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fabricated-misslieness · 10 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: miles morales x gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: miles and his kaomojis are so cute (and he likes stealing your clothes)

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ established relationship

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: idk why that miles pic is so funny; hold on, spot, I gotta tell my s/o I love them

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Miles stares down at his phone intensely, mulling over whether he should text you or not. You asked him to be your boyfriend recently, and of course he said yes, but he was still doubting himself. He wanted to see you, though, and his Spider-Man duties had taken him close to your apartment.

can i come over?

He bit his lip as he anticipated your answer.

ofc

yay (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ

ure so cute

Miles instinctively covered his flustered face, even if it was covered by his mask. Acting oblivious is cool, right?

【・ヘ・?】

the emoticons.

oh

my cute little bf <33

(⺣◡⺣)♡*

Holy shit. How creepy would it be if he arrived under five minutes?

☾⋆☆⋆☽

i had a lot of fun last night ヾ(＾∇＾)

i did too :)

by the way i'm missing a sweater

• • •

Oh no. He was so sure you wouldn't notice.

♪v('∇'*)✌

miles come back here rn

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milesss

milesssss

whatttt (ｷ▼⊿▼)ﾉ?

ure so cutee

and so cool

but i need that sweater back

凸(¬‿¬)

miles you child

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You took your sweater back the next time you saw him. That was fine, though; with how often he wore it, it was starting to lose its "yours" feeling. Still, he couldn't help but complain.

"It's cold."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

Simply, you respond by pulling him into a hug to share your body heat. "How does that feel?"

Normally that would be good enough, more than good, even, but he wanted to rub it in this time. "Good, but... it would be a lot better if I had your sweater."

You click your tongue and he only laughs in response. "I'll let you pick out a hoodie, then, next time."

If he wasn't in your embrace, he would be bouncing in his spot. Instead, he hugs you tighter. "Thank you."

If humans could speak symbols, Miles would've said ♥.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

I love this hoodie sm (●♡∀♡)

more than me?

yes.

miles...

┐_(ツ)_┌━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

( ；｀ヘ´)

( ˘ ³˘)

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eith0r · 11 months

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general x reader headcanons for the different spidermans

Hobie brown:

-he gives you handmade gifts all the time because store bought is shitty

-he let's you try on his mask

-"looking cool dude!" he says this everytime you try on his stuff

-try's to act like he doesn't have that many feelings because he does'nt believe in them, but you can see the love he has for you

-will definitely bring you on missions no matter what you are

Miguel O'Hara:

-he try's to teach you some Spanish if you don't already speak it

-he can sometimes forget to take a break from saving all the multiverse's so you will have to remind him

-may look like he wouldn't care but in reality he really loves you and he doesn't have any problem in showing it

-his love language is acts of service

-he only really shows his love in private because he's not comfortable to do it in public

Miles morales:

-he likes to see you in his clothes

-he's touch starved

-will drag you to do graffiti's with him

-you guys Sind together alot

-at first he's nervous to introduce you to his parents but after some convincing he introduced you to them

-"hey bbg"

Peter B parker:

-he's a show of

-he acts like a child around you but then later gives miles a lesson on how to behave

-he actually takes care of himself after you two started dating

-learns some pick-up lines from miles

-dad jokes

-randomly walks up behind you and hugs you

Pavitr prabakhar:

-he loves to drink chai with you

-he will also pick you flowers but he does it because he wants it match you

-he likes if you play with his hair

-he has a lot of energy and is always happy around you

-he flirts with you or at least try's to

-"youre the most beautiful person I have ever seen"

-he's always holding your hand and he shows you to all of his friends

#Spider punk x gn reader #Hobie brown x gn reader #Miguel O'Hara x gn reader #Miguel x gn reader #Miles morales x gn reader #Miles x gn reader #Pavitr prabakhar x gn reader #Pavitr x gn reader #Peter b parker x gn reader #Peter Parker x gn reader #Spiderman x gn reader #Headcanons

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ghxstmxchine · 10 months

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ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛꜱ

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ is always absentmindedly playing with it, twirling the loose ends around his finger and shifting it from one wrist to the other throughout the day. He’s stressed, being spiderman isn’t easy, but there’s a comfort that comes with the bracelet. He always smiles when he glances down at the beads spelling out your initials, knowing that once this whole stressful day is over he can finally unwind with you later. It’s a constant reminder to keep pushing.

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ keeps it tied around his wrist tight, lost amongst his many silver bracelets and studded cuffs but the pop of color from the carefully chosen threads stands out. It clashes with the rest of his punk persona but he’s always one to favor handmade gifts, sticking it to capitalism or something. But it’s also the fact it came from you that he can’t help but love it, even at the end of the day when he’s shed the studded jewelry and heavy leather jacket, the bracelet stays on.

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ treats it like it’s made from solid gold, something to be cherished and worn until the threads have come undone. It’s almost impossible to catch him without the bracelet on, only taking it off when deemed unsafe to wear it. He couldn’t stop talking about it the minute you’d given him the bracelet, quick to interject conversations with other spiders just so he can show off your work with pride. He’s beaming brighter than the sun, there’s something so sweet in how much he adores everything that reminds him of you.

ɢᴡᴇɴ was more nervous than excited at first, the last thing she wanted to do was break something you put the time and effort into making her. She at first hides it in her drum kit where she keeps all other things she loves, too scared to accidentally ruin it. But you reassure her it’s okay, it’s just a simple threaded bracelet. Just cherish it while she has it, she always has you to make another. She wears it more often now, sometimes coming to you under the guise of having you “fix” it but she just wants to see you.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ rolls his eyes when you offer him it, but still begrudgingly holds out his arm so you can tie it onto his wrist. He tells you the minute it gets in the way he’ll take it off, but it’s been tied firmly around his wrist for months with no intention of budging. He may act like it’s just a simple bracelet but you’ve seen how his eyes soften whenever he’s toying with it, a gentle smile wavering across his face as he straightens out the letter beads and makes sure no threads are loose.

ɴᴏɪʀ helps you make it, he’s unsure of what colors he’s picking out but likes the ones that are so different in their shades. He trusts you to make him something beautiful, watching intently as you carefully make the bracelet for him. For him, you focus on design rather than color, the knots pulling together into a pretty daisy chain made from the threads. He’s not sure on whether or not the colors were a good choice, but he’s in love with the sweet little design you made him.

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luvmorales · 7 months

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SMOOCHES

⋆ 42!miles morales x reader

⋆ miles being obsessed with you

⋆ contains: fluff, kissing + maybe suggestive idk

⋆ a/n: sorry for going on hiatus yall, school is already kicking my ass but here's a tiny lil drabble for u guys

“baby!” you laughed as you tried to push miles off of you for the one-hundredth time as he grabs onto your body.

