#Cat Prowler Doors

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hello could you write a fic for miles42 having an airhead gf like shes his opposite (kind, always smiling, extroverted but shes a bit blunt) !! for the fic u can do wtv u want tbh !! but if u dont have any inspiration u could do something about her meeting miles42’s mom nd uncle or, him taking his gf on a date or wtv u want bc idk if my ideas are good lmaoo

(Hello! Sure I can and here ya go! Enjoy!)

Earth 42!Miles Morales x Opposite!Reader

It's so funny how you guys even ended up getting together

You both obviously clash but oddly work out well together

Even Miles was surprised he ended up with you

"Blink twice if he kidnapped you, kid."

Words of Uncle Aaron the first time he met you

When Uncle Aaron and his mother met you, they probably thought he was gonna be with someone who matched him, probably Emo or at least similar to him

And to their surprise, and his mother's joy

You walked into the door!

His mother thinks your good for Miles, she sees you're able to get him to smile more, he's happier and she sometimes sees specks of Miles before his dad died come back

Even if Miles is surprised at himself he really does love you

He needs someone like you in his life

Walking down the street hand in hand people would never think that you guys were together

Even in photos, you're smiling, it always seems like he has a permanent frown on his face until out come along

It always looks like two completely different photos, but no

He warns you about being kind to everyone though, as he noticed is a habit of yours

Brooklyn isn't safe, everyone knows that and you could get hurt because you're too kind

You're kinda an airhead also

You once followed a man into his house because he said he had cats and she had kittens

Don't worry, the man was a kind and older man but the principle still stands

Miles noticed you're sorta an airhead, not a bad thing but something he looks out for you for

But he truly does love how much you care for him, his mom and even Uncle Aaron

When you guys first met he was a little suspicious

Just because he wasn't used to that in Brooklyn anymore

You were also incredibly blunt

He found it funny at first when it was at other people

He gets kinda frozen and can't help but sigh when it's directed at him

He thought Uncle Aaron would not like you when he brought you home

Not him mom

But you did great!

He didn't even need to warn you about calling his mom by her first name

He's gotta get used to you being so extroverted

Especially because now he is more closed off and likes to keep to himself more

Especially being the Prowler

But when you want to do anything and everything, social and make friends

He's the one looking over your shoulder and directing you away from assholes

He loves you, but he doesn't want you being hurt

You got them scary boyfriend privileges

I think you guys make a great pair

Miles was initially hesitant to introduce you to his mom and Uncle Aaron, but you wore him down.

So that's how he stood in the hallway of his own apartment like the guest, as his mother already liked you.

Plus, you didn't call her by her first name.

"Aye, you're so pretty, Mija." Miles' mother smiled at you, getting a genuine one back as she stood next to you, glancing at Miles.

"Oh, ¿cómo te las arreglaste?" Mrs. Morales started, her son blushed as he stood behind you, watching his mom practically flaunt around you.

"Mom!" Miles complained, Mrs. Morales waving him off with an eye roll.

"How did you meet my son of all people, hon?" Mrs. Morales asked, guiding you to the kitchen as you followed behind her, laughing under your breath.

"Well, I was walking to Mr. Gonzalez's bakery, and I was in line but I looked outside," you started, Miles freezing in embarrassment at the upcoming story as Uncle Aaron laughed.

"I saw Miles standing there in the window, but he was just staring at me?" You said, a confused tone in your voice as Miles could hear his mom chuckle.

"Anyway, I smiled at him and he sorta jumped. He…sorta smiled back? It was a little loopy but then he turned away real quick, but he tripped."

"Oh, man…" Uncle Aaron laughed, wrapping an arm around his nephew's shoulder as Miles looked down, blushing thankfully hidden as he hid his face in his shirt.

"He fell sorta hard so I went outside to help him, and yeah!" You smiled, Miles shaking his head as Uncle Aaron elbowed him.

"Stop…" Miles muttered, turning around to head to the kitchen as Uncle Aaron couldn't keep in his laugh any more.

Hey, you said it how it was.

Miles may complain about it, but seeing how you were sitting on the counter talking to his mom with a smile on his face, he couldn't complain about it much.

[sunaluv]

Kinda random but what if 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 her tf up and literally about to kill her and removes the mask and MORE ANGST AHH. Thank You!!

omg i luvvv this idea!!!

"-coming up next, more sightings of the prowler around brooklyn. though his intentions unknown, it can be assumed that-"

both you and miles were sat in silence listening to the news report. his arm around your shoulders begun to bounce up and down as he watched the news lady talk about how he was an assumed criminal.

"out of everything, you choose to watch the news?" an unimpressed expression drew on his face, hoping you don't take note of the slight agitation in his tone.

"yeah." your gaze is stuck on the tv, eyes dancing around the screen trying to analyse as much as you can from the tv as you watched the masked figure evade the cameras lens.

the prowler was a... difficult subject for you. the you miles doesn't know about at least. the few interactions you've had with him as spider woman were very confusing. you obviously had a feud going on, the game of cat and mouse coming nowhere to an end. but for some reason, your spider senses seemed to be immune to him-- one of his abilities you assume. since that fact was revealed to you, you've been hyperfixated on the boy, using any public (sometimes private) resource out there to get a one up on him.

a deep groan came from your boyfriends throat. "you have a crush on him or somethin', ma?"

finally, your gaze is removed from the tv. "maybe i do," you teased, "he's an interesting character,"

nothing else was said that night and miles was forced to watch you stare this guy (which was him) down. it got to the point where he wasn't even sure you had blinked in the past 10 minutes.

once the headlines were no longer about the prowler, you had a change of heart and decided tv was no longer interesting and called it a night.

"sorry i was kinda absent tonight," you stood up with the intention of going to sleep. "you can sleep over if you want."

"all good. i don't think i can stay over though." miles rubbed his hands on his thighs, before standing up. "ill catch you later, mami."

he kissed your cheek gently, before leaving.

you walked him to the door, listening until his footsteps were out of view. once the hallway was quiet, you walked to your room with practiced, hushed footsteps before sliding your spider suit on with familiar fastness.

with a new objective in mind, you elegantly swung towards the main city whilst keeping an eye out for potential danger on the way. after making your daily night time rounds, you perched on top of a tall office building to rest a little.

"you're back."

the familiar voice spoke from behind you. the prowler had once again startled you with his masked prescence. thankfully, you were certain he had no way of telling how your heart rate slightly increased from the shock.

"saw you on the news today," you stood, making your way towards the man who had yet to move an inch. "you've officially been recognised as a criminal, congrats."

he watched, allowing you to get within meters of him. through your peripheral, you noted the subtle glow rasiating from his claws. you waited for him to make his move and it came.

finally, your spider sense reacted.

though the period between the instinct and the attack was much too short and before you knew it, he had dealt a heavy blow to your side but this attack was not like the others. whatever that was glowing in his hands had stored enough force to blast your body way leftwards, making you fall off the building.

the next series of attacks came quick. after using your webs to save yourself from falling, you quickly generated an electric current in your hands as you were now on the defense.

your spider sense was going crazy, as if making up for all those times it had failed you in the past.

left. right. from behind. a flurry of attacks were unleashed on you, filled with such hatred. you had managed to shock him a few times, but he had also snuck in a few of his own, never seen before attacks.

fifteen minutes have passed and the two of you were running on pure adrenaline at this point. all cards have been revealed and nobody had the juice to keep pulling out the flashy special attacks from before.

he had you pinned to the ground. "this ends right now araña," he held his claw to your throat, spikes digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood.

from behind the mask, miles watched as you choked and struggled, before going limp in his hold. he checked your pulse and confirmed you had just passed out. he had time to deal with you later, he needed some information before he discarded you after all.

releasing his hands from the claws, his fingers hooked under the mask to lift it and his blood ran cold seeing you, his lover, passed out on the dirty streets of new york with blood running down your face and bruises and cuts marked on cheeks which he had kissed an hour before.

he had done this to you. even worse, he had come at you with the intention to kill you.

"what have you done, mi amor," he whispered, eyes glossing over. "i'm so sorry," he had lifted you up and hugged you as tight as he could whilst trying not to apply more pressure to your cracked ribs which was again, his fault.

miles, the man who swore to kill anyone who harmed a hair on your pretty little head had now become the man he hated.

[redstarwriting]

the clash | ix. last caress

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.4k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, cavity-inducing fluff, crying hobie, mentions of giving blood, mentions of procedures, needy cat, mention of weed, allusions(ish) to s*icide

a/n: omg writing fluff takes me so much longer than anything else cause i’m squirmin around and squealin BUT here it is! second to last chapter! (also, i’m not black so i hope i touched on the haircare for black hairstyles right! if i missed the mark please let me know and i will re-educate myself!) what a wild ride, i’ll get the last chapter either up late tonight, or tomorrow! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! 

previous chapter: viii. love you to death

now reading: ix. last caress

next chapter: x. brand new

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When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the smell. Weed and incense. You groggily open your eyes, realizing you’re clutching a bat plushie. You grin. It’s cute, especially since it belonged to Hobie’s world, and you didn’t own a bat plushie. You sink further into the satin pillow, shocked at how comfortable you are in his bed. You hear the soft sound of a guitar playing, and you reluctantly and slowly sit up. Your intention is to go harass Hobie, but damn. Venom must have done a number on you. You’re sore as hell, and your energy is still almost completely gone. You successfully sit, but you’re immediately leaning against the wall as you do. The guitar playing stops, and you hear Hobie’s thick accent from the next room over. “You awake in there, love?”

“Yes,” you say, your voice is scratchy. How long have you been asleep? He walks into his room and leans against his door frame. He’s wearing casual clothes, his suit nowhere to be found, and yet somehow, he still looks cooler and more attractive than anyone you’ve ever met. “You know, you really should be layin’ down,” he says, and you shrug. He walks over to you and sits on the bed, next to your legs. You notice he has dark circles under his eyes, and he looks exhausted. “How are you feelin’?” he asks, placing his hand on yours. You shrug. “Honestly, been better.” He nods and looks down. You frown. “What’s on your mind there, Hobie?” He plays with your fingers, and you turn your hand over, grasping his. He visibly relaxes a bit. You softly squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. “I… need to tell you somethin’,” he starts, “Somethin’… bad.”

“What…?” you look nervous. He looks at you and frowns. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Seeing the fireworks with you,” you respond, and he nods. “Good,” he mumbles, “I guess I should start with tellin’ you you been sleepin’ for three days now.”

“Three days?” you ask, surprised. He nods, “Yeah.”

“Have I been here the whole time?”

