#e/ talks about hq

[natjennie]

watching the flashback scenes in redding weddy caressing my screen while a single silent tear falls, like a mourning army wife in the 40s with a locket. which is appropriate given the subject matter.

[touchlikethesun]

so while i do think hinata loves parties and dancing and all that - i mean just look at him, he is the most extroverted energy-filled guy, ofc he loves parties - he does all of it stone-cold sober like there is no universe where hinata gets drunk on nights out, don't you know he has training in the morning?? also like the main reason people drink on nights out is like as a social lubricant or to relax and let loose, and hinata - besides being mindful of his health - does not need anyyy help in that regard that little sunshine is just as bubbly and enthusiastic as a normal person might be three drinks in

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The one weird monopoly trick that gave us Walmart and Amazon and killed Main Street

I'm coming to BURNING MAN! On TUESDAY (Aug 27) at 1PM, I'm giving a talk called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE!" at PALENQUE NORTE (7&E). On WEDNESDAY (Aug 28) at NOON, I'm doing a "Talking Caterpillar" Q&A at LIMINAL LABS (830&C).

Walmart didn't just happen. The rise of Walmart – and Amazon, its online successor – was the result of a specific policy choice, the decision by the Reagan administration not to enforce a key antitrust law. Walmart may have been founded by Sam Walton, but its success (and the demise of the American Main Street) are down to Reaganomics.

The law that Reagan neutered? The Robinson-Patman Act, a very boring-sounding law that makes it illegal for powerful companies (like Walmart) to demand preferential pricing from their suppliers (farmers, packaged goods makers, meat producers, etc). The idea here is straightforward. A company like Walmart is a powerful buyer (a "monopsonist" – compare with "monopolist," a powerful seller). That means that they can demand deep discounts from suppliers. Smaller stores – the mom and pop store on your Main Street – don't have the clout to demand those discounts. Worse, because those buyers are weak, the sellers – packaged goods companies, agribusiness cartels, Big Meat – can actually charge them more to make up for the losses they're taking in selling below cost to Walmart.

Reagan ordered his antitrust cops to stop enforcing Robinson-Patman, which was a huge giveaway to big business. Of course, that's not how Reagan framed it: He called Robinson-Patman a declaration of "war on low prices," because it prevented big companies from using their buying power to squeeze huge discounts. Reagan's court sorcerers/economists asserted that if Walmart could get goods at lower prices, they would sell goods at lower prices.

Which was true…up to a point. Because preferential discounting (offering better discounts to bigger customers) creates a structural advantage over smaller businesses, it meant that big box stores would eventually eliminate virtually all of their smaller competitors. That's exactly what happened: downtowns withered, suburban big boxes grew. Spending that would have formerly stayed in the community was whisked away to corporate headquarters. These corporate HQs were inevitably located in "onshore-offshore" tax haven states, meaning they were barely taxed at the state level. That left plenty of money in these big companies' coffers to spend on funny accountants who'd help them avoid federal taxes, too. That's another structural advantage the big box stores had over the mom-and-pops: not only did they get their inventory at below-cost discounts, they didn't have to pay tax on the profits, either.

MBA programs actually teach this as a strategy to pursue: they usually refer to Amazon's "flywheel" where lower prices bring in more customers which allows them to demand even lower prices:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaSwWYemLek

You might have heard about rural and inner-city "food deserts," where all the independent grocery stores have shuttered, leaving behind nothing but dollar stores? These are the direct product of the decision not to enforce Robinson-Patman. Dollar stores target working class neighborhoods with functional, beloved local grocers. They open multiple dollar stores nearby (nearly all the dollar stores you see are owned by one of two conglomerates, no matter what the sign over the door says). They price goods below cost and pay for high levels of staffing, draining business off the community grocery store until it collapses. Then, all the dollar stores except one close and the remaining store fires most of its staff (working at a dollar store is incredibly dangerous, thanks to low staffing levels that make them easy targets for armed robbers). Then, they jack up prices, selling goods in "cheater" sizes that are smaller than the normal retail packaging, and which are only made available to large dollar store conglomerates:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/27/walmarts-jackals/#cheater-sizes

Writing in The American Prospect, Max M Miller and Bryce Tuttle1 – a current and a former staffer for FTC Commissioner Alvaro Bedoya – write about the long shadow cast by Reagan's decision to put Robinson-Patman in mothballs:

https://prospect.org/economy/2024-08-13-stopping-excessive-market-power-monopoly/

They tell the story of Robinson-Patman's origins in 1936, when A&P was using preferential discounts to destroy the independent grocery sector and endanger the American food system. A&P didn't just demand preferential discounts from its suppliers; it also charged them a fortune to be displayed on its shelves, an early version of Amazon's $38b/year payola system:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/28/enshittification/#relentless-payola

They point out that Robinson-Patman didn't really need to be enacted; America already had an antitrust law that banned this conduct: section 2 of the the Clayton Act, which was passed in 1914. But for decades, the US courts refused to interpret the Clayton Act according to its plain meaning, with judges tying themselves in knots to insist that the law couldn't possibly mean what it said. Robinson-Patman was one of a series of antitrust laws that Congress passed in a bid to explain in words so small even federal judges could understand them that the purpose of American antitrust law was to keep corporations weak:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/14/aiming-at-dollars/#not-men

Both the Clayton Act and Robinson-Patman reject the argument that it's OK to let monopolies form and come to dominate critical sectors of the American economy based on the theoretical possibility that this will lead to lower prices. They reject this idea first as a legal matter. We don't let giant corporations victimize small businesses and their suppliers just because that might help someone else.

Beyond this, there's the realpolitik of monopoly. Yes, companies could pass lower costs on to customers, but will they? Look at Amazon: the company takes $0.45-$0.51 out of every dollar that its sellers earn, and requires them to offer their lowest price on Amazon. No one has a 45-51% margin, so every seller jacks up their prices on Amazon, but you don't notice it, because Amazon forces them to jack up prices everywhere else:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/01/managerial-discretion/#junk-fees

The Robinson-Patman Act did important work, and its absence led to many of the horribles we're living through today. This week on his Peoples & Things podcast, Lee Vinsel talked with Benjamin Waterhouse about his new book, One Day I’ll Work for Myself: The Dream and Delusion That Conquered America:

https://athenaeum.vt.domains/peoplesandthings/2024/08/12/78-benjamin-c-waterhouse-on-one-day-ill-work-for-myself-the-dream-and-delusion-that-conquered-america/

Towards the end of the discussion, Vinsel and Waterhouse turn to Robinson-Patman, its author, Wright Patman, and the politics of small business in America. They point out – correctly – that Wright Patman was something of a creep, a "Dixiecrat" (southern Democrat) who was either an ideological segregationist or someone who didn't mind supporting segregation irrespective of his beliefs.

That's a valid critique of Wright Patman, but it's got little bearing on the substance and history of the law that bears his name, the Robinson-Patman Act. Vinsel and Waterhouse get into that as well, and while they made some good points that I wholeheartedly agreed with, I fiercely disagree with the conclusion they drew from these points.

Vinsel and Waterhouse point out (again, correctly) that small businesses have a long history of supporting reactionary causes and attacking workers' rights – associations of small businesses, small women-owned business, and small minority-owned businesses were all in on opposition to minimum wages and other key labor causes.

But while this is all true, that doesn't make Robinson-Patman a reactionary law, or bad for workers. The point of protecting small businesses from the predatory practices of large firms is to maintain an American economy where business can't trump workers or government. Large companies are literally ungovernable: they have gigantic war-chests they can spend lobbying governments and corrupting the political process, and concentrated sectors find it comparatively easy to come together to decide on a single lobbying position and then make it reality.

As Vinsel and Waterhouse discuss, US big business has traditionally hated small business. They recount a notorious and telling anaecdote about the editor of the Chamber of Commerce magazine asking his boss if he could include coverage of small businesses, given the many small business owners who belonged to the Chamber, only to be told, "Over my dead body." Why did – why does – big business hate small business so much? Because small businesses wreck the game. If they are included in hearings, notices of inquiry, or just given a vote on what the Chamber of Commerce will lobby for with their membership dollars, they will ask for things that break with the big business lobbying consensus.

That's why we should like small business. Not because small business owners are incapable of being petty tyrants, but because whatever else, they will be petty. They won't be able to hire million-dollar-a-month union-busting law-firms, they won't be able to bribe Congress to pass favorable laws, they can't capture their regulators with juicy offers of sweet jobs after their government service ends.

Vinsel and Waterhouse point out that many large firms emerged during the era in which Robinson-Patman was in force, but that misunderstands the purpose of Robinson-Patman: it wasn't designed to prevent any large businesses from emerging. There are some capital-intensive sectors (say, chip fabrication) where the minimum size for doing anything is pretty damned big.

As Miller and Tuttle write:

The goal of RPA was not to create a permanent Jeffersonian agrarian republic of exclusively small businesses. It was to preserve a diverse economy of big and small businesses. Congress recognized that the needs of communities and people—whether in their role as consumers, business owners, or workers—are varied and diverse. A handful of large chains would never be able to meet all those needs in every community, especially if they are granted pricing power.

The fight against monopoly is only secondarily a fight between small businesses and giant ones. It's foundationally a fight about whether corporations should have so much power that they are too big to fail, too big to jail, and too big to care.

