#just mischievous spiderman reader

[imababblekat]

Okay, so, picture this!

The Bay Turtles having constant theories about who Spider-Man reader is under the mask, but none of them have not a single clue that it’s actually their friend. Reason? Because they have the agility of a rock and the pose of a gremlin that woke up from a thousand year hibernation.

[spidernerdsblog]

flexible

A/N : another blurb inspired by a prank video. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you prank your boyfriend by putting him in the positions he puts you in during sex.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : mature content

You were hanging out at Peter’s dorm room, sitting on the couch and scrolling through your social media accounts.

“Hey whatcha doing?” Peter asks, walking into the living room. You look up from your phone.

“Nothing, just watching this tiktok on some special yoga poses. Apparently only women can do these very easily.” It was a lie in the video the girlfriend was pranking her boyfriend by putting him in the positions he puts her in during sex.

“That’s rubbish, it just depends on your body’s flexibility.” Peter says.

“You think you’re flexible enough to do these?” a mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you raise an eyebrow baiting him.

“Babe look who you’re talking to. I’m spiderman, I'm flexible AF.” He states placing his hands on his hips with an air of confidence

Oh this is gonna be fun you thought, putting away your phone and standing up from the couch. “Ok let’s see how flexible you are.”

“Yeah, let's do it!” He says excitedly pumping his fist in the air. 

“For the first pose you need to lie down on your back.” You instruct as Peter goes to lie down on the floor. 

“Now bring your legs up” you tell him and he follows by lifting his legs up. “Yeah, just like that. Now spread them wide all the way”

“Like this?” He spreads his legs wide. 

“Yeah and then grab the back of your thighs and pull up.” Holding by the thighs Peter pulls his legs up to his chest and you bite your lip to hide a smile.

“Do you feel it?” You ask.

“Kinda.” He replies.

God he’s so innocent you thought laughing silently to yourself deciding to carry on with the next position.

“For the next pose, turn on your side and bend your knees.” Peter follows your directions and turns on his left side. “Now lift the top leg up.” 

He lifts his right leg up as you hum in approval. “Yeah, as high as you can.” 

“Ooh I can feel this!” He tells and you purse your lips to keep the giggle from slipping out of you.

“Good now stand up.”

“This one is a bit rough, it's called the bunny hop. So you gotta squat down to your feet.” You explain as he squats down.

“Yeah great, now jump up and down.” Peter starts to hop on his feet. “No, no your feet should be on the ground just move your hips” he does as told and you swear to god watching him do that sent you on the verge of losing all control and laughing out like a maniac.

You quickly schooled your features and said. “Ok so for the last one get on the couch on your knees. Grab on the backrest.”

Peter gets on the couch kneeling and holds onto the backrest as you lift his left leg.

“Now lift this leg up and stick your ass out.” Just then Harry decides to stroll into the living room.

“Looking great Parker.” He opens the refrigerator to grab a beer bottle. “You guys taking a trip to the wild side? Should have asked me would’ve been happy to help.” He says while opening the bottle. Understanding finally dawned upon Peter as he jumped out of the couch with a mortified expression and you burst out laughing.

“Oh my god Y/N! You’re such an evil.” He cried out as he thought of all the sex positions you made him do. 

“You don’t have a problem when you put me in those positions.” You tease both of your faces red yours from laughing too hard, his from embarrassment as he stomped back to his room.

“Always wanted to peg that ass.” Harry says, eyes focused at the open door of Peter’s room. 

“Shut up Harry!” Peter yells from his room. Chuckling Harry takes a sip of his beer and saunters off to stand beside you, handing you another bottle.

“Pussy.” He mumbles and turns to you with a sultry look. “The offer still stands, you know. Just like I said before you’re welcome to watch…” he eyes you up and down. “Or join.”

Your lips curl into a smirk as you regard him with narrowed eyes. There have been quite a few times where Harry had openly admitted he’s attracted to both of you suggesting you guys should try doing threesome. “I’ll give it a thought.” You say clinking your bottle to his and take a sip.

[aurorawhisperz]

little romance documentary

contains: swearing, fluff, use of y/n and a whole lot of dumb things.

tom!peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: the long-awaited rory comeback! and i’m in my spiderman phase so..the ethan landry stuff will have to wait.

summary: (based off the video diary scene in homecoming) a compilation of all things you’ve done with peter :3

“What are you doing?” You poke at the camera, causing it to shake a little bit. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to show that to the rest of the world.”

Peter shakes his head, “What? No, it’s a little behind-the-scenes thing. Video diary, documentary..” He tries to find the right word.

This is probably why you thought your father hiring someone your age was a bad idea.

“Right, who are you gonna show it to?” And all you can do is stare into the camera while he keeps on recording whatever’s happening in the fancy car.

“Oh, it’s just for me. For memories!” Peter moves the camera away from your view and makes it look like he’s in the spotlight instead.

You’re quite overwhelmed, so you give him a smile in return. “You can do a little introduction.. if you want.” He says with a grin as he makes the camera face you.

“Okay,” You clear your throat, fixing the way you looked. “I’m Y/N Stark, we are going to Germany, currently being driven by my trusty servant, Happy Hogan!”

Happy quickly interrupts the process, “And I’m not too happy with how you have the nerve to call me your trusty servant.” You roll your eyes at his words. “Whatever.”

“And I’m here with uh..Spiderboy!” You continue after a short while, Peter laughs, turning the camera back to himself before correcting the name, “It’s Spiderman, actually..”

The car speeds along the road, and everything felt okay. You were staring into the sun, enjoying and relaxing, Peter was recording you as you were doing so. Admiring how he was able to work with a really cool person..and his daughter.

Reporters and even influencers were calling you a privileged pretty girl, but he didn’t believe those people at all.

You look back at Peter, who’s quick to move the camera in Happy’s direction. You knew what he was doing and all you hoped for was that he didn’t capture a bad angle.

“Okay, okay, let's do this properly,” you say, taking the camera from Peter. “I'm Y/N Stark, the brains and beauty behind this operation. And this,” you turn the camera to Peter, “is Spiderman, our main character and friendly neighborhood hero in Queens.”

Peter gives a mock salute to the camera. “I’m here to save the day or, at the very least, make some pretty cool memories.”

Happy shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he focuses on the road ahead. “Just don't get yourselves into too much trouble, kids.”

“Trouble? Us? Neverrrr~” you say with a smirk.

This was also the start of a great friendship.

-

The camera flicks on and Peter’s face fills the screen as he grins mischievously. “Alright, we’re going to pull the ultimate prank on Happy. Wish us luck.” He whispers into the lens.

You appear next to him, just as excited, holding a box. “We’ve been planning this for a while. This is going to be EPIC.” You whisper.

The two of you sneak through the hallway of the lavish suite, making sure you aren’t attracting any attention. Happy was inside his room, absorbed by a movie, completely unaware of what’s happening as usual.

“Ready?” you ask Peter, who nods to the camera.

You press a button on a small remote, activating the surprise. Suddenly, the speakers hidden around the room begin to play the song “WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?”

Happy’s movie is long gone when it’s replaced by a compilation of embarrassing moments such as Happy looking into the fridge at three in the morning, him slipping on the floor, Happy trying (and utterly failing) to dance and getting scared by jumpscares.

He looks up, startled at first. “What the hell..?”

And that was your cue.

You and Peter burst into the room, laughing hysterically. “GOTCHA!” You shout, holding up the camera to capture his reaction. Happy was trying to suppress such levels of anger behind his crossed arms. “Really, kid? You’re involving the boss’s daughter OR SHOULD I SAY THE DEVIL’S OFFSPRING in your shenanigans?”

You both grin sheepishly. “Happy, relax..it was all her idea. I was just the accomplice, I was cool.” Happy shakes his head in disgust. “You’re lucky I have a sense of humor.” He says, holding up a finger as he walks to the bathroom. “THIS MEANS WAR!” Happy yells out.

“Bring it on, grandpa.” You tease. “You’ll never top this.” You and Peter high-five. “Think we need to wrap this up before he gets any other ideas..” Peter scratches his head as you turn the camera back to yourself.

Peter put on a cowboy-ish accent, “Until next time, folks. We are now signing off.” He tips his invisible hat, still grinning.

-

You’re on a plush couch next to the famous Tony Stark, sitting across from Peter who has the camera in his hand.

“Hey, nonexistent audience, welcome back to our comedy club! We’re here with Mr. Stark since this is a special episode.” Peter leans over at the camera, making him look like he’s upside down.

He pans the camera to you and Tony. Your father looked slightly bewildered and you were enjoying the spotlight.

“Thank you so much for joining us, Mr. Stark.” Peter settles down in front of the two of you. “First off, Y/N—how does it feel to be the daughter of Iron Man? Is it all..uh, glitz and glamour?”

You laugh, glancing at your dad. “It has its pros and cons. I still wanna sue that reporter for calling me a bitch.” Peter laughs at your words and focuses the camera on you as you go on and on about trying out the latest tech before it even reaches the world.

Tony raises an eyebrow at Peter and then looks back at you while you ramble about being a Stark.

“That’s a bit odd,” He places a hand on his chin, probably showing off his goatee. “My daughter likes to do solo projects, so it’s odd seeing you two of all people working together for this..video diary but if you’re out of trouble and it keeps Y/N happy, who am I to complain, right?”

You smirk, “At least Dad’s on board.”

Peter smiles, moving on to the next question. “Y/N, what’s one thing people would be surprised to know about Mr. Stark as a dad?”

You think for a moment, then grin. “He’s actually a big softie. He pretends to be all tough and serious, but he’s the first to offer a hug when you need one. And he makes the best pancakes.”

Tony chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re ruining my tough guy image, kid.”

Peter chuckles but doesn’t remove the camera’s focus from you. “And Mr. Stark, what’s one piece of advice you’d give to Y/N as she navigates her way through life?”

Tony’s expression turns sincere, his tone softening. “Always be true to yourself, buttercup. It’s easy to get caught up in what people expect of you, but at the end of the day, it’s your own integrity and heart that matter the most. And remember, you’re stronger than you think.”

You smile, touched by your dad’s words. “Thanks, Dad.”

Peter glances at his notepad, then back at the two of you. “Alright, final question. Y/N, what’s next for you? Any exciting projects or plans?”

Tony raises an eyebrow, he definitely caught on Peter’s not-so-secret intentions by now. “Well, I’ve got a few ideas in the works,” you say, smiling at the camera. “But you’ll have to stay tuned to find out. Can’t give away all my secrets now, can I?”

Tony leans back. “You know, Peter, you seem very interested in Buttercup’s plans. Any particular reason for that?”

Peter stammers slightly, his cheeks turning a bit red. “Oh, I just think she has some really cool ideas, Mr. Stark.“

You laugh, leaning towards the camera. “And you can bet we’ll be documenting every step of the way in our video diary.”

Peter grins, wrapping up. “Well, that’s it for today’s episode. Big thanks to Tony Stark for joining us. Until next time, keep watching for more adventures.”

As the recording ends, Tony shakes his head, smiling at the two of you. “You know, this might actually be a good thing. Just don’t let it go to your heads.”

You leave the room and the first thing Tony does is head over to Peter. “I’m not the kind of father to tell boys to stay away from their skanky little daughters but..don’t lay your..spider hands, spider legs, eight legs, whatever spiders have on my daughter.”

-

Peter sits on the edge of his bed in his hotel room, bouncing slightly with excitement despite the cuts and bruises covering his face. The adrenaline from the fight still runs through his veins. He can't help but giggle as he replays the battle in his mind.

There's a knock on the door, and before he can respond, you step inside. “Peter? You in here?”

“Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened, I met Captain America and I took his shield and I was like..” Peter puts on a deep voice as he runs his mouth even faster, “Hey, what’s up, everybody? I’m Spiderman from Queens and—”

“Okay, okay, you’re talking too fast.” You stop him but you can’t help but laugh at how enthusiastic he is about everything. “You probably looked impressive out there, Spider-boy, but are you okay? I mean-”

Peter’s grin widens and he interrupts, “I’m more than okay! IT WAS INSANE! I was out there with Iron Man, Black Widow, Captain America, Hawkeye and a bunch of new guys and I..” He stops when he sees how genuinely worried you are. “But yeah, I’m fine..really. Just a scratch.”

You can’t help but smile. “Alright, let’s see those ‘few bruises’ then,” you say, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to you.

This was the moment where you realized you were falling in love with him.

Peter sits beside you, still bubbling with excitement. “Okay, so there was this one moment where I webbed Cap’s shield and—”

“Wait, you webbed Captain America’s shield?”your eyes were wide. “Yeah!” His face lit up. “And then he’s like, ‘You got heart, kid,’ and I’m thinking, ‘Did Captain America just compliment me?’”

You laugh, shaking your head. “That’s incredible, Peter. But seriously, are you sure you’re okay?”

Peter nods, his expression softening a bit. “Sore, but good. It was just... so surreal. I’ve never been in anything like that before.”

You reach out and gently touch one of the bruises on his cheek. “I’m glad you’re okay. You did great today, Peter. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too.”

“I will, I PROMISE.” He gives you a little pinky promise, both of you linking your small fingers together. His excitement gave way to a more relaxed, contented smile.

As Peter finished talking about everything that happened at the airport in detail, you lean in and press a gentle kiss on his roughed-up cheek. “Goodnight, Pete.”

Peter’s eyes widened in surprise, nearly all of his blood rushing to his face. “Aww, thanks.” A blush creeped up his face.

As you stand to leave, Peter's gaze shifts to the table where the camera is.

His cheeks flush even deeper as he realizes the camera caught your goodnight kiss. He quickly reaches over to turn it off, Peter can't help but smile as he replays the moment over in his mind until he drifts off into sleep.

This was also the moment he realized he was falling in love with you too.

-

The two of you sat side by side on Peter’s bed, watching the footage from his laptop.

Suddenly, the scene transitions to the part where you kissed Peter goodnight. Peter shifts next to you, scratching the back of his head. “Um, so..that was uh, unexpected!”

You nod as well, “Totally unexpected.”

Peter clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but straight into your soul. “I mean, not that it wasn't nice! It was... really nice. But, um, I just didn't expect it.”

You chew on your lip, trying to find the right words. “Right, yeah. I mean, it's not like I planned it or anything. It just... happened.”

There's a long pause when the awkwardness decides to stay forever. Finally, Peter breaks the silence. "I... I have to tell you something. Ever since we started this video diary, I kinda..uh, liked you. Not like a ‘you’re cool’ like but yeah! I..like-like you. More than just a general..likeness.”

You were caught off guard. “Oh, wow, that’s um, even more unexpected.”

Peter winces, his cheek turning as red as his suit. “Yeah, I know, it’s kind of out of the blue..sorry. I didn’t wanna make things weird because I work for your dad of all people.”

“No, it’s not weird..uh.” You shake your head, trying to find the right words to say. “I don’t feel the same way but uh-“

Peter’s eyes widen, “Oh, that’s alright, I mean, I wasn’t forcing you to like me back but—”

“NO! NO! NO!” You sit up and look down at Peter, “I do feel the same way, I uh..like-like you too but it feels like I care a lot more than you do..like I like you a lot more than you like me. Shit like that..”

“Really?” He breathes out, “You do?”

You nod, fixing Peter’s messed-up hair. “Yeah, I do.”

Before either of you can say anything else, Peter gets up, places the laptop on the other side and leans in hesitantly, his lips mere inches from yours. He looks at you, and all you can do in the intensity of the moment is nod. Peter closes the gap and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

He grabs you by the waist and has you straddling him as you try to deepen the kiss. Peter, considering your father, probably thought you had some experience but you didn’t. You, on the other hand, were thankful for the playboy genes kicking in so this wouldn’t turn out horrible.

It's awkward, clumsy, and completely perfect in its imperfection, just like how any other first kiss two people have should be.

You both pull away, breathless and wide-eyed.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door breaks the moment, causing you both to jump apart in surprise. Aunt May's voice calls out from the other side, oblivious to the lovey-dovey moment within.

“Peter, dinner's ready!”

You share a sheepish smile, Peter realizes he’s not alone in his embarrassment. “Guess we'll continue this later,” you say, your cheeks still flushed.

“She makes terrible meatloaf, I just wanted to tell you.” He says as you get off his lap.

You look at the laptop next to Peter and laugh at the sight of Peter blushing and gushing like a fool after you kissed him that night. “I think we turned your video diary into a little romance documentary instead.”

“At least I’ll have something to show people when they ask how we met.” Peter shrugs and closes the laptop.

“You still can’t show that to anyone else, man..” You groan as you stand up, grabbing Peter’s hand to help him up.

