to get me alone?" 

"Know me so well" he chuckles against your lips. You cup his face to stabilize yourself against his body. 

Kissing him back, you hear Crowley's mewls for you to come down.

A/n: Thank you for reading! Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! ❤️

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Omfg I was looking for this fic for so long 😭

You stay the night at Hobie's for the first time

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: You sleepover at Hobie's houseboat.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, FLUFF, smut implied.

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Obsessing over the pimple on your forehead, you try to pop it in between your forefinger and thumb. 

"Ughh" you grimace while staring at your reflection on Hobie's grimey mirror. 

You glimpse at your form, you're wearing one of Hobie's numerous band shirts, after you accidentally spilled mouthwash on your pajama shirt, you asked to borrow one. You're giddy that you smell like him.

He joked that you spilled mouthwash on it on purpose just to wear his shirt. 

"Stop it, you're gonna make it worse" Hobie says as he watches the disaster in front of him. He's lounging on his bed, arms tucked under his head. His dark jumper rides up a bit showing his toned stomach. His legs are properly tucked under the patchwork comforter.

"But it's bothering meee" you kick your legs like your throwing a tantrum.

"It doesn't even look that bad," Hobie pats the open space beside him "come to bed, lovey" 

"Says the man who has clear skin even though you wash your face with the same soap you use on your body" You turn to face him, ignoring his exposed skin. 

You've never seen him this relaxed before. He's a pretty laid back guy already, but this? His half-lidded eyes looking at you, paired with him in his comfortable non-spiky clothes– maybe you should come to bed.

"It's genetics, all natural, baby" 

"It's actually au naturel" you cross your arms on your chest, hiding your uneven breathing.

"No, it's not" 

"Yes, it is" you step forward.

"Nuh uh" 

"Yea uh" 

You stare at each other for a second.

"...C'mere" Hobie concedes defeat or else you would be at it all night. He takes his left arm from under him to reach towards you. 

"Fine" you head towards the bed, your sea legs swaying when a small wave hits the houseboat. You crawl under the covers. 

"Why are you so far, get over 'ere" he grabs the cover under you to drag you towards him, closing the already small distance. He's been waiting for this the entire day. He feels elated, he couldn't wait to finally cuddle with you, 

You hoped he didn't notice the small distance you made, but alas he's a perceptive one who doesn't like admitting he likes cuddles. Truth be told, you're actually nervous spending the night with him for the first time, you're not expecting for something to happen tonight, but if something did happen you're prepared for it, kind of, sorta, maybe?

Not to mention, the houseboat is a little intimidating, like what if you get sea sick and puke all over his carpet, well you're floating on a river, but nonetheless the rocking motion could still give you motion sickness. Or what if you kick him off the bed while asleep, or you sleep walk and you fall overboard. Or what if–

Hobie pinches your nose, keeping his fingers around it. "Oi, where did you go?" 

"Nuhn of yhor bhismes" you swat at his hand. 

"Your eyes went glossy for a second, thought I lost you" 

"I was actually thinking about your houseboat" 

"And here I thought you were thinking 'bout me" he holds his arm out behind you, unsure if you're okay with the action. 

Noticing his uncertainty, you swallow your shyness, you lean against his arm placing your head softly on his shoulder. Any doubt from Hobie is quickly washed away by your reaction. He pushes you closer to his warmth with the hand around your shoulder.

"What about the houseboat?" He stares at you while you play with a loose thread on his jumper.

"Like.. how'd you get it?" You absentmindedly twirl the thread around your fingers.

"Bought it off a bloke"

"That's it? No crazy or wacky story behind it?" You stare up at him suspiciously.

"Yes, there's no wacky story behind it" he mocks your word choice by copying your voice. "I needed a place, my friend's cousin's friend sold it at a cheap price. That's it, nothing madcap 'bout it" 

"Hmm, Do you even know how to drive, wait no sail? Is it called sailing when it doesn't have sails? Nevermind you get what I'm talking about, do you know how to do that?" You ramble, he finds it adorable.

"Yes, how do you think I brought it here from Amsterdam?" He's now curious whether it's sail or drive.

You gasp, sitting up "See! There IS a wacky story behind it" you poke his chest playfully.

Hobie grabs your finger to stop you "There IS nothing wacky about it. Well-" he remembers something, you perk up "we had to dodge the coast guard, but that's about it" 

"THE COAST GUARD?!" A huge grin blooming on your face.

"All right calm your beans" Hobie pushes your head back down lightly.

"How long did it take you to get back?" You snuggle closer to him.

"It would've just taken us 6-7 hours, but we had to hide from the coast guard so it took us about 10 hours" 

"Who were you with?" You fight a yawn.

"Why? You jealous?" Hobie shakes you lightly, he wants to talk to you more.

"Why would I be jealous of your friend's cousin's friend?" You rub one of his unruly eyebrows, shaping the strands back into place.

Hobie chuckles. He wants to stay like this with you, sleep be damned.

"What do you want for breakfast?" A yawn escaping you. You situate yourself on his chest.

"You gonna cook for me?" Hobie holds on to you tighter.

"Hmm, if you're nice to me in the morning, yeah" 

"What do you mean? I'm always nice to you" 

"You say that as you're staring at my pimple" you start to close your eyes. 

"Well, gorgeous, I'm not staring directly at it, I'm looking at you, you wear my shirt really well" 

"Well, handsome," you tease him back "anything looks better when I wear it" you feel sleep taking you.

"You're right," Hobie whispers against your hair "I like my eggs sunny side up by the way" 

"Hmm" a soft smile on your face.

Since you're wearing socks, with a sly smirk on Hobie's face, he slowly lifts up the leg hem of your pajama pants with his cold foot, once there's enough space, he quickly lays his ice cold foot on your leg. 

"Ack! What- Hobie!" You shoot up from your position. 

Hobie laughs loudly, you feel the houseboat shake lightly.

You playfully slap his chest.

"You!" Slap "Menace!" Slap

In one swift movement, he grabs your slapping hand, then he flips himself over you, his legs on your sides, caging you in.

You gasp at the weight above you, a wide smile blooming on your face.

"Hobie! You're too heavy!" Drowsiness is now completely gone.

He half kneels on your sides so he doesn't completely crush you.

