#Spider-Man x OFC

[stevebabey]

The drip in the roof of the trailer is what wakes Steve.

A steady plink! of water meeting wood somewhere above them. It always leaks a little in the trailer after it rains, like a gentle metronome of fat raindrops sneaking inside the cracks. While it used to annoy him, Steve just finds it soothing now.

The curtains Eddie had poorly shut the night before are askew just an inch, letting through a sliver of sunlight. A beam sneaks through, makes the room glow, walls painted golden. Steve revels in it and it’s warmth; lets out a yawn and stretches like a big cat, giving a soft groan as he does.

His elbow knocks into Eddie’s side as he does and Steve feels the familiar rush in his chest, fond affection filling every vein— and he loves it.

He loves that momentarily forgetfulness born from his sleepiness, where he forgets that he gets to wake up with someone by his side. Wake up next to Eddie, no less.

Steve loves it, adores it, because really what it means is he gets to remember it every morning.

He gets to roll closer and poke Eddie gently on the cheek, a small smidge of him just wanting to check if he’s real. If this, this love, is real and his. Eddie lets out a groggy groan, buries his face further in the pillow. Steve grins. Yep, he’s real.

Eddie makes another groggy noise and this time pulls his face out of his pillow slowly. He looks like a disgruntled cat, hair still stuck to his cheek, some small patch of drool left on the pillow. Eddie makes a soft ‘hmph!’ and one hand reaches up, wiping across his face lazily. His eyes peek open.

And as much as Steve loves his own secret moment in the morning, it’s blown out of the water by this every time — the moment Eddie sees him. Brown eyes see him and Eddie just softens. Like butter in the sun. Sinks further into his pillow and smiles, sleepy and wonderful.

Normally, they both let sleep comes and go, drifting across the sheets in half-hearted cuddles that Steve melts for every time. Today, Eddie’s smile grows into a happy grin. Then his hands are stretching out and he’s making small grabby hands across the sheets, urging his boyfriend over.

“C’mere,” he says, hands finding Steve’s side and pulling him, soft. “Gimme.”

Steve grins, heart flip-flopping. Goes without any resistance, shifting to snuggle up to Eddie, tucking up and under his chin as Eddie’s does his best to scoop him up in his arms. It’s warm. Eddie’s pulse is a small comfort to Steve as he rests his head upon Eddie’s chest, hands curled around his middle, thumbing at soft scar tissue. Thump-thump-thump, Eddie’s heart says, and Steve can somehow easily read the love in it; his stomach turns again, in a dizzy elated way.

“Mm, birthday boy,” Eddie hums, but he’s still so sleepy that birthday sounds more like birfday. Steve feels his heart jump in surprise — a moment in which he’s baffled Eddie knows. That Eddie remembers. The last couple birthdays… well, he hadn’t been friends with Robin til after his birthday in ‘85 and then, well, with everything in ‘86… It’s been awhile since someone has remembered is all.

He doesn’t mean to sound as surprised he does when he murmurs, “You remembered?”

Eddie hums again, a sweet loving noise. His arms around Steve tighten and Steve feels his heart keen when his lips brush across Steve’s temple. A gentle kiss is pressed there. It feels like everything he needs — this quiet small moment of wonder, a tiny moment of tenderness, just for Steve. He presses his own kiss back, lips against Eddie’s collarbone.

“S’look,” Eddie continues, dragging his arm off Steve to point somewhere on the wall. Steve follows his gaze and then— there it is, on Eddie’s calendar. Circled in red is April 29th. It’s covered in sloppy hearts, so much there’s no room for any word other than ‘Steve!!’ in the middle; his birthday. Marked so Eddie would remember, wouldn’t even dare the chance to forget it.

Eddie drops his arm, returning it to where it was, hooked over Steve’s side so his hand can run soothing soft touches down his back. He sighs again, another sleepy noise, and Steve could probably cry.

“Precious birthday boy, mm,” Eddie mumbles lovingly. “Lovely precious birthday boy,” he warbles on, voice gooey enough that Steve know he means it. Actually thinks that— that he’s precious, and lovely, and everything more. “What d’ya wanna do t’day?”