[httpsobi]

YOU...YOU CAN DO THAT? “a spider-reader x team"

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, they/them (gender neutral) reader addressed as spider cause if you can't tell i'm very creative, inspired by miles morales spiderman cause hes my fav, no beta we die like aunts and uncles in spiderman movies/comics, canon-typical violence (not heavily detailed).

A/N + to the anon who requested this nearly a year ago, i'm so sorry pookie the writer block put me in a author coma of sorts. despite this being a year late and trash, i hope you enjoy regardless, and i'm hoping to get more active with my writing again! enjoyyyyyy!

REQUEST + "Oops here I am again (the same anon who requested a reader with spider like abilities).. I forgot to specify 😭 but like maybe could you do idk a first meeting between the YJ and the reader (they/them btw)? Would they be creeped out with the readers' abilities or would it go like 'oh wooooow. Show us how it works!'?"

KF & AQ "Kid!" Kid Flash turns to Spider as he sprints across the buildings adjacent to them. They struggle to match his pace, but as he slows to stick his landing, they manage to catch up and yell at a simple instruction that nearly has him freezing in his tracks out of horror.

"Jump!"

"What?" They flinch at the loud screech that pierces through their earpiece. "No way- are you crazy?!"

"Just-"

Their eyes widen as they watch the monster they've been trying to lead away from the populated city centre leaps into the air behind him.

"-do it!"

Kid Flash hesitates for a moment, they can see it on his face, ready to ignore their request when the creature lets out a rumbling roar.

The ground shakes under his feet as the monstrous thing lands on the building behind him and his face drops into a comical expression.

He spares it a glance over his shoulder, and with its claws reaching out from him, he takes the leap, narrowly avoiding the sharp nails, but as he flails around in the air, weightless, he wonders-

does he really prefer concrete over nails?

He shuts his eyes, readying himself from an impact that- never comes. Rather, there's something sticking to his stomach before he's being yanked to the side, and then- up.

Instead of the smack of concrete, he hits a person, their arms wrapped around him as they roll both of them through the force.

Kid Flash, finally, shoots up and opens his eyes.

Spider and Kid Flash are sat on their asses with matching shellshocked looks, staring down at the building across of them, where that beast shares a similarly confused look as it watches the street below them.

The two turn to blink at each other, shuffling to their feet as they let out joyous cheers that sound almost like screams (poor Kaldur's ears can testify), arms wrapped around each other as they jump with like two middle aged men who's football team just scored the final point.

"Dude, we did that!"

"Right?! I thought I was gonna fall to my death but then you just-!"

"I didn't even know how I did that! It was sheer animal instinct-"

Needless to say, Kaldur was less than happy, and no more "jumping-off-the-building-and-praying" was permitted or attempted. 

Not around Kaldur anyway.

ART & SUP Superboy fails to punch through it, the cage simply folding and stretching around his fist before it pushes him, his shoulder bumping into Artemis'.

"Are we stuck in here until Robin gets back?" Artemis asks with a irritated sigh, turning to look at Spider.

They seem mystified, a mischievous glint in their eyes that she can make out through the big cartoonish eyes of the mask as they take in the strange cage.

Their hands press against the cage, palm flat as they give it a little experimental shove before she can make out their eyebrows rising.

Their palms start to spark, and the red hue of the cage begins to light up a pale blue, "Nope."

The crackles of electricity grow louder and Artemis and Superboy step back just as an awful cracking sounds and-

The cage bursts around them, Spider's sent flying back into Artemis, who's then sent back into Superboy and the three hit the floor with matching grunts.

There's a moment of silence, before Artemis is shoving Spider off of her and rolling off of Superboy herself. As the three sit themselves up slowly, Artemis can make out Spider nodding to themselves with what she thinks is pride.

"I didn't know you could do that." Superboy comments plainly as the three slowly get back to their feet.

Blinking at him, Spider wiggles their fingers at him with a smile.

"Me neither."

MG & ROB With a grunt, Robin sits up with a grimace, hand on his head as his eyes readjusts when he manages to make out Bane stood just in his eye-line.

Bane isn't looking at him though, instead the man's eyes are trained on Miss Martian floating in the air, hands outstretched out in front of her.

She's clearly too busy managing her telekinesis to notice the hulking man anger as he grabs onto one of the many large pieces of machinery lying around the abandoned factory and prepares to ambush her. 

Miss Martian, watch out!

Robin's voice rings out in her head, and M'gann whips around, eyes landing on Bane.

Before either of them can react, something is suddenly flying through the air and with a loud thwack- Bane is lying on the floor, looking a lot less angry and unconscious. Now up on his feet, Robin slowly approaches Bane, M'gann landing on his side as the pair blink down at whatever hit him.

Upon inspection, it's the barrel tank that those cement trucks carry. Empty, sure, but Robin's not surprised that guy was put to bed.

What's more surprising?

"Woooo, my aim's getting good, no?" Spider grins, bouncing on their feet as they approach the two.

"You... you threw that?" Miss Martian asks carefully.

"Duh, who else?"

"Oh. Well, thank you." She offers, a little dumbfounded but Spider doesn't seem to notice.

"How?" Spider blinks at Robin, who's been silently gawking at them as they approach.

"What do you mean, 'how'? I just threw it. "

Robin sputters at them, left eye twitching under his mask as he watches them stretch their arms out over their head with no care in the world.

"That's not- that's impossible?"

"Nuh, uh! Just grab, do a couple spins to get some speed and let go- works pretty well."

"I don't believe you."

"Why not?! I'm plenty strong!"

Safe to say that Robin made them perform a couple of strength tests when they got back to the cave, and now Robin's worried Spider might not be aware of the fact that most people can't just throw around cement trucks.

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[aventurineswife]

Prompt No. 31 with Aven, Ratio and Sunday plz 👀

(If u have time of course)

The iconic “Spiderman Kiss”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship, Playful Teasing, Soft Moments, Intimate Scenes, Spiderman Kiss, Emotional Vulnerability, Mutual Attraction, Tender, Subtle Tension.

A/N: EHHEHE 🤭💖😍

Aventurine

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the balcony where you and Aventurine stood. He leaned against the railing, his eyes glimmering with playful confidence, the gentle breeze tugging at his fur-lined coat. You had been joking around with him, your laughter floating in the air like music. But as the night deepened, something in the air shifted. You could feel it - the palpable tension, the electric charge between you two.

Aventurine's eyes locked onto yours, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "You look like you have something on your mind." he teased, his voice dripping with charm.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a mischievous grin forming. Without a word, you shifted your stance, silently closing the distance between you two. Aventurine raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but before he could say anything, you gently pushed him backward, guiding him down onto the soft cushions of a chaise lounge near the balcony edge.

His startled expression quickly gave way to amusement as he relaxed into the position. "Now, this is an interesting turn of events." he mused, hands resting behind his head as he looked up at you with a playful smirk.

You couldn't resist any longer. Leaning over him, you pressed your lips to his in a daring, upside-down kiss the "Spiderman kiss" you'd always joked about. Aventurine's eyes fluttered shut as he pulled you closer, his hands resting at the back of your neck, guiding you as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled back just enough to breathe, your lips curling into a teasing smile. "I think I want to kiss you more..." you murmured.

His grin only widened, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind that."

Sunday

The evening was calm, and you lay sprawled out on a plush couch, trying to unwind from the day's chaos. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting soft golden hues that matched the warmth of Sunday’s gaze as he entered the room. You watched as he moved with his usual dignified composure, his halo faintly glowing just behind his head, creating an almost angelic silhouette.

Sunday stopped beside you, a serene smile curving on his lips. “Resting, are we?” he asked softly, brushing a hand over your cheek with tenderness that sent a flutter through your heart.

“Trying to.” you murmured with a smile, closing your eyes.

Then, unexpectedly, Sunday shifted his position, leaning forward. The next moment, you felt him twist gracefully, lowering himself upside down until his face hovered just inches above yours. His hair cascaded downward, framing his face like a silvery waterfall. His eyes sparkled with a touch of playfulness, a rare expression for him.

“Ever seen the world from this angle?” he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of mischief that made your heart race. Before you could answer, he tilted his head and, in one smooth, deliberate motion, pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft but thorough, his lips warm against yours as he lingered, savoring the moment as if it were eternal.

You felt a surge of emotions as he kissed you, his usual reserve melting away as he held you there, suspended in that upside-down kiss, just like the Spiderman scene. It was as if he’d peeled back all his walls, his desire to protect and care for you wrapped up in every touch, every lingering moment.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes studied you with an intensity that took your breath away. “Perhaps a bit indulgent of me,” he murmured, the faintest hint of a smile dancing on his lips, “but worth it, I think.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, fingers tracing the faint glimmer of his halo as it flickered behind him. “More than worth it.” you whispered, pulling him back down for one more kiss.

Dr. Veritas Ratio

It was late, and the soft hum of your surroundings was the only sound in the room. Ratio, ever the scholar, had been engrossed in his studies, his wavy hair falling across his face as he examined some ancient texts. The moment was calm, but there was an undeniable connection between you two, a tension that had been building for some time.

His voice broke the silence, sharp yet soft, as he asked, "Have you read this passage? It's crucial for understanding the core concept of-"

You weren't paying attention to the words; only to him. You couldn't help it. The way his eyes shone with passion, the way his mind worked in overdrive, it all captivated you. But in this moment, you knew exactly what you wanted.

Before he could finish his sentence, you had swiftly moved, gently pushing him back onto the plush cushions of the chair he had been sitting in. Ratio's startled expression quickly melted into something more intrigued. You hovered above him, your breath catching in the air, and he looked up at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

"You're quite bold." he remarked, his voice still sharp but softer now, his eyes glittering with something deeper.

You smirked, leaning in close. "Sometimes, boldness is the best kind of knowledge." you said, just before planting a kiss on his lips. The position was perfect upside down, the "Spiderman kiss" as you kissed him softly, pulling away just enough to see the flash of surprise in his eyes.

His lips curled into a smile. "I find your theories fascinating," he said, voice rich with affection. "Perhaps you should continue testing them."

You leaned in once more, your lips meeting his with a new sense of passion. "I think I want to kiss you more, Doctor." you whispered.

His hands, which had been resting beside him, moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer. "And I am eager to see where your theories lead." he murmured, deepening the kiss.

[certainlynotasimp]

okayy but miguel with a black cat! reader….she js likes pushing his buttons and flirting with with him and literally does anything and everything to get a reaction out of him…aaannd if it was anyone else who tried joking around with miguel he would claw their face off 0_0

A/N: Oooh that would be interesting~. I’m gonna just write a Headcanon for now, but I will definitely write a one shot later on. I also didn’t know if you meant in personality only or if she’s his dimensions Black Cat (the antihero/villain) so I just wrote her as a Spiderperson with a black cat personality.

Miguel with a Black Cat Reader🐈‍⬛

So I’m gonna head canon that Miguel’s own personality is more of a mixture of a black cat and protective Doberman.

When he isn’t stressed out about keeping the spider-verse together and not on the very of a aneurism, he can actually be a flirting bastard as well, so don’t expect to flirt with him and get nothing in return.

But that side of him comes out like 20% or the time since…ya know, ya boy is stressed.

So when they are in front of other people, Miguel would be annoyed with the snide remarks you would make to try and ruffle his feathers, but he wouldn’t yell at you unless it’s a particularly in appropriate time to make him riled up.

The flirting would probably fair a little better as Miguel will try to act annoyed with your lingering caresses and the way your voice seem to purr at him. But, depending on your relationship, he would react in different ways.

If you were just a colleague, he would brush you off and snap at you for being so dishonorable for a spider-person.

If you were his friend, he would roll his eyes and probably throw a snide remark about you needed to get back to work. He’ll secretly find it amusing and might throw a remark back on good days.

If you are his crush or s/o, he would act the same way in public, his eyes constantly rolling as he acts annoyed with you. But a little tinge of a blush will appear if you purr out particular nicknames or remind him of certain private moments between you too.

Sometimes he’ll surprise you on particularly good days and tease you back. He knows he’s good looking and uses it as a weapon to get you flustered.

“What’s a matter, bonito gato?” He whispers as his mischievous eyes shine down at you. Your back shivers as his large forearm rest inches above your head, his burgundy eyes shining red from the monitors next to you as he traps you in. His chest acting as a barrier from your escape as his hand cups your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me when I’m talking to you, Cariño.”

If he catches you giving this treatment to some of the other spidermen, expect one of two reactions.

1) He’s gonna give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day and finally snap at you when he feels particularly annoyed by it. It’s not that he wants to yell, but the memory of someone else touching and flirting with his little spider causes him to think he’s losing the only person he has.

After an argument, he’ll calm down and apologize. Depending on how long y’all have been together, he will open up about some of his insecurities and fears of losing you.

2) He’s gonna give you the silent treatment the rest of the day until you two can get somewhere more private. He’s gonna remind you why he’s YOUR spiderman~ 😘

If anyone else tried to flirt with him or ruffle his feathers like you do, may God help their souls because Miguel ain’t having it.

He’s fiercely loyal, so if you guys are in a relationship and this happens, he’s gonna get mad and snap at them for being a disrespectful friend to you (because let’s be real, 90% of the Spider Society are friends because majority of them are Peter Parker Variants) and will probably threaten them with either losing their spot in the society. Or if they being particularly pushy, he’ll let his talons do the threatening.

He can also just open a portal and send them out of there is he finds them annoying.

He only really lets Jessica and Peter B mess with him because it’s more like they are messing with him about his reactions to you. Peter B definitely caught Miguel’s blushing face in a couple of pics of Mayday with you over his shoulder whispering in his ear.

I believe the nickname you would have would be either “Kitty” or “Bonito Gato” because your skill set maybe more reminiscent of Black Cat (the villain) and because Miguel says you are just as annoying as a cat. He still loves you though.💕

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I always love when you guys message me and please feel free to send more! 🤍💕

[me-uglypretty]

One of the best prank ever

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: Yelena and Kate fools Peter into a web of lies that eventually creates something more than a mischievous prank. [Loosely based on this incorrect quotes]

Warning: 18+ (G), fake relationships, comedy, pranks, fluff | Word count: 2.9k

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A joke was uttered harmlessly into the pleasant space, materialized at a whim, and evolving into something hazardously serious. It was that, neither of them would come to discover who was to blame for such a disobedient indication. If not for the known existence of two culprits, already pattering of their next move, tarnishing what peace that once held—which havoc was meant for outside threats, thus, less nuisance was applauded—and the ones who oath to mischiefs tendencies. An unlikely duo at first glance and the absolute roar of chaos together; Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop.

And alike brilliant ideas, it had begun from a harmless observation. Though, it wasn’t the two friends, a renowned spy, and a witty archer, it was another who had awakened such impish ideas in the head of such operations. It was that voice, an adolescent boy, chattering away cluelessly and who had uttered;

“I saw Natasha in the training room before I came here. She was training with Y/n again— I mean, not in the again, like uh that’s bad, but the— sorry, they’re always training together! They’re such good friends. I like seeing them together, it’s just like me and Ned! We always do things together…our bond is that strong.”

Peter Parker was always mindful of those around, reasonable as he speaks and caring as he offers support without expecting for something in return. He was the youngest among the two friends, often confiding them of his adventures as Spiderman and his ordinary life or merrily gushing about something in the compound. Those known to his behaviour, doesn’t consider more than a young boy’s excitement of working with the Avengers which electrifying high has yet to diminish from his mind.

“I saw them sharing lunch too. But Ned doesn’t really share, he says he will, then he ends liking the food he didn’t order so I end up eating the food that he doesn’t like but ordered…” Peter continued, retelling another tale of his friend from outside the hero business.

He visits the pair occasional, mostly when he had time to spare, since the heavy load of starting university and extended time spend swinging around the neighbourhood. Similarly, they were three the youngest in training and felt more correlating with the other as compared to the older members. If the pair wasn’t there, he occupies his time pestering Tony or exhausting himself with training which had led him to his current position in the kitchen. An hour of training later and he was eager to satiate his hunger.

Yelena and Kate were intently listening to Peter’s usual rambles or more so, exceedingly interested in watching him use his webs to gather ingredients for his sandwich while they sat there, eating their mundane made bowls of cereal. Nods of interest was shared at the one side conversation, till that bubble was popped by Peter’s spike in narration about the two former spies of opposing countries and their incredibly treasured friendship.

His tone resonates of something remarkable about witnessing you and Natasha training together and the murmurs of almost never seeing you both apart. Natasha and Y/n are always together, Peter had acknowledged, tumbling upon more story of the two spies together and the honourable mentions of his own friendship.