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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/14/the-price-is-wright/#enforcement-priorities

[twosashi]

hi all! this is wendy @musashi. my tumblr blog was wrongfully terminated, i presume because i recently made a popular post that vaguely mentioned loving trans women and got sacked by the t/e//r////f mob's mass reporting campaign.

the official reason tumblr banned me was for "hoarding urls" which i very much did not do. i just had a lot of sideblogs, almost all of them active at some point or another. now no one can use those URLs because they are tied to a terminated account. if tumblr needed me to release some of the less active ones, i gladly would've.

it appears as though i was mass reported and tumblr just tried to find a reason to nix me because the ter//ve///s were clogging their pipes and i'm the easier answer to the trolley problem at their HQ.

many of these sideblogs are now gone, and i will be working to get them back up in time if i cannot get my account back.

i am putting on a brave face but i am fucking heartbroken. 14 years of my life were on that blog. that is literally half of my life on earth. countless pieces of art, memories, and snapshots of my adolescence and young adulthood just, like, gone. when i suffered from severe traumatic amnesia in 2016, it was that tumblr blog that helped me recall a TON of my life experiences & who i was. that blog literally saved my life.

with it i lose countless memories and almost 10k followers, as well as a community that i spent a very long time building up. tons of friends whos usernames i did not get, and anons who were never able to give them to me.

please share my story! my name is wendy. my old url was musashi. i liked ace attorney. i liked pokemon. i made youtube videos where i talked autistically about my faves. i liked to write, and make people laugh. i loved it here and i am sad tumblr has chosen to side with the mob instead of listening to that story. i have been here since 2010, and my blog and community meant so much to me.

please reblog this post. i am working hard to get my account back, but if i cannot, i want to find my friends and followers again.

[littleeyesofpallas]

So, with the new legends there's a neat way we can take a guess at some of the time frame. Although it's largely aesthetic and hard to gauge the intended historical parallels of, the not-Eiffel Tower at the center of the city could presumably have been completed in the late 1880s like the real thing. Interestingly that places it pretty concurrent to the construction of the Hokkaido Government building in the 1870s that served as the basis of the Galaxy Team HQ in the first Legends game.

But with the keywords being "urban redevelopment" the setting could only possibly be Haussman's renovation of Paris that took place from the 1850s-1920s. So given that the tower is already standing, that places Legends Z-A between 1889 and 1927.

And I doubt it would play into the setting of a Pokemon game but I think it's neat that it would mean taking place firmly in the 3rd French Republic, as that's not typically the most romanticized period of French history. (Kind of shocking given just how much Japanese pop culture loves to fixate on the Ancien Regime and Rococco architecture.) It's right at the height of the French Colonial empire and their rivalry with the British... Even if they don't address the history directly, certainly not the darker bits, I wonder if we'll see an ancestor of Rose* and some mention of Kalos and Galar's relation as a hint at the Pokemon world's equivalent of India. (Elephant, what elephant...)

*put a pin in that... Well come back to Rose later...

Also I know a lot of the stupid "leaks" that were just running with any/every rumor they could find had been talking about Celebi, despite there being no signs of it in the direct, but it's possible that the Z-A title and the fadethru of the sort of sci-fi looking city diagram into a pencil and parchment one is indicating going back in time --backwards, from Z to A, end to start.

and just so long as I'm just picking at edges of things...

The unknown are an anagram of, "POKEMON PRESENTS"(oh and the SOEYUE one at the end is just "SEE YOU") and the ""confidential"" stamp on the documents likely reads "Gokuhi" as in gokuhi[極秘]: "Top Secret," but the rest of the text doesn't seem to match either Japanese, French, or English,

Hito to POKEMON no kyouzon o yumemite[人と ポケモンの共存を夢見て]: "Dreaming of people and Pokemon's coexistence" Toshisaikaibatsu hassou MIARE CITY[都市再開発発想ミアレシティ]: "Urban Redevelopment Concept Miare City"

The obvious exception being that redacted text is clearly the romanized MIARE from the Japanese MIARE[ミアレ] and the English CITY, which is the Japanese name for what was localized as "Lumiose."

Curiously the word "Pokemon" is very clearly missing from the passage, and also in both cases there are too few "Galarian" characters for how long the phrases are in any actual language.

and finally, given some of the existing examples of handwritten Galarian in SwSh, I'm guessing the text on the big logo is as i've transcribed into the more standard Galar font, although I'm really uncertain about that second one, and a bit iffy about the big "X"s, but the little cyclone O, the V with the underbar, and the E seem certain enough.

Also there's a logo I know I remember seeing that looks like this one but I can't remember where it is or what it's associated with.... It's the logo on the Macro Cosmos power plant. Not Rose's personal logo with the stylized rose, and not the Cosmos business logo with the big star system orbital ring Cs, but the power plant in Hammerlock where you go to fight Eternatus specifically.

It would be really neat if whatever this organization is was tied back to an ancestor of Rose and Peony and the origins of Macro Cosmos somehow.

[macravishedbymactavish]

Hugging Headcanons (TF141 + König x GN!Reader)

Turns out, I'm better at full paragraph writing then headcanons, but we do our best in this house.

TW: Light swearing (like 2-3 words at most), little bit of cheeky adult(ish. Major ISH) behaviour, and mentions of anxiety/overthinking

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Soap:

If he had it his way, he'd be hugging you constantly. Loves (and I mean LOVES) physical contact and just being close to you in general.

He is also very vocal about this. From the beginning of your relationship he's made it known that he L I V E S for physical contact.

His favourite way to hug you is from behind, especially when you're not expecting it. The little jump then relaxing when you realize it's him brings him so much joy.

100% content with holding you from behind like this, chin resting on your shoulder as you do things.

Cooking? He'll be there, likely stealing some of the food before it's served (and laughing when he gets smacked with the spoon).

Paperwork? He'll try to hold you with one arm and write with the other, until Ghost or Price gives him shit because you're both now working at half your normal pace.

Anywhere, anytime. He's going to try to hug you.

If at any point you stop and think: "does Soap want a hug" the answer is yes. Always yes.

Soap always wants a hug, please hug him.

Ghost:

Would either be 100% hesitant and unsure of what he's doing, or 100% confident and assertive. No inbetween for this.

I feel he doesn't dislike physical contact (quite the opposite actually), but rather just hasn't had any physical or emotional connections in quite a while. So long in fact that he's grown fine without it. Until you came around.

Like context pre-hug aside, he probably did the cliche "tense right up then relax once he realizes he's safe" the first time you hugged him. Now he's hooked on the warmth of your body, the way you feel pressed into him, and how automatically relaxed he gets while being hugged.

Since he strikes me as someone who isn't huge on PDA (he's a rather private person) as much as he wants to hold you 24/7, he reserves this for moments when it's just the two of you.

The exception to the rule being stressful missions or any time when he was concerned for your wellbeing. He will gladly hold you close to remind himself that you're okay. No matter where you are, just a reminder that you're still here. You're still his. He pays no mind to anyone else in that moment outside of you and him.

He would NOT be open to questions or explanations the first time this happens, especially if it's in front of the guys. Yes, he's proud of you. Yes he's happy your his. No, they don't need to know every detail of your relationship.

Price:

I can see him being the "little bit obnoxious but a lot of love bear hug" type. Like you can't breathe but that's okay, he loves you a lot.

Much like Ghost - not huge on PDA. Partially because he likes to keep his personal life and work life seperate. But also a professional thing.

He leads a team, he has to keep up appearances. He also doesn't feel like dealing with his sergeants teasing the life out of him for being a softie.

He's also not a teenager anymore, his "I need to touch you at every minute of every hour" days are over. He's perfectly content holding you when appropriate/when he can.

He tries his best to balance work and home. Hugs and loving talks before bed are a MUST in this household. Of course you'll cuddle up in bed, but he makes a point to love up on you a bit more while you're both awake and can remember it.

Like everyone on this list: long hugs before he's deployed and when he first comes home. But I feel like his are more worth mentioning? He's been in the military either the entire time or majority of the time you've been with him. So because of that, you've sacrificed so much for this relationship so he could pursue his career/what feels right. The least he can do is set aside time for just you, to let you feel even a whisper of closure before he goes/when he returns.

I just imagine in the kitchen, tight hug. Ready to say goodbye, as he whispers stuff to you. Like whether it be bits of your vows, quotes he knows you live by, or just how much he adores you for everything. He would make an absolute point to give you another piece of his soul to treasure before he leaves (we can get into this more later if wanted)

Gaz

Another very playful soul. Not outward on PDA, but won't give up a chance to hug you quick or keep a hand on the small of your back.

You rank pretty high on the better things he has in life (if not on top), of course he's going to show you off. He landed a partner who is gorgeous inside and out.

As shown in game, he is a cheeky mf. So expect this to translate into the physical contact.

Mid-hug he may grab a handful of your ass, or start peppering kisses to your neck if hugging you from behind - then pretend like nothing happened (obviously in private. Time and place for everything folks).

I can see him being big on having his arm around your shoulders quite often. Like in resuraunts, resting his arm on the back of your chair, or doing the same while sitting on the couch with you. Just casual contact, a small flex of "they're mine, crazy right?"

Expect to be pulled into a tight hug, then dipped during your first kiss at your wedding. A little bit of flair and spice on your big day. Especially considering he got so flustered after your second or third date, that instead of going in for a goodbye/goodnight kiss he chickened out and opted to hug you close instead.