“miles we have to go now”

“mhmmmmm” he groaned out still continuing to press his lips all over your soft cheeks, he grabbed you closer to him as he pulled you into his lap

“i swear to god morales if you don’t sto-” getting cut off by yet another kiss from miles

“not yeeeet” he replies, you falling into his trance and giving in as his soft lips touch yours. feeling electric waves through your entire body with the warmth of his arms wrapped around your limbs

“okay that's enough” you finally push his much heavier body off of yours trying to escape his grasp just when he tries to pull your arm back into bed

“nope, let’s go or i’ll just leave you behind if you want,” you say shrugging your shoulders as you walk away; miles still lying down on your bed “IM COMING WAIT,” he says jumping out of bed and running towards you as you open the door to leave your apartment.

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moralesmilesanhour · 8 months

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Could you maybe write something with Miles G. where the reader is kind of shy? Like they go to her house and room for the first time and the reader is nervous about it?

Your house was across the street from the basketball court where Miles first saw you.

When the court was empty, you liked to sit on a bench and doodle in an old composition notebook. No one could look over your shoulder here.

Miles had had a game coming up and felt that his shooting accuracy had been off lately, so he stopped here after school to get in some extra practice. You tensed when you heard his sneakers approaching the entrance, keeping your eyes down and praying that he wouldn't make you leave.

He walked right past you and said nothing.

Only the sound of his footsteps and the basketball he was carrying bouncing across the asphalt could be heard for the entire time he was there until he left.

At some point, Miles came to the same conclusion you did previously and started practicing around the same time every day. You drew, he hooped, the two of you left without a word. A careful routine.

Occasionally, you held your breath and dared to look up to watch him play. Miles' long cornrows brushed his shoulders and flew behind him with every shot, you noticed with amusement. It wasn't long before he made a few appearances in your notebook.

You looked up from your doodling one day and noticed him glancing in your direction. He made another shot, then did it again. And again. After a particularly smooth lay-up, Miles looked back with a grin playing on his face. Once it dawned on you that he was making direct eye-contact, you didn't know what else to do other than smile back.

"You don't talk much, do you?" He would ask you while leaving the court together just before curfew.

"I guess not," you responded in a near whisper.

Miles looked up in thought, then nodded.

"That's alright. Means you think a lot."

Smiles soon turned into winks which turned into short conversations and banter, and now you were both standing in front of the door to your room.

"You gonna go inside?" Miles asked when you hesitantly placed a hand on the doorknob.

"Y-yeah, we could go in."

"I think you need to open the door for that."

"...Right."

With a deep breath, you turned the knob.

The door opened up to a small bedroom with lopsided blinds only up halfway. You winced at the small pile of clothes you had left sitting on a swivel chair as you passed it. What a relief that you hadn't forgotten to make your bed this morning like you usually do.

Miles kicked his sneakers off at the entrance before following behind you. The way he scanned the room made you shift uncomfortably. Suddenly you noticed all of the tiny cracks in the ceiling and blemishes on the walls.

"Cool lights," he remarked, referring to the repurposed Christmas lights strung across your walls.

You relaxed a bit, and grabbed a tiny remote that had been sitting on your desk with an awkward smile. "I can turn them on if you want. They've got a buncha different patterns."

"Knock yourself out. Can I sit?"

"Sure."

You joined him on your bed as you pressed a button on the remote that caused the string lights to twinkle softly. They added a cozy contrast to the harsh neon lights from the towering skyscrapers outside that were visible from your window. It almost felt like a separate world.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, entranced by the different patterns blinking above you. It might've been the closest you would ever get to seeing fireworks up close.

"Sorry I don't have any games or anything," you spoke up suddenly. "You must be bored."

Miles turned to face you, closer than he had ever been before today. Close enough for you to realize that his right eye wasn't the same hazel brown as the left, but rather a warm green. He tilted his head quizzically.

"If I was bored, I'd be at home right now."

"But we haven't said anything in like, twenty minutes," you started to laugh.

"You think I like you for bein' a chatterbox?" he parried back.

You shrugged, then leaned your head on his shoulder. "Fair enough."

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venuscrashed · 10 months

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Spider verse reacting to meeting their dead s/o from other universe

He stood there, processing everything. He knew you weren’t the one from his universe but still. It still hurts. He looks like he’s on the brink of tears before he finally goes up to you. He knew that you didn’t consent but he still needed the hug, he needed to know you were actually real.

He broke down in your arms. “You’re real!”

You didn’t know what was going on. You barely knew him from your universe. What happened to you in his?

“What happened to me?”

He broke down even more. Sobbing between words while telling you the whole story. From the beginning of him becoming Spider-Man to the events that led up to you dying. How he couldn’t save you.

“I’m sorry….I’m really, really sorry. I couldn’t save you and-and-“

Gwen knew that she would see you eventually. There had to be a universe out there where you were Spider-Man. It didn’t stop her from panicking. She started having a panic attack. Peter…Peter was expected to be seen. She was the one to die in all the other universes. Still, it was you.

“[Name]. I know you won’t understand but I’m sorry. I can’t ever tell you that from my world so I’ll tell you. I’m sorry. I love you.”

It’s true that she wishes she can tell you that from her universe but you’ll have to do.

A bit taken aback you start to say something, “Although I don’t know what happened I hope we can be friends.”

“I’d love that.”

Somehow he got stuck in your universe. It was full of color, reminders of you. He walked to where you used to live in his universe. Things are different in every universe so maybe, just maybe you’re here.

He rung the doorbell to your apartment. Things were really different between your universes. He noticed all the high tech, modern stuff before you opened your door.

“Hello?”

He couldn’t help but smile. You’re still you. He would cherish this moment for the rest of his life. If only he could live it with you.

“Hello, [name].”

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yandere-kokeshi · 9 months

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Yandere Miguel and Miles with a gn darling who's hosting Venom

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: this was requested but I accidentally deleted it. To whomever sent this on anon, please enjoy :)

Miguel O’Hara:

Miguel likely finds out pretty quickly about Venom, seeing you sweat profusely and talking to yourself was a huge giveaway.

But he also used his free time to use his tech to find out about your ‘Spiderverse’, therefore, witnessing video/and photo evidence of Venom. The minute he comes to you, he’s in your face, inquiring about the so-called symbiote, which leads to you confessing about Venom.

He’s a bit impressed by Venom’s uniqueness. Finding the black liquid wraps around your figure, transforming you into something abnormal isn’t an everyday thing you see. Which leads to him asking a bunch of questions, especially about how their voice works.

Dating you and Venom was quite hard at the beginning. Not only did his spider senses go off constantly — but the parasite teased him often; sticking out its tongue from behind your back whenever you turned around to do things.

