#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.

[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.

[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.

[loverangels]

webbed in desire

pairings: tasm!peter x fem!reader

synopsis: Peter really likes your Spiderman pajama pants

warnings: kinda suggestive

Peter Parker swung into your apartment window mid-sentence, mask pulled halfway up his face as he rambled about patrol. “And, seriously, who even owns a unicycle anymore? Like, that’s gotta be—”

He stopped abruptly, mid-step, when his eyes landed on you.

You were sitting at your vanity, totally unaware of the effect you were having on him. Your head was tilted slightly as you concentrated on whatever you were holding—maybe a bottle of lotion, maybe a tube of lip balm, he couldn’t even tell because his attention had zeroed in on something else entirely.

It was the pants.

The red and blue Spider-Man pajama pants that hung low on your hips, decorated with tiny web patterns and logos. His logo. Paired with your black tank top, the whole look made him forget how to breathe for a second.

“Are you—” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, his mask now forgotten in his hand. “Are those... Spider-Man pajamas?”

You glanced up, catching his reflection in the mirror. The corner of your mouth quirked into a grin, like you’d been waiting for him to notice. “Uh-huh,” you said casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Cute, right?”

Peter blinked, still standing near the window like his feet had been glued to the floor. “Cute?” He let out a short laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “No, no. You don’t get to call that cute. That’s—damn, baby. That’s a problem.”

Turning in your chair, you swiveled to face him, laughing softly at the look on his face. “Oh! I almost forgot to show you the full effect.”

You stood up, giving a playful little spin that made the fabric swish around your legs. When you stopped, your hands went to your hips, and you grinned at him like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Peter groaned, running his hand through his hair as he finally pushed away from the window and crossed the room in three long strides. His hands found your waist as he pulled you against him, his thumbs brushing along the waistband of the pants.

“I can’t even be mad about this,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You look so good with me all over you. Pun very much intended.”

Your grin turned mischievous as you leaned closer, your breath warm against his skin. “Well, I can’t wait for you to see what I’ve got on underneath.”

Peter blinked, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as his brain tried to catch up. “Underneath?”

With a sly smile, you stepped back just enough to hook your thumbs into the waistband of the pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal a peek of red and blue. The Spider-Man bra and panties were unmistakable—the webbed details, the tiny logos, the way they hugged your skin perfectly.

Peter stared, his mouth falling open slightly as his eyes darted between your face and the glimpse of fabric. For a moment, it seemed like he couldn’t even speak, his brain short-circuiting entirely.

“Oh no,” you teased, crossing your arms and tilting your head. “Did I break Spider-Man?”

He let out a breathless laugh, his hands running through his hair as he closed the space between you again. “You’re insane,” he muttered, his hands sliding back to your waist as he leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours. “And I am obsessed with you.”

[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.

[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)

[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).

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

[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.

[dailyunstableeve]

Together

Hobie Brown x witch!fem!reader

Chapter Four

a/n: guys, I swear I'm writing 😭 I'm just putting so much on my plate, my original fic, marvel fanfic, my undying love for Astv. Not to mention, the Marvels is out and I wanna watch it so badly

Masterlist

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Why does Hobie act that way? Of how he always saves you from your bullies, but never talks to you. You graduated alone, and weren't able to at least get a contact number from Hobie because he missed out graduation, due to the villain attacking the city, just like you missed the chance to at least talk to him.

Hobie was your highschool crush, even now. You continued out your life knowing that even though you didn't get the contact number from Hobie, you still got to see him swinging around the city as SpiderMan while you're rushing to your interviews.

You watched Hobie deny all those love letters, confessions and valentine's chocolate, giving all the guesses you had in your mind, that even you confessed to him, he will deny you and leave you heartbroken, and feelings that are strong enough to consume you, lead to your power getting out of control. Whichever you think is best, you just keep the feelings to yourself, so no one gets hurt, even yourself.

Those are the thoughts you carried with you all the time, so here's the question, why did he kiss you before you black out from the alcohol you've drank.

"If you're saying theoretically, that person is in love with your cousin," Natasha smirked.

It's the second day after the party, Natasha felt bad for getting you drunk so you, Natasha and Wanda are out for a cafe hangout. You explained your situation to them but using the name of your cousin.