You melted when he told you that one night, when recounting the many stories and memories from your relationship.

So hugs, needless to say are pretty symbolic in your relationship

König

(Side note: I live and breathe the fact that his social anxiety is canon. I've never related to a character faster)

As anyone with social anxiety knows: it's not about whether you like physical contact or not -- it's normally the overthinking about "Do I initiate? Do I not? Do I pull away first? Am I hugging them for too long? Is this weird?"

He's very sweet overall, but quite awkward and overthinks hugging you initially. But wishes so much that you'd hug him over and over again.

He almost melts the first time you do, but is another "cliche freezes then relaxes" because he's so nervous. He really enjoys your company, he doesn't want to mess this up. He wants this to feel as nice and loving for you as it does for him.

Needless to say, it takes a little while and a lot of reassurance for him to get comfortable hugging you first. But when this day comes, oh boy watch out.

He will hug you at any opportunity. From behind hugs, side hugs, bear hugs, quick hugs, hugs where you do that little sway thing, hugs where you lightly rub the other persons back. He loves them all equally.

He especially loves hugs where you rest your face against his chest, and relax into him. Letting all the stress from your day fade for even a moment (because that's how he has always felt when you hugged him)

He found it both comical and endearing when you dragged a chair from across the room to in front of him to stand on so you could either (depending on your height and the chair)

1) Press your face into his neck without him having to bend right down

Or

2). Let him rest his head against your chest and relax.

Not that he'd ever admit it out loud, but that's the memory he finds himself thinking back to when he can't sleep during a long deployment. Or when he needs a quick pick-me-up after a long day.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Do you long for having your heart interlinked? (Miguel O’Hara x Ai/Hologram! Fem! reader) Part 2

Hiiii! Part two as promised, not proofread. Once again, heavily inspired by K and Joi’s relationship in bladerunner 2049. And there will not be a part 3, but enjoy regardless!

(Y/N)-Your name.

Cursing, Miguel being all mad scientisty at the beginning , Miguel being a bit of a perv at the beginning if you squint, talks about cutting of synthetic flesh, Miguel being a sad and desperate man if you squint a bit harder , Slight existentialism. lmk if I miss anything.

Word count: 2.2k

Part 1

Masterlist

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“Miguel?”

His shoulders tensed up upon hearing your voice ring through his office, despite your inability to appear in the room, he always got nervous that one day you’ll end up just popping up in the middle of him working on your physical form.

“Yes?” His voice low, thick with concentration as wipes some sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief he had tossed to the side of his desk. Careful to not bump his glasses as he kept his eyes focused on wrapping the synthetic skin around your left hand, apart from the nails, it was the last bit of your arms that needed to be completed.

“It’s currently 2:24 am, you need to rest.”

“Tomorrow is my day off, I’m fine.” He replied, putting down his black marker and removing the faux skin from around the arm, placing it flat on the table as he picked up his exacto knife and began to prepare to slice off the excess skin. He needed to make sure to cut off the right amount, not wanting to cut off too little and having waste parts he could use on the rest of your body, it was almost as if he was vinyl wrapping a car.

“You still planned on going to HQ tomorrow, you need to rest.” Your words were only met with silence. “Miguel I’ll cut the power if you don’t leave that office of yours and go to bed, you’ll be insufferable tomorrow, you're even more cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.” You scolded him, Miguel’s lip twitched upwards at the mental image of your left hand on your hip with the other pointed a finger at him, your coding making non-existent wrinkle lines appear where your brows furrowed together, and next to your lips as you frown at his inability to take care of his own needs without you to remind him.

“Alright alright…” He mumbled, taking in a deep breath before blinking some sleep out of his eyes, you knew him so well. “Let me finish up, I’ll be out in twenty minutes, tops.” Instead of a verbal answer like he was expecting, he got the sound of your hologram being deactivated. Letting out a small amusement exhale from his nose when he realizes that you were physically waiting for him outside of his office door. How cute…

He was able to finish the arm up in sixteen minutes, placing the finished arm next to the other one, from the fingertips to the shoulder, packing them away properly in a briefcase that resembled those a musician would put their instrument in, he pondered on what part to work on next. Should he develop another external body part? Your legs, your torso? You’d be anatomically correct of course because he knows that’s how’d you’d want to be (and not for completely other unrelated reasons), or maybe on one of your internal “organs”, though completely made up of wiring and metal he wanted it to mimic the human body as much as he could.

“Miguel, it’s been twenty minutes.” Your voice apparently brought him out of his train of thought, making him rush to the door before you fulfill your threat of shutting the power, you’ve done it before on him.

“Alright, alright… I’m going…” he grumbled under his breath as he made his way to his room.

—

“I sent Hobie and Gwen to deal with that anomaly on Earth-A145… Jess wanted to speak to you about training for that new recruit you’ll be meeting tomorrow… and we’re gotten the thumbs up on reopening sector 6 again now that the repairs from last week are finished.” You read off your mini report from your holographic tablet, sitting on the edge of Miguel’s desk as you swung your feet as you looked back up at him. You were always in your smaller form around HQ, finding it easier for your system so you don’t get overwhelmed too quickly or easily.

Miguel replied back in a hum, his eyes trained on the screens in front of him, zoning in on watching the two spider-teens take down a Doc Ock variant pressing his lips together as he tries to keep his mind from wandering, he’s been having trouble with that recently. Letting out a grumble when he heard the faint sound of your screen dinging, internally groaning at the conversation you were both about to enter.

“Miguel…” You glanced at your tablet again, “your vitals are off again, Miguel.” You noted as you tapped around, your brows frowning together as you scowl lightly. “They’ve been like that for the past few weeks… did you want me to make an appointment with your doctor?” You asked as you looked back up at him, watching the way his nostrils expanded slightly as he exhaled out from them, shaking his head light.

“No, (Y/N), that’s not necessary.” He mumbled softly, lifting a hand in the air to wave off the concern, making you let out a huff of frustration, before phasing out and reappearing in front of him with a frown and your arms crossed over your chest. Miguel went to wave his hand through you, it passed through your programming as he silently told you to go away, his frown growing slightly deeper when he realizes that wasn’t going to rid of you.

“Miguel, don't start. Ever since a few months ago when you started to lock yourself up in your office at home, I’ve been starting to worry about you.” After your sentence, the tablet dings again, his heart rate, but you didn’t even glance at it as you look up at him.

“You don’t have to say that.” He responds automatically, his go to respond when you express concerns about him or compliment him in a way a human would. It made his heart skip a beat and sink simultaneously. Despite him overriding your original code, you were still meant to simulate romantic emotions. No matter what, that would always still be attached to you, and it didn’t help Miguel’s rapidly worsening pining for you.

“I know, I want to.” You’d always reply.

If only you knew you were the reason behind your own concerns.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He reassured you in a clam yet commanding voice, his hand going to play with the little metal spider figure on his desk that Peter had brought him one time after a mission. Your eyes narrowed towards him for a split second, before going back to their neutral position, your lips twitching up in a smile, you choose to believe him.

“If you say so, Mig.” You said before phasing away.

He let out a small hum, his lips curving upwards slightly as his eyes shifted down to the metal spider. It would be a nice addition to the metal heart he was about to start building…

—

“Morning Miguel.” The sound of your voice always helped put a smile on his face before he even opened his eyes.

“Good morning.” He replied in that same raspy voice he always did, slowly getting up and out of bed to stretch before starting his morning ritual. Groaning slightly as he felt his vertebrae pop back into place.

“I’m already warming up your coffee,” You said as your coding developed in front of him in your full size, watching as he twisted his torso to pop his hips, before going off to his restroom to get ready for his morning. Today was one of those rare days where he was off from his normal day job at Alchemax, and although he never true gave himself a day off, spending those spare days brooding up in his secluded area up in the HQ tower, watching dozens of screens to make sure that the multiverse didn’t collapse under his watch, but today was special, so he had Jess watch over the society for the day.

“Today’s a special day, (Y/N). You know why?” He asked, sipping on his coffee, as he glances at your presence in his kitchen as he waits for his bagel to pop out from the toaster behind you, a plate already waiting next to the cream cheese and a spreading knife.

You just tilted your head to the side, that once-in -a-blue-moon look of confusion crosses your face as you quickly look over his digital calendar for the day in your internal system only to be met with nothing. Because he purposely left it off, just to see that adorable rare look on your digital features. It was written on a sticky note in his home office instead.

January 14, 2099. (Y/N)’s activation date.

That was two years ago now, exactly down to the day. Miguel finally let out a chuckle when you eventually shrugged your shoulders, waiting for him to tell you.

“Today is the two year anniversary of you being my assistant.” He said as the sound of his breakfast finally popping up, you moving aside to get out of Miguel’s pathway despite his ability to phase through you, knowing how he feels weird about it.

“Really? It doesn’t quite feel that long for me.” You comment as you watch him complete his meal before taking a bit out of the still steaming thing of bread, watching the way the cream cheese slowly starts to melt and drip down onto the plate from the hole in the center of the bagel.