Steve tightens his cuddle and whispers, “Just this.”

He can feel Eddie’s grin, in response, and then there’s another kiss to his head. Just this. It’s the complete truth.

[mfshipbracket]

[whaliiwatching]

no way!!! it's Other Characters!!!!!

[liv-uwo]

Does this make me a “tumblr girlie”?

[redstarwriting]

need an enemies to lovers hobie brown x reader right fuckin now !!!!

[frogs-and-oscar-brainrot]

Guys, where do you find good fanfics? ;-;

I can't find any for a while. Maybe I can't search... Maybe it's because ai is popular now? (not that I don't use it, but I definitely suck at writing human interactions)

Please feed me with Oscar Isaac things ;-; I'm almost over a terrible internship for my university degree and I feel drained from my whole life essence

[lalazlandd]

Have doodles that I’m prob never gonna finish cuz his birthday is literally in an hour 😭

[sadiecoocoo]

Rewatching Ultimate Spider-Man, a show made that was practically made for multishippers, really makes me see all the subtle things I missed that totally aren’t making me fall in love with another spidey ship

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Magnolia Jasmine Part 2

Part 2: His Very Own MJ

Warnings: canon typical stuff, nothing really

Word Count: 1300ish

In the days that followed the wasp men’s attack, the media has gone crazy over the appearance of a new vigilante. Not that you have any intention of returning back to the hero scene, no this had been a one off. No one else knew that, though. They all assumed you’d be back after your heroic debut. Names were being flung around as different outlets scrambled to be the one who coined your official name. Some of them were quite silly like ‘The Wasp Whisperer’ and ‘Mother Earth’. Others you could admit had a nice ring to them. ‘Briar’ was fun, even if it was a bit of an insult in some places. ‘Queen Bee’ was cute. ‘Meadow’ was one of your favorites. You diligently avoid anything comparing you to your mother’s alter ego. The media is clueless to your heritage, but it’s an obvious connection to draw between 2 plant controlling women.

Business booms as children request flowers to be put in their hair, couples are reminded that it’s been a while since they got their S/O a bouquet, and displays are made by businesses to take advantage of the flower hero and their 15 minutes of fame. You exercise caution with your powers over the next week or two, aware of the potential for scrutiny.

You are closing up one evening as the rain is finally starting to let up, when a boyishly handsome man with a mop of brown hair comes jogging up to your door, just as you are about to turn the sign. 

“Sorry, I know you’re ‘bout to close. Do you think I could grab a bouquet real quick before you close? I promised my aunt I would bring her some flowers for dinner tonight, but then I got caught up in the rain and I’m already running super late,” he pleads.

You smile as he rambles, it’s not like you have anything better to do with your evening. A few extra minutes don’t bother you.. “Sure, come on in.” You hold the door open for him and watch him track wet, dirty footprints through the front of the store.

I really need a better door mat, you think to yourself.

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver. I’m Peter, by the way,” he says as he grabs a small bouquet from the shelf and takes it to the register.

“I’m Maggy,” you offer though it may be obvious with the sign out front. You ring him up, carefully wrapping up the flowers and putting a loose bag over the tops in case it starts raining again.

“Well, Maggy. It was great to meet you. I totally owe you one.” Peter sticks some change in your tip jar and makes his way back to the door, noticing the footprints he tracked in.

“Oh jeez, I am so sorry. Let me clean this up.”

“It’s okay, you’re late to dinner. Go, I don’t mind,” you say honestly.

“If I wasn’t running so late I would stay and clean it. I’m so sorry, my aunt raised me better than this. You sure you don’t mind?”

“I really don’t. Go, enjoy the flowers.” You smile reassuringly as he gives you an apologetic look, dashing out the door and down the street.

You grab the mop and laugh a little. You try not to hope that you’ll see him again. It was a big city, you could go the rest of your lives without your paths ever crossing again. But you know what they say: it might be a big city, but it’s a small world.