"Really?" You almost choked on your drink.

"Theoretically," Natasha deadpanned while Wanda passed you some napkins.

"Well any advice for my lovely cousin? I can't give any since I have no experience in that field," it's half true and half lie, it's true you never dated anyone but that doesn't stop you from watching all those love series/movies (hopeless romance).

"Since your cousin has a crush on that guy too, I'll say take a chance, if that guy was just playing with your cousin's feelings, I'm sure you'll take care of the guy," Wanda winked as Nat cracked her knuckles with a smirk.

One second you seriously forgot one of them is a witch and a spy.

"As in beat the shit up of the boy?" You innocently asked as Hobie's wounded face appeared in your face.

"Yes, don't tell Steve I say yes."

"Girls keep girl's secrets."

Three of you continued with another topic until Hobie appeared. You weren't expecting him to show up so you panicked, the scene from yesterday appeared in your mind. And you need to stop losing focus when you're drinking because it's the second time you choked on your drink.

"You alright luv?" Hobie looked at you with concerns.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" You panicked as you wiped off the water from your face.

Wand and Natasha just looked at both of you, smirking. It seems like they know you were talking about your cousin just now.

"You sure?" Hobie asked again.

"Yeah, so uh, what are you doing here?" Dumb question, you know why he's here, he's going to ask you about yesterday.

"Just checking up on you, you were drunk yesterday," Hobie bluntly said.

"I'm fine," you smiled, behind the smile is your panicking.

"I'll see you around," Hobie turned away and disappeared in the crowds.

You let out a sigh, thinking it's over but when you look at Wanda and Natasha, they have this mischievous smile on their face, that's the exact moment, you know they figured it out even though they already did five minutes ago.

"Not a word please, I beg," you groaned and just focused on finishing your drink.

Not long after you have officially joined the superhero gang, your fame is going up even if you haven't appeared in public for a mission once, everyone around the globe wishes to see you in action. So the head of three gangs came to the approval of letting you join the mission, to see how your training paid off.

It's normal to feel nervous but you weren't told that you'll be placed in a group of people you hardly interacted with. Yes, you've spent five months training around their HQ, campus but you hadn't met all of them yet. Thankfully Charles was thoughtful, he informed you that SpiderMan will be joining you in the mission but later. Once you heard it, you managed to relax a little, not being overwhelmingly nervous. The mission went well in the end, which earned many people's approval, even from people around the world. Who would've known the new hero could be someone this amazing and awesome.

"You did well today," Hobie appeared out of nowhere with your favorite tin can drink, touching your cheeks that the coldness gave you chills.

"Thank you," you took the drink from Hobie and drank up while gently rubbing your cheek.

"Y/N, are you avoiding me because of what happened that night? The party?" Hobie carefully asked, making sure he didn't ask in a way that would scare you off.

"I-" You're stunned, how are you supposed to answer this? Are you going to say, "well because I had a crush on you since highschool and you kissing me that night made my heart beat so fast and my cheek will blush red, I don't want you to see this side of me that's why I hid." But that's of course you can't say it out like that, possible chance Hobie might make fun of you for it (he doesn't lol)

"Well, it's a force of habit," you awkwardly chuckled, "like during highschool!" During highschool you were just dodging everyone.

"I see," Hobie nodded, it seemed like he brought it.

"Why did you kiss me, Hobie?" You bluntly asked.

"Because I like you Y/N."

"Huh?"

"Well uh," Hobie turned away, covering half of his hand with his arm, "you're very adorable."

You nearly dropped your drink on the floor but Hobie caught it for you, you are just in shock at the moment, trying to process what Hobie just told you.

"Out of everyone in highschool, the superheroes, me?" You asked, one point of you wanted to laugh at it but the other part of it believes it.

Hobie liked you, is that why he protected you in high school?

"Is there something more than just adorable?"

Adorable, does he find you getting bullied adorable? Snap out of it, you told yourself.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Hobie looked at you with concerns.

"I'm fine, no worries, I just need some time to process," you gently smiled, easing the concerns off Hobie's face.

Hobie smiled together with you, then his phone started to buzz.

"I gotta go, catch you next time," Hobie whined, before you waved goodbye to him, he pulled you into his arms and gave you a kiss on the forehead, catching you off guard then he disappeared.