At first, Miguel will try to find a ‘cure’ for you, wanting to get rid of the damn parasite. He viewed them as nothing but a pawn in a pack, using your body as it pleases. But the more he watched you laugh, getting comforted by the symbiote whenever Miguel wasn’t there, or getting along with it, he realized it was a part of you; just like how he’s part spider.

As much as he hates to state it, he appreciates how Venom can protect you. While Miguel would prefer to be in control, protecting the only family he has left, he’s relieved Venom can easily take over your body — directing you away from the danger or taking care of the problem itself without you being involved.

Speaking of Venom being in full form, the first time Miguel witnessed them taking over your body - its tongue and sharp teeth expanding, the dark voice shaking the ground, he was… surprised. He stared up at Venom, before cursing them out, demanding they bring you back, but due to Venom’s humor, Miguel was annoyed with their teasing.

Both of them don’t get along well, but they have times with bonding, something in common which is their protectiveness and possessiveness towards you. At some point, they may become competitive against each other but in all, they both work together when it comes to making sure you stay as theirs.

Venom loves to tease the hell out of Miguel, touching him whenever the two of you are holding hands or hugging him. Sometimes, the symbiote will pop out and try to scare the man on purpose.

Miguel often wants to strangle the damn symbiote and will angrily laugh when they get upset at him when he calls them a parasite or alien. At this point, he will purposely nickname that but will stop if you say so, but expect no apologies.

The strictest about Venom listening to the rules Miguel places out — hence the talk of: “No eating people”. This also involves getting aggressive and setting boundaries with the damn alien, going as far to threaten to take them out himself.

Isn’t afraid of using vibrations and intense heat to get the symbiote out of you if they become too bloodthirsty within a fight.

Miles Morales:

At first, Miles thought you were ‘sick’, at times taking it as one of your quirks as you constantly whispered to yourself and often bought a bunch of chocolate to a point where it was unhealthy.

Sure, he commented about the chocolate. Always suggesting you should eat something healthier. But it was you. So he took your answer and often didn't question it again.

He figures out your situation when the two of you were on a date and a band nearby was playing, making you cover your ears, Miles could see you were in pain; worry covering his face as he moved you to somewhere quietly, which leads to you telling about your buddy.

At first, he was confused at your words, worrying you’d lost it, but when a mass of black blob came out of your shoulder, revealing terrifying teeth and white eyes, he freaked out.

Getting him to calm down was a bit troubling, but soon after explaining about Venom and how you two bond, Miles… is pretty nonchalant about it surprisingly. He nods along, often looking at Venom fearfully before asking normal questions.

Miles has a sketchbook dedicated to you and Venom. Almost every page is drawn in extreme details of you being transformed, your smile, and Venom’s tentacles appearing on your body.

While dating you, he’s grown to Venom’s constant interruptions in the conversations, talking to the both of you and often ignoring their teasing. Eventually, he’s grown to be braver on comebacks to the damn symbiote, laughing and smiling cockily when they get ‘offended’.

The time Miles witnesses you being transformed into a giant abnormal figure with terrifying teeth, he fears for a second — but slightly calmed down when Venom tells him it’s them and that you’re fine. The moment you turn back into yourself, he quickly interrupts your apology with a quick hug.

Venom loves to tease Miles. Whenever they catch him staring at you, they always call him a ‘lovesick idiot’ and ‘a doofus’.

Seeing Venom get aggressive, often itching for a fight worries him like a mother hen. He’s always the one to talk it out through Venom, often making them question their behavior and see what the consequences will do if they decide to continue.

Although your interesting ‘power’ intrigues and amazes him, he gets nervous around you, stating his worries about the symbiote possibly using you or waiting for the right time to consume you and many others. But, he’s learned that Venom is quite fond of you; wrapping their wraps around your figure when you sleep to make you more comfortable.

While he does worry occasionally, he's more prone to acknowledge and be okay with Venom; seeing them as a roommate which leads to Miles likeing Venom a lot.

While he does get irritated when they tease him too much, or say awakward things in public that he has to cover up with odd answers to people, he does appreciate how protective they are over you and him — often wrapping their tentacles with you when you hug or kiss him. He likes it when they curl around into cuddle sessions, their wraps covering you both as you two asleep.

They both work together, often in protecting you. Not only does Venom likes the way of Miles thinking but, Miles appreciates the help in making sure people get what they deserve from looking at you weirdly.

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hobiebrownismygod · 12 days

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can you do a fic where 42!miles gets hurt after you two had a big argument and now you have to clean him up while still mad at him?? sorry if this didn't make sense

yess!! This is so cute I love it!! Thx for requesting <3

TW: BLOOD, mention of being hurt/wounds, use of Y/N in place of reader's name, very very slight angst (mostly fluff)

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You locked your window and pulled the curtains closed with a huff. Your phone was silenced, your door was locked and you had promised yourself that no matter what, you were ignoring him.

Complete silent treatment.

The two of you had had a pretty big argument (and you could barely even remember how it'd started) so of course, you decided to be petty and pretend he didn't exist.

He always tried to make it up to you when you fought, climbing in through your window late at night, with a bouquet of hand-picked flowers or a movie he rented for the two of you to watch.

He'd be pretty silent about it, pretty nonchalant, and he'd plop down beside you on the bed and hold you. Not a word would be exchanged. And you'd always forgive him.

Not this time though. You were too mad.

So you decided you'd sit down, do your homework, and if you heard a knock at your window you'd simply pretend it never happened.

He could take care of himself.

You weren't going to be his little nurse. Not tonight.

But then of course...you were never one to leave him hanging.

It'd barely been fifteen minutes from when you'd started your homework when you heard a quiet knock at your window. You ignored it.

And then he knocked again. This time, you hesitated. You wanted to open it, you really did...but you didn't. No. You had to stand your ground. You weren't going to give in.

"Y/N" you heard his voice. The tapping on the window got louder, sloppier. "Y/N!" his voice was hoarse, not quiet and playful like usual. It was different.

But you stayed silent. You weren't going to let him in, you promised yourself.

"Y/N, please." You dropped your pencil. His voice was just a whisper now and you could barely hear it outside the locked window. He tapped one more time. "I'm hurt."

You felt chills on your neck and you immediately walked towards the window, pulling the curtains open. There he was, crouching against your balcony. His Prowler mask was on, his gauntlets were hanging off his hands.

And his shirt was soaked in blood.

You stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight. He reached his arm up with a pained groan, pulling his mask off. His brow was soaked in sweat, his face glistening slightly in the moonlight. "Please." he mouthed.

Robotically, you pulled open the window. You took his arm and helped him in, and he basically collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily.

