#spiderbyte x reader

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

A very Spidey Christmas - Margo

Pairing: Margo Kess x Reader (written with fem!reader in mind, but I don’t think there’s anything that restricts it to that?? idk) (Hobie, 1610!Miles, 42!Miles, Gwen and Pavitr are here too!)

Word count: 759

Warnings: Both Miles squabbling like a pair of toddlers, pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, love) mistletoe, descriptions of a kiss! idk if I’m any good at it 😔

A/N: first time writing for Margo! Idk exactly how to write for her but I do hc that she’d be the best at calming ppl down and tries to avoid/de-escalate conflict as much as she can because it reminds her of her parents fighting 💔

In hindsight, maybe providing 5 spider-teenagers (and one Prowler) with an oven, baking ingredients, and your favourite sugar cookie recipe wasn’t the greatest idea.

Miles and the other Miles had “accidentally” thrown flour at each other more times than you could count, Gwen almost burnt butter (how on earth do you manage to burn butter?) and was in the bathroom nursing a small cut she had gotten while handling a knife, Pavitr somehow got baking powder in his nose and sneezed for 7 minutes straight, and you realized you didn’t have any icing sugar so you sent Hobie and Margo out on a quick trip to the grocery store.

Pavitr patted your shoulder gently, noticing your growing stress as you made sure the oven was off. A fire was the last thing you needed right now. “Don’t worry, they’ll be back soon- Miles, for the love of god! Aata phekna band karo! (Stop throwing flour)”

“Sorry!” “He started it. It’s not my fault he can’t take what he’s trying to give out!” “I started it?! Wh-”

“The cavalry ‘as arrived!” You looked up and sighed in relief as Hobie kicked open the door like someone straight out of an action movie, Margo close behind, her arms filled with grocery bags.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked as you went over to her, taking the grocery bags and kissing her cheek. “You look stressed.”

“I mean…” You vaguely gestured around the crowded kitchen, and everyone paused whatever they were doing to wave at the new arrivals. “But I know they’re all trying their best. Well, maybe not the other Miles.”

“Miles, knock it off,” Margo called out sternly, giving the one from earth-42 a death glare. “Both of you. I don’t care who started it. I’m ending it. Okay, sweetie, what’s first?”

You got out your recipe, laying the paper on the counter and standing between both versions of Miles. Gwen got back from the bathroom at that moment, wrapping a sparkly band-aid around her ring finger. You must’ve looked really concerned for her, because she held out her hand to soothe your worries. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a flesh wound.”

“Okay, uh… Margo, could you get the baking powder, please? Don’t let Pav get anywhere near it. No, Pav, it’s not because you’re clumsy, it’s just… I just don’t want you to sneeze so hard that your nose starts bleeding. Gwen, can you handle the mixing bowl? See, Pav, you can find the spoons and help her with the mixing. Hobie, could you find the baking trays? Thank you!”

The next few minutes were filled with the sound of the baking spoon scraping the bowl with all the ingredients, Gwen’s occasional tapping with the wooden utensils (drummer’s instincts, she explained), and your instructions.

“Pavi, that’s not enough sugar. Miles - sorry, not you, the other Miles-”

“Milo,” Hobie helpfully added, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island as he helped (1610) Miles make the icing.

“Okay, Milo - the heat’s too high. Gwen you’re not adding enough flour… Margo the recipe needs more baking powder or it’ll fall flat-”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Margo gently took your face in her hands, splaying her fingers across your cheeks and making you focus on her. She brought her thumb up to smoothie out the crease in between your eyebrows. “Shh. We got this, okay? You don’t need to worry. You’re stressing yourself out, love.”

“But I-”

“Look, mistletoe!” Margo webbed a sprig of mistletoe from the living room and pulled it toward her, attaching it to the ceiling above you before practically lunging forward and pressing her lips against yours, her arms coming to loop around your waist.

You allowed yourself to relax in her warm embrace, inhaling slowly. She smelled like a blend of buttery popcorn and car air freshener, and her lips were soft against yours and tasted vaguely of vanilla and oranges - a combination that felt all too familiar, for some reason…

“Feeling better now?”

“Yeah, slightly. Hang on, is that my lip balm?” You asked once she broke away to get some air. She gave a sheepish chuckle, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Noooo, it’s our lip balm now.”

“Listen, you two are very sweet, but if ya could go snog somewhere else that’d be great, yeah? I don’t know any first aid if ya catch on fire, and you’re very close to the oven,” Hobie interrupted, gently nudging you and Margo to one side and putting the tray of flattened cookie dough balls into the oven.

“British people are all so rude,” Margo stuck her tongue out at Hobie, whose eyebrows raised so high you thought they might reach his hair if he kept going.

“She’s got a point,” Pav chimed in through a mouthful of the first experimental batch of cookies - they had been burnt slightly around the edges, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pav, my guy, you too?!”

@vhstown (dw u are a lovely britisher who is a wonderful writer and not at all rude 🙏 still on the fence abt absent father dearest tho 😞 /j no he is a very lovely and talented britisher too) @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod @deritosmi @tatumis-a

[unactive-shroom]

After almost a year, I’m happy to say that my requests are open!

I’m taking requests right now for Spiderman: ATSV, Omori & Sally face. Might drop a small fic that tomorrow, depending on whether I get it finished or not.