*********

A week or so passes before you see Peter again. It’s sometime in the afternoon and you’re doodling little flowers on receipt paper as you wait for another customer. It’s warm today, even in the shop and your red hair is pulled up off your neck with a claw clip. Your legs swing freely as you perch on the stool behind your counter. 

His hair is dry this time, though a bit messy, and in the sunlight, you can see how beautiful his chocolate brown eyes are. You can also see the gnarly shiner he has on his left eye. At the sight of him, you almost fall off your stool.

“Peter, what happened?” You blurt out in concern before you realize it would probably be more polite to ignore it.

“Oh, it’s fine, I just got mugged.” He says this all with a smile on his face, speeding past the whole ‘ and adding, “Anyways, I felt really bad about the other night and I wanted to come and apologize. I also feel like an idiot ‘cause I didn’t make the connection of your name and the shop.”

“It really is okay, Peter. I didn’t have anywhere else to be, I really didn’t mind. And yeah, Magnolia is a mouthful, it’s cool for a flower shop name, but I prefer Maggy or MJ.”

Peter looks at you with a mixture of surprise and awe. “MJ?”

“Yeah, my parents named me Magnolia Jasmine. You can’t even imagine how hard that is to get little kids to say. I went by MJ ‘til college.”

“Do you wanna get some coffee with me? I mean, obviously not now, I can see you’re busy, but some other time?” He’s all giddy energy, rocking back and forth on his heels, looking at you like you’re the moon and the stars. 

“I don’t even know you, Peter…?”

“Parker, Peter Parker. And isn’t that the point of a date, to get to know each other better?” He asks with a grin.

You aren’t necessarily opposed to it, you can’t deny the connection you feel, but you aren’t going to be stupid. Safe dating practices was something your dad has hammered into your brain since you were 13.

“Tell you what, I’ll think about it, and in the meantime,” you scribble your name and number on the receipt paper that is covered in various drawings of flowers, “here’s my number, Peter Parker.”

Peter takes the paper with a grin, glancing at it before pulling out his phone, an older model with an extremely cracked screen, and adding you to his contacts. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket and you check it in time to see a message from a new number that says ‘it’s peter parker :)’. 

“I gotta go to work, but I’ll text you later.” Peter ducks out the door. “Bye, MJ!”

*******

Peter hasn’t been able to get you off his mind since that first night when he tracked dirt through your store. You were absolutely beautiful with your red hair hanging loosely and your bright, hazel eyes. You had been wearing jeans and a gray t-shirt with some floral pun on it and he swore you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, dirt smudge on your cheek and all. He had made a note to visit you again as soon as he could.

Today, he had rushed to your store on his break. You’d been focused on your doodling when you looked up. He completely forgot that he was still healing a black eye, he should’ve waited another day. 

Peter had been completely flabbergasted when you said your name was MJ. Ever since he got back from his multiversal adventure, he’s been keeping an eye out for his very own MJ. It’s not like he had been searching for you actively, there are far too many MJs in the world for that to make sense. But the moment you told him, he just knew that you were the MJ meant to be in his life.

Before meeting his pseudo-brothers, Peter would have struggled to come to terms with any sort of new relationship. The most he was comfortable with was casual flings and friends held at arm’s length. But when he caught Peter 1’s MJ, it was like he could finally forgive himself for what happened with Gwen. He’s been doing better, been lighter, something May had commented on. Peter is ready to at least get to know you. He’ll do better this time around. He will keep the lives of Peter Parker and Spider-Man separate. He’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. He can keep you safe if it comes to it. He’s certain of it.

*******

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Bitten | A Spiderverse Short

Summary- Miguel loses his temper with dire consequences.

Word Count - 1.1K

Warnings- angst

A/N- So this is an idea that has been sitting in my drafts for a while because I wanted to turn it into a series and one day I probably still will, but I wanted to be able to share the idea anyway, so I rounded off the end so I could finally post it.

It was an instinct in me that made me move. A tug from within my body that had me leaping between them before Miguel could get at Peter.

I heard Jess scream his name, the syllables laced in a growl only a protective Mother can make. I barely acknowledged the scratch and pinch, as his fangs pierced my skin. Then he was being ripped off of me by Ben and Hobie.

