#hobie brown x spider woman reader

[fl3shm4id3n]

Hobie brown x reader who likes to wear pastel and has a very much princess aesthetic, and all the other spiders are trying to spy on them to see if there dating

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴᴋ/ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: couple stuff, nosy friends.

Masterlist

You were a spider woman, not just any spider woman, but the only spider woman in your universe. The thing about you was you were basically a pastel rainbow. You were pale pinks, blues, yellows, purples and every other light color, you also wore a small tiara while wearing your pastel colored suit. You stood out a lot when it came to the Spider Society Head quarters.

That's how you and Hobie met, you had just been recruited, he liked your style, he thought that it really fit you and your personality. Then you both began to date shortly. You and Hobie were basically a good due. Not only that but your group of friends began to suspect that you and Hobie were more than friends. Hobie was nice, but he was way to nice when it came to you, he was smitten by you.

One day when there was no work, you and Hobie were in the lobby, just talking to one another and whatever, not really being courteous about displaying some kind of PDA, well all you did was just hold hands and talk. What you didn't notice was the small trio watching you three from afar.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Miles asked while watching you. "I have no idea, maybe they're discussing about something important?" Gwen added. They watched as you took your tiara from your head and placed it on Hobie's head. "Look! They're totally a couple" Pavitr, added while both Miles and Gwen looked at him. "How would you know?" Miles asked his friend. "Because she doesn't let any one touch her tiara, I asked if I could try it on once and she said no" Pavitr explained, then they went back to looking at you and Hobie.

This time you were just giggling at what Hobie had said while the trio still watched you both. "Do you think that they know?" you asked while giggling, you've noticed the trio were watching you after a couple minutes. "Eh, so what if they know? I think it's time that they know that me and you are a thing." He said, while looking at your tiara in his hands, looking at the three heart shaped tiara. It wasn't a real priceless tiara but you treated it at such, it was a gift from your aunt before she passed away, no one touched it but you and now your boyfriend Hobie, who you trusted with your crown.

You then stopped for a moment and thought of something. "I got an idea" you said, getting Hobie's attention. "What you got in mind?" he asked, then you leaned over and kissed his lips, this caught him off guard but he kissed you back. Then you heard a bunch of yelling and phrases such as 'I told you so!' or just 'OHHH'. You pulled away and giggled by how the trio was jumping around and making a scene around each other. "Now they're know for sure" Hobie said while looking over at your friends.

[the-kr8tor]

okok listen..

yk how some fica about hobie is like him tapping on the window, you let him in and he’s hurt and you fix him up? what about the other way round 😮

ikik I’m so smart 😘

So cute! Thank you for requesting, hope you like it ❤️❤️

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

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, cw violence mention, spider-woman! Reader, FLUFF

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Hobie sits on his patchwork couch, he strums his guitar softly, a rare tune escaping from the scruffed but well loved instrument. His steaming cup of tea sits next to his notebook where his numerous cluttered thoughts are scribbled about. Some are doodles, a few are coherent enough to become lyrics for his new song.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he says under his breath, crossing out a word that does not fit well with the song. Notebook abandoned, he sticks his pen on the shell of his ear to strum the strings again.

The houseboat suddenly jostles, soft enough not to spill his drink, but hard enough to knock his pen off his ear. Hobie, knowing full well what— or who the cause of the shake was, closes his notebook immediately before he could see your masked face peek out of the circular window like a gopher.

You knock then wave to him excitedly. He feigns annoyance through narrowed eyes, which made you pout under your mask. He can't see it, but he knows you're giving your signature vigilante pout and puppy dog eyes that he can't resist.

Without a second more, he stands up, socked feet creating friction on the carpet. Opening the window for you, you lean on the sill, elbows propped up on the chipping paint.

“Whatcha doin'?” You ask, voice muffled by the mask. He faces the whites of your mask, flicking where your nose should be. “Ow, grumpy.”

“What am I doin'? I should be askin' you that. You do know I gave you a key for a reason, right, love?” His eyebrow raises questioningly, piercing shining in the moonlight. “It's almost midnight, get your arse in ‘ere.”

You shrug with a chuckle. “I got held up by Goblin.”

“I swear if I ever see that wanker flyin’ ‘round—”

“—You'd throw a molotov at him!” You finish for him. “I know, my love.” Patting his cheek, you climb into the houseboat like usual, groaning and wincing when your skin pulls at your injury.”

“You hurt?” He helps you up on your feet, hands holding your arm, worry etched on his handsome face. “Love?” He asks again when you don't answer, his hands reach up to the hem of your mask, not pulling, waiting for your permission.

“Just a tiny bit.” Your pained wince under your tone says otherwise.

���Can I see?” Hobie asks, thumb brushing along your clavicle. With a nod from you, he gently tugs at your mask, effectively pulling it off without aggravating any injuries you might have on your face. “That doesn't look like a tiny bit, love.”

He sighs, eyes roaming along the tiny cuts along your face. But his main concern is the large gash along your jaw that runs up to the side of your nose. It's an angry wound that still bares goblin's unmistakable mark from his claw. Your mask in his hand feels pristine despite the injury, he wonders if you changed it before you got to his place so he wouldn't worry too much.

“I know, ugly, right?” You give him a weak smile when his silence cuts through you. “I–I just wanted to stop by so you don't worry when the radio broadcasts the fight in the morning.” Cupping his cheek, you reach up to flatten the folds from his knitted brows. “You'll get old really quick if you keep doing that.”

“Not ugly.” He shakes his head, hands falling down to your shoulders to rub soothingly. “Still bloody fit.” You give him a gentle smile. “Sit down, let me take care of you, yeah?”

You inhale sharply, you'd be lying if you tell him that you're all fine and dandy after getting pummeled on the ground. “I can just go home, I really just wanted you to see me now so you don't have to worry about me tomorrow.”

“Well, I can worry now, or tomorrow. I choose now, love.” His eyes soften under the moonlight, and you can't help but surrender and embrace him fully. He hugs back, arms wrapped around your middle protectively, knuckles tracing your spine. “Anythin’ else I have to worry ‘bout?”

“Nothing else, I'm just due for some cuddling.” You say as you peck the underside of his jaw lovingly.

“Doctor's orders, I bet?” He whispers, eyes closing, face hidden in your hair whilst avoiding your scratches.

“Yeah, I have a prescription and everything.”

Hobie chuckles, patting your behind to make you place your feet on top of his. Once you get the message, he waddles towards the couch with you still in his arms. You help by giggling into his skin, lips meeting his warm cheek.

He sits you down gently, “I'll get the kit, stay.”

“Yes, sir!” You mock a salute, making him chuckle.

“Far from it, love.” He leaves, but not without you smacking him behind the second he turns around. Looking over his shoulder, he smirks. “You're playin’ a dangerous game.”

You tilt your head, lips curling into a playful smile. “I know exactly what I'm doing, Hobs.”

With a roll of his eyes, and a quip on the tip of his tongue, he walks towards the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. All with a grin on his lips, and stomach doing flips.

You've almost fallen asleep on the couch when he finally comes back. The cold sting of the antiseptic hits your cheek as he dabs it with a cotton ball. “Ouch.” You can't seem to look away from his eyes when he sits this close to you.

“Almost there, I'll make this quick.” He says while he lets you wrinkle his shirt in your grip.

“Why is it every time I see you I get lost in your eyes?”

“You see me everyday. You tellin’ me you get lost every time I look at you?” His movements pauses, eyes twinkling under the lamp. “How do you get anythin’ done?”

“Oh,I try.” You wink, but your wound prevents you from winking fully, making you look like you're spasming.

“Alright, you bloody flirt.” Chuckling, he places his thumb over your eyelid to make the skin relax. “Did you get him?”

“Mm-hmm, I got him by electrocuting his ass.” You lean into his touch as he continues to tend to your wounds.

“That's my girl.” He nudges your nose with his own, and then gives you a quick kiss on your lips. You chase his lips when leans away, pouting again. “All done. You didn't need any stitches.” He rubs your thighs affectionately, smiling sweetly at you. “Stay the night?” He knows you'll eventually heal before lunch tomorrow, but he'd still tend to you no matter how many times you tell him about your abilities. He'd do it every time you come to him.

“Absolutely.” You close the distance, breath fanning across his lips as you kiss once, twice, before moving away. He sighs, smiling in content. “If you tell me what you're working on.” Glancing towards his notebook, you give him a sly smirk.

“Cheeky.” He grabs the notebook before you could. “No.”

“Aw, come on, Hobie! Just a peek!”

[aweina]

slightly suggestive ? !┊more spiderverse content.

shirtless hobie was a common occurrence that you found yourself slowly getting used to. he’s staying at your apartment for the night? then he’s waltzing around the place fully displayed with a hand going past the waistband of his pajama pants — presenting the contoured edges that defined his small waist. oh, you wanna go out? hobie will simply throw on a fitted jacket and call it a day, a shirt wouldn’t look good with his outfit anyways — especially when he can show off his silver body piercings and his stick-and-poke tattoos.

wait, now you want him to wear a shirt? maybe he got too comfortable? too bold? well, it’s fine — he totally understands that. so then he wears a shirt and god, how he never fails to show off once in awhile. the collar of his shirts is always loose and torn, showing off his deep collarbones. the fabric was obnoxiously thin, emphasizing the grooves and cuts of his manicured body instead of doing its actual job. it’s pretty hot outside these days, right? then hobie would tug at the end of his shirt, wiping off the sheet of sweat on his forehead — showing off the narrow line dividing his solid muscles evenly and the trail of coarse hair sprinkled under his navel.

hey, you don’t look so good, you okay? hobie would quirk a curious brow at you when your quivering eyes quickly avert to the side as he tosses on another shirt — gnawing at the flesh inside your mouth. okay, now he sees why you’ve told him to cover up. hobie looks at you knowingly, lifting his shirt up without any context. can you hold out your hand real quick? now he has a firm grip on your squirming wrist, laying your palms flat over the soft skin of his abdomen. your face is scorching hot and your dazed vision is blurred between hobie’s abs and the playful smirk on his face. “if you wanted to look n’ touch, should’ve just asked.”

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[gejo333]

A Misunderstanding ll

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider-Woman

Part l Part III

Summary: Your relationship with Miguel was doing amazing. But when you find out your pregnant Miguel begins to close himself off . You decide it’s best not to tell him and end things. But what happens when you see him again after five years and learns that he is a father?

The wait is finally over!!! Here is part 2!!!

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I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed I posted this at 2 am my time.

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Wc: 4k

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The orange and white monitors flickered between worlds as red irises scanned the various universes. His eyes calm down to his normal mahogany brown as he gazes at the various photos and videos of you and him.

Almost six years since he last held you in his arms. Last time he heard your sweet voice. How your laughter filled a room. When he pleasured you, your moaning was music to his ears.

His tired gaze stared at a video of you and him when the both of you went to the beach. You held the phone as it faced the two of you, sitting between his legs, resting against his chest. His lips twitched upwards into a small smile as he watched you change the filters from bunny ears to kitty ears on both of you. He rolled his eyes in the video at your cute antics as he held you in his arms, giving you a loving kiss on the cheek before the video ended.

Every moment he thinks of you reminds him of how much he messed up. Why did he distance himself from you? If he only opened up to you like you tried to do multiple times. He pushed you further away until he couldn’t shatter your heart into smaller pieces.

He wished he had run after you. He wished he had gone to your earth and pleaded for you to stay with him. But after you ended things, he broke down and drowned himself in work.

“Miguel?” Jess walked in.

“What?” He lightly snapped, not wanting to be disturbed.

“I’m taking Gwen on her first mission. I was just checking in to see if her watch is ready.” Jess swung up to his platform to grab the watch.

