#atsv x you

[the-s1lly-corner]

Coffee and Scones (Jonathan Ohnn x Reader)

Continuation of the flufftober ohnn fic which is a continuation of the one bed trope thing with ohnn yay-- figured I may as well keep this mini series up

Plot: you and Jonathan meet up at a Cafe after returning home and talk about his confession

Notes: reader is gn, technically you don't need to read the other two things to understand this but it may or may not help

Word count: 2.1k

CWs: none

Weeks had passed since Jonathon’s confession to you in the car. 

And you hadn’t really… spoken to one another between then and now. Conversations were kept to a minimum and in passing when you were in the break room together. You remain glued to your work at your desk, your gaze too intense for Jonathon to feel comfortable breaking. 

Not to mention, the both of you were busier- Alchemax having taken on a rather sizable project. But…

Even between working on the machine, you still sat in the forefront of Jonathon’s mind. Even the silence between the two of you was noticed by fellow coworkers who hadn’t fully devoted themselves to their work. 

And people talk.

After all, two coworkers leave together for a few days to retrieve some needed parts and when they return they’re avoiding each other. Could he blame them for coming to their own conclusions, whatever they might be? 

Theories ranging from something as harmless as a disagreement to something as vulgar as…

He shoves the thought away as his fingers grip the pen in his hands- his mind too filled with you to really pay attention to what was currently being said to him. 

Desperation hit a high when it had been three weeks since he had confessed to you. The wait… was agonizing, and he was debating whether or not he should try to nab your number. Maybe he could steal your phone for a moment- he never thought he would turn to thievery but when push comes to…

Jonathon yelps as you grab his shoulder from behind, stiffening in an attempt to regain his composure. A vague sense of shame washes over him… no, trying to get your number would probably make things awkward- and-

“Sorry Jon- you weren’t responding and I thought…” You pulled your hand away, and his heart ached at the loss of touch. The feeling of your fingers trailing his skin left his skin burning under his lab coat… almost an itchy feeling. 

Your hand falls to your side, and awkward silence falls between the two of you as you try to work the words out of your jaw before the pause becomes too great. 

“I… can we talk? Not here, there’s a café  a few blocks away-” 

“The new one?” Jonathon cut in before he could stop himself. You still wanted to see him- you were still committed to giving him the talk you had promised him weeks ago. A sense of… hope… ignites itself in his chest, threatening to reveal itself in his voice. He forced it steady. 

“Yeah that one… you’re off on Saturday right?” 

Jonathon nodded, his throat suddenly feeling tight against his tie.

“Saturday… okay… meet me there at ten, alright?”

“Alright-” 

And you both depart, whisked away to get back to work before anyone decided you’ve stood around for too long. 

It was currently Wednesday, and the rest of the week dragged by painfully and slowly- the breeze that the work on the collider offered little to distract his mind and trick himself into thinking time was moving faster. His focus was shattered, far more than it already was before. 

Slowly… agonizingly slowly… Saturday finally came around, and although you had asked him to meet you at ten, Jonathon found himself waking up early.

And getting ready early.

And driving there early. 

Waiting at home had only left him feeling antsy… a nervous pit forming in his stomach and an ache weaving itself into his legs- as if he needed to run right there and then. He almost did, and he would’ve if he wasn’t sure that it would make him look insane to you.

Even with hesitation, he pulled up about a block away from the café  about half an hour early. Not… terrible, all things considered. 

Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel offered little to fill the quiet of his car, or to steady his nerves as his eyes darted between the street ahead and the clock on his radio. He tried to ignore that this was the same car the two of you were in when…

He lets out a sharp exhale and exits the car at 9:50, figuring now was as good a time as any to step inside and secure a table in a quiet corner- assuming you weren’t already there waiting for him. 

The instant the thought entered his mind he clung onto it- the idea that not only you had asked him to meet you, but that you had arrived early for him. 

He steps into the café , and…

You weren’t there, not yet at least. Jonathon fights back the frown as he steps to the counter, and orders a drink for himself… they gave him a complimentary scone. He hardly registered what the employee had said, something about new customers getting one free pastry, or…

Jonathon mumbles a thank you under his breath as he paid, and slinked away into a tucked away corner away from the window with his items. 

He didn’t touch the scone as he sank into his seat, instead resorting to sipping on his bitter coffee as his leg bounced under the table. 

Minutes ticked by, and every time someone stepped into the café  his eyes snapped to the door… only to fall in disappointment when it wasn’t you.

Before long it is fifteen minutes past ten, and for a moment he dumbly wonders if you meant ten in the afternoon. 

Jonathon’s train of thought is broken when you finally enter the café - shooting him a nod and apologetic smile- before walking to the counter to get yourself a drink. Jonathon straightens himself in his seat before you even turn back to walk towards him, your own drink and pastry in hand as you settle across from him. A part of him had hoped you would have taken the seat to his left, but he kept his mouth shut.. At least, until.

“Hey-”

“Sorry-”

You both speak at the same time and fall quiet awkwardly. You break it by offering a sheepish chuckle under your breath, your eyes choosing to glue themselves onto your cup. 

“Sorry sorry you go first-” You take a sip.

Jonathon hesitates, his heel still bouncing against the floor quietly. He tried and failed to will his leg to fall still.

“Oh no- no I was just saying hi… you go,” He shook his head slightly, fixing his eyes on his own drink- mirroring your own body language. 

“I…” You started, and set your cup on the table and hum softly. 

“Oh-! they gave you a scone too,” You added, smiling before trying to get back on track.

“I didn’t mean to be so late, car troubles and feeling can be assholes on the road, and…” You trail off and sigh, deciding to cut straight to the point.

“About… last month- and I’m.. so sorry for taking so long to bring this up, with the collider project and things going on outside of work things have been… insane, I never would have let this linger for so long if I had more control over things-” You begin, but Jonathon stops you. 

“What? Nooo… no no it’s fine, I get it,” He waves his hand, but there still is a hint of slight irritation in his eyes. Though… it seems there’s something else overwhelming it. 

Relief, almost.

Anticipation, too.

“Better late than never, right?” He offered a lopsided smile before dropping it in favor of taking a drink from his coffee.

“Yeah… yeah I guess it’s better… yeah..” You drum your fingers along the table and pick up your scone. Biting into it revealed it to be lemon flavored- and frustratingly, blueberries tucked and clustered into the middle instead of being spread out throughout the treat. 

But even then… it was nice…

You dully note that Jonathon hadn’t so much as taken a bite out of his yet. 

“About… the… you know…” You start again, and take a deep breath- only to take another bite out of your scone, just to give you an excuse to remain quiet for a few more seconds as you try to come up with the right words to say. 

“It was out of turn, and unprofessional, we were both working and it was something that should have been saved for a more appropriate time,” Jonathon breaks the pause of silence, nearly making you choke on your mouthful.

“Wait- wait no- that’s- fuck-!” You cough, covering your mouth with your fist to keep crumbs from flying out with each cough. Your other hand reaches for your cup and you take a drink… more silence from you as you try to regain yourself. There was no point in trying to hold back the coughs. 