So yeah, send in requests! Full list of fandoms I write for is in pinned post 👍

[urmadiik]

𖤐 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐘𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𖤐

bc I love them n they just make sense idk 😣

☆ one time they had a snowball fight and he’s SO competitive so he couldn’t even let her win, but she has amazing aim for like no reason so she did end up winning anyway

☆ he’s not super big on pda, maybe like a arm draped around her shoulders or like holding hands

☆ one time she asked mama rio to help her learn Spanish for him but she CANNOT roll her R’s for the life of her she still tries though

☆ she likes cherry flavored lip gloss so when they kiss he literally eats ts off of her

☆ he smells like cocoa butter and she smells like lavender

☆ Rio let’s her come over bc she trust Miles so YOU KNOWWWWW she’s always over there she just can’t stay when it stars getting dark

☆ she LOVES pandas SO MUCHH so he buys stuffed animals of them

☆ she made a playlist for him for when he overthinks about his prowler stuff or jus stressed in general

☆ she likes giving him little nose kisses bc she finds the way he scrunches up his nose so adorable

srry it wasn’t a lot I’m so bad at thinking of scenarios without any inspo 😋

[bluenotes75]

I don't care. Miles and Spiderbyte are dating in my head.

[tainted-liquor]

would yall be satisfied w FlowerByte fics I know we eatin scraps rn

[shhuuga]

Since Halloween is in like three days how do you think Ony x reader would dress up?🥳

top 3 in my opinion are ;

1 - bugs n lola bunny

2 - money heist dali

3 - miles morales and spiderbyte

[konigenblobbity]

Lion Tamer [Bonus]

Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, protective Miguel. animalistic Miguel, Hobie gets a bonk on the head (it was his own fault)

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A/n: Not really a part two, more of a bonus that I cut out from the story but still thought was fun.

After leaving you with Miguel in the cage, the spiders left the room to look into finding an antidote or information on what he had been drugged with. As Gwen and Jess work with Spiderbyte to look into it, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr decide to pay you a visit after a few hours.

“It shouldn’t take long though” Hobie says as walks into the room after the two other spiders. “Spiderbyte’ll get it done right quick and then Miguel will be back to his kind and loving self” He says and then chuckles as he turns to close the door behind him. When his joke is met with silence he looks over his shoulder to the others with furrowed brows.

“Oi, did I suddenly become unfunny?” He walks up to them, both frozen in place, figures blocking his view of the cage. “What’s gotten into you two?” He asks and circles to stand in front of them, having not yet looked at the cage. Both Peter’s and Pavitr’s eyes were wide and staring into the cage behind Hobie. “Well I’ll be…” Peter mumbles and lets out a huff of a laugh.

After a moment Hobie finally turns around to look at the cage. He was shocked and had to blink twice to make sure the sight in front of him was real. His eyes were slightly wide and a smirk slowly grew on his lips. “Fucking finally.” He murmurs to himself, putting his hands in his vest pockets.

Lying in the middle of the cage were you and Miguel. Your body was curled up against his chest, the way his figure was wrapped around yours seemed reminiscent of an animal protecting their cub. He had one arm thrown over your body protectively while the other rested under your head, the dip of his elbow your pillow.

“Aren’t they just precious” Hobie jokes and Pavitr chuckles lightly. “Who would’ve thought…” Peter murmurs and Hobie chuckles rolling his eyes. “I did!” He had a cocky grin plastered on his face and called out with a laugh. “It was so obvious” his voice echoed around the room and unbeknownst to him it caused Miguel to stir in his sleep.

He smiles at Pavitr “Oi mate, looks like Gwen owes us a tenner each” adding on a wink. Pavitr smiles “She should’ve never denied the truth” shrugging as he spoke. Peter just looks at them, somewhat bewildered. “Wait… you made a bet on whether the boss likes them?” He clearly wasn’t mad, a slight smile on his face. He seemed a bit impressed.

Hobie shrugs “well to be fair… it only became a bet when Gwen denied Miguel’s feelings. Saying he simply admires their talents” Peter then grins and let’s out a laugh “That’s exactly what Jess said! But I knew better” he places a hand on his hips while waving his finger pointedly as he spoke. Pavitr and Hobie exchange a glance before Pavitr speaks. “Wait… you saw it too?”

Peter shrugs nonchalantly before walking over to where Hobie leaned against a stack of boxes “It’s like you said. It was obvious.” He goes to stand next to him before nudging his shoulder lightly. Hobie looks at him curiously and Peter gives a cocky smirk “So obvious that she owes me twenty” to which Pavitr lets out a frustrated huff and Hobie just laughs.

“Nicely done mate.” Hobie comments giving him a nod of approval before looking back into the cage. Not picking up on how Miguel’s body was tense now, being disturbed by all their talking. “Surprised it took this long though” he adds with a soft chuckle, to which Pavitr nods and Peter shrugs nonchalantly.

After joking around a bit more, their eyes are all back on the cage as they hear a deep growl. All their chatter had awoken Miguel, who was now glaring daggers at Hobie. So much so that Peter stepped to the left away from Hobie just to be sure it wasn’t directed at him. “Why is he looking at you like that?” He asks a bit uneasy. But Hobie ignores his concern.

They all watched how Miguel pulled your body more against his own, his arm under you head bending just enough to wrap around your shoulders gently; still being careful not to wake you. His lips parted just enough in a sneer for his fangs to be on display. His body shifting to try and hide your figure more with his own.

Hobie allows his tongue to trace his top teeth before stepping closer to the cage, an amused glint in his eyes. As he began to move around the cage Miguel’s eyes did not leave him once, completely disregarding the other two spiders in the room.