“Make sure she doesn’t break it again.” Miguel tossed it to her, which she caught with ease. Jess glanced at the monitor of you and him. A sigh escaped her lips.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t. How about you come on this mission with us? Show Gwen some of your skills.”

“I’m busy monitoring the multiverse. I can’t be bothered with menial missions just to teach a rookie a few tricks.” He rolled his eyes.

“I thought you would be interested in going on this specific mission because we’ll be going to y/n’s Earth.” Jess jumped down as she began to walk out.

“What did you say?” Miguel snapped as he turned around and jumped down, walking right up to her.

“I just thought you could use this excuse to finally see her.” Miguel glared down at her before finally giving in as he sighed.

“It’s been almost six years Jess. She probably has moved on by now. Why would she want to see me after all these years?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try. Just come on the mission and make up your mind there.” Miguel pondered what Jess said. His heart yearned to see you again. But his mind was making him panic. What if she doesn’t want to see me?

“I’ll go.”

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The mission was very simple as only a random person appeared and needed to be sent back. He would have stayed back at HQ if this wasn’t your world.

“I’ll see you back at HQ. Go get her back.” Jess said as she looked over at Miguel, who huffed as he swung away from her and Gwen.

“What’s he doing?” Asked Gwen.

“He’s going to see an old friend.” Jess looked at the direction Miguel went off to before heading back to HQ.

It only took minutes to get to for him to get to your apartment. However, time felt like it was moving in slow motion as he walked into your apartment complex and up the elevator to your floor.

33B, your apartment number. He dissolved his suit to appear in his casual clothing. His chest hurt as he felt his heart pound against it. Taking a second to calm his breathing, he knocked on your door.

In seconds the door opened wide as he was met with your surprised gaze. Even after almost six years, you still looked the same. The same gorgeous woman he fell for when he first laid his eyes on you. He wished he could wrap you in his arms and hold you. Capture your sweet soft lips with his.

“Miguel?” Hearing your soft voice again melted his cold heart.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you stare up at him. Butterflies came to life in your stomach by seeing him again in person. He looked the same, except for his frame. He was a lot bigger the last time you saw him. After the breakup, he must have begun working out even more. Your heart dropped when you thought that he might be seeing someone new. Cheeks dusted pink as you move your gaze briefly away before looking back at those brown eyes you fell in love with years ago.

“There was an anomaly reported on your earth.” His response made you frown as you hoped he would come here to see you.

“Oh, do you need help with it? I’ve been pretty busy lately, so I haven’t been Spiderwoman in a bit.”

“Jess and I have already finished the mission. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, I see. Then why are you here?” You ask again for his reason. Miguel’s gaze darted to different parts of your living room, having difficulty gazing at you without kissing you. You can see he was nervous as you could see his chest rise and fall faster than normal.

Suddenly, his gaze moved to you as he took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. A shiver went up your spine as his hand swallowed yours. You felt like a schoolgirl again by him only holding your hand.

“I want to talk. I missed you, Y/n.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach become wild. He missed you like you missed him. But why did it take him so long to come see you? Why did he wait so long? You were suddenly reminded why you were heading out. You remove your hand from him as you pick up the things you dropped.

“I-I have to go.” You move out into the hallway with him as you close and lock the door. Moving past him, Miguel gently grabbed your arm.

“Y/n, please don’t ignore me. I really want to talk.” His voice was stern, yet his gaze looked desperate.

“I-I do want to talk, but I have to go.” You sigh as you remove your arm from his grasp. Pressing the elevator button, you walk in as it opens. Before it closed, Miguel pushed it back, walking in.

“Can’t we talk on your way?” He stood in front of you as you backed yourself against the wall. He walked closer, inches apart from each other. His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips, then back. Before, you would have a quick make-out session if no one walked in. He would have pinned you against the wall, arms wrapped around each other and tongues down each other’s throats.

“Fine.” You sighed as you turned your gaze from him. You could see in his eyes how he recalled your heated sessions in this same elevator years back. Walking out of the elevator with Miguel by your side, your nerves began to skyrocket.

You were on your way to pick up Mateo. Miguel’s son, that he didn’t know about. Checking the time on your phone you had 10 minutes to get there. Luckily, Mateo’s school was only a 5-minute walk away from your apartment.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for distancing myself from you back then. For becoming cold towards you when you only tried to help me.” His words brought you out of your thoughts as you looked at him.

“I know that time of the year is really hard on you. But you didn’t have to shut me out. I was your girlfriend.” He looks back at you before looking ahead.

“I know. I wish I could take it back.”

“I’m sorry too. You were going through a dark time. I should have stayed by your side. But I didn’t have that much time to wait for you back then.” You stopped now in front of Mateo’s school.

“What do you mean by that?” Miguel’s brows furrowed, followed by a frown, confused by your last words. You take a deep breath as you look up at him.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Please wait here.” You say as you turn from him and walk into the school doors. You walk down the hall and see other parents picking up their kids. You see Mateo blabbering to another kid as you get to the room before he notices you.

“Mommy!” Mateo runs up to you as you lift him up into your arms.

“Hi baby, how was your first day?” You wave to his teacher before walking back down the hall.

“It was amazing! We drew our favorite animals, and we got to play games all day!” You smiled as he told you about his day.

“I can’t wait to hear more about it. Someone is waiting for us outside.” You tell him. Your last words perked his interest as he gave you a surprised look.

“Who is it?!”

“You’ll see in a second.” You set him on the ground and hold his hand as you walk out the front doors. You sigh in relief as Miguel is still waiting, but it is soon replaced with worry as you see Miguel’s eyes widen as he doesn’t move his gaze from Mateo.

You walk up to Miguel, and his gaze finally meets you again before returning to Mateo, who hides behind your leg. You knew it would only take him seconds to figure it out by how much he looks like him.

“How old is he?” Miguel breaks the silence.

“5 years and 6 months.” You answer him. Your gaze looks at your surroundings as other parents obviously glance over. “Is it possible if we can continue this back at the apartment? People are sort of staring.” Miguel nods his head before you walk back to the apartment.

Unlocking the door, Mateo runs in, throwing his bag in the living room. You turn to face Miguel, who is still standing at the entrance.

“You can come in. I won’t bite.” You smile at him. He chuckles at your response as he walks fully into the living room.

“He’s mine?” He asked as a question even though he knew the answer. You bite your lip as you nod your head. Your affirmation made his heart race again. He had a son. The same boy walked back into the living room, hiding his face in your leg.

“Can I?” Miguel looked at Mateo.

“Hey, Mateo. This is Miguel. Your father.” You tell your son as you comb your fingers through his hair to make him feel more comfortable. Mateo looks up at you before looking at Miguel.

Miguel kneels to the ground as Mateo slowly moves from your leg. You gently guide him to Miguel.

“Hi.” Mateo shyly speaks.

“Hi, Mateo.”

“Can I call you Dad?” Your eyes widened slightly at Mateo’s sudden question. A large smile appears on Miguel’s face.

“Of course, you can.” Air comes back to your lungs as if you were holding your breath. You can see Mateo’s face beam as he hugs Miguel. At first, surprised, Miguel hugs him back as he stands back up, holding him in his arms. Tears brim the corner of your eyes. You never thought this day would happen.

“Wow! You’re so big! You’re way taller than Mommy.”

“That is true, Papi.” Miguel chuckled as he looked over to you. You walk over to Mateo and lightly pinch his cheek before kissing him on the same spot, which makes him giggle.

Miguel looked at you and his son with so much love. He had a family again. He was going to do everything he could to win you back.

“Are you married to Mommy?” Mateo’s sudden question surprised both of you. Your cheeks redden as you look away from Miguel, who turns his head to hide his small blush.

“How about you go and play with your toys in your room? Hmm?” You tell Mateo.

“Aww, but I want to stay here.” Mateo pouts as he crosses his arms.

“You should listen to your mama, Mateo.” Miguel set him to the ground. You had yo admit, having another person back you up when your son was acting stubborn was nice.

“Can I show him my room first?” He pleads with you.

“Alright. But as soon as you do, you’ll let us talk?”

“Yay!” Mateo grabs Miguel’s hand and pulls him to his room. His hands felt so small and delicate in his large hands.

You lean on the doorframe as you smile at the sight before you. Mateo showed Miguel his favorite stuffed animals and toys as the two conversed about race cars and other things that came from your five-year-old’s mind. After a few minutes, you gently brush your hand against Miguel’s shoulder. Turning to you, he stood back to his full height.

“Ok Mateo. Your papa and I have to go talk now.”

“Aw, ok.” Mateo pouts as he sits on his race track carpet with a few of his stuffed animals in hand.

“If you’re good and don’t bother us. I’ll let us get pizza for dinner tonight.” At the mention of pizza Mateo jumps up and down in joy before going back to play with his toys.

Both you and Miguel leave his room. You walk to your bedroom, letting him in before closing the door.

“I didn’t think I could get you to the bedroom this quick, cariño.” Miguel chuckled.

“I did it so we can talk in private. But still, be close to him just in case.” You roll your eyes playfully, trying to hide your smile from his comment.

The silence grew in the room before Miguel had enough and broke it.

“Did you end things because you were pregnant?”

“Yes.” You looked away from his gaze as you felt guilty.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice lowered barely above a whisper. You still heard as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before exhaling. You had some speculation that if Miguel ever came to find you, you would have this conversation.

“I tried telling you. But you were so distant from me. I couldn’t find the right time to tell you. I stopped trying after you said you didn’t want to have any more kids anymore after…after Gabriella. I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to be a father again if I told you.” Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried so hard to hold them in. You look back at Miguel as he tries to remember what he said back then. His eyes suddenly widen slightly before he looks back at you with regret. He walks slowly over to you.

“Did that happen on Gabi’s birthday?” Miguel forced the question out. Even as years go by, his heart still aches at the reminder of his daughter.

“Yes. You said, ‘The thought of having another child is unbearable. I couldn’t handle the pain again if something happened.’” You remembered his words exactly, as they stayed engraved into your mind all these years. You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks.

“I-I didn’t mean to say I never wanted children again. I was so grief-stricken back then. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying. If only I didn’t say those words. I would have been there with you. Seeing Mateo grow up.” Miguel sat on your bed, hands covering his face as he drowned in regret. You sit next to him as you move his hands from his face and guided his chin to look at you.

The tears continued to come out as you saw his eyes become glossy. “I’m so sorry you weren’t there for Mateo’s first five years. If you want, you can still see him grow up.”

“Of course I want to watch him grow up. I want to be in his life. But I want to be in your life too.” His last words caught you off guard. Miguel leaned in to kiss you, but you covered his lips with your hand. He pulled back, a frown evident on his face.

“Do you not want me back, amor?

“I do, Miguel. But I can’t rush right back into it. It’s been almost six years. And we only were together for six months before. Plus, let’s have Mateo get used to you being around first before putting our relationship on him too.”

“Alright. I’ll be patient but not that patient.”

“Let’s just see how the first week goes.” You put your hand out for him to shake in agreement. He gave you a deadpan look before taking your hand. However, instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and gently kissed the bottom of your wrist.

“Miguel…” You playfully roll your eyes. He kisses your wrist one more time before smirking.

“Alright, alright. I’ll play nice. For now.” You playfully hit his chest, which makes him chuckle as you both leave your bedroom and walk into the living room. Since Mateo didn’t disrupt your conversation, you decided to order a pizza.

“Do you still like pepperoni?” You ask Miguel as you sit next to him on the couch.

“Sí.” He replied as he scooched closer to you on the couch. You noticed but ignored it as you continued ordering the pizza online.

“Momma!” Mateo said as he ran to the living room.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Can I watch my cartoons?”

“Of course.” Mateo sits on the floor in front of the tv as you grab the remote to turn it to the right channel.