A few seconds�� cough… another few.. Another cough. The sound was almost… pathetic as you tried to keep your face straight- proven impossible by your throat fighting against you as well as the growing need to reassure Jonathon. 

Some people in the café  shoot glances at you in vague amusement. Some judging. 

“No… no, you were…” You cough again and cursed mentally for it. 

Jonathon, however… seems amused by your predicament, even through the whirlwind of emotions building up inside him. 

“You just caught me off guard-” 

“I can see that,” Jonathon glances at the small handful of crumbs that gathered in front of you after your coughing fit, the scone forgotten on your napkin. 

But… there seemed to be a hint of… attempted teasing in his tone.

“No- no I mean in the car-” You take a deep breath and regain yourself. You wait a few more seconds, as if waiting for any last coughs to get themselves out. Once you were satisfied that you weren’t going to break out into a fit again you continue. 

“I mean… technically I guess it was unprofessional because we were on the clock… even if not in… you know what I mean-” You shake your head in slight frustration, your train of thought no doubt shaken. 

“But…” You try again and do your best to keep your eyes on the man in front of you.

Even though the two of you were sitting away from the window, the light outside still just barely managed to reach him.

He had cut his hair since the last time you saw him. Dark brown locks were now trimmed short, and pushed back off of his forehead. He had even shaved. 

You… had noticed the change before, but you never had much of a chance to take in his new look. 

He looked… tired…

Even as the light spread across him in the corner, he looked tired. Alive, but tired.

It was normal to say another person looked alive, right? 

Surviving, maybe. But not thriving. Not haggard, but…

You pull your eyes away from his brown ones.

“I… I’ve been considering what you said, and,” 

He leans in, his hands tightening just slightly around the cup of coffee held in his hands. The motion was so tiny. So barely perceivable, but you catch it even when he seems to fail to notice the shift in his own body. 

“And…” You start again, forcing yourself to look back up at him.

The glimmer in his eyes, freshly sparked- almost like a child who had found a neat little bug under a rock. A look you had only seen the man adopt when he was making significant progress in his work. Bright eyed and waiting for the next reaction- next test, trial- but now.

He was waiting for your words.

“I… I’ve got other things to do, and… I don’t want to shoot you down without giving you a chance-”

He seems to droop slightly at first. You didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings…

But…

You were open to giving him a chance, and that was more than he could have asked for.

“Why don’t we go out tomorrow, yeah?” You offer him a smile.

“Like a date?” His shoulders rise slightly, another tiny movement to show his barely contained energy- dread converting into something else.

You give him a smile. “Yeah, a date- we can… talk about it some more later, here,” You take out your phone and pass it to him- an invitation for him to put his number into your contacts. 

Jonathon’s breathing stutters for a moment… looks like he didn’t need to steal your phone after all. 

With shaky fingers, he punches in his number and names the contact. He resists the urge to add the heart emoji from your recents. 

“I’ll text you when I can,” You offer another smile as you take your phone back, tucking it back into your pocket.

“Yeah- yeah…” Jonathon started, but he didn’t continue. Talking just to keep the conversation going. He finally picks up his scone as he takes his eyes off of you…

And it was sweet. 

Made even sweeter by the bitter taste in his mouth finally riding itself from him as the hope that this could actually work settles in.

[solsticescribe]

“Oh you weren’t invited and you came anyway? New guy must be in love with you” -Pavitr Prabhakar in Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse

And why is he so confident saying this? Because he does the exact same thing.

Whenever Miguel sends you on a mission, Pav makes sure he’s right by your side the whole time, whether he got assigned on that mission or not. He got to make sure you’re safe the whole time. What would he even do if his sweetheart is injured??

In cases where he can’t follow you on one of your mission, he just keeps thinking of you. He knows how badass and strong you are. He knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but poor boy just can’t help but be worried. He loves you so much after all.

Would probably take it very badly if he found out that you got hurt. Nothing could be more important in that moment than to help you get better as soon as possible. Whatever you want, food, medicine, kisses, cuddles, more blankets, just utter the word and you got it.

Best solution to prevent this? Go after you even if he wasn’t invited because he’s just so in love with you.

[porcelanitaa]

atsv white writers do not use any disgusting latino / black stereotypes and an extremely bad spanish challenge

[mrs3vil]

( AARON DAVIS + fem! italian-latina! reader, requested )

❝ this guy is a ladies man, he knows how to treat you right

❝ i feel like you probably met at a club or somewhere like that, with soft warm lights, some underground R&B singer playing in the background. it was dark but light enough to tell you were a beauty, light enough to pinpoint your sinuos silhouette dancing between some other girls he didn't really care to pay attention to.

❝ he approached you from behind and grabbing carefully your round soft shoulder he looked at you and with a well pleased smile he nodded at you « hey »

❝ he acts like the kind of guy who likes to have all the ladies falling for him immediately but secretly he loves playing hard to get

❝ he likes some attitude in a woman, sarcasm and witty combacks. he's an asshole so be an asshole back, he loves it

❝ he's not the type that falls easily or fast but once he does, he falls hard.

❝ he'll really judge if you're a keeper based on how you get along with rio and miles. if they like you, you're not leaving anytime soon.

❝ he knows a little spanish from miles and rio but he's glad he now has someone to translate every time rio yells at miles. not necessarily out of curiosity it's just mad funny, and knowing what is actually happening is even funnier

❝ he tries to impress you with some standard italian like cara, ciao, amore, bella but he'll melt once you call him pet names like amo and he'll even let slip a cucciolo when he's feeling lovey-dovey

❝ overall, love him and his family, and he'll love you, he's loyal once you win his heart and he'll do anything to protect you and keep you out of the prowlin' business

[lazyjellyfish300]

Okaaaayy im sorry if you dont take requests so this comes off as rude but man... you got anything more of my beloved boy ben reilly?

Ahhh 😭 I'm sorry nonnie, I have CRUMBS for Ben at the moment. I made a part 2 to one of my fics called Traitor where you break up with Miguel and have a happy ending with Ben, and besides the HCs that's about it. BUT I wrote a little something. Hope you like it! 🖤

late night cravings 🍦

Synopsis: waking up Ben to get ice cream in the middle of the night🖤 wc: 1k

Warnings: fluff, x GN!READER, maybe Ben ooc? I like making him really sweet IDC IDC

@thatone-writer @1-900-venusluvs

"Ben honey?" You reach a gentle hand to stir your snoozing boyfriend, gold locks in a messy curtain around his forehead, his cheek smooshed against the pillow, out like a light. You softly trace his shoulder before giving it a squeeze, small brown freckles littered across the tan lines in an endearing pattern. 

You smile fondly, appreciating your lover when he's like this. When his mind's at rest and he's so peaceful.

But, unfortunately the reason for your midnight disturbance is too urgent for you to let him stay like this. It's very important, a necessity, if you will. 

"Hnnnngh..." He stirs momentarily, briefly lifted out of his deep slumber, but his eyes remain closed. He answers you in a groggy voice. "Yeah, babe....?"

"Let's go on an adventure. Want ice cream..." You whisper, leaning in and kissing his cheek. 

"Wha-ice cream?" That wakes him up a little bit, one of his eyes barely peeking open, a glimmer of the softest hazel with a sleepy smirk tugging at his lip. "What time is it?" 