“Mhm,” he says, dreading the next thing he’s about to tell you. “I appreciate it, Hobie, but why not just take me home? Do I look like I need a caretaker?” you joke, and he smiles a bit. “Yeah, actually, you do,” he responds and you grin. “But uh… you are home now…” he says, and you look at him confused.

 “What?” He sighs, scooting further onto his bed and turning to face you with his whole body. His other hand reaches out, and he cradles the hand he’s holding with both of his hands. “Right, lemme just… start from the beginnin’, then. Venom takin’ control of you… that wasn’t meant to happen,” he says, staring at your joined hands. “What shoulda happened was Venom was supposed to take over m–… the Prowler. And then, uh… then he woulda become the spider of your world after Venom bondin’ with you for a short while and gainin’ your spider abilities before returnin’ to the Prowler…”

“So, there would have been two of us? One good and one bad?” you ask, and Hobie looks up at you with a sad expression. “��No. No, there woulda been one bad cause… well…”

“I was supposed to die…?” you whisper, and he nods, his grip on your hand tightening. “I woulda saved you either way, but… I accidentally-on-purpose interfered and–”

“You killed the Prowler,” you finish his sentence, and he looks at you surprised. “Venom mentioned something about you killing someone, so…” you mumble, and he nods. “Yeah… yeah, I kinda lost my cool for a bit after seein’ what he did to you and uh… took matters into my own hands,” he says, and you nod slowly. “What did Venom mean by you killed yourself?” Hobie freezes and looks down again. How the hell is he supposed to explain this one? Guess he’ll just say it and accept whatever reaction you have. “The Prowler on your world… was me,” he whispers the last part, feeling himself tear up. He prepares himself for you to pull your hand away and use what little energy you had to travel to Gwen’s world and never talk to him again. He would completely understand, learning that someone identical to him ruined your life in so many ways must be jarring.

So, he prepares for the worst.

What he doesn’t prepare for is to feel your hand on his cheek, gently wiping away a single tear that escaped down his cheek with your thumb. “That wasn’t you, Hobie. He may have had your face and your name, but… he wasn’t you,” you assure, and he swallows the lump in his throat. The anxiety wracking his body eases slightly, and he lets out a shaky breath. One of his hands comes up to grasp yours on his cheek, holding it there as he leans his face into it, closing his eyes. He feels another tear fall, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t agree with society’s take on masculinity. He opens his eyes again, looking at your face. “Don’t cry, love,” he hears you say, and he gives you a small smile. “Nah, that’s my nickname for you.”

“And?” you say, grinning at him softly, “I’m not one to necessarily give a fuck what you say.”

“Cheeky. You’re lucky I loved it,” he says, and you softly laugh. “But uh… right, so I killed myself, sorta.”

“In a way.”

“A different me. Did you know he worked with the cops?”

“Oh yeah. They hate me. Another clear indication that he is not you in any way except physical,” you say, and he grins. “Well, in the fight we had–”

“Did he hurt you?” you ask, and he shrugs. “He tried. I won, though. Obviously. But the fight was in Oscorp Labs, and durin’ it… I broke some glass, releasin’ Venom to the outside world like the bloody dickhead I am,” he explains, and you nod, but give him a look. “You’re not a dickhead, Hobie. If you weren’t there, evil you would have bonded with it because he wouldn’t have died, so… maybe it was a good thing?” you suggest, trying to lighten Hobie’s dark mood. “Maybe. But then Venom followed me back to your flat after I killed who it was originally supposed to bond with,” he says, and you frown. “It probably wanted to bond with you,” you say, and he raises an eyebrow. “It told me it feeds off of the life force of humans, and the easiest way to make it more powerful is for the host to have strong negative emotions. That’s why it taunts and belittles whoever it has control of. To piss them off. It probably saw the anger that drove you to kill and figured you’d be the best host.”

“But then I went home before it could attach itself to me, so it attached to you instead,” he mumbles, and you nod. He sighs. This really was all his fault. “Well… yeah so it attached to you, and then you remember what happened next.”

“Yeah,” you nod, and he rubs the back of your hand against his cheek with his thumb. “So, we did end up successfully killin’ the wanker,” he says, and you nod, “but in doin’ ‘at… we killed your world with Venom.” You freeze. “W-What?” You draw your hand away from his face due to the shock of the statement. He subconsciously grips your other hand tighter. “Venom was supposed to be the spider-person of your world… there were too many canon changes,” Hobie explains, and you feel your chest tighten. Now you’re the one crying. But seeing you cry and look so defeated makes him cry more. “I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. He loosens his grip on your hand, fully expecting you to pull away, but you don’t.

“Everything… everything’s gone?” your voice is weak, and he opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, he’s interrupted by a meow. You turn your head, and see a black cat, looking up at you before hopping onto the bed and nuzzling against your side in an effort to cheer you up. “Shadow…?” you mumble, and he meows. But he doesn’t look like the Shadow you’re used to seeing. He looks more like a cat from Hobie’s world. “We saved what we could,” he whispers, and you look at him again. He smiles sadly at you. “I told Gwen, Miles, and Pav to grab everythin’ they could… they got everythin’ but the furniture, it’s all out in the sittin’ room… figured you probably wouldn’t want to move in with me after hearin’ bout what I did, so… we could move you to one of the other flats in the buildin’.  Y’know it’s an abandoned buildin’, so there’s loads of rooms, and you wouldn’t have to worry ‘bout payin’, and–”

“You made sure my things were safe…?” you cut him off, and he looks at you. His focus was drawn away from you during his rambling, so he didn’t notice the realization of just how much he cared about you spread across your face. “Of course… it was the least I could do,” he answers, “I also asked a friend for that lil bat for you to have while goin’ through the genetic procedure. it was all my fault this happened, so helpin’ you adjust–” 

“Adjust to what…?”

He takes a deep breath. “Miguel has a way to alter the genetic code of someone to have ‘em switch worlds… when we found out your world was gonna… disappear, we prepared. After the fight, I took you to Miguel and we successfully changed your genetic code. We did the same for Shadow, and all your things,” he explains, and you look at your hand. Sure enough, you look like you belong in Hobie’s world now. You didn’t notice the change before. Not until this very moment. “I had to give a lot of blood to continue to stabilize your genetic code changin’, so if I look like shit, that’s why” he admits to you, “But I would do it all over again without a second thought.”

“You don’t look like shit. That’s virtually impossible,” you mumble, and he smiles softly. You look down at Shadow, scratching between his ears with your free hand. Hobiie looks down, feeling another wave of emotion crash over him. He takes a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n). This all happened because of me… it’s my fault,” he whispers, and you gently put your hand under his chin, lifting his head to look into your eyes. “Stop doing that.”

“Doin’ what?”

“Blaming yourself,” you say, wiping away some of his tears. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles, his voice shaking. “You can. Just takes time,” you respond, smiling softly at him through your own tears. He wipes away some of yours in return as the two of you stare at each other, no words being spoken. His eyes flick down to your lips before returning to your gaze, nonverbally asking you for permission. You nod slightly, and the two of you slowly lean toward each other. When your lips meet, the both of you immediately relax into each other. The two of you stop holding the other’s hand, but you quickly wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, pulling you closer. You two only break apart from each other to take a breath, but you keep your foreheads together as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to move in with you?” you whisper, and he grins. He gently rubs up and down your sides, humming in response. “Cause I’m an absolute turnip,” he mumbles, and you giggle. “Nah. You’re more like my hero,” you say, and he chuckles. “Always, my love. Always,” he whispers, kissing you again. You smile into the kiss, causing him to do the same. Shadow’s annoyed meow makes the two of you look down at him, and Hobie laughs. “Little mate can’t stand that he’s not gettin’ all the attention,” he says, taking one of his hands away from you to pet him. You yawn, and Hobie looks at you. “I think it’s time for you to get some more rest, my love. Your body’s goin’ through a lot right now,” he says, and you nod.

He moves to get up, but you tug on his arm. “You need rest, too, Hobart,” you say, and he grins. “Are you sayin’ you want me to stay?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. “On second thought…” you start and his smile falters. “No, wait,” he says a bit too quickly, causing you to laugh. “Get your ass in here before I change my mind,” you say, and he slips underneath the covers. He maneuvers you so that he’s underneath your body, and he holds you tightly to his chest. You bury your face in his neck, and he smiles. “You’re lucky I got my durag on,” he mumbles, and you hum in response, already starting to feel the effects of sleep overtake you. “Y’know, I thought you’d be a little more upset with me,” he admits, and you sleepily shake your head. “Death is inevitable, Hobie. Instead of giving into the inevitability of the end, I like to see the beauty in it. Although my life as I knew it has died, a new life is beginning, and I think that’s beautiful,” you mutter. He grins. “You are such a fuckin’ goth,” he mumbles, and you playfully smack his chest. “Maybe I was wrong before...”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe not all people are selfish assholes. I know one who isn’t,” you trail off, falling asleep. He softly kisses the top of your head, “Maybe I was wrong about some shit, too, my love.”

Shadow curls up beside Hobie, and he places one hand on the cat while the other keeps you pressed against him. He’s so tired, that he doesn’t move at all during the sleep that he gets, which is unusual for him. But at this moment, he’s never felt more content. Just him, you, and Shadow in yours and his home.

He could get used to this.

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HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE.

PROWLER MILES X BLACK CAT READER?!!

but its also on sum miraculous lady bug type time and they like go to school tg n shit🙏🏽

YURRRRRRRPTTT IM LISTENING 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

i been trying to write this since i got the request but i got fucking croup and my voice is gone . 😐

hope u like pookie 🤭🫶🏽

~HEY KITTY!~

prowl miles x black cat reader! black reader if u squint. warnings: I CNAT WRITE DIALOUG LMAO, cursing, use of n word, suggestive joke. a/n: YURRRR WHEA THE HOESSS AT YEAYUHHH welcome back to my channel w another slammer!! yo hair white weather it b braids, locs, straight curly idgaf but it’s white ! IMAGINE MILES MASK IS LIKE CAT NOIRS MASK OKAY?? heavily unedited so don’t b tryna crack a funny yk what i be tryna say. i can’t write dialogue.

you’re standing on the glass roof looking in the window at the auction below you, eyeing the very expensive pair of emerald earrings your mother would appreciate for her birthday you see another figure walk up next to you, “hey kitty. what u see in there?” and u glance on your right to see your competition, who was also your partner in crime, who was also one of your school friends but you didn’t know that yet. “the diamonds, a lil sum nice for my moms birthday” you said signaling at the worker who was holding them under a silver platter, miles hummed in response. “what about you pretty boy? i didn’t think you were into jewelry” miles chuckled dryly “i’m not usually, only if it’s for somebody special” he glanced over to you as you smiled to yourself while looking down, not oblivious to his tone of voice, “dude over there?” he pointed to a man who was shaking as he walked to the back door. “mhm” “he’s got some oxy, gunna give it to the hospital.” you looked at man miles was talking about almost forgetting your own plans “damn, i lost her.” “naw, she went inna kitchen.” you scanned the area for her sighing in relief when you found her. “what would i do without pumpkin?” miles looked at you while you crawled over to the other side of the roof, following you. you used your clawed finger to crack a hole big enough to fit you through it on the glass tile. miles stared daggers into you. “you coming?” you asked carefully picking up the glass circle and putting it next to the hole. as you put your hood on so your hair dangling wouldn’t be noticeable you entered the hole crawling on top of the ceiling slowly but surely, miles was right behind you and you both crawled all the way to the back hallway where nobody was looking. you both dropped down on your feet and when you saw a server walk into the bathroom you realized your all black leather suit wasn’t for the occasion. “i’m gonna go change into something less noticeable, you should too” you said tugging on his collar and miles looked u up and down one more time and you parted ways.

