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A Purr-fect Paw-tner

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Black cat!Fem!Reader Summary: It's been five months since Pavitr met his feline thief. Yeah, his thief. 'Cause she stole more than just his time and attention ;P Tags: Mutual Pining, Vigilante heroism, Bad Cat Puns, Secret Identity Revelations, Implied Mutual Attraction, romance is teased sorry teehee

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🎶🎵Caught up in a dream that I just thought was passing through Colored in with vivid memories of me and you And on a moonlit night I've never seen stars this bright No I can't help it I've been catching feelings over you And I hope you catch them too🎶🎵 Catching Feelings by Drax Project 

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Pavitr sits atop the highest tower in Mumbattan as usual one Friday night, his lustrous wavy hair flowing in the chilly wind as he bites into a vada pav. The full moon shines bright behind him forming a scenic midnight backdrop. He hums a happy tune to himself, swinging his legs as he watches over the city, his late night chai sits piping hot beside him. 

A faint meow gets Pavitr's attention and he smiles, his mind going back to that night five months ago, to You; You -who's been plaguing his dreams and every waking moment, hoping to just get a glimpse of those enchanting eyes again. You, Black cat. 

Spidey-sense alerts him and quickly he catches a rock thrown at him from behind. He turns around but there is no one. Before Pavitr could investigate further, another rock comes for him but he misses it. Interesting.. 

The hopeful smirk forming on his face quickly fades when he hears a cry for help. His eyes land on an elderly woman backed into an alleyway four streets hence, clutching tight on her purse as muggers surround her. 

Pav swings to the spot instantly, webbing up the guy who tries to muffle the old lady. Another guy approaches the woman with a knife but before Pavitr shoots his web, a kick to his face sends him slamming onto the wall. 

The raven haired hero grins widely knowing who the mysterious helper is, even though he can't see the face. He quickly ties up the muggers, leaving them dangling on his web upside down from a street lamp and retrieves the old lady's purse, walking her to safety. The police are quick, but not enough to catch Spider-Man or his mysterious feline helper, who escape. 

Pavitr watches from a high building quite far from the scene of crime as the men are cuffed and taken to the station, grinning as he turns to You -Black cat. 

"I see you've taken my of-fur", he says, rather smug about his pun as he leans out on the rooftop. 

You roll your eyes. 

"You still haven't caught me, Spider", you remind him and quickly jump onto the adjacent rooftop, giggling as he follows you. "That was the deal, wasn't it?" 

"Then, ready or not, here I come!" He laughs, his sound music to your ears as you run across the rooftops. He shoots webs at you but you evade them easily, pouting as you crawl onto another building. 

"Cheating spider!" 

"Scaredy cat", he scoffs playfully, coming to stop before you on the same rooftop. 

You grin widely at him and he mirrors you, energetic and full of adrenaline. But when Pav takes a step forward you jump into the alleyway below, taunting him to follow with a beckoning finger. 

Instead, it's a web that comes for you, wrapping around your body as it glues you to the wall. Pavitr dives from the top headfirst, hanging upside down by his web as he slowly descends before you. 

You pout, not liking being stuck to the wall but only then realize in the darkness -at the same time as he- how close his masked face is to yours. Your breath is practically on him. Time seems to stop as you lock eye contact, breaths quickening as he comes closer -only an inch between you now. 

If you lean a bit, you'd be able to kiss his lips. Your heart misses a beat at the thought, breath stuck in your throat as your eyes begin to flutter on their own from the proximity. You can almost smell his cologne. Oh God..

"