“Uhh… what are you doing?” Peter asks, hesitating to follow after him, deciding to just stay put. Pavitr watched as well, already having some idea of what the punk had planned. “Just testing a theory!” Hobie tilts his head back, directing his words to Peter but ensuring not to break eye contact with Miguel as he spoke.

The more Hobie moves towards the cage, the more protective Miguel gets. He begins to slowly crouch off the floor, carefully placing your head on the ground as he moved to stand in front of your body. As if to hide it from Hobie’s gaze. Hobie just stands tall, rolling his shoulders back, showing his teeth with a cocky grin.

Miguel does the same, standing up taller, eyes glaring down at Hobie like a hawk. His teeth now fully on display as he unveiled his claws to make him appear all the more threatening. Hobie brushes it off, chuckling almost mockingly at the sight, not even an ounce of fear in his demeanor. I mean he was in a cage, he couldn’t touch him if he tried.

Pavitr watches intently as well before mumbling a warning “Hobie… don’t do anything stupid” but Hobie just raises a hand and waves it at him, not listening. Hobie then stops in his place, Miguel’s body freezes up in response. Hobie’s eyes then dart down to your body.

Its only a second later that Hobie fires a web through the bars of the cage directly at your calf, he then pulls it towards him, dragging your sleeping body away from Miguel. However, he barely managed to pull you an inch across the ground before Miguel grabs at the web.

With the claw of his other hand he cuts it but still keeps the rope tight in his grasp. When Miguel cut it Hobie smirks to himself, happy with the result. When his gaze locks into Miguel’s again, his smile drops. The look in Miguel’s eyes was one of bloodlust and pure rage. He looked about ready to kill Hobie for what he just did.

Miguel glanced down at Hobie’s hand, which was still extended outwards with the web coming out of the shooter on his wrist. Hobie looks down and immediately understands what Miguel must be thinking, he looks back up at him and the corner of Miguel’s mouth was raised ever so slightly… almost in a condescending smirk.

“Well shit.” Is all Hobie manages to say before Miguel pulled on the rope of web roughly. It causes Hobie to fly forward off his feet hitting the cage with a loud thud. His eyes clenching shut and he lands on his ass, hand rubbing at his forehead. Unbeknownst to him, Miguel had rushed over to the wall of the cage while he tried to recover.

“Hobie!” Peter calls out and he and Pavitr quickly rush over and pull him away from the cage before any more damage can be done. Miguel’s hand reach through the gap in the metal bars, claws swiping and cutting through the air in frantic motions. The whole time Miguel had pure rage on his face as his eyes glowered down at Hobie.

Luckily he was now out of his reach but he was looking with wide eyes at just how demented and frenzied Miguel looked. He groans and rubs his forehead again as pain surges through his skull. “Told you” Pavitr says before helping the Brit stand back up onto his feet. “Shut up. I was right wasn’t I?” he remarks snidely.

Once Hobie was back on his feet Miguel gave one last snarl before pacing back to the center of the cage and went to crouch over your body again. One hand carefully picked off any remaining webs on your calf, throwing each one aside with a scowl. Once it was all gone he gave your leg a soft caress to make sure you weren’t hurt.

Peter turns to Hobie “I’m not following. What just happened? What are you right about?” Hobie looks at him and tilts his head like it was obvious. “The prick hates me” he nods his head in the direction of the cage, before chuckling softly.

Pavitr then adds “That or he really likes them” and Hobie hums in agreement. “Huh” Peter comments and they all watch how Miguel lies back down and pulls you back against his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head and cuddling you close against him.

[the-kr8tor]

Hello love I got a request for you can you please do a yandere Hobie x techno spider woman reader

Where reader is a techno spider hero but she's also the daughter of Miguel and here's the twist Miguel and Hobie don't know that she's techno spider and when she's fighting spots, Hobie and Miguel finds out 🥰🥺🤗.

So about readers power she was bit by a techno spider so she's more like a techno DJ spider and she can release giant sound waves from a giant techno DJ set that comes when she uses her powers and her webs are like bluish and glitchy 🥰🤗😍😘

@/queenuchiha28- sup boo got another request for you yandere Hobie x Miguel's daughter reader

Reader is the daughter of Miguel and she's a spider woman known as hybrid spider and she has emo looks but she has a cool, nonchalant personality but her father Miguel and Hobie doesn't know that she's a spider woman and they find out

Love you boo

Hi hun! I combined your two requests since its premise is similar, hope you don't mind.

Pairing: Yandere! Hobie Brown x Spider-woman! Reader/ Yandere! Spider-Punk x Spider-woman! Reader.

Word count: 1.3k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW violence, possessive behaviour. ANGST

A/N: I made Miguel an asshole here, sorry, I actually love him, contrary to popular belief.

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"So I just shrugged, and left" you finish your story, while Hobie's casually playing with your hands. He laces your fingers, tangling them with his.

"I'm sure Miguel appreciated that," he says sarcastically.

"Oh you should've seen his face, he–" the loud beeping of Hobie's bracelet rings out, stopping you in your tracks.

You quickly let go of Hobie's hand, he misses your warmth immediately.

Lyla's bright hologram appears, a cheeky smile on her lips "hey lovebirds, aren't you glad it's not Miguel calling?" She bats her eyelashes, "anyway, there's trouble in Earth- 616, you're in Hobie" 

Lyla disappears back into the watch, you sigh, annoyed that your alone time gets cut off by spider duties. 