At that notable realisation, an idea surface brashly in Yelena’s mind, blossoming sweetly in her broad mind as her lips curls brazenly with a smile at the prospering idea. Peter’s unintentional nature of oversharing at times instigated troubles while some rare moments, a blessing for those around, and it was the sole reason for the fuelling ideas in her head. Those that pleads for her to listen and martialize vague thoughts into brilliant reality, and with that—a story far less innocence than a scene of two friends training together, spending endless time together, and just the idea of them together.

Yelena performed first, conveying the look of disapproval by the shake of her head. Blonde tresses budge at the motion, tickling her cheeks as she brushes strands of her hair away. “Oh no, Peter Parker,” her voice dropped, eyebrows furrowed, and arms crossed, as if contemplating on disclosing a crucial information. “No,” she dragged the word, staring at him like he had candidly shared a confidential information.

This was it, the perfect opportunity, that seldom occasion that roused gleefully in Yelena’s favour and she cherish it, accepting the gracious chance happily. Despite the distinct warnings echoing her head. The voice of her sister, Natasha, taunts her mind with an intimidating glare set on her form and the scolding heard from various voices after. However, the golden opportunity had appeared suddenly, and it offered her a chance of an adventure to prank merrily and verbalizing funny jokes, sometimes far too dangerous too. Yelena rather partakes in activities that wasn’t projected upon her life by other, and enjoy the taste of freedom with it.

It was that, the sweet joy derived from stolen childhood, and the American dream, like those shown on television.

On the other end, Kate was situated in a conflicted position. She wasn’t aware of her friend’s noiseless scheming. Confusion swirls tiresome ideas in her mind at Peter’s tales, the questions of why was stuck at the tip of her tongue, till her gaze flickers to her friend. Those ardent eyes swims in hues of hazel and gleams gleefully, eyebrows quirks and lips pressed together, translating to none other than the common expression of trouble.

The same look that illustrated their ultimate trademark as mischiefs or troublemakers as Clint had proposed, still fuming in annoyance and tired at the unlikely duo of friends.

Conveniently, their shared moniker symbolised the start of their hectic friendship which ensued after the success of their first operation coded as Hawk and Sparks. An apparent dazzling prank involving radiantly colourful glitters and Clint’s most priced weapons, his beloved pair of bow and arrows. The foremost comedic performance or perhaps, scary, depending on who you asked—corresponding to Kate’s rational fear of inciting resentment from her idol and partner—was the exaggerated appearance of said hero’s threatening weapons. A bow glazed in glitters of various hues and each arrow adorned with a specific colour of glitter.

Despite the enrage brought devastatingly upon Clint, the enemies were apprehended swiftly from their bewildered seconds of weakness at witnessing Hawkeye tugging at his weapon and revealing such glowing equipment. It wasn’t the least bit intimidating when sparkling weaponries was their hostile warning.

The wondrous duo of Yelena and Kate, somehow, and frequently, find themselves tangled in one mess after another. It seemed as if, trouble appears on a gleaming golden platter for their joyous consumption.

Only to them, and only for them.

Kate sighed, half concern by the erupt exchange and half struggling to imitate Yelena’s expression. Acting and pretending wasn’t her expertise. “Yeah, very bad,” she pushed, cheeks puffed, and her arms crossed at the scene unfolding before her curious eyes.

It was once terrifying to not know of her friend’s scheming, specifically for someone who had habitually found herself in compromising situations, Yelena’s influence had undoubtedly brewed confidence from being an accomplice to her friend’s ideas. At the stage of their friendship, worry doesn’t itch her throat as she continued her performance to invoke the best realistic lies at every spoken word.

The two friends wordlessly collaborated for their present plan or more so, the inevitable prank, by gazing into each other eyes, the gleaming sort of difference between two, and only known to them as their anticipating mischief. Other had seen this. Peter had watched the scene of them, he was watching them, the exchange and the revelation that came after. Worry looms over him at his friends’ expression. His eyebrow twitches, brains pulling at each thread to recall the decisions he made within the last twenty-four hours.

Peter doesn’t reconsider anything else than something he had done. It must had been his fault. He was different like that, so unlike them. Always genuinely polite, and naturally attentive to conversation. Aunt May taught him the best manners which he promised to preserve. The friendly pose he exhibits was always prominent, either as an average boy or a crime fighting hero, and accurately credited as the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

“What’s wrong? What did I do? Please, I can fix it,” Peter expressed worriedly, fingers drumming nervously on the surface of the grey marble counter. His hunger forgotten as he wondered if the kitchen was always unpleasantly humid, the kind of heat that scorches through his suit and formulate a layer of sweat on his skin, or perhaps, his body was simply steaming from feeling anxious.

Yelena surveyed the scene first. “Do you not know?” she asked, feigning disbelief as she steps warily into his space and pressed her hand firmly on his shoulder.

Peter denied, shaking his head at the supposed information, and sharing a look of nervous between the pair. “It’s bad, isn’t it? It’s about Tony, isn’t it? He thinks of me as too much of a son so he doesn’t want me here anymore.”

The ambitious performance halted at such unexpected revelation. Kate’s eyebrows furrowed as her mouth parted in utter shock, and Yelena remained standing there, both glancing at the other, sharing the same perplexed look at their friend’s fumbling state. Kate mouthed something along the line of, “Daddy issues,” and Yelena nodded her head hastily. “So weird,” she had responded in a similar manner.

Pausing for few seconds, Yelena interjected Peter’s tormented mumblings. “No, no, he doesn’t know!” she makes a clicking sound after, her crimson tongue tapping at the roof of her mouth. She wordlessly announced her exit with a final squeeze of her hand over his shoulder and turning away from his doe eyes.

“Wait!”

A smile curls on her lips, kind of worrisome look for those aware of her brashness. Delight stirs in her chest at her quick-witted scheming. Yelena swiftly spins, immediately masking her pleasure with a miserable frown, aiding to her performance and agony that looms on the poor boy’s hunch posture.

Peter fumbled with his agile fingers, pressing them together on the marble counter. It was a stark contrast from his pale skin to the grey shade, then he stared at it enough to agitate himself into clasping his hands together. Ultimately, his arms fell entirely to his side with a defeated sigh. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I will fix it. I swear,” he promised, and instantly stumbled backward into a stool behind him, Yelena’s swift reflex halted his embarrassing fall. “Sorry, sorry, and thank you…” he shyly scratched the nape of his neck, a red rash appearing at the nervous impulse.

Yelena released an exceptionally long sigh and nodded her head, staring ahead at Peter. “Follow me, Spider-man,” she demanded, promptly taking the steps aways from the kitchen.

There, head of blonde locks bounces to a familiar tune that buzzes at her mumbling, and something that sparked Kate’s mind into trying to remember the song. All while Peter trails behind the two friends quietly. The two friends were discreetly observing their surrounding for any sort of unexpected guest or disruption, and exchanging a pleasant nod with the other at their current prank.

Offices and vacant rooms were insignificant as they passed each one, before standing across the merge of two heavy metal doors. It led to an extensive training room, equipped with various gym equipment and an area for sparring. Out of the three, Kate advanced forward, warily peeking through the rectangle window situated on each side of the door. She met sight of the two occupants, former assassins huffing and exerting their strength by sparring together. Both were completely unaware of prying eyes outside or Peter’s feet anxiously tapping the ground, each struck of noise echoes through the hallway.

Natasha was standing in the middle of the navy-coloured rubber mat, graciously shifting between her bare feet, fists raised securely, and an arrogant smirk curls on her lips. It takes a moment, two bodies round the other, before she swiftly pushed you down with a loud thud. Muddled chuckles was heard soon after. A victorious smile appeared on Natasha’s face while you had scoffed, shaking your head at your defeat, then a smile sneaks onto your face as Natasha uttered something.

It was enough proof for Kate to shift her gaze, meeting Yelena’s awaiting answer and nodding her head in confirmation.

Yelena takes the same steps forward, facing the opposite window from her friend. She leisurely taps the glass with her knuckles. “You see them, yes?”

Faith seems eager by her side, easily following through her plan, when they witness Natasha extending her hand towards you. Unexpectedly, your body plummet into Natasha’s body when you had lost your balance, and she swiftly held you, bodies pressed flushed together. The sheer seconds where eyes met, the undivided attention, the touch of skin, the hands that grasps the other, the corners of full lips lifting with a smile, the shared clumsiness which made those smiles widen. It was the perfect moment.

Yelena beams at the sight. She was witnessing you and Natasha like this, so foolishly relaxed, so easily drawing into her plan like there was an understanding on the extend of where her ideas went.

Peter’s eyes widen more after witnessing the exchange. “Yes— I mean, I guess-- they’re really good friends?”

His innocent perception of such scene had nearly influenced her decision from continuing with her vicious plan. Those doe eyes, high-pitched voice, and legs alike a new born reindeer, tripping with his steps or simply falling into her mischief plotting. It almost urges her intuition to end her plan, dust her shoulder off that mischief dirt, and move forward with a different kind of plan which will surely be another prank.

Almost, that word bears a hefty weight, and Yelena is far stronger than some word.

“You are so wrong. Kate Bishop, tell Spider-man that he’s wrong!” she waved her hand, emphasising the mistake made by the boy, and her friend speedily agreed. Both mirrored the look of disappointment to abet their narrative.

“No! I can’t mess this up.” Peter whined, feeling apprehensive at the possibility of being rejected as an Avenger. One mistake and it’s enough to end everything. He can’t afford that.

Kate, the overly compassionate friend between the two, hurriedly comforted him. “Okay, calm down. Peter, everything will be fine,” she verbalized softly, and taking into consideration of his hyperventilating as her hand pressed firmly on his shoulder. “Let’s listen to what Yelena has to say, okay?” she proposed as she discreetly sends a pointed look at her friend.

Out of everything that Kate had learned, either willingly or unwillingly, on the topic surrounding Yelena—the most palpable trait of her friend was her constant desire to dramatized situations with the ultimate purpose of agitating said person. She had mentioned once or twice of how it was amusing to witness people stir by the simple work of her words. However, Kate isn’t too keen about it, the first time she experienced still instigates a chilly feeling over her body.

Yelena groaned at her friend. “Fine. Ugh, so impatient.”

Before disclosing what was presumed as the most significant information, Yelena crossed her arms and straightened her posture, she spared one last look through the window where her sister was training with her partner. Muffled thuds could be heard, then the nervous tapping of Peter’s feet and Kate’s jacket rustling at each movement as she attentively surveys their surroundings.

“They are not friend, Peter Parker.”

The declaration was clear. It wasn’t alarming or thrilling, perhaps, it sparked more confusion than worry on the gullible boy. Peter’s eyes, wide and bleary, darts between the two friends to ensure those words were the climax of a finality that caused him stress. Kate answered his unspoken questions with a lenient nod of her head, enough motion for her brunette hair to drape around her face and shield herself from revealing her lack of understanding on Yelena’s plan, and another, revealing the truth to Peter.

“They are married. Natasha and Y/n are married.”

Kate gasped, slender fingers drawing her hair away like pulling apart curtains, and revealing her expression, mouth gaping and eyes wide open. Two stunned faces stared at Yelena’s knowing façade. The new information was unexpected to them, neither assuming anything close to this.

Your friendship with Natasha was familiar to everyone, one always helping the other and working together fluidly. Marriage, however, wasn’t something that would have been a conclusion to the close relationship.

“Unless you are married to your best friend,” Yelena spoke teasingly, her forefinger pointed at the pair then meeting Peter’s eyes, he denied with flushed cheeks. “They are very close, not like friends...but as a married couple,” she added, nodding her head approvingly at the statement.

They glanced into the training room where you were playfully pushing Natasha’s shoulder as she retaliated with a harsher push. Still, all so unaware of the declared marriage to each other.

With that, the start of a harmless joke turned into a thriving prank by the marvellous mind of Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop.

The mischief duo, after subsiding Peter’s worry, had spent hours narrowing down the best name for their plan. It was accordance to what Yelena had argued as the best, what Kate presume was easier to remember, and the final that would be deemed as; one of the best prank ever.

NEXT

[zapreportsblog]

My Girl

➥ summary: Twin brothers Miles and Miles (Prowler) both seem to be crushing on the same girl at their new school, just a matter of them before one of them admits it. May the best man win

➥ a/n: so i decided on a storyline where they both grew up as twins, no spiderman or prowler but as to not confuse us all earth 42 miles will be nicknamed prowler, another thing fanart isn’t mine it was simply found on Pinterest and google

➥ 1610! Miles (RJ) x Reader x 42! Miles (The Prowler)

Rio Morales watched her twin boys, Miles and Miles, grip each other's shoulders tightly with anticipation as they stood outside their new school. It was a crisp autumn morning, and the leaves danced playfully in the breeze, mirroring the excitement that fluttered in Rio's heart. The decision to move them to a new school had been tough, but after the fight that broke out at their old school, Rio believed it was necessary to give them a fresh start.

•••

"Alright, boys," Rio said, with a mix of determination and affection in her voice. "Remember why we're here. This is a chance for all of us to turn things around, to make new friends, and grow into better versions of ourselves."

Miles, wearing a red hoodie and sporting a mischievous grin, fidgeted restlessly. He was the meticulous one, always wanting to explore every nook and cranny he stumbled upon. His friends called him the "Prowler" due to his natural curiosity and resourcefulness.

"Mama, trust me," he chimed in. "No more fights. The Prowler always has a plan."

Rio looked into Miles' expressive eyes, recognizing the genuine excitement and innocence that radiated from within him. But she also saw the darkness that lay dormant, the potential for trouble that he carried, as often seen in the consequences of his actions.

"Miles, my love," Rio began, her voice filled with equal parts love and worry, "your curiosity is a gift, but you have to learn to channel it in the right direction. There's no doubt you can do great things, but it's important you steer clear of any more trouble."

Miles nodded sheepishly, understanding his mother's concerns. He had a naivete about him that matched his mischievous nature. He longed for adventure, but deep down, he understood the importance of his mother's guidance.

Miles, his green hoodie a stark contrast to his brother's, stepped forward and slipped his arm around Rio's waist lovingly. With a confident smile, he told her, "Don't worry, Mama. We'll be good. No more fights, I promise."

Rio smiled back, acknowledging that Miles always had a way of soothing her fears with his undeniable charisma. Known as "RJ" to his friends, he had a magnetic personality, effortlessly drawing people in with his charm and laid-back attitude.

With resolve in her eyes, Rio led her twin sons through the school gate, determined to give them the fresh start they deserved. The trio embarked on a journey into the unknown, hoping to forge new friendships and redefine their identities along the way.

Little did they know, this new school would provide them with countless opportunities, both joyous and challenging. In this unfamiliar world, they would uncover hidden talents, face unexpected dangers, and learn what it means to be true to themselves while navigating the trials and triumphs of high school.

•••

The hallways buzzed with excitement as the rumors about the enigmatic prowler named Miles circulated like wildfire. Whispers filled the air as students gossiped about the alleged incidents involving broken arms and daring escapes. Among the crowd stood two very different Miles - the reclusive prowler and the more timid and anxious RJ.

As the whispers grew louder, RJ's anxiety intensified, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt trapped, suffocated by the rumors that threatened to swallow him whole. His breaths came faster, and he struggled to maintain his composure.

Seeing the new kid on the brink of a panic attack, a young woman named (Y/N) who was a confident and fiercely protective classmate of all newcomers, stepped in. She wore her Hokage cloak, a symbol of strength and leadership, as she positioned herself between Miles - RJ, and the encroaching crowd.

"Back up, everyone!" (Y/N)’s voice commanded authority. "Give him some space and stop pestering him with these rumors."

Her declaration didn’t come as a shock to the onlookers seeing as how this was normal, and only some hesitated for a moment before backing away, allowing RJ a small reprieve from the overwhelming attention.

"Hey new kid, are you okay?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

Miles - RJ, managed a weak nod, grateful for her intervention. "Yeah, just... it's all too much."

(Y/N) put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know it's tough, always is for you new comers but don’t let the stupid need to gossip about some stupid rumors define you. You're more than what people say."

Miles - the prowler, observing the situation from a distance, couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity towards (Y/N). Her support and willingness to protect his twin Miles - RJ, struck a chord within him. Despite his secretive nature, he couldn't help but feel a connection with this girl who wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed in.

The hallway started to clear as the bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. (Y/N) removed her Hokage cloak and handed it to Miles - RJ, giving him a gentle smile.

"Keep this for now," she said. "It'll remind you that you have friends who stand by you."

Miles - the prowler, couldn't shake the image of the girl from his mind. He knew he had to talk to his twin, RJ, about her. Approaching Miles - RJ after school, he found him sitting on a bench, lost in his thoughts.

“Yo,” Miles said, taking a seat next to him. "I saw you with some girl in the hallways. Care to explain?"