You smile, taking his hand, a little off guard by just how toasty his palm is, letting it rest against your cheek. He groans quietly, taking your cue to press it a little harder against your soft flesh, your eyes in that cute pout as you lean into his touch. "I dunno, like midnight...why?" 

Ben chuckles, sitting up with a yawn. "It's late, angel." 

"I know but I really want shake shack..." You plead with him. 

Ben can't say no to you, it's nowhere in his vicinity to say no to you. Especially when you're wearing his hoodie like this and you're sitting on his bed, and you look at him like he's the reason your entire world rotated on its axis. Like he wasn't just Spider-Man. Like he was your favorite person. 

He mulls over it briefly, the thought of a cookies and cream shake with some loaded fries adding to the persuasion, despite your effective bargaining on its down. 

"Damn....okay, yeah. Hell yeah, let's get Shake Shack then, sweetheart..." 

"Hehe, yayyyy!" You can't help but gush in anticipation when he gets up, kissing the top of your head, his lanky but muscular form outlined in the scarce light of his apartment, disappearing into the bathroom and winking at you while he brushes his teeth. 

Yep, he sure was easy on the eyes with his messy hair and topless upper half. You can't help but sneak a photo of his back when he's turned away. 

You clutch Ben's hand as you stand at the counter, leaning against his bicep while he orders your food, his gentle cologne scent underneath his black t shirt a comfort to you as you stand under the florescent lights of the establishment. 

"What do you want, cutie?" He murmurs to you. 

You gaze at the menu, hesitant. "Umm...just a shake." 

"You're not hungry?" 

You're starving, actually, but you feel bad. Ben was always so generous. Always spending money on you and waiting on you hand and foot. You shake your head no. 

"No?" Ben's lips brush your forehead. "You can order food, baby. Don't be shy. Ya sure? " 

You shake your head. "No, I'm okay Benny. I'm good with my shake. I know we're trying to save money for our anniversary trip and stuff..." 

Ben shakes his head, turning to the employee who's trying their best to deal with the fact that they're stuck working the graveyard shift, but quickly straightening up when he slides an extra $20 into the tip jar before handing them his credit card.  

"Two double cheeseburgers and some bacon cheese fries please." 

Later, you're in bed, feet on his lap as you take turns having bites of the cheesy bacon fries, a little bit of sauce smudging the corner of your mouth as you relish the hearty, greasy, warm goodness of the cheeseburger, all washed down with the sweetness of your favorite shake. 

You and Ben are watching your comfort show as you eat, and once the food starts settling in your stomach, you feel extra drowsy, settling into a heap of warmth next to him as he pulls you closer under the covers, his fingers dancing up and down your arm absentmindedly, the muffled sound of his heart beating steadily, his chest rising and falling in a warm pattern. 

"I don't wanna work tomorrow..." You remark sleepily to him. 

Ben smiles, his eyes focused straight ahead but his hand slowing down, stroking your skin with greater care and tenderness.

 "I don't want you to work tomorrow, either." He turns, kissing your forehead. "Call in sick and cuddle me instead. Or we can go to the beach." He says playfully, reclining you back so you can look at him more fully, that pretty, angelic face of his leaning over you. 

"Please?" He kisses you, a chill of vanilla on his tongue from the shake, leaving a pleasant sweet taste on your lips. 

"The beach sounds nice..." You hum, chuckling when his lips attack your cheeks, making their way to your lips again so you struggle to finish your thought"...or, we could just stay in..."

"Whatever you want, cutie." He grins, his face twisting into that expression that melted you every time. 

You sigh and shake your head. Your boss would probably hate you for leaving them in the weeds once again, but you'd hold onto spending any extra time with Ben whenever you could. Especially as his obligations at HQ became much more unpredictable. 

"Okay. Boss might hate me, but fuck it. I'll call off tomorrow and stay with you all day. How about that?" 

Ben smiles, a little smug that he too couldn't get you to pass him up yet again.

 "Damn right." He moves his hand down to play with your necklace. "But hey, don't worry about it, seriously, cutie. If he gives you shit, just have him talk to me." He winks at you.

You sigh and shake your head with a little yawn, your eyelids unable to hold their increasing weight under the slow lull of sleep. "Thanks, Benny..." 

He smiles, pulling the blanket a little higher over you both while he lets the sound of his heartbeat and the low volume and glow of the TV put you to sleep. 

"Sleep tight, baby. I'll be right here." He whispers as he kisses your forehead. 

----

[chion3spid3r]

dating prowler miles

pairings : e42!miles x fem!reader

warning : possessiveness, suggestive, suggestive talks, competitiveness, emotional talks

summary : what’s like to be the girlfriend of Miles

wc : 2.2k

a/n : if I did e1610!miles, I need to do e42!miles obviously.

bf!miles who would who will intimidate any man who approaches you with just a glance—a skill honed from years of being street-smart and cautious. One evening, your boyfriend Miles is hanging out with you when a guy you knew said hi. Without hesitation, he shoot the guy a quick, icy stare. Miles, always protective, make the guy run far from the two of you,

"Miles, damn he's my cousin!" Miles looks sheepish for a moment, then can't help but chuckle nervously at the misunderstanding. "My bad, babe. You know I gotta keep you safe though," he says, half-jokingly, knowing your ability to handle yourself but still wanting to look out for you.

bf!miles who would whisper to you spanish sweet nothings. Though Miles projects a tough guy image on the streets, he has an incredibly gentle side that only you get to see. Every night as you lay cuddled up in his arms, he murmurs tender Spanish endearments and flirty phrases in your ear. His voice is deep and soothing, the cadences and lilts of the Spanish words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the rumbling timbre of his voice lull you into a state of complete security and peace.

bf!miles who would bring you to arcade dates. Miles can be incredibly competitive, especially when it comes to video games. He loves taking you to the local arcade for dates and showing off his gaming prowess. He gets an adorable swell of pride on his face when he's dominating the high scores on his favorite games. One evening, however, you ended up beating not just his high score but his skills overall on the arcade's most popular game. Miles' jaw dropped and he tried to play it cool, insisting he'd never really practiced that game before. But you could see the look of shocked impressed behind his eyes,

bf!miles who would give you late night visits. After his nightly patrols, Miles often finds himself tapping at your bedroom window in the early hours of the morning. He'll slip inside, wearing prowler suit and looking exhausted. For Miles, these quiet, intimate moments are a sanctuary where he can be vulnerable and find comfort and solace after a difficult patrol.

"Sorry for waking you up, ma" he'll murmur contritely, running a hand through his messy braids. But you don't mind at all - in fact, you live for these late night visits. You guide him over to the bed and gently massage the tension from his shoulders and back as he recounts the events of his night.

bf!miles who would let you doing his hair braiding ritual. Miles takes great pride in his thick, braided hair and sees it as part of his identity. However, he only allows you and his mama to touch and style it - a sign of his deep trust.