As the cartoons played, Mateo would explain the characters to Miguel whenever a new one appeared on the screen. You didn’t realize how close on the couch Miguel had gotten, arm resting behind you on the sofa, until you heard your phone buzz.

Picking it up, your eyes widen when you see a text from a certain person.

“Whose that?” Asked Miguel.

“Just someone.” Miguel frowned at your vague answer, understanding why.

“Who is he?”

“Just a guy from when I was at a mommy and me group.”

“Are you seeing him?” You can hear the jealousy come out in his voice.

“Well, no. There were only two dates.”

“What does the text say?”

“He was just asking how Mateo’s first day was.” You said, “and asking for a third date.” You quickly added, which widened Miguel’s eyes as he turned to look at you, slightly upset.

“Well, you should tell him you’re not single anymore.”

“Miguel…” your tone turns serious with his response.

“It’s eventually going to happen, amor. So why string this man along when he can’t have you?” You roll your eyes at him. You decide to ignore the texts until you know what to say.

Thankfully the doorbell rang, indicating the pizza was here. Miguel got up from the sofa and opened the door. Grabbing the pizza and thanking the delivery man before closing the door.

Miguel brings it to the kitchen as you follow, grabbing two plates and then a plastic one for Mateo. After getting slices onto the plates, you go back to the living room. You hand Mateo his plate, which he cheers and says thank you in excitement before chomping down.

“I forgot your earth has the best pizza,” Miguel said as he took a bite.

“It really does. You remember that mission we went on that had that awful pizza with lobster and strawberries as toppings?” You cringe at the memory of you and Miguel stopping to grab food after fighting an anomaly and being horrified by what the locals called a delicacy.

“I do remember that. I’ve never tasted more disgusting food in my life.” He cringes at the memory alongside you. “Do you ever think about HQ?” He glanced over at you.

“Yeah, I do. I miss it a lot, actually. Seeing everyone and going on missions. Everyone came to me begging me to report their mission to you if it went bad.” You laugh at the last part.

“Everyone still misses you. A lot has changed since you were last there. There are more spider recruits, so the halls are always busy. Peter B remarried MJ, and they have a baby now. Jess and her husband are expecting one too. Some new teenage spiders annoy the hell out of me daily. Specifically, a guy named Hobie. He never listens and loves to get on my nerves.” Miguel’s fangs come out, annoyed by the thought of the rebellious spiders. Thankfully Mateo was facing away from him to not see the fangs.

“It would be nice to see everyone again. And to meet new faces.” You smile at Miguel’s reaction.

“Come with me tomorrow. After dropping Mateo off at school.” He looks at you, waiting for a response.

“I would love that, actually.” You say, which brings a huge smile to Miguel’s face.

“Sounds like a date.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m only kidding.” He holds his hands up in defense.

After finishing the pizza and watching more cartoons, you realize it’s way past Mateo’s bedtime. Looking over at your son, you see him dozed off on the floor. You go to pick him up, but Miguel places his hand on your arm as he picks up Mateo easily.

You both walk to his room as Miguel tucks him into bed as Mateo already is wearing his PJs.

“Buenas noches mi hijo.” Miguel whispered to Mateo before placing a kiss on his head. After he stands up, you brush some of Mateo’s hair out of his face as you kiss his forehead.

“Sweet dreams.” You say before getting up and turning off the light before closing his door.

After Miguel finishes cleaning the dishes, he walks into your bedroom, where he is handed a pillow and blanket.

“What is this for?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked back at you.

“For you.” You say.

“Y/n, don’t make me sleep on the couch. I would be much more comfortable sleeping in here with you.” Miguel pouts as he sets it on your desk.

“Miguel. We are not together.” You remind him.

“But we will be. So why not start slowly by letting me sleep with you. Plus, I’ll hurt my neck by sleeping on the sofa.” You pondered his words. He was right. He was too big to sleep comfortably on the couch. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Ok, fine. You can sleep with me. But only sleeping! Any funny business, and you’re heading straight to the living room.”

After getting ready for bed, you slip underneath the covers. You watch as Miguel takes off his shirt showing his chiseled body. You hide your face in your pillow so he wouldn’t see your red face.

You feel the bed dip as Miguel gets under the covers lying beside you. The lights were off, only the moonlight lighting up the room. Your gaze meets his. You start to fall into a trance as the moonlight reflects perfectly off of him, staring straight into his mix of brown and red eyes.

You didn’t realize he had wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer. Your bodies now only centimeters apart. He cupped your cheek with his other hand as he leaned down before capturing your lips with his.

You missed feeling his lips on yours. The kiss lasts a few more seconds before your lips sadly part. Moving your gaze from his lips to his eyes, you see them cloud into a lustful gaze.

You are suddenly brought back to reality as you lightly glare at him.

“Go to the couch. Now.”

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100% there will be a part 3! I love this storyline too much.

Hope you enjoyed part two💕

Tag List! (comment if you wanted to be tagged to this fic)

@crowleysthings

[sp1der-wid0w]

lmfaooo, so imagine this.

imagine being in miles position, miguel and the spider society telling you to let your dad die, to keep the canon in tact. and… you’re just ok with it. you’re just like, mkay. the way i tell you, miguel and the others will be like… wut? 💀

peter b would be like, that’s so heartless and cold. and miguel would be like, don’t you at least care that your dad has to die? dude.. at least i’m not putting up a fight like miles, you should be happy that i’m doing what you said😭

(so not saying this because of my own relationship with my dad…)

[rhythmstars]

Hello!! Just saw that you were writing for Pavitr- and thought I could submit this idea:) soo, I was thinking an Pavitr x reader where some villian finds out that spider man is dating the reader and uses that against him by kidnapping the reader? And Pavitr is just kinda freaking out and Gwen or someone has to calm him down before they go and save reader? Just thought it was an interesting idea and it's fine if you don't want to do it:) remember to take care of yourself and all that stuff<3

A/n: omg i live for hurt comfort!! Also, thank you so much for being so sweet! take care of yourself as well, drink some water!! and thank you for requesting!! <3

i tried my best to write this, i hope you enjoy, I'm sorry for any mistakes or if it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to :)

Warnings: minor? gore, panic, crying, hurt (with comfort fellas!), Pavitr being ANGRY, and bad writing.

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Pavitr Prabhakar x GN! Reader

It was five hours ago when Pavitr received a text from his partner asking him if he is free for the day.

Five hours ago when he replied with a 'sorry but i have a meeting with the others today, maybe next time? will make it up to you i promise <3'

Four hours ago when he got a text from them reassuring him that it's alright and that they can always plan something for some other day, and asking him not to blame himself for this.

Three hours ago, before he got a text from them telling him that they have a sudden change in schedule and that they'll be attending their piano lessons today. A message with the last line being 'don't forget how much I love you, Pav. <3'

It was two hours ago when he got out of the meeting and tried calling his s/o to talk with them about their day and his. Two hours ago when they didn't pick up his first and his fifth call.

It was one hour ago when he asked Gwen and Hobie to help him find his s/o because he was freaking out.

And, it was exactly 30 minutes ago when Miguel called him to the office and told him that his beloved had been walking home from school when they got abducted by some unknown people. When he felt like the world has stopped.

It was exactly now that he was panicking and pacing around the room with uneven breathing.

"Pav, you need to calm down. They'll be fine." Gwen tried to reassure him because she felt like if she doesn't, then Pavitr won't ever stop. He didn't reply though, possibly not even heard what his friend had said. He kept murmuring about the possibilities he had flooding his mind.

Hobie sighed "This is no good mate. You gotta stop pacin' and think for a moment." He tried to talk to him but was met with silence once more. Frustrated with his best friend's antics, he walked towards Pavitr and puts a hand on his shoulder making him still. "Oi! can you stop pacin' around and think calmly for a moment?" he said in a sharp tone.

What he didn't expect was a distraught looking Pavitr looking at him helplessly with tears in his eyes. "Pav..." Gwen was shocked to see him like this as well. A guy like him never liked crying in front of others or talking about his problems, so seeing him like this really hurt them.

"Calmly?" Pavitr spoke in an annoyed tone. "I CAN'T BE CALM! MY S/O IS KIDNAPPED BECAUSE OF ME! AND I'M SITTING HERE NOT BEING ABLE TO DO *ANYTHING* BECAUSE MIGUEL HAS TOLD US TO SIT AROUND TILL HE PLAYS WITH HIS MACHINES IN THERE!"

Both of them looked at him shocked to their cores. They had never seen this guy so frustrated or angry. This cool and calm guy with a never ending playful persona.

He sighed. "I'm- I'm sorry I just-" he covered his face as he sat down on the stairs. "I- I don't know what to do...i don't know what is happening to them right now or if they're alright. I have no clue where they are and what those assholes are doing to them." He took in a deep breath. "I- You don't know I just- I don't want to think about this- what if, what if they're hurt? what if they're torturing them for being with me? they'll never tell my secrets, they'll rather die and it just, it scares the shit out of me guys i don't know what is going on. what if i never get to see them again? what if they leave me? what if- what if I-" His voice broke and he choked on a sob.

Gwen and Hobie looked down in guilt. They knew that this isn't easy for Pavitr. He truly loved Y/n.

Only a minute later, Peter came running out of the building. "Hey! We found 'em!" At his words, Pavitr got up with the speed of lightning and impatiently demanded the location.

"Where?"

Miguel walked beside Peter, "Do not act irrationally Pavitr, this is-"

"Where."

Miguel and Peter looked at him in shock. They had never seen him so angry. "The warehouse near the east coast in Mumbattan."

That's all he needed to hear before getting ready to take off. He had waited enough. One more second of delay and he'd lose himself. With impatient, trembling hands, he started using his watch for opening a portal back to his world.

To save his world.

"Pavitr!" He looked back at Miguel when he heard his voice, expecting a lecture on being rational and thinking calmly. But much to everyone's except Peter's surprise, Miguel said something nice. "Good luck."

Pavitr gave him a grateful nod and walked into the portal followed by Gwen and Hobie.

The three of them stood on a tower standing a few meters away from the warehouse. Pavitr was growing impatient every second and both Gwen and Hobie could see it.

Gwen placed a hand on his shoulder gently speaking, "Hey, it's alright. We're here now right? They're gonna be alright." She gave him a small reassuring smile.

"Yeah mate really, let's just check before getting straight to them, eh?" Hobie gave him a grin.

Pavitr sighed and nodded. "Let's go." They swung by the warehouse and over, trying to search for men possibly on the lookout. When they found none, they landed on the roof of the warehouse. A skylight caught there attention as they walked towards it to look inside. Unfortunately for them, it was too dark.

Too dark for Pavitr's liking.

Suddenly, the door to the warehouse opened and a man dressed in a robe walked in. He had a suitcase in his hand. What the actual hell?

He placed his suitcase on a iron table nearby and walked towards....

Pavitr's eyes widened. There, in front of that man, laying on the cold hard ground, tied to a metal frame, was his beloved s/o. The light coming in from the opened door reflected their bruises and cuts. Pavitr's blood turned cold at the man's laughter.

"Look at you, young gorgeous. Not so gorgeous anymore with all those scars but-" he pulled out a pair of gloves and started putting it on. "Come on dear y/n. We both know he doesn't give a DAMN about you. Otherwise he'd be here by now."

Gwen places a hand on Pavitr's shoulder, trying to ground his racing heart. "He won't even LOOK at you with a face as bruised as this. Just, tell me already." his voice turned deadly serious as he kneeled in front of them, "how. do. i. defeat. him."

That's enough.

Pavitr broke through the glass of the skylight and landed behind the man making him turn away startled. Gwen and Hobie followed after him looking angry. But Pavitr wasn't angry, no.

He was FURIOUS.