"Be right back" he leans towards you, holding on to your chin lovingly, Hobie leaves a small kiss on your lips, enough for you to want more, but you control yourself, stopping before you ask for a proper one. 

"Be careful" you softly say.

Hobie brings your hand to his lips, kissing your fingertips tenderly, eyes glued to yours. Your breath hitches in your throat. He teases you, smirking at your flustered face. Hobie pulls away, leaving you wanting more. 

He types in the coordinates, the sudden bright portal appearing in your dark room makes you squint. He looks back at you, winking. You smile lopsidedly.

Hobie enters the portal, making you alone again. You slump back on your sofa, wishing you could go with him, but alas you can't tell anyone that you're also a spider person, or else your father would get worried for your safety, and become more overprotective of you. You don't even know what Hobie's reaction will be.

Your thoughts get interrupted by your phone ringing, Miguel's caller ID pops up on the screen. You answer it almost immediately, thinking something might've gone wrong.

"Mija, where are you?" Miguel's familiar voice sounds out on the speakers.

"Home, why? Did something happen?" You're ready to jump into action especially if it involves Hobie. 

"Spiderbyte needs your help here, team alpha's asking for backup" 

You perk up, Hobie's a part of team alpha, shit is he okay? You stop your thoughts from getting worse, instead, you quickly make your way out of your dorm, making sure you grab the device you invented, your spider suit hidden in it.

"I'm on my way" you run towards the command center. 

You weave through the crowd of spider people, giving some of them a quick 'hello'.

Finally you make it to your destination, Miguel's already half way through a portal. 

Spiderbyte looks towards you, beckoning you over. You do your job, monitoring how the mission's going. You tap your hands restlessly on the table, your eyes trained on Miguel's form, at the same time looking for Hobie. 

Hobie's familiar back appears on screen, you can finally breathe again.

You watch as Spot makes more holes appear, throwing your loved ones further away. You grip the table tighter, seeing them lay still on the concrete floor. 

You press a button, alerting the available team for backup, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice, your usual calmness thrown out the window. "Attention team gamma, alpha needs backup, head to Earth- 616 immediately" 

Margo places a comforting hand on your shoulder, calming you a bit, you nod your head, telling her you're okay.

You turn your attention back towards the screens, watching as your father gets thrown like a rag doll. Spot makes a hole in the back of his head before Hobie's hand collides, Hobie gets punched in the face by his own knuckle, knocking him back.

The Spot is making a mockery of team alpha, while team gamma's nowhere to be found. Your feet move before you could think. Margo yells out your name, you press the button on your device, nanobots scatter around you, turning your dark civilian clothes into your suit. 

The jet black suit molds itself to your form, since the suit is still a prototype, it glitches out, different bright colors fade in and out in various parts of it. You'll worry about that later, right now, you need to save your loved ones. You quickly grab a bracelet from one of the work benches, strapping it on to your arm, you punch in the coordinates. 

You aim a bright web towards it, catapulting you. Bracing for impact, you land harshly on a roof. 

The Spot doesn't realize you're there, using the element of surprise, you manipulate your nanobots, turning them into a turntable, you play it sending shockwaves over the battlefield.

You miscalculated, the sheer force of it sends everyone else flying, except for the one you actually targeted. Spot finds himself free from being surrounded by spider people, he finds you standing, flabbergasted by what happened, you shouldn't have underestimated him. 

Spot mockingly waves at you, free to finally get away to another universe.

"No!" You shoot a web at him, trying to stop him, but he's already gone, already on his way to terrorize another dimension "shit" you land on the other side, feet skidding to a halt. 

Miguel lands loudly behind you, anger radiating off him "What did you do?!" He doesn't recognize you in your suit, mask still on your face.

Miguel harshly turns you towards him, "We almost had him! Who the hell are you?" He bares his fangs, you gulp for air, you shouldn't have come, you should've trained more, you should've– 

Hobie suddenly lands right next to you, mask torn on its side "go easy on her, she didn't mean to" 

Miguel ignores Hobie, leaning closer to you, his large shadow blanketing over you, "Who. are. you?" He growls out, causing you to move back, you stop when your back hits something sturdy. 

You can see Hobie from your peripheral, his chest stabilizing you. He nods knowing it's you under your mask.

"I didn't mean to" you reach for a button, opening your mask "I was trying to help, I'm sorry" you say meekly. 

Miguel's eyes widen when he sees your face, but it quickly morphs into anger "you could've been killed! I would've lost you!" He screams out, you swear you can see veins popping out on his forehead.

"She was just trying to help, bossman" Hobie counters, a tiny smirk on his lips, realizing he could use this opportunity.

"Stay out of this" Miguel points at Hobie "you're done," he grabs the web shooters from your wrists "I don't know when you got your powers, but you'll never use it again" Miguel takes your device from your hip, immediately shutting off your suit, leaving you in your regular clothes "You'll never be spiderwoman, I won't allow it" his words dripping in venom.

Your eyes water, you don't let the tears fall,  you stand tall, your knuckles shake, leaving half moons on your palms "you don't mean that, you won't lose me like–"

"Enough!" His voice booming out, he exhales out, massaging his temples "go home, you're banned from HQ and any spider business"

"Papa, please, I can do better" 

He doesn't answer, opening a portal back to spider society. Miguel doesn't even look back at you.

Hobie rubs your arms, comforting you. You break down in front of him, hugging him tightly, you try to stop the flow of tears, but you can't.