It was like a bomb had gone off. All I could hear was a high pitched whistle through my ears and my heartbeat thudding violently. Peter was before me on the floor, his mouth was moving but I wasn’t processing what he was trying to say to me as shock radiated throughout my whole body. It was only when he called out my actual name I heard him. He never used my real name and the second level of shock pulled me back out of my initial paralysis.

“Matilda!” Peter said again, “Teddy?!” He said it like a question, to check I was finally coming back to him as my eyes focussed on him before darting across the room to where Miguel now sat shamefully, his knees to his chest, head hung between them. Although he was now guarded by Hobie, it was clear his sudden rage was over.

It was like that initial shock flooded out of me, quickly being replaced by panic as I finally looked down at my arm. He’d bit me. My eyes grew wider, chest now heaving as I began to hyperventilate. “He bit me.” I said quietly then much louder, “HE BIT ME!”

Peter grabbed my arm, turning it towards him for closer inspection, his thumb rubbing at the skin around the two puncture marks, swiping at the small trickle of blood, but what was more concerning were the dark purpling veins that were appearing around the wound. “WHAT DID YOU DO!” Peter snarled as his head whipped into Miguel’s direction.

“Miguel.” Jess’s voice encouraged him gently her tone laced with concern, as she stepped forward.

“Lyla.” He called out.

I still didn’t fully know how Lyla worked, but it was clear the Ai had scanned me as she began to list off my vitals. “Her heart rate is elevated and-“ she hesitated before she said in a lower, more sorrowful tone, “the venom is spreading rapidly around her body.”

The word made me begin to hyperventilate all over again. Venom! I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, a body crouching at my side as Peter suddenly got up. I wasn’t sure if the hand was there in sympathy or to stop me from bolting and running.

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!” Peter bellowed as he came to stand menacingly over Miguel. I’d never seen or heard him so angry.

“Am I going to die?” I asked timidly.

At my voice, Peter’s face grew even more venamous as he grabbed at Miguel’s suit, lifting him up by his chest. “ANSWER HER! NOW!” He growled.

“I’m afraid it’s worse than that.” Miguel’s voice was timid and full of shame.

“What can be worse than death?” Hobie asked.

Miguel didn’t respond, but Peter knew the answer from the self loathing look in his eyes. “Becoming a monster like him.” Peter snarled before he let go of Miguel’s body, pushing him back towards the floor before he paced back towards me.

My skin felt like it was burning up as the implication of what Peter had just said began to resonate with me. “No. No. No. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be like you- I don’t want powers or-“

The hand on my shoulder, Gwen’s, began to rub circles at my back as Peter crouched back down in front of me, his hands reaching for either side of my face as he tried to get me to focus on him and control my breathing, but I wasn’t in control anymore, the panic and anxiety was and I felt like I was choking- drowning. My peripheral vision grew darker, my breaths were coming too quick, too rapid, as I vigorously shook my head in denial. Peter had to reluctantly let his hands fall from my face before he accidentally did any damage to me trying to hold me still.

“FIX THIS!” He barked towards Miguel.

“Peter-“ Jess’s calming voice cut in but it was no good.

“I CAN’T!” Miguel barked back.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T! YOU’VE GOT ALL THIS KNOWLEDGE, ALL THIS TECH! FIX HER!!”

“I CAN’T!” Miguel screamed. “THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO!”

Miguel was on his feet, his frustration and anger bubbling under his skin once more. Jess stepped in front of him, her hands raised placatingly. She looked at him with a face of understanding, as if she knew something the rest of us didn’t and he began to back down. His body sagging as his shame over losing his control blanketed him again.

“What’s going to happen to me?” I asked between heavy breathes, my eyes fixating on a spot on the floor, trying to ignore the audience that surrounded me.

“Answer her.” Peter snarled as his head tilted in Miguel’s direction when nobody seemed to supply the answer.

“I’m sorry.” Was all Miguel said, that look of shame so clear on his face.