He glared at the man with so much rage and hatred that even the creepy man felt a shiver run down his spine. "Hah! would you look at that!" The man clapped his hands. "so you DO care after all."

Pavitr rushed forward and punched the man straight in the jaw making him stumble. But he still laughed like a maniac. "Haha! Gosh! You have some strength in you young man!" Pavitr punched him again as Gwen rushed to y/n's side untying their hands and legs. Hobie took his chance and smashed a random discarded wine bottle he found lying somewhere on the man's arm making him yelp in agony.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" pavitr yelled. He held him by the collar of his shirt. "WHY DID YOU TAKE THEM!?" He punched him on the right cheek but he kept laughing. "HOW DARE YOU HURT THEM!" A punch on the left cheek and his laughing turned to choked coughs as he spat out blood on the floor. "HOW DARE YOU!" He yelled and kept punching him.

Gwen, y/n and Hobie watched him with wide eyes. They had never seen him so furious. So vengeful. Gwen looked at Hobie who stood behind Pavitr, giving a look. He nodded before walking forward and holding pavitr by his shoulders. "Hey. that's enough, mate."

But to their surprise, Pavitr pushed his hands away and kept punching the now unconscious man. Hobie frowned. "Pav. Let go man. that's enough." He didn't stop.

Y/n watched. This wasn't like him. He wasn't the sweet, charismatic boy who they knew. No, he was a furious and enraged superhuman who had forgotten about the boundaries of being the friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man.

"Pav..." They spoke weakly but loud enough for him to hear. He immediately stopped his movements and looked at them. They had tears in their eyes as They stared at him with fear. Afraid that he'll lose his humanity. He dropped his hands to the side, his blood and the man's blood mixed, dripping from his knuckles. He swiftly walked towards them and kneeled in front of them.

His eyes scanned their body lingering on every cut and bruise. Y/n slowly raised a hand to his cheek and it was enough to break him. He hid his face in the crook of their neck as the tears escaped his eyes.

Gwen and Hobie shared knowing looks and walked out with hobie carrying the unconscious man.

Pavitr hugged y/n and cried in their embrace. "Hey.... I'm okay... it's okay...Pav..." They whispered gently to him.

The hold on their body tightened as he cried. "I- i thought i- l-lost you.." Y/n felt a ache in their heart. He sounded so broken. "I was s-so scared."

It came as a surprise even to y/n. No matter how bad things got or how scared he'd get, Pavitr NEVER showed it on his face. He always kept a charming smile on his face and a few corny jokes up his sleeve to assess the situation. But seeing him break down like this only because of the fear that he'd lose them, it was overwhelming. It was heartwarming. It was endearing.

They took in a shakey breath and hugged him tighter. "Yeah...me too. But hey" they pulled a little back and looked at him in the eyes, "we're okay. you're here... I'm here...yeah?" a reassuring smile on their face, they tried their best to console his racing heart and shaking body.

"B-but y-you're hurt..." He looked down at their wounds but they held him by the chin and made him look at them.

"I'm alive." Their voice was firm and reassuring. "They....they may leave some scars but, nothing serious. I hope you don't mind a little ugliness, Spider boy." They smiled and joked but their voice held some sort of insecurity and fear in it. This didn't go unnoticed by Pavitr.

He always noticed.

He gently cupped their cheeks and looked softly at them. "You were, are, and always will be the most beautiful person to me. In every damn universe and in every damn reality. I will NEVER stop loving you y/n." His words made the tears in their eyes return as they smiled at him.

How can he be so brutally furious one moment and then so sweet and caring the other? 'This boy... he'd be the death of me.' Y/n thought as they looked at his miraculously perfect face.

Pavitr pulled them in for a kiss and they happily gave in hugging him close. When they pulled apart, Pavitr gave them a small smile.

"Now let's get you home." He gently picked them up in his arms and grinned at them.

" I'm pretty sure you missed your dashing boyfriend."

[lovebeatriceplz]

🥀Those aren't meant to bend.

Gwen Stacy x Fem! Reader ( platonic but can be interpreted otherwise i think)

Summary: The girl you managed to befriend a little more than a year ago stops responding to your texts, basically disappearing. One rainy night you stumble upon her, not as Gwen Stacy..but as Spider woman.

Tw: Mentions of self - harm, panic attacks and a brief mention of su!c!de .Captain Stacy ended up dying prior to the events that happen in this fic.

This isn't really like a reflection on her character but the gwen angst syndrome is strong and i need to get it out

It's been five weeks since Doctor Octopus attacked your city. It's been five weeks since the death of Captain Stacy. It's been five weeks since Spider woman stopped appearing. Five weeks since Gwen stopped coming to school.

You made the connection a long time ago. It always found it's way into your mind, sitting up at night, wondering how she does it, how she balanced her personal life and being a superhero, if she does at all.

Taking your seat on the train you take a look around. She wasn't here, again. Gwen is one year below you, so you would only really see her in the mornings and evenings.

She begins to flood your thoughts. Was she ok? How is she managing without her father? Is she still spider woman or has her father's death prompted her to discard the mask?. The last time you spoke, she said her aunt was staying with her, taking on the role of her guardian you figured, however, a part of you just didn't believe her.

The feeling of the seat dipping slightly brings you back to present, and a friend starts a conversation. After discussing upcoming final, school and other things, you ask the question that's been burning at the back of your throat. "Have you seen Gwen recently?" .

The boy looks up, thinking. "Stacy? Nah, not since - you know". You nod, yeah you did know. A sigh escapes your mouth and you lean against the window. "Hey, she'll be fine, she's probably just mourning, it's normal". He tries his best to sound convincing. "Yeah.." you respond, not able to channel an once of conviction in your words.

His brows furrow, wanting to divert your thoughts else where. "Guess what?" He perks up, reaching for his phone. "Your favorite girl is back". Leaning up you look over his arm. That didn't make sense, your favourite girl was Gwen, and she wasn't back. Once you see the article it makes sense. 'Spider - woman spotted after disappearing for almost two weeks'.

A slight feeling of hope washes over you as you head to class. Gwen- Spider - woman, she was ok. As the day progresses doubts plague your mind. It could be false, some journalist desperate for a story, or a an anxious citizen that needed something to trust in again. Wait, what was that?. You tilt your head up, this was the path you took home everyday, so anything foreign would catch your attention.

Zzzzp. There it was again. A flash of pink and white. It was just for a second but you're sure of it, it was true. Gwen-... Spider- woman, she was back.

" I understand that this is private information but please it's out of concern". You thought that Spider - woman being back meant Gwen being back as well. It seemed like she segregated the two, splitting herself into different personas. She didn't respond to calls, texts, when you showed up at her apartment you got no answer and she's not at school. Only as Spider - woman did she appear, and even then, she never stayed around long enough for you to get a hold of her.

That's why the principal is pinching the bridge of their nose, and why you're persisting, begging even that they provide you with the contact of this "aunt" Gwen mentioned. "Please, I want to know if she's okay". You looked pitiful, but that's the goal. A sigh, then a grumble, followed by aggressive writing. The principal hands you a small slip of paper "If anyone asks, you didn't get it from here". A grin is plastered on your face as you leave.

"Hello? who is this?" She sounded calm, a bit tired, maybe in her 30's. "Hello, this is a friend of Gwen Stacy, your niece".

"Gwen?...my, why I haven't seen her in years, I heard about her father, is she alright?" a puzzled expression crosses your face. "I was hoping you could tell me, aren't you staying with her?" trying to conceal your rising panic.

"Oh..oh no dearie, I haven't seen Gwen since she was 'bout twelve years old". What was going on? "but-". "I'm sorry but I haven't been in contact with George or Gwen for a very long time, good day" the phone line goes dead.

A feeling of dread consumes you, staring at the text you sent, she read it but you still got no reply. Five, six, seven, still no reply. Your sneakers echo as you jog up the apartment complex. If she wouldn't reply you'd just have to seek her out.

You have to stop yourself before knocking, be gentle, she's the one that's hurting here. A soft knock, and you get silence in return. Raising your fist to knock again, you stop as your phone chimes. A concerned friend checking on you due to the villain on the loose.

Screams and loud bangs spread throughout the city of Queens. Anyone with an ounce of self preservation would head home, but this was your chance to see her.

Watch from a distance, and everything will be fine. This wasn't anything new, they were no match for spider woman. You observe her closely, as she skillfully takes control of the fight. But, she seems...slower, and she looks thin, not like you notice her enough to tell. She wasn't okay.

The fight's over, people cheer, the police attempt to clean up etc etc. Your only focus was to get a grip on that girl before- damn, she's gone, again.

The weight of yet another missed opportunity drags you down. You take a shortcut to get home due to the debris from the fight. And if your night couldn't get any worse- rain starts to pour and your drenched in seconds.

It was quiet, almost inaudible at first. But you heard it. Stopping, you strain your ears to hear better. It was a strained, almost gargle like sound. A sob?

You slowly turn the corner to find the source of the noise. When you do see it your chest tightens, you could have just died right there. Why? because in front of you was Spider woman, on her knees, soaked, mask discarded at her side as she desperately tries to force oxygen into her lungs, she was failing.

You want to scream out her name but your throat is dry, you want to run to her but your feet suddenly feel heavy. No need for any of that anyways, because she spotted you.

"Don't come any closer!" she shouts out. Her voice brings you back to reality, the once calm and pretty sound now hoarse and..just tired. "Gwen! oh my- Gwen you're okay" you start to lessen the distance between you, but the look on her face stops you. "I said don't come any closer!" she repeats, reaching for her web shooters. They made a crackling sound and, no webs came flying towards you.

Now you start to panic. Did she even recognize you? she had to right?. "Gw- ow!" a pebble comes flying instead, then another, and another. She tries to run away but she hardly moves, her leg was probably injured, or her body was just exhausted.

You resort to grabbing her wrist to stop her flailing but she winces, you instantly let go. "Gwen..." her gaze locks with yours, and her eyes are puffy, but they also looked glazed over, she was so distant.

Atleast she wasn't trying to get away anymore. She was struggling to breath, you wanted to help but- everything you did seemed to make things worse.

The sobbing starts again, the most heartbreaking sobs you've ever heard. You're hands hover over her, you just wanted to hug her so badly, but what if she tried to run off again?

She quietly calls out your name in between sobs. Your arms wrap around her instantly as you sink to the group beside her. She presses herself into you, her fingernail digging into your skin, making sure that your there.

It hurt, but you pulled her closer anyways as sobs wracked her body. They gradually die down, the only sounds being the rain, the shuddering sounds she made each time she inhaled and the denim of your jacket against latex.

When her breathing evens out somewhat, you stand up, wrapping the jacket around her first before hoisting her up, putting her arm around your shoulder.

There was no way you could walk her home, she wouldn't make it. You start to walk towards the nearest train station, dragging her along. She tries her best to not put her dead weight on you, but you can tell that she was ready to just collapse.

Few passengers on the train don't pay you two much mind, only a couple glances here and there. Most of her suit was damp and dirty and covered with your jacket, besides, a tired girl and her seemingly not fully conscious friend wasn't an uncommon sight at this hour.

The climb up the apartment stairs was a struggle but you made it. "where are your keys Gwen?" You ask her gently. "Keys?" Her eyes dart around, she didn't seem to register anything you were saying, it's been like that since the train.

The door was open anyways. The intention was to take her to her bed, but she immediately goes limp against the couch.

"I'm sorry.." it's the first thing she's said that was intentional and coherent. You sit on the floor beside the couch. "Sorry about what?" Concerned etched into your features.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't do it... I thought i could i really did, but I can't" her eyes get glossy and she lays on her back, looking at the ceiling.

What did that mean? It could mean so many things, but you didn't push it. (Trigger warning for the paragraph after the next one).