Some evenings you'll sit on the bed behind him, carefully parting and braiding his hair, though your braiding skills admittedly still need some work. Miles will playfully wince and tease "Damn ma, you tryna rip my whole head off?" when you tug a little too hard on a section. But he remains patient, gently guiding your hands and giving you tips, until eventually the braid is neatly completed.

bf!miles who would never leave you with only a peck, for him, you directly make out. When Miles is feeling that fire for you, he doesn't hold back. His kisses start off soft and sweet but quickly deepen into something passionate and hungry.His intensity and desire for you is palpable and intoxicating.

When you look especially hot to him, he won't let you out. If you try to pull away, breathless, he growls "Stay right there, ma. Can't let you get away when you look that hot." He pulls you flush against his body, roaming hands leaving a trail of heat over your skin.

bf!miles who would discover secret places and bring you to them after he foud hem. In his nightly prowls around the city as the Prowler, Miles has discovered countless hidden gems - tucked away rooftops, winding alleyways, secret urban gardens and more. Whenever you've had a particularly stressful day, he'll surprise you by taking you on an impromptu exploration of these secret spots. Seeing the wonder and forgotten beauty of these places through Miles' perspective reminds you that even in the darkest of times, there's always light and enchantment to be found if you know where to look.

bf!miles who would buy you matching jordans. Both of you love to stunt, especially when it comes to your fresh kicks. One day Miles surprises you with a pair of brand new limited edition Jordans - except there's two pairs, one for each of you. He loves any opportunity to show the world that you're his girl. Rocking those matching kicks together is like a subtle claim staking your status as a couple.

bf!miles who wouldalways be a flirtatious teaser. Miles, before you two became a couple, loved to tease and get a riled reaction out of you. Whether it's mocking your Spanish accent (despite the fact that he has one too) or sneaking up behind you to grip your hips and press himself against you, he's constantly pushing your buttons in that flirtatious way of his. Part admiration, part purely carnal desire, Miles never lets too much time pass without reminding you just how much he wants you.

"You know how Latinas turn me on, ma. And you ain't no exception," he'll murmur in your ear, his voice dropping into that deep, rumbly register that makes you shiver.

bf!miles who would let you makeup him despite his boredom. Miles projects a tough, macho image, so you're surprised when he begrudgingly agrees to let you experiment with makeup on him one day.

As you start applying foundation, he's already fidgeting and groaning. "Ma, you really gotta do that shit?" he protests, flinching when you get too close to his eyes with the brushes.

You laugh at his reaction. "Hold still, tough guy. Don't be such a baby about it."

Miles grumbles under his breath but remains on the bedr, letting out exaggerated sighs and complaints like "This makeup shit is for real uncomfortable" and "How do y'all deal with this every day?"

When you finally get to the false lashes, Miles outright balks. "Oh hell no, there's no way you're putting those spidery things anywhere near my eyes!"

You pout at him until he reluctantly gives in with an eye roll. "Aiight, aiight, just get it over with quick."

As you meticulously apply the faux lashes, Miles stays uncharacteristically still and tense, grousing things like "This better not leave me with no lashes after" and "Not a damn word about this to the guys, a'ight?"

Once it's all done, he examines his made-up look in the mirror, trying to play it cool even as you catch him giving a subtle smile.

Ⓡ chion3spid3r all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

[redr0sewrites]

Since i saw that you are writing about ITSV/ATSV can i request something about Hobbie x F reader who has opposite life and aesthetic? They have so much in common but at the same time they are so oppositive like the reader play the piano and dress like old money girl aesthetic?

YESSSSS I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!!!

🥀Cw: none, just fluff!!!

listen, we all know Hobie isn't big on labels or commitment, but when itt comes to you? he's genuinely WHIPPED like you are HIS girl

you guys definitely have an opposite couples aesthetic, with him being so spunky and outgoing while you are much more calculating and reserved. he's great at getting you to loosen up a little, and you end up being the one keeping him in check!!

listen, the old money aesthetic is all about looking classy and refined, and Hobie is the exact opposite of that. he probably thought you were a bit snobby when he first met you, but felt bad about making assumptions once he genuinely got to know you and realized how sweet you are

Hobie probably finds your style really interesting, the same way you find his style intriguing. whenever he sees clothes that you'd like or accessories that match your style, he always buys steals them for you!!!!

once he learns you know how to play the piano??? he's SMITTEN. he seems like he'd enjoy a partner who can play an instrument, and would love to just listen in and hum along as you play. he would let you teach him how to play piano, but only if you let him teach you how to play guitar as well!!!

Hobie would give you SOOOO many song recommendations to play, and in turn he'd play some songs for you!!

your guys' music tastes definitely make an impact on eachother. you've got him listening to lana del ray and laufey, which is SO out of character for him!!! he ends up actually enjoying some of ur music taste, even though he'd never admit it. in the meantime, you're music taste has now been expanded and bands like Three Days Grace, Meatloaf, INXS, and Green Day are now in your playlists !!!

Hobie keeps you up to date on a lot of activism and stuff like that, and would def bring you to punk rallies and rock concerts even though you don't fit in at ALL. everyone knows not to mess with you tho because he always stays nearby, and his hand is practically glued to your waist all night

since you're so fem, Hobie would TOTALLY let you do his makeup!!!! if you ever need to practice, or your trying out a new lip combo or mascara, he's more than willing to be your muse !!!

Hobie is the life of the party, he's genuinely so chaotic and all ober the place, and more often than not you're the one making sure he doesn't go too far. especially if you are in the spider society, theres been a multitude of times where you've had to put a hand on his shoulder and restrain him from fucking DECKING miguel (lmao)

on the flip side, he convinces you to loosen up a little and be yourself. you don't have to be perfect all the time, and when you're around Hobie, you can always be yourself. he genuinely loves you sooo much, flaws and all

you guys are genuinely SUCH a power couple- opposites attract fr ‼️

RAHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! sorry this is so short i didn't really have any full fledged scenarios in mind but PLEEEASSSEEE feel free to request more!!!! i loved this req sm hehe- ive been FIGHTING a writing slump recently urgrhrhrg

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Flufftober prompt 2: Love confession (Jonathon Ohnn)

technical long awaited part 2 for this post ! we love revisiting old stuff in this house! prompt list here side note i just realized people spell his name as both jonathon and jonathan- is there an official spelling or do we all just use it interchangeably? def making it a hc that he gets annoyed when people spell his name wrong. esp after he becomes the spot... loss of identity stuff plot: following the events of the post linked above, you both get in the car to continue your trip. Surely, Jonathon's feelings won't rip themselves out of his throat on the way? notes: reader is gn, unestablished relationship, jonathathon crushing on reader, not proof read we die like uncle aaron, admin only knows lore based off the spiderverse stuff they have no prior knowledge on any other iteration of ohnn, pre collider, ambiguous ending, possible part 3 if the admin ever feels inclined to continue the story word count: 1.5k cws: none

Jonathon struggled to stay awake the morning after everything. After he had pulled himself out of bed between... god his mind was clinging together to keep details clear... it was somewhere between two in the morning and four, though he could be completely wrong. He decided to wait out the rest of night outside your hotel room. He did not get a single wink of sleep, his thoughts consuming him. Naturally, you didn't allow him to drive the car. There was still many hours left on the trip, and that wasn't even factoring in the drive back. You curse Alchemex for not sending someone else, or working out a different arrangement than having someone pick up the parts needed for some... machine...