You helped him sit up, his back pressed against the wall. You quickly got to work, like you always did when he showed up in pain, grabbing your first-aid kit from underneath your bed and snapping it open quietly.

He winced as you began cleaning his wounds, pulling his shirt up so you could get to where the blood was coming from. He had a slash right across his stomach, blood gushing out in ribbons of red. It was never-ending.

You pressed an old t-shirt to the wound, trying your best to make some sort of tourniquet to stop the flow of the blood before pouring the rubbing alcohol over it. He covered his mouth with his hand and groaned, eyes squeezing shut, tears prickling the edges.

As you worked, he fell completely silent. You did too, too focused on keeping him alive to notice his eyes on you.

Not a word was exchanged.

Then a quiet, "Are you still mad at me?"

You looked up for a moment, eyes meeting his as he stared at you. They were hooded, but filled with sadness. He tilted his head back, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he blinked, still keeping his eyes on yours.

He looked like he wanted to say something. He didn't.

So neither did you.

But after another moment,

"I'm sorry."

It was just a whisper, so quiet you'd barely even heard it, but it meant so much. You felt your eyes tear up and you refused to look at him, continuing to gently work on his wounds.

"Say something." he whispered, pushing your hands off of him and sitting up. He grabbed your arms, holding your hands in his. "Please. Anything. I'm-I'm sorry."

You looked at him, taking a shaky breath. Suddenly, you jumped towards him, practically melting into his arms when they wrapped around you.

And just like that...everything felt better.

"Ow-" he winced as you accidentally put pressure on his sore wound, and you immediately shifted yourself, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I-I'm sorry. You shouldn't be sorry, I'm sorry." he stammered, taking your face in his hands as gently as he could. He smiled slightly, wiping away the remnants of tears in the corners of your eyes. "Are you crying?"

"No!" you quickly responded, pulling back. "I just-I just-"

"It's okay. You can cry" he said with a grin, sitting up again with a grunt.

"I'm not crying because of the argument, you jerk." you said with a huff. "I-I just hate seeing you like this. I get scared." your voice sounded so small in the moment, it was like a completely different person had appeared.

His gaze softened. "I see." He gestured for you to come back towards him and you did, resting your head against his chest as he held you close. "Thank you. For letting me in." he whispered, kissing the top of your head gently, his lips lingering for a moment longer than usual.

"Of course." you replied with a smile, looking up at him with crinkled eyes. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." he said, returning the smile before giving you a gentle kiss, hands cupping your face as he pulled you close. You giggled before snuggling up to him a little closer, making sure to be careful not to graze his still sensitive cuts.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" he asked tentatively, closing his eyes as he buried his face in your neck. You stayed silent for a moment and you could swear you felt his heart drop when you didn't respond.

You grinned. "No. I'm not mad anymore." He chuckled, nervously almost. "You had me there for a second." he whispered, kissing your cheek gently.

"I am sorry though."

"What for?"

He froze. "For...for the argument."

"What part of the argument?"

He stayed silent and you couldn't help but laugh. So he'd forgotten how it'd started too. Funny.

"I forgot too, Miles. Don't worry."

He breathed out a sigh of relief and laughed, tilting his head back. "Jesus, you scared me."

"Not as bad as you scared me, knocking on my window like that. There's blood everywhere" you said with a frown, glancing back towards the window.

He pulled your head back gently. "Don't look at the blood, just look at me. We can worry about that later, yeah?"

You smiled, nodding before hugging him again. His fingers brushed through your hair as he held you close, breathing matching yours. A tender moment.

"I love you, you know that right?" he asked softly, lips moving to kiss your forehead one more time.

"I know, Miles. I love you too."

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🥺🥺🥺 im gonna cry

why did I write this it literally hurts how cute it is

:((

hopefully you liked this anon!!

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chaoticyumelikes · 10 months

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Miguel walks into the room smiling pleasantly while Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr and especially Miles watch on in awe.

Gwen: I never saw him really smile.

Pavitr: Are his eyebags somehow.... Less prominent on his face?

Hobie: You reckon he offed someone?

Miles: Or he's about to finally kill me-- OMG he is looking at me!!!

Miguel: Hey Miles! I'm sorry for the way I acted. Don't worry we'll fix the problems you made.

Miles flinches as Miguel ruffles his hair and walks away.

Hobie: Alright... * Hobie removes you from your hiding place while you yelp like a scared critter * What did you do?

You: I.... Maaaay.... Have... Hit him with a tranquilizer strong enough to down a rhino.

You give a nervous smile while everyone looks at you dumbstruck.

Pavitr laughing: You are so dead when he finds out.

Gwen placing a somber hand on your shoulder: Way to take one for the team.

Miles solemnly: You shall be missed.

Hobie grinning: I knew you had it in ya.

You pratically crying: You're all welcome I just wanted him to rest for a while... He is going to kill me isn't he?!

Peter B having overheard everything: IF! He finds out.

You in fetal position: This place has cameras everywhere he WILL find out.

Peter B: Oh.... Right.... Nice knowing you.

Lyla: Girl! Don't worry I gotcha! I erased all footage of that. As far as the big man spider knows, he just fainted from exhaustion!!!

You crying tears of happiness: Thank you Lylaaaaaa! You are aweso- wait a minute?! Couldn't you have told me that sooner?!!!! I've been hiding for HOURS!!!!

Lyla laughing: I know it was hilarious. Hope that thought you a lesson tho. Byeeeee~~~~

At that you pout and Lyla records it, after all your pout is very similar to her boss', she plans showing it to ya as a collage at your wedding after giving the whole "they are so similar it is a wonder you didn't get together sooner" speech.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #gn!reader #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #peter b parker #Miguel just needs a big ass nap #and therapy #all of them need therapy #lyla across the spiderverse #Lyla

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Torture

Plot: Rooster makes a bet with Y/n that if he can beat Hangman's flight time on a new training course, he gets a kiss. Y/n agrees, but this means no kisses for Rooster until he wins.

Requested Prompt: "You owe me a kiss." Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x GN!Reader *Reader is referenced of having the call sign 'Caelus' (Roman God of the sky)

Warnings: Kissing, if that wasn't obvious from the description lol

Words: 1.3k

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Your eyes glanced over the other pilots as they ran past, completing their workouts for the evening. You silently thanked yourself for having worked out earlier in the day rather than now after a long day of flying.

Hearing the padding of footsteps coming from behind you, you assumed it was just another student on a run, until you felt large arms wrap around your waist suddenly.

You let out a gasp as you were lifted off the ground, followed by a familiar laugh.

You held in a laugh as you groaned out "Put me down Bradley!"

As you were placed not so softly back down, you were spun around and pulled into Bradley's chest. He grinned down at you with a dopey smile that you couldn't help but smile at in return.