"You're not allowed to sleep" Hobie leans slightly towards you, you can see his playful smirk illuminated by the moonlight.

"What do you mean I'm not allowed?! You invited me to a SLEEPOVER, you dork!" You gasp out as he's a few inches away from your face.

"Lemme guess you're the kind of person who falls asleep first in a sleepover? you're the dork here, sweets" he leans closer his lips ghosting over yours. 

You close your eyes in anticipation. Instead of a kiss, you feel Hobie blow raspberries on your jaw.

"Ack! HAHAHAHAHAHA" your legs kicking up trying to stop him from tickling you.

Hobie pulls back breathlessly.

"Oh you're ticklish? Got it" he smirks devilishly. "Wonder where else you're ticklish?" Hobie tilts his head.

"No! Don't you dare, Hobart!" Your eyes widen when he winds up his arms to tickle your stomach, despite the threat you can't help but grin.

"Oh using my government name now, huh" Hobie tickles your sides relentlessly, your laughs echoing throughout the space. 

"Okay! Okay! I'll stay up!" You say in between laughs.

He finally stops his attack, letting you breathe. 

"Yeah?" He takes his tickling stance again.

"Yes" you giggle "please stop or I might piss my pants" 

"Ooh kinky" he squeezes your cheeks together as you glare at him. 

"Can you please kiss me already so we can properly cuddle like you wanted" you say with your squished lips.

Hobie chuckles "saw right through me, huh" he leans down finally giving your most awaited kiss.

He eases up from squishing your cheeks so you could kiss him back properly, you hold on to the back of his neck, grounding you. 

Hobie pulls away, he stares at your wide eyes lovingly. You lift yourself up using his neck as leverage, quickly peppering his face with kisses, until he laughs with every peck.

You pull back, taking in his lovesick stricken face, his smile lopsided, eyes basically shaped like hearts. You're sure you mirror his expression. 

"I should invite you more often" he lays back down next to you, arm wrapped around your torso, half of his body staying on top of you, his legs splayed over yours. Hobie relaxes immediately.

You crane your neck "yeah you should. I really love your home, babe" you rub his arm soothingly.

"Really? You're not sea sick?" 

"I gotta be honest with you, I took a kwells tablet beforehand," you laugh.

"That's pretty smart" Hobie fights a yawn "you're really smart, love" he rubs the side of your neck.

"You're only saying that so I'll make you breakfast" you whisper, once you notice his eyes slowly close. 

"No, you're really smart, and lovely, and a bloody good cook" he parks his head on the crook of your neck with a sigh.

You chuckle softly, pulling the covers up to his chin, you lay your head just above his. 

You both fall asleep listening to each other's steady breathing with the houseboat rocking you both rhythmically.

A/n: I'm sorry that my last fic made y'all cry lmao, here's some fluff. As always thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

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Could you possibly write some dating headcanons for Ben Reilly?? He is such a himbo, I love him sm :D

Dating headcanons for ATSV Ben Reilly

Note(s) : The reader is a Spider from another universe!

I'm just gonna guess that you mean ATSV Ben! My bad if that's not the case, this might be OOC because I haven't seen the movie since it came out.

He feels like you're so strange and different to him, you don't speak out loud what your emotions are and that's so different from his universe, it's almost like a puzzle that Ben is desperate to solve, even if he can just ask you, audibly guessing is just that much more fun.

Ben isn't too smart with body language, in his universe, everybody says what they're feeling or doing, so if you're somebody who has very neutral expressions, he tends to get confused a lot and misinterpret your actions. He doesn't do this on purpose, and you can always correct him which he fully accepts.

Ben loves to give you things, usually it's a modified version of your web shooter, or maybe extra web fluid, if you're a spider that needs it, a gift that would benefit you and the missions you go on, but he also gives you matching clothing items.

While he'd never trade his blue hoodie for something else, don't even try it's not going to happen, he's willing to wear bracelets, rings, a new belt, etc, etc. Sometimes he makes them, which is usually from one of those crappy DIY bracelet kits, but usually they're one of those couple bracelets with magnets you can click together.

But he might wear a different hoodie for casual clothing, maybe on a date to another universe of one of your own, he's not a suit and tie, fancy dinner type of guy.

He's a clone of Peter, he's going to be broke.

Fully willing to give and receive PDA, the only times he won't is if you don't want to, he always says things audibly so you can know when he'll give you a hug or a kiss, and if you don't want one, then you can just say no or move away.

Ben despises beach dates, the sand gets everywhere, it triggers his spider sense whenever a beach ball gets near him, if you're in your universe or one that isn't like his, people stare when he narrates.

His ideal date is a pizza date, what does that entail? Either, you go to one of those places where you can customise your own pizza, or, you bake your own at home! He thinks it's fun to experiment with flavour and different kinds of pizza.

He just likes pizza, okay?

Specifically Hawaiian pizza.

Ben's a workout boyfriend, he's always lifting, fighting villains, or holding up a helicopter, he's buff, and he also likes to carry you. It doesn't matter how heavy you are, or if you're not heavy at all, he's strong enough to carry you wherever or whenever.

He gets sad whenever you have a mission and he's not paired with you, and vice versa for when he's on a mission and not with you. Sometimes he calls you mid fight, which means either one of you is running from a villain and being all 'awh, I love you!(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡' but then a metal tentacle crushes your watch because you were distracted.

Let's hope Miguel finds your or Ben before your atoms dissolve.

Ben isn't too panicked when you're hurt, it all depends on how you're reacting, even if you've broken all of your bones, if you're chill, so is he. Obviously, he's always concerned, and you'll hear 'my beloved is injured, they're hurt and I can't do anything! But I must stay strong, so they can.' But besides that, he's cool.

Speaking of, he has a lot of harrowing memories, and while he doesn't rely on you, he will occasionally seek comfort. Ben will usually just sob into your shoulder for a few hours, and after that, will probably cuddle you and trap you into a snuggle buddy situation, not like you're complaining.

Whenever you're sad, he won't expect you to come to him, but he'll accept you with open arms if you do. Whether you just want to cuddle, or have him in the same room, or if you just want comfort food, or a drink, or whatever. He's fine with whatever you want, and he'll provide whatever you want.

Within reason, obviously.