Hobie doesn't like it when you cry, but he finds himself smiling, Miguel was the only person that divides your attention from him, finally he has you all to himself. He wraps his arms around you tighter, rubbing a comforting hand over your back.

This wasn't his plan originally but he still got the same result he wanted, he knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He's all you have now, and he'll gladly have you, even if it means he has to take you away from your only family.

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[neevblanc]

„spiders and scarves” ♡

a/n — hi hi! miguel is such a complex character and my feelings for him are similarly complex lol. i hope i did him justice!!

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Miguel O'Hara x GN! reader

Tags— fluff, pre-relationship, christmas time cuz yay!! (ur spider name is azure bite cuz i imagined ur suit to be blue)

CW/TW— implied boss x worker...thats it

“Oh, please!” Spiderbyte whines, clasping her hands together. Her eyes presumably widened under her mask as the stylized eyes widened comically in a version of puppy eyes you’d seen many times before. You gave her a look and shook your head.

“No, dude. It’s not my fault you didn’t finish that report. I did all of my work and won’t do yours.” You replied, leaning back into your office chair. Spiderbyte, or Margo, whined and deflated. The younger girl hid her face in her arms, crossed on the desk before her. The girl was smart as a whip, but might as well have been allergic to formal paperwork. 

“Not even as my Christmas gift?” Margo pleaded, her voice muffled. You smiled, biting back laughter.

“Nope. Already got you one.” You said, leaning forward to turn off your hologram desk and log out of the Spider Network. Margo perked up at the mention, her mask disintegrating into little pixels and exposing her face entirely.

“Really? What is it?” She asked, grinning widely. You gave her a baffled look as you hung your bag on your shoulder, putting on your scarf and gloves.

“Why would I tell you that, Margo? You’ll see on Christmas, like everyone else does with Christmas presents.” You laughed, disregarding the dismayed whine that left the girl.

“I’ll see you next week, bye.” You said, sending Margo a little wave as you left the area. Pressing your palm to the reader next to the door, the door slid open easily. 

You grimaced at the amount of light leaking from the windows in the main area. Spiders bustled around, some running and some lounging around the chairs and tables laid out. The door closes behind you, leaving you in the hall surrounded by other spider people (and a hilarious number of Peter Parkers!)

You settled your headphones in their place and started walking, thumbing at your phone screen to find the playlist you were feeling most for the bus ride home. Well- home. You’d be making a trip to your apartment in this world to get some things in order before going back to your earth. 

It’s just your luck that only two minutes into the search, your spider-sense goes wild, and you’re turning on your heel faster than you could even think of. 

You stumble backward, face contorting in surprise when you come face to face with a…horse.

31913- or Cowboy Spiderman- stared back at you, sheepishly trying to get his horse to back up from where it was whinnying two centimeters from your nose. Begrudgingly, you shove your headphones down to rest by your neck. 

“Sorry, Azure Bite. Got a little too close there,” he drawled, patting his horse’s shoulder as it finally took a few steps back and allowed you to crane your neck upward to look at him properly.

“You’re good. Is there…anything you need?” You asked, starting to feel the awkwardness settle in the interaction. Your brain had just started preparing for no conversation, and the interruption left you reeling slightly.

“Uh...have you happened to see Miguel around?” He asked, voice growing small and nervous.

“Nope. Not for a few hours; he should’ve gone home at 3. Why?” You frowned, shaking your head. Cowboy nodded, tongue clicking in dissatisfaction.

” Ah, I had a question for him. Pav and Jess said they hadn’t seen him leave. Sorry for botherin’ ya. Happy holidays!” He said, nodding his goodbye and taking off at a moderate trot. You stood still, mouth pursed.

‘Miguel isn’t the nicest boss,’ you reasoned. ‘He’s a grown man. It really is none of my business. He likes to be mysterious, and who am I to interrupt?’

…

You turned around, shoving your headphones back on, and quickly approached the center elevator in the middle of the floor. Other spiders send you waves and quick acknowledgments, and you do your best to answer them slightly despite being on a mission.

You rush into the elevator, closing the doors before anyone else can enter. Pressing your palm to the reader on the console and waiting for the extra buttons to show up, you hoped no one needed to get on this specific elevator.

The panel lights up, and five extra buttons quickly emerge from the metal, sliding into place seamlessly. You quickly pressed the second one and waited for the elevator to jolt to a start before tilting your head toward the ceiling.

“LYLA, you there?” You called, squinting at the bright light of LYLA’s projection despite having anticipated it. LYLA hovers near the button panel, on a special little square section just for her. She grins, crossing her legs as she files her nails.

“Yessum, Bite?” She crooned, fluttering her eyes from behind pink-tinted glasses. You waved lightly, leaning on the back wall of the elevator.

” Is Miguel in his hiding hole again?” You asked, to check. LYLA paused her filing and pursed her lips, tilting her head.

“Not sure I can tell you that! The boss said no one should bother him.” LYLA hummed. You gave her a look, vaguely amused.

“Since when have you listened to Miguel?” You laughed. LYLA grinned sharply and nodded, her holographic form standing up as soon as the elevator doors opened with a ping.

“You’re right! He’s up here, ‘been moping for hours. Have fun.” She waved cheekily, the hologram quickly shutting off as you stepped onto the floor.

The five extra floors you had clearance to were Miguel’s personal floors. Few other people had access to them (including Margo and Jess, to name some), which made them prime real estate for when Miguel needed to run from people.

“Miguel?” You called, cautious of how dark the living space seemed to be. You almost thought LYLA had lied when a gruff voice startled you out of your head.