The concept of time to you was a thing you really only understood in theory, it felt like almost… a bubble. On the inside was Miguel, or humans in general. They were born, they celebrate each year when the earth does a full rotation around the sky, they grow up, grow old then they eventually die. Everyday they walk up, usually around the same time, go about their day as they attempt to stick to a schedule before going to sleep. Miguel will leave to work around in the morning, stay till afternoon and slave himself away till tiredness seeps itself into his bones or until you nag him to sleep. Whereas for you, you just kind of… woke up one day for a lack of better words, not how Miguel does though, you don't get tired, you don’t need to rest. Sure, you could overworked your system, you “sleep”, but sleep for you was when you weren’t being useful to Miguel, it’s almost like how you’ve read up how humans experience sleep, expect when they’re minds become free to dream about whatever their hearts long for during their R.E.M cycles, you just become enveloped in nothingness. There is no pitch blackness, no foggy stretch of infinite void for you to wander. Just that, nothingness, and just like humans forget 90% percent of what they dream of at night, you forget what it feels like when you are temporarily shut off. Despite living outside of that bubble of a timeline, you attempted to mimic it when you could, just to indulge yourself from time to time. For him, it felt exactly like those 730 days had passed, to you only a few rips of the fabric of time and space. Time was a man-made concept after all.

Miguel has noticed you’ve been using the word feel more. Despite your lack of a psyche, it felt like you were only growing more sentient by the day with Miguel’s help, on occasion encouraging you to come up with an original thought or opinion when he could coax it out of you.

“It has.” He continued as he finished his breakfast, placing the dirty dishes in the skin and the food items back where they belonged in the fridge. “And, I got you a gift.” Your face returns to that wonder, making Miguel’s lip curl up into a smile.

“You did?” You asked as you watched Miguel leave the kitchen with a response, waiting a moment to see he’d come back, going to zap to his location when he didn't, only to be met with the sight of his office door instead. Frowning as you wait for him.

The frown quickly became replaced with shock when he finally opened the door only to be met with the sight of you, it was you in the form of a robot. You slowly bring your hand out to go and touch it once he brought it through the doorway, your holographic form glitching through your new physical one as you pass it through your face. Bright wide eyes going from it to Miguel as he speaks again, a soft smile covering his features as he looked down at it with pride, your robotic form, eyes closed, head dropped down in front of you and arms hanging loosely by your side, the same way moments before you were first were booted up two years ago.

“You can use it around the house or whenever you feel like when you want to accompany me on non-Spider-Man related errands. Around HQ or during my patrols though it would be best if you stayed in your digital form.” You stayed quiet as your hand ghost over the fabric of your outfit, he even made sure to replicate the one you’d always wore. He cleared his throat as his eyes shifted to you. “Did you want to try it out?”

“Please.”

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[hopelessrromantix]

Sending a less intense ask now that I know you didn't disappear. How about Miguel x male reader who's cannon event was losing his husband, his worlds Miguel. (Hurt/Comfort)

Or Miguel, who's afraid to hurt the reader bc his fangs/powers/strength/etc. So reader has to show him that they're stronger than they look. (Angst/Fluff, optional Smut)

Or Miguel and reader having a secret relationship, but it's hard to keep it that way when he's so desperate for your attention all of the time (Smut, cough semi-public cough)

These are just some ideas, but there's no pressure to answer any of them. Have a good day :)

Might write your other ideas too, ngl...

Slightly more angst whoops.... sorry?

The first time you met Miguel had been a very long time ago.

It was a glance at first. Just a random man visiting the doctor's area of your lab. Perfectly normal.

Then it was a conversation. Then a date. Then a proposal, and before long you were married and happy.

You were originally working on a biological project, which was the spider that made you the Spiderman of your world. And though Miguel was nervous, he was supportive nonetheless.

Unfortunately, like all your counterparts, your unavoidable canon had resulted in Miguel's death, something you never got over. No matter how long passed, your heart felt just as heavy thinking about your husband.

You'd tried just about everything to get him back, even if he wasn't the same.

Experiments, A.I., anything that came to mind. But it was never him.

Maybe it had destroyed you a bit.

Maybe you spent too long torturing yourself in your head, trying to cover any sense of loss with the humor so traditional of a spider.

And maybe, just maybe, you missed him more than you could handle.

It wasn't until you swung face first into an anomaly (literally, a wall had basically materialized in front of you) that your life changed again.

Before you could blink, a man in a dark suit had been tackled to the ground. He was forming stone walls around him, attempting to stand back up.

Judging by the large stature of the man behind him, that wasn't happening.

The suit drew your attention first. It looked weirdly like the one Miguel had helped you make years before. Not the same, but close.

Several other people were with him, each one with different but similar outfits.

"Uhhh should I be fighting you guys, or…?" You questioned, looking over the group. You were prepared for a fight, but they seemed too calm to be villains like those you usually fought.

The tall man looked over to you, nodding to a woman next to him, dressed in all red.

"No, but we owe you an explanation."

And they gave you one, explaining that you weren't really as unique as you thought, but in a much more fulfilling way. You were one of many, many universes out there.

They showed you HQ, a place full of slightly different variations of yourself.

And with that, you had one single question.

Is he out there somewhere too?

After that moment the tour was a blur. Your mind was too caught up in running over the ways to ask if you could find your husband. Even just seeing him from a distance. Anything would do.

"Hey, big guy?"

The man in front of you seemed unimpressed, even in the dim light of his workspace.

"What's the rule on going to see people in other universes? Like, you came to my world so shit wouldn't go sideways if I visited someone, would it?"

It wasn't the first time Miguel had been asked that, of course. They all lost someone, of course they'd ask to see them again. The only issue was breaking the fabric of reality. And the fact that Uncles, Aunts, and anyone else really was dead in most worlds.

"No you cannot see dead loved ones."

His mask faded away, a serious look on his face. "We all have canon events…"

He was talking. You knew he was talking.

But his eyes were so tired.

It had been a long time since you'd seen him, but he looked so much less… alive.

But you'd take any version of alive.

You couldn't hear anything he said. You were too busy studying every feature on his face, watching him carefully.

"Miguel?"

He paused. "We know each other on your Earth?"

"We don't on yours?" You asked with a twinge of sadness in your voice, wishing a parallel you could've been happy with him.

"Uh, yeah, hi, I was planning to step in a little sooner but, uh, whoops."

The flash of a woman floating in the air next to Miguel stopped you. Layla, as Spid- Miguel had introduced her earlier.

"Layla I'm in the mid-"

"Shockingly it's more important than whatever you're saying," she huffed. "In Y/n's world he joined the research team that eventually made the spider that bit him, in Miguel's world Y/n had joined a completely different company. You two didn't meet the same way in your worlds."

"Okay?" Miguel questioned, opening his mouth to continue complaining about Layla interrupting.

"Yeah, but on Y/n's Earth-"

"We're married. You… you saved the lives of a family and died in the process."

You could see his heart break for you. For most people, the shift in expression would be nothing. In fact, it was very well hidden. But you knew him.

And he knew loss more than most. And though he didn't know you, he knew what you felt.

Layla flashed away, leaving the two of you in the low light of Miguel's office.

"I'm sorry."

He was so much more broken than you remembered.

"I got to see you, that's all I wanted." You smiled, looking over his features with a sense of calm you hadn't felt since Miguel's death.

"Would you wanna take another walk? Maybe I could show you around my world." You suggested. You'd be happy just seeing him, you really would. But you'd be even happier spending time with him.

"You understand that-"

"It's not like you'd have to go back to my world forever. And I would've stayed alone there anyway, I doubt I would be wrecking some happy future life, Miguel."

His eyes narrowed. "But you-"

"You don't know me, it's okay. I'm not asking you to do anything. Hell even this is enough for me. Just talking to you, for any length of time"

"You aren't hearing m-"

"Losing you was the worst day of my life." He quieted a bit, letting you speak. "We all have canon events right? I'm sure you understand how much it hurt, then."

You took a breath. This was more overwhelming than you expected it to be, which was saying something.

"You don't know me, Miguel,.and technically I don't know you either. But we got along pretty well in my world? At least consider being my friend?" You asked, a hopeful look on your face as you stared at the much more tired version of your husband.

"Please, Miguel?"

He stared at you a minute, his eyes softer than they were a minute before. He glanced down at your hand before looking back up at your face.

"You should leave, Y/n."

Your hand dropped slowly as you tried not to let your heart break again.

And you listened.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi Clan! I haven't been around in a while the autism took me for a few months sorry. Would you do some headcanons for Miles and/or Gwen meeting a Mutant!Spider-Person reader? Like an X-Men type mutant. They never got bit but were instead born with the spider powers (including the webs) and 4 arms. Because they're a mutant they aren't really trusted as a hero by the people of their city (or the cops) but they still try their best because "If I gave up because a few people didn't like me, I wouldn't be very good at my job"

-Forgetful Anon

Gwen Stacy

While visiting Spider Society HQ for the first time, she noticed you sitting at a nearby table, having an arm-wrestling match against Ben Riley.

He insisted you used all four of your arms to "challenge" him....and yet he sulks when he ultimately loses, and you just laugh in victory before patting him on the back.

Once he leaves, you spot this new Spiderwoman and wave her over to your table, insisting on having a match.

It's just your way of breaking the ice for new Spiderpeople. You loved getting to know them and testing their strength. Winning or losing doesn't matter to you.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on ya." You tease, only to be surprised as Gwen wins with little effort, her smug grin present.

"You went a little "too" easy on me, I think."

"Haha...jeez, I guess so."

And so you both talk for a little while about different things: what she thought of Spider Society, how long she's been Spiderwoman, etc.

When she turns the questions on you, however, you're....a bit hesitant to share.