Ben isn't dumb, yes, he's a bit clueless and tends to get distracted, but he's incredibly smart when it comes to fighting, and he was previously a teacher, (I think, correct me if I'm wrong) so he's completely capable of being a smart ass if you get something wrong. Not in a mean way, just a corrective 'uhm, well actually 🤓' type of way?

He likes to have double dates! Whether Peter is with MJ, or Gwen, or whoever Peter Parker managed to rizz up, given that Peter is sort of like his brother, he likes to spend time with him, and he also likes spending time with you.

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞...

I know, I know, don't yell at me, I'm late as everloving hell✋🏽😔✋🏽...

fun fact about lyss you didn't ask for, though: I have massive trouble committing myself to watching new things, even if I know for a fact I will love/enjoy it. due to this reason, I haven't seen barbie, blue beetle, etcetc, yet, hence why I'm just now getting around to watching across the spider-verse months and months and months later...

but not the point,,, oh my god, it was so good?! obviously, I've been planning to watch it, but I think I definitely should have mentally prepared myself because though it was amazing, it was also very overwhelming? but in a good way. like, my thoughts are still very jumbled (which might make me biased, currently, due to being stuck in wonder-mode).

[wonder-mode = the first fifteen minutes - twenty-four hours of pure adrenaline, good vibes, and main character energy you feel after watching a good ass movie where you have no thoughts yet so many all at once and you'll definitely need some time to gather yourself/your words].

I think I'll definitely have to watch it a second time tomorrow so I can full grasp onto everything and every one of the characters, which will then allow me to gage some proper thoughts to share later. and then, I'll be able to officially add it to the master list of stuff I write/make content for (although you are very free to request whatever you want right now just to get my creative juices flowing in advance /ᐠ-ܫ-マ).

but anyways, I'm now officially unhealthily in love with hobie, miles, e-42 miles, and pavitr :')♡. If anyone wants to talk spider-verse (no matter the specific topic), I'm game, especially for dr's and oc's ! run me those spider-sonas >:D !!

Miles 42 Headcannons ( We got a man yall 🤭🤭

Miles 42x Black Reader

OK first off, THIS IS A 15/16 YEAR OLD CHILD HE BROKE AS HELL

Like he not broke broke but, hell shadow box for $5 and win ts. To me I feel he got a little money saved form how his dad taught his savings, and he got a back account because remember he's like a hitman he gets paid, but he's not like rich enough to the point he buys you like Rolex watches, Catier, Dior vintage bags from the 70's spring collection.

Next, I feel like to me evry says hes like some bad boy to me i just think hes troubled but, hes a good kid. In the first movie Miles acted the same way and in the second movie he's more mature I feel like Miles-42 matured faster since his dad died; he could never play with action figures when no action was taken to save his dad

It very sad how they describe him in fics as like a drug dealer bad kid when really, I think he's just a matured yet still goofy version of Miles like imagine Hobie attitude with miles it practically the same!

Also, more on the dating side of things Miles-42 I believe would not trust his s/o til 3 months later or even more. Miles-42 is a hitman, and he may have been taught people are going to burn your bridge when they have the chance so, Miles stays clear of really revealing his inner turmoil's til he can fully trust you.

But, when Miles does open up he's like a little flower all nice and smells good yet can still have you in the bed sick and tired if tried hard enough, I feel like his emotions would turn more gentler like he wasn't neglecting you but he kind of was condescending when you show a lot of affection and until you prove your real, hell just make the relationship picture worthy and not living worthy.

But an opinion I know people would say is true is that Miles both of them cannot flirt. Remember than most likely Miles-42 dad and Miles-1160 uncle died at or around the same time which means they both experienced the same ' I almost messed up my chances with this cool girl because my uncle/dad didn't teach me how to be a smooth criminal' but to me with how he put his hand on Miles-1160 shoulder..that man had one girlfriend in the 5th grade and he's been feelin himself since then.

Now before you two started dating you have crushes, Miles didn't have many crushes to my idea. I feel like he didn't see it like he thought of kids as friends and if he did like smb it would be like quick and over with simply because he would try to be friends more.

Like imagine you tryna shoot your shot with him and he just asks you what your favorite power ranger...that what I mage would happen but he's 15/16 so instead it him saying ' cool but, not interested' like he's not rude about it but, you would feel he not messin with you,

Buttt if he does have like a real crush on you, I feel like he would try to get to know you by socials than irl, like asking Ganke can he ask for your socials and then following you and from there trying bag you by cheesy but smooth texts. He would ask about your day, what was the homework, what clubs you do ask a conversation starter but, if you feelin him hell asking about music because I feel like Miles-42 and Miles-1160 both have a music bone in them, and you know Miles-42 listens to good music (won't ever catch him listening to mf Lil Pump ass) I also feel like Miles would ask about pop culture opinions to see how you are as a person like do you watch any popular tv shows? Ohhhh your favorite is Greys Anatomy... so you have nothing to do in your time? That what hell thinks.

My last little head cannon is more of what he would do if Ms. Rio liked you, which because he respectful baddies she likes us quickly, so What would miles do if Rio likes us 🧐

First, Miles wouldn't tell but shell know simply because Miles never smiles at a text, it doesn't matter if he won $128302 million, he not smiling until he met our lovely baddie reader now, he is giggling and kicking his feet. To Ms. Rio that's not normal, it gives her a sense of his old self and she doesn't pry into his social like a helicopter parent but, she doesn't take a peek over his shoulder and when Miles does get the courage to tell her she just smiling acting like she aint know.

Miles seeing his mom like would take a big relief off his shoulders because he thought about the reddit stories where the mom is crazy and now, he thinks his momma gonna run us over with a truck and blame it on the next-door neighbor (true miles fashion)

His mom liking you also lets him know he picked the right one, mothers know best when it comes to fake people for some odd reason and if Rio didn't side-eye you when she met you then your good and he's inviting you to his house more often. I'm not going to talking about Uncle Aaron because I feel like they not as close like that but that a head cannon for a sad day.