"Hey sunshine." He said softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Still smiling, you pushed him away with a fake grimace "Ugh, So sweaty!"

He let out a soft laugh "Oh come on, it's not that bad."

You let out a soft giggle as he pulled you towards him again, his arm slung over yours shoulders. As you began waling towards the barracks, you wrapped your arm around his back.

"I hope you're going to the showers."

"I just happen to be, why, wanna come with?"

"You wish."

"Yes, I very much do." He replied quickly with a smile as he looked down at you and wiggled his eyebrows playfully. You rolled your eyes, but let out a soft giggle.

"Hey Rooster, Caelus!" You and Bradley both looked over as Coyote ran past "You hear that Hangman beat the record on the new training course?"

"What time did he get?!" Bradley called out.

"Three fourteen!" Coyote yelled back as he continued running.

You looked up and saw Roosters contemplative face. Looking down at you he nodded lightly "I can beat that, easy."

You squeezed his side "Sure you can big guy."

He looked down at you with a face akin to offence "You don't think I can?"

You let out a soft laugh "I know you could. And, I know you are going to try your hardest, but, not because you want to get a good time, but just because you want to beat Hangman."

"Yeah, and whats wrong with that?"

"You get flustered when you get competitive."

"So,I make mistakes?"

"I did not say that!"

He smiled teasingly before he nodded "I bet you, I can beat him."

Reaching the barracks you stopped at the door "Oh we're betting now are we?"

"Oh yeah." He took a step closer and leaned down a bit "I bet you a kiss I can beat him."

You shook your head as you smiled at him "And if you don't beat him?"

"You get to say I told you so."

You hummed "Nah, not good enough."

"Okay, I'll buy you dinner."

You let out a dramatic gasp as you placed your hand on your chest "He knows me!"

He chuckled as he stepped closer, pulling you towards him "So we got a deal?"

You eyed him, before an idea popped into your head. "Okay, you got a deal." You gently pushed him away "Now go shower before you attract the wildlife."

He let out a small bark of laughter "Okay, okay."

Before he left, he started pulling you closer again, leaning in for a kiss. Lifting up your hand you placed it on his lips, stopping him.

You saw his eyes dart from your hand to your eyes, his brow furrowing. Stepping away from him you repressed a grin, pulling open the door behind you.

"Sorry Roost, but no kiss until you win the bet."

You saw his lips start to curl into a smile before he paused and his face dropped. "Wait, seriously?"

As you stepped inside and let the door go you nodded "Seriously"

Seeing the look of offense and shock cross his face just as the door shut between you, you were unable to hold back the laugh that bubbled up. 'That should motivate him' you thought to yourself as you headed towards your quarters.

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You sat with Phoenix, Coyote, Hangman and a couple other students in the training room, eyes on the screen at the front of the room as Bradley began to start the training course.

You had gone earlier in the day, getting three minutes twenty three seconds, and scoring third in the class so far, only two seconds slower than Phoenix. You hoped for Bradley's sake you'd be fourth at the end of his turn, and that he'd be first.

Glancing over at Hangman, you saw a cocky grin on his face. Looking over, he locked eyes with you and winked. You rolled your eyes before looking back at the screen. You hoped Bradley would wipe that smug look off his face.

More than way through the course, you were hopeful, and Hangman was clearly nervous. Bradley was already three seconds ahead of Hangman's time, but you knew he could lose that lead quickly.

"Come on Brad." You whispered to yourself.

Another minute later and your cheering, Phoenix is clapping beside you, both of you relishing in the angry look on Hangman's face, as the time on the screen read three minutes and ten seconds.

"He got lucky." Hangman offered as he began to leave.

"If that's what helps you get to sleep at night Bagman." You said over your shoulder as you headed out the doors to meet Bradley.

As you walked across the tarmac, you could see the grin on Bradley's face from a mile away as he came out of the hangar. He spread out his arms before he spun around in celebration. You let out a soft laugh as you bowed jokingly.

"Now was I good or was I great?!" He called out.

You smiled and nodded your head, allowing him to gloat "You were great." He grinned as he stopped in front of you "I just wish you could have seen the look on Hangman's face when you beat his time."

He groaned "Oh God I bet that was great."

"His ego definitely took a hit."

"Eh, he'll shake it off, unfortunately." A grin spread across his face. "Now, if I am correct, which I know I am. You owe me a kiss. Actually, scratch that, you owe me four."

"Oh do I now?"

He nodded "Yeah you do. Since you decided no kisses until I won the bet. Last night, no good night kiss, that's one. This morning, no good morning kiss, that's two. Before I flew the course? No good luck kiss, that's three. And now, number four because I beat the course. And I think four works great, seeing as that's how many seconds-"

You let out a laugh before you leaned up quickly, grabbing his face and pressing a kiss to his lips. You felt him freeze for a second before he melted into the kiss. Pulling away you giggled softly as his soft eyes gazed at you.

His lips curled into a bright smile "It was torture not kissing you, you know."

You smiled up at him, your hands still holding his face "Was it?"

He nodded "Absolute torture. I live off those kisses."

"Then I'm sorry I deprived you of them."

He nodded "You should be."

Pulling his face down lightly, you kissed him again. His hands gently grabbed your waist, and as you pulled away he softly hummed. "Two."

Another kiss, this time his arms wrapped fully around you as he pulled you closer. When you pulled away he kept his forehead pressed against your own as he brought his hand up, caressing your face "Three." He muttered.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed again, the fourth owed kiss. He squeezed you closer as he deepened the kiss, briefly lifting your feet of the ground as he did so.

Finally pulling away, a little breathless, he cupped your face. "I love you sunshine."

"And I love you Bradley." Pressing another quick kiss to his lips before pulling away from him, you smiled "That one was for free."

xx End xx

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fabricated-misslieness · 10 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: the prowler and the spider had an infamous rivalry—the prowler was always improving, and the spider refused to die.

ᴀɴᴏɴ: Earth42! Miles had a s/o who was bitten by a spider as well (maybe just an AU where 1116 Miles didn’t get bitten by the spider or there was another one) and they are both rivals under the masks but literally love eachother without them bc they don’t know each other’s identity?? And some angsty if they were in battle and he was beating them tf up and literally about to kill them and removes the mask and MORE ANGST AHH.

ʀᴇ𝐐: yes ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4k ~ alternate universe (within alternate universe) where the reader is bit instead of earth 1610 or earth 42 miles

part 2 (crackfic)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, violence, blood, near death experience

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: we had so little of earth 42 miles so personally i dont like him yet but the request is good

☾⋆☆⋆☽

You had to hand it to him, he was good. He brought a new little gadget each time to take advantage of one of your weaknesses, which thankfully allowed you to discover them yourself and patch them up; but that didn't take away from the fact that he was inventing these little things so quick, or that he was noticing your mistakes.