Unlike most of the Spiderpeople here, you didn't get your powers in the "traditional" sense. No spider has ever bitten you.

Seeing Gwen's curiosity, though, you eventually tell her you're actually a mutant, a human born with the X-gene that made you into a spider hybrid.

You mentioned a league of mutant superheroes in your dimension.....but you ride solo, as most Spiderpeople do, not wanting to be tied down to any specific group (ironic as you're part of Spider Society, but that's besides the point).

She imagines the people there feel pretty safe, though you shake your head. "Nah, some see us as the bigger threat just because we look like this and have all these crazy powers. I've fought aliens and wizards, but...there's some battles that you just can't punch or shoot webs at, y'know?"

Her expression changes to a slightly solemn one, nodding her head in sympathy. "You're fighting for basic respect."

"We just want fair treatment...and it's like we're asking them for the world. All I wanna do is protect my city, but it's hard when half the population hates us and thinks we brought the trouble to them."

"I can't imagine.." She frowns. "If I might ask..what keeps you going? Why bother if nobody even thanks you or sees you as a hero? What's the point?"

"......."

"...sorry, was that too deep-?"

"No, no..you're good, kid." You chuckle, feeling more relaxed. "All my life I've dealt with that stuff, and it still sometimes hurts, but if I gave up just because some people didn't like me, well...I'd be terrible at my job as a Spiderperson."

Gwen's impressed by your words, not expecting to have such a deep conversation about your "origin story" at the first meeting.

But she's glad she could talk to you, needing this distraction from the incident with her dad while she was questioning her own self-worth as Spiderwoman.

You reassure her she can come to you for advice anytime.

Miles Morales (E-1610)

You first met Miles after getting thrown into his dimension thanks to the collider explosion, taking comfort in knowing you're not the most "unusual" spiderperson around.

There's a pig and an anime girl with a psychic link to her spider, for crying out loud.

Anyways, you had faith that he could help you get back to your dimension, never doubting him unlike the other spiderpeople who firmly believed he wasn't ready for this task.

You followed him after he left May's basement to talk one-on-one, sympathizing with his struggles.

"Trust me, kid..I've been in your shoes once. I never felt like a Spiderman in my life..even now."

He stares at you in disbelief. "Really? You? But...you got all your powers at birth! I mean yeah, you weren't bitten, but....but you're already better at this than I am! I bet people really admire you-"

"I've had my fair share of doubters, Miles. All of us have, but I got it...particularly bad in my world. And not just because I'm a "masked vigilante putting myself about the law"."

He's still a bit lost, so you tell him about the unfair treatment of mutantkind in your dimension, speaking of how some people hated you so much...they sought to "cure" your X-genes.

It stings to know that they will shun you instead of seeing you as a hero, though you didn't wanna ramble on for too long and depress Miles further, seeing his frown growing.

"You say all of this, and yet...you think I can help you get back there. Why would you ever wanna go back to a world that hates you just for being yourself? For just trying to do the right thing even if everyone's telling you no?"

"Well..besides dying if I stay in this dimension--" You begin, painfully glitching for a moment as if to prove that point. "--ouch...look, I just can't abandon the people who need me. The ones who do see me as a hero. It's my duty, and...if I gave up trying to be Spiderman just because I get a few stares or snide comments...well then I'm not really Spiderman, am I?"

Miles doesn't know what to say...but he does feel incredibly inspired by your words.

He only wishes the others trusted him like you did.

Patting his shoulder, you remove your mask and smile at him. "Don't their words bring you down, kid. You got potential...they'll realize it soon enough."

[staarstuckbyou]

𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 — 𝘌-1610 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘹 f!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✮

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 — you accidentally land in Earth-1610 after a long day, where you meet Miles.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 — this takes place after ITSV and before ATSV. reader kind of assumes that Miles is in the society while he doesn’t really know what she’s talking about. No use of Y/N!

Technically, this wasn’t against the rules. Why give dimension-jumping watches if you weren’t supposed to jump dimensions with them? Besides, you had already finished your missions for the day and you were sure as hell Miguel wasn’t gonna call you for backup. Your constant dimension-hopping got on his nerves but he didn’t have a reason valid enough to stop you. He never said anything more than a, “you’re abusing the power of that watch” so you took it is a, “good to go!”

Walking through HQ, a burger in hand while looking through universes, searching for Earth-1160; your home world. You successfully captured an anomaly, but only after 2 hours and the help of Hobie. After that you stuck around to help clean up, despite your exhaustion. All you wanted was to get home and sleep til next week.

You sighed as you stuck your burger into your mouth, swinging through the city and landing on the side of a school, pulling out your phone to text your best friend.

𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳.

You click send and watch as it sent excruciatingly slow.

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥

Not delivered? Your face scrunched up as you shoved the rest of your burger into your mouth.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰??

𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦?

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 5𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

All messages went undelivered. You sighed, annoyed, but stuffed your phone back in your pocket and swung away to the direction of your place. Although…

You squinted at the sunset. It was a really nice day. A little stop on a rooftop wouldn’t hurt. You pulled down your mask completely as you scouted out a decent building to land on.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain high schooler had attentively watched you from his dorm window, rushing to grab his suit as he when he saw you leave.

Your hands hit the concrete and your legs swung under you. The breeze was just right, and people on the streets started to thin out. A sigh escape your lips and-

𝘛𝘏𝘞𝘐𝘗!

In seconds you were on your feet, webbing up the figure creeping up on you. You pulled him close, noses inches away.

“Who are you?” You demanded. “It’s super creepy and really not smart to sneak up on a hero enjoying her break.” You shook him a little, watching his brown eyes go wide. He let out a nervous laugh, arms going up in defeat. As much as he could at least, bending at his elbows.

“Calm- calm down. My name is Miles, uh, Morales.” He smiled a little. Your frown only deepened. “Okay? Is that supposed to make me less weirded out?” Your grip tightened on the web. “Honestly, I’m about two seconds away from webbing you upside-down somewhere. Can’t a girl get any peace around here?”

Miles’ smile dropped. “No- wait no you don’t get it. I’m Spiderman.”

In a split second, he went invisible and your web exploded right in your face. You stumbled back coughing, head whipping around ready to fight.

A web latched onto your back, yanking you backwards with a yelp and rolled you up before you could figure out what happened.

You were met another spider-mask, white eyes outlined in red. You could practically hear his grin under the mask. “So it’s my turn to ask. Who are you? Why are you in my universe?”

A moment of hesitant silence. But you told him your name.

“Why in the world did you introduce yourself with just your name?” You said, eyes narrowing at him. “It doesn’t give me much to work with.” Miles laughed again, a lot less tense. He pulled off his mask, and released you from his web trap. Glaring at him, you turned away and checked your watch. E-1610, it read. Damn, you really were in the wrong universe. Preparing to make your leave, you stepped forward. Even if he was a little cute, what he did made you want to escape as soon as possible.

A hand touched on your shoulder and you stopped. “Wait,” Miles said. “I’m really sorry for startling you like that. Can we talk?” You turned to look at him, and he slowly retreated his hand. “It’ll be quick, and you can go where you need to go.”

As you studied him further, you noticed his small freckles, and how nice his hair looked- despite having that mask on a minute ago.

Maybe you could spare a moment for the cute boy.

Another sigh. “Okay. But I can’t stay for long.” Your mask came off, and you finally faced him maskless. “Honestly, I’m really just tired. I didn’t mean to be hostile.”

When he didn’t say anything, you glanced at his face (not noticing the slight red tint to his cheeks) and walked past him, plopping down on the side of the building where you were before he found you. He cleared his throat and followed, taking a seat close by.

“So what world are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 from?” he started, looking down at the streets below you. You smiled wryly, following his gaze. “You say that like people stop by your world a lot.” Miles let out a laugh. “You wouldn’t believe.” was all he replied. Tilting your head, you continued. “Well, now that I think about it, it’s not that unusual these days. Anomalies left and right, you know how it is…” You scratched your head, memories of your earlier fight filling your head and you grimaced. Seriously, Miguel needs to stop giving you hard missions. Miles hummed in response, then stopped abruptly.

“Anomalies?” he questioned. You scoffed. “Yeah, anomalies. Miguel sent me off to fight this huge ass sand guy variant.” Shaking your head, you scrunched your nose at Miles. “I swear, he hates me.” But Miles’ eyes only met yours curiously. “Miguel?” he asked again. “Is he your boss?” Now it was your turn to return a strange look.

Silence filled the air. You had to give this some thought. You glanced at the sunset, then back at Miles.

“…You know what. He isn’t the boss of me!” A spike of rebellion shot through you, probably because of how tired you were. It was making you slightly delirious. Miles leaned back in surprise from your sudden outburst.

“Who is he to send me out to fight sand dudes and creepy octopus guys? Miles- you’re really bad influence!” You exclaimed, laughing. Miles watched you, his eyes golden in the sunlight. A smile broke out in his face, his laugh slowly joining yours. When the laughter subsided, he grinned, “Woah, don’t blame this on me now. I was only making you more independent.” You returned his grin and rolled your eyes playfully. “Well thanks for looking out for me, let’s hope it doesn’t get me fired.”

Miles turned back towards the sunset. “I don’t think they’re gonna fire someone as amazing as you, a girl who beat up a sand dude and a creepy octopus guy.”

Your eyes stayed on him, mesmerized by the way the sun kissed his face. Heat bubbled in your stomach. “Yeah sure…I bet other guys have done better.”