But, at the end of the day Miles wants us bad 🤭🤭

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Yandere Miguel O’Hara Headcanons

a/n: there are two routes platonic and romantic, which will be bolded and colour-coded like this, please forgive my spanish i am breaking out my high school spanish classes.

tw: yandere themes, possessive, obsessive, and controlling behaviour, potential spoilers, suggestive themes (romantic route), captivity, canonical inaccuracies, implied neglect (platonic route)

•Becoming the hero Arachnid wasn’t something you ever planned on happening. You were just going about your regular, every day life when a radioactive spider bit you. The spider that bit you gave you amazing powers that you utilized to become the amazing, the one and only friendly neighbourhood Arachnid! Then, you were suddenly pulled into another dimension that was almost exactly like yours and discovered that you weren’t the only one of well you after all.

•You, alongside other spider-themed heroes, joined forces against Kingpin in order to return to your home dimensions. However, that wasn’t your last adventure with the multiverse. Your next encounter would occur a few months after your first misadventure. Having finished fighting the Green Goblin, you were ready to end the night there. Then, a portal similar to the one that brought you to Miles’ dimension opened up. Out came a tall, well-muscled Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman

•They introduced themselves as Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew and informed of the Spider society they’d formed. You were offered membership by them. Well, by Jessica. Miguel was staying silent. You don’t know why, but you felt as though he was watching you. He was, of course, he was right in front of you, but this felt eerie. Your senses were telling you something was wrong but Jessica was so nice and you really were excited and honoured to be given such an opportunity. So, you take it.

Romantic Route:

•Miguel stared at you intently. He’d been watching you for a while now, observing. You resemblance was uncanny— you looked exactly like his spouse. Not his spouse exactly, but the one the other had. You looked like the partner that Miguel had grown to love alongside his daughter. A variant of them. Although he was initially against you joining, it would be easier to watch you— look out for you if you joined the lobby.

•After your acceptance, Miguel tasked Jessica with guiding you around the lobby. He didn’t trust anyone else and he couldn’t bare to do it himself. He couldn’t handle himself around you. It wasn’t just your appearance that was uncanny, it was everything. You mannerisms, habits, likes, interests, everything. How Miguel yearned for you. Yearned to feel your touch, your kiss. Yearned for the happiness he once knew.

•But that would break the canon, wouldn’t it? The memories of his world, his family fading from existence because he broke the canon. He couldn’t let that happen again. So, he behaved coldly towards you. But as Miguel continued to watch you and interact with you, he started to doubt. You were a variant of his partner, but your dimension didn’t have a variant of Miguel O’Hara. Perhaps, he rationalized, this was canon. Your fates were meant to be intertwined. He needed you and you needed him. That was canon.

•Miguel strikes when you least expect. Spends weeks carefully planning. He stalks you, memorizes your routine to a point. He assigns you a mission, not overly-difficult but not easy. Something to tire you out. With your senses dulled and the weariness from the fight left you susceptible to his attack. Quickly, stealthily and by surprise, he subdued you. His sharp fangs biting into the tender skin of your neck, paralyzing you.

•When you come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Yet there are familiar objects lying around; trinkets and photos that had disappeared. Your spidey-senses were going off the rails and that’s when he came.

“Miguel?”

•He tells you you’re here for your safety and for the safety of your dimension. Swears you’re meant to be with him, that it’s canon. Warns you of the consequences if you break the canon. You stare at him, intaking his audacity. Then, you shriek at him. Call him out on his absolute bull. Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He ignores your screeching and leaves. Obviously, you’re still in shock. You’ll come around.

•Almost a month later, lo and behold, you still haven’t come around to being pliant with your captor. Miguel is a man of many things, but patience is not one. He is so very tired, having to deal with Lyla’s teasing and the other Spider’s bullshit. Is it too much to ask to come home to his loving spouse? Just like he used to.

•Apparently, it is. Seeing as you aren’t his spouse, but someone he locked up, you scream at him. Unholy screeches whenever you see him. Today, Miguel’s had enough. Large hands wrap around you and slam you against the headboard of the bed you’re chained too.

“Enough.” He hisses. “¡Mierda! I won’t hear it. ¿Me entienden? You stay here. If the safety of the multiverse won’t convince then maybe the safety of your aunt will.”

•The moment the vague threat passes over you freeze entirely. You’ve lost almost everyone, everyone but her. Carefully, you suck in air. Large tears brim at the edges of your eyes. as you look Miguel directly in the eyes. His eyes, dark and dangerous, bore back into yours.

“Please Miguel,” you whisper. “I’ll stay. I’m sorry. Don’t hurt her.”

•Miguel softens at your submission. However, he still doesn’t trust you. He pulls himself off you and stalks out, leaving you laying on the bed, dazed. From that day forewords, you become more compliant. You listen to Miguel and don’t fight him. Miguel knows that he can’t keep you locked away forever. People were asking questions. With your ‘good’ behaviour, you’ll be granted more privileges. More freedom, if that’s what you can call it. You’ll never truly be free, trapped under Miguel’s watchful eyes. But you’re able to go into the lobby again. To talk with people, even if you do so bearing Miguel’s marks. You know you can’t escape him, not when he could take away the little you had left, not when he would hunt you down through every universe. For now, you know you can’t escape Miguel’s grip.

Platonic Route:

•When Miguel saw you for the first time, he felt the world stop around him. It was as though there was nobody else but you and him. You, who was the only variant of his dead child that wasn’t truly his. He watched as you swung around, mocking villains and making clever quips. Miguel’s heart ached for you, for himself, for his dead daughter and child. As he watched you, memories of holding his child as they died because of him resurface. Once more, does Miguel feel the bitter sting of grief and loss.

•Oh, how Miguel desires to hold you, to cradle you close and never let go. But he can’t, he won’t. You’re not his child. You’re not the child he failed to protect. No, you’re a child he can protect. Thus, his decision to allow you to join the spider-society, if only to watch over you and protect you. Your family clearly isn’t doing a good job at it. Miguel spends more time than necessary looking after you. Not that he meant to, of course. You were just so vulnerable. You needed guidance. You may have been s superhero but you were also a child.

•Under Miguel’s guidance you thrive. He teaches you proper fighting techniques, improves your web-shooters and other tech you have and acts as the father figure you need. His teaching method is firm yet gentle. Miguel remains stern, however, everyone notices how soft he is with you. Life is good in the lobby. To be honest, sometimes you consider staying forever. Or more accurately, Miguel implies you should.