What the fuck was that?

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a/n: I'll dig my grave rq. I'm planning to go with like they both love each other but yet scared to admit, since fl struggle with mental health and trust issues from the bullying events during highschool. While Hobie being the sunshine trying to show you the light of life

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Chapter Three <-

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

I'm not ticklish

For my dear @lunarleee ❤️

Thank you so much for your request!

(Sorry that it's so short 😭)

Ler: Yeonjun

Lee: Reader

Genre: Fluff, tickling

Warnings: This is about tickling, so if you don't feel reading it, don't do it.

Thanxxx

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"So guys, I'm leaving now... Don't do anything I wouldn't do, okay?"

"That doesn't include much, Soobin! But finee"

"Ha-Ha! Bye now!"

"Bye Soobinie"

"Bye Soobin"

You heard the door being closed.

"So... we're alone now. Wanna do something?" Yeonjun asked.

You two were sitting on the floor in the living room and looked at the floor.

"Hmm... fine why not" you answered his question.

He clapped happily. "Wanna play Truth or dare?" he asked a bit mischievously.

"Uhmmm... sure"

"Okay you start" Yeonjun smiled.

"Truth or dare?" he asked you."Hm... truth" you responded.

He smirked.

"Okay fineeee.... hmm... What's the most embarassing thing that happened the last week?" he asked innocent.

"Oh- I ... um..." you were a bit shocked by this question but you then really needed to think about this because you didn't remember something specific.

"I don't remember something really embarassing but there was this one situation where I was shopping with my parents and I sat in the shopping waggon. Then we drove out of the shop to go to the car and there were two guys... they said 'Oh hi, you have bought something really pretty!' and looked at my parents and then at me.... I was kinda very embarassed by this...yeah" you explained then.

Yeonjun giggled. "That's cute!"

"Okay, now your turn Yeonjun! Truth or dare?" you asked.

You continued to play this came for a few rounds and it became very funny. Then it was his turn again.

"Truth or dare, Yeonjun?" you asked. "I pick truth" he said and looked at you expectantly.

"Hmm...are you... ticklish perhaps?" you asked, blushing a bit.

He giggled. "Yes I am, how about you?" he said smiling.

You blushed. "Ehm-No, I'm not."

Everyone who'd see you can tell how flustered you were. And so he did. And he took action ...

He gently poke your side.

"Ahhh" you squealed and hid your side from him. He smiled secretly, like he knew something... Well...

*Time Skip, 48 minutes later*

You and Yeonjun were sitting on the sofa next to each other now, watching the 3rd Spiderman movie together. You got bored of Truth or dare and had decided to watch a movie.

Yeonjuns arm was wrapped around your shoulders, your head was laying on his shoulder.

You two peacefully watched the movie, until Yeonjun got a bit bored and an evil idea formed in his head.

"Y/n....?" he said innocently.

"Uhm...yes?" you were a bit confused because he'd never just talk during a movie.

He smiled. "Are you sure you aren't ticklish?" The pretty boy just asked right away.

Your eyes widened. "Ye- Yes I am..." you said and nodded slowly. But he saw your blushing. Of course he did, pretty boy saw everything.

So he gently poke your side. Again.

"He-HEY aahhh" you squealed surprised.

"Aww sweetiee" he said and poke you again, faster. His arm was still wrapped around your shoulder, so you weren't able to get away from him.

"Stooohohoooop" you said and through your giggles you pouted.

"Aww fine, I'm sorry cutie" he said and pulled you closer (on the backseat of your rover) (sorry i love this song💀) (that was random ik) (😭).

You smiled softly up to him and let yourself fall over his lap, your back on his legs, your head on his arm, your legs stretched out on the sofa.

He then took his chance and sneaked a hand under your hoodie. "Hmphh" you mumbled.

The TXT member started now to scribble and spider all over your stretched, bare tummy, what made you squeal and squirm and explode in giggles.

"Ahhhhahahahaa heeehehehy Yeonjuuhhuhuuun noohohoho" you giggled.

"Awww sweetie! I think you ARE ticklish! ^^" he teased.

"I'm nooohohooot" you still refused to admit it... He smiled down at you softly but a bit evily.