You get to work, removing your jacket and helping her out of her spider suit, she barely seemed to be apart of the process. She's in her undergarments and you start to look around for something for her to wear. (Actual trigger warning now).

An oversized t - shirt is what you settle for. The shirt just slipped over her chest when you notice them. Some seemed to dig deeper than others, some healed over, some looked like they could start bleeding again. You felt like throwing up and a lump forms in your throat as your hands gently grasp her wrist.

Her eyes follow your hands, hardly registering what was going on. When she does however, she sits up immediately, pulling away from you "it's not what you think it is" the words came out harsher than she wanted them to "they're old..." she mutters.

They were obviously recent. The lump in your throat gets bigger, suffocating almost. You inhale deeply "w-" the words refused to come. Why have you never seen them? why are you just realizing how bad the situation actually is. "i said they're old stop staring at them" she repeats.

Her eyes dart away from yours, like she's about to cry again. You pull yourself up on the couch beside her. "I can't do it anymore" she says, the words strained, as if she had to physically force it out her throat.

"being spider - woman?" You shift a bit closer to her. "everything..." Her voice reduced to a hoarse whisper.

"talk to me Gwen" you gently urge her to open up. "i'm just tired..." There was more to it of course, but she wouldn't even allow herself to feel it.

"You can't keep it all in-", "yes I can." As stubborn as always. You take her wrist, finger pads brushing against the now choppy skin, to remind her that you're there, and to make sure that she doesn't run away from the conversation.

Silence. "Okay....then, tell me what happened this evening, why did i find you the way i did?". She brings her knees to her chest, zoning out. "Gwen?".

"I-" she sighs "I don't really remember.." The confession leaves you confused, but she continues before you could ask questions "i don't really remember much these days i-it's sort of a blur I don't know".

The words remind you of the time you tried to check up on her when her father passed away. She was smiling, somewhat. But she seemed fine, although there was an underlying tone of something else.

Now that you think about it, it's like her body was on autopilot. She barely made eye contact that day, she was there but she wasn't..really there. A feeling of guilt starts to swell in your chest, why didn't you know? You're her friend, you should have known.

You were so lost in thought, so lost in the flashbacks of the little things you didn't remember until now that you're just realizing the tears silently streaming down her face.

"is it your dad? is that why?" You ask, reaching out to wipe her face. She shrugs "i think so.." choking on her tears. "you know... it's been five weeks" the words barely audible due to the sobs trapped in her throat.

"only five weeks and i-" she continues "I'm already starting to forget how he sounded". Your arms open and she doesn't hesitate to crawl into them. Her body starts to tremble once more, and she clutches her chest as if it physically hurt.

"- and we didn't even leave off on a good note..we had a fight-". One of the very very few people that Gwen confided in when it came to her father was you. You knew all about it, the relationship wasn't quite secure, but she loved him...she loves him.

She continues to let it all out in strained and muffled whispers. "I wasn't supposed to hurt myself..i was just - I just didn't want to do it anymore". Slowly, your gaze moves down to look at her. "everything?"

She doesn't respond, maybe she couldn't. The crying stopped but her body was still shaking, the tears ran out but the pain didn't. "I just didn't want to be here anymore" the interval between her statements was so long that it took a second to register what she was referring to.

The lining of your eyes sting with tears, and you look upwards in an attempt to keep the tears in check. You couldn't cry infront of her, not now atleast, that wouldn't be fair.

"do you still feel that way?" The steadiness in your voice is obviously forced. "I don't know" she sounded so detached, so far away.

"what about me? and the people out there that need spider - woman?" That was selfish, entitled even, but you weren't choosing your words carefully anymore.

Her silence hits you like a truck, the depth of what you said just now settling in. "It doesn't matter forget i said that- it's about you, and what you feel, okay?" she manages to nod slightly.

With a sigh you pull her body closer, your arms completely encircling her, she felt thinner.

The exhaustion from the fight, along with the turmoil inside her mind and the warmth of your embrace coaxes her to sleep.

She's knocked out cold and you slip away. You just reach the kitchen when the tears start to fall. It wasn't loud or dramatic, instead it was quiet, the type of crying that made you empty when you're done.

Do you blame yourself? not entirely. For the first time since you found Gwen, your notification bar is flooded with missed calls from your parents. So that's how you spend the rest of your night, calling back and convincing them to not report you missing.

The morning comes quickly. You wake up on the cold floor of the kitchen.

Gwen was in the same place you left her, but her eyes are open. "Are you leaving?" her eyes meet yours, even after all that crying they were still bright. "soon" you respond, sitting on the carpeted floor beside the couch.

A silence is shared between the two of you, but it's light, like a breath of fresh air. "Do you remember how we met?" The question slips out by accident, but it was the only thing on her mind at the moment.

You smile, how could you not remember?. It was a hot night, due to it being summer. A friend of yours invited you to hangout at a band rehearsal. It was more like a party, a good amount of people and boy was it loud, but the good kind of loud.

The drummer on stage caught your eye immediately. "who's that?" You had to shout for your friend to hear. "Hah?- oh! That's Gwen, she's new".

You end up catching the same train as her that night. "So..do you play?" That was the first time she spoke to you. You gave her a small smile "bass". Her eyes light up "bass?'.

A chuckle passes your lips "what? You don't like bassists?" she smiles, revealing her cute little gap that you've grown to love "You guys are cool I guess, what about you? Do you like drummers?" That's how it started.

"Did you know? before this i mean" her question snaps you out of it. "know what?". She turns on her side to face you better "know that I was Spider- woman".

You nod "yeah, did you know that I knew?" You ask, playfully poking her side. "I always thought you watched me a bit too closely" she said with a laugh, something she hasn't done in a while.

Her laugh fades, a soft smile coming to rest on her face. "I just want to get better" she admits quietly. You take her hand, giving it a kiss before draping it over your shoulder "you will."

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Imagine Pav, the hopeless romantic and enthusiastic shipper, trying to help out Miguel who’s awkward as hell. The potential is so great there.

I LOVE THIS! Because I hardly ever seen Pav and Miguel shown together, which is funny because I feel like Pav gets along with anyone. Like he could probably get Jess to crack a smile if he REALLY tried.

He's always the one cheering up Ben Reilly on campus. Ben is wailing about the harrowing memories and Pavitr is like 'It's okay, my friend. Have a McMiguel burger, those always help me :) '

Pavi's THE Matchmaker on HQ campus

He has happy couples to back him up. (He counts Gwen and Miles even though he did nothing but embarrass Miles in front of her)

He tries to give Miguel advice, but somehow it always veers off into a story or essay about how amazing Gayatri is.

And Miguel is just standing there looking down at Pavi at like 'Pavitr, focus, please.'

and Pavi is SUCH a romantic he's like - going full force. He wants Miguel to each lunch with his crush, and gives up thumbs up from the bushes (the crush knows ur there Pavi, you're both spiderpeople). He's like 'Get them flowers on the first date, get lost in their eyes, whats their birthstone, you should get them a necklace, write them a song-'

Meanwhile my guy Miguel listening to all of this like

'I'm taking dating advice from a high schooler. And he has more game than me.'

Jess is like "Yeah don't listen to him just be NORMAL" as if Miguel knows what that means he just wants to get through his dinner date without biting his own tongue off in embarrassment

Hobie's in the corner like 'I don't even try, m8' AS IF THATS HELPING they're like 'WE KNOW YOU DON'T' he has a crowd of groupies at his beck and call like soviet union sleeper agents ready to wake up and revolt at any moment

JUST WAIT UNTIL PAVI IS LIKE - Lemme see their socials - next thing Miguel knows they're on Lyla looking at his dates Instagram or something trying to figure out their birthchart and horoscopes

I NEED a Spider Society sitcom like NOW RIGHT NEOW

[unluckiestmember]

yk now im curious on what would happen if Miguel saw his “daughter” in [Name]. Like she would just pop in with miles ( they’ve been friends since the first movie basically) and she is like a carbon copy of the daughter from the world he was like im when taking the place of himself. I would personally see it as a head cannon type of thing but ur choice! (bonus if platonic yandere) and if u do write this tysm for taking time out of ur day to do so❤️❤️

Coming right up!

Miguel O'Hara X "Daughter"! Reader

Characters: Miguel O'Hara, Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhaker, Gwen Stacy, Peter B. Parker and Jessica Drew

Tags: Found family trope?, yandere!Miguel, Miguel being Miguel, overprotective father figure, problematic friend group, intervention, fluff and hurt/comfort.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: Sorry this is not my best, you got me working on four hours of sleep and immediately after an eight hour shift. But I still hope you enjoy this! XD

Let’s get one thing straight; Whether he admits it or not, Miguel loved you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

You reminded him so much of Gabriella in the way you looked, the way you acted, etc.

Literally had to do a double take a few times before he realized you weren’t her.

But even then, that didn’t make him hate you.

Actually, it fueled him to get closer to you and create a bond with you.

Call it the father in him if you must.

He indulges in familial activities like sight seeing and even eating some sweet treats with you.

Spider-Society swears you are the only person to make this big guy crack a smile.

And for that, you are considered a wizard.

Jokes aside, Miguel cared about you so much as if you were his own daughter.

But maybe he cared about you too much?

When you arrived with Miles and he chose to challenge his canon event, Miguel wasted no time giving him a hard time.

Especially knowing that you two were thick as thieves.

If he was sprouting things on you about changing canon and destroying the multiverse, what else could he be putting in your head?

And don’t even get him started on the fact that the multiverse would be destroyed because of him.

You would be taken from him Everything would be taken from everyone.

Even if you have friends like Miles, Hobie, Pavitr and Gwen, don’t expect your father figure to let them in with open arms.

He becomes a literal cat hissing at your inner circle because they’re “bad influences”.

It gets to the point where Jessica, Peter B and even yourself have to remind him you are your own person.

That you are not Gabriella.

And that hurts him because he knows. But that won’t change that you’re his kid.

Just because you didn’t carry the same flesh and blood didn’t mean you meant the world to him.

Was he extreme? Yes.

Was he kind of idiotic? Absolutely.

But he would do anything for you.

He lost one daughter. He’s not going to lose another.

And if he needs to put his foot down a bit, so be it.

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hi:)

Cowboys are the only thing on my mind rn. Like I am down BAD for cowboys. But I got this idea…

Any yandere spiderverse character x cowboy reader 🤭

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about cowboy shtuff

A/N: I love your thinking!! This is such a cute idea, istg. I added two characters totally, enjoy my love <3

Hobie Brown:

He thinks you’re so badass and incredibly attractive. He finds your taste in style pretty unique and your western accent so fucking attractive.

If you wear a western hat, you can bet Hobie will tease you so much and often grab it off you, waving it above you to see how you’ll react. Nevertheless, he finds you cute with it on.

With your style of clothing, Hobie is the type to have something similar for the both of you to wear, so people know you two belong to each other. Hobie will likely give you a necklace, or a keychain to go around your belt loops.

Isn’t really all that interested in learning how to ride a horse, but he does enjoy seeing you ride – especially staring at your muscled thighs from behind. If you’re a Spider person, you can bet Hobie will jump on the back of your horse to check up on you before swinging off in the middle of combat.

If you have a ranch, he will try to help, but he ends up just messing with the cattle and making sure they do mischievous things; finding your annoyed state funny. But! He will help you groom the horses and feed the animals.

At your ranch, he’ll try to make a little competition with things – such as who can lift more hay barrels, feed the most animals, etc.

Will definitely go out of his way to buy sugar cubes or snacks for your horse(s), rubbing their chin and patting their neck. Probably has a superb relationship with them.

Loves to call you outlaw, (his) cowboy, dusty boots, and buckaroo.

Will sometimes poke at your accent, even though he loves it a lot. And yes, he will playfully correct your grammar when you say things a bit off.