Miles - RJ's face flushed slightly, but he knew he could trust his twin. "Yeah, she helped me when I was almost having a panic attack. She stood up for me when everyone was bombarding me with questions about you and the rumors."

Miles raised an eyebrow. "She seems a little too invested in our affairs, don't you think? We can't trust anyone easily, especially not someone who shows up out of nowhere."

Miles - RJ nodded, understanding his twin's caution. "I get it, but she seemed genuinely concerned. She's different. I've never met anyone like her."

Miles, the prowler, sighed, torn between wanting to protect his twin and wanting him to experience genuine friendship. "I know you're craving connection, RJ, but be careful. People have hurt us before, and we can't afford to let our guard down."

"I won't be naive, Miles," RJ assured him. "But she's different from those who've hurt us. I know she can be a true friend."

The prowler studied his twin's eyes, searching for any signs of deception. Seeing only sincerity, he relented. "Alright, but stay cautious. I'll keep an eye on her too."

As the days passed, Miles - RJ and (Y/N) grew closer. She welcomed him into her circle of friends, and he began to experience a sense of belonging he had never felt before. They laughed together, shared stories, and supported each other through thick and thin.

Miles, the prowler, watched from a distance, his protective instincts on high alert. He saw how much Miles - RJ was opening up to (Y/N), and a part of him was happy for his twin, but another part couldn't help but worry. The past had taught him to trust no one and to protect RJ at all costs.

One evening, he decided to approach (Y/N) cautiously. "I've been watching you and my twin," he said. "I know you've been helping him, but don't think I'll let my guard down just because he likes you. If you hurt him, I won't hesitate to protect him."

“Damn…he wasn’t kidding. Y’all look exactly alike.” (Y/N) says and Miles raised a brow at her.

(Y/N) changed her expression from one of bewildered and met his gaze with determination. "I wouldn’t hurt him intentionally. I care about him, Miles 2.0.”

“Miles 2.0?” Miles - the prowler questioned.

“Well yeah, cause well he’s the first miles I’ve met and you’re, you know…”

Miles - the prowler, studied her carefully, searching for any signs of deception. But all he saw was sincerity.

"I'll be watching," he warned before disappearing into the shadows.

•••

A few weeks later, Miles - RJ mustered up the courage to invite (Y/N) over to his place to play video games. As the day arrived, he nervously waited for her at the door, trying to ignore the creeping thoughts of doubt seeded by Miles, the prowler's, constant warnings.

When (Y/N) arrived, she had a bright smile on her face and greeted RJ with enthusiasm. "Hey, RJ! I'm so ready to kick your ass!”

“Sup miles 2.0!”

Miles - RJ's heart fluttered with happiness as he led her inside, introducing her to Miles - the prowler, who was sitting on the couch, looking aloof and distant. He eyed her cautiously but nodded in greeting at her nonetheless. "Hope you can handle our intense gaming skills."

(Y/N) chuckled, undeterred by his dismissive demeanor. "Oh, I'm sure I can handle it. I'm not one to back down from a challenge."

As they settled in for some gaming, Miles - the prowler, couldn't help but taunt (Y/N) throughout the play, trying to unnerve her. But to his surprise, she responded with playful banter and didn't let his jabs get under her skin.

"You’re actually decent at this," Miles - the prowler, said, genuinely impressed not that he would show it.

(Y/N) grinned. "Told you I wouldn't go down without a fight. Bring it on!"

As the gaming session continued, Miles - RJ noticed a subtle change in his twin's demeanor. Miles - the prowler, seemed less guarded and a bit more at ease, thanks to (Y/N)’s carefree and friendly approach. They laughed, teased each other, and the competitive spirit in the room was infectious.

The boys mom, Rio, couldn't help but peek into the living room, where her two boys were engaged in laughter and fun. A warm smile spread across her face, relieved to see her boys making a new friend.

As the evening went on, Miles - the prowler, gradually let down his defenses, realizing that (Y/N) was genuinely a good person who meant no harm. He was confused by his own emotions and the newfound camaraderie they were sharing. It was a mix of vulnerability and comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night came to an end, (Y/N) got up to leave, exchanging a hug with the RJ and a fist bump with his brother.

"Thanks for inviting me over, RJ. I had a blast," (Y/N) said warmly.

“No problem!” Miles - RJ says.

“And good play with you Miles 2.0. I had fun.”

"Yeah, it was... fun," Miles, the prowler, admitted, trying to hide his genuine happiness.

"See you guys at school tomorrow!" Y/N called as she headed out the door.

As RJ closed the door, he turned to his twin with a raised eyebrow. "So, what did you think?"

Miles - the prowler, hesitated for a moment before cracking a small smile. "She's something else, that's for sure. I don't know what to make of it, but... I don't hate it."

RJ laughed, pleased to see his twin warming up to (Y/N). She's amazing, isn't she? I'm glad we made a friend like her."

"Yeah, me too," Miles, the prowler, admitted, surprising even himself with his honesty.

•••

A month had passed since (Y/N) became an integral part of their lives, and both the boys found themselves experiencing an unexpected but undeniable crush on her. Each twin had their own little moments with her that left them captivated.

Miles - the prowler, couldn't help but remember the time they were walking home together after a study session. (Y/N) had stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk, and he instinctively reached out to steady her. As their hands briefly touched, he felt a jolt of electricity, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly pulled away, trying to hide his blush, but he couldn't forget how his heart had raced in that brief moment.

For Miles - RJ, it was the time they were at the local arcade, cheering each other on during a competitive game. (Y/N) had leaned in close, her laughter infectious and her eyes sparkling with excitement. In that moment, Miles felt an overwhelming warmth, as if he had found someone who truly understood him. Her support and genuine interest in his passions made him feel seen and valued in a way he had never experienced before.

Both twins found themselves looking forward to seeing (Y/N) at school every day, eager for the chance to talk and share moments with her. They noticed how her presence could brighten even the darkest days and how her playful banter with Miles - the prowler, left him confused but with a faint hint of a smile.

As they spent more time with her, they discovered shared interests and values that deepened their admiration for (Y/N). She was caring, compassionate, and fiercely loyal, always standing up for them and others when needed. The way she treated everyone with kindness, regardless of their reputation or background, earned her even more respect from the twins.

Miles - the prowler, found himself drawn to her strength and independence, a stark contrast to his own solitary nature. He admired the way she could hold her own and how she wasn't afraid to challenge him, refusing to back down from his teasing or sarcasm.

Miles - RJ, on the other hand, cherished her ability to make him feel at ease, like he could be himself without judgment or expectations. Her easygoing nature helped him open up, and he found himself sharing thoughts and feelings he had never shared with anyone else.

One day, while hanging out in the park, the twins decided to talk openly about their feelings for (Y/N). Sitting on a bench, they shared their different perspectives, realizing they both felt a deep connection with her that they couldn't ignore.

"I can't believe we both have a crush on her," RJ admitted with a blush.

"Yeah, it's... strange," his twin Miles said, trying to wrap his head around his own feelings. "But I can't deny that she's had an impact on both of us."

Miles - RJ nodded. "She makes us feel understood, you know? And she's just so caring and genuine."

Miles - the prowler, smirked. "Well, I hope you're not expecting me to back off. I don't give up that easily."

Miles - RJ chuckled. "I wouldn't expect anything less. But let's remember she's our friend first and foremost. We don't want to jeopardize that."

The twins agreed to keep their feelings in check and focus on cherishing the friendship they had with (Y/N). As they continued to spend time with her, they found comfort in knowing that they didn't have to face their feelings alone.

•••

After school, Miles - RJ and Miles - the prowler, found themselves unable to contain their feelings any longer. They knew they had to talk to (Y/N) about what they had been experiencing. With nervous excitement, they cornered her near the school's courtyard, determined to be honest and vulnerable.

"(Y/N),” Miles - RJ began, his voice slightly shaky. "We need to talk about something important."

(Y/N) turned to face them, her eyes curious. "Okay, what's up?"

Miles - the prowler, took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "We both... we both have feelings for you, (Y/N).”

Miles - RJ nodded, adding, "It's true. We didn't plan for this to happen, but we can't ignore how we feel about you."

(Y/N) blinked, seemingly taken aback by their confession. "Wait, you both have feelings for me?"

"Yeah," Miles - the prowler, confirmed, his voice earnest. "It's confusing and unexpected, but we can't change how we feel."

(Y/N)’s lips curled into a small smile. "Damn, well, I can't help but admit that I have feelings for you both too..."

“Both of us or…”

The twins looked at each other in shock, their hearts racing. It was a revelation they hadn't anticipated, and the rush of emotions was overwhelming.

Before they could say anything else, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. (Y/N) glanced at them, her expression a mix of emotions.

"I’ll leave a note in your locker after school" she said, stepping back.

“Wait which one of us?!” Miles - the prowler asked.

“You’ll see…”

Torn between anticipation and uncertainty, Miles -RJ and Miles - the prowler, spent the evening restless, eager to meet (Y/N) the next day and finally find out what the future held for them.

The night passed in a blur, and the next day arrived faster than they expected. When Miles finally reunited with (Y/N), the atmosphere was charged with tension and excitement.

"So," Y/N said, breaking the silence. "Seems you got my letter.”

“Yeah I did.”

Miles - RJ ending …

Miles - the prowler ending …

Both Miles ending …

(Haven’t written the endings yet but when I do I’ll have them tagged and listed)

[astrxq]

okay luna, more spider-man ethan!!! just top of my head, maybe you could write your version of the upside down kiss? cause i know you would write it so sweet and lovesickly!!!!

also luna…when i post my ethan fics can i tag you??? since i feel like we’re a handful of people trying to still keep ethan landry alive (in this world) ANYWAY LOVE YOY💗💗💗💗

superhero etiquette

spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader

words: 2.9k

notes: yesss!!!! pls tag me, i'm in need of ethan fics. warnings: (mentions of spiders, kissing. i think that's it??) not proofread

"Bug boy?" he repeated the nickname you'd just given him, the white eyes on his mask mimicking his surprised expression. "I'm more of an arachnid."

You hummed, smirking at him before looking forward to the streetlights, your legs kicking back and forth from the edge of the building. "Arachnid, huh?" you responded playfully, raising an eyebrow. "Well, Mr. Arachnid," you corrected.

You tapped your fingers on the rooftop, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I used to have a friend who owned a pet spider."

His masked face turned to you, intrigue evident even without seeing his real expression. "Oh, really?" he replied, genuinely interested.

You chuckled. "Yeah. She named it Leggy. It was this big, hairy tarantula that she would let crawl all over her arms and everything. She used to say that Leggy had more personality than most people she knew."

The masked hero tilted his head slightly, a small smile forming beneath his mask. "She insisted that I held it once, and I almost cried," you continued, and he snorted a laugh, making the voice modifier glitch for a second. "Hey, don't laugh," you retorted, lightly punching his arm. "It was huge and hairy, okay? Not exactly my cup of tea. But my friend loved that spider like it was her own child."

"Leggy, huh? Maybe I should change my name to that," he shook his head. "Spider-Man sounds kind of lame now." You laughed, and he turned to stare at you for a beat.

"Nah, Spider-Man has a nice ring to it. Plus, it's become pretty iconic. Leggy might give people the wrong idea," you said, teasingly nudging him with your elbow.

He chuckled, the sound muffled by his mask. "Yeah, you're probably right. Can you imagine the headlines? 'Leggy spins a web of justice!' It doesn't have the same impact."

Spider-Man nodded thoughtfully, his eyes pretending to focus on something in the distance the second you turned to look at him, catching him staring. A gentle breeze swept across the rooftop, rustling your hair as you both sat in companionable silence.

"How'd you learn how to swing with those?" you asked, pointing at his wrists. Ethan raised his eyebrows from under the mask in surprise at your interest. "By falling, a lot."

"I can picture that," you said, grinning. The hero moved a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch."

You smirked, leaning closer to him. "Don't worry, Mr. Arachnid. I'm sure you've mastered the art of falling gracefully by now," you replied with a playful wink.

Ethan faked a laugh. "You're hilarious."

"Oh, I try my best," you said, playfully batting your eyelashes. "But seriously, swinging through the city like you do must be exhilarating. I can only imagine the adrenaline rush you get."

"It's definitely something else," Ethan replied, smirking once he felt the idea pop into his head. "So… wanna try it?" You widened your eyes at that, wanting to take back your words immediately. "Uh, no. My mom must be waiting for me inside."

"It's 4 a.m."

"Still. She could come into my room and not find me there; she'd freak." Ethan tilted his head, and the mask's bug eyes narrowed as he held back a laugh. He nodded, knowing fully well you were lying through your teeth, and he stood up, offering his hand to help.

Once you were on your feet, ready to say your goodbyes, you felt the gloved hands reach for your waist, pulling you towards the masked boy. You thought he was going to kiss you, just for a second, and then Ethan stretched one of his arms out and leaned down to quickly whisper a "Hold on tight" before a web shot out of the gadget on his wrist, making you yelp.

"No, no, no," you exclaimed as you felt the wind hit your face. You were swinging with Spider-Man, and you were hating it. "Open your eyes, come on!" he said, noticing that you had forced them shut the second your feet were lifted off the ground. "I hate you, I hate you."

"Come on, Y/N! You can't even see where we're swinging!"

"God, this is horrible." The hand that was holding onto his neck tightened, and you uncovered your eyes to wrap another arm around him, trying to steady yourself.

He chuckled, the thrill of the moment evident in his voice. "You'll thank me later, I promise! Besides, you're doing great! Look, you're a natural swinger already!"

"I don't care!" you yelled back, trying to ignore the adrenaline coursing through you. "Just get me back to that rooftop! I'm not cut out for this superhero stuff."

"Don't worry, I got you," Ethan assured, adjusting his web-swinging trajectory to head back to the rooftop you both came from. The city lights below looked like a blur as you swung through the night sky.

As you finally landed back on the rooftop, you staggered a bit, your legs feeling like jelly. Spider-Man steadied you, his grip reassuring. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, a teasing tone still present in his voice.

"You're insane, you know that?" you replied, trying to catch your breath. "I hated that."

"You would've loved it if you'd kept your eyes open!"

"Yeah, well, I'd be perfectly content experiencing the city from ground level, thank you very much," you replied, still trying to steady your racing heart with a hand on your chest. Ethan panted as well, hands on his hips as he smiled widely under his mask.

Girls didn't really look at Ethan. He knew he wasn't an ugly boy, and Chad kept reminding him that he was a treat to the eye, but he was incredibly awful at flirting or talking, or something so small such as being near girls. Seeing so many people crushing on Spider-Man gave him the confidence boost he needed; he liked the attention. Whenever he saw himself on the news, he'd sneakily turn up the volume to hear what people said about him, and whenever Chad had a fanboy moment about the masked spider-hero, he'd have to hide his smile.

Ethan's thoughts swirled as he watched you catch your breath, completely unaware of his internal dilemma. The excitement of swinging through the city with you, even if you were initially terrified, had been an unexpected rush for him. But now, as he saw you standing there, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in your eyes, he couldn't help but wish he had met you under different circumstances.

He wondered if you'd like Ethan Landry as much as Spider-Man, if you'd also spend your nights chatting on your rooftop with him if you had met him with his mask off.

"Earth to Leggy," you snapped your fingers in front of the mask's eyes. You saw how his face scrunched up, mentally cursing himself for being caught staring, and you felt your body heat up to your ears at

a shyer version of the hero. "Leggy?" he asked.

"You're right; Bug boy sounds way better."

Ethan tilted his head a little bit, trying to get a good look at you as the city lights hit your face just enough for him to see every detail. "Oh, you're gone again," you said, noticing him zoning off.

"Sorry, I'm keeping you up. You should go rest," you immediately added, taking a step back. "N-no, it's okay," Ethan stammered, feeling flustered by the way you caught him daydreaming.

"I mean, I'm used to being up late, you know, patrolling the city and all. Sleep isn't a big deal for me," he tried to play it cool, but his nerves were getting the best of him. The hands that had been resting on his hips were now awkwardly crossed over his chest.

You didn't really believe him; to you, he was just tired. Him daydreaming about being with you was the last of your thoughts; he was Spider-Man, after all.

"Okay," you whispered once he took two steps closer to where you stood. You felt your breath get caught in your throat, his scent taking over you. "Uhm…" you tried to think of ways to keep the conversation going, your mind going suddenly blank because of him.

"I… I held Leggy once."

"You've said," his voice sounded huskier as he stared down at you through his mask. You felt kind of silly, staring at a red mask full of web patterns and wide, white eyes. You wished he'd take it off, just to see who was the boy you'd been pining over for months, to see him just once. "Yeah… veeery hairy spider," you continued.