"We'll stop in a few hours for breakfast, maybe around nine... does that sound alright? Could you try to catch some sleep so we can switch off eventually?" You glanced at Jonathon as the car rolled to a stop at the light. His eyes lazily pulled themselves to look at you, his glasses were secured in their case and tucked away in the door.

He scrunches his eyes closed, attempting to pull himself together. "Yeah, yeah... that works," He leaned back into his seat as the car began to move again.

It was gloomy outside, dark clouds hung in the sky as if it were about to rain. At least it was better than having the morning light going straight into his eyes. He leaned away from you and tried to get comfortable. It was horribly quiet, and suddenly he became all too aware of his breathing. He wasn't being too loud, or breathing too heavily? He shot a glance to you, and even though your eyes were still glued on the road ahead his sleep deprived mind would not stop the buzzing thought that you were judging him silently. He took a deep breath, and held it for as long as he could without turning red. He slowly exhaled as soft as he could. And he continued the process.

He did not get any sleep, too preoccupied on trying to make the air less awkward than it was. But you never seemed to notice it, or him. It remained this way for hours, until you both eventually pulled into a parking lot of some fast food place. Jonathon nearly jumped out of his skin when you gently shook his arm. His throat clenched painfully before he regained himself. "Sorry! I didn't realize you were asleep!" You apologized. You hadn't noticed after all. Gaze darting, he shook his head. "No, no no it's... fine..."

"Do you want to go inside, or do you just want to pass through the drive thru? I meant to ask you before pulling in, but some douchebag..." You trailed off. "I'm surprised you didn't wake up from the swerve."

Bringing the palms of his hands to his eyes he rubbed them, then blinked his vision clear. The clock said nine. You'd been on the road for three hours. A dull ache in his legs made themselves known suddenly as he pulled his eyes open wider. "We can go inside, give us a chance to walk and go to the bathroom,"

You nod in agreement.

Breakfast was uneventful, you both ate mostly in silence save for you checking in on him. Did you need to make a stop so he can get some proper rest? He insisted that he was fine, but you could tell he was lying through his teeth.

Soon you were back on the road, with you taking it upon yourself to simply keep driving for the remainder of this half of the trip. You did not feel confident with the idea of your coworker driving in his current state.

Morning stretched to noon, and then to late afternoon. The sky had since cleared for the most part, the sunset shining its light on your side of the car. You couldn't blame Ohnn for staring, with the way he could see each individual strand of hair lit up by the orange light. Or how your skin seemed to glow, you looked... alive. That was a normal thing to say about someone, surely!

It was this, mixed with the exhaustion that Jonathon let a single word slip through his chewed lips.

"Wow.."

That was all he said, his face burning brighter against the light that made it past you and onto his own face. He doubted he looked as beautiful as you in the light. His only redeeming quality right now, were his brown eyes. Brown eyes always seemed to look gorgeous in the light.

"Did you say something?" You shot a side glance to him, his teeth clenching as he realized his mistake.

But...

Was it a mistake?

He thought over his thoughts from the night before in bed. Everything he wanted to say to you. His eyes fixated on you, like a child staring at a bug they've found under a rock. He pulled his bottom lip in with his teeth, and ran them along the flesh. He weighed his options. He could be bold and say everything now... or he could keep quiet... If things ended bad, he could perhaps let himself wallow in shame in the passenger seat or ask someone to help him get home if you didn't allow him to ride back with you.

""Are you okay? " You asked when you didn't get a response. All day you had been worried about the man, his behavior was so off and it you were beginning to believe you may have done something wrong. Maybe you should have let him sleep on the floor like he had insisted, did you make him feel pressured to share the bed with you?

"No, actually I'm not." He said after a few seconds. A horrible opener, really. He didn't have time to fight his body cringing, he had already committed to this. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you," He added. That didn't make it sound any better. Before he could back out you were already pulling the car into the parking lot of a gas station, stopping the car. He had your full attention now.

"Is this about the bed thing? Or is it something else?"

He sucked air between his teeth, scraping his mind for some way to back out of this. This wasn't the best time to confess your feelings, was it? Let alone the right place. Jonathon had always thought that he would try to orchestrate something to "naturally" have you two fall together, opening a window to ask you out.. this was.. not at all what he had planned. He felt far too vulnerable, the inside of the car suddenly felt too small.

He was going to dismiss everything off as a joke, but when his eyes caught yours his jaw started working against him. In perhaps the most humiliating way.

"I'm in love with you, (Reader)"

The air hung thick.

Such a horrible way to say it.

He will never have the chance to confess to you in the way he wanted to, never would he want it to go out like this. He cursed himself for this failure.

What a waste.

He tore his eyes away from you as his face began to burn, soon followed by his ears and the back of his neck turning a bright shade of pink. For a horrifying moment he wondered if you would tell the rest of your coworkers about this. He tried to dismiss it once more, trying to follow it by a "Just kidding!" but his jaws betrayed him once more.

It was quiet, and he became aware of his breathing again. He began to focus on it, working to make sure it wasn't too loud in the space you shared.

He chanced a glance at you through the corner of his eye, only to see that similarly your face was burning as well. "You don't.. have to say anything-"

"No, I'm glad you told me..." You pulled your gaze forward and worked your brows together. More quiet followed before you breathed deeply and exhaled. You looked at the time, prompting him to look as well. He had been so deep in his thoughts and feelings the entire day that he had forgotten why you were driving. His horror deepens as he realizes that he had practically confessed to you while you were working... he wanted to bury himself into the ground.

"Can we talk about this later, when we get this.." You motion your hand around, "over with? When we get back home, I mean,"

It felt like a gut punch, but he understood. You both had a job to do, pick something up and return.

He nodded, trying to swallow the hurt look that tried to come out.

You nodded, and pulled the car out of the parking lot and returned driving. You both made it to your location, and got what you needed. There was no way the two of you were going to drive tonight, however, given the exhaustion settling in both of you.

This time Jonathon made sure the hotel room had two beds.

[sepptember]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 :: spiderman smau

characters included :: gn!reader, gwen stacy, hobie brown, miguel o'hara miles morales, pavitr prabhakar.

cw: mentions of spiders, swearing. no one is spiderman in this au! they're all in high school & miguel is a teacher.

part 1 :: part 2

[starandcloud]

42!Miles Headcannon

42!Miles would have you saved as "Danger" in his phone so he can answer your call like:

"What's up Danger?"

Knowing it'll make you laugh and roll your eyes. He's seen you smile and roll his eyes at his texts whenever he'd slip that little nickname in, and he loved how happy you got. It honestly gives him the strength to get back up and out there when eh wants to give up because, if he doesn't protect your, who will? Who will protect the one person, other than his mom and his uncle, who he can go to with his problems and not feel judged? You were perfect to him, you were his light house in the storm, even if you didn't know it.

New's flash: you can handle yourself very well, and he knows that, but please let him feel useful-

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Synopsis: you where one of the first spider women miguel recruited into the SS (spider society) your a dj/producer/singer in your universe, you use this to your advantage by going to other universes and preforming and scouting out the spiderman/woman in that universe to recruit them. everything was going good in the spider society until a new villain threatens the spider society and the whole multiverses' existence.