The Prowler delights himself in your shocked little eye goggles when you punch him with your powers and it doesn't affect him, "D'ya like that? Can't use your little electricity powers on me anymore."

"Personally, I call it Venom, but I suppose," You pull back, regaining your bearings, cracking your knuckles, "it's too much to ask for a little respect."

"Getting tired?" Prowler closes the distance between you easily with his physics defying boots.

"Not at all." You press yourself onto the wall behind you, climbing on with your hands and feet to prepare for an attack. "Just caught me at the end of my shift, 's all."

"Exactly."

You ignore the little comment and aim up to shoot a web towards the ceiling, but then... click. Fuck, you were out of web fluid. He really was paying close attention to you.

You push yourself off the wall instead, diving towards him to topple him over. He dodges with his boots, leaving you to stumble onto the ground. He brings an empowered punch down while you're off your feet, but you roll over to the side, onto your back to dodge.

The ground beside you shatters as his punch lands, incredibly loud. Your ears ring as you hop back onto your feet.

"What's next? Lasers? Cat machine guns?"

"Cat machine guns?" The Prowler laughs, standing straight again. "What are you, nine?"

"Are you not nine? I thought we were the same age." You punch, but he blocks it with his sturdy gauntlets. You hop back before he can counter.

"Oh, you definitely did not." He lunges forward, aiming a punch to your head, but you dodge under and sweep his feet. He falls harshly onto his back, leaving him stunned for a second. You try to take advantage of it, but as you pull back your arm for a punch, your spider-sense warns you of something from behind.

You dodge to the side. As you regain your ground, your feet slip and you fall against the wall. For a moment, as the both of you focus up, you look around the room. What triggered your spider-sense? There was nothing or no one here, no one except for the Prowler.

Speaking of, he stands, clutching his head with one hand; and he's laughing.

"That was one of your tricks, wasn't it?"

Your powers allow you to regain your composure much faster and you take the opportunity to punch him.

The Prowler falters, taking a few steps back but keeping himself on his feet, "You punch like a baby."

"I don't want to kill you." You reason.

"Kill me?" He laughs, "With what, kindness?"

As he stabilizes himself, something else triggers your Spider-sense, and you dodge at nothing again. Another comes from behind and you stumble forward, right into his range. The Prowler punches, and it connects.

"What's up with that, anyway?" The punch knocks you back against the wall and you climb up desperately out of his reach. "You never kill. I always come back."

"It's my one rule."

"No one's asking you to keep it."

Another thing triggers your Spider-sense, then another, different directions, you can't keep up with them at the same time. Trapped in a corner, you let out a burst of Venom to try to decimate them before they can even reach you.

"What a pathetic little Spider."

The Prowler swings up, allowing his gauntlet to burst out with its usual mechanical power... and your Venom. The shock brings you to the ground, where you writhe in its cold tile with a searing pain and aftershocks of electricity. You're pretty sure you broke something–or pulled something, you really can't tell.

"Reusing my Venom?" You snicker with the last energy you have, "Running out of ideas, Prowler?"

"A blabbermouth 'till the end." You can hear the humor in his voice as he brings a punch down.

Crack!

His hands stays there, atop your head, his other one pins your shoulder to the ground. So this was it.

"I don't suppose," You wheeze out, "my rule applies to you?"

He ignores that comment, staring down at you. The mask tore in the area of one of your eyes.

His mask was always ruthless. It resembled a gas mask, preparing for the worse, but it also projected an image: his narrowed, emotionless eyes. To top it all off, he almost seemed to have the horns of a devil.

"You have nice eyes."

He was about to kill you and he was cracking jokes... he was about to kill you, and you never got to say goodbye to Miles.

"I wonder what you look like." He grabs a hold of your mask harshly with his gauntlet, "Did you ever wonder what I looked like?" and he pulls.

Now, without the mask in the way, you spit blood onto the tiled ground.

Suddenly, he seizes up, like he's frozen in place.

"Don't you think you're dragging this out?"

The Prowler lets go. He falls to his knees beside you, beginning to sob. He gathers you in his arms like you're glass, like he wasn't so hellbent on stopping your heartbeat just a few seconds ago.

Powerless, you simply rest in his arms. "This is a change, isn't it?"

"God, where do you find the strength?" He questions, chuckling a dry laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"A lot of coffee, let's say."

"Shut up."

The mask on his face disassembles itself, and–oh.

"Miles?"

"I'm so fucking sorry." He buries his head into the crook of your weak neck. His sobs make you feel the need to protect him, to kiss the tears that stain his face away, but you can barely move.

You can still, however, heave a sigh of relief. "Look, I'm not dead yet." Though your mouth was lathered in disgusting coppery blood. "Surely my little genius can carry me to safety?"

"Yes." He stands, shell shocked, with you in your arms. You felt so light, so weak, and it was all because of him. "I'm–"

You bring a weak hand to cup his jaw, the highest you could bring it. You can feel the wet tears gathered there. "You can be sorry later."

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You examine yourself in the mirror of the Morales apartment–thank that little spider that you've got healing powers–when you hear the front door open, meaning Miles is back with some first aid shit. "Miles, how am I supposed to explain this to my aunt?!" You call.

Miles stumbles towards the bathroom, the rustle of the plastic bag accompanying his footsteps.

He didn't know how you were so quick to forgive all the injuries he'd given you, all the harm he'd caused. He didn't know how you weren't screaming at him, how you didn't want to kill him. He had done you wrong so many times and you weren't even angry.

But when he stops in the bathroom doorway and you turn to him, he sees the look in your eyes. It's the same as always, full of love for him, appreciation for him; like everything good in the world was embodied in him.

New scars were forming on your face, the same that littered his body, the telltale scars of being struck by lightning. "I guess we match now."

He stares down at the rolled up sleeves of his hoodie. He'd never shown them to you, the very scars you caused him unknowingly. They were like lightning up his arms and his legs and his torso, only missing on his face. He was a dangerous storm, and you had dared to love him.

"I love you." He drops the bag and brings you in his arms again.

Your knees give in, for you were still weak, but he had you. He was there to support you, to keep you up. "I love you too."

"I'm sorry." He says again.

"I know." You reply simply. "...you are what keeps me going, by the way. You're the reason I find strength even in the worst of times."

"Te amo, te amo, te amo..." Miles whispers over and over again. (I love you.)

He didn't need to question why you weren't angry with him, so long as you loved him.

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milesmolasses · 10 months

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SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)

— miles is a skater boy and u can’t tell me i’m wrong

— felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead y’all can have this

— alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino

— ⚠️: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing

standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.

you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.