He nodded, and reached one of his hands up to your waist, just testing the waters. Your pajama shirt rode up slightly because of the texture of his glove, and you shivered at his hand touching your skin, even if it was covered by that annoying suit. Ethan stared down at his hand, pondering if he should rip out the cloth just to actually feel your skin.

When you didn't make a move to separate from him, he took a deep breath and, with his free hand, he pulled his mask up. Not all the way, you could only see his nose and his mouth, and a few curly hairs that stuck out from the back of his head and from under his ears. Ethan bit his bottom lip, contemplating showing you his whole face, but he wasn't ready. Not yet.

So he dropped the hand down to yours, linking your fingers together as you stared at every feature of his face available to you. He had a button nose, a few freckles near it, and you were certain that the mask still hid many more. His lips were chapped, like he'd been biting on them for a while, the bits of hair you could see seemed very healthy, and you felt like a freak for wondering what shampoo he used, if it smelled like him.

Your breath got heavier, just by looking at him. And Ethan finally let go of his own lip, parting them slightly. You moved your hand to his wrist, holding yourself up while you got on your tiptoes. You were close, so close, and you tightened your hold on his arm.

Ethan yelped when the web-shooter shot a tissue up to the yellow construction crane that towered over your building, making him shoot up along with it. You stared up at him, cheeks hot in embarrassment.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry," your voice cracked just a bit in shame as Ethan struggled to untie the webs that had swept him up. "It's fine!" he called out, finally dropping down to you. Upside down, one hand holding onto the string, along with his legs, and his free one doing a thumbs up. Well, a thumbs down from your point of view.

When Ethan realized, he flipped it around, and you smiled. He finally cracked into a grin, and you felt like your air was knocked away, taken back by his beautiful smile. He was gorgeous, the small part of his face you could actually see was gorgeous.

"C'mere," he said, reaching his free hand out to your arm, pulling you in so your face was met with his, finally at the same height, even if he was upside down. "The blood will rush to your head if you stay like this for long," you said nervously, feeling kind of shaky.

He shrugged. "Eh, Bug boy can handle it."

"Oh, is that your superhero excuse for everything now?" you teased, trying to lighten the tension between you two. Ethan chuckled softly, and you noticed his cheeks tinting slightly, even under the mask.

"Maybe," he replied playfully. Before you could think of a response, he reached for your face, awkwardly cradling it with only one hand and pulling you closer. You stumbled two small steps forward until your nose brushed against his. And he licked his lips before giving you another toothy grin which you were sure would knock you off your feet if you weren't so focused on imagining how he was going to kiss you, instead.

You opened your mouth, ready to say whatever nonsense was going through your head, but he stopped you by pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling away and tilting his head to get a better angle. He let out a warm breath into your mouth as he relaxed into the kiss.

Afraid of him falling, you held his arm with your hand, your other one going to the side of his face to push his lips even closer to yours. He chuckled against your mouth, making you smile as well. Ethan's arm was growing tired, and his kisses started to get more sloppy and wet as he pushed himself closer to you, almost snapping the web in half by the pressure.

You pulled back, a small string of saliva separating you and Ethan as he grinned. His mask's eyes narrowing, showing you just how his smile covered his whole face. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special," you said, playfully wiping the saliva from your lips with the back of your hand.

"Sorry about that," Ethan said, still grinning. "I guess I got carried away."

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable and slightly awkward response. "No worries, Bug boy," you teased, poking his chest playfully. "I think you've still got some superhero etiquette to learn."

"Oh, I'll make sure to work on my superhero kissing skills," he replied, feigning seriousness as he put a hand to his heart before gracefully dropping on his feet.

"Good to know," you chuckled. He licked the inside of his cheek, cheekily smiling at you as you teased him. He took one step closer and wrapped his arm around your waist, giving you one more wet kiss on the lips and then moving to your cheek before pulling his mask down fully. "Sorry," he mumbled.

But the way you stared up at him with a smile made him put the cloth up again, pecking your lips four times before stepping back. "Okay. I'm done," he promised, and you chuckled as he tightened his hands into fists, clearly struggling not to touch you again.

You couldn't help but laugh at Ethan's adorable struggle to control himself.

[maiochiruhanabiraaa]

The Spider-Kiss 🕷️ (Alejandro Balde.)

Summary: In a vibrant city, Y/N, a romantic reader, lives in a cozy apartment. Alejandro, a thrill-seeking climber known as "Spiderman" by night, becomes enchanted by her. One evening, he scales her building to her window, hoping for a daring romantic encounter.

A/N: I just saw an edit of balde lookalike miles ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Y/N lived in a cozy apartment in the heart of the city, where the bustle of urban life hummed beneath her window day and night.

She was an avid reader and a bit of a romantic dreamer, often losing herself in stories of adventure and love. Little did she know that one night, her own tale of romance would unfold in the most unexpected way.

Alejandro Balde, known to many as an ordinary guy by day and a thrill-seeking enthusiast by night, had a secret.

He loved to climb. Not just any climb, but the kind that defied gravity and thrilled the soul. His friends jokingly called him "Spiderman" for his ability to scale buildings with ease.

It was on one such night, under the cloak of darkness and twinkling city lights, that Alejandro found himself irresistibly drawn to Y/N's window.

He had seen her from afar at the local bookstore, her laughter like music to his ears. Tonight, he decided, he would take a chance—a daring, romantic chance.

With nimble fingers and a heart pounding with anticipation, Alejandro scaled the building, his grip steady as he ascended to Y/N's floor.

He paused outside her window, hidden in the shadows, heart racing not from the climb but from the audacity of his plan.

Y/N, oblivious to the figure outside her window, was lost in a novel that whisked her away to far-off lands and grand adventures.

The gentle breeze whispered through the curtains, carrying with it a hint of something unexpected—a flutter of excitement that stirred her senses.

Just as Alejandro prepared to knock lightly on the glass, Y/N glanced up from her book and froze.

There, clinging to the window ledge with a mischievous grin on his face, was Alejandro. She blinked in disbelief, her heart skipping a beat as she realized the absurdity and romanticism of the moment.

Alejandro gestured for her to open the window, his eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and determination.

With a playful smile, Y/N obliged, curiosity mingling with amusement as she swung the window open to reveal the daring climber outside.

"Surprise," Alejandro said with a sheepish grin, his voice carrying the thrill of the night and the warmth of his affection.

"I couldn't resist. I had to see you."

Y/N laughed, a melodious sound that echoed in the quiet of the night.

"What are you doing up there, Spiderman?"

Alejandro shrugged, his gaze unwavering.

"I couldn't sleep. And I realized there's something I've been wanting to do ever since I saw you."

Before Y/N could respond, Alejandro leaned forward, closing the gap between them in a heartbeat. His lips met hers in a gentle, exhilarating kiss—a kiss filled with the spontaneity of the night and the promise of shared adventures yet to come.

As they pulled away, breathless and smiling, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and affection for the daring man who had just swept her off her feet—quite literally.

"Maybe next time," Alejandro whispered with a playful wink, "I'll bring a bouquet of flowers instead of scaling buildings."

Y/N chuckled, her heart still racing with the thrill of the unexpected encounter. "I think I'd like that."

And so, under the starlit sky and the watchful eyes of the city below, Y/N and Alejandro embarked on a journey of romance and daring escapades—a love story that began with a daring climb and a spontaneous kiss, guided by the threads of destiny that bound their hearts together.

⚽⚽

Days turned into weeks, and Alejandro and Y/N found themselves inseparable, their romance blossoming amidst the backdrop of their vibrant city.

After the daring kiss that marked their beginning, Alejandro continued to surprise Y/N with his spontaneous gestures and unwavering affection.

One sunny afternoon, Alejandro took Y/N on a whimsical adventure through the city's hidden gems—quirky bookshops, charming cafes, and secluded parks where they shared secrets and dreams under the shade of ancient trees.

Their laughter echoed through the streets, a melody of joy that seemed to draw the city closer around them.

As they sat side by side on a park bench, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Alejandro turned to Y/N with a serious expression softened by the twinkle in his eyes.

"You know," Alejandro began, his voice quiet yet filled with sincerity, "that night I climbed to your window—it wasn't just about surprising you."

Y/N turned to him, curious yet touched by his honesty. "What do you mean?"

Alejandro took a deep breath, his gaze steady.

"I wanted to show you that I'm here, fully and completely. That I'm willing to go to great heights, quite literally," he chuckled, "to be with you. But more than that, I want you to know that I'm committed to this, to us."

Y/N felt her heart swell with warmth, a surge of emotions that mirrored Alejandro's own. "Alejandro," she whispered, reaching for his hand and intertwining their fingers, "I feel the same way."

Their moment was interrupted by the distant sound of music drifting through the air—a street performer playing a soulful melody on a violin. Alejandro glanced at Y/N with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with a newfound idea.

"Come on," Alejandro said, standing up and pulling Y/N to her feet. "Let's dance."

And so, under the fading light of the setting sun and the serenade of the violinist's music, Alejandro and Y/N danced.

They twirled and laughed, lost in the magic of the moment and the promise they silently made to each other—the promise of love that transcended ordinary bounds and soared to extraordinary heights.

In the days that followed, Alejandro continued to surprise Y/N with his gestures of affection. Each time they met, he brought her bouquets of flowers—vibrant roses, delicate lilies, and wildflowers picked from their favorite spots in the city.

Each bouquet carried with it a message of love and admiration, a testament to Alejandro's unwavering commitment and the depth of his feelings for Y/N.

One evening, as they strolled hand in hand through a garden blooming with spring flowers, Alejandro paused and turned to Y/N with a smile. He gently placed a bouquet of sunflowers in her hands, their golden petals glowing in the soft evening light.

"Remember when we first met," Alejandro said softly, his eyes filled with tenderness, "I said I'd bring a bouquet of flowers instead of scaling buildings."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love. She leaned in and kissed Alejandro, the warmth of their connection lighting up the garden around them.

"I remember," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and affection. "And I'm so glad you did."

And as they stood together beneath the blooming flowers and the starlit sky, Alejandro and Y/N knew that their love story, guided by the threads of destiny and fueled by Alejandro's heartfelt gestures, was just beginning—a journey filled with adventures yet to come, each moment a testament to the depth of their love.

[miguelswifey04]

I just thought of a silly idea (GN!reader)

Reader and Miguel are playing mortal combat (or any fighting game) and they are both very competitive, but reader wins and they just “I WIN! I BEAT SPIDERMAN! WOOHOOO!” And Miguel just throws a pillow at reader to shush (totally not bc he’s embarrassed that he lost) and they just started having a pillow fight

HAHAHA YES GOOD ONE ANON <33

miguel o’hara x gn! reader fluff

the air was electric with friendly competition as you and miguel battled it out in a mortal kombat showdown. the tension grew with every intense round, each of you determined to claim victory over the other.

your heart raced and adrenaline surged through your veins as the final round commenced. blow after blow, you maneuvered your character with finesse, skillfully countering miguel’s moves. as the last hit landed, the words, "finish him!" echoed throughout the room.

a triumphant shout escaped your lips as your character delivered the final blow, vanquishing miguel’s character. "I WIN!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "I BEAT SPIDER-MAN! WOOHOOO!"

miguel, red-faced from the crushing defeat, playfully threw a pillow at you, trying to shush your celebration. "hey, hey now," he teased, a mock serious expression on his face. "no need to rub it in."

but the mischief in your eyes couldn't be contained as you caught the pillow mid-air. a mischievous grin formed on your lips, and without any forewarning, you launched your own pillow at miguel.

the room was filled with laughter as the friendly pillow fight ensued. feathers flew through the air, creating a whimsical atmosphere as you both playfully dodged and retaliated with pillow blows. giggles and shrieks of delight filled the room, creating a joyous ambiance.

with each pillow strike, the playful rivalry between you transformed into a sea of affectionate banter. the competitive nature that had fueled the mortal kombat battle morphed into an expression of love and camaraderie, a reminder of the bond you shared.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi

[dema-heart]

can you do a hobie x hippie y/n (wears wrap tops & long flowy skirts, lots of chimy jewelry, distracts the police from hindering his spidering) that loves to be his little spider-man cheerleader, but like has no sense of self-preservation, is reckless, and is soooo sure that they can handle themselves?

You're a real piece of work

Hobie x hippie (mostly) fem!reader

Sfw

Mentions of cops ,protests, and feminine clothing

Use of the term goddess toward the end

Warning: Me attempting to write action lol

The first time you'd seen spiderpunk in person was when he came crashing into the jewelry stand at the farmer's market you'd been looking at. He laid there with a groan as you looked him over, more curious than scared. You'd heard about him, hell who hadn't, the punk themed web swinger who's fought against what he felt was wrong. Some of his ideas lined up with yours, and some didn't, but the way he fought against it all sat well with your own reckless self.

There was commotion to your left, You looked only to see officers making their way over. Quickly without thinking, you tossed your long over-sized sweater over him, hoping he'd get the message to cover up. He looked at you, the eyes of his mask squinting, but you just nodded your head before running up to the officers.

"Officers!! Thank goddess you're here! Spiderman just came crashing into my jewelry stand!" Your voice was a practiced panic as you pretended to be startled. Your hand riddled with rings clutched at the necklaces dangling on your chest as you pointed out the obviously wrecked booth. "He went running off in that direction just before you got here please you have to hurry he can't get away with this!"

The officers looked you over, eyes narrowed in question. You shifted your booted feet, long skirt swaying. Everyone knew better than to get this close to the officers. Most just got out of their way or ignored them if around but You knew if you did that, they'd find your new favorite hero, so instead you made a scene hoping they'd take the bait.

"Thank you ma'am will get right on it. The force will not forget your help today." One of the officers nodded before they walked off in the direction you'd pointed in. You grinned, snickering to yourself once they were out of ear shot before walking back to the booth.

Peaking in, you saw your sweater and a poorly hidden spiderpunk. "You're not the best at hiding, huh?" you chuckled, raising a hand to help him out of the booth rubble.

"Not usually the type to hide, but you went through all that work for me to do so." He shrugged, dusting himself off. He reached down grabbing your sweater shaking it before handing it over. "Thanks though can always use a break...sorry bout the shop" He nodded his head back toward the ruined booth.

"Oh... that...no thank you. S'not mine but the owner keeps stealing a friend of mines ideas so I had planned on doing something about it today" You smiled mischievously as your previous plans ran through your head.

"A trouble maker then" He chuckled. Getting ready to swing off not before taking a look at the bracelets that littered your wrist. "hm here. A thanks" He slipped one of his thinner spiked bracelets off and handed it to you. It didn't match your current look; a pale green and brown wrap shirt, paired with a long thin flowy skirt, your earthy tones and the black spiked leather clashing, but you didn't mind. As you slipped it on admiring the way it meshed,He'd swung off giving a two finger salute.

Since then, you'd both left quite the impression on each other. Constantly running into each other at protests or him having to save you when you once again risked it all to help someone or prove a point. In return you'd covered for him more times than he'd like to admit ,allowing him to get away from cops or reporters with ease or even allowing him to rest by hidding him in alley ways or stores you knew supported him, and he respected your courageousness the same way you respected his.

This time was no different. You were at a festival before all hell broke loose....you rushed forward against the panicked crowd, having seen some young kid getting swept along. You pushed and elbowed your way through people, the spiked bracelet sitting on your wrist along with your normal jewelry as your own lucky charm. You grabbed the kid by the back of their shirt, pulling them to you roughly, not caring about the bodies pushing against you or the hits you were taking as you covered the kid before pulling them out and to the side.

"You okay, little one?" Your voice was calm and soothing a big difference from your ruffled appearance. The kid nodded before their eyes lit up, looking up into the sky. You looked up watching spider-punk swing by. You immediately stood up yelling a 'took you long enough' before cheering him on. Your hand had never left the kids, though, and as things got rougher, you moved to see if their was somewhere you could take the kid in all the chaos only to get stopped by their hand squeezing yours. you looked down at them and watched as fear took over their features. Confused, you looked back only to see what was probably a mangled up booth flying toward you both.

'Well Shit' was all you thought before grabbing the kid and pulling him into your chest, turning so you'd take the brunt of the hit and bracing for impact.

The hit never came and as you opened your eyes, you saw webbing holding all the debris from hitting you or the kid. Spider-punk coming down to check on you both.

"We've got to stop meeting like this, luv. I'm starting to think you like danger more than you like me. " his tone was teasing as he watched a mother come rushing forward to grab the kid you'd protected twice now.

"I don't know I think I like both pretty equally" You grinned taking a step closer to the masked hero.