•Yes, he was originally not going to interfere. But it was you who made the decision to stay, so obviously that meant something. And Miguel wouldn’t lie, whenever you returned to your Earth to fulfill your duties as Arachnid, he could barely think he was so worried. Every villain encounter, every scrape and bruise is another chance to fail to protect his child. Miguel gets more desperate over time. Your time in the lobby is almost exclusively spent with him. Every mission is with him, every meal is with him, almost every moment is spent by Miguel’s side. And honestly? You’re starting to get s little sick of it.

•Not that you were complaining. You’re so grateful for the opportunities Miguel gave you, but he’s so overbearing. Maybe it’s normal, you rationalize, you’re family isn’t very close. Besides, you’ve seen Peter B. Parker with Mayday. Even Miguel isn’t that clingy. Your senses are blaring danger and to get away, but your yearning for love and affection suppress them. You continue to push down your instincts until you can’t. Until you decide to listen to your doubts— only to prove them wrong, of course. However, just your luck, your instincts are proven correct. You discover a goddamn tracker implanted in your arm.

•Finally, everything clicks. Everything Miguel does? Not normal! Just creepy, especially this. Thus, you decide to leave. You dig out your tracker and stitch the wound back up. You leave the tracker where you know Miguel will find it and leave, discarding your portal bracelet. You return to your Earth for the final time, intent on never leaving again.

•When Miguel returns to find your tracker and no trace of you, he goes ballistic. You left, he can’t protect you. You’ll get hurt, you’ll die. Miguel can’t risk losing you. He travels to your Earth in search of you. There, he tracks you down to find you losing badly against the Green Goblin. You’re clutch your ribs, bruised and bloody. The moment he sees you like this, Miguel enters a blazing fury. He attacks the Goblin viciously, pounding him until a sickening crunch is heard and the Goblin’s neck snaps. You collapse, from your injuries and the shock of witnessing Miguel kill the Goblin.

•Your chest seizes, hyperventilating. You can hear your heart beat racing as Miguel turns to you. He watches you panic and slowly paces towards you. You attempt to scoot away, but you can barely move. Miguel’s mask is off. You can see his eyes being filled with the same eerie softness as the day you met. Carefully, he leans down and large hands grasp onto you. You struggle as best you can, squirming despite the pain.

“¡Ay! Cariño.” He admonishes gently. “Be still, you’ll hurt yourself.”

•Regardless of his orders, you continue to squirm. Sighing, Miguel extended his fangs and bit down on your neck. Paralyzed, you fall limp in his arms. Carefully, he maneuvers you so to not hurt you. He cradles you to his chest as he inspects you over.

“We’ll get you checked out when we go to your new room. ¿Estàts bien?”

•Unable to do anything, you lay helpless in Miguel’s arms as he takes you to your new fancy prison cell— or room as he calls it. From there, you’ll be safe. Somewhere only Miguel knows, a place he can be certain he can protect you. Yes, you’ll stay locked away in your gilded cage, guarded by Miguel. Safe from the world, from every threat but him.

a/n - sorry i was gone guys my depression got really bad :p

he laid on the bed. the buzzing of the fan made him sick to his stomach. wrappers and clothes and cups and pages were thrown all about his room. his own mind held him back.

the days felt like a time paradox. the hours felt like torture. the minutes felt like hell. the seconds felt like death.

he needed something to hold on to. anything. just a tiny bit of hope. he needed something to pull him out of his own head. anything. just a hand to pull him out of that train wreck.

that was, until you came along.

the second his eyes fell upon you, it was almost like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. he could breathe. he could see a hopeful light.

for once in his life, the storm clouds dispersed and a rainbow began to shine through. it was like you were his saving grace.

years passed and tears passed. keeping the storm away was hard for him at times. but he held you close.

he held you tight in his arms, feeling like he had a home. somewhere and someone to lean on. someplace to go back to when things got hard. something he needed for so long.

he muttered softly: “i will never let you go.”

DAZAI, fyodor, poe, AKUTAGAWA, hobie, MIGUEL, simeon, LUCIFER, GIYUU, obanai, zhongli, NAGITO, and any other of your clinically depressed favs <3

NoOOOO maybe its a lil silly but its rubi or bee / beescool 😭 promise im not stalking u or nun i literally found u in the comments of a miles fic, gotta say u got good taste lmfaoo.

OMD HI I'M GLAD TO HEAR FROM YA && All these miles fic ARE REALLY GOOD ! I RARELY COMMENT AS WELL , so it's a surprise that you found me but I'M HAPPY ABT IT dw !!

Imma do one now , just to celebrate you sending this message to me 🤩🤩 && AND bc you called me out on looking at miles fics 😭😭

━━━━━━━━ THE CHAOS━MAGNET && THE COMICAL DORK .

━━━━━━ EARTH 1610 ! MILES MORALES && GENDER NEUTRAL ! READER

━━ [ Name ] && Miles both spend the day together by baking something sweet !

WARNING ( S ) ; None , just some fluff && kitchen disasters !

RELATIONSHIP ; ( Hinted ) Romantic , Pining && Crushing , Oblivious + Obvious Trope .

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ MILES DIDN'T THINK OF HIMSELF TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS [ NAME ] , AS HE WAS BOUND TO SCREW UP SOMETHING AND ULTIMATELY DESTROY ANY WAY OF HIM EVEN TRYING TO REMOTELY IMPRESS [ NAME ] . The latter teen seemed to not be paying any mind to how Miles was constantly taking prolonged ( and blatantly obvious ) glimpses at them , while he was supposed to keep his eyes on the cookbook .

[ Name ] did pay attention to what was on the cookbook , well they truly did try to . But , as they pressed their lips against a thin line : they ultimately snatched the cookbook that Miles was supposed to pay attention , and they threw it towards a window . However , the window didn't even smash from that impact , as the cookbook bounced off from it and fell down to the floor .

Miles flailed his arms about , standing upright , visibly jumpy and awfully confused as to why [ Name ] even decided to do that .

" Uh ━ Why'd you do that for ? " Miles uttered out the question , his eyebrows furrowed with a heavy amount of concern , keeping his peering look onto [ Name ] .

Without a gasp of a breath , [ Name ] rushed about the kitchen and started to gather out random pots , pans , wooden spoons , whisks and plates .

