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daydreaming-en-pointe ยท 11 months ago
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A very Spidey Christmas - 1610!Miles
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Pairing: 1610!Miles Morales x GN!reader
Word count: 359
Warnings: Mentions of food (Christmas cookies), use of a nickname (mi corazรณn) slightly immature reader (theyโ€™re just a lil frustrated yall ๐Ÿ’”)
A/N: sorry itโ€™s so short ๐Ÿ˜”
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โ€œHow are you so good at this?!โ€
You had been at it for almost an hour now, trying your very best to get a steady stream from your piping bag so you could write little words on the Christmas sugar cookies Rio had given you and Miles to decorate.
Miles chuckled softly, scooting closer to watch your futile attempts at drawing a tree in green icing. โ€œOh, you know. Iโ€™m just awesomely artistic, nobody can frost cookies as well as I can~โ€
You raised your eyebrows at the exaggerated attitude packed into his voice as he pretended to flip an imaginary ponytail over his shoulder. โ€œOh, okay then. Take these, will you?โ€
His overly sassy faรงade crumbled as you pushed your plate of cookies toward him and made to get up. โ€œOkay, okay, Iโ€™m sorry - see, the trick is to spread your fingers evenly over the base of the bag. Youโ€™ll have more control over the line that way. Also, donโ€™t squeeze too hard or itโ€™ll come out blobby.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™ll come out blobby,โ€ You muttered under your breath as you took the plate of cookies. Was that comment immature? Yeah, definitely. Did you care? Not particularly. You grabbed your piping bag again, trying not to let your frustration get the better of you as you watched the slow line of icing appear along the cookieโ€™s border.
The silence that followed your remark would have been odd, almost awkward if you couldnโ€™t somehow sense the wrath of the ever-familiar doe-eyed gaze that was being unleashed upon you.
โ€œMiles, no,โ€ You tried to put your hand in front of him to block him from your view, but he grabbed your wrist and gently tugged it away, forcing you to look him straight in his eyes. Big brown eyes didnโ€™t do them justice, they were more likeโ€ฆ pools of chocolate with honeycomb undertones. Enough to put a puppyโ€™s saddest gaze to shame.
โ€œNoooo, not the eyes - you know I canโ€™t handle those eyes!โ€ You complained, a small laugh gracing your tone as he pulled you in to plant a kiss on your cheek, wearing a large shit-eating grin.
โ€œThatโ€™s the idea, mi corazรณn.โ€
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Mi corazรณn - my heart :D
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daydreaming-en-pointe ยท 11 months ago
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หš เผ˜โ™ก ยทหš mind of a poet, voice of an angel. โ‚Šหšห‘เผ„ุ˜
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(requested by @itsparis-07 ๐Ÿ’œ)
Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader
Type: Drabble - Fluff
Word count: 520
Warnings: Use of Y/N, use of nicknames (sweetheart, sweets, love) readerโ€™s insecure about their work, and Hobie cusses once but apart from that nothing but fluff and Hobie being encouraging! :)
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โ€œI know your band might not like it, but I think-โ€
Hobie glanced up at you from the piece of lined paper you had given to him, your rushed handwriting scrawled on the lines, as if you were writing like the thoughts would immediately disappear into the forgotten void at the back of your mind if you didnโ€™t get the words onto the paper.
โ€œYou undersell yourself way too much, sweetโ€™eart. This is beauโ€™iful. It sounds so ethereal, and โ€˜ve only read the lyrics. Could ya sing it for me? Please?โ€ He gave you an encouraging smile, his brown eyes soft and sweet and altogether so comforting to the insecurities raging inside your mind and cutting critically into your work like little knives.
You took the paper from him, your eyes roaming over the words. You practically had the melody imprinted in your mind, a testament to how proud you were of this particular piece when you had initially created it. Now though, you werenโ€™t that sure.
You werenโ€™t so confident with your voice, hated how shaky it sounded when you wanted it to sound accurate and how it could hit all the right notes when you didnโ€™t need it to. And suddenly the lyrics which you had come up with didnโ€™t sound so great to you anymore.
โ€œReally? Right now?โ€ You questioned, looking uncertainly into his eyes and inhaling slightly when he nodded. โ€œOnly if youโ€™re okay witโ€™ it, love.โ€
You took a breath to steady yourself, humming the tune quietly before launching into song, the melody shifting from sweet and sad to upbeat and hopeful and everywhere in between as you conveyed the emotions behind the lyrics as best as you could.
You trailed off as you finished the song, your voice going quiet as Hobie stared at you, his eyes wide with awe. โ€œSo uh, yeah, thatโ€™s the song. What do you thinkโ€ฆ?โ€
Your question was answered as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. โ€œBloody โ€˜ell, Y/N. You never told me you were an angel in disguise,โ€ He chuckled softly as you buried your face in his neck with embarrassment and a little pride at his praise. โ€œโ€˜M serious, sweets. You โ€˜ave the mind of a poet and the voice of an angel.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re boosting my ego,โ€ You laughed softly, pulling back to give him a chaste peck on the lips.
โ€œGood. Exactly what I was trying to do. You deserve to have more of an ego about this,โ€ He grinned at you, picking you up and twirling you around the room before settling you comfortable on the edge of the couch, taking a few minutes to dig around in the messy corner, the piles of clothes and other assorted Hobie-objects hindering his search for something. He finally joined you in the couch a few minutes later with the strap of his guitar looped securely behind his neck as he strummed a few chords.
โ€œOkay, now letโ€™s find a way to pair this with my guitar, yeah? Itโ€™ll sound fuckinโ€™ awesome, trusโ€™ me. Especially with your voice.โ€
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