“hey kitty. u ready?”miles said as he walked up to you with a suit that looked identical to yours but he still has his mask on, you put your hand on his neck and leaned into his ear, “depends on what you’re talking about pretty boy.” “oh you could never be ready for that kitty” “what you think i can’t take it” miles huffed and you both went to the kitchen to grab a plate or something, miles saw the man he was looking for and followed him and you went to the main room to find those diamonds . after people starting realizing the diamonds and medicine were gone the alarm system went off and people were chasing you and miles, you climbed onto the roof and miles grabbed your waist to carry you as he swung from building to building with his ropes. “you found what you were looking for?” miles as and you flashed him a smiling dangling the earrings in front of his face. “that’s my girl” he said smiling as you swung onto a building where they wouldn’t find y’all. he landed on the edge letting you go and you almost stumbled off of it, he caught you wrapping his arm around your waist and kissed you, after you broke it you still stayed like for a moment catching your breath. “didn’t know you were such a good kisser” ”it’s a lot you don’t know kitty.” the moment ruined by the sound of a police siren signaling it was your time to go. you swiftly stole one of his gadgets without him noticing to give him a reason to see you again and you kissed his cheek. “this was fun pumpkin, come see me soon yea? later mr prowler” “see you kitty.” he said as he swung off to wherever he was going and you went back home thinking about him the whole way there. the next morning you were in school, you had prowlers little silver hook in your backpack in case you saw him again that day. as you walked in to your 4th period you sat next to miles. you were in the same friend group but hardly ever talked. you always thought he was fine asfc tho. “hey miles” you smiled as were looking for any excuse to not look at had to not look at him because he made u fold by js being there, you bent down to grab a notebook out of your backpack. “hey (name), how yo morning goin?” he said his voice coated with the light syrup of his accent, the one that made your cheeks hurt with how much you were smiling . “good, u?” you and miles talked the whole class and as you were walking out the door pushing past people you tripped and miles caught you, just like how prowler did last night. could he..? no. that’s crazy he couldn’t be. you thought as you looked into his eyes and thanked him, as the both of you walked in the hall he spoke up breaking the slightly awkward silence . “you wanna get lunch together? off campus maybe” “yea!” you nodded vigorously jumping at the chance to hang out with miles. as you were sitting down outside eating lunch with miles there was suddenly a smoke bomb being set off in the bank across the street and everyone started yelling and running and chaos was everywhere. you got up and looked into the bank, you turned around and miles was gone. you took this as your chance to suit up and investigate, when you got back you saw ur prowler and strolled up to him fondling the hook you took from him in your hands.

“hey kitty, can i have that back?” “mmm only if you say pretty please” you said moving dangerously close to him almost forgetting why you were here in the first place, he grabbed the hand you were holding the hook in harshly as he looked deeply into your eyes, his gaze flickered down from your eyes to your lips before trying to picking the hook up with his free hand but you quickly moved your entire arm back, unintentionally pushing your body closer to his, y’all quickly back away from each other after what felt like a lifetime pressed against him, as he turned around to walk you realized you no longer had the hook and found it in his hand. you smirked to yourself as you followed him into the bank and picked up the smoke bomb before showing it to miles, “what u think this is made of? vibranium maybe?” miles shrugged as he looking around the empty bank, nothing was taken but the vault door was wide open. maybe they backed out he thought as he walked into the vault looking around it. you could tell something was on his mind, like he was rushing to get out of here.“you okay pooh?, you’re acting really weird, almost like you don’t wanna be here no mo” you asked with playful lilt trying to not make it seem to obvious how nervous you were that the latter was true, moving up behind him looking around the vault swiping one or 2 bands . he just hummed “yea i’m fine it’s just- yo whoever did this is weird asfc. they ain’t even take nun.” he laughed as he closed the vault hoping you didn’t detect the obvious avoiding of her questions and walked into the alleyway so he wouldn’t be seen by the public. “so you know i was wondering, will you ever show me who u are?” you said walking behind him messing with the things on the back of his suit. “maybe one day, only if you say pretty please” referencing the conversation you had earlier,you both smile at each other “i gotta go kitty cat, see you later” he turned the corner and left before you couldn’t even say bye “bye…” and the reason miles was he was rushing the whole ‘mission’ was so he could get back to you, but you didn’t know that.

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☆‧₊˚Cat N' Spider ⋆.˚[1.7.24]- e42!Miles x Reader 🕸˖°.TWs || Miles is lowkey a pottymouthhh

What makes a villain? Is it their frigid, pompous attitude tailored to mask that sentimental wound from past trauma? Or is it the narcissistic qualities that wash away the blood of the innocent from their fleeting, voided sense of memory? No matter the man or lady behind the mask, they all unite under one common umbrella- shielding themselves from the icy rainwater that forces them to heed the treacherous callback from the rain…

A desperate covet to be acknowledged…no…remembered.

Villains aren’t born; they’re created. There was no such thing as “good” or “bad”, there was survival, and there were morals. And when you were only thirteen, you became the victim of a team of scientists determined to create a “better” world for you and the Brooklyn, New York population. So emerged Plan 42-J, where a spider was sucked up from your world and engineered on another.

And when that spider found itself back in your world, guess whose teeth it found refuge in?

Little old you!

“Yeah…I’ll be there at like seven. You want somethin’ from the store?” Your boyfriend, Miles grunted, his scarred and sculpted shoulder blades facing the camera as he made himself look presentable in his bathroom mirror. “Uhhh, you don’t have to…Actually, wait, get me a pineapple Fanta and some chips,” you muttered, tugging on your pretty little red Converse with as much force as physically possible. 

“Bet–...I might be a little late actually,” Miles sighed, turning around to face the camera and picking up his phone as he began to tap away at the miniature keyboard. Your face pulled into a deep frown, jet black brows furrowing as you pulled your face up from the invisible string connecting you and your shoelaces. “Miles, come on now…this is like the hundredth time you were late to shit we planned!” You grunted, rolling your eyes in slight sorrow and annoyance.

“I know, I know. I’ll try to wrap this shit up as fast as possible, I’m sorry mama” he sighed, running an exasperated hand across his face. “It’s just thirty minutes, ok?” He reassured, his gentle and wispy eyelashes batting softly as he toyed with the gifted gold-clad locket that nestled perfectly between his collarbones. You sighed, pressing the end-call button before falling backward on your couch, sinking into the comfy beige cotton and sighing deeply.

It wasn’t even 20 minutes before you were prompted to spring up from your couch, turning on the TV to monitor whatever was happening in Brooklyn today. Crime rates are dropping, cities are being rebuilt, and smiles are all around. A sense of gratitude washed over you– you weren’t too fond of being Spider-Girl ever since you found out about HQ, but it made ‘fixing’ your world much more satisfying.

But alas, good things don’t last forever. The news reporters' eyes widened as they cupped their ears with what looked like shock and fear, cutting themselves off mid-script to announce a new threat down Kings Plaza. “Oh hold on– give me just a second, Brent, but we’re just now receiving word that the infamous ‘Prowler’ has been spotted down at the abandoned Kings Plaza shopping outlet. Witnesses say he was seen breaking through the window of the old building, presumably chasing after a taller man.”

You groaned loudly, throwing two unfortunate pillows off the couch as you stomped back upstairs to throw on your crimson and white Spider-Suit. “Stupid fucking prowler…ruining my fuckin’ date night,” you grumbled, angrily pulling the mask over your face before calling out to your mom.  “Hey, mom? I’m gonna make a store run before Miles gets here! I'm gonna grab ingredients for cookies!” You shouted, quickly opening and closing the door so it’d seem like you left the house.

You slipped out the back window, climbing your way up the fire escape before swinging through the night, wind cascading across your masked face, taking deep gulps of air through your nostrils. Your blood boiled like overboiled soup stock, salt and muck bubbling to the surface as you grumbled under your breath. That stupid fuck ass had a habit of somehow ruining your quality time with your boyfriend, postponing dates and meetups in a futile attempt to put away your irksome ‘nemesis.’

You’ve had a couple of encounters with the Prowler, with him being the most determined villain since the ‘Rise of Spider-Girl’. Of all the many villains you’d put away, he seemed the most persistent in riding his wave of crime to fruition. The air, filled with its normal hubbub, voices clamoring together as car engines blended to create the everyday atmosphere of Brooklyn.

You dipped down in between the abandoned subway, scanning the topography of the old station before hearing an uncomfortably loud–

BANG! 

You got up on your feet, quickly scanning the areas as you attempted to squint through the thick veil of darkness that covered your eyes. The soft, meshy fabric of your red and white spider mask made everything increasingly more difficult as you attempted to analyze every small detail of your location. Blurry pipes, massive trash bags, debris, and a run-down train that had been claimed by rust and nature.

You walked down the wide tunnel, clicking on the flashlight that you had attached to your tactical belt a couple of months ago. You smiled to yourself, glad that one of the many trinkets you’d created since becoming Spider-Girl was proving to be useful. It was freezing, your jaw clenching as you lumbered forward, running your gloved fingertips across the rusty metal walls.

“Yo! Come on, man. I know you’re down here somewhere, and I don’t wanna be in this cold-ass tunnel!” You shouted, not even sure if you were actually talking to anyone else. “I mean, hero to…villain? Anti-Hero? I’m sure you’ve got people to get home to. And I’d hate to send your busted ass home to your wife and kids with new bruises,” You threatened, voice low and serious as you began to do another routine scan around your new surroundings. 