Okay , the whole rushing thing was starting to freak out Miles , a bit .

Nevermind , it was freaking him out , a lot .

[ Name ] was frantically going all over their kitchen , but they came to an abrupt stop , because of Miles grabbing their shoulders and shaking them ferociously . " [ Name ] ! Are you alright ? ━ What are you trying to do ? "

[ Name ] blinked mildly , surprised by the sudden contact , but they gently pushed down Miles' arms and a small laugh left them . " Don't worry yourself , brochacho ! " With that chilled━out comment of endearing reassurance , [ Name ] brought their hands up and smooshed up Miles' cheeks ━ while holding on a drooped look with a dazy smile of relaxation . Miles widened his eyes involuntarily at this action , an anxious smile wobbled onto his face , that said━face of his was starting to slowly grow warm .

" Woah . . . Your face is sooo warm , dude . " [ Name ] stated in a chilled━out and monotone toning of voice , moving their hands back with bewilderment displayed all over their features . Miles grimaced , embarrassment overtaking himself , wavering his arms in a flurry , stumbling a few steps back .

" Oh , me ? Uh ━ Pfft , well . . . It's just , very━very . . . very hot in here ! Can't just be me , right ? " Miles tried to act all nonchalant and lean back on a part of the kitchen counter to act all cool , but he slipped a bit and folded his arms , squeezing up his face with utter disdain .

[ Name ] raised an eyebrow , but quickly shrugged . " Eh . . . Mkay , dude ━ whatever you say . Anywho , we don't need the cookbook : we can do it all by ourselves and be great at this cooking ━ "

" Baking . "

" Same thing . But , we can be great at it too ! "

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ THEY WEREN'T GREAT AT BAKING WITHOUT THE COOKBOOK . In fact , they weren't even remotely close to managing to bake any cupcakes or cake at all in the course of that day .

Because , now : there was noises of a repetition on freaking out , screaming and running around the kitchen , as a pan was blooming with a fire and smoke emerging from it . Well , only Miles was freaking out and trying to put out the fire quickly with buckets of water .

[ Name ] happened to be the one that was watching the fire with a dazed look , putting on a marshmallow on their fork and holding it near the fire . Their eyes glistened at the flames , but they were immediately tackled down , when the flames were about to start burning them .

[ Name ] let out a pained grunt , landing on their back , still holding onto the fork that had a flaming marshmallow stuck to it . Blinking mildly , their face held a confused look at it being Miles that tackled them down . Once the flames on their marshmallow burned out : [ Name ] took a bite out of it and spoke up to Miles .

" That was a radical tackle , man . Like , something out of a comic or an action movie , dude . But , uh . . . Can you , like get off of me , please ? "

Miles widened his eyes , scrambling back away from [ Name ] and he scratched the back of his neck with a bashful look . On the other hand , [ Name ] stood up and took another bite on their marshmallow , filled a blue cup with tap water and splashed it over the remaining flames .

Miles let out a sigh of relief , rubbing any sweat from his forehead and he stood himself up ( with the help of [ Name ] hoisting him up with their arm ) . The two of them looked at the destruction they both managed to cause , as [ Name ] took another bite into their burnt marshmallow .

" Mmh , these are totally delicious . Wanna try some ? " They nudged Miles , who politely declined .

" No ━ No , thanks . But , shouldn't we clean up this mess , before your auntie and uncle come back home ? "

" Hm , yeah : you're right , dude . What a smart suggestion ! " [ Name ] lifted up their shoulders , as if they had made an airheaded revelation at what Miles said . The corner of their lips upturned into a grin , as they playfully bumped their shoulder into Miles . " Where would I be without my brochacho , huh ? "

" I dunno , brochacho . " Miles countered━back , a grin spreading among his face . And with that , the two of them fell into a bundle of contagious laughter , as they started to get to cleaning up . They were definitely not going to be baking again for a while , now .

But , they got a burnt marshmallow out of it , at least .

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i think im gonna start doing fanfics??? i dunno. i know i can write but i dunno who i’d write for. Ofc the reader inserts are gonna be black readers bc we dont get enough on this damn app okay??

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Don't pressure me to write a fanfic, that will earn you a block.

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I'll write for any race.

I can write for fluff and smut.

Headcanons and Drabbles

Anymore fandom I have listed and more I have written for.

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𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

It has always been your fate

Characters: Miles morales, Gwen stacy, Hobie brown, Pavitr prabhakar, Peter B parker, Miguel O'Hara

Reader: gn reader

Genre: angst/no comfort

Summary: In every dimension you exist in the lives of the spider person, and in every dimension you're fated to die. There is no happy ending for you.

Notes: your age will be the same for the teens, while you will be a child for peter and miguel. Could be seen as platonic or romatic for the teens but its strictly platonic for the adults.

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Miles morales

Denial. That was all he felt at that moment. He could see you there, laying on the ground unconscious.

"(name)..." He tried calling you, before repeating again.

He limped over to your body, cradling your body close to him. He knew, he knew that you going to die. But he didn't managed to save you in time.

Call him selfish but he would do anything to bring you back. To keep you alive, to keep you beside him. He can't lose you too.

Losing his uncle left a impact on him. But you? Your death would leave a hole in his heart.

"Please...I can't lose you too. You promised me, you promised me you'd stay alive..." he plead, praying that someone, anyone would hear his pleas of desperation but it was no avail.

He lost you. Maybe if he was stronger, if he was faster he thought to himself. None of this would have happened. He held you close, your body that has no trace of warmth that he loves.

cannon event successful

Gwen stacy

"In every universe gwen stacy falls for spiderman, and in every universe it doesn't end well." Unfortunately in this case, it dosen't go that way.

"No..no no no.." she mumbled. Her eyes trailed over too were your body was. Trapped under the pile of rubble.

The only visible part of you was your arm. Which was stained with blood. That immediately made her rush over to you.

It dosen't matter if she was badly hurt. She could heal fast due to her spider abilities but you? You didn't have any spider abilities. You were prone to dying faster than her.

In a hurry, she moved the rubble. Desperate to find you and she did. Her shaky hands touched your face.

Your face no longer felt warm, your eyes dull and blood staining your face.