Miles leaned forward, resting on his arms placed between his thighs. “Maybe, but not as cool as you.” A short laugh escaped you. “Very true. They’ll never be as cool as me.” You replied sarcastically.

The conversation flowed on. You asked about his life, and he asked about yours. You both excitedly exchanged your stories on villains you fought recently, embarrassing moments during them and your cover up stories to the people around you.

It was twilight now, and the streetlights were turning on. You pointed it out, then a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you watched New York light up. You were really surprised with how you guys clicked so fast. He was so easygoing, opening up your real personality despite the sour first impression.

And not to mention, he was really, really pretty. The more time you spent talking, the more you noticed. You’d only known him for a few hours, and a look from him had your face warm. As many universes as you hopped, you were yet to meet someone that made you want to visit again so soon like this.

In this train of thought, he caught your staring. Instead of pointing it out, he only returned the gesture, a small smile playing on both your lips. He hadn’t realized how the space between you two closed as you talked. He was overly aware of your body heat near his, how your shoulder was a lean away. It sent his head reeling. He internally scoffed at himself. There’s no way a single conversation with you had him sparking a crush- It’s gotta be a superpower of yours.

A truck passed by, blaring his horn and a random New Yorker yelled curses at him. The small commotion broke the trance, and you whipped your head away, flustered by the exchange. Pretending to check your watch and then the sky, you stood up. “It was fun having a ‘small chat’ with you Miles. I wish I could stay, but it’s getting late.”

A strange feeling was washing over you, making you sheepish. Seriously, what was going on? You backed away, waving with a shy smile. Miles got up and walked away from the ledge, towards you as you faced away from him, ready to open a portal.

“So we’re friends then?”

A moment of hesitance, and he spoke again. “You’ll come back, right?” You put down your watch, staring at the ground in front of you. Chuckling, you walked up to him again and put your hand to your chin in fake thought. “Well, if I’m free…I supposed we could meet here at this time, tomorrow.” Hand on your hip, you held out your hand. “If that’s ok with you, of course.” His grin lit up the sky. In your mind, it could’ve replaced the full moon tonight.

Miles took your hand in his, eyes meeting yours softly, one more time. “I’ll hold you to it.” he smiled. When you pulled your hand back, he immediately missed the contact.

And you kinda did too.

You step back once again, making sure to open the proper portal this time. When it opened, you heard a gasp behind you.

You stepped through it, into your room.

“Nice room. Is hopping through people’s dimensions another superpower of yours?” He said, trying to hold back his amazement. You giggled, “Haha. For sure. It includes accidentally crashing into people’s universes uninvited.”

Miles pulled his mask down, hand on his neck and looking away. “Then I’m glad you crashed in mine.”

Your face went hot.

“That was really corny.” Was all you could mumble, flustered.

“But I’m glad I crashed here too.”

Just as he looked back at you, you yelled out “Bye Miles!” and slammed the portal shut, collapsing on your bed.

Miles had a cheesy smile on his face, doing a little hop-step to ease the giddiness and swung off. Same time tomorrow, here. He’d be ready.

You, on the other hand, was hurriedly changing out of your costume, ready to shower and sleep until next week.

As you pulled your shirt over your head, an annoying beep you’d gotten far too used to emitted from your watch.

“Lyla, what is it now?” you groaned. You stared at the holographic figure flying in front of your face. “Don’t tell me Miguel has some emergency mission he needs backup on.”

Lyla giggled and crossed her legs on some invisible chair. “Come on, don’t be like that. I just wanted to ask what you were doing in 1610.”

Your eyes went wide and the butterflies came rushing back. “What?” You huffed. “Were you stalking me?” Lyla rolled her eyes with a smile. “Calm down, I just noticed you weren’t at home.”

Your eyes narrowed at her, falling down onto your bed. “You were most definitely spying. I just went to the wrong dimension on accident, similar numbers and whatever.” You buried your face in your sheets. “Satisfied?”

Lyla glitched towards you, leaning forward with her hands behind her back. You lifted your head and raised an eyebrow. “Besides, I hop from dimension all the time. Why’s it a big deal if I go to that one?” You asked suspiciously. Lyla laughed and glitched to your shoulder. “Geez, so defensive for nothing! I was only asking sweetie. Entertain me with a little conversation, girl.” Lyla chortled.

Sighing, you relaxed and laid back into your bed. Lyla moved to hover above you. It reminded you of Tinkerbell, in a way.

“I’m sorry. Just been a long day, y’know?” Lyla nodded understandingly. “Okay then, I’ll leave you to get some rest.” She teleported to closer to you, a phone in hand. “I’ll go back to bothering Miguel. But if I get rebooted, it’s on you.” The AI poked playfully. You let out a half-hearted laughed, closing your eyes when she left and hearing your watch power off.

Easing into a deep sleep, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited for tomorrow, no matter what life threatening situation Miguel throws you in.

Your phone buzzed.

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰??

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

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Going to sleep without showering? weirdo (i was too lazy to write it in after i noticed)

Requests are open! I hope you enjoyed. I haven’t written in forever lol

[iamsonny-j]

This was originally going to be in reply to @glowinggreeneyes-e post about the Captain's education and career path...but then I got carried away because I'm so normal about this stuff so it's now its own post...with added angst because I have no control over any of this, my brain just goes.

So for a start the Captain would have gone to a public boarding school. I think it's worth pointing out that public schools and universities operated scholarships for students from less wealthy backgrounds. We're still talking middle class and upper middle, but not always full on wealthy and privileged in the way of someone like Julian. Cap strikes me as having the background of a family well enough off but he probably always had to work hard to prove himself for his place, maybe not so much for public school but definitely for university.

Whatever school he attended would have had an Officer Training Corps junior division. Basically cadets. This would lead to the possibility to do an exam (written and practical) to get what was called certificate A to show he had participated in the OTC.

From the Button House Archives it says Cap got to the front in WW1 at armistice and so never saw action. So I imagine he finished his studies at school in the summer, enlisted and completed basic training, and then was out to Europe just in time for things to end. Because he got his certificate A at school he had the option at university to join the OTC university division. This was a route to becoming a commissioned officer. You either needed certificate A or experience in the ranks to join. For the sake of argument, serving in the army for a couple of months wouldn't count as experience so he must have had the certificate A...

University options at that time were limited to Oxbridge, Durham or London. All of those had OTC. I think London can be ruled out...only because it was busy, loud and ugly, even then (sorry London friends!) and the Captain likes wildlife and the countryside and nature walks...I can't see him thriving in London.

Training with the OTC at university involved physical training, military strategy, history and law etc. The Captain would have had to complete 2 years training before he could have done exams for his Certificate B - practical and written. Passing the exams would have entitled him to a commission on graduation. Getting Certificate B wasn't common because of the amount of work involved and dedication required to be successful. It was hard!

Like I want to point out that to get that far would have required so much effort and dedication right from being a child. And this is where I will get sad and headcanon-y for a bit (let me have this one thing out of all this research!)

Bullying and abusive rituals were a big part of public school life at this time and any boy seen as even slightly different would have been targeted for sure, even by some of the teachers. So although Cap comes across as clever and capable at what he knows I think school would have been socially really freaking hard. For a child in that situation I could see the OTC being a respite and something the Captain would have found very comforting with the set rules, order and expectations and from there you can understand why career army would have been appealing...

And I think that's when things get a bit complicated. The army was his life but in a different way to officers who wanted to be on the front line, like Havers. Obviously Cap worked extremely hard for his commission - and he was obviously very well qualified and knowledgable in his areas of interest, but he was always ever going to be best at HQ tasks like intelligence or engineering or whatever his particular career skills were - loving the army in theory, but some of it would have always been out of his reach. And I think being in a public school during WW1 and hearing of so many former pupils (some he would have known personally as seniors, prefects or head of houses) losing their lives on a daily basis during WW1 would have had a huge effect on him and probably influenced some of the guilt about not having the opportunity to fight himself, but ultimately I think he probably knew that wasn't his part to play even with WW2.

And I think all that that shows in his interactions we see in his past as CO - he was obviously doing a good job at whatever secret little operations he had but he really didn't have the skills/personality needed to be a CO. Having someone like Havers as a second hid that (and that's also seen in Havers getting 2 promotions in 4 years...he was much more of a natural CO) and I wonder if a lot of affection that Cap had for Havers originally came from the fact that Havers not only respected him as CO but he was also just kind to him and saw a person worthy of affection - rather than the CO that everyone tolerated but secretly disrespected and laughed at (just look at how all the other officers couldn't wait to come down on him in 5.05)

And then he lost Havers. But still had to command up to 150 men and operations at Button House for the next 4 years. And it's obvious from the letters and information in the Button House Archives that he really REALLY did try and I think with considering everything it's no wonder he overcompensates a lot and that's where he's at in the first couple of seasons of Ghosts; fighting for authority and trying to do his best.

Last sad point because it does relate: When he died Havers gave Cap the swagger stick to hold - Havers still called him 'Sir' even though he outranked him at that point. I don't know if I can begin to unpick all of that, but there's definitely something in there about respect, belief and the burden of responsibility that he clearly took seriously into his afterlife not wanting to let Havers down both personally and professionally.