Content: angst, fluff, HELLAAA drama, cussing

Notes: this story takes place during atsv, all the same plot damn near, and yn is pretty much metro boomin just a girl (don’t judge me), also we don’t like gwen.

Extra Notes: miguel and y/n are close in this story and she's his favorite, since he looks at her like a little sister and she looks at him as an older brother.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: Current Chapter

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Chapter Six: Bye Felicia!

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Fucking exhausted.

At this point you weren’t even thinking, just letting adrenaline drive your movements. But the thing about adrenaline, it runs out. And you weren’t sure how much of it you had left, or how long this mess was supposed to last. 

While dodging debris and hauling around citizens, you came to a realization. Unlike the others, you didn’t have powers. You were never bitten by a radioactive kitten, and neither was your father as far as you’re aware. You didn’t shoot out hairballs from your palms or have super-strength, you couldn’t claw your way up walls or always land perfectly on your feet, unlike the others, you were just human. And your human-ness was really starting to weigh down on you right about now, as you felt your feet slide out from under you, and your wrists start to ache while you did your best alongside Pav to keep a city bus from toppling over the edge of a broken bridge. 

You grit your teeth and groaned, nothing in your mind but fuzz, body fueled by the desperate willpower the screams of civilians around you provided. Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt the ground rumble behind you, deepening the cracks that formed around your feet. A pained shout of Miles’ name from Gwen sounded out. 

After what felt like forever, the strain on your arms had been slightly relieved. You cracked your eyes open, met with Hobie by your side, joining you in the upward pull of the city bus. After a few more hearty tugs, the bus was finally on solid ground. You heaved a heavy sigh, finally feeling the full weight of your adrenaline crash. Your mind spun and your stomach churned. Under you, your legs began to wobble. With nothing but exhaustion on your mind, you embraced the slump of your body that followed. Before you felt yourself hit the ground, a firm hand gripped your shoulder, steadying your unstable form. Besides you, an English accent mumbled some sort of consolidation your ringing ears didn't manage to pick up. Still, in your hazy state, you turned your head towards Hobie and shakily parted your lips. “...Is it over?” 

Before you could catch a response, you felt a new pair of arms wrap themselves around your form. You clamped your eyes shut in surprise, and by the time you opened them, the intimate squeeze that engulfed you was gone. In front of you, Pav stood with a hand on his chest, head lowered in a silent ‘thank you’. Despite everything, a smile crept its way onto your face. 

The tender moment was quickly cut short with more rumbling. But this wasn’t another signal of more destruction, it was different. This time it felt…warbled…time bending. In the direction of the noise, what looked like a giant, spider-shaped ship descended from a bright portal. It landed with a heavy thud, and opened its large mouth to release what looked like…more? Spider-people…? You let out a wry laugh. You were beginning to sense a pattern.

Walking first out of the ship with an air of authority, was a familiar face. “Okay, guys, secure the area, clear all civilians, and let’s contain this quantum hole.” Your mind flashed back to the night you and Miles jumped headfirst into this mess. In the midst of Spots’ destruction that night, her holographic form stood alongside Gwen. Just as you were about to turn to mention this revelation to Miles, he was already taking confident strides towards the pregnant hero. Not before grabbing a hold of your wrist and dragging you behind him, forcing you to join him in his determined trot towards the now-frowning Spider-woman. Of course.

Your brows began to knit together and a nervous smile plastered itself on your lips. “Hah…Miles, what do you think you’re doing,” You tried to tug your wrist away, which he did loosen his grip, but his stride didn’t falter once. Breaking your train of worry, he spoke your name. “Just trust me with this.” He replied with a shrug in his shoulders and a smile clear in his voice. “Trust me.” He squeezed your wrist before letting go and quickening his pace, now walking in front of you. 

Similar to his determined stride, the cheeriness in his voice refused falter as he began to address the Spider-heroine. “Hey, I’m Miles, and uh, that’s Black Cat back there,” The pregnant hero jutted her chin into the air, walking with clear frustration thinly veiled with nonchalance. Despite her obvious display of ignorance towards him, Miles continued. “Uh- we all actually met before, when I was invisible and Cat-” A knot began to weave and tighten in your stomach as you felt the gaze of the older woman meet yours. She lowered her chin, looking at you through her eyebrows. She walked quicker now, towards you. You gulped. “I know who you are,” She mumbled, finally addressing Miles. “But you, Hardy,”

huh?

 She stopped before you, never once breaking her glare. She let out a deep sigh, letting her shoulders slump. You, on the other hand, couldn’t be any more tense. “You’re really not supposed to be out here.” 

How did she know my name?

“How do you know my-”

“Okay- wait, let me explain-” Gwen stepped between the two of you. “Miguel wants you back at HQ.” Gwen was quickly shut down before any sort of explanation could escape her masked lips. “Wait, where are we-” “All of you.” Your confused sentiments were quickly shut down as well, met with a quick sweep of the hand of the hero before walking off towards the ship. The knot in your stomach loosened. Only slightly. Beside you, Miles whooped excitedly. “I’m going to HQ?”

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“I just can’t catch a break, huh?”

You shouted towards the rest of the group from the ceiling. Or was it the floor? Or maybe just a wall? This building made no sense to you. Granted, it probably wasn’t designed with Cats in mind. While Miles, Gwen, and Hobie walked comfortably upside-down, their feet sticking effortlessly to every surface they touched, you relied on swinging your form around via grappling hook. Occasionally, gravity would be on your side and you would catch yourself walking like normal across what you assumed was a floor, but just as you would start to get comfortable, you began to fall upwards. Or would it be downwards?

“It’s a bit much, innit?” Hobie mumbled back. “Pff,” You chucked. “More than a bit- SHIT-!”

Doubling over in pain, you let go of your hook. Screaming out, you tried to grab at yourself in an attempt to ground the sting that shot through your nerves. You tried to grab at yourself, but you felt nothing. You felt like you were coming undone. You were coming undone, you were falling apart, you were-

“Here.”

And as the pain was never there, it was gone entirely. A pressure on your wrist. Looking towards your arm you were met with  a bright blue rubbery band.

“It’s a day pass. Keeps you from…” You heard the same pained grunt from Miles, who now crouched beside you, face contorted in pain. “…doing that.” He snapped the band across his wrist, sending you a worried glance before helping you up. 

Continuing your trek through the HQ, you subconsciously felt yourself grow more on guard. You recognized this feeling, it was the exact same one you would always feel while sneaking past security during heists, the exact same feeling you would get slinking around CCTV cameras late at night. 

You were being watched. 

Glancing around the space, you easily confirmed that yes, you were being watched. Quite intensely too. As you trudged behind the group you instinctively rested your hand on the holster of your whip, noticing how the masked eyes of the Spider-people around you seemed to follow your every move. You lifted your chin, adjusting your posture to walk with a stronger, cockier air in your step. The staring turned to whispers, the whispers turned to murmurs. Your lips began to pull into a smirk. Once again, The Black Cat was watched, feared, the center of attention. 

Would it be wrong if you said you missed this feeling?