“My wife is none of your business,” A stern and rather agitated voice spoke from the far distance, causing you to whip your head around and assume a battle stance. You sucked in a large breath of air, lungs expanding and burning with each passing second as you ran forward at half your usual speed. “And I’m not going home with shit. From you.” He enunciated, the static overlay coating his voice like molten lava and burnt sugar.

“Man, wrap this up! All of the other villains are putting their shit away, why can’t you! Have you ever considered a job?” You spat, stopping mere inches away from the source of the loathsome voice before squinting up at the Prowler. “You’re the most desperate bitch I’ve ever fought with, you know that? I’ve never felt the need to prove something this bad,” You spat, growing more and more agitated by the second. 

“You funny as shit for real. Now If Ian have no human decency, I’d have been sent yo lil’ass to the hospital but ion put my hands on women cuz my daddy raised me betta’ than that. So we can do it like this– you can get the fuck out of my face and I can keep my hands to myself, or I can show all of Brooklyn how you nothin’ but a lil girl playing pretend in tight spandex,” He grunted, dropping down from the tall ceiling and hitting the ground with a sickeningly heavy thud.

His mask illuminated about 6 inches in front of him with bright purple, advancing towards you slowly as he invaded your personal space. You were sure that had he not worn his signature holographic mask, you would’ve felt his breath ghost the tip of your nose. He was so close you could lift a finger and make immediate contact with his chest.

“You piss me the fuck off.” You grunted, staring back at the monster in front of you as you let the thick, discomforting silence fill the lack of space between the two of you. He was menacing, it made you wanna get as far away from him as possible and go home to your kind, and loving boyfriend. But a job’s a job, no matter how intimidating the ‘client’.

“And you give me a fuckin’ headache. ¿Lo sabes, verdad?” He rasped, quickly landing a sharp blow straight to your gut as he sent you flying backward almost one foot. It hurt like hell, your stomach suddenly felt tight and uncomfortably empty as you struggled to regain control over your breathing. “Mira, me estás haciendo sentir mal. You think I wanna hit you?” he muttered, slowly backing away from you before taking off in the opposite direction.

What a fucking dickhead.

You swallowed the bile that threatened to erupt from your gullet, regaining your footing and taking off after the arrogant man once more. You focused on your breathing, drawing long and stable breaths that you allowed to ease the pain that plagued your gut. The wind whistled around your ears as you charged forward, gentle howls and soft rustles caressing your ears with each step.

You followed the harsh neon purple lighting, giggling slightly at how obvious was when you actually got up close to the guy and were able to see his mask. Your footsteps echoed across the tunnel, the heavy thuds mingling with your dull pitter-pattering as you managed to catch up to the unknown man, tackling him from behind as you made a futile attempt to pin him to the ground. And for a second it felt as though he had relaxed into your hold, his usual tense and guarded posture faltering for only a fraction of a second before you felt a painful grip on your wrist.

You went flying forward, narrowly avoiding landing on your neck as you scrambled to land on your feet. Throughout this entire confrontation, your spider-sense seemed to fail you time and time again to warn you of your opponent's attacks, making it increasingly harder to dodge any sort of blow he would deliver. Your right cheek, neck, shoulders, and gut all ached with pain as you struggled to memorize his attack pattern. 

He was unpredictable; switching his style of fighting with every new punch while you went through trial and error of pattern memorization. There were claw marks in your suit near your sides that revealed your skin as you finally found a solid fighting technique against the taller man. You finally found your perfect balance, landing disgustingly heavy blows to any part of him that you could reach.

He was lean. He may be built like a twig on the surface, but his entire body was fortified by nothing but pure muscle mass. He felt nearly hard to the touch as you threw your body weight into every strike. “You’re solid. You could put your…odd level of strength to much better use, c’monnnn,” you half-whined, groaning as you resorted to low blows and a style that consisted of legwork.

The white slits on his holographic mask narrowed, indicating his clear disgust as he jumped over your smaller form. “I have things to do. You’re in my way, little bug…” He spat, making a break for the surface as he ran onto the platform and seemingly glided up the stairs. Fuck, how annoying can someone get? He was faster than a bullet train and had incredible levels of stamina.

He was everything you needed in battle. Each time you found yourselves tangled in each other's path, there was an unexplainable tension that stuck each of you together with a bond stronger than any glue. Not to mention the way he managed to evade every single sense that spider had given you; almost like he wasn’t a threat.

You watched him dart up the block, getting ahead start on a taller building as he dug his claws into the sturdy brick. He climbed like a hungry panther chasing their next meal, starving for some sort of adrenaline as you followed closely behind him. The moon illuminated his figure in a ghostly white hue, highlighting the scratched metal of his suit components.

The frigid air left gentle kisses across your clothed limbs, provoking goosebumps as you pulled yourself up on the rough, concrete roof of some random building. You looked at the man, who rested an annoyed hand on his wounded shoulder as his mask mimicked an eye roll. “No quiero lastimarte. Pero, tengo una esposa en casa,” He grunted before quickly advancing towards you with pure anger.

Suddenly, as if they couldn't be late enough, that familiar tingle ran down your spine as you saw his next move in real-time before it happened. You grabbed his left wrist, which began to outstretch in your direction, and forced pressure onto his trigger point. He released a pained groan before you lunged forward, sending the two of you tumbling forward as something fell out of the collar of the neckline of his shirt.

The white eyes widened as a pretty little gold-clad heart locket dangled around his neck, spinning wildly before settling on his chest without so much as a sound. His eyes widened, kicking you off of him before tucking the locket back in his shirt with a relieved sigh and a silent prayer. “Weird. I gave that same locket to my boyfriend,” You muttered.

There was a low chuckle that sounded more annoyed rather than amused before he shuffled back to his feet and stood underneath the pale moonlight. “My wife gave this to me. Touch it, and i’ll fuckin’ kill you this time” he enunciated, a narrow squint to add insult to his words. “Anniversary gift. I hope you not trynna get personal, cuz I’m still gon whoop your ass”

The gears started turning in your brain as you stopped, your posture relaxing as your closed fist came to a rest on your upper left hip. “June 2nd?” You asked, eyes widening a fraction as you slowly backed away from…the boy? In front of you.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and fear before nodding slowly. “Yeah…why?” He murmured as he walked towards you, quickly closing any distance between you that you worked so hard to make. “Mozz?” You asked, gentle curiosity laced in your tone for the first time that night.

Miles looked dumbfounded. His sudden aura of anger and nonchalance melted before your very eyes before quiet forced giggles erupted from his throat. Quiet giddy chuckles quickly became cries, babbles of “I'm sorry” quickly leaving his lips as he lowered himself to the ground and became consumed by regret. “Ma I’m so fucking sorry I would’ve never put my hands on you…” he whispered, shaky breaths leaving his lips as you quickly came to his aid.

“Wait nononono don’t cry!” you pleaded, checking your surroundings to make sure there weren't any cameras, helicopters, or paparazzi before pulling off your mask. “This doesn’t even hurt! It’s fine! C’mon don’t cry, get up,” You pleaded as you scooped up your weeping boyfriend off the floor. His mask collapsed as he leaned into your hold, wetting your suit with salty tears as he grasped at your hand.

“It’s not fine! Since when is me hurting you fine!” He gasped, “I never wanted to do this prowler shit! I only did it so Mamí wouldn’t have to worry about bills…”  he confessed as you peppered gentle kisses to his face. You nodded as he came apart in your arms, feeling your heart shatter into a million pieces as he practically died upon hearing his nickname.

“Miles, I’m not mad! I know you wouldn’t ever hurt me. It’s my JOB to stop villains. It's YOUR job to…be a villain! I still don’t know what you do I’m sorry boo,” you confessed, giving his head gentle pats as he chuckled into your side. “I’m not no villain. I just do what people tell me,” he shrugged, pulling you down to the ‘ground’ with him.

“ ‘m sorry. You know that right? I’ll quit all of this prowler shit Ma I just never wanna hurt you again” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“You miss a date again and I’m turning you in,” you joked in between kisses.

“Yeah Yeah my bad”

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What are your general dating headcanons for Viper, Fade and Jett? (Valorant).

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This girl is planning and paying for expensive and fancy restaurant dates, nothing that rivals Chamber but the thought it worth more.

When you two start dating she tries to lower her work schedule. Even if it’s not by a lot she tries to spend more time with you in more aspects of the day.

You will have to cook for her as she can not. And no matter how long you do this for her she will never get tired of it, always finding more recipes for you.

She will make up for all your work by spending time making you some of your favourite desserts or some snacks.

Loves to sit in silence while enjoying your company, no words need to be said.

Before you both sleep or as you are falling asleep she’ll search through her bookshelf for a book, new or continuing each night.

In public she has a reputation to upkeep, so there will be little to none pda. But once you get behind closed doors she enjoys doing acts of services.

She will spend the night awake just to make sure you’re okay, protecting you from your own nightmares and fears. Often leading to you both watching a dumb show you just found.

Frequently she’ll push you away if you try to show some pda, but will softly apologize later. She craves your attention, just… don’t make her look soft in front of others, she has a reputation after all.

This girl will ignore her own health just to make sure you’re doing fine. Leading to you sending her off to Sage, cuddling afterwards.

Enjoys having Henna dates. Will spend weeks beforehand creating designs that she thinks, no, knows is you. Making sure it’s perfect during application.

If you two date for long enough you’ll be able to meet her horde of cats. A mix of previously adopted and current strays that she cares for. (Hoping to adopt the rest.)

Her prowlers might look intimidating but that doesn’t stop them from getting what they want. That is your attention, often nudging or brushing against you.

You can not escape her cuddles. This girl will hold you every second of the day if possible, even if it’s not she’ll make up for it later.

As she was a chef before joining the protocol she will cook anything you want for her.

This girl would waste all her money on matching jewelry if she could, luckily you’re there to stop her. Preferring necklaces and earrings (out of the way) but will wear what you want.

Will also match outfits, this includes stealing from your closet. (Take something from hers please, she would love it.)

She is a massive fan of legos, so having dates dedicated to building sets isn't surprising.

Will spend her money on the botanical sets and any other flower ones, gets butterflies seeing them all around your room.

Even with Brimstone’s no fraternization rule it doesn’t stop her from showering you in affection. But when you are alone? You will have to practically carry the girl. She will not leave you.