She lost Peter and then you. The universe really gives no mercy to anyone close to the spider person.

cannon event successful

Hobie brown

It was too loud. Everything was too loud at that moment.

Yelling and screaming could be heard. Blood stained streets. Buildings and cars lighting up in flames.

It was supposed to be a peaceful protest. For human rights. It was supposed to be peaceful. You told him, if anything goes wrong you'll leave.

There he was, cradling you. Trying desperately to slow down the blood loss.

The bandage used on your wound wasn't helping as it was already deeply stained with blood.

He knew that losing you would be his cannon event. He knew and still tried to save you. He dosen't care if it causes his dimension to crumble.

Unfortunately not everyone gets their happy ending. Especially if they're a spider person.

Carrying your dead body to where you and him first met, he buried you there. With all the memories and moments you shared.

Losing one of the very few people who he swore to protect and love.

"I swear (name), I'll make them pay for what they did to the innocent people and you."

cannon event successful

Pavitr prabhakar

Almost losing his dimension and then losing you is too much for him. Too much to take in a short time.

When the spot invaded his dimension it caused a huge problem. Especially when the collider turned on.

The Alchemy building started to crumble. Causing other buildings to collapse under pressure.

Unfortunately, you were caught in the cross fire. Desperately trying to find a safe way to escape with a child in your arms.

Pavitr saw you and begain to run to where you were. Breathing heavily out of fear and tiredness. He never experienced any problems like this before.

Safely cradling the childs head, you saw him. Running towards you and you had an idea.

There was no way to safely carry the child over due to the gap in the bridge and your leg was stuck under a heavy rubble.

Noticing the side of the bridge you were on was starting to shake. Meaning it's going to collapse soon.

You quickly shouted to him to catch the child. Using your remaining energy, you threw the child over.

Before the bridge gave way and collapse. Forcing you to plunge underwater. Knocking out any remaining air.

Pavitr managed to catch the child but let out a horrified gasp. Seeing you fall alongside the bridge made his heart hurt.

Noticing the side of the bridge was starting to shake, he quickly swinged away.

That was the last time he saw you. Terrified.

cannon event successful.

Peter B. paker

He had the antidote in his hands. He begain to open the antidote with shaky hands before,

"Peter...save the city instead. There's only one antidote and you know it." you said.

"No no no...I can try and save you and the city. I-i can do both!" He said.

But deep down, he knew that he has to choose between you or the city he loves dearly.

Tears ran down his face. He can't lose you, not when your like his own child. He already lost MJ, not you too.

He shakily gave your forehead a small kiss. Only getting a weak smile back. Before laying you down.

He swing fast and hurriedly opened the antidote. Pouring it into the machine that pumps out air in the ventilation around the city.

Before panicking and running back to you. Hoping that you atleast managed to breath in some of it.

Once he reach where you were. He could only see your unconscious body, slumed against the wall.

Not moving or breathing at all. Unfortunately he was too late as the toxic gas the villain used on you got to you.

Even more tears left his eyes. Cradling your cold body. Angry at himself for not saving you.

cannon event successful

Miguel O'Hara

He knew it was going to happen. He knew when and where your murder would have taken place.

You were his other child, who is held dearly to him.

After losing his daughter, he couldn't afford to lose you. Unfortunately it has to happen or that dimension would collapse.

It took every ounce in him to not just travel to your dimension and save you. Only resulting to staring the screen.

He saw how the murder killed you. Seeing you struggle and trying to get out of the situation made him look away.

He couldn't bare to see his child in another dimension being killed. He could only hear the screams and shouting out for help.

Before switching off the panel that showed your dead body. He had to let it happen.

cannon event successful for earth-****

Hobie Brown x sick!reader

Warnings: very bad British writing tbh (not much but yknow.)

Story: reader is sick and Hobie takes care of them.

A/N: funny how I decided to write this when me myself, is very sick. LOLL

*reblogs, notes n comments are much appreciated >O<!!*

Once you had woken up you felt somewhat dizzy, ears were bothering you and a slight headache. You didn’t think much of it though, you just thought you were feeling like this because you had just woken up. Once you had woke up, Hobie started to wake up as well. A slight groan left his lips as he rubbed his forehead, then sliding his hand down his face before looking down at you and flashing you a sleepy smile.

“Mornin’ luv.”

He craned his neck slightly to be able to kiss your face lovingly.

“Morning.”

You smiled up at him before kissing his cheek. You then started to try to leave the bed so you could get on with your days but Hobie soon pulled you back onto the bed and covering your face and neck in sloppy morning kisses, earning a giggle from you. You guys ended up staying in bed for about 15 more minutes before getting up and doing your guy’s morning routine. Though you finished first then Hobie and being the sweet person that you are, decided to make breakfast for both you guys.

As you heard punk music blasting from the bathroom and hearing Hobie scream along to them, you started on making breakfast. One pan with four bacon pieces and one pan with four eggs. As you started to flip them so one side wouldn’t get more burnt than the other side- that same feeling you had when you woke up was still lingering with you. You tried to shake the feeling off before feeling arms warp around your waist, making you smile. Hobie hugged you tightly from behind, burying his face into your neck for a few moments before pressing his cheek against yours about to say something about how good it smelt before looking at you with his pierced brows furrowed and his head tilted to the side slightly.

“Luv, your face is really hot.”

His deep voice rang in your ears as he brought up one of his large hands to feel your face. It was placed on your cheek, feeling his calloused palm on it for a moment before feeling the back of his hand on it. This process continued on your other cheek and forehead. It felt nice feeling some sort of coldness on your face, closing your eyes for a bit and sighing enjoying the feeling.

“Why don’t you let me finish breakfast, yeah?”

He smiled at you before pecking your forehead then gently taking the spatula and pans away from your hands to finish up what you started.

“Hobie It’s fine- i can do it. I don’t feel that ba-“

You were saying before you were cut off, looking back into his dark brown eyes.

“I said let me do it. You’re quite obviously sick, luv. So just- sit there and look pretty, hm?”

Hobie smirked before turning back to look down at the pan, the bacon and eggs sizzling sounds was bothering your ears slightly but you just sighed as you felt your cheeks get slightly warmer. Was it because you were getting worse? Or because you were blushing over Hobie?