Miles Morales:

Thinks you’re the coolest person ever. Loves your style, your accent, and everything you do. He has a sketchbook dedicated to you, colored in pretty Western colors.

If you have a horse, you can bet Miles will be mouth wide and immediately run up to the horse, trying to pet them and ask you all sorts of questions about them. By the time his rambling shuffles down, Miles realizes he’s probably overwhelmed the horse and asks what he can do not to scare your best friend so much.

Absolutely asks if he can ride with you, or if you can teach him how to ride. He’s a slow learner, but, with your guidance and reassuring comforts, he becomes more comfortable riding. Although, he does whine about his body hurting afterward.

Your accent is so attractive to him. He’ll be looking at you like you’re the world’s best singer when you’re telling a funny story.

You can also bet he’ll be going with you to rodeos, being the few people in the crowd who’s cheering you on very loudly.

Watches you in awe when you lasso things, especially him. Again, will ask if you can teach him to how to use a lasso and make one.

Doesn’t really say a lot of nicknames, but at times Miles will say: boots, mustang, and hoss.

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[fl3shm4id3n]

Wₐᵢₜ… yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ dₐₜᵢₙg?!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴᴋ/ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Couple stuff, kissing, lipstick stains, Pavitr being Pavitr.

A/N: Sorry that it's something short, I couldn't squeeze out much. hc here

Masterlist

You and Hobie were in your universe, just hanging out on the rooftop of your building. You both had on your spider suit on, just in case Miguel decided to call you in for whatever reason. So far the night was chill, no trouble had seemed to be going on. Then you had the idea to start kissing out of the blue. You and Hobie weren't a huge fan of PDA, but when you and him were alone, you were all affectionate to one another.

While you were eating each other's faces, was when you received the call. The kissing stopped, much to your enjoyment. You got your masks and other things then headed to headquarters, still semi upset that your kissing was interrupted.

Once you went into the portal and were in the elevator, someone else had come in through another portal. It was Pavitr, yours and Hobie's friend. "Hey guys!" he said all cheery and happily, like usual. "Hey Pav" you gave him a small wave. Then he stopped and got a close look between you and Hobie. "You okay Man?" Hobie asked his friend.

Then out of nowhere Pavitr just gasped dramatically. "When were you going to tell me that you two were a couple!" he asked, then you and Hobie looked at on another, then your eyes went wide and began to giggle a bit. "What? Is there something on me?" your boyfriend asked, then you got your small mirror which you carried, then handed it to him. "You tell me" you said, as Hobie took the small compact mirror and looked at himself.

There it was, black lipstick smeared around his lips, he also noticed how your black lips were semi messy than normal. "I thought you were wearing that lipsticks that never smears" he said, making you laugh a bit "I thought I was... my bad" you still giggling. "Never mind that! Why didn't you tell me you were dating?! I knew something was up between you and Hobie!" Pavitr accused you. "Sorry, we're not the type to you around yelling at everyone that we're together" you mentioned.

"I feel betrayed in a way" Pavitr added, sounding sad, but quickly changed his attitude. "I'm so happy for you, you're both made for one another!" he said happily towards you and Hobie. "Don't go running around telling everyone about us" Hobie said while trying to get the black lipstick off his lips. "Trust me, I know how to keep a secret" Pavitr said sounding a bit suspiciously.

[queenimmadolla]

listen…Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Renaissance!Spider-Woman Reader, whose secret identity is as the young polymath protege of Leonardo Da Vinci and whose nemesis is the Renaissance Vulture (in a dr drakken vs Kim possible sort of way cause those fights gotta be hella outlandish with all that hammer space between them), who was the former pupil of Leonardo—hence his and reader’s beef— and based on Michaelangelo (because that’s who he reminded me of since Michelangelo was an artist with a bad attitude who is now thought to have been autistic and hated interacting with people lol)

the watchmen (police) love Spider-Woman, but the Church (who were at this point pretty much ‘the law’ keepers) on the other hand…

Am I Dreaming and Mona Lisa got me INSPIRED

[bunnie-babe]

i’ve got hobie brown thoughts so i thought i’d share with the class.

because he carries his guitar with him literally everywhere, he has sooo many guitar picks. in the pockets of his vest, pockets on his jeans, in drawers, on tables, on floors, in other dimensions. little pieces of him pop up in the shape of guitar picks. each one a bit different.

you can find him mindlessly using a guitar pick punch on a piece of nylon during down time. or doodling a spider on each one. an ‘x’ drawn with the letters F N S M occupying the open spaces.

bonus: imagine hobie giving picks to the kids he saves. “pretty brave, kid. really wicked what you did.”

bonus x2: hobie giving the spider gang their own custom picks. like different colours, their spider insignias or inside jokes written on them. definetly don’t think about how they would turn the picks into charms on braclets or necklaces.

[hobiebrownismygod]

Thinking about a toxic/difficult relationship between Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x GN! Reader/OC

Summary: Hobie slowly starts to drift away from Reader/OC causing them to lose their marbles and fall into a state of complete dependency on him.

TW: Toxic Relationship, Dependency

A fan fiction where the Reader/OC is protective and jealous while Hobie is just...chilling. The guy literally said he doesn't like labels, I doubt he would want to put a label on a relationship either. He'd be the kind of guy who would love you to death but also would want to be free to do his own thing and not be held under the constraints of an established relationship.

Meanwhile you have a Reader/OC that is deeply in love with Hobie and completely terrified of him leaving them. They want a label for their relationship so they can be sure that he's theirs.

Hobie would never cheat, and of course he would never pursue someone else while he already has feelings for someone or is in the process of pursuing someone. But Hobie also doesn't want to be held down by these constraints that the Reader/OC wants to enforce on him. Eventually he gets kind of sick of the constant nagging, and the two slowly drift apart.

This makes the Reader/OC go completely off the rails. Their every waking moment is consumed by the fear that one day, Hobie'll be gone. One day, he'll find someone else. One day, they'll lose him. So, to try to prevent this from happening, they hold onto him even longer, snatching onto him, gripping him tightly to keep him by their side. They become completely dependent on Hobie, never letting him out of their sight, never going a minute without holding his hand, holding his arm, holding his finger, holding on to something that keeps them together. This goes on to the point where he snaps, sick of being imprisoned and not having the freedom to do what he wants. With them constantly hovering over him, he can't be alone, he can't talk to other people, he can't even sleep peacefully without the Reader/OC clutching onto him like a frightened child. To him, its not cute. Its a sign of dependency. So he tells them he loves them, he assures them of this, but he also says that he wants someone who can be independent. And they've lost their independence. Then he leaves. For good.

I want to see an angsty, detailed fan fiction where the author goes more in depth about Hobie's dislike of labels, besides the surface level fanfic of "he doesn't want an established relationship." Why doesn't he want an established relationship? Is there a specific reason? Maybe I'll write it, idk, but I feel like something along the lines of the above would be fun to read.

[yona049]

𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

Disclaimer°

> Head trauma

>Passing out

>Slight sleep paralysis

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[ I wrote this at 3am and there is a big chance there are typos, and grammer issues. - _ - Please let me know if there's anything that needs to be corrected. Enjoy~]

𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩🕸️𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

Children laughed as they ran through the kindergarten playground. Teachers sat on small chairs with colorful coffee cups in their hands.

One small boy, maybe 3 years old was swinging back and forth on the swing. His hands lifted into the air as his swing went alarmingly high. One of the teachers seem to notice. "Ethan! Careful on there!" she stood up quickly.

Ethan looks up at her, before his small body slips from the seat and he flies off the swing.

A flash of read zooms by before Ethan hit the ground. Spider Woman 2099 landed with the boy in her arms.

"Thank goodness you got here-" the teacher is cut off when Ethan is shoved into her arms.

"Hurry! Evacuate the children immediately!!" Y/n urges on.

"There's trouble heading this way!" quickly she rushes all the children back into the classrooms and hopefully to the exit.

Lyla pops up to Y/n's side. "ETA 3 minutes, he is moving really fast."

As soon as everyone is off the playground Y/n uses her webs to secure the door.

"I don't understand, where did he come from? Doc Ock died almost 70 years ago!"

A sudden tentacle slams into the ground just as Y/n manages to jump out of the way.

With the use of his tentacles he effortlessly clumps over the playground wall with his hands resting behind his back. His coat made from a black material with white glowing stripes and circles to decorate. His goggles also looked like he had white lights for eyes.

Y/n lands on the roof of the jungle gym before yelling. "Hey! Tron wants their wardrobe back!"

Once Doc Ock spots Y/n he sends another tentacle flying in Her direction only to break though the plastic of the roof.

Y/n dodged again only to grab hold of Doc ock's 3 other tentacles. She rips it out from underneath him and he almost lands flat on his face if it wasn't for his 5 other tentacles.

"Dang It!" Y/n swears under her breath.

Lyla pixels herself back into Y/n's point of view. "This isn't gonna be as easy as the others, you've never been up against someone like Doc Ock."

Gritting her teeth she sends a web into Doc's chest before sliding underneath him. Using the web to yank him down into the ground.

"So what are you? Like a fan boy? Or a Doctor Octavius under study?" she questions before her leg is grabbed and she's yanked across the playground into a classroom wall.

Doc Ock growls before smirking. "I've said it once, and I'll say it again! I am the one and ONLY Doctor Otto Octavius!"

Three more tentacles shoot toward Y/n. She reacts quickly and claws shoot from her finger tips. She swiftly slices the tentacle that grabbed onto her foot and jumps our of the way.

"He seems to be pretty set on that answer. Lyla? Any theories?"

"Well, Judging from the scan, I think he might be right. His Dna doesn't match Doc Ock's from 70 years ago, he doesn't match anyone's dna on our database for that matter."

Realizing she can't keep dodging she quickly searches for anything she could use that could land the Doc out of commission.

"Ok, this might be far fetched, but do you remember Alchemax End of Year Party 3 years ago?"

"Yeah! You wore that short red dress, Miguel couldn't stop growling at everyone even looking in your direction."

Y/n smiles at the memory before shaking her head. "Focus Lyla! That night we got talking to another Doctor about the Multiverse theory."

"I remember, Miguel had his theories but he never spent alot of time on that. You think this could be another universe Doc Ock?"

Before Y/n could answer, she's grabbed and held in the air with no hope of moving.

"Finally! Now tell me where Spiderman is before I rip you in two!" Doc growls.

Y/n yanks her one leg free bed kicking doc in the jaw. "She's right here!"

While he tries to recover she kicks the tentacle with her heel to break free but he recovers to quickly.

"You asked for it!" Y/n feels the tension as her body starts getting pulled apart. Her arms felt like they might get detached from her torso.

Just before she could let out a painful scream, the sound of a motorcycle catches her attention.

Doc Ock is suddenly rammed into finally dropping Y/n. "Lyla, What was that?"

"It's called a rescue!" a strangers voice answers instead of Lyla.

Y/n looks up at 2 other Spidermen. One with a white pink look and one who jumped straight out of a 70's magazine.

"I'm Gwen, and this is Hobie. You ok?" she introduced herself as she lifts Y/n from the ground.

Y/n looks around a little confused. "I'm fine, but a little confused? You're-"

"Spider men~" Hobie hums putting his hand on his side. "From another universe, 'course!"

"So, My theory was right! I'm guessing he's from your universe?" Y/n makes wave movements with her hands trying to Imitate Doc Ock.

Gwen snorts and waves her off. "Nope! He's just not from this one!"

Just then Hobie and Gwen twitch before jumping to the side.

"What the-" A plastic table flies straight into Y/n and knocks her back. Grumbling she sits back up.

"Shit!" she yells before the pixels dissappear to above her nose to reveal a bloody nose when Hobie helps her up once more.

"Ey, sorry 'bout that! No spider sense huh? I mean makes sense."