"Well, that's no good." You couldn't tell, but you swore he was smiling. The sound of heavy footed boots and police sirens made both your heads snap to the side.

"Think that's my que," You said grinning as you turned back to face him, slipping one of your necklaces off you motioned for him to bend down. He did allowing you to slip it over his head, the rock and gem themed necklace looking just as out of place on him as the spiked bracelet on your wrist. "A thank you...and maybe a see you later" You said grinning as he looked from the necklace that had a little spider skull pendant in the center to you.

Sun light shined behind you giving you a golden hue and the wind picked up slighty causing your thin, flowy clothes to sway in a graceful manner and with that smile on your face you looked like a goddess, a beautiful earthy goddess, and spiderpunk for a second honestly thought you might be one before that mischievous look came across your face and you were pulling him toward you by his jacket his hand quickly coming up to grab yours in surprise before you pushed off him falling to the ground. From any other point of view, it looked like he shoved you for stopping him. The cuts and scraps form you pulling the kid out the crowd earlier really working in your favor here.

"Officer! Officers, please help over here! Spiderman attacked me! Please, you have to hurry." You wailed out before winking up at spiderpunk and whispering 'go' as you watched the Officers come running toward you. He got the message smirking under his mask as he webbed the nearest lamp post swinging away. He'd look back to see the officers help you up, and you'd stumble, causing them to have to stay behind long enough to secure you were alright and get your take on what happened. He'd laughed, always amazed at how bold you were and how good your acting was in these moments.

...and maybe later he'd find the lil tag on the necklace you gave him with 'your biggest fan♡ find me here!' And your address written on it.

...and maybe just maybe he'd pay you a visit...just to make sure the risk-taking goddess hadn't gotten themselves too hurt while he wasn't looking...

Oh my gosh ! Thank you for the lovely request, Firefly! I hope you liked it. I'm not necessarily familiar with hippie style or mannerisms, but I did make a whole pintrest board just to make sure I had some idea of what I was working with. I went for less established and more build up for their relationship, and I tried to keep it as neutral but fem leaning as possible (off your choice of clothing).

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Disneyland: A Jeff Adventure

Summary: Jeff might be a part-time Avenger, but how will he react to the greatest mission of them all? Helping Spiderman at the Disneyland Avengers Campus.

Word Count: 5123 Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: None A/N: This request was sent in over 11 months ago when I first opened my requests for Jeff ideas. It's been in progress the whole time since, but on this special day it will finally see the light. I hope you enjoy!! Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

In the chaos of your day-to-day lives, moments of peace and serenity were hard to come by. Family car rides don’t guarantee it either, but after consistent early starts and days spent on the road, the monotony had finally worn both Jeff and Natasha into a lull of drowsiness. 

Through the rearview mirror, you watched as Jeff yawned, the little land shark curling himself even tighter around the plush toy in his arms while his eyelids fluttered. He let out a small purr, then fell swiftly back into his slumber. To your side, Natasha was much the same; she had drawn her knees up to her chest and rested her feet on the chair. You checked the road ahead, glad for the never-ending straight emptiness, before allowing yourself a moment to watch your fiance; you admired the way the sunrise glow shone on her jaw, highlighting the face you fell in love with so many years ago. If only you weren’t driving, you’d photograph that sight to keep forever.

Your eyes flicked to the road, then back at her. 

You would always admire how soft she could look in civilian attire, when her upbringing and job demanded only her harshest. Her loose white t-shirt contrasted the muscular arms it exposed, and her plaited hair evoked memories of smiling in bed, watching her braid and unbraid it with gentle, dexterous fingers every day and night; the same fingers that were trained to fire a bullet and throw a punch. Her hands still bore the mark of her profession, littered with scars and blisters, but she had forged a path beyond that. She had chosen to be gentle and made a life defined only by herself; one that you were lucky enough to be part of.

Gently, you lay a hand on Natasha’s arm, drawing her from her thoughts as her glassy gaze out the window switched to a focus on you. A small smile graced her face when she looked over at you, and she blinked the drowsiness away.

Once you had her attention, you pointed a finger behind you, causing her to switch her attention again. Natasha’s smile grew at the sight of your land shark now laying on his back, the miniature version of himself still clutched in his arms, while his back legs stuck up high into the air. 

Your focus returned to the road, but soft rustling from the seat beside you exercised your ears for the first time in hours. A short succession of shutter clicks followed it, and you turned your head to the side again, only to see the lens pointed directly at you. The vintage camera clicks again, capturing your easy grin, which Natasha matched mischievously from behind the body. The camera had been a gift, from you to her, on your first anniversary together; a Nikon FM10 film camera. Practically worthless in this day and age, you’d worried for weeks before whether it was enough, or possibly too much for just one year… but when Natasha opened the gift and gasped, you knew you had chosen correctly. 

She’d told you the story early on in your relationship – you’d already known her past – of how she’d spent her years in Ohio saving all the money she could get her hands on, just to scrape enough for a camera. She’d settled on the FM10, the new model of the time, but parted with it just weeks later when the ruse was up, and she and Yelena were robbed of their possessions and returned to the Red Room; she’d watched her father crush the objects in his palm, destroying any evidence it might possess, as well as her only proof of life.

You’d known what to buy her as soon as you’d heard, and it was a possession she’d brought with her on every trip since. 

The shutter clicked a few more times, capturing scenes of Jeff’s cuteness and you at the wheel, before Natasha finally put the camera down and leaned back in her chair. From the corner of your eye, you saw her head still tilted towards you, watching your features just as you had done to her moments prior.

She knew you'd caught her the second a smile started to tug at your lips, but that didn't stop her. Even when you turned and asked smugly what she was looking at, she didn't stop. "Our shark," she lied.

"The best view for miles," you agreed.

"Well," she pointed, "hopefully that is a better view." You followed her guide to see the tips of a castle exposed among the geology of the land. You breathed a sigh of relief; all of that travelling and it would soon be over.

Jeff's nose began to twitch at that moment –a telltale sign that he was waking from his nap– accompanied by a vacuous yawn. "Mrrr," he sighed, then flipped himself back into sitting upright, even though the slouched, sleepy posture remained.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Natasha said with a small laugh. As if she hadn't woken only moments before. You scoffed at the statement, only to mimic her laugh when her stern gaze and poorly hidden smile turned in your direction.

Jeff purred again, drawing your attention as he brought a stubby arm up to his face and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Natasha's camera clicked again, just in time, and you couldn't blame her.

"That'll be a good one," you muttered to her. She smiled proudly, then nodded her agreement.

"Have you worked out where we're going yet?" Natasha asked Jeff a little while later. The castle and all the rides had vanished out of view again, but copious signs marked your destination even after Jeff had roused himself from sleep. Whether he noticed them or not was a different matter…

"Mrrrr." He shrugged.

"What did he say?"

"He doesn't know."

Natasha hummed. You glanced over and saw her chewing on her lower lip, furrowing her brows in the direction of the oblivious land shark. "I worry about his perception sometimes," she confessed, "it's like he doesn't even care where we're going."

You look in the mirror again, the little shark stared out of the window. His legs swung from his seat and he smiled as he watched the world go by.

"I don't think he does care."

"But we could be taking him anywhere, even back to MODOK's lab, and he wouldn't notice."

From the back, Jeff let out a low growl at the mention of his former captor. You and Natasha looked back and he smiled, before returning to his happy murmuring.

"He's aware of some things, at least,” you shrugged. “Mostly, I think he trusts us; he doesn’t have to care.” 

You feel Natasha's eyes on you and take her hand in yours, "it's not the same as how you were raised; he knows we're not going to trick him and he knows we'll come find him if anyone does." 

She squeezed your hand gently.

"He also can't read."

"What?!"

"He's only four, what do you expect of him?"

"I could read by that age."

"You were raised by the Red Room, love, that's not the same."

"Oh yeah? When did you start reading then?"

"Who remembers that? Oh, wait, Morgan! She's 4, right? Can she read?"

"She's 5,"

"What? I could have sworn she was just 4."

"She was babe, until her birthday party a few weeks ago. The one we went to together?"

"Oh, when Jeff almost stole the cake."

"That's it," she smiled, "she also read out her own cards then…"

You chewed your lip, looking for any excuse. Was Jeff really behind? "She's a Stark," you said at last, "they learn at an accelerated speed. It was a poor comparison actually."

Natasha scoffed and looked out of her window to hide the smile you brought to her face, but you knew it was there. For as much as she worried about the land shark, your words and the care you showed for him could remind her that Jeff would be okay. Whether he learnt to read or not, he had the two of you to support him, and that was all he needed.

Eventually, and all by himself, Jeff realised where you were headed, and let out an excited squeal to ensure you all knew too, as if you weren't the ones taking him to the destination.

It provided a laugh for you and Natasha and, when she turned in her seat and you checked the rearview mirror, neither of you could restrain a heartfelt smile at the view. Jeff's tail wagged furiously and he had propped his hands up on the base of the window, resting his head on them gently to gaze at the unmistakable turrets of Sleeping Beauty's castle.

"That's right Jeff," you confirmed, "we're going to Disneyland."

Entering the theme park, things soon strayed from the plan. Jeff was not a fan of queues, and turnstiles were too tall for him anyway, so the second you tried to enter one of those dreaded queues, Jeff was having none of it.

The land shark sprinted remarkably fast for such a short-legged creature. He bounded towards the entrance with an eager grin and a round, aerodynamic body… while you scowled and sprinted behind him. You dove towards the land shark and caught him just before he slipped through the turnstiles. 

With one arm wrapped securely around Jeff, you fumbled to find and replace your cap, then smiled awkwardly at the employee working the gates. Jeff adjusted his fake moustache and glasses (that he'd insisted upon 'for the disguise'), then flopped over your shoulder, complaining that if he had to wait in the queue, you could at least carry him.

Natasha took him off your hands when you returned, doing her best not to laugh at your dishevelled state, while you got the tickets ready on your phone. Her free hand dusted off your clothes then took your hand in hers.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"Emotionally or physically?"

"Both."

"Physically; I definitely scraped my elbow. Is it bleeding? I can't see, but do you know how hard that floor is? You would think that they'd design it for adults to chase their children around." You sighed. "Emotionally, I'm not sure I'm ready for the 'Avenger faceplants at Disneyland' articles."

"Then consider them gone," Natasha promised, confirming it with a kiss on your forehead.

"With so many people around?"

"You've known me for years, Y/N. I've been called the best agent anyone had ever seen in several organisations. And you don't think I can stop some photos from leaking? That's child's play, love."

She smirked through the speech. You loved when her cockiness came out; a fact she was well aware of and perfectly happy to exploit.

"And your elbow is bleeding, I have some band-aids, front pocket of my rucksack."

With unspoken understanding, Natasha turned to the side to give you access to her bag. Jeff took the opportunity to give you an apologetic lick, and you smiled at the gesture.

"It's alright, Jeff, you're forgiven," you said, with an accompanying pat to the land shark's head. He purred at the touch.

"Here, let me," Natasha said, taking the band-aid from you when she saw you struggling to apply it. She handed Jeff over, then knelt down to the level of your injured arm and smoothed the bandage over the wound, rubbing it gently. "Better?"

"Certainly easier."

By then, the queue had finally passed, so she took the shark off of your arm (still not trusting him to run free) and let you scan them through.

Finally, after a cross-country road trip and Jeff-induced hurdles, you had made it. 

Thinking the difficulties were behind you, Natasha set Jeff back down onto the ground and threaded her fingers with yours, smiling that the mission-level planning of this Disneyland trip seemed to be paying off.

This, however, was a mistake.

Despite having no knowledge of the park's layout, nor of yours and Natasha's plans, Jeff confidently took the lead. He ambled ahead without even a brief glance back to check you were following.

Jeff's route was, of course, the exact opposite direction to the route you had planned ahead of time, but the land shark would not be dissuaded and, after a regretful look shared with your fiancée, the two of you took off after him.

He broke into a faster run the more excited he got, causing a slight issue given the whole park was designed to foster joy and exhilaration. Luckily for you, Jeff was also an easily distracted little creature – meaning his full-pace sprint stopped the second he caught sight of the mascot not too far from the entrance: his favourite character, Dug the dog.

Jeff turned slowly to look back at you and Natasha, as if checking this figure was real. Through panted breaths and clutching the stitch on your side, you gave him a thumbs up, setting him off like a shot again. Natasha was fairing only slightly better, breathing heavily beside you, but she still gave you a sympathetic pat on the back before managing to walk after the shark.

The mascot of Dug the dog, thankfully without a queue, soon saw the land shark storming towards him and knelt to the ground, avoiding a total knockout when Jeff leapt into his arms. Whoever was in the costume seemed to be just as big a fan of Jeff as Jeff was of them, rewarding him with plenty of hugs and scratches as he pranced around on their lap. His tail wagged so fast that you feared a tornado would form in his wake, but the mascot didn't mind – they just fell to the floor and spun with Jeff.

Natasha did eventually step in to calm the shark, and thank Dug, but it took another five minutes and several photos of Jeff with his hero before he could finally be convinced to part.

Even then, he had to be lifted back onto Natasha's shoulder, and slumped at the loss of his friend. 

"Wait 'til he sees the actual plan," you whisper. Natasha laughed, then readjusted Jeff; he lay over it, already looking tired, but mustered just enough energy to wave at his new-found friend for as long as he was in sight.

You held the paper map up as you walked, Natasha and yourself talking through the different options to get you back towards your initial destination. The plan reformed on the fly, and soon enough, you were there; the bright blue lights and familiar logo rewarding your shortcuts and crowd dodging.

"Mrrr?" Jeff cooed, finally giving up on his search for Dug and turning himself on Nat's shoulder to face forwards. He squirmed and stretched his legs until the Widow put him on the ground, at which point he took a few careful steps forward, then looked back at you. 

"Mrrrr." Jeff concluded after copious sniffing, then hurried to stop you and Natasha in your tracks. He ran in front of your legs and held two hands up in a 'stop' sign.

The land shark huffed indignantly when Natasha dared to laugh, before turning and launching into a rushed speech that you alone could understand.

"Jeff…Jeff slow down." You crouched down to be almost eye level with the shark, his nervous ramblings giving way to heavy breathing when you put a hand on where his shoulder would be, if he actually had them.

"It's not a trap, okay?" Natasha softened as she realised Jeff's worry. "We know it's not the real Avengers Campus, we're still on the other side of the country. This is just a theme park with lots of fun rides and characters, so everyone else gets the Avengers experience without having to live there like we do."

"Mrrrr?"

"Yeah, it helps the public feel a bit more involved, then they like us more!"

"Mrrrr!?"

"I'm not sure there's a Jeff ride just yet, buddy, but maybe someday."

"Mrrrr."

"You're right, you're right. It would."

"What's he saying?" Natasha asked when you stood up, Jeff finally deciding to walk, not run, between you and Natasha while he addressed the environment.

"He thinks there should be a Jeff ride here because then everyone would love the Avengers."

"He's not wrong."

"Your dad wasn't a fan."

"He's come around. I think seeing Jeff in the suit is all it took."

"I told you he needed to make a good first impression!" you laughed, leaning down to get a high five from Jeff.

"Well when you packed a Jeff sized suit, I didn't know you were planning to propose."

"Greatest spy in the world, huh?" you smirk, "and she didn't even know I was going to propose. We fooled her, Jeff!"

Jeff wagged his tail and ran in a circle around you – something you had picked up to mean excitement – before settling in front of you and staring up with large watery eyes.

"Mrrr?"

"No, there's still no Jeff ride. It takes a bit longer than 30 seconds for them to build one."

Jeff whined again, huffing and stamping his foot this time.

"We'll talk to Disney, right Nat? Then we can come here again once a Jeff ride is built. You can even help with the planning, Jeff, would you like that?"

"Mrrrrr"

"Good boy." Natasha met your eyes with the hint of a smile, silently communicating how amusing she found your conversations with Jeff. Thanks to you replying in a way that revealed what Jeff had said, but paraphrased, the Black Widow got to watch your interactions like a show, while you were left to deal with Jeff's tantrums.

"Why don't we go on a ride," Natasha said suddenly, "I heard there's a Spider-Man adventure, how about we help your old friend out, hm Jeff?"

The land shark perked up in an instant, Natasha's words carrying his complaints away like the wind. The 'Jeff ride extravaganza' (a work in progress title, according to the shark) was all but forgotten as Jeff hurried around the campus in search of his friend and favourite hero, Spiderman. You'd never dared ask Jeff where you and Natasha ranked on that list.

"MRRRRR!!" 

Jeff tugged at the edge of your shoe – presumably he'd been aiming for your trouser leg, but his gaze was so transfixed on the sight before him that he didn't notice. You looked down anyway, tapping Natasha's shoulder so that she'd follow your line of sight and see the land shark's tight grip on your shoe too. Her camera emerged again to snap a picture before the both of you followed Jeff's gaze.