"get ready, i’m taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.

"damn… now I don’t gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.

closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.

walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me what’s in the bag?"

rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasn’t like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.

after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.

following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.

"c’mon it’s part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.

giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.

in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"

"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didn’t expect was a clean slate. miles board wasn’t painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.

"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.

"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.

"don’t flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash i’m goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was joking— miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.

your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.

grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.”

you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.

after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"

"uh nooo— wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.

"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "i’m just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.

turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.

adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.

"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"

"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.

"mmhm, i’m pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting before," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.

“sooo you copied a renaissance paining?”

"nah," you whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance niggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.

miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. “shut the hell up and show me the board,” he laughed.

you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as it’s base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.

miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldn’t help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so where’s MY board morales?"

"don’t worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.

it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.

"okay… so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.

you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."

as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, “so am I the best boyfriend ever or what?”

— made this super quick

— bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it

— but TRUST, this year it will be in use

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ghxstmxchine · 10 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

All the little ways they show love...

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ will stop in his tracks all the time whenever you have to stop to tie your shoes, it doesn't matter how far ahead the rest of your friends are. He doesn’t mind, always telling you that you both can catch up pretty quick and to take your time. If you need, he’ll tie them for you, promising that he’ll make sure they won’t come undone again, but he’ll always wait for you if they do. He’s got nothing better to do than be with you

Her interactions with Miles may make her seem oblivious, but ɢᴡᴇɴ is quick to notice everything when it comes to you. She’s always fixing your appearance, the strand of hair that’s sticking out weird she’s already carefully smoothing down. She’ll adjust any of your jewelry for you and swipe away marks from your cheeks with a giggle, but she’s never prompted. She’s always just doing it without second thought

Nothing is really sacred to ʜᴏʙɪᴇ, especially not any of his accessories. When you point out a patch of his you really like, you’ll find it stuck on your backpack. When you compliment his rings, he’s already sliding one onto your finger and kissing the back of your hand. Whenever you ask him why he does it he just replies with a shrug and sly smirk, why would he keep it when it looks better on you

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ shares everything with you, he saves you the other half of his orange and always leaves a portion of his drink for you. He shares his bed when you’re too tired to go home and it’s late and lets you sleep under his favorite handmade blanket. He leaves one hand free while carrying things just so he can still hold your hand. He shares truly everything, his secrets, his belongings and even himself

It’s easy to feel almost forgotten with ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ, he’s always getting lost in his work making you feel less than top priority. But the flowers on the counter he brings home are always replaced once they start to wilt and the coffee is always in the pot when you wake up in the morning. He may not be there in person all the time to show you how much you mean to him, but he embeds his love in every inch of your house

more visually accessible version here

#across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv #spiderverse x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gn reader

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luvmorales · 8 months

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MISSING YOU HOURS 𖤍

pairing ⊹˚. 42!miles morales x gn!reader

summary → miles is out on a mission and you can’t help but miss his touch

contains ☾₊ ⊹ fluff, cuddling, kissing

miles being out on a mission had you tossing and turning in your bed. he said he would just come tomorrow morning because he’d probably finish late.

ever since you started dating miles you’ve gotten used to his long arms wrapping around your body as you fall asleep. without him here you can’t fall asleep

feeling defeated as you continue to shuffle around in your bed looking at the time; it reads 1:35 AM. “why can’t time go faster” you groan out, putting your head under your pillow

you were distracted from your thoughts when you heard someone knock on your bedroom door, you thought it was your ma letting you know she got back from work, “one second mom” you say as you shuffle out of your warm duvet covers. you didn’t receive a response

“or don’t say anything i guess…” getting annoyed that you had to get out of your bed

as you open the door you look up and see your boyfriend miles, “wha-” you try to speak but miles puts his finger on your lips as he wraps his arms around your torso and guides you back to bed

“did anyone see you come in?” you say lying back down and patting the spot beside you for miles to lie down

“no mami” your stomach getting filled with butterflies, “i thought you were coming by tomorrow,” you say raising your eyebrows

“i just had to see you, i already missed you” he lays his head on your chest, you smile kissing his forehead feeling all gushy that he missed you “good thing you came cause i couldn’t sleep” you whisper out

“wow ma you missed me that much?” he grins looking up at your soft features, you roll your eyes playfully, nudging his shoulder “hmm maybe i did”

he pulls you closer to him nuzzling his head into your neck “you’re so warm” he whispers in your ear, driving you crazy with his low voice

turning around to face him “you just can’t help yourself can you” you let out a soft laugh snuggling into his chest

miles reaches under your tank and starts drawing little doodles onto your back, you start to feel your eyelids grow heavier by the second

and just like that you were fast asleep in your boyfriends arms

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vhstown · 9 months

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love you more

— 1610!miles morales x gn!reader

summary: Miles sneaks in while your parents are asleep; he always has to get the last word in.

warnings: fluff, angst if you squint

word count: 0.9k

a/n: i love this trope too much who cares if its cliche i love loserboy in love

look outside ;) Read 2:53 AM

Fire escape — sitting outside your bedroom by his hands and feet, was Miles in all of his 3am glory, the slyest grin on his face. Heaving the covers off of yourself as a grin of your own formed, you quietly slid the window open. You glanced at him, then at your door. The house was silent for now, and as much as you were trying to be too, it was almost always impossible with Miles.

He slipped off his shoes by the escape stairs, leaping easily onto your mattress through the window in one fluid motion.

"Hey." His voice was barely above a whisper, hints of adrenaline and drowsiness in it as he turned to look at you.

You shuffled over to make room for him, pulling the covers over his bare shins. "Hi."

Apart from the glow of the mellow streetlights, it was totally dark in your room. You still could make out the way his eyes were shining, softened as they reflected back you. Miles didn't get to see you at the most ideal times, but you didn't need perfect. This was more than enough, even if the boy was wearing shorts on a freezing spring night. He shuffled closer, shoulders tensing up from the cold.

"What time do you call this?" You couldn't hide the warmth in your voice. It had been a while.

"Uh, morning...?" He let out a breath for a laugh, brows knitting together in amusement. "You sound like my mom."

"I could call her."

"You wouldn't." He pulled you into a loose embrace, and any teasing energy you had left was completely taken over by a comforting tiredness as you hugged him back. If you saw the red and black material underneath his hoodie, you didn't say anything.

"Need to lock my door," you murmured, leaning towards the edge of your bed only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder.

"I wont stick around long." The half-smirk Miles gave you was almost boyish as he pulled you back against his chest. His hoodie was soft and smelled like lavender, and you missed him too much to care, letting him rest his head on top of yours. "Besides, we've never been caught."