Gwen looks down at her watch before hitting some buttons.

"Well, their spider verses are literally right next to each other."

Y/n was just about to object when her head started spinning a little, Gwen grabs hold of her arm but she pulls it away.

With her hand on her head she mumbles a quick "I'm fine."

Hobie looks back at Jess who's been holding Doc Ock back the whole time.

"Step back, Love. We got it from here." he turns with his hands in his pockets but Y/n grabs him.

"No way! I got this."

This caused Hobie to smirk before swiftly swinging his leg under her and knocking her back on her ass once again.

"Yeep! Definitely stubborn like the that old geezer!" he shoots some webs onto Y/n's hands.

"Brb!" he swings off with Gwen.

"Hey!!" Y/n yells in frustration yanking her hands back and forth trying to break free.

Claws out but her hands were too stuck. "Damn kids, damn head!"

Finally her head drops back and her eyes roll back into her head. Out cold.

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"I swear, Mi amor! You'll be the death of me!"

Miguel laughs when Y/n smeers cream onto his nose. They were standing in the white modern kitchen, cooking utensils and ingredients scattered across the table.

"We have so much cream left, and all the Cream cake is already coated-"

Miguel interrupts Y/n when he nuzzles his nose into her neck and hugs her from behind.

"¡Dios mío! Then use the cream for the coffee, mariposa. Not to smother me." another bright smile when he rests his chin on her shoulder.

Y/n brings her head to the side of his face and pushed him closer to kiss his cheek.

"Hmmm, mari-... posa? New one. It's cute! What does it mean?"

Y/n continues mixing, feeling Miguel's voice vibrate when he talks. "Mariposa... Is a small butterfly that falls pray to the great and dominant spider."

His voice teases when his hand travels under her top. This earns him a smack with a spoon full of cream to the face!

"Ey-!"

He stumbles back a bit and smeers the cream out of his eyes. Y/n struggles to to contain her laughter until finally she starts belly laughing still holding a wooden spoon in her hand.

"¡Ahora lo pediste!" (Now you asked for it!)

Miguel teases and quickly storms toward Y/n. She reacts quickly and dodges is grabbing hug. She starts running down the hall from the kitchen still having a giggle fit.

Miguel rather unfairly, using his web to shoot from his wrist and yanks Y/n back into his arms.

Y/n presses her lips together trying to keep from laughing. "Oh no what is little Mariposa to do now?"

Miguel smirks and gives her a small kiss with a cream filled face.

Once he pulls back Y/n licks some cream off her lips and giggles again.

"Te amo, mi mariposa." (I love you, my butterfly.)

He whispers while looking at her eyes as if they had him entirely enthralled him.

"I love you too, My spider."

°°°

Y/n's head was pounding. The force she felt on her scull managed to muffle most of the sounds and voices she heard.

"She's going to be fine. But she can't stay here."

"Jess, listen. You've seen her file! She's more than suited for the Spider Society!"

"And what if Miguel sees her?"

A completely different voice quickly chips in. "Maybe it could do some good. He's gonna Botch it anyway when he finds out what universe we had to go to for the mission!"

"Just try Jess. Maybe he could use this. For the better." Gwen begs.

Jess sighs "Alright, but keep her mask on for now. It's her choice. Her Miguel wasn't so lucky either."

[daisies-daydreams]

Confession (Hobie Brown x F!Civilian!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Civilian!Reader Category: Angst/Smut Warnings: Angsty Beginning, Emotionally Vulnerable Moments, Love Confession(s), FWB to Lovers, Making Out, Hickeys/Marking, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie Word Count: 4.2k+

Summary: You come to realize that your "friend with benefits" is starting to mean much more to you. However, he's made a decision that may change the course of your relationship forever.

Song Rec: Linger (The Cranberries)

A/N: Based on an original request from @maybethatfanfictionwriter (sorry it took so long!). I hope you all enjoy! ❤️

Pt. 2

You remembered the way Hobie first looked at you with those deep pools of hickory, his gaze piercing through the thick cloud of fog and straight into your soul. You were in the front row at one of his shows, your heart racing as the two of you locked eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as he grabbed your hand tugged you forward, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he kissed your cheek.

“Why don’t you meet me backstage after the show, yeah?” he husked into your ear.  

It quickly became a routine after that: you’d show up to his shows before the two of you stowed away somewhere and fuck like rabbits for hours. Hobie was your drug of choice: the silky sound of his deep voice, the feeling of his hands wandering across your trembling form, the way his cock would perfectly rub against all the right spots inside you. 

And despite how intoxicated you felt after your encounters…he always left for a few days (or even weeks) at a time. You figured it was because he was always playing with his band, but the knot of worry inside your chest grew tighter each time he returned covered in scrapes and bruises.

"Just a little tiff, nothin' to worry about," he'd reassure you with his lopsided grin. You bit the inside of your cheek as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror.

It's been about a month since he's said that to you, a month of you looking into when his next show would be…only to find out that he stopped playing two weeks ago. You winced as you felt a slight pang inside your chest as you spit some toothpaste into your sink.

Why the hell did you care so much all of the sudden?

"It's not like he's your boyfriend," you chastise yourself. You shake your head as you rinse out your mouth. Your eyes widen when it suddenly hits you.

Oh my God…you loved him.

The realization made you nearly choke on your own spit as you gripped the side of the sink. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. How could you have not seen it sooner? It's always been just sex - two people who needed to find relief from the stress of their lives. Nothing complicated. But now...now you weren't so sure. And yet, that uncertainty made a heavy weight quickly roll off your shoulders. A feeling of relief washed over you as you sighed and steadied yourself against the sink.

"I love you," you thought as he appeared in your mind. You gasped as the words seemed to flow naturally in your mind as you thought of him. A small smile crept onto your face as you repeated it like a mantra.

"I love you, I love you, I-"

You flinched when you heard three quiet taps on your window, only to lower your shoulders when you saw a familiar silhouette linger outside. 

You hesitantly adjusted your shorts over your hips before padding over to the window. Your hands shook a little as you slowly opened your window, Hobie’s thick hair tossing side to side in the wind as he gazed down at you. 

“Evenin’,” Hobie drawled as he ducked his head and squeezed himself inside.

"H-Hi," you stammered, your heart racing as you watched him plant his feet on your bedroom floor. You walked up and laid your hands on his chest, only for him to take a step back. You furrowed your brows.

"Are you okay?" you asked him. Despite his calm expression, the man before you was tense; his shoulders raised and thumbs hooked inside his jean pockets.

"I just came by to tell you somethin'," he said in a low, hushed tone. Your heart sank a little as you brought your hands back to your side.

"What's going on?" you asked with a slightly strained voice. Hobie took a deep breath as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"(Y/N)...I don't think that we should see each other anymore," he confessed. Your whole world froze right then and there.

"What?" you breathed. Hobie swallowed thickly as his lips curved into a frown.

"I just...I've been comin' and goin' for longer periods of time, and that's just not fair to you," he began. "Even if it's just sex, I-" You shook your head as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

"Hold on," you said. Hobie paused and raised his brows as you squeezed your hands into tight fists. "I-I want-need to tell you something," you said, your mind racing a hundred miles per hour. Hobie pursed his lips as he shifted in place. You curled your fists against the bottom of your shirt as you gazed down at your feet.

"I...I love you," you muttered. Hobie hummed as he stepped forward and dipped his head down, his tall, lanky form nearly draped over yours.

"What was that?" he asked. You inhaled sharply before gazing into his eyes.

"I said I love you," you confessed with a shaky voice. Hobie's eyes widened as his breath hitched.

"You...you love me?" he mumbled in disbelief. You bit your lip and nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks. Hobie's shoulders remained tense as he gazed down at you.

"I'm sorry, I just...realized it and I don't know what to do," you sniffed. He remained glued to the same spot as you fell apart in front of him, his gaze unrelentingly boring holes into your soul.

"Don't be sorry. It's...It's okay," he tried to calmly reassure you. You couldn't even look him in the eye as he took a step forward. You sniffed as he gently cupped your chin and tilted your head up. Hobie parted his plump lips as he gazed into your red, puffy eyes.

"(Y/N)...please understand. Me leavin’ is for the best for the both of us," he said as he brushed a tear from your cheek. Your throat tightened as you clenched your jaw.

"So you never loved me?" you asked. His eyes widened as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"No! No, it’s not that. It’s just-" he paused and sighed heavily. "I don't want to hurt you," Hobie confessed as a lump swelled in his throat. You tilted your head as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Hobie, you're the kindest person I know. What do you mean you don't want to hurt me?" you asked gently as you slowly slid your hands onto his shoulders. The tall man before you swallowed thickly as his eyes became glossy, his lanky form trembling ever so slightly beneath your gentle touch.

"I'm sorry," he breathed as he started to take a step back. You shook your head as you caught his hand.

"What are you so afraid of, Hobie Brown?" you asked, your tone much sharper than you intended. Hobie quickly turned his head, his nostrils flared as he gritted his teeth.

"I can't lose you, too!" he suddenly raised his voice. You flinched and stepped back, your hand slipping away from his. Hobie's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to shout," he quickly apologized. You stared down at the ground as a heavy silence lingered between the two of you. "(Y/N), everyone who’s ever been close to me ends up gettin' hurt, or broken beyond repair, or..." he trailed off before giving another heavy sigh. "I can’t lose you, too," he choked. Your heart felt like a lead ball that sank into the pit of your stomach. "I can't. I just can't," Hobie muttered as he swallowed thickly.

His breath hitched as you pulled him into a tight embrace, wrapping your arms around his lean body as you kept him close. You nuzzled your face against his chest as you heard him hiccup quietly.

"I'm not going anywhere, Hobie Brown," you promised him. You felt his large hands rest on your hips as you pulled back. Your heart ached at the broken expression written over his face - one that's usually calm and collected now falling apart at the seams.

"Please, don't make this harder than it has to be," he choked. Your bottom lip poked out a little as you tried to remain steady against him.

"I love you, Hobie, and nothing's ever going to change that. Not your past, not now and definitely not the uncertainty of the future," you tried to reassure him. You brushed your thumbs over his sharp cheeks as you gave him a warm smile. "I don't know what's gonna happen next, but what I do know is that whatever it is...I just want to be with you when it happens,” you grinned. Hobie suddenly began to tremble as he broke down, tears flooding down his face as he grabbed your waist. You cooed and rubbed up and down his back as he wept, staining your shoulder with his hot, heavy tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he sobbed. You rocked him gently in your arms as he shuddered.

"It's okay, just let it out," you reassured him as you caressed his back. Hobie sniffed and shivered against you for what felt like hours before he finally pulled back. His cheeks were soaked with the remnants of his tears and his lips parted as he caught his breath. "How do you feel?" you asked cautiously. Hobie gave a tired smile and softly kissed the top of your head.

"Better," he replied in a husky voice. You sighed with relief and nodded as you held his hand. "You know I also..." he bit down on his bottom lip as he searched for the right words to say. You patiently smiled up at him before he sighed. "I love you, too," Hobie confessed with a subtle whisper. “As cheeky as it sounds, I felt it the moment our eyes met durin’ my show,” he murmured. Your heart nearly burst inside your chest as you gasped.

"Really?" you breathed. Hobie nodded as he sniffed again.

"Really,” he smiled and sighed. “And seein' you here, decidin' to stay by my side despite what I've told you, just made me fall even harder for you," he grins ear to ear. You smile widely and squeal as you squeeze him even tighter. He grunts at your tight embrace before you gasp and pull back.

"Sorry," you giggled.

"It's alright," he chuckled. The two of you paused for a moment.

"So...what happens now?" you asked while biting your lip. You saw that familiar flicker spark in Hobie's eye as he smoothed his hands over your waist.