Once you saw the red and blue figure atop the fake Compound, you understood why Jeff had been possessed by the spirit of a squirrel-stalking dog.

"Hey Sharon. Let's do an altitude test for the new improvements," you heard the mascot say. 'Sharon?' Natasha mouthed; you shrugged. Jeff still watched with rapt attention, ignoring yours and Natasha's silent conversation behind him about who authorised this.

'Fury?' you signed, 'did Tony and Peter show him this?'

Natasha shook her head. 'Probably just Hill.'

"Mrrrr," Jeff interrupted sadly, then stretched his front legs until he was laying down and resting his head on his hands.

"What's wrong, Jeff?"

He sighed again, and weakly tipped his head up to the roof of the complex. At some point in your conversation with Natasha, Spiderman had disappeared, and only Jeff had been watching to see where.

But then the music swelled – you just wanted to know who composed a whole theme song for Peter – and Spiderman's voice blasted from the speakers again.

"Clear the runway, Spiderman is clear for takeoff!"

Jeff screamed, causing the eyes of half the audience to miss the Spiderman animatronic's big stunt because they turned to face your family instead.

"Is that Jeff?" someone whispered.

Jeff composed himself for the group, and readjusted his disguise glasses.

"No, Jeff doesn't wear glasses."

"Maybe it's a new look."

Jeff cowered, his tiny form bundling itself between your legs. He hadn't expected the attention, or prepared himself for it, but he trusted you, and looked up with pleading eyes in a beg for help. 

You froze on the spot. Through the Avengers, you'd been subjected to constant public attention and media scrutiny, and been enrolled in almost monthly classes for dealing with it. You thought you had it all handled, but when the questioning eyes were on your Jeff, suddenly you lost all functionality.

Natasha noticed straightaway and, unlike you, stepped into action. She scooped Jeff out from your legs into her arms with a "let's go, son," and even placed her coveted disguise cap on his dorsal fin for him to take comfort in the anonymity.

You hurried behind her and put your own cap on her head. She smiled, and the two of you hurried into the closest building, skipping the queues due to the pre-planned fast-pass tickets you'd bought just for this ride. Mission planning was always your speciality, and this was no different; forward thinking made for an easier trip.

The attendant let you through without a hassle, and guided the three of you into your own section of the pod. Natasha went in first, set Jeff down on the bench beside her, then you followed. 

While you waited for everyone to load onto the ride, a small nudge to your arms had both you and Natasha looking at the land shark between you. He hung his head, not looking at either of you after the nudge, then clenched his hand into a fist and moved it in a clockwise circle over his chest – the sign for 'sorry'.

"You don't have to apologise, Jeff-"

"-I should be saying sorry more." 

Natasha flicked you sharply on your shoulder, then played it off as wrapping an arm around Jeff. "Neither of you should be apologising," she said firmly.

"You should be apologising for just now," you muttered, "that hurt."

"Alright, sorry love."

"Apology accepted."

"The point is," Natasha continued, now that you were done with interruptions, "neither of you did anything wrong. Jeff, you were just scared for Peter, it was a high jump-"

"Mrrrr. Mrrrr." Jeff interrupted this time and Natasha looked up at you for a translation.

"Not Peter. Spiderman."

"Jeff, they're-"

Thankfully, the land shark still had his head bowed, so he didn't see you urgently signing for Natasha to cut herself off and mouthing that you'd talk about it later. For Jeff, his friends Peter Parker and Spiderman were two different people, and no amount of explanation from you had ever managed to convince him otherwise, even when you'd had Peter put the mask on right in front of Jeff, his lack of object permanence prevented him from connecting the dots.

Maybe Jeff really was behind his peers…

Regardless, Natasha dropped the topic and corrected herself. "Scared for Spiderman then – he's your friend, of course you'd be worried about his stunts, and your reaction was natural. You remember when I came home with my arm all wrapped up?"

Jeff nodded. Natasha's eyes met yours when she continued her speech, conveying all the worry and fear she'd felt to you while keeping an even voice for Jeff. "I was worried about Y/N because they were doing some dangerous things too, like Spiderman, and I reacted without thinking-"

"Aaarms up, ladies and gentlemen…and… shark?" the attendant interrupted. Jeff stretched his arms as high up as they could go while the bar was lowered onto your laps. Then you were left alone again.

"I did get hurt but it was for the best because Y/N didn't," Natasha finished. She lay her hand in the centre of the bar and you took it, squeezing it in an attempt to comfort her. Jeff did a better job though, resting his head down to lay on your interlocked hands. 

"Oh, and Y/N?" The tone of her voice changed in an instant, and you knew what was coming. "I'm gonna destroy you in this game, so you better not freeze."

"Jeff gets a whole motivational speech and I get that, how nice of you my love," you said with a playful roll of your eyes. She grinned at you, knowing this was what you needed more than the speech she gave Jeff. Then the two of you stuck your arms out in the classic Spiderman pose, Jeff following your leads, and your Webslingers ride began.

The pod shuttled you from room to room, each filled to the brim with tiny arachnid robots, threatening to overwhelm the room's Spiderman projection.

Jeff has the time of his life; it was the superhero experience he always wanted to have, helping to protect his favourite hero. You wondered if this would boost you and Natasha higher up his list; he might still complain that you won't let him accompany you on real missions, but you let him do this, so that should count for something, right?

With the way he cuddled into your side at the end, you hoped so. Or it could have just been boastful, since he'd beaten you by just a few points, his energetic wrist flicks giving him the edge to beat you. 

Natasha beat you both, and she wasn't humble about it, nor was she afraid to rub it in the face of her 4 year old, land shark son.

"It's not fair," you complained to Jeff, "she has wrist weapons on missions too, her whole job is practice for this."

Jeff mrrr'd his agreement.

"Don't be a sore loser; this was all skill," Natasha boasted, pulling Jeff to sit on her shoulders. He giggled when you stuck a tongue out at your fiancée. She blew a kiss back, never wiping the smirk from her face.

You pulled the map out of your pocket the instant your group stepped back into the light. Something on there would let you get your own back on Natasha – you were sure of it – but, as it turned out, you needed to look no further than the area you were already in.

“Um, miss… are you the Black Widow?” a small voice asked.

Natasha beamed, “well, yes, I-” Her smile dropped when she turned to see the young girl who had been talking, with red hair braided just like Natasha’s. More specifically, she trailed off when she saw the child was still metres away with her back turned…because she wasn’t talking to Natasha.

“Oh honey, I sure am! Would you like a picture?” The mascot replied in an exaggerated American lilt, excitement bleeding from every syllable. She showed the young girl how to pose, and together they crouched to the ground with one leg bent and the other straight, then held out an arm to imitate shooting her Widow’s bites. 

The scarlet that coloured the (real) Black Widow’s face could be compared only to the hue of Wanda’s powers. If you hadn’t applied her sunscreen yourself that morning, you’d have pulled her out of the sun and told her to put more on. Then again, you couldn’t risk it with a redhead… you’d apply more later, but there was one more pressing job that you needed to do first.

You pressed it slowly, as if that might mute the sound completely, and yet…

*click*

Your fiancée's gaze shot to you. "Don't you dare."

"Too late."

Natasha snatched the phone from your hands and left your arms hanging in the space between you and her. Jeff shuffled closer before you could chase after her, and began to hop underneath them. You quickly conceded, picking him up and cradling him in place of the phone… and then chasing Natasha. 

She hadn’t run far and, while Jeff purred happily, she groaned in irritation. 

“Anyone in the world-” Natasha pushed the phone into your chest. Jeff grabbed it eagerly, allowing a glimpse of the open messages. “Anyone in the world and you had to send it to her? She’s going to have that over me for years.” 

You peered over Jeff’s shoulder to read the messages more clearly. "I KNEW IT." was Yelena’s reply. "I TOLD HER SO. IT IS HER POSE AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT!!!" Given the sibling rivalry between the two, this was quite a significant score against your fiancée, but there was nothing she did better than revenge. When the next match came in this never-ending war, you would be supporting Natasha in a ploy against your future sister-in-law. You can never lose if you fight both sides.

Regardless of your precarious position, you’d learnt long ago that Natasha doesn’t take after her arachnid counterpart in the way she treats her partners…most of the time… so you felt brave enough to push her one step further.

“You know, the whole team would probably want to see this,” you teased, “go over and pose with her! We’ll take a photo, maybe even get it framed. Tony would put it front and centre in the common room, trust me on that.”

Jeff cooed and nodded along with your words. He still had your phone, and unfortunately, you and Natasha were too preoccupied pulling faces at each other to watch how he used it.

“Mrrrr.” Jeff laughed again. The phone was constantly buzzing in his hands, so much so that you could feel the vibrations through his body.

“Jeff,” Natasha said slowly, each syllable perfectly enunciated in a false display of serenity, “can I please see that phone for a second?”

Ever the teacher’s pet, he nodded once again and handed the phone over. Natasha’s jaw clenched as she inhaled deeply, trying to keep her cool, before turning the phone around to show it to you. 

Jeff had recorded both of you mocking each other with all the grace and maturity of 5-year-olds on the playing field, the false Widow still posing in the background. Then, taking your inadvertent advice, he’d sent it to the Avengers group chat, where the team wasted no time in making memes and mockery of the pair of you. 

“Alright,” Natasha said at last, eerily calm, “Y/N, time to get the map out. Whatever the biggest, scariest ride is… we’re putting Jeff on it.” 

Her facade broke instantly as she rushed forward and scooped Jeff from your arms. He squealed with joy as she threw him up into the air, then giggled in Natasha’s arms when she caught him. “Come on you rascal, time to show you what these rides are really about.”

She ran off, Jeff clinging to her neck, and for what felt like the hundredth time that day, you found yourself chasing after your shark. You wouldn’t change a thing.

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character​ @wolferine (if anyone else wants to be added to this list, just give me a message)

[qsphyxias]

ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ, ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ! ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ!

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; you + pete are dating, and you're about to have the house all to yourselves— but peter has to wait to do so, and he gets impatient. basically.

warnings ; m! reader (he/him), cussing, suggestive, a bit unorganized, unedited so probably typos, you have parents (lol he doesn't), also tom's spiderman

note ; this was going to go so much more different than i wanted it to!! i wanted it to be like peter was texting you and he was outside your window and like, frustrated bc he did not know if you liked him, and then you told him to come over or something and idk WHAT IS THIS . inspidered by the song below

words ; 1.2k +

⊱ ───── {⋅𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 - 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤⋅} ───── ⊰

It was a nice, warm winter evening— or at least, it felt warm to Peter considering how much he was sweating that day. With a disgruntled string of curses, Peter whipped out his phone as he balanced himself on a lamp post, ready to text Ned and ask him if he remembered how to turn on the air conditioning in his suit.

Despite the gross feeling of his suit sticking to his thighs and pits, Peter continued to hesitate on sending that shameful text message. Not because it was the middle of December, or how Peter could not (or would not) tell Ned the very irrational reason why he needed those puffs of air in his suit— no, it was because of love, that's why! That's why he was sitting on a lamppost, worriedly watching you outside your house awaiting your incoming text message.

"God, I sound like an idiot. Oh god, I probably look like an idiot too." Peter grumbled, with his hands resting on his face and fingers set strategically, so he'd still be able to see through them, and into your bedroom window. Not creepy at all, no.

Before you harshly judge Peter's actions, (and rightfully so,) let it be known why he was doing it in the first place!

Just a couple of minutes ago, you two were texting (passionately)—as hormonal teenage boys do—until all of a sudden, you sent the following;

"My parents are about to leave to go check out some real estate property. They probably won't be back until 10 PM, at the earliest— wanna come over? I've gotta beat someone at Smash Bros."

What!? Peter was ecstatic, he was just about ready to go—having already slung on his pants and T-shirt with his webbing with one hand as he watched his phone screen with the other, like a hawk.

"Oh but, maybe wait a couple of minutes because my mom lost her phone and she'll probably take a few. I'll get you back with an update."

Nooooooooooo!

Oh, you. You... Evil, teasing, handsome, mischievous, terrifying you. If only you knew what you had just unleashed.

Despite your friendly reminder that Peter had to wait before he could smash you- I mean, play Smash with you, he did not care. Instead, he decided that a couple of minutes in the cold, waiting outside your room would be nothing to the spectacular Spider-man.

Also, because he made a giant webby mess in his room and he did not want to be home when Aunt May sees it.

And now we're back here; back to Peter sitting and waiting out on a lamppost, alone, and sweaty in the cold—which was ironic because he thought that his major problem of today would be the weather, not his hormones. He thought the latter would come easy, and oh boy, to say it did not.

"Ugh, come on S/o's mom! Find your damn phone already!" Peter moped as he watched your mom roam your room, searching for her phone helplessly—

—until, he saw it.

Her phone! Peter near jumped off the lamp post to try and catch your attention and point at the phone resting on the window sill, until he luckily realized that that was not a good idea.

Instead, Pete opted for whipping his phone out, texting furiously with his cold, but clammy fingers. "S/O!!! TELL YOUR MOM TO CHECK ON YOUR WINDOW SILL!!!!"

Wait, no, try again.

"Hey, you know I lost my phone last week and I actually ended up finding it on my window sill hahah, maybe check there?"

Nice and smooth.

Peter internally high-fived himself as he watched you pick up your phone from his angle. Followed by your sudden diversion of your attention to your window, then your gasp, and then your funny reaction of rapidly pointing at your window sill like a crazy person, where your mom's phone rested. With a relieved smile, your mom kissed you on your cheek and waved you goodbye, to which you turned red and—to Peter's dismay—closed the curtains. Gee, looks like you really hoped no one saw that exchange of mom kisses.

"Fuck!" Well this sucks. Now Peter can't watch you from your window like a— Ding!

A notification from you! Hooray! Who cares about the window, now he'll get to see the real thing!

"Thanks for the tip, bro! turns out her phone was in the exact location you just sent me— isn't that funny? Anyway, she's leaving soon, so you should probably start getting ready to leave."

Peter sighed, "If only he knew."

The familiar sound of an engine revving up caused Peter to perk up, now paying attention to the car that just pulled out your driveway which could be no other than your parents. Mission complete, Peter could now take action and tame his hormonal tendencies.

"All clear!" You quickly sent him, thinking there was no possible way he was as excited as you were-

Until a knock interrupted your thoughts.

You opened the door, shocked at the sweaty man you saw before you. "Peter?"

"Hi." With a smile like that, you could never have known he had just stripped himself naked and stuffed his suit into his backpack in seconds flat, prior to meeting you.

"But I just sent you the message? How did you get here so fast?" You laughed exasperatedly, ushering him in quickly before your parents could come back and kick him out.

"Love... finds a way?" He chuckled awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't have to explain his stalker-ish tendencies.

You could only shake your head, and laugh as you wasted no more time to pounce on him, letting him pick you up and bring you to the room he was just staring into not long ago. "Wow, strong too." You commented, to which he reacted bashfully.

You patted him on the arm, signalling your desire to descend from the soft pillows Pete calls his biceps. "Okay, this is getting demeaning— put me down."

The bed gave a good tiny bounce as you both settled onto the bed, with you getting comfortable just sitting on his chest. ""Love finds a way," huh?" Peter could only shrug, "Yup." not wanting to say anymore.

"So you love me?" You paraphrased his once thought-through quote, and replaced it with "disastrous gay blurbs."

"Love? Oh, did I say love?- I just meant- I mean, if you want- but I thought we were at the "like-like" stage? But I mean, if you're uncomfortable I can totally just-"

You interrupted him with a cackle, "Like-like stage? You did not just say that." A deadpan expression rested upon your features, something that screamed, "You are better than that." —causing Peter to flush even more than before. "Shut up." He muttered dejectedly, flopping face-first into your pillows. "I thought you were actually offended!" his words were muffled, but the true embarrassment laced in his words still came through.

In your defence, "I was!"

"No, you weren't," Peter corrected, "No, I wasn't." You repeated.

"You're mean." He stated, getting up from his fetal position and throwing one of your pillows at you. "But you love me." You reminded, a shit-eating grin decorating your features, laughing before getting a mouthful of pillow and suddenly, not laughing anymore.

"Correction, I "like-like" you." Peter climbed on top of you, you who had been pillow-beaten to death. "Ugh, back to the "like-like" stage, so much worse than the bro stage!" You feigned despair, a ghost of a smile still peaking through your grimace.

It only took seconds for Peter to make the decision he usually has trouble with— the decision to kiss you.

And let's just say, thank god your parents decided to overnight it at the real estate building.