If you read all of this I love you and respect you and appreciate you for appreciating my level of not normal xD

[overwatchfics]

Hii i’m the one who asked for the moira hq’s, do you think it could be a nsfw alphabet instead? 😣

NSFW Alphabet - Moira

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Shut up, only silence and touch. Moira isn't really a talkative lover when she's intimate. She'll hold you, however she prefers silence, and maybe a couple words of affirmation. If you try to talk to her, expect only hums in reply as she groans tiredly into your neck.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Of herself? Probably her hair. Moira takes a lot of pride in keeping her hair styled. Of you? Probably your neck, Moira doesn't do well with intimate eye contact, so she'll bury herself in your neck instead.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) No, sorry, she is getting the towels. She is kind of a neat freak, also is meh about cum tbh.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Loves when you call her doctor in bed, it REALLY gets her going.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) She fooled around in her younger years, but it's been a while for sure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Lotus hands down. Likes to have you in her lap.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Not goofy at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Up to you reader.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) For Moira, it's either very romantic (her sense of it at least) or a stress fuck. She will angry fuck you before breaking down in your arms.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Rarely, but still does.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Bondage, roleplay, use of aphrodisiacs, light degradation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) The Lab, office, or bedroom. No and's ifs for buts about it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Calling her doctor, Her own anger sex is kind of an unhealthy channel for that anger tbh she needs to talk about her problems please talk to this woman she needs help, and jaw caresses.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) I really don't know with Moira, I feel like she doesn't mind the edge of danger, so do expect to be played with a little dangerously. No talking during sex, that is a big pet peve, names and an occasional sentence is ok, but it's a huge turn off for her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Loves receiving it, not too fond of giving it, but she is proficient if you ask nicely of her.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Slow and sensual, but if she's angry she is rough with pace. Usually aggressively fast, her nails digging and clawing into your skin as she rolls her hips harshly into yours against her lab table.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Nope, not for her.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Big risk taker, she lives at the edge of danger.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Not long, Moira doesn't have the best endurance, but she'll try.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No, she misuses extra lab equipment. She might have a strap or a butt plug, but that's as much as I can think rn.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Depends on the mood, if she's feeling a little sadistic, oh yeah.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) louder than you'd think, loud groans and grunts.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Has misused biotic orbs.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) up to you reader.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Mild, once a week?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Normal sex, she falls asleep last, if it's angry sex she collapses on the bed and passes out.

[hows-my-handwriting]

Hobie Brown Headcanons

long post ahead. will put as much as i can under the cut but i will have a.... loose table of contents.

and im not feeding you everything. i need more content to drip feed you later.

the inspo is driving me crazy but the hands are refusing to write.

the table: backstory food british animals

lmk if ppl want this to be split up into individual posts per category. cuz its l o n g

BACKSTORY:

Not based on the comics. purely my own attempt at writing his backstory and his particular villains.

Hobie's Doc Oc was a university professor pressured by Osborn's regime to produce weapons. Hobie had met the guy while crashing a university class, but nothing more than that. Octavius snapped and took the revolution to the extreme. he built a WMD and planned to use it on the city. Hobie talked octavius down and disarmed the weapon.

Hobie's lizard was his close friend and bandmate who got jealous over their lead singer's affections towards hobie. they were close friends until hobie started drifting away. curtis was bitter and never really forgave him. the final straw was when hobie returned in full, having just abandoned his spider suit. the band is back together but curtis still has hard feelings. he knew vaguely about hobie's connection with spiderman but thought that it was some kind of special deal or friendship which was just another nail in the coffin. he turns himself into the lizard and attacks hobie, demanding answers and refusing to listen.

the above is just an excuse to hurt hobie really bad >:3 i love my angst and my beating my muses up. i wanted to break his ribs.

electro was a civilian who just happened to get struck by lightning. he is the sole reason hobie has insulated all of his gear and one of the reasons all of his spikes can shoot excess electricity like one of those funky little electrode balls. hobie took one look at this guy and immediately got to work.

Kraven was a bounty hunter hired and possibly engineered by osborn and fisk to hunt down hobie. classic kraven activities. he tried to drown hobie in the thames. hobie managed to escape but couldn't breathe or eat properly for a week after the attack

hobie's ship was hauled from the local junkyard. It was originally just used as a figure head to lead the charge from the government locked dam blocking off water. it somehow survived so he uses it as his hq.

hobie is immune to his scorpion's venom after being stung so many times and stealing samples of it to build up an immunity. yes it hurt. yes it sucked. but it worked. (loosely inspired by a fanfic)

the above are not in chronological order. mostly.

FOOD:

Hobie's world doesn't have a lot of spices. it's a closed state unless importing 'important' materials like lumber, steel and other sciency stuff, food is a lower priority or just a restricted luxury. the spice trade has regressed to something like the 1600s where foreign spices are held by those in power purely as a status symbol. the common man might have access to salt, sugar and cream, but anything else- especially anything spicy- is a luxury item.

hobie would love spicy food. i just dont think he's gotten much exposure to it. day one out of e-138 he opened a bag of spicy chips in the cafeteria, touched one and exploded.

exotic/foreign fruits fall under this same category but for more legit reasons of travel and lack of safe storage. so for example: mangoes, oranges/citrus, kiwi, pomegranates.

boba would freak him the fuck out. he has no idea what those little jiggly things are and its only made worse when one of the kids inevitably shows him the hamster 'is it worth it' meme. he becomes scarred for life.

if you take too long to take a bite out of whatever you're holding and hobie is hungry, he will just lean over and take a bite out of it. sandwich? bitten. spaghetti? stolen off the fork. chocolate bar? wrapper and bar, gone.

his favorite flavor of cake is chocolate or caramel. sue me im projecting onto him

BRITISH

he holds out his pinky when holding cups. it's just an unconscious thing that turns conscious once someone calls it out. in which case he sticks it out even further

flips the police and the royal family off regularly with the one fingered or the two fingered version. will only respect the french for inventing the creative two fingered fuck you, but nothing else.

has a winter fit that is just like a pile of whatever sweaters he has and two scarves. and long socks that make the space in his tight boots even more tight. sometimes cuts off circulation to his feet.

loves going to pubs and just chatting with people. also loves picking fights with the drunk people. Particularly the irish. he thinks their accents are funny and has long arguments with them while they're both speaking absolute gibberish.

knows french but only the insults. has an arsenal of french insults he will just whip out of his back pocket and drop on someone's head.

not really a british thing but i bet he doesn't know how to ride a bike. he was a) too tall and b) not willing to get his entire skeleton rattled by riding over the cobbled streets of london.

wimpy's fan. (its like the british version of mcdonalds but less popular and less famous. according to my research).

ANIMALS

Hobie keeps pigeons. he built a little house when he was bored and was surprised to find three pigeons hiding from the rain underneath it the next day. he didn't really intend to keep them but they nested and he kept bringing them food and water. he did name the brown one hobie jr.

hobie has a cat. again, not really 'has' but rather 'it broke into his boat and wont leave'. he didn't name her because he can't think of a good one. for the longest time he had no idea she was living in his floorboards but later discovered a hole in the side of his boat and found a crawlspace just large enough for a kitten.

he is freaked out by snakes. not as in a fear of snakes. but rather in utter disbelief that they can be the size of a human person. he's read about and probably seen the average snake, about the size of an arm. but anything larger than that will make his jaw drop right off of his face

he did have a symbiote dog for a short time. the dog was badly hurt and the passive symbiote had merged with its body to try and help it. he offered it a place to stay and rest and it happily agreed. it followed him around for the short while they had together and one day went off on its own.

he still sees that dog around (affectionately named 'spider-mutt') and offers it head scratches or belly rubs but they always part ways sooner than later.

loves opossums. thinks they look funny.

part two? maybe....

might add more to this as my brain keeps turning.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Jean and a Knight Reader

Jean had known (Y/N) ever since she first joined the Knights of Favonius.

They had been side by side through it all, training with her, Kaeya, and Diluc, all the way to her promotion to Acting Grand Master.

They had been by her side through it all, and she couldn't have asked for any better.

(Y/N) felt the same about her, and it was clear by the way they spoke they respected each other a great deal.

Yet...it felt like they were holding back something.

...

(Paimon) "Holding back?"

(Lisa) "Mhm. Whenever it's just them two in a room, they get very quiet and stare at each other sometimes."

(Lumine) "Sounds like they may respect each other more than friends...Wait, how do you know what they're like when they're alone?"

(Amber) "Honestly? It's kinda easy to notice. They sometimes forget we're there with them."

(Kaeya) "My record of them glancing at each other has been seven times."

(Lisa) "Huh, mine's been six."

(Paimon) "Why do you think they haven't said anything?"

(Amber) "Probably because they respect each other that much. It'd be sorta awkward to say 'I love you' to your boss."

(Lumine) "I suppose that's true, but this is only temporary, right? (Y/N) and Jean are the same rank on paper, just Jean is taking control for the moment."

(Lisa) "Oh, I bet that's not the only thing she'll take contr-"

(Amber) AHEM! "But, yes, that's our observation on the two."

(Kaeya) "We've all taken bets on how long it'll take for them to actually say something."

...

(Y/N) constantly drops by to her office, first presenting a salute, then making sure she isn't overworking herself.

If getting Barbara doesn't get her to stop, then (Y/N) typically gets the job done.

In fact, (Y/N) is essentially seen as Jean's right hand, being sent out to do tasks that she'd do herself.

(Jean) "Good work as always, (Y/N). Thank you."

(Y/N) "Of course, Acting Grand-Master Jean."