You then started to make you way to the island in your shared kitchen, sitting down with your chin placed on your palm getting slightly dizzy. But as soon as you closed your eyes that felt like just a moment to you, Hobie was already done with breakfast. He placed a plate in front of you, the smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs hitting your nose as Hobie continued to look at you with slight concern.

“Sleeping again already?”

She chuckled before placing his hand on your head for a minute before opening his mouth again to speak.

“Wait right here, I’ll be back. Just eat your breakfast.”

He soon then started to walk away from you as you took a bite out of your bacon, confused on what he was doing to do before shrugging slightly and turning back to your plate. Your dizziness got slightly worse the more the minutes passed by. You didn’t even felt like eating anymore because of this so you just placed your half eaten bacon back onto your plate and groaning. Your hand reached up to your forehead, leaning against it as your elbow supported the weight of it on the counter with your eyes closed yet again. God you felt so horrible.

After a bit of waiting, you opened your droopy eyes again to see where Hobie had gone off to. It’s been a while since he left, telling you to just eat your meal and as soon as you looked over to your side Hobie was there walking back to you with something in hand.

“Sorry for takin’ so long luv but here- put this in your mouth, under your tongue.”

He told you, reaching out a thermometer to you. You looked down at it as you parted your lips and moving your tongue upwards to the roof of your mouth and soon feeling the cold rod touch the bottom of your mouth. You then closed your lips once more, looking down at the floor as Hobie took your temperature. Everything felt hot and cold to you right now and you just wanted the feeling to stop, it was just getting annoying at the point really.

After a bit more of waiting, you started to hear a beeping sound coming from the thermometer then soon feeling Hobie pull out the rod to look at the numbers. You looked up at him through your lashes, sleepiness taking over you like you hadn’t had a good sleep in days.

“100.1”

Hobie stated as he looked back at you with his thick brows furrowed a bit. He sighed as he placed his free hand behind your head and placing a sweet kiss on your temple before placing the thermometer down on the counter then making his way to the medicine cabinet and taking a bottle of medicine out and a small plastic cup. He read the back of the bottle to check how much of the medicine he has to give you before pouring it into the small cup, making sure it was just right before walking back over to you.

“Luv you gotta finish your food so you could drink this.”

Hobie says as he motions the small cup to you then placing it next to your plate.

“I really don’t want to Hobie. I don’t feel good and if I eat this I swear to god I’m gunna throw up.”

You responded back, putting your hand over your face as your brows furrowed and a slight pout on your lips showed as the dizziness washed over you. You then felt hobies cold hand rub your back gently as he took your hand away from your face so he could get a better look at you.

“Well- try to eat at least half of it so the medicine won’t affect you as much, yeah?”

Hobie tried to encourage you to eat as you side eyed him before groaning, closing your eyes as you let your head drop for a moment before picking it back up to finish at least half of your meal. Despite literally wanting to throw up all your insides as you ate your breakfast, Hobie smiled before kissing the side of your head.

“Atta girl.”

He continued to stay by your side, rubbing your back gently to try to help you at least a little bit in a way as you continued to eat. As Hobie Said- you ate half of your food before wanting to throw in your towel and not wanting to eat anymore because you physically can not take anymore. Despite this- Hobie continued to praise you for doing a good job before handing you the small cup of liquid medicine and motioning you to drink it. You took the cup away from his hands, frowning at the smell of it before looking back at him.

“Take it like a shot. Cmon t’ll help ya feel be’ter.”

A small smile appears on your lips as you looked back down at the small plastic cup. You took a deep breath in before placing it on your lips and swallowing the medicine as fast as you could do you wouldn’t be able to taste it much. A sour look washed over your face as you gave the small cup back to Hobie, looking away from him as you despised the way it tasted in your mouth. You heard Hobie snicker at your reaction before taking the now empty cup away from you before kissing your cheek.

“See? Ya did great luv.”

He smiled, showing you his teeth before taking the cup and your plate and placing the plastic cup in the sink and the plate still filled with half of your uneaten breakfast next to the sink to be dealt with later. There are more serious matters at hand right now than silly dishes.

After that he went back to you, placing his hand on your shoulder as he spoke.

“Cmon, let’s get you back to bed.”

Hobie spoke as you got up from your chair and walking with him back to your shared room. Though the room wasn’t very far from the kitchen, you didn’t want to walk all the way back. You still felt too dizzy to even think straight and the sickness was taking over you quickly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Hobie before soon picking you up bridal style and walking you back to your room. You didn’t have enough energy to protest, and even if you did Hobie would just shoot your protest down immediately saying that it was just full of nonsense.

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fluttering your eyes closed just until he took you back to your bed. And soon enough you felt you back touch the soft mattress you share with Hobie then soon opening your eyes to look up at him through your heavy lashes. He showed you a lazy smile before kissing the bridge of your nose.

“Let me grab ya a cold towel for that head of yours.”

he said as his hand was touching your head then soon letting go of it as he walked away from you, leaving you on the mattress by yourself. Your brows furrowed as you curled up into a ball as the sickness started to get worse. You just wanted to pass out so you wouldn’t have to feel like this anymore. When you were laying down with your eyes closed, you still felt like the world around you continued to spin as fast as it could. It was fucking horrible. As you continued to drown in how you were feeling at the moment, you felt a hand touch the side of your head to move it slightly so Hobie could place the cold towel on your head as you tried to open your eyes to get a look at him but your eyelids just felt too heavy as you groaned slightly. The feeling of the cold towel felt nice on your heated skin though, making you calm down slightly.

“Awe, my sick baby.” Hobie teased with a slight chuckle leaving his parted lips. “D’ya need anythin’ else, luv?”

he titled his head slightly to the right as he looked down at your closed eyelids. you shook your head no as you pulled the covers up to your nose. Hobie felt his heart squeeze in his chest as he looked down at the site thinking that you were just oh-so-adorable when you’re like this but also feeling bad that you were sick. He planted a few more kisses on your face with a smile on his lips, feeling the cold metal of his lips piercings touch your skin with every peck he gave you. Despite him not being able to see it, you smiled at the affection he was giving you.

“get well soon, luv.”

he whispered into your hair as he placed one final kiss on the top of your head before leaning back, his smile never disappearing as he looked down at your sleepy state.