“What are you doing here.” He answered, voice low and angry the way it usually was. Your ears quickly clock the direction it came from, leading you toward the balcony part that wasn’t visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The door was left open, cold air billowing into the room. The chill immediately nips at your nose and cheeks when you step out.

“Sorry. People were looking for you, apparently. I thought you left hours ago.” You shrugged, shoving your hands in your coat pockets. Miguel glared at you from where he sat, slumped into an oversized patio chair. He’s nursing a glass of whiskey, the knuckles on his hands turning a prominent pinkish tone due to the freezing air.

“Who?” He asked, bringing the glass to his lips. His cheeks and nose are flushed from the cold, too. Despite his black knit sweater, Miguel had foregone any essential layering that would have saved him from the cold.

” 31913. Didn’t tell me why, though. He seemed a little nervous.” You said, clenching and unclenching your fists in your pockets. ‘Shit, it’s so damn cold out here.’

“You didn’t ask?” He said accusingly, face sour. Your face screwed up.

” I’m off the clock. Whatever he’s got going on has to wait until I come back in next week.” You defended, disregarding the scoff Miguel let out. Your brow furrows, making a point to let your eyes rove over his form. 

” You should head inside, you know. You’ll get a killer cold out here with no layers.” You said, not unfamiliar with his unhealthy habits. Miguel ignored you and brought his cup back to his mouth, lowering his head.

You sighed heavily and stepped closer to him, ignoring how Miguel stiffened and shifted to face you like you were a threat. With one quick motion, you unloop the scarf around your neck and weave it around his, leaving it folded neatly and covering his mouth.

“I really don’t want to deal with you sick. Merry Christmas, Miguel. I’ll see you next week.” You say, leaving the stunned-still man on the balcony and making your way back to the elevator.

You hear the chair screech backward just as the elevator doors click shut, and LYLA’s back on her little perch without prompting.

“Thanks, he’s been brooding outside for hours. He’s the worst when he’s sick.” She whines, pulling at her short hair. You laugh, nodding. 

“Of course. I hate him sick too; it’s like he’s four years old when he’s got a runny nose.” You say, grimacing. LYLA beams.

“Yeah, yeah! Exactly. I’ll remind him to give that scarf back, by the way. Have a Merry Christmas!” LYLA yells, waving bye enthusiastically as you arrive on the ground floor and start your trek back to the bus station as initially planned.

You walk to the station with the wind biting at your face, and when you return to the HQ a week later, you adamantly refuse to tell anyone about the snotty nose you had the entire week prior.

ago.

note — there's not much miguel in this, ironically. i had a ton of fun just writing the spider world so, sorry!! i think it fits, though. Miguel is a very guarded man and this little fic is sort of a view into how you manage to worm through his walls (without even trying to, really.) p.s i love lyla

©neevblanc 2023 // do not plagiarize or repost

[urmadiik]

Quick prowlerbyte thought 😛 ‼️‼️

Miles and Margo sat atop of a building, the gentle breeze ruffling through Margo’s pixelated curls. Her legs were dangling off the edge and Miles’ was forehead glistening off of the afternoon sun after a long day of running around and chasing criminals. Margo leaned her shoulder against his as they enjoyed the familiar nose of Brooklyn, eating takeout as they talked and talked. Suddenly, something slipped his mind that he just couldn’t brush off.

“You ever thought that.. I dunno… you could’ve been something more somewhere else? Like your living the bad version of…the life you were supposed to have?” He spoke quietly, dipping his fries in ketchup.

“Mmm..yeah, sometimes I guess…more than I wanna admit” She shrugged, chewing on her burger as he brushed her hair out the way.

He sighed softly, looking up at the sun like it’d give him the wisdom he yearned for, placing his food in his lap.

After a long, but comforting silence, she finally spoke.

“I love you.” She smiled a soothing smile as her eyes shined bright upon him, trying to put his worries to rest.

“Love you too Mar.” He smiled back with a slight chuckle, looking back down at her.

I got the idea from @bubblypinkfreak’s art on twitter 😋

I love them so much it’s insufferable I could go on a lil rant abt them

[fish-eat-fish]

spiderverse x reader requests!!!

CLOSED!!!)

also please be aware that the more specific your scenario the more likely i’ll raise it on my priority, thank u!! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

who i’ll write for!

✩ miles, 42!miles, gwen, hobie, pavitr, any other minor characters (ganke, spiderbyte, etc)

no oc’s or specific physical traits please, i’ll do different genders though! only sfw, adults dni

[ovwechoes]

Dareia's Masterlist (Fanfics, Drabbles and Imagines) Since the last post got too long, here's a list of my fanfics, drabbles, etc. that I've written. I'll update every so often and if you can't find what you're looking for, send an ask through!

Headcanon Masterlist can be found here Last updated: 06.10.2024

Red Lips, Kiss My Blues Away: SpiderByte (SFW/AU) Say That Again: Ashe x Fem Reader (NSFW) Mending: Brigitte x GN Reader (SFW) Lovesense: Zarya x Fem Reader (NSFW) First Time: Hanzo x Fem Reader (NSFW) Uki Waza: Kiriko x GN Reader (NSFW) Obedience: Ashe x Fem Reader (NSFW) Trading Places: Zarya x Fem Reader (NSFW) Past the Point of No Return: Rammatra x Fem Reader (NSFW) True Self: Rammatra x Reader (SFW) An Unwritten Rule: Ashe x Fem Reader (NSFW) A Night of Loss: Hanzo x GN Reader (SFW) A Song of Confidence: Lucio x Transfem Reader (SFW) Games in the Shadows: Sombra x GN Reader (SFW/Dark Themes) Crown of Rust: Junker Queen x Fem Reader (NSFW) Close Call: Mina Liao x GN Reader (SFW) A Cozy Encounter: Lifeweaver x Fem Reader (SFW) Twin Obsessions: Sombra x Fem Reader (NSFW) Binary Hearts: Rammatra x GN Reader (SFW)

[alkalyart]

Broken wing-ATSV!vulture x reader

You found this man on an alley, but things go bad as they progress.