"You've never been caught." You didn't want to mention the time you tried to sneak out. That was beyond embarrassing. And rocky.

"Cause your boyfriend's got superpowers."

"Like I don't know, Spider-boy."

"Spider-Man." His voice leaked through into a defensive murmur, making your heart race a little for more than one reason.

"Yeah, yeah..." Your arms came around his waist, and his silent laugh made your heart swirl. It was almost more embarrassing how much you missed him. Maybe you'd have to try and sneak out again. "Where were you?"

Your voice was muffled, but the question was genuine — sombre? Miles could never make you sad. Right now, he was here to fill the Spider-boy-shaped hole in your heart. Even then, your hand reached to squeeze his hand to keep him from disappearing. He probably would in a couple of minutes.

He squeezed your hand back, fingers locking into yours. "In another universe."

A part of you might've believed him, maybe because of the sleepiness. You let out a sigh that was far more expressive than any of the words you'd exchanged before. His arm wrapped around you tighter.

"You know I love you, right?" he murmured into your hair.

"Love you too." There was a moment of silence, and you let yourself sink into it. Your defences were down a second too long, already imagining the grin on his face.

"Love you more." You were about to mumble out a retort, but the sound of creaking in the hallway forced you to sit up.

The both of you held your breath, hands still loosely laced together. Click! The glow of the bathroom light faded and you let out an exhale, meeting Miles' window-lit eyes.

You were quiet for another second as the bathroom door locked, before whispering again. "Love you the most."

"That's cheating." The smile warmed his voice, and he leaned over to capture your lips, hand on your shoulder. Chaste, warm, kind of minty — you already missed the feeling of his kiss.

"I loved you first," you challenged, not sure if it was even true. Your eyes narrowed with mirth; he wouldn't win this time. You leaned in to kiss him again before he could protest, only to pull away at the sound of the bathroom door opening again. The hallway light switched on. Silence, and both of your eyes fixed to your bedroom door, and footsteps. His hand slowly slipped from your shoulder.

"I told you," you mouthed, though it wasn't obvious what you told him. He pushed off of your shoulder, gently manoeuvring behind you to the window. When the strip of light underneath your door shadowed, he pressed a kiss to your hair, mouth still by your ear as he leaned backwards onto the windowsill.

"I still love you more." You didn't even have a chance to process his words before he let go of your shoulder and rolled out of your room, pulling the window shut.

Not bothering to see where he went, you quickly pulled the covers over you, turning away as your door creaked open and the hallway light bled into your room. Of course Miles had to get the last word. Still, your cheeks heated as you processed what he said, the feeling of his lips against your hair leaving a warm tingling sensation as you waited to be alone again.

As soon as the door closed, a smile spread across your face. You reached for your phone, burrowed under your blanket as you typed out a text.

ily more Delivered

Miles had probably turned his read receipts off; you wouldn't put it past him. Deciding not to call him, you went to bed that night swearing you'd get him next time. That's what you told yourself every other time, at least.

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thank you for reading ^^ this is my first sort of one shot drabble thingy idk lol i thought of this at at 3am i love miles 🫶

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venuscrashed · 10 months

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Prowler Miles Morales x Quiet reader

18 + blogs DNI

pt 2

Start:

At the beginning of school he didn’t really notice you, or at least payed attention. He didn’t really care, just trying to survive school without trouble.

But something about you was…alluring.

You didn’t talk nor listen to anyone. You were just there being in your own little bubble, not caring about the world.

It wasn’t until you were loud did you get his attention. No, not loud in the sense of screaming. But loud as in you bashed a kids head into the table.

Class had been going on for about 20 minutes now but it was torture. The kid behind you decided to mess with you. He was pulling your hair, clothes, taking your work and you tried your best to stop him but it just didn’t work. It wasn’t until you he stole your backpack did you get triggered.

You looked at him, staring at him as a way to tell him stop. He only looked back amused. “What?” He asked, “You gonna say something?”

You laughed, this idiot. You turned around full now. He was about to say something but before he could you grabbed his head and slammed down into the desk in-front of him. The noise echoed through the classroom, catching the attention of every student, including the teacher.

The teacher stood up and walked over to both of your desks. As part of their job they sent you to the office and took the kid to the nurse.

You were suspended.

That was the first time Miles payed attention to you.

He learned your name and quickly took a liking to you.

While you were suspended, Miles was stalking you in his Prowler costume. He made note of your everyday schedule, learning you favorite stores, hobbies, favorite places, etc.

He knew where you’d be and it was only by coincidence that he met you at the park. Right?

He went up to you and introduced himself. Hoping to be friends. You, of course, agreed.

Confession:

It took a while for you guys to start dating. Him being as emotional as a wall and all. But that didn’t stop him from catching feelings first.

He only noticed his feelings after you backed him up in a fight with some kid from your school.

Miles had no idea how to confess. He asked his mom what to do. He was so desperate he asked his uncle even!

After a while of thinking he just confessed to you outside of your window.

It was cold and windy and you were absolutely bored. You were just unsuspended and wee already at school for a week but that still didn’t stop your parents from ungrounding you. You had no phone or tv and no motivation to do anything. You were laying in your bed contemplating life until you heard a noise from your window.

You lifted your head, it was Miles. Miles, your only friend and reason to escape this boredom. Reluctantly, you got up from bed and opens your window.

“[Name].”

You hummed in response.

Miles was unusually hesitant. You couldn’t really tell but you could have sworn he was blushing. “[Name], I…” He took a deep breath before making eye contact, “I like you.”

Your eyes widened, you stared at him in shock, you couldn’t believe this. He was staring at you waiting for you to process this.

After a couple of minutes he asked a question. “Will you go out with me?”

You shook your head yes and that’s all he needed before he kissed you.

“[Name]-“ your mom walked in.

Dating:

You got grounded longer.

Although, your parents finally met Miles and somewhat approves if your relationship.

Miles is clingy. He’s always by your side or at least watching you from afar.

If anyone bothers you, he steps in and starts to talk back. You may have to hold him back if they get to personal.

He’s pretty quiet to but more vocal than you.

He does the talking for the both of you, talking for you in conversations with him and others.

If someone comments about how your quiet he’s already punching them.

If you ever get in trouble he’ll always try’s to take the blame.

When he introduces you to his mom and uncle he’s telling them everything about you, even when you leave.

“And [Name] looks good in purple, especially in winter time and-“

“Miles, I just wanted to know what their favorite color was not their whole life story.”

This man has his are wrapped around you all the time.

He likes to just lay there and watch a movie with you in his arms.

Sometimes he’ll listen to music with you and just tell you random stuff in his mind.

Overall he’s protective and quiet with you.

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