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A PROWLER & HIS CAT

Earth 42!Miles Morales x Black cat! reader. Summary; After Miles get injured, after one of his missions with no way of contacting Uncle Aaron, he "accidentally" stumbles into one of your safe houses and stumbles into you. A/n; Want this to be longer but Im so burnt out rn. I made Chatgpt proofread this lmao. I also learned how to do gradients now!!! feel free to criticize my writing, always willing to improve :3

The rain soaked into Miles' clothes, his blood spreading even further into his sleeve. He walked down an alley, clinging onto the wall like it was his lifeline. His legs were about to give out until he caught a glimpse of a door, covered in cat scratches. It was the Black Cats' door, your door. He walked over to it, his legs giving out before he managed to knock on it at least. Sitting down on the floor, his back against the door and his knees pulled up to his chest, he looked up to the sky, rain hitting his face.

He knew this alleyway by memory, where he was walking to. How often he came to it, yet never came inside, always lingering outside, never daring to enter. He knew you too, how many times you invited him in and the times he never accepted, how many times you made him smile underneath his mask with your nicknames, although you never saw them. You weren't exactly partners, more like accomplices, acquaintances, a situationship, work friends... The nature of your relationship was complicated, to say the least.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," the sound of your voice echoed in Miles' ear. He looked around and met your eyes. You stood on the fire escape in front of him, leaning over the railings and looking down at Miles.

"Kitty," he simply said, his eyes droopy. You smiled at him before jumping off the railing, landing next to him. The water splattered as you walked towards him, kneeling in front of him. Rain soaked his clothes as you extended your hand, cupping his face.

"Just a bad night," he murmured, leaning into the touch of your hand, closing his eyes to feel your warmth. You scoffed at him, "Just a bad night?" you asked. He hummed at your question, giving you a slight smile. "I got out alive, that's all that matters." He opened his eyes to look at you, sighing as you stood up. You lifted Miles up and tossed his arm over your shoulder as you lifted your leg to kick the door open.

Entering the safehouse, you walked over to the couch, carefully laying Miles down on it. He was on his back, his left arm over his stomach, the other hanging off the side of the couch. You walked over to the bathroom, needing to grab a medkit for his injuries and a towel to dry him off. But you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. "Stay," Miles said. You turned to look at him, interlocking his hand with yours as you walked over to him.

You put your hand on his cheek, brushing his skin with your thumb, and leaned down to whisper, "Not going anywhere, Miles. I just need to get the med kit, okay?" Leaning down, you kissed his cheek, and he closed his eyes, dreaming of your touch, dreaming of the day when you would finally kiss him on the lips.

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Ghost AU: Frozen Hearts and Electric Souls

Chapter 1: FNG

Ghost observed the Scot chatting with Garrick from across the room. He noted how his mohawk seemed to crackle with light - maybe some sort of energy gift - and the glint in his bright blue eyes, possibly trouble, especially since he was a demolitions expert. He’d have to trust Price on his judgment for this one. He watched as he introduced himself to the team, striking up conversations easily, until his eyes finally landed on Ghost.

“Name’s John Mactavish. They call me Soap.” said the Scot with a smile and a slight accent, extending a hand.

“Lieutenant Ghost.” He responded and shook Soap’s outstretched hand briefly.

“Nice mask. Fits yer name.”

“Suppose so.”

“See ye around then, LT.” Soap said as he walked away to be given his room by price.

Ghost took a mental note to look into the Scot’s file sometime.

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As Soap walked to his new room in the barracks, he noticed it was next to the one marked “Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley”. Maybe he could try to crack his lieutenant’s cold exterior over time. As he pushed open the door to his own room, He put down his duffel bag and carrier on the floor and saw a simple setup with a bed, dresser, a desk in front of a window, and a few shelves along the walls. After closing the door, he opened the carrier door and watched as a streak of yellow and black fur flashed around the room once and settled on his shoulder, licking his face.

“Hey buddy, been pent up too long?” He stroked the cheetah cub’s head, static crackling at the touch. Of course, it wasn’t really a cub, he had no idea how old his prowler was, as there had never been a way to track their age since they seemed to shift however they wanted. Soap fed him a few pieces of dried beef from his bag before flopping on the bed and pulling out his sketchbook and started outlining the view from outside his window.

—

Simon stepped into his room, which was now unfortunately next to the new sergeant’s. It was plain, scarcely decorated and a few stray masks here and there, probably his prowler’s work as he had been away meeting the new recruit.

“Phantom?” 

A cat the color of night with slightly frosted fur and eyes the color of ice came out from under the bed, another mask being dragged in its mouth, to be gently taken by Simon and put on the dresser. As Simon sat down to finish some paperwork, Phantom curled on the bed for a nap, calm, soft breathing, being the only sound in the room.

A while later, a knock sounded on the door, and Ghost paused his work and answered the door to be greeted by Soap with a regal-looking adult male cheetah on a leash. The cheetah had dark eyes like obsidian and a handsome mane running down its back that Ghost wondered if that was what Soap had modeled his mohawk after. 

“Felt like I never got to get in a proper introduction with ye as I did with the rest of the team LT, so maybe ye’d like to be the first to meet my prowler?” said Soap

“...Why is it on a leash? As far as I know, prowlers are loyal to their gifted?” questioned Ghost.

“Aye, but he’s more the energetic type, meetin’ strangers often excite ‘im,” answered Soap.

Ghost sighs quietly and opens the door further to let them in, observing the pair and taking note of the lightning-shaped markings on the cheetah’s wrists.

“So where’s yer prowler? Mine usually likes bein’ in view.”

Ghost looks over at the bed and notices Phantom is gone, and is now observing from one of the shelves, and swiftly leaps onto Ghost’s shoulder when she sees him looking.

“Here. Her name’s Phantom.”

“She seems nice, an’ a way better name than mine. Did I introduce Cheeto?”

Ghost raises an eyebrow, “... you named your cheetah prowler… Cheeto? After something that was named after cheetahs?”

“I thought it was cute, it was supposed to be temporary. Besides, he won’t respond to anything else now.”

Phantom eyed the cheetah with a suspicious look that could rival the way Simon eyed Soap and leaped off onto the desk where the cheetah followed in the form of a cub now, trying to get her to play. 

“What can you do? Your gift?” asked Ghost after they watched the prowlers interact.

“Electricity. Think it’ll work well with the team? Yer ice gifted right?”

“Correct.” 

A sudden knock interrupted their conversation as Gaz stuck his head inside.

“You two done here? Price is calling us to the debrief room for another mission, better hurry it.

“Aye, be there in a sec. Comin’ LT?”

Ghost nods. “Give me two minutes.”

“Olright, we'll be waitin’ for ye.”

Ghost closes the door after they leave and makes sure Phantom is situated and the masks put away before going to debrief himself.

short chapter since I want to post chapters on Sundays (soapghost Sundays lol) with a chapter a week, and I just started mid week.

also I’m going into this work blind but I’m planning smut and angst.

[imongkoneho2]

Hello! can I request a Miles 42 fic? A simple fluff. Where in the midst of his chaotic life between being the prowler, student, and trying to help his mom, he has a pretty chill girlfriend? Kind of a lo-fi type. Where he can clam down and unwind with reader? Thank you!! Good luck on your future works!

- reader is any race you want ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

Textbooks, essays, homework, textbooks, essays, homework, Textbooks, essays, homework - it repeats all over again. To the point he can't take it anymore. With his mother also demanding him to tell her what he's hiding, it's almost like life is getting harder to bare.

Plus, under all this facades and stress - Miles Morales is the Prowler, which adds more stress. New York isn't helping either. But, also, under all this facades and stress - Miles Morales has a home to go to. Somewhere he can forget all the problems of the world, somewhere he can be vulnerable.

He stood infront of a familiar window, one that's open in the middle of the night, which to some was a death wish - especially when they live in Brooklyn. He slid the window open, quietly. Looking around the room, there was a faint calming music played, dim lights and cool air surrounded the room.

A furry texture rubbed against his leg, he looked down. A cute, black cat released a small 'meow'. Miles took off his gauntlet, letting it fall on the soft white rug, crouching down, he softly rubbed the cat's ears - slowly reaching down to his neck to grab the purple collar he had, he glanced at the name tag.

'Meows Morales'

It was silly, but it was his and his girlfriend's idea to name the cat. "Let's name him Meows!" She gushed, hugging the cat. "Morales." "Hm?" "Meows Morales."

"Where's your Mami, Meows?" He smiled in amusement at the memory as the cat responded with a 'Meow.' and walked off to a door to the right, waiting for it to open. On time, the door opened revealing a girl with a cat bowl, his girlfriend [Y/N]. "Here you go meows, you're lucky I love you so much." She placed the bowl down and the cat immediately jumped on it, chomping it up.

Her eyes spotted the boy next to her window, a smile creeped up on her face. "Hey, Miles." She approached the boy, wrapping her arms around his neck. A soft peck of her lips on his made jolted him from his trance. He held her waist, rubbing circles on her skin.

"What's wrong?" "Just needed a break, Mami." "Come cuddle with me?"

His girlfriend sat on his lap, as he layed his chin on her head. His hands caressed her hair - sighing his stress away, his eyes flickered to the cat.

Meows sat on [Y/N]'s lap, head on her thigh. "You two are so much alike, hm?" She giggled, poking fun at Miles and the cat's clinginess.

Miles grunted and placed his face on the crook of her neck.

"Like father like son."

- I hope this is good !! I'm also taking requests !!

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

g1 Prowler sweep, come on. He's nice and sleek but he's got those door wings you can grab onto. Sure he's obviously a cop car, but hey, who doesn't like a bit of roleplay? It'd be fun to tie a cop up. He even has huge boobs

Don't you dare ruin this for TFA prowl, TFA needs to secure at least ONE w or I'll be incredibly sad. Please, he's all I have

He does it in canon near the start of the episode Black Friday

TFA prowl is still kind of an asshole but he's like "cat that used to be a stray and will scratch and growl if you pet him for too long but he still very much loves you," g1 prowl seems like a sweety pie but he also seems like he's got all the personality of a cardboard box with a smiley face drawn on it. IDW prowl appears to be a big tiddy war criminal which would be very sexy if he weren't also a huge cunt. Cyberverse prowl appears to only like guns and have a weird situationship with shadow striker. RiD prowl would be a good boy if he wasn't a damn dirt cop, but I respect the people that do want to fuck him. I know absolutely nothing about Unicron Trilogy prowl but I'm glad he exists.

I honestly don't see tfa prowl as a name dump like some folks are commenting, like it's not like we had much to go off other than guy with police theming and a monochrome color scheme. It's no worse than Bulkhead given his previous iteration was like. Just some weird old dude. And honestly? I'm glad we have him 💖

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hi!! i literally love ur atsv works(also the fact that you're a shifter too,,,like you're giving me so much content for my scripts <33). anyways, i was wondering if i could request an e42!miles x a felicia hardy/black cat variant(name doesn't have to by felicia hardy ofc) who's like a top art thief or something and prowler!miles meets them for the first time in the middle of a heist ?