The protagonist's PoV

This hell of a ride started when I found him, just a rainy night on the street, walking down wondering about why there's a lot of spider-mens coming out of nowhere, not even heroes, even villains too, last time I got almost killed by a cel-shaded version of doctor octopus, what a ride, but suddenly I saw a wing, but, by looking at it, it looked like if a Renaissance drawing came to life, I walked to see more clear that wing, a big wing, broken, with lots of feathers, as I turned around I saw a man, he was also colored like in that old style I mentioned before, the man was wearing a sort of Renaissance clothes, and wearing a bird mask that remind me of a vulture bird, that poor man was lying on the ground with those broken wings, I didn't know what to do, I don't know who it is and I never see him before, but is that really a man or a giant bird, I don't know, the only thing I could do is to take him to my home to see if I can help him, as I arrived home, I tried to remove those machines on him carefully and placed the body in my bed, I checked his pulse, he's alive, but it seems to be paralyzed, checking his neck I saw two bite marks, by the shape and color I figure out that those were spider-bites, the internet couldnt help me at all as I heard that man moaning from the of the spiderbyte, poor thing, I checked him again, I don't want to let him die, seems that he has a fever due to the spider bite, I placed a towel on his forehead to see if it cools downs, but I'm not sure, I don't know what kind of bite is this, neither a cure or something else, I'm lost in this hell of a ride

[spajderwersum]

[profile picture id: a panel from the spider-man 2099 comic (1922) picturing miguel o'hara with his arms crossed over his chest. he is wearing blue sunglasses, a white button-up and a dark green jacket. end profile picture id.]

[banner id: a gif from the across the spider-verse movie picturing miguel o'hara running at the go-home machine as he extends blades from his forearms. he is wearing his blue and red spidersuit. the go-home machine is a machine resembling a giant, white spider, and it is encapsulating a character in the background into a holographic cage. end banner id.]

hii

call me brutus, michael or canidae, my pronouns are it/its. welcome to my fandom blog! (tho i treat it as my main atp)

the main focus of this blog is, and always will be, spiderverse, as that was the focus when i created it (also it's my special interest). but, gradually, i just started reblogging more and more stuff from different fandoms, so now we're here.

this blog is strictly 18+. i post/reblog nsfw, and i do not tag it.

i also more often than not forget to tag f slur and t slur usage, so

i have, among other things, narcissistic personality disorder, so i will refer to myself/my ocs as narcissists, as personally i don't find it derogatory if it's somebody with the disorder using it.

likes and follows come from @canidaegutz, however i just treat it as my reblog dump, i don't do anything with that blog. thumbs up emoji (i'm on pc i don't know how to add emojis)

TAGGING SYSTEM:

SPIDERVERSE: i do not tag the franchise, or any of the movies. i tag the individual characters by names, not spider-names (so margo kess, and not spiderbyte). i don't reblog a lot of ship content, but i only use one name per ship, the ones off the top of my head are spiderdads, ghostflower and prowlerbyte. for any character's comic related content, i tag (character name) comics, for example, miguel o'hara comics. for miguel, since he's my favorite :3, i also have the tag comic miguel, to refer to the variants of him from the comics. for a non-specific, classic spiderman, i use the tag peter parker.

ART AND THE LIKE: fanart is my general art tag. original art also goes there, even if it's not really fanart - i just started tagging it as such and now it's too late to back up. crafts is for sculptures, plushies, etc. if i post any of my art here, it'll be tagged with my art/my writing. animation is for... well, that. i tag any writing about characters as fanfic, even if it's just blurbs. i tag smut and fluff, but really nothing else. x reader fanfics are tagged with (character name) x reader. reader is tagged with afab!reader, amab!reader, f!reader, m!reader or gn!reader depending on the contents. writing is a tag for writing tips/resources/etc, drawing is the same for, well, drawing.

HERMITCRAFT/LIFE SERIES: i do use the general tags hermitcraft/the life series, however i do not differentiate by season. i tag creators by their usernames, and while i do differentiate c! and cc!, i do not tag that separately. i also use the hermitcraft tag to generally tag anything related to that group of people.

CALL OF DUTY: i don't like the military i'm just here for the gay guys. i use a general cod tag, and then i tag the four main 141 boys by name and callsign, for example john soap mactavish, otherwise i don't tag characters. i tag ghost x soap as ghoap

MISC: hatsune miku, mouthwashing, and any other fandoms that aren't included in the above list i tag just by name, and i don't include characters' names. deadpool and wolverine are tagged as dp&w. firefox is anything internet/browser related. "(oc name) [oc]" are my oc tags.

i think that's all?

[committinghomocide]

Submission Guidelines

Hello guys! Submissions are open, here are my guidelines.