"You'll see ^^" he said and scribbled and spidered over your sides too, what made your giggles and squeals become louder.

"nooOOo ahaahaAAHAHahah"

"Yes bby" He changed his technique again, he now clawed over your ribs and tummy.

"nAaaahahahahahhaaaooooo Yeonjun stooop" you giggled and squirmed around. He smiled.

"Just say it, darling"

"Fiihiihihiine I am ticklish ahahahahah just stooohohoohp now pleahahahse"

"That's it, sweetie!" he said proudly and stopped.

The young guy patted your head and looked into your red, flustered face.

"You're just too cute >~< I guess I gotta do this more often" he teased and you blushed.

"You're so meannnn" you whined.

"And you're my cute, lil ticklish baby" he smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in a big, cozy hug.

-End-

Soo...

Sorry that it is so short...

Really

And if it kinda sucks...

I wasn't very motivated to write the last days but you motivated me ^^ So I'ma try to write more often now, if I can deal with school 🥲

Anyways, thank you for reading it!

[bywonyo]

୨୧ 𝒸aught

𝓼ypnosis your boyfriend, Jake, also known as Spiderman appears clinging onto your window desperate for a kiss. 𝔀arnings making out, suggestive but not suggestive, getting caught KISSING, reader is a bit mean 𝔀ordcount 591 words. ( 𝒸ome and 𝑔et 𝓉his 𝓅ollen ! ) espresso by sabrina carpenter

As you were winding down after a busy day, you found yourself peacefully reclining on your comfortable bed, absently swiping through your phone with a sense of contentment. But unfortunately, it wasn't so peaceful anymore because of your annoying boyfriend, Jake, also known as the town’s superhero, Spiderman.

You adored him, and it was evident that he was aware of your feelings. However, one thing that truly irked you was his habit of peeking up to your window in an upside-down position, still dressed in his Spiderman suit.

Once again, he managed to cause a groan from you as you reluctantly dragged yourself to the window to silence Jake's persistent knocking. “Jake! How many times do I have to tell you to stop climbing up my window with your suit on!” When you raised your voice, Jake's bright annoying smile turned into a slight pout, making you feel a twinge of guilt.

“I missed you, baby” As Jake felt your fingers run through his hair, a wide, happy smile spread across his face. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his display of affection, feeling a mixture of fondness and exasperation towards him.

As you waited for him to speak, you couldn't help but notice that his intense gaze remained fixed on your lips, causing a flutter of nervousness within you.

“Now what do you want, Jake”

“Would you be mad if I said your lips?” As Jake's mischievous grin spreads across his face, you can't help but release a sigh, amused by his playful nature.

“Fine, one kiss” you emphasize the “one” in your sentence, making sure Jake doesn't ask for more. As Jake nodded eagerly, you couldn't help but let out a chuckle at how excited he was just from a simple kiss. You bring Jake closer, connecting your lips to his, sending a surge of electricity through your body. The sensation is intense, igniting a spark between you both as you share a passionate kiss.

Jake tenderly holds your head to deepen the kiss, then welcomes himself into your room. He presses you against the wall, kissing you passionately. His touch is gentle yet commanding, making your heart beat fast.

As Jake's soft lips continue to press against yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine, you break the kiss ever so gently, needing to catch your breath and gather your thoughts, Kiss marks of your lipstick messily smudged around Jake's lips. “Jake, somebody is gonna catch us if you’re still in your Spiderman suit.”

“They won’t catch us, it's fine.”

Jake quickly leans in and kisses you passionately, his hands gripping your waist and guiding your head. You feel his lips pressing against yours as you roll your eyes at how desperate Jake is but you kiss him back.

Lost in the intensity of the kiss, a sudden shuttering sound jolted you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you realize you two were not alone. The moment was disturbed, leaving you both startled and unsure of what had just happened.

As you and Jake peered through the window, you noticed that Jake's face was smudged with kiss marks. Out in the yard, two boys stood with looks of amazement, one of them holding a camera to capture the moment. As you were taken aback by the situation, you swiftly reached out to grab Jake's mask and placed it over his face. Feeling petty, you slap Jake’s shoulder as he groans in pain. “I told you so!”

Uh oh, Jake was definitely in trouble.

[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.