I only watch the movies & am not really into the comics, so I don't really have an idea on the full character of felicia other than that she's a flirty cat burglar. So go wild on how you'd perceive her in earth42!

thanks!!

-🐈‍⬛

(Hello! lmao, shifting is amazing and these help my scripts and motivation also, lol. So sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy!)

Felicia Hardy!Reader

You and Miles would have a certain dynamic

Like you guys would sorta be rivals, who could pull of better heists, missions, who gets caught least and who can go undetected and be the stealthiest

Shit like that is a competition to you two

Especially when you guys didn't even know each other

Miles heard about you on the news one day, and it seemed people thought you were pulling off better heists than the Prowler

Miles couldn't have that, no sir

So, he pulled off a bigger one, and this, rivalry began behind the masks

It was sorta entertaining, seeing how you never interacted but seemingly were so competitive

Miles was actually impressed on how you pulled off your stunts and heists

Especially if you hit somewhere big and got a lot of shit on the making

He never knew your plan, you never seemed to go somewhere personal or have connections to there

It seemed you just hit where you want and grabbed whatever was in your way

I think you guys could be great ass partners

And Miles was shocked to see that even Uncle Aaron thought so

Uncle Aaron thought you would be a good asset or you would be a good person to have to work with, not against

Miles was stubborn, of course, and don't wanna admit that he was right

Until he actually met you and came face to face with you

And not gonna lie, Miles was pretty much just staring at you

You seemed to pop up out of nowhere, just sitting on a rooftop as he busy out the door

He didn't even notice you for a minute, he was trying to flee from the cops that showed up and to be honest they got him pretty good on the side before he got to the roof

You actually reminded Miles of a black cat when he first saw you, which held true to the name people around the city gave you

You didn't help Miles out off the roof really, just wanting to see him in person to see if he held up to his name

He did, you got your answer and left with a smile

Miles couldn't help but watch you go before he had to leave himself

He told Uncle Aaron about the whole thing and his uncle laughed at him

Soon after, it seemed like you always were you the same place Miles was

Even if it wasn't a heist, even on his apartment buildings roof

He couldn't tell you were coming, or the amount of times you sat in the dark and watched as he had no idea

You have a habit or watching and sneaking up on him so much he's now looking over his shoulder

But after you guys get past that, you guys actually make a pretty good duo

Maybe crime fighting, maybe regular teens

Miles was not prepared on how flirt you wer

Sure he was shocked at how stealth and smart, but nothing could compare him for the amount of nicknames, and whispering you did to him

Or the fact you were so shameless about it all

He never got flustered, but somehow you always did that to him

He did it a fair amount back, but catch him of caught and babe it's so fun

I have nothing else so here's how you first met:

"Shit…" Miles cursed under his breath, holding his side as he stumbled out onto the roof, leaning his back against the wall.

He could hear police yelling to each other, the dogs barking as they tried to sniff him out.

Miles knew he wasn't about to be caught, he just worried on how he would get out of this without being spotted and followed back home.

Miles grimaced, hissing under his breath as he pushed off the wall, almost stumbling as he walked off to peer over the side of the roof.

Miles cringed at how many police cars say around the building, all ready for him to walk out. Like hell he would.

"Running outta luck?"

Miles almost jumped, turning around quickly in the dark. It took a moment before his eyes settled, finding a figure laying on their back, just above the roof where the door was.

You laid with your arms crossed under your head, turning slightly to look at him, almost amused and with a cat-like smile.

"How long have you been watching me?" Miles glared, but in his mind almost surprised, and impressed, at how long you sat there without him knowing.

You hummed, still smiling as you sat back up, throwing your legs over the edge.

"Since- like, May?" You offered, leaning onto your arm, throwing your head back to think.

Miles looked at you, half surprised and half shocked, trying to form what an actual sentence would mean before your eyes lit up.

You laughed at yourself quietly, knowing that's not what he meant, but loving the look of utter shock on his face.

"Yeah, sorry. Be more specific next time, sweetheart." You shook your head, hopping down from the small platform.

Miles could almost back up, but had nowhere to go, instead standing and watching silently through his mask as you walked towards him.

Your steps were quiet, calculated and almost careful, like a cat as you hummed, a look on your face he couldn't describe as you circled him.

You were looking over his suit, running your fingers on his suit, nodding to yourself as you felt the material.

Something about you made Miles unable to pull away, instead lifting his arm to give you more space as you ran your fingers around his body, stopping in front of him.

Miles was able to see the small smirk on your face, standing in front of him with your hand on the Prowler mark on his suit.

"So, how is the Prowler is stuck on a rooftop with cops around?" You laughed, looking up at him with the same smile.

"Not stuck." Miles denied, not looking away from you as you leaned in, getting a closer look at his mask.

"Oh, then poor you." You mocked, thumbing over his mask, as he surprisingly, didn't say anything about it.

"Why are you here?" Miles finally asked, getting another small laugh from you as you glanced into his eyes.

"Wanted to see if you were the real deal." You shrugged, your face close to his.

"Got what you wanted?" Miles asked, his voice cool and calm, sorta distorted through the mask, but watching perfectly as your hand slipped down.

You looked back into his eyes through the mask, studying almost carefully before you hummed, stepping back.

"Yup. Certainly." You laughed, standing on the edge as you held up a bag. One of the bags Miles had robbed.

Miles patted around his body, feeling one missing from his pockets, looking up to see you with a hand on your hip, holding it out teasingly.

Though it was Miles, he couldn't find it to reach out and take it, instead watching your proud smirk.

"Seems you were too distracted to know." You teased before Miles could say anything else, tucking the bag into your pockets.

"See ya around, Miles."

And with a final wink, you stepped off the ledge, leaving a stunned Miles in your wake.

"Hey- wait!" Miles yelled out, seeing you disappear as he hurried towards the edge, looking down and being shocked as he saw you nowhere around.

He could hear your laugh echoing around him, the bag missing from his side gone with you.

And, you called him Miles.

You were watching him for a while, for too long, and you knew too much.

Miles couldn't wrap his head around it, shaking his head as he thought over every second you stood in front of him, every moment leading up to this.

And the fact he never knew. Never knew you were there. Never knew you were watching.

Miles couldn't help but chuckle, impressed and shocked, looking around the dark for any sign of you, not that he would find it.

He needed to leave, he knew that, but maybe he could add one more thing to his list of shit to do.

From the way he could still feel your fingertips running along his body, the way you hummed, smiled or laughed, and the way you said his name,

Miles couldn't help but want to see you again

[maxwell-grant]

(SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS TIMES TWO)

I looked through camrips and tried putting together as many tidbits of dialogue as I could from that split-second comic cover interlude, since those tend to foreshadow the dialogue of the scenes in question. There’s some others I can’t make out due to image quality and we’ll have to wait for the streaming release to see more, but in the meanwhile I was able to make out these speech bubbles. I’m using “-” to fill in missing parts:

“Uncle Aaron!”

“-how much you need what I got and, trust me, that'll be the beginning of a whole new family business. Kid, your dad should be proud of you no matter what. Not making you scared to come out from behind that mask.”

“Yeah, that whole “Not-” thing

“Uncle Aaron, you can say whatever. But I can't let you kill this guy. I just can't.”. “Yeah, I-”

“You and I are going to take care of a bad guy. A real bad guy”. ”Who?”

(I’m assuming the named villain is Scorpion since the name starts with S-c-o and there’s a P, and also with the following line)

(images compiled by @tokyofro​)

“Did you look up the Scorpion on the web?” “Yes Uncle Aaron, I did”. “Then you know I wasn’t lying, he’s a dangerous cat”.  “What does this have to do with-”. “You wanna be a superhero, now’s your chance”

“You ran away? YOU RAN AWAY?! Is that the kind of man you are?

MILES: “You really don’t care who you hurt? What did the world do to you to make you think it’s okay for you to be this way? 

So my theory, going off by these and particularly the “What did the world do to you?” line from Miles and (presumably) Prowler!Miles telling him that they’re going to go after “a real bad guy”, is that Prowler!Miles is going to be exploring the idea of Miles Morales turned villain protagonist/anti-hero. It seems to be picking and uniting separate strands like Prowler’s original role as a darker counterpart to Spider-Man / a gadget-wielding morally compromised crimefighter who eventually turns face / Spider-Man-as-Batman, Earth-616 Miles being a villain, and Miles’s contentious relationship with his original setting and current status as an Ultimate Marvel refugee who quite literally jumped ship from the darker and all-around shittier home universe he was meant to be in, among others, to consolidate them into Miles’ confrontation with himself.

The first Spiderverse shows a lot how strongly Miles listens to and respects and values the input from his uncle (and vice versa, only Miles is able to bring Aaron out of the Prowler mask, even when Aaron knows he’s going to die the second he hesitates and uses that second to shield Miles’ identity), and he’s looking for guidance, someone to model himself after, because he’s a very intelligent kid trying to live up to the potential everyone keeps telling him he has, trying to live up to what his parents worked so hard to give him. He finds role models in Spider-Man and an entire group of Spider-People there to lead by example and catch him when he falls, and with his uncle giving his life away to not only save him, but urge him to stay on the right path. It wasn’t just meeting Peter Parker at the collider that saved Miles, it was rising up to the challenge in Spiderverse 1 and Uncle Aaron using his last breath to shut the door on Miles making the mistakes he did, and so Miles makes himself into the Spider-Man his world needs, filling in a spot needed upon left vacant.

Whether Earth-42 was supposed to have a proper Peter Parker Spider-Man and that never came to pass, or it was supposed to have it’s own Miles Morales get bitten and become Spider-Man like the Spot flashback indicates, Earth-42 Miles is what happens when none of that comes to pass. No Spider-Man protecting the world, no spider bite and sacrifice to pass along the mantle, no pressure and assistance from Aunt May and the others who’ve been there and can help him if he can help himself first, no Spider-Man mentors to show him the ropes, Jefferson dead and his mom having to struggle with Aaron’s help to get by, supervillain cartels burning the streets down, and the only person who can remotely help is his uncle, who will never get the heroic sacrifice or wake-up call to change his ways or inspire his nephew to strive for something better. Because there isn’t anything better, and if there is, it isn’t here, someone took it away. After all, Miles and Aaron don’t show any surprise upon hearing about all that different dimension spider-power talk, and whether they know or even blame Miles for taking the opportunity that was theirs, they’ll hardly be that thrilled to meet someone who clearly had better opportunities than they did, if he can talk about them being good guys with choices to be better.