If you focused enough, you could decipher the mumblings that floated around you. And one thing especially kept on putting you off. 

…The Black Cat…Cat is here?...Black Cat…Hardy…Cat Burglar…Thief…Hardy…Cat.. Hardy?…Hardy…Hardy…

…Felicia?

They all knew your goddamn name. Your last name, at least. Fearful mumbles of ‘Hardy, Hardy, Hardy’ filled your ears, mixed with another name you didn’t recognize. ‘Felicia, Felicia, Felicia’. You tried to not let how disturbed you were show on your face. Lifting your head higher, you continued your strut.

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“Who’s in these lazer cages?”

You asked, eyes illuminated orange by the glowing prison before you.

“Anomalies,” Answered above you, a small, weirdly fashionable, digital avatar. “Folks who ended up in the wrong dimension. We kick their butts and send them home.”

Glowering looks were sent in the direction of the group as you and Miles curiously peered at the multiple caged anomalies in the room. Men with eight tentacled arms strapped to their backs, tall figures with crystal balls for heads, a man with the posture of a vulture, a literal vulture- the oddities were neverending. 

One in particular caught your eye. A leaner, more feminine figure stood with a cocked hip and arms crossed. The knot was back. Tightening, twisting, as you stepped slowly towards the orange enclosure. As you got closer, more features made themselves apparent to you. Thin heeled boots blended seamlessly into a skin-tight, grayscale suit. Crossed arms lined with white fur lead into ladylike hands, with long, pointed nails decorating their fingertips. A deep v-neck, prominent collarbones, red-painted lips, blue eyes, a tight, high ponytail-

Cat ears.

It seemed both you and the lady before you felt the same way about each other's presence, watching with wide eyes as hers widened as well. By now, the knot has doubled, tripled, tied around itself and every organ in your body. Whatever type of confidence you managed to muster in yourself earlier was long gone now. In front of you, plump, red lips parted to speak. 

“Felicia?”

That name again. Shocked still, you shook your head ‘no’. The lady let out a wry laugh. “I know a Cat when I see one,” The click-clacks of high heels sounded out as she stepped closer towards the edge of the cage, now crouching so her face was leveled with yours. She had an elegant, mature face. Her lips were stretched into a small, relaxed smile, but the pained scrunch that was knit into her forehead told you that relaxed was the last thing she was feeling at this moment. “But you’re so…young.” A sigh, followed by a feline-like stretch as she stood back up in her enclosure. “They’re not gonna like you in here, y’know. They’ll make you ‘Go Home’ as soon as he finds out who you are.” 

“Wait- wait,” You finally spoke up, breaking out of whatever trance the two of you were caught up in. “Who’s ‘he’? And who are you? And why do you look like me but not…really? And everyone in here knows my last name for some reason and it’s been driving me fucking crazy-”

“Let’s go!” Down the hall behind you, Hobie called out over his shoulder. Another sigh from the anomaly. “Listen, kid. Stay safe. Please.” “You’re not telling me anything-” “It’s too complicated to explain right now, kid.” “I’m not a kid-” 

“Felicia Hardy. Black Cat.”

“...you’re…but I-”

“And you’re not the first, or the last, that’s been in this place. Trust me, I’ve seen my fill.” 

“But…how?”

“I don’t know how. But I do know that you need to be careful, please. Knowing you, er- us, getting tangled in situations as big as this never ends well-”

“Cat, c’mon!” Hobie called out again. Felicia pressed her lips together, sending you a knowing gleam in her blue eyes and a slight nod. Backing up from her cage, you nodded back. A silent pact, a mysterious bond formed between the two of you that you didn’t really understand. Nevertheless, you trudged on.

“Coming!”

[l0vem41l]

it's a new year and i still love you.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, gwen wearing her shoes on the bed made me wanna claw my eyes out but thatz ok can u tell shes a fave, do we f with pining and yearning, short asf but shhhh dont talk 2 me im in hiatus 」

「 gn!reader, romantic...ish relationship <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown, miles morales (1610 + 42), miguel o'hara

author's note: i miss writing for atsv. anyways this is a draft from new years. ITZ LATE I KNOW I KNOW SHHHHHH

▸ GWEN STACY who's not the best with words, but has drafted about a million letters of confession for you anyways. they stay in a shoebox under her bed— some crumpled up, folded away out of timidness, or ripped out of frustration with none of them quite good enough for you.

she's spent the entire year writing letter after letter and has experienced the hand cramps to prove it yet, no progress has been made.

during new years, she invites you over for a celebration for two, just hanging out in her bedroom.

she's praying you don't notice that she accidentally left the shoe box out. freaks out when you ask her about her new kicks— until she realizes you're referring to the ones she's wearing. the ones she stole from hobie. phew.

silently makes a promise to tell you eventually. while terrified of losing you— gwen at least wants to let you know you're loved and cherished, that you mean the world to her. maybe this year.

▸ HOBIE BROWN who's figured that whatever you have is better than nothing. he's as direct as possible with you without saying it outright. and it's not quite a relationship, not quite a friendship— but he likes it that way.

at least you're heading into the new year together, watching the fireworks in the distance on a rooftop. there's no better place to be in the world, as far as he's concerned.

hobie offers you a kiss on new years as a joke yeah right, but will definitely be surprised when you happily lean in and plant a few on his face.

"are you missing on purpose?" he quips, chuckling to himself.

he decides to place a quick one on your lips, just as it turns midnight.

both of your faces heat up as you awkwardly glance away from him— but then you feel hobie lean into your side, his head rested on your shoulder.

▸ MILES MORALES (1610) who's rehearsed the planned confession in front of his mirror night after night, only to realize an entire year has passed and he still hasn't told you.

he tries to and... yeah, fireworks make it hard for anyone to hear anything. it's okay though. at least they're pretty. not as pretty as you. he watches you tilt your head and laugh and nod politely, knowing damn well you didn't hear any of what he said.

after a moment, the noise dies down enough for you to say, "hah... uh— sorry what?"

miles decides just to crack a joke instead. something about starting his year off right with you around. nearly dies when you grin and squeeze his hand in agreement.

▸ MILES MORALES (42) gets you a nice gift even though new years gifts aren't exactly typical. just wants to show that he cares about you.

will try to scowl as you grin and gush about it but eventually chuckles at your reaction to such a simple gesture.

you have a minor freak out, realizing you have no gift for him— but he only shrugs.

"you're enough."

the grin that forms on your face is almost stupid. he's already anticipated the words that will come out of your mouth as you tease him for being sappy. he just rolls his eyes, threatening to never be nice again. whine and complain about it and he'll reconsider.

▸ MIGUEL O'HARA is barely celebrating new years. sure, realizes he's done absolutely NOTHING in terms of confession and intends to keep it that way. i mean. he's kinda busy. and maybe this next year will pull you two apart.

you don't kiss him at midnight, mainly because he's barely spoken the entire time and you're worried about his silence— but you place your palm in his instead. the size difference of your hands makes you smile slightly.

you pause, glancing at him. "i have a good feeling about this year."

he quirks an eyebrow up. "yeah?"

"yeah. we'll have each other."

your earnest smile is enough to send him into cardiac arrest atp.

"...i guess i have a good feeling about it too then."