“She doesn’t want an apology! She wants to know what’s going to happen to her!” Peter snarled at Miguel again. He felt so helpless, so guilty for pulling her into all of this mess.

“I imagine it’s a process similar to the rest of ours, except instead of the bite coming directly from a spider,” Jess stepped forward to try to explain with what she knew- or well, guessed, “it’s come from Miguel.”

“Will I have to drink blood?”

No one felt like answering that one. The group splitting into looks of pity or fixating their gazes anywhere else. Either way it told you everything you needed to know.

“Yes.” Miguel breathed. “It won’t happen right away. The venom is still working through your system. Changing your genetic makeup.” He said as he stepped forward to explain, his steps only coming to a stop when Peter turned his head to shoot him a hard look that said ‘don’t you dare come any closer. You’ve already done enough damage’. “You’ll probably wake up in the morning with a killer headache and like you’ve got the worst hangover until you feed.”

I suddenly stood, pushing away the hands that tried to hold me still. “No.” I said, holding up a hand to Peter when he tried to follow. “I just-“ I took in a deep breath and willed the tears that now threatened my eyes to dissipate and the lump in my throat to clear enough for me to say, “I need a moment to process this.”

I slowly walked to the doors that slid open for them and then kept walking and kept walking until I was outside and completely alone. I collapsed onto a patch of glass just outside the building and that’s where I stayed and cried until I could cry no more.

[bylertruther]

the byIer fandom really is a hivemind bc every time i think i came up with a cool fic idea i'll eventually see posts or fics from other writers spring up showing tht we all had the same exact idea down to even the same exact nitty-gritty details and headcanons for them without ever interacting with each other at all. like... bro. 💀 We're Connected..

[sincericida]

BOOM! Dead

sugar + vice - the collection (so far)

a mafia love story • TASM!Peter Parker x OFC/MJ! Variant Read on AO3 because, yeah.

Over a decade ago, Peter Parker of this (alternate) universe survived a horrible tragedy and saw firsthand the depth of New York City's corruption. He challenged the Underworld and conquered it. Now, he's the King, about to become a god. The last thing he needs is some sweet Persephone— at a coffee shop, no less— smiling at him, charming him, intriguing him. Tempting him. Innocence never tasted so sweet.

VOLUME 1

Ch.1 | Ch. 2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch.6 | Ch.7 | Ch.8 | Ch.9 | Ch.10 | Ch.11 | Ch.12 | Ch.13 | Ch.14 | Ch.15 | Ch.16 | Ch.17 | Ch.18 | Ch.19 | Ch.20 | Ch.21 | Ch.22 | Ch.23 | Epilogue [complete; 172k words, mob!au] 🌶⚔️ ❤️‍🩹

VOLUME 2 [in progress]

1 • Love On The Brain

2 • New Rules (coming soon)

INTERLUDES (coming soon)

Of Monster's and Men • Mother's Day • The Perfect Drug • Madripoor • The Skulls • Eye for an Eye • A Simple Favor

+ bonus content below

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Other tags: Can be considered 'Reader', No physical descriptions, NO use of Y/N, Angst, Sensitive Content Warning, Read the Warnings, Enemies to Lovers, Mob!Peter, Mafia!AU, Peter Parker is a Mess, Rich Peter Parker, Mob!Peter Parker, Childhood Trauma, Blood and Injury, So Much Pining, no y/n, Forced Cohabitation, Past Domestic Ab*se, A mafia story that's actually violent and not silly, Forced Relationship, Slow Burn, Cute Dates, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Sugar Daddy, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Enemies to Friends to Idiots to Lovers, Addiction, Yandere!Peter sorta, Steamy Photo Sessions, Mildly Dubious Consent, Expl*cit S**ual Content, Sexual Tension, Mutual M*sturb*tion, Dark Past, Secrets, Dark Peter Parker, Past Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), New York City, Kidnapping, Coffee Shop Meet Cute, Superior Spider

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[weirdo09]

crying, i really love lucas and miles together 😭

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: douma & akaza as boyfriends

characters: fem!reader x douma, akaza

warnings: implied death, nsfw themes (no actual smut)