It’s possible that Prowler! Miles isn’t even that much of a villain, or even as much of a mercenary as Uncle Aaron was as the Prowler. It’s possible, and far more tragic if so, if becoming the Prowler was simply as good as it got for this earth’s Miles. If it was the only way they could survive in a Sinister Six-run city and make ends meet and provide Rio with enough to get by, if it was all they could strive for in a world where there is nothing and no one to show a better way, or even if this is the only way Miles can help anyone and make amends for the sacrifice of his father, as most Spider-Men do upon losing their loved ones. Whether this Miles has never had any positive examples to follow, or worse, he once did and this is the best he can do in living up to them. Because on Spidey’s shadow, lives The Prowler, Spider-Man when forced to play by Batman rules.

No web swinging and super speed, so the motorbike will have to do. No healing powers or toughness, the body armor can only take so much. Incapacitating-yet-non-lethal thunderstrikes at your fingertips and invisibility are not an option (although MAN wouldn’t those be convenient for a caped burglar, huh), so you settle for high-tech murder claws and hope those and the camouflage do the trick in protecting you for another day. No guiding superheroes with your best interests in mind, only super-criminals and the only one of those you lucked into being on your family’s side. Your survival dangling on a knife’s edge, so if you don’t take that knife and use it, the next guy to take it won’t be so kind. Traits that are no stranger to Spider-Man stories or related characters, whether they predate him or follow in his example.

(Left-to-right: The Spider by Dan Schkade, Taylor Hebert (Worm) fan-art by tactilescream)

Or, what happens when your bug-themed crimefighter, with lots of personal baggage and trauma and flaws to contend with from the get-go, is thrust headfirst into surviving and defeating an endlessly escalating superpower-backed war on crime against which they are hopelessly outmatched, with no Spider-Safety Net status quo and super powers to catch them, as they fall and keep falling and keep weaving bigger handbaskets to catch larger handfuls of hell inside, because that’s what it means to be “the only thing standing between this city and oblivion” when you can’t juggle cars but everyone around you can, and they are more than willing to toss them at you and your mother and uncle whether you can fight back or not, so you might as well be able to, right?

And so we get the battle between Miles Morales of Earth-1610, who’s spent two movies proving himself to be not just as good a Spider-Man as any other, but The Most Spider-Man, the Spider-Man who’s the ultimate underdog and pariah as well as the ultimate fighter and scrapper, who beats hundreds of others to try and upend their ultimate fate. Versus the Miles Morales of Earth-42, his shadow come to roost, the one who could be anything except be Spider-Man, and so he can settle for being Not-Spider-Man until he can catch the real deal, and then they’ll have much to do together.

[chronicallyhaughty]

Two barks and a yowl

So maybe he had lost his temper, and gotten handsy, but certainly nothing worse than Rommath’s done to him. Nobody could call it unprovoked, besides. It’s just not usually when the mage is handling cursed relics. Note to self: exercise further restraint when foreign druidic magics might be involved.

[HalduRomThemar, AO3, Ko-fi]

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There’s a cat on every corner in Silvermoon. From the pampered pets of the elite to the hard working feline companions of the tradesmen to the scavengers and prowlers of Murder Row, they’re a well established part of the city’s soul. Dogs are rarer, beyond the odd hunter’s pet from a faraway land, most young sin’dorei taming and bonding with the wild lynxes and dragonhawks of Eversong. There used to be some number of hounds along the southern border where there was trade with the neighboring nations, sturdy beasts bred to guard home and hearth against wolves and bears, but the practice had been destroyed along with the villages and citizens who dwelled there.

That said, neither creature is typically found in the Regent Lord’s office, making the present tableau quite unusual indeed.

The cat is big, sleek in conformation and a beautiful inky black, perched firmly on Lor’themar’s paperwork, stance wide, back arched, and tail fluffed to mind-boggling proportions. It is making a very alarming growly noise, matched by the dog with its front paws on that same desk. The hound is not one of the typical Lordaeronian guard dogs, its coat longer and a more golden yellow, teeth-bared muzzle sleek and without those typical jowls, with its ears hanging by its cheeks rather than pointing up at the sky – although at the moment they’re pressed back in a sign of aggression, as the cat swipes at it and it snaps back with a frightful speed. Damningly, both animals’ eyes glow a familiar, fel-tinged green.

“Atten-tion!” Lor’themar bellows, sending the cat into the air and the dog scrambling into something akin to parade rest. The cat has inadvertently flung papers all over the room, and clearly it is only now that either of them seem to realize that they’d left the door open. The dog starts barking and the cat starts yowling, and so, to both confirm his rising suspicion and attempt to outrun the headache building at his temples, Lor’themar promptly turns on his heel and marches back down the hallway, ignoring the people peering out their doors at the noise. The beasts forgo their dispute to scramble to be close on his heels as he turns the corner into the magisterial corridor, finding the door to Rommath’s office flung wide open. It is empty – but for the strewn about piles of clothing on the floor.

Lor’themar puts his hands on his hips as he considers these, and the cat stalks by to sit primly upon the red and gold robe while the dog quickly follows suit to flop on top of the blue hauberk with a sigh.

“Rommath. Halduron. I don’t suppose you speak?”

The dog whines pitifully as the cat bares his teeth.

“Of course not. That would be convenient, and we can’t have that,” Lor’themar grumbles, pressing forefinger and thumb against the bridge of his nose...

[Ko-fi]

[vintagehellfire]

The Prowler | Eddie Munson x Reader

PART 1 | (PART 2)

I haven’t updated in so long because idk where to go from here but here we are. I kind of hate this chapter and I’m having a giant writers block and have been for months now. I wanted this original concept to be a one shot but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. But now I regret saying it’ll be 8 parts lol. 

Let me know what you think.

CW: 18+ mdi, strip club, smoking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, misogyny, cat calling. Reader being mean for no reason

Remember Tomorrow 

Eddie stayed with (y/n) throught the night, holding them tight as tremors wracked their body, the occasional sob escaping their swollen lips. The two migrated from the front door to the old beat up couch, folded together and allowing themselves to relish in the presence of the other – something (y/n) wouldn’t normally allow. In fact, after that night, (y/n) didn’t imagine themselves ever allowing themselves this luxury again. 

After a long moment, (y/n) peeled themselves from Eddie before attempting to look him in the eyes, yet, they couldn’t bring themselves to. They imagined that if they looked to Eddie that they’d see that solemn expression in his eyes, the pity, the sadness that they so wanted to avoid seeing. 

“I- I’m not coldhearted or soulless,” (y/n) starts, “I know I act like it, but I’m not. It’s self preservation and… I guess people expect me to live up to these rumours and tall tales. To live up to the emotionally detached coldhearted whore.” A dry laugh escaped their mouth as they spilled their emotional turmoils to Eddie. “Guys here… They want a quick and dirty fuck and act as if I don’t have the right to refuse all because of that one stupid…” Hot tears begind to drip down (y/n)’s face.

“Shh,” Eddie interrupts, rubbing circles into (y/n)’s back before tugging them into his body., “Rumours spread like wildfire here in Hawkins,” he chides, “but that never makes it your fault. The jocks have nothing better to do than sit on their asses, throw a ball around, and try to get laid. If a rumor as such spread about them, well, they wouldn’t be taking it too lightly.” (Y/n) hums in agreement. 

“I just wanted a fresh start, to forget the past. Come to this new town on better terms.” Eddie nodded gently at what (y/n) was saying, not quite understanding what they were referring to but understanding the sentiment of wanting a clean slate. 

“I know, sweetheart.” (Y/n)’s heart fluttered at the nickname despite the desire to distance themselves from the metalhead. “I’ve got you. We’re neighbours so all you have to do is knock when and if you need me.” A small nod came from (y/n) and they slowly peeled their body from Eddie’s. It was with great reluctance that they did so, but they’d never let him know such a thing. A single tear fell from their right eye before they quickly wiped it away. 

“Sorry, I just- I just don’t remember the last time someone treated me like a human. I remember my parents would try to keep me under guard and I couldn’t do anything without their approval. I started rebelling really early on, but,” (y/n) looks down at their hands while Eddie’s eyes are fixed on nobody and nothing but them, “I did anything I could that would wind them up, anything that would get me attention. They were… are… diplomats. That’s not a life you can bring a child into, not really anyway. Negative attention was attention until they got a maid to watch over me. I called her l’œil omniscient, the all seeing eye. She never let me slip.” A sigh left their lips and Eddie’s hand came up to their chin, tilting it upwards. It was as if  he wanted to say something but he didn’t know what and so he moved his hand to cup (y/n)’s cheek and brushed his thumb across their cheekbone.  “Eventually I turned eighteen, and they didn’t want me to move out because they wouldn’t be able to control their public image and so I just had to cope in whatever way I could. Any money I made was forfeit to them save for a small allowance for going out. That’s when.. I started coping.” 

“I’m sorry…” Eddie mumbled, pressing his forehead to (y/n)’s. There were only nods that came from (y/n), choked sobs threatening to erupt from their throat if they so much as attempted to speak. 

--

(Y/N) packed their school bag the next morning with pencils, papers, and a few extra items for their late night shift, Eddie a few feet away from them. There was a shame that flooded them, knowing that Eddie probably wouldn’t be as open to being around them after he discovers their secret. Nobody really wanted to associate with it, with the stigma that came along. It was as if their job somehow tainted them, coating them in the stench of shame, humiliation, and something that no amount of showers could wash away. 

Eddie grumbled gently before letting out a snore and waking himself up. His doe eyes cracked open and while he first knit his eyebrows in confusion over the strange scene, the dark sheets, the paintings and artwork strewn across the walls, the faint smell of oud and smoke – this wasn’t his trailer, he soon adjusted and it dawned on him that he fell asleep at (y/n)’s place. 

“Good morning.” He croaked out, deep velvety voice called to you, a few crackles across the tenderness that enveloped the simple statement. It caused (y/n) to look up, heart racing a million miles a minute, words that hadn’t been spoken with such gentleness in a hefty number of years, not even by false lovers that occupied their bed. 

“Oh, uh.. Morning.” (Y/N) mumbled out before turning their head away, shame suddenly flooding them. He wouldn’t be sticking around much longer, not after he found out what they do for a living, what they do to sustain themselves in this shithole and all others. 

There was a certain stigma surrounding the work that they did. It wasn’t exactly the most traditional job, nor the safest, one wrong client coming in and it might as well be a death sentence but at the end of the day, it was also a highly requested job for those melancholic and alcoholic folks who couldn’t very well deal with their own emotions. From time to time (y/n) would even get a client who spilled their life story, their sorrows and their hopes, the dreams that wound up crushed. 