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Hi if you write about Bucky Barnes can you write about an intense tickle fight between him and the reader?

Bucky and Reader: Found Family

Summary: See prompt above :)

(My first non-Spiderman tickle fic AND my first reader fic! ❤️ I've seen and read a few Bucky related things and I hope I captured him the way you wanted Anon :) please let me know what you think and if you would like to see more in the future ❤️ Enjoy!)

"Where are you going?"

You quickly backed away from the man in front of you. Your arms were outstretched to keep him away and a wobbly smile was on your face. "Dohon't!"

"Don't what?" Bucky followed each step you took.

"Yohou know whahat!"

"Ihi really don't. If you could specify, that would be helpful."

The blush on your face darkened. "Stahay back ohold man!"

"Old man!"

"Yeheah! Grandpa!"

Bucky growled. "Oh, now you're gonna get it!"

You squealed and bolted as your friend chased after you.

When you first met Bucky, the giant super soldier had terrified you. As you guys had gotten to know each other over the years, the older super soldier had adopted you as an honorary little sibling. And in true older sibling fashion, when he had accidentally found out you were ticklish, your death sentence was sealed.

You had been watching tickle gifs on your phone when Bucky had curiously peered over your shoulder. When he saw the gifs and listened to you trip over your own explanation, a slow grin had spread across his face. Ever since, he had been bent on tickling you whenever he got the chance. Like now, after you had been a brat to him all afternoon.

Even as Bucky tackled you to the floor, you refused to admit this was your doing. "Noo! Bucky! Doohohon't!"

"After the way you just behaved?" The super soldier cracked his knuckles. "Yeah right."

"No, wait!" You pleaded as your hands were pinned under his knees. "Ihi'm sorryhy!"

"Now you're sorry?"

"Yehes!"

Bucky studied your face. "Yeheah yohou're sorry alright."

Your eyes grew wide as those mischievous fingers slowly lowered toward you. "Buhucky."

"Sorry your legs weren't faster."

You squealed as those fingers made contact with your ribs, a weak spot Bucky loved to exploit. "AHH! YOHOUR HANDS!"

"Ahare tickling yohou?"

"AHARE FREEZIHING!"

The taller super soldier flexed his metal hand. "Are they now?"

"Yes!"

Bucky shrugged before slipping that same hand under your shirt to scratch at your bare ribs. "It is on the chilly side. Can you warm it up for me?"

"EEEEEH!"

"Thank you so much little one."

Since you loved to tease Bucky about how much of a grandpa he was, he loved to tease you about how much a child you were.

"NOHOT LIHITTLE!"

"Such a tiny baby." Bucky teasingly cooed as he scooped you up with one arm while keeping the metal hand stayed close to your ribs. "I can hold you like a little football."

Your cheeks started heating up. "Yohou hahave super stehength!"

Bucky smirked. He slipped his arm out of your shirt and under your knees so he could swing you back and forth. "Why are you so cranky baby?"

You shoved Bucky's chest. "Shuhut up!"

The super soldier laughed at you. "Yohou call mehe ohold, Ihi call yohou baby."

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Grandpa."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The super soldier slid your shirt up. "You just don't learn do you little one?"

Before you could respond, Bucky pulled you up to blow a raspberry into your tummy.

The loudest squeal yet erupted from your mouth. Your legs kicked like crazy as your hands rested on Bucky's head. Your laughter also turned high pitched as Bucky began nuzzling his facial hair across your tummy and up your ribs making your legs thrash wildly. The added tips of his long hair dragging across your skin made tge whole situation even more ticklish

It was torturous yet fun at the same time.

Once your tummy and ribs had a nice pinkish hue from the facial hair, Bucky lowered you back down. "Awww, your cheeks and tummy match."

"Shuhu---shuhu---."

"Come on baby, yohou can do it. Just sohound it ohout."

You shoved the older man again. "Shuhut uhup!"

"There you go. Yohou dihid it!"

You poked out your bottom lip into the most dramatic pout you could. "Yohou're pickihing on mehe!"

"No I'm not. I'm trying to encourage you!"

With a little maneuvering, you managed to slip a hand up and push against Bucky's face. The brief distraction allowed you to slip out of the super soldier's grip. Once free, you jumped behind Bucky and dug into his ribs.

The older man let out a high-pitched squeal of his own and toppled to the side. "Y/N! NAHAHA!"

"Awwahaw, whose a tickwish wittwe baby now? Yohouw awre! Yes youw awre!"

"IHIM GOHOING TOHO KIHILL YOHOU!"

"Ooo!" You moved your hands up his ribs to his armpits. "Ihi'm so threatened by the big scawy sowldiewr."

"NAAAHA! NAHAHAT THEHERE!"

You finally brought your fingers to a halt. "Awre youwr awrmpits toow tickwy?"

With a smirk on his face and a giggle in his throat, Bucky managed to bring his arms up. Before you could retaliate, he wiggled his fingers into your armpits as he pulled you down on top of him.

"Ahh!"

An arm wrapped around you and pinned you in place. "If yohou wahanted more tickles Y/N, ahall you hahad to doho was ahask."

You squealed as Bucky's free hand kept wiggling into your armpit. "BUCKYYYY!"

"Yohour such a squirmy baby Y/N. Ihits ahadorable."

A snort slipped out before you could stop it.

"Awww." Bucky moved his hand down to your tummy. "Ahand snohorty too."

Your giggles turned bubbly as you melted into the touch. "Nahat aha bahaby!"

"Awww, yohour a little puddle ohof goo nohow." One of his fingers slipped into your belly button.

"Eep! Gehet ohout ohof thehere!"

"What's wrong?" The older man leaned closer to whisper. "Doews the baby have toow tickwish of a giggwe button?"

"Squee! Yohou know Ihi doho!"

"Ihi do knohow. That's what mahakes ihit so funny toho tickle."

"Buhucky!" You snorted. "Plehease!"

The finger attacking your belly button finally moved away from your tummy to your hips. "Yohour just so cute."

"Nahat cuhuUUUUTE!"

Bucky's fingers kept tickling your hips. "You're such an adorable baby. Little baby Y/N. Too itty-bitty for big adult things. Too teeny tiny to be anything but adorable."

"Sh-shuhut it yohou." The goofy grin on your face did not make the threat very intimidating.

Bucky playfully patted your tummy before he wrapped you in a hug. "Lohove you squirt."

"Lohove yohou too jeherk."

You really did love him, even if he did treat you like a baby. He was a good friend that made you feel comfortable with your love for tickling while you helped him to feel comfortable with his.

He really was the best found family you had.

[zapreportsblog]

❝when I look at you I see stars❞

✭ pairing : Hobie brown x reader

✭ fandom : spiderman into the spiderverse

✭ summary : (Y/n) and Hobie have been dating for a couple of months now and Hobie decided to take her to visit the spiderverse

✭ authors note : this fic is based off of this post by @pearlsinmyhair

✭ spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist

(Y/N) stood in her room, phone pressed against her ear as she chatted away with her friend. She absentmindedly painted her nails black, carefully adding white stars and other designs to create a punk-inspired manicure. It was a typical day for her, and she was used to Hobie's unconventional entrances. He was her boyfriend, after all, and his Spider-Punk persona was just part of the package.

As she chatted away, a familiar presence made itself known in her room. Hobie, or Spiderman as he liked to call himself, had arrived through a portal created by his trusty portal transmitter watch. He snuck up behind her, giving her a sweet little head kiss, interrupting her conversation.

Startled, (Y/N) turned around to face him, still holding the phone to her ear. She smiled at him, used to his surprise appearances. "Hey, darlin. What's up?" she asked nonchalantly.

Hobie grinned, his mischievous eyes sparkling. ”Aye, babe. I've got a little adventure planned for us," he said, his voice full of excitement.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "An adventure, huh? What did you have in mind?"

Hobie's grin widened as he explained his plan. "I was thinking about taking you to the Spiderverse. You know, show you where I come from, the different versions of me. It'll be like a mini-vacation, just you and me."

(Y/N) paused, considering his proposal. She knew how much Hobie loved his rebellious antics, and the idea of exploring different dimensions did sound intriguing. However, she also knew the risks involved. Miguel, Hobie's mentor and the original Spiderman, had strict rules about not meddling with other universes. The only reason why she knew of it was because her boyfriend had a habit of ranting to her about how stuck up the man was.

Still, (Y/N) loved the thrill of adventure, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to spend time with Hobie. "Alright, darling. I’ll bite," she said with a smirk. "But you're gonna have to wait for my nails to dry and for me to change my clothes. Can't go on an adventure looking like this."

Hobie chuckled, his eyes shining with excitement. "Fair enough, my favorite girl. Take your time. I'll be right here, patiently waiting."

(Y/N) ended her call, put her phone down, and turned her attention back to Hobie. She leaned in, giving him a quick kiss before heading over to her dresser to pick out a new outfit. As she changed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. She knew that with Hobie, every adventure was bound to be unforgettable.

Once her nails were dry and she was ready, (Y/N) walked back to where Hobie was waiting. She took his hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alright, Spiderman. Lead the way. Let's see what this Spiderverse is all about."

Hobie grinned, activating his portal transmitter watch once again. With a flash of light, the portal opened before them, revealing a multitude of dimensions waiting to be explored. Hand in hand, (Y/N) and Hobie stepped through, ready to embark on their thrilling adventure together.

Hobie and (Y/n) found themselves in the intricate web of the Spider-Verse, a multiverse that held countless adventures and perils. Hobie, always prepared for the unexpected, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glowing bracelet. Its design resembled a tiny punk-rock chain, adorned with a spider emblem.

He took (Y/n)'s wrist gently, helping her place the bracelet beside her beaded ones. The moment it clicked into place, the bracelet emitted a faint, soothing glow.

Hobie explained, his voice filled with a hint of mischief, "This is a day pass bracelet, babe. It's gonna help you stop glitching in the Spider-Verse. You know how chaotic this place can get."

(Y/n) eyed the bracelet curiously, then rewarded Hobie's thoughtfulness with a playful kiss on the chin. He grinned at her sweet gesture, his heart warmed by her affection.

Unable to resist the urge, Hobie leaned in and captured her lips in a tender kiss. It was a brief but passionate exchange, sealing their bond in the face of the unknown.

As they broke apart, Hobie took (Y/n)'s hand firmly in his own. He looked into her eyes with a determined expression. "Stay close to my side, okay?"

(Y/n) nodded, her playful smirk never leaving her face. "Yes, sir."

Hobie and (Y/n) ventured deeper into the Spider-Verse, where countless iterations of Spider-People swung through the cityscape and dimensions collided in a mesmerizing symphony of chaos and order. Hobie led the way with confidence, and (Y/n) stuck close to his side as he explained various aspects of this peculiar realm.

He gestured to a bustling building with a neon sign that read "Spider Cafe." "This is the cafeteria," he explained. "It's where all the many Spider-Men and Spider-Women meet up to refuel. There's something special about Spider Dave's donuts; he makes some of the best in the multiverse."

(Y/n)'s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she heard about Spider Dave's donuts. "Oh, I definitely want to try some of those," she exclaimed, her appetite piqued.

Hobie grinned at her enthusiasm, and they made their way into the bustling cafe. Inside, they were met with a diverse array of Spider-Folk, each from a different dimension, chatting and enjoying their meals.

The aroma of freshly baked donuts wafted through the air, enticing (Y/n) even more. Hobie led her to the counter, where a friendly, portly Spider-Man with a chef's hat greeted them.

"Hey, spiderman!" Spider Dave greeted, a warm smile on his face. "Who's your friend?"

Hobie introduced (Y/n) with a grin. "SpiderDave, this is (Y/n). She's new to the Spider-Verse, and she's dying to try your legendary donuts."

Spider Dave chuckled heartily. "Well, you've come to the right place, (Y/n)! What can I get you?"

(Y/n) peered into the glass display, her mouth watering at the sight of various donuts with spider-themed decorations. "I'll take a chocolate web-spin, please!"

Spider Dave swiftly boxed up a chocolate web-spin donut, handing it to (Y/n) with a flourish. She accepted it with a grin, her taste buds tingling in anticipation.

Hobie ordered his usual, a classic Spider-Punk blackberry donut, and soon they found a cozy corner to sit and enjoy their treats.

As (Y/n) took her first bite of the chocolate web-spin donut, her eyes widened in delight. It was everything Hobie had promised—soft, sweet, and utterly delicious.

Hobie leaned in, stealing a playful bite from her donut. "Told you it was worth it."

(Y/n) laughed, savoring the moment. As they enjoyed Spider Dave's donuts together, they knew that this adventure through the Spider-Verse was turning out to be as exhilarating and unforgettable as they had hoped.

With the taste of Spider Dave's donuts still lingering on their lips, Hobie and (Y/n) continued their tour through the bustling Spider-Verse. Hobie was an excellent tour guide, explaining the nuances of this unique realm with enthusiasm. (Y/n) couldn't help but be captivated by his passion and the vibrancy of the Spider-Verse.

As they strolled through the Spider-Verse cityscape, Hobie spotted familiar figures in the distance. Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles, his close friends and fellow Spider-People, were swinging their way toward them.

Hobie flashed a mischievous grin at (Y/n) and without warning, he scooped her up over his shoulder. She squealed in surprise, laughter bubbling out of her as they soared through the air. It was a thrilling ride that left her a giggling mess.

Upon landing gracefully, Hobie placed her down gently, and she wobbled a bit on her feet, still giddy from the experience.

Pavitr, Miles, and Gwen approached, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Hobie with a new face. Hobie, always one to keep things casual, introduced his friends to his girlfriend with a playful flair.

"Lads and gal, meet (Y/n)," he said with pride, a fond smile directed at her.

Pavitr and Miles immediately bombarded her with questions about her world and her journey into the Spider-Verse, their curiosity insatiable. Gwen, on the other hand, groaned and playfully pushed the boys away.

"Give the girl some space, you two. She's not here for an interrogation," Gwen scolded them, coming to (Y/n)'s defense.

(Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at the camaraderie between the Spider-Friends. She introduced herself warmly, shaking hands with Gwen and sharing a knowing look, as if silently agreeing that boys could be quite the handful.

With the boys locked in their own animated conversation about various Spider-Verse shenanigans, (Y/n) and Gwen drifted off to the side, forming their own connection. As they chatted and shared stories, (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on her.

As (Y/n) and Gwen drifted away from the boys, engaged in their own conversation, Hobie couldn't help but steal a lingering glance at his girlfriend's departing figure. His eyes were drawn to her perky and perfectly sized rear, a sight that never failed to captivate him.

However, it wasn't just her lovely form that had captured his attention this time. It was the pair of jeans she was wearing, which were new to him. They were dark blue with vibrant red stars artfully embroidered on the backside.

Hobie couldn't contain his appreciation for the stylish choice she had made. Under his breath, he mumbled, "Damn."

Pavitr, who had been observing Hobie's expression with a raised eyebrow, turned to him and asked, "What's got you muttering, mate?"

Hobie couldn't help but grin mischievously, his eyes still locked on (Y/n) as she walked away. "I'm seein' stars here, mate."

Pavitr chuckled and shook his head, understanding the sentiment entirely. After all, in the Spider-Verse, where extraordinary sights and adventures awaited at every turn, sometimes it was the little things, like the sight of stars on your girlfriend's jeans, that left the biggest impression.

As (Y/n) continued her conversation with Gwen, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone's eyes were on her. It was a peculiar sensation, as if a pair of laser-focused eyes were burning into her, tracing her every move.

Unable to resist the urge, she subtly peeked over her shoulder, trying to pinpoint the source of this mysterious gaze. Her search led her to her boyfriend, Hobie, who had been a few paces behind her. His eyes were locked on her with an intensity that left her both flattered and amused.

With a playful scolding tone, she wagged a finger at him, "Eyes up here, pal," pointing towards her face to emphasize her point.

Hobie, his gaze reluctantly breaking away from her perky rear, looked up at her face. However, his expression quickly shifted from scolded to thoroughly impressed. (Y/n) had on a black coho top adorned with red stars on the breast part of her shirt, and it was a look that suited her perfectly.

"Damn," Hobie couldn't help but mutter under his breath, captivated by her style and beauty.

(Y/n) maintained her teasing tone, "Oh, no you don’t. You better not be getting any ideas, or I'm giving both these clothing pieces away."

Hobie couldn't resist a grin as he approached her, closing the gap between them. "But, babe, I love seeing your stars," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

(Y/n) felt herself flush at his words, her playful scolding turning into bashful fluster. In the ever-chaotic and extraordinary Spider-Verse, Hobie's adoration for her was a constant source of warmth and comfort, and she couldn't help but be smitten by his charming antics.