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[mrs3vil]

𖥔 ݁ ˖ e𝟦𝟤!𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 as your boyfriend.

❝ 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 is really skeptical in beginning an actual relationship, he would try to deny his feelings as much as possible because he is afraid of rejection and to lose his only friend besides ganke, but eventually he just can't look at you anymore without feeling his heart pounding aggressively in his chest.

❝ eventually he realised that if he kept ignoring you he would've lost you anyway, so he took the lead of the situation and asked you out. you guys were just sitting on the roof of the building he lives in, just hanging out.

❝ the dark pretty much surrounded you, except for some silver-ish hue that the light pole brought you. his features where lost in the dark, but not his brown eyes. he didn't look at you, not even for a second. if his brain acknowledged you he would've probably died of embarrassment, so he did his best to not look at you as six simple words left his lips "do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

❝ underneath the tough, prowler, cold surface he's pretty similar to 1610 miles, except he has trust issues and he doesn't show that part of himself to everyone. i see a lot of people depict him as a rich daddy dom dark guy, but I honestly can't bring myself to see him like that. he's technically still pretty much miles, obviously not the same. they had different characters developments ecc... but it's still the cute quirky art kid, only you and ganke get to see that

❝ he draws you a lot. his sketchbook is infested with scribble-ish doodles of you, but none of them is good enough. not for you, you're too perfect. the corners of his school notes look like walls infested with graffiti. I feel like he kinda hides them from you, but it's pretty impossible since he always draws you. he finds it therapeutic. his mom definitely saw them and never let it go.

[mariees-love]

miguel’s off day

miguel x gn reader (fluff, .5k words)

On a rare day off in Miguel O'Hara's busy life, he decided to spend it with you, his favorite person. The bustling city of Nueva York provided the perfect backdrop for a day of unexpected adventures.

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange as you strolled through the streets, hand in hand with Miguel. He was dressed casually, a break from his usual Spider-Man 2099 suit, showcasing a side of him you rarely got to see. His smile was contagious, and you couldn't help but be captivated by the joy radiating from him.

"Let's start the day with something sweet," Miguel suggested, leading you to a charming little café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries welcomed you. You shared a cozy corner, sipping coffee and indulging in delicious treats. Conversations flowed effortlessly, a mix of laughter and quiet moments that spoke volumes.

After satisfying your sweet tooth, Miguel proposed a visit to the city's futuristic park. As you walked through the serene greenery, Miguel pointed out the advanced technology integrated into the surroundings. However, his attention was more on you than the marvels of the future, cherishing the simple pleasure of spending quality time together.

The two of you stumbled upon an outdoor market filled with vibrant colors and eclectic stalls. Miguel insisted on trying exotic snacks, and you couldn't resist joining in the culinary adventure. From futuristic fruit to peculiar pastries, each bite was a shared experience, creating memories you'd cherish.

Amidst the lively market, a street artist caught Miguel's eye. With a mischievous grin, he pulled you towards the artist's stand. Miguel convinced the artist to draw a playful caricature of you both, capturing the essence of your relationship in whimsical strokes. The finished piece became an instant treasure, a reminder of this special day.

As the sun began to set, painting the city in warm hues, Miguel suggested a rooftop escapade. The view from above was breathtaking, skyscrapers piercing the sky as the city transformed into a sea of lights. Wrapped in each other's arms, you shared dreams and aspirations, basking in the tranquil moment.

The day wouldn't be complete without a touch of adventure. Miguel, ever the thrill-seeker, proposed a friendly race across the city's rooftops. The wind rushed past as you swung and leaped from building to building, laughter echoing through the night. The cityscape became your playground, and for a moment, you felt as invincible as Spider-Man himself.

Exhausted but elated, you found yourselves perched on a quiet rooftop, catching your breath. In the soft glow of the moon, Miguel gazed at you with genuine affection. "Today has been perfect," he confessed, his words carrying the weight of his feelings.

As the night embraced the city, Miguel and you shared a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing the day's magic. In the quiet moments that followed, surrounded by the city's heartbeat, you realized that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones shared with the one you love.

[unabashedcroissanttreefan]

Okay Hello, no one knows me, I have 0 follower, I never post and no will read this but I HAD to share this Miguel O'hara/ Y/N thought, which can probably be applied to a lot of characters

Imagine : The sun is setting during a chill day in summer. In a cemetery, Miguel is sat before his sweet daughter's grave. How long has he been there ? Don't know, but when he arrived the sun was high in the blue sky. He talks to the rectangle marble stone in front of him, the picture of Gabriella never ceasing to smile.

The gravel crunches under the feet of someone, but Miguel doesn't seem to mind nor to even notice, focused on all the things he wants to tell his lovely Gabi.

The person stops in front of a grave, probably the one of someone they loved and cared for. A family member ? A friend ? Only them know. The scent of the flower bouquet they hold fill the air around. They stare at the name(s) written in golden engraved letters with a soft grin. A sigh passes through their lips as they slowly start to bend to place the colorful bouquet of hand-picked flowers, when their eyes drift to the broad figure of a man crouched on before another polished stone.

The person scan him, no ounce of judgment in their mind; He happily talks and chuckles to the photo despite the obvious remorse rolling down his cheeks.

A discreet grin is now drawn on their lips, endeared by the sight. They approach him, carefully stepping forward not to startle him, but he doesn't seem to have noticed them.

Miguel eagerly tells Gabriella about the latest news that happened in his Spider life ; how the cafeterias vending machine was completely destroyed after everyone fought for the last piece of some random candy he always found too sweet and doesn't understand the hype for, how he finally found one of Lyla's jokes funny, how he forgot what Jess looked like without her round belly and how healthy her baby is..

He is involved in each of his words.

A set of legs enter his vision. He immediately shoots his gaze up, ready to pick a fight with whoever interrupted him and Gabi in their one-sided conversation.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.." The stranger embarrassly states. While he raises an eyebrow, still perplexed, they kneel down. Their face always showed a soft expression clearly displaying their lack of wrong intentions. Under his curious eyes, the person starts to choose some flowers in the lot, seriously thinking about the one that suited the best the framed, smiling girl. Happy of their second little bouquet, they proudly grin, and place the gathering of flowers on the grave, in front of the picture.

"I hope she isn't allergic to pollen" They say, offering a warm smile to the man, who, despite being dumbfounded by their action, seems to appreciate it.

Miguel chuckles.

"She was, but she loved flowers too much to care about it. I always had to carry allergy medication because of that"

They both chuckle. He was glad to share her memory with someone

"I can't blame her ! I always loved to go on walks just to pick every kind of flowers I came across to"

"Believe me, she did the same. The appartement was always full of dead flowers because she was too sad to throw them away"

Both of them laugh, and, the now 'not really a stranger anymore' settles on their rear and crosses their legs, eager to know more.

Jeez HAAAAAA

(Fanart not mine, I don't have the name of the artist, sadly.. I randomly picked it from my gallery, I'm really deeply sorry)

Also, I'm not a native English speaker, and since this is a drabble, I didn't take the time to look for translations or correct orthography, so don't hesitate to tell me if I made a mistake, that's how Iearn haha