“What’s got those gears turning, sweetheart?” Eddie ponders out loud, letting the question slip past his lips with ease, unknowingly asking one of the heaviest questions he could have. 

“Nothing, everything. Last night.” (Y/n) sighed out before rubbing their face and sitting back on their knees. “Eddie, I just… I need some space. I need to process everything that happened…” They choked out. In reality they didn’t want Eddie gone, but it was better to rip themselves away now than to let Eddie know what was really going on, than to come forth and tell Eddie what “coping” actually meant. It was better to have a distance than to have Eddie’s kind heart filled with the black venomous hatred that everyone else’s seems to be upon discovery of this particular coping mechanism. 

“Oh, uh… I can, I can go.” He says regrettably before crawling slowly out of the bed and putting on his shoes. He made an effort to be quick as a fox to get out of (y/n)’s hair, not overstaying his welcome for a single second longer – last night was quite enough of a breach of boundaries by his standards, especially given the air was tense now. He didn’t know what to make of this however. The comfort from last night in contrast to the coldness this morning… It pained him. It stung more than getting sucker punched by any jock, and maybe that’s because the coldness of the rejection went to his heart too. 

–

The sensual music boomed loudly, reverberating against the walls, the blinding lights overwhelming (y/n), but it was something to get used to. These jobs were always like that - overwhelming with crap music, blinding spotlights, but like other jobs, it was get in, get paid, get out just with a few more complications. For one, not every afterschool job meant dancing in lingerie at some seedy bar at the edge of town, and not every afterschool job would allow people to make enough to cover rent and a good stipend for college or whatever else was to be chosen. 

It wasn’t a desired job but it was a job that made (y/n) feel desired even if it was by Hawkin’s worst beer bellied scum. With a deep sigh they pushed out of the changing rooms and plastered a smile across their face, makeup done bright, toned body snaking around the bar before making a show of climbing up to the stage. Some hoots and hollers were heard from the crowd. 

“Oh yeah! Let me take you home baby!” A greasy trucker shouted from the back… This was going to be a long shift. 

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08/01/23 A Prowler

In this dream, I live in an apartment building. Some of the doors and windows don't fully close or lock. Something is on the prowl at night, so it's advised to stay in a place that is completely locked. At night, I grab my cat and go to a single room in my apartment with a lock and sleep. At some point, I'm talking to a handsome neighbor, and he says he doesn't listen to that prowler nonsense. I wonder if he's going to die or if he's the prowler. I remember the "fence" outside the apartment complex was metal bars, like a jail cell.

Morning mood: Grouchy

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Hey grey, how r u? You feed my simping over valo women, thank you for that :') Now that your requests are open what about agents having a crush on fem reader and like how they act and maybe confess? Any female agents you want but your ot4 would be great *thumbs up*

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THE CONFESSIONS | FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER X F!READER

words: 1600 warnings: fluff!

 FADE

Fade has never been more nervous in her life. 

Get hit by a bullet? Meh. Look a human in the eye as they die? Not bad. Walking onto a battlefield prepared with the inevitability that she may die? Child’s play. 

But asking out her crush on a date? Fade’s fingers are twitching and she feels weak in the knees. 

So much so that the Prowler constantly at Fade’s side has gotten frustrated with the Initiator's lack of… initiative. They’re visible now, a mass of black shadows and red eyes clinging to her legs, and upon walking into the lounge room with their owner, they see none other than you. 

You, standing at the counter and drinking some coffee by yourself. 

Immediately, the prowler takes off in your direction, skipping between legs and leaving a wisp of fog in their wake. They hop up onto the counter to nuzzle your arm affectionately, betraying what might be the true emotions of the Turkish Bountyhunter. 

“Hey! C’mon, get off of her!” Fade jogs over, waving her hand at the prowler before resorting to picking it up with her own two hands. The Prowler meows insistently, waggling their arms at you. 

“Someone’s not giving their cat enough attention,” you remark, sipping your coffee with a fond smile. Your body turns to face Fade, and the Prowler once again stretches their arms to you. 

“I’m sorry, they’re not usually like this. They only do it if they really like someone—” Fade realizes what’s come out of her mouth, because everyone knows that Fade’s Prowlers are manifestations made by her hand. 

“Really? I guess I should say that someone really likes me then.” The grin slides up your cheeks, and Fade’s face turns red. 

Instead of denying it, Fade merely puts the Prowler back onto the counter. “Yeah, that someone is me.” 

You blink. “Wait, really?” 

Fade nods. “I wanted to tell you myself, but it seems my Prowler did before I could. So— Can I take you out on a date?” 

You’re in disbelief, but after pinching yourself and realizing that this isn’t fake, you reply, “Fuck yes, take me out on a date.” 

Fade grins, and very shyly, she leans forward, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. If you weren’t holding your mug with both hands, you would’ve dropped it onto the ground. As Fade walks away, you brush your fingers over the skin, still feeling the warm tingle of where her lips once were. 

REYNA

Reyna finds you walking down the hallway of the dorm room, obviously seeking someone else out, but this is a better opportunity than never. 

She reaches out of her bedroom door the second you walk past, grabbing your shirt to yank you inside. The door shuts with a slam and you stumble onto your feet, catching your balance. 

Reyna spins to you, her eyes just ever so slightly glowing. “You. I have a problem with you.” 

“Don’t you have a problem with everyone?” You reply, raising your hands. “What did I do?” 

“What did you do?” Reyna repeats. She laughs. “Oh, what didn’t you do, cariño?” 

You’re confused— even more so when Reyna slowly approaches you, looking like she’s about to devour her dinner. You’re no stranger to Reyna’s danger, but this feels… different. The air is charged with tension you cannot describe, and your heart pounds in your chest when the light under her shirt flares. 

With you backed against the wall, there’s nowhere else for you to go. Reyna puts her hand over your head and she’s leaning down to you. This might be the last moment you’re alive, with how Reyna is staring at you like a starving woman. 

“Do you know how much it aches to see you, day by day, and not have you?” 

Wait, what?

Reyna grasps your jaw, her sharp nails pinching into your skin. “How much more obvious do I have to make it? I want you, cariño.” 

“Want me?” Still, you’re not sure if she means as food or as something else, so Reyna— exasperated at this point— slides her hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. 

Oh. 

When Reyna pulls away, there’s a dumbfounded, almost loopy expression on your face. Reyna stares, then scoffs. 

“I can’t believe you’re the one I like,” Reyna grunts. 

SAGE

Sage paces in the infirmary. 

There are rules against this! Brimstone would be so disappointed, but… I can’t help it. Who could? She’s beyond anything I’ve ever known. The same thoughts circle in Sage’s mind, the healer anxiously picking at her nails. 

Sage asked you in the lounge this morning to meet her in the infirmary at a quarter past noon. It’s twelve thirteen on the clock, and you’re not known for being tardy. If anything, you’re one to arrive early. 

So when the door opens and you step in, Sage spins around to face you, putting on a somewhat awkward smile. 

“Hey, Sage, hope I’m not intruding on anything,” you say with a gentle grin. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes! Yes, everything is okay,” Sage says. She gestures to one of the infirmary beds. “Do you mind if we took a seat?” 

Shrugging, you walk over and plop yourself down, leaning back on your hands to watch Sage come over. When she sits, there’s an unusual gap between the two of you. You and Sage have been friends since forever, and closeness is one of the things you share. Frowning, you reach over and take her hand. 

“Hey. What’s going on? You seem distracted,” you say. Sage swallows thickly, then sighs. 

“What I’m about to say may cause you some trouble. Maybe for the both of us, so if you want to move past it, I completely understand,” Sage starts, rubbing her free hand along the fabric of her pants. Sage takes a moment to center herself. Better now than never. 

“I like you,” Sage continues, meeting your gaze. “A lot. More than I have ever liked anyone, and that bit is terrifying by itself, but with you… it’s exciting. But if you don’t return the feelings, I understan—” 

You cut her off before she can even finish by leaning in and kissing her. You can feel the shock on Sage’s expression melt away, and her cool to the touch hand rests on your cheek. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. 

Pulling away, you say softly, “I’d been waiting for you to tell me.” 

Sage gasps. “You were? Why didn’t you say something?” 

“Because I know you, Sage. And for the record, you’re adorable when you’re nervous,” you say, kissing her again. 

VIPER

Quite frankly, Viper is disgusted with herself. 

Looking at you makes her heart pound. Seeing you smile makes her cheeks burn. Watching you fight on the field with precision and accuracy makes her entire body warm from head to toe. Hearing your laugh makes her chest squeeze in a way she is entirely unused to. 

“Good morning, Doc!” 

Of course, you arrive in her lab, cheery as ever. Viper turns and has to bite back the grin that threatens her emotionless exterior when she lays eyes on you. Beautiful, amazing you. 

“You’re extra quiet this morning, everything alright?” You sit on the table near her workspace, resting your head on your hand. “I know Chamber was annoying you for the entire goddamn mission yesterday. If you want me to shove my fist up his a—” 

“That’s not necessary,” Viper cuts you off, and you flop over with a dramatic groan. This reminds Viper precisely why she’s so annoyed. Of all people to like, to have feelings for, it was you?

You, who has gotten stuck one too many times by Fade’s tethers on accident. You, who has screamed when Yoru teleports out of nowhere behind you. You, who always blushes and smiles whenever Viper looks your way. 

“Okay, but I’m just saying. Chamber is so annoying. I wish he’d stop flirting with you. You’re clearly not interested in him. Or anyone, for that matter,” you say, swinging your legs back and forth as they dangle from the table. 

“And who says I’m not interested in anyone?” 

You blink. “Wait, you are?” 

Viper doesn’t miss the brief expression of… of hurt that flashes across your face. 

“Well, whoever they are, they’re pretty lucky,” you say, folding your hands in your lap. 

Viper puts down her pen on the paper, turning to you. It takes her less than a second to see that, though you’re trying, your feelings are hurt. She must believe that I like someone else, Viper thinks to herself. That won’t do. 

Walking over to you, Viper puts her hand on your chin and tilts your eyes up to hers. 

“Chamber can’t have me. He won’t ever, because I do like someone else. And that someone is you.” 

The words finally click in your brain. 

“Wait, me? You like me?” You say, and Viper nods once. You grin. “Wanna go on a date in front of Chamber’s room so I can rub it in his face?” 

Viper snorts. “You are awful. Yes to the date, no to it being on base. We’re going somewhere else.” 

“Fine, if you insist.” You hop down from the table, wrapping Viper up in a hug before walking away. “Be ready at eight!” 

Damn you, Viper thinks, watching you leave the room. I can’t believe it was you who melted my heart. 

~~~~~ A/N: thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3