Could You Write Spiderpunk (Hobie) X NB/demi-boy Reader In Like A Context Of Hobie Saves Them But They

Could you write spiderpunk (Hobie) X NB/demi-boy reader in like a context of Hobie saves them but they don't know it's him since he has his spideysuit on lol. Totally alright if not

Been WAITING for a spiderpunk request 😤 (keep in mind well reading this I am a midwestern american😭)

Reader pronouns: they/them

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You are reckless. There is no denying it. And the fact you were being carried home by spiderpunk just solidified it. “Yeah, this is my street.” You say as he swings around a corner to a street lined with apartment buildings on either side. He drops you off in front of your building, which you normally would find weird but he’s spiderpunk. “Uhm…thanks for rescuing me!” You grin at him as he gazes down at you. “Yeah, no worries luv.” He puts an arm around your waist, much like your boyfriend hobie. If you could even call him that. He keeps saying he “dosnt do labels” but every time someone flirts with you it’s all “yeah that’s my partner, what about it mate?” Spiderpunk looks down at you, concerned. “You uncomfortable?” He lets go of your waist. “I- no it’s fine I just spaced out. Just thinking about this guy I like.” “He’s bloody lucky.” “I wish he thought that. He keeps saying he ‘dosnt do labels’ and than when some flirts with me it’s like all of a sudden he’s committed! It’s just…frustrating.” You can’t tell what the expression he has on his face is, but you hope it’s sympathy. “He’s dumb.” “What-?” “He’s dumb for not showing how much he appreciates you.” “Oh- thanks. I’m sure you are real busy so I shouldn’t keep you any longer. You press a kiss to his cheek over his mask. “My hero.” “I’m not a hero.” He says before swinging off. Not long after you get a call from hobie.

They seem pretty similar…right?

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A/N: I hope you like it! It was fun to write lol. If you see anything wrong with it or have any constructive criticisms please comment!!!

As someone who lives within like 3 hours of Detroit, I fear DBH will be real. I am also excited because hot robo-men

Pleasepleaseplease-

please someone anyone write lars pinfield x reader I BEG OF YOU

My house. My chair. My woman.

Im feeling feelings help

Angel dust x drag queen reader (platonic)

Readers pronouns: in drag, she/her. Out of drag, he/him

You can choose your own drag name;)

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You two were like trixie and katya. Hells favorite hot mess. You only performed at clubs of the other was there. Two peas in a pod. You were backstage one day after a show, shedding a few layers before going back to the hotel. You pull a $100 out of between your fake latex boobs. “Oh shit how did that get here-“ Angel bursts out laughing. “How did you forget someone stuffing money between your titties?” “Well unlike you, I have to put them on!” He puts an arm on your shoulder as he laughs well taking off an eyelash. “OH MY GOD YOUR GOING TO RIP OFF A REAL EYELASH. Girl let me do it.” You take his head in your hand and with your dominant one, attempt to take off his false eyelashes. “You look constipated” “you look like a bitch” you answer without thinking. “Seriously, you look like your trying to push out a shit” “girl that’s cause I’m trying to distinguish fake eyelash from real eyelash and it’s not so easy with you blinking so much” he looks fake offended. “I’m sorry I need to keep my eyes moist” you scrunch up your nose as you rip off his fake eyelash. He widens his eyes excessively. “This better?” “Much actually thank you” he lets out a guffaw. “I have a question” you say, taking off his other fake eyelash. “What’s up?” “What is the tallest shoe you own” you take off an eyelash and he steps back to think. “Oh my god if you need to think it’s too tall!” You both laugh and he doubles over, putting one of his four hands on a nearby table. “We need to stop drinking on the job” you say, wiping a tear as you take off your heels and change into tennis shoes. “Oh hey where did you put that 100 from earlier?” He asks, taking off his wig to reveal the most horrendous ‘wig cap hair’ known to man. “What this one?” You grab it and wave it in front of his face. He grabs it between his teeth and nods.

You are the friend he needs. Don’t let him down.

WVERYONE SHUT UO MY BOYFRIEND JUST CALLED ME HIS DOVE