1. No NSFW. I do not feel comfortable writing it.

2. No Gore. Again, I do not feel comfortable writing it.

3. This is intended as a character x character blog, but I am not opposed to match-ups and reader inserts.

4. All characters allowed (minus Hammond) but Orisa, Winston, and Bastion need to be strictly platonic. 

5. All ships are fine here, minus ones including the characters I said above I will only write platonically. 

Thank you, all! Feel free to submit a request!

[alexiela73]

Hey I just wanted to say I love your writing :) This a poly Spiderbyte x reclusive small fem reader, where Sombra is looking for Widow and s.o, worried because they are just started dating and they both are cold to each other. Imagine her surprise when she finds them in their apartment napping with s.o cradling widow and widow is sleeping on her chest.

Thank you sweetheart! And thank you for being patient :D

Sombra was starting to get really nervous after yet another call seemed to go to voicemail. All afternoon she has been trying to get in contact with you, and yet you have yet to answer her or look at any of her texts. And trust me, if isn’t like she doesn’t know you haven‘t checked them.

Usually you were quick to answer, or at least message back. But her first call was around eleven a.m., and now it was almost four p.m.. Sombra knew she was likely overreacting but…well…she was always worried.

The two of you have been dating for probably almost four months? But it wasn’t just the two of you in your relationship. There was also this beauty of a woman named Amelie Lacroix who was also in this relationship with the two of you, and Sombra had been dating her for the last year and a half.

The only problem was that the two of you..were not fond of each other. It had taken a lot of convincing for the both of you to get used to the idea of sharing Sombra, and being intimate with each other.

Often the Amelie and you were quite cold to each other, ignoring the other or getting frustrated quite easily…Sombra always felt like she was in the middle of a warzone, and often felt bad for being so selfish…but she wanted you both.

There had been a few times where she thought you might walk out, and right now she was scared that perhaps Amelie had said something. There was that fight last week between you and Amelie, but Sombra had no idea if the two of you had yet settled the argument…

“Please, mi Paloma, pick up,” she whispered when she called again, chewing on her lip and glancing around the inside of the taxi.

She was probably being paranoid but Sombra had to make sure you were okay, so she had hopped into a taxi in the middle of work and left. Sure, they had threatened to fire her but Sombra had pointed out that she could easily take what she wanted without the work, and no one would be able to prove it. So why not just let her finish the work another day?

The taxi pulled up outside of a beautiful, white two-story house with bright flowers in the beds below the windows. Strangely enough, both Amelie and you loved to garden, though you did not share the same flower beds. Amelie loved spiders crawling cross her thorny rose bushes and you preferred a little more bug free lilacs and tulips, of all colors. 

There was still no answer on the phone, and Sombra hopped out of the taxi. Without a word she handed him a fifty dollar bill before racing up the stairs into the house. 

Knowing that Amelie worked early mornings and that she might be napping, Sombra was quiet in her search for you. She checked the entire bottom floor before making her way to the top floor of the house.

Your shoes had been at the door and your car in the driveway, so Sombra didn’t understand what was going on. Having done a little snooping, she knew your phone was on…so where were you?

Sombra couldn’t find you anywhere, and knew that at this point it was time to tell Amelie. She wouldn’t like being woken up, Sombra thought, but Amelie was a lot smarter and calmer in situations like these, so it was best to get here, even if she would be bitchy.

Tip-toeing to the bedroom door, Sombra slowly eased it open…and froze.

There, laying in the bed, was Amelie…with you tucked against her side. For a moment, Sombra wondered if she was dreaming. Yet you were fast asleep, wearing a pair of black panties and a over-sized t-shirt, snuggled up with your head tucked beneath Amelie’s chin.

Amelie looked content for once, Sombra thought in amazement. Long hair splayed across the pillows, Amelie’s body was relaxed as she cradled you in her arm. It was so cute, honestly. And you were so small against her…

Sombra’s eyes softened and that breath she realized she’d been holding since she had truly become afraid in the driveway finally released. To think that she had been scared so badly, thinking you might be hurt or have left, only to find you snuggling with your ‘worst enemy’, as you’d once called her.

Realizing that she didn’t want to break the tranquil and shockingly nice scene, Sombra turned, ready to leave you two as you are.

“You are home early,” said a quiet, French accent. Turning, you saw Amelie had opened her eyes and was watching you with sharp, yet sleepy eyes that made Sombra just want to kiss her so badly…

Smiling sheepishly, Sombra pushed the hair from her face. “Uh, yes…” she said, embarrassed. “Got, um, let off early today. Sorry to have woken you, Amelie,” Sombra said, voice equally as quiet.

Both seemed to look down at you, wanting to make sure you weren’t disturbed by their voices. You were like a little angel against Amelie…

“Come lay in bed with us, mon amour,” Amelie requested gently, lifting a hand and holding it out to Sombra. Although it had sounded like a request, it really wasn’t but Sombra didn’t mind.

Hesitating, after a moment Sombra slowly treaded over and slipped into the bed with the two. Kicking her shoes off onto the floor, a firm arm pulled her close and Sombra pulled the blanket up over her with a soft sigh.

Resting her head on Amelie’s shoulder, Sombra thought that this was nice. She also wondered if you would admit this actually happened later, too.

“I love you, Amelie,” Sombra murmured, closing her eyes and snuggling into the covers and her girlfriend. “And you, y/n…even if you can’t hear me.”

Amelie petted Sombra’s hair, her other hand stroking lazy circles on your arm as she thought. “….I rather like you both too,” she said, and Sombra decided that today held many odd surprises.