(Jean) "Heh, you don't need to call me that."

(Y/N) "Sure thing, Acting Grand Master."

She chuckles at that, making (Y/N) smile.

Whenever she's having doubts about herself, (Y/N) is always there to pick her back up, and have her back.

Whenever (Y/N) is out fighting, Jean always comes in to make sure their flank is secured, and together dispatch any foe with blazing speeds.

Even Diluc has some modicum of respect for them, and is thankful they're keeping Jean kept straight instead of overworking herself to the bone.

And though the two obviously had mutual feelings, neither of them said anything.

They didn't dare speak up and potentially risk ruining their friendship. Not to mention, it'd be incredibly unprofessional as Knights of Favonius.

Though, not everyone shared that sentiment...

...

(Lumine) "Okay it's been five months now, how the heck have they not said anything yet?!"

(Diluc) "Five months? Try nine years."

(Paimon) "REALLY?!"

(Diluc) "Admittedly, it's become a bit comical of how long it's taking, but I'm not one to tell her how to feel. That's her business, not mine."

(Kaeya) "I think it's very much our business-"

(Diluc) "Stop talking."

(Lisa) "Surely it wouldn't hurt to speed up the romance just a little?"

(Amber) "You feel the same don't you, Master Diluc?"

(Diluc) "I will have no part of this. And respectfully, Lumine. Why did you bring everyone here?"

(Lumine) "Because they're too busy not falling in love back at HQ."

(Diluc) "Do the Knights seriously have nothing better to do?"

(Paimon) "I mean, there's also us watching you because you're super suspicious to the Knights-"

Lumine punched Paimon.

(Paimon) "I-I MEAAAN..."

(Kaeya) "Nice save as always, Honorary Knight."

(Diluc) sigh "Then just tell her what you think yourselves. No need for my input."

(Lisa) "Actually, there is. You've known them the longest, don't you think they'd be a good couple?"

(Diluc) "...Well, they wouldn't be a bad one, that's for sure."

(Jean) "A bad what?"

Everyone suddenly turned to the door of Angel's Share.

Jean and (Y/N) walked through the door.

(Y/N) "Why...is everyone here?"

(Diluc) "You can ask your Honorary Knight here."

Jean and (Y/N) turned to Lumine.

(Lumine) "We were just curious about you and (Y/N)."

(Jean) "We're close friends. Surely you must've known that already."

(Paimon) "Aaaaanything else?"

(Y/N) "...We're really close friends?"

Lumine, Paimon, and Amber facepalmed.

Lisa and Kaeya sighed.

Diluc also sighed, but not for the same reason as everyone else.

Jean and (Y/N) looked at each other extremely confused.

What the hell is everyone talking about?

[pxgeturner]

Can I request a sfw alphabet with Miguel? ❤️ he is living on my mind these days..

i fear this is the fastest i’ve written smth ever, i believe. thank u non, people overlook fluff so often.

summer movie fest. masterlist

Affection – how are they with PDA?

— he is a man of moderation. He insists on having a hand on you (holding hands. shoulder, waist, lower back, hip) and possibly a small kiss here and there but nothing more.

Beauty – what part of you do they find to be their favorite?

— Miguel loves your eyes. How he could stare into them forever as they are the windows to your soul are you are the only place he finds true solace. Your hands are his anchor to this world; they tether him and remind him of his meaning.

Cuddles – are they a good cuddler?

— Y E S. no questions. This man is warm and big and is willing to be your pillow, big spoon, weight blanket, etc.

Domesticity – do they want to settle down?

— when he is presented with the opportunity he will lay down that white pickett fence and get you two those 2.5 kids (more if you want, naturally). He’ll do all the cooking and cleaning if you want, too.

Ending – how would they break up with you?

— he’d pick a neutral, but comfortable environment. Like a park. He’d lay down a blanket and really talk things out with you and make things as clear as possible.

Future – where do they see your relationship going?

— he’s all or nothing when it comes to relationships. He’ll take it as far as you’ll let him

Gentle – how gentle are they?

— he’d never, ever, ever hurt you. Princess treatment 24/7.

Hugs – what are their hugs like?

— all consuming, incredibly comforting.

In tune – how well can they read you?

— the statement “i know you like the back of my hand” has never been truer.

Jealousy – what are they like when they get jealous?

— he’d shut the idiot down and be attached to you for the rest of the event.

Kisses – are they a good kisser?

— ok so. Depends on what kind of miguel you meet. If it’s a post-gabriella miguel, your first kiss with him is earth shattering, knee-weakingly, delicious. If this is a no-gabriella miguel, the man has no experience, as he is a complete nerd. But he has such raw talent & potential. No one can claim my man does not have skills.

Love language – what’s their love language?

— generally he loves quality time and touch. But man loves to be given purpose, so gift giving and acts of service are his jam.

Memories – their favorite memory with you?

— man has a journal dedicated to all your milestones and all things you. He carries it everywhere and updates it constantly because everything is important. But. this one night you called him in the middle of the night because you had his nightmare is a page he turns to regularly. You had been dating for maybe a month. But the fact that you trusted him to make you feel safe, even half asleep. It was everything to him.

Nicknames – what nicknames are used between you two?

— for you: ángel, muñeca, niña bonita, baby, doll, tiny, pequeña, chaparrita (chapis), mi cielo, mi vida, amor(cita), corazón, mami, princess (princesa). For him: big guy, papi, amor, mi cielo, mi vida, guapo.

Open – how open with their emotions are they

— by the time your relationship is official (he’s dorkily excited to be your boyfriend) he’s not afraid of anything you have his total trust.

Patience – are they a hot head?

— he’s quite the opposite of a hothead with you :) you are his girl. All the patience in the world. Again you get princess treatment ONLY.

Quality time – how much time do they spend with you?

— any second he can spend with you, he does. He brings you to work regularly (whether to an office jon or to HQ– no you are not allowed to ‘field trip’ a mission)

Xenos – what’s something strange about them?

— man collects your garbage, lol. Lemonade lid from your tenth date. Forgotten hair ties and bobby pins. Napkin that has a lipstick mark.

Yuck – what’s what of their icks?

— don’t mess with his tech, for the love of all things holy do not try to mess with any of it. That is like. The only thing i can think of that can really set him off. I mean if you flirt with someone else that’s no.2 but that would never happen.

Zzz – what are their sleeping habits?

— if you’re spending the night with him, he can’t go to bed until after you’re all settled in the cozy blankets.

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Silly spiderverse headcanons

Gwen has a WIDE range of music. Something it’s alternative rock, sometimes it HipHop, sometimes it’s a generic pop songs.

Gwen likes listening to rock bands the most becomes she try’s to replicate the drummer’s speed or style. Or something listen to emotional screaming help her deal with all of her issues™️

Gwen and hobbie like to listen to each others music taste. Since cds came out in the 1980, someone gives Hobie one and he loves it. He learns how to burn music onto it

he and Gwen make each other playlist and cds.

They also make playlist for their friends. (They both gift givers)

Gwen picked her name after her favorite tv character

Autistic Gwen!!! Adhd Miles and Pavtir!!!

The Spider Gang™️ have friendship kandi bracelets.

Peni is Lesbian, Miles, Gwen, and Pavtir are bisexual, Noir is gay, Margo is Demi-aromantic, and hobie is aromantic + gay.

Gwen, Pav, and Hobie are all trans.

Miles has bad anxiety

Once Miles tells his family he’s Spider-Man, his mom immediately teaches him first aid, just in case.

Pavtir is naturally happy and energetic. But kind of hate it when other thinks he’s faking it or being native

Margo favorite food is steak tacos and she like binge eating anime

Margo comes from a big family and is the middle child

Peni favorite food is ramen and she tried to teach the others how to make it

Peni favorite anime in Ergo Proxy

Gwen has a special interest in penguins and she loves to see them at the zoo.

Gwen collects penguins and cute plushies

Noir also like penguins, E-42 miles like pumas, Pavtir like giraffes, Miles likes sea lions. Margo likes tigers, and Hobie likes pandas.

E-42 Miles (Gonzola) and Miles have a sibling “twin” bond

Every time they’re online the 2 like to spam each other kaomoji

both roleplay with each other

Adult headcanon

Miguel is trans, Jessica is pansexual, Peter is polygamous bi, and MJ is omnisexual polygamous

Miguel has ocd and self destructive tendencies

Peter has adhd and very bad depression

Jessica being a new mother gets a bit nervous leaving her baby at home with her husband, but she won’t dare bring her kid to HQ

She ends up bring her baby to HQ

Both Jessica and Peter talk to each other about being first time parents + child having spider powers. They both fins it helpful

Jess’s baby and Mayday grow up to be childhood friends :)

Ben Ridley and Superior Spider-Man have lot of philosophical debates…that sometimes leads into physical fights

Miguel like flan (strawberry specifically) since his mom taught him and that like the only positive moment the two had.

When Miguel was 13 his mom bought Gabriel a cat even thought Miguel was allergic

When Miguel was 8 and Gabe was 6, Gabe help Miguel picked out his name

Lyla like to dress up in different outfit because it help tricks humans into believing she not a computer and thus they tell her their emotional problems

She also like old fashion she thinks it’s fun she and Margo bond over it

Lyla he,so Miguel with his anger issues and ocd

The HQ has really good medical program and free healthcare

The HQ also has a way to make money for different dimensions.