"I have a few ideas," he murmured as he kneaded the flesh of your hips. You gasped softly as he pressed his hips against yours, the feeling of his cock hardening beneath his ripped jeans making your walls flutter. "But the one that sticks out to me the most right now is makin’ sure you feel loved and taken care of," Hobie groaned as he dug his fingers into your waist. A small moan left your lips as he gently rocked his hips forward.

“That sound good, sweetheart?” he murmured.

"Yes," you keened as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Hobie smiled as he slid his hands further down and cupped your supple ass.

"Let’s get to the bed, then," he winked while stroking his finger against your jaw. You nodded quickly before scrambling towards your bed. Hobie's boots thudded against your carpet as he kicked them off before pulling down his pants and boxers. Your mouth watered when you saw his long, veiny cock slap against his wild happy trail. His leaking tip smeared a thick bead of precum against his taut lower stomach as he raised his shirt above his head.

"Miss me?" he murmured with a raised brow.

"Mhm," you hummed eagerly. Hobie chuckled as he strolled towards your bed, the frame creaking as he climbed onto the mattress.

“Been missin’ you while I was gone, too,” he murmured lowly as he brushed his calloused thumb over your bottom lip. You swallowed thickly as the corners of his mouth curved into a small grin. “How pretty your voice sounds,” Hobie purred before gently kissing your lips, his other hand resting on your hip. You mewled softly as he led you to the bed, his cock already straining against his dark, ripped jeans. “How you’re gorgeous your eyes are,” Hobie grunted before swiping his warm tongue along your bottom lip. 

You parted your lips before he sank his wet muscle inside your mouth. You moaned and gripped his shoulders as your tongues danced in a heated, passionate embrace. Your pussy began to ache for his touch as those doubtful thoughts quickly began to fade away. You panted when Hobie pulled his head back, his lips slightly glossy with your combined spit. 

“But you know what I also missed?” Hobie lilted. 

“What?” you whispered as you threaded your fingers between his dark, puffy wicks. Hobie smirked before he pressed his mouth against yours, letting his lips linger before he kissed along your jaw. 

“I missed how fuckin’ good your sweet pussy tastes,” he husked. You moaned and gripped his hair as he nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“Fuck me,” you whined as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties. Hobie smirked against your burning skin as he trailed his lips down your cheek. 

“You want that, sweet girl? Want me to fuck you ‘til your legs are shakin’?” he teased. You nodded and tensed as he puckered his lips over your neck, drawing a fresh, dark hickey against your skin. “C’mon love -I need hear you,” Hobie murmured. You slid your hands down to his neck as you took a deep breath. 

“Please Hobie, please fuck me,” you moaned. 

“Mmm good girl,” Hobie purred before suckling over your pulse again. Your toes curled as he pulled your panties down your thighs, his crotch just barely grazing over your exposed, dripping cunt. Your core pulsed with pleasure as he made a trail of hickeys down your neck and over your collar bone, each kiss lingering much longer than the last. You shivered as he rolled your shirt up, your hard nipples rubbing against his chest as he lazily tossed it aside. 

“God, look at you,” Hobie sucked in a sharp breath as he drank in your naked form. The tips of your ears burned as his gaze lingered on your puffy folds. He licked his lips as he laid his hands on either side of your hips, his ragged breaths making your head spin. 

“Please, Hobie…I need to feel you,” you mewled as you played with his dark wicks. The man above you gave you a lopsided grin before dipping his head between your breasts. 

“I’ve got you, doll,” he murmured, his voice dripping with a sweetness you’ve never heard before. Your breath hitched as he planted wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach. He paused as he hovered above your mound, his hot breath fanning over your slick sex. Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes flicked up to meet yours while he gently spread your legs apart. 

You shivered as the cool air brushed over your wet folds, the sensation making your walls flutter with anticipation. Hobie smacked his lips as he shifted his gaze back down, his chocolate brown eyes mesmerized by the arousal pooling along your slit. 

“Look so pretty when you’re all wet f’me like this,” he groaned as he gently spread your pussy lips apart with his thick fingers. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as he gazed up at you with half-lidded eyes. You moaned and gripped his dark hair as Hobie flattened his tongue and licked a bold stripe up your juicy slit. 

“God,” you choked as he painted long, sloppy strokes along your needy cunt. Your legs shook as Hobie groaned against your plush sex, his voice deliciously reverberating against your sensitive, puffy clit. 

“Pussy tastes so good, baby,” Hobie grunted before pressing a wet kiss to your bundle of nerves. Your breath hitched as he pressed his chin against your entrance, smearing your warm juices all over his lower face. You threw your head back as Hobie tenderly massaged your dripping sex with his wet muscle, each stroke making your jaw clench and toes curl. 

Your eyes widened when you heard him unzip his pants and snake one of his hands down. 

“Oh my God,” you breathed as he started to stroke himself in time with licking along your dripping slit. You gasped as he slipped the tip of his tongue past the tight seam of your entrance. Your legs trembled as Hobie wiggled his warm muscle in and out of your puckering hole, his breath hitching as he squeezed the base of his long, veiny dick. 

“Fuck, I need you,” Hobie panted. You whined as he shuffled back and kicked his pants off. Your mouth watered as the man before you practically tore his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. Hobie groaned as he continued to pump his length while guiding his leaking tip to your slick folds. “Eyes up here, love,” he beckoned as he gently caressed your knee. You bit your lip and slowly trailed your gaze from his wild happy trail to his soft, half-lidded eyes. 

“Atta girl,” Hobie praised as he smeared your arousal with your bulbous tip. You arched your back as you squeezed his shoulders, your core pulsing and yearning for the delicious drag of his shaft. 

“Hobie, please,” you whined and bucked your hips forward. He chuckled as he rested a hand on the plush of your waist, his fingertips gliding over your curves in a way that made you shiver. 

“I'm here, (Y/N),” he purred as he adjusted his hips. Your jaw went slack as Hobie pushed his cock inside, the thick, swollen head of his cock splitting your hole wide open. You choked and dug your nails into his taut shoulders as he inched his cock inside you. 

“Hobie,” you moaned and ducked your head against his shoulder as you felt every ridge and vein of his dick caress your slick, soft walls. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl,” Hobie grunted as your wet pussy fluttered around his length. Tears of pleasure pricked at the corner of your eyes as you felt the mind-numbing fullness overwhelm your senses. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out with a slick squelch. 

“Fuck,” your voice cracked as your thighs trembled. Hobie sighed and gently pecked your lips before he pulled his hips back. You keened as he sank his cock back inside you, his shaft slowly caressing your soft, sensitive walls. 

“Wanna make sure you feel so good tonight,” Hobie grunted as he slowly thrusted into your slick hole. 

“Hobie,” you cooed as you blinked away the tears that lined your eyes. He smiled and cupped your cheek as he rested his forehead against yours. 

You squealed as he gently thrusted his hips forward, driving the tip of his cock to kiss your gummy cervix. 

“Oh God,” you panted as he slowly thrusted into your weeping sex. Hobie groaned as he kneaded the flesh of your hips, his cock throbbing inside your snug pussy. Your bed gently creaked as he rolled his hips, his balls softly slapping against your puffy lower lips. 

“You feel me there, baby?” Hobie rumbled as he pressed his hand against your lower belly. You nearly choked on the lump in your throat as you felt the pressure grow between his palm and the steady drag of his cock. 

“Yes,” you sobbed as you gripped his sharp shoulders. You moaned and threw your head back as Hobie pressed a wet kiss to your throat as he moved his hips a little faster. Your toes curled when his round tip massaged your sensitive g-spot, your pussy soaking his long shaft with your juices. 

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Hobie moaned, his hot breath fanning over the wet spot on your neck. 

“Fuck Hobie,” you keened as your walls pulsed around his throbbing dick. Shit, you were about to cum already? Your jaw went slack when he snaked one of his hands down your stomach and pressed his thumb against your clit. 

“Where’d you go, lovie?” Hobie mused with a wry grin. You moaned as he began to rub slow, messy circles around your bundle of nerves. 

“Dunno,” was all you could muster, your mind becoming more and more lost in a thick haze of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back as he pistoned his cock into your tight canal, drawing a loud moan from your parted lips. 

“Please,” you sobbed as he slammed his hips against yours, the wet sound of your sexes colliding making your head spin uncontrollably. A deep rumble rose from his throat as he grabbed your hips and slammed himself all the way inside your warm cunt. You cried out as he pumped his cock in and out of you at a feral pace. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie sucked in a sharp breath as your pussy squeezed his length in a vice grip. 

“Mmm yes, yes, yes yes!” you chanted as you felt the muscles in your core start to tighten. You gazed into each other’s eyes as he held your hand in his. 

“Come on, sweet girl - make a mess on my cock,” Hobie groaned. Your body jolted as your pussy clamped down on his shaft, a sea of white flooding your vision. 

“Hobie!” you moaned loudly as your walls pulsed and gushed around his dick. 

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Hobie purred as he kissed the tears of pleasure that rolled down your burning cheeks. You babbled and thrashed beneath him as your body was overwhelmed with wave after wave of bliss. 

“Yes,” you panted as your pussy deliciously contracted, sending pulses of pleasure from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. Hobie’s thrusts began to falter as you slowly drifted back down from your high, your mind still fuzzy with a mind-numbing euphoria. His groans were growing more high-pitched and breathy, his brows scrunched together in deep concentration. 

“I love you, I love you so fucking much,” Hobie grunted before stealing another kiss from you. You moaned against his lips as the bed squealed beneath his feral thrusts. Your nipples rubbed against his chest as he bit on your bottom lip, his heavy balls slapping against your asshole. 

“Love you, too,” you hiccuped as you felt your second orgasm suddenly approach. 

“Where do you want me?” Hobie groaned in a strained voice. 

“I-Inside!” you gasped as you balanced on the edge of your release. Hobie sped up his movements around your clit as he squeezed your hand. You breathed his name a few times before your hips snapped against his. 

“Fuck, (Y/N),” Hobie moaned as his cock twitched inside your slick cunt, filling your canal with ropes of his thick, potent cum. You sobbed and arched your back as you came a second time, your pussy slathering his shaft with your juices as you bucked your hips forward. 

“Mmm, Hobie,” you sighed shakily as you gripped his hand in yours. Hobie tensed above you as he filled you to the brim with his seed. Pearly white beads slipped past the stuffed seam of your entrance as your body glowed with bliss, your pussy still fluttering around his girth. 

The two of you panted wildly as you caught your breath, your eyes half-lidded and glossy lips parted. 

“That was…incredible,” you breathed. Hobie chuckled as he leaned down and pecked your forehead. 

“You were incredible,” he grinned ear to ear. Your cheeks warmed even more as he kissed up and down your face. 

You whimpered quietly as he slowly slid out of your dripping cunt with a loud “pop”. Hobie cooed as you shivered beneath him, your body still overwhelmed with pleasure. 

“You doin’ alright?” he asked as he cupped your cheek. You slowly nodded as you felt his warm palm press against your face. 

“Yeah…just catching my breath,” you said with an exhausted grin. Hobie chuckled as he pecked your forehead. 

“Wanna just lie here then?” he murmured. 

“Yes, please,” you sighed and slowly closed your eyes. Hobie soon slid onto his side before pulling you against him, your back flush with his front. The inside of your thighs were slick with your combined cum, though you paid no mind as Hobie wrapped his lanky arms around you. You smiled as he kissed the back of your head, his lips wandering all the way down to your neck. 

“(Y/N)?” Hobie murmured. You hummed in reply as you wove your fingers between his. “Thank you, for not givin’ up on me,” he whispered. You squeezed his hand before slowly turning towards him.

“You’re welcome, Hobie,” you murmured softly before pressing a warm kiss to his lips. The two of you soon drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, your heart glowing brighter than ever before.

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