DOUMA

god he’s so fine for what

first off douma has trouble understanding human emotions

and dawg prefers to eat women

so the fact that y’all are dating??

ur special fr fr

you are so spoiled

douma = sugar daddy

u have one of his followers from his cult following u around and taking care of any and everything that u want

u mention seeing something in a store that u liked?

douma will have it before the end of the day

you’re like a little doll to him

he enjoys dressing you up in the cutest outfits, experimenting with different hairstyles, and playing with your makeup

teases the hell outta u

he thinks your reactions are amusing

especially when u do that cute little pout

or the puppy dog eyes

and don’t even get me started on when he makes u upset

he LOVES that shit

he always makes it up to you tho

but let a member of his cult tease you? or make u upset??

there will be hell to pay

he’ll take their head clean off their shoulders right then and there

won’t even bat an eye

so touchy

glued to u

ur sitting in his lap during cult meetings

he’s holding ur hand

he’s got an arm thrown around ur shoulders

he’s running his nails up and down ur arms so he can watch u shiver and get goosebumps

ur mad at him? maybe yelling at him abt something?

not anymore

he’s got his hands on ur face and he’s squishing ur cheeks so u can’t talk

thinks ur expressions are adorable

now douma sounds like a great boyfriend so far

but this man is MEAN

low key only keeps u around because u entertain him

i mean he’s been alive for so long and experienced so much

mans gets bored

BUT!!

if yalls relationship miraculously progresses past this

he’s turning u into a demon

that way u can stay with him forever

and he’ll never get bored of u

how could he when ur the first person to actually make him understand emotions?

especially an emotion as complex as love <3

but his true nature

comes out in the bedroom

dawg is EVIL

100% will make u cry

humiliation!!!

he’s a biter

ofc he is

idk somethin abt seeing his marks on you rly gets him goin

biting down just enough to leave a mark but not to break skin

yeah

id let him step on me

AKAZA

best boyfriend ever

no harm will ever come to u

protective asf

ur nocturnal at this point

bc ain’t no way ur leaving the house without akaza

so u gotta wait til it’s nighttime so he can come with u wherever ur going

such a gentleman ong

he’s holding ur hand to make sure u don’t get separated in crowds

or he has a hand on the small of ur back to guide u while u walk

he’s pulling ur chair out for u to sit down

he’s holding doors open for u

brings u flowers all the time

instead of looking for that blue spider lily for Muzan?

he’s picking u a bouquet of wildflowers

gonna get his ass kicked for that by muzan but oh well

100% the bf that’ll slow dance w u in the rain

with no music

ugh he’s such a romantic

god he loves u so much

and he makes sure u know it

words of affirmation!! all the time!!!

now

he’s a sweetie

but y’all ever heard that one phrase

and it’s like

gentleman in the streets freak in the sheets?

mhm that’s him

dude strong as fuck

and his STAMINA?

babe u are worn out

so many rounds

so many positions

u can’t keep up

ain’t no way i’m sorry

but the aftercare is on point

when he’s done puttin u through the ringer

he’s drawing u a bath

and making sure u drink some water cause u lost a fuck ton of bodily fluids i’m sorry

gross

cuddle bug!!

and the pillow talk!!

he’s the best

i love him sm

[autumn-hiraeth]

Can I request Hobie on patrol finding his love beaten bloody in the streets but they don't know he's spiderpunk and in the chaos of him trying to figure out what happened their just "I'll be ok, but could I get an autograph for my boyfriend? You both have the same vibe and I think he'd like it"

ofc anon! 🧃 Hope you like it! <3

Hobie brown x reader

fluff and slight angst. Headcanons

a/n: you can find more here “ Hobie's masterlist”

You know it was a bad idea to go to that political protest without Hobie. But he didn't show up so you went anyway. Your bad. Three hours later you're wailing because the pigs showed up and they weren't very nice, so that's why your lip is busted, your nose is bleeding and your face is bruised - like the rest of your body-.

But you can't even feel the pain from all the adrenaline running through your veins.

Maybe it's the adrenaline from the fight you got into with a cop or because the amazing Spider-Punk is carrying you while he asks you a lot of questions; " Who did this to you?" " what happened?" “How many fingers can ya' see?”

Hobie wants nothing more than to take you to safety as he holds you in his arms, his heart breaking when he sees you all beaten up. Once again he shouldn't have left you alone. Everything would be easier if you knew his secret identity. Right? He's blaming himself that he doesn't even realize how happy you seem to be in his arms. Your arms around his neck make him feel warm.

"Hey Spiderman" “don't talk luv, you're too weak” you frown, Jesus, he and hobie are so dramatic. "Nah, I'm fine, promise" but he doesn't believe you and you roll your eyes before saying: ""I'll be ok, but could I get an autograph for my boyfriend? You both have the same vibe and I think he'd like it"

Then he stops his walk and looks at you, your pretty face bruised, and his mouth opens in indignation at your request. "You're almost dying in my arms and you're seriously asking me that?!" your grip tightens on his neck feeling him tense.

“hey! I'm not dying, you're being so dramatic!" you sneer and he gasps indignantly " Even that's how you and my boyfriend are similar .. You two are drama queens” you point out, your head is aching, maybe that's why you can't find out on your own that your boyfriend and spider-man are the same person. Hobie laughs "luv, just lie against my chest" he asks before moving on, but you are stubborn and Hobie loves that about you (especially when you and he are in bed, it doesn't matter rn).

“I really need your autograph, Hobie is going to love it” you murmur and Spider-punk smiles.

oh, he can't wait for you to find out his secret identity.

[imababblekat]

Bayverse TmnT X Spiderman Reader; Spiderverse HC's

@yesthetrashbin ,"I just wanna say, I love your Bayverse tmnt with Spiderman Reader, I been hyperfixating on Spiderman so this gives me happy and pleasant tingles in my brain So thank you 🥺💖" "Idk if you watched the spiderverse movies BUT IF YOU DID how would the boy verse tmnt boys react to Spider-Man reader meet Miguel O'Hara?? And reader is like "DAYUM he's hot" gets recruited into the Spider Society and chaos ensures??"

A/N: Oh my goodness thank you! Also this request is just *chef kiss*. Miguel shan't know peace!

~xXx~

-chaos?! I think you mean tormented hell! For Miguel at least. . .

-I’d like to imagine the turtles find out about the multiverse when spiderman reader has been missing for a while and then one day gets randomly spat out of a portal right at their feet

-ninja bro’s are a mix of “where the hell have you been?!” and “????”

-meanwhile spiderman reader is just too excited to tell their friends about the escapades they’ve been on

-Obviously from a scientific standpoint point Donnie is the most thrilled

-The sassy genius has given Miguel so much stress from reverse engineering his tech that him and Lyla can barely keep up making new gadgets

-Mikey and Raph want so badly to join you but it’s really hard sneaking them on your adventures because you’re on Miguel’s “only teleport when needed” list, aka the “banned from free rain of hq list”

-Especially after the cafeteria incident. . .

-Leo loves hearing all the places you’ve been and hearing about the multiverses hits him on a sort of spiritual level

-He secretly ask you bring him back cool rocks from each one

-The brothers def get concerned the times you are pulled on missions, especially ones you come back battered and bruised from

-They will all dote on you, hating that they couldn’t be there to back you up

-Donnie is ofc the one to fix you up, Mikey always has your favorite meal prepped and ready to go, Leo makes you the most calming drinks, and Raph throws on your favorite shows and allows you and only you to cuddle up against him till you’re better

-The first time they really met Miguel, you, Mikey, and Donnie had to hold Raph and Leo back from kicking his ass because they 100% will not stand for someone who treats their spider person so bad with everything they’ve done for the spider society

-However, the one thing Miguel can count on when it comes to your turts is that if an anomaly ever ended up in your verse, that villain better start praying when you’re notified to take care of it, because you will NOT be taking care of them alone!

-Over all, it’s a really new and exciting thing in your shared lives, just not for Miguel, especially after your group of friends meet Miles and his group of friends

-At that point, Miguel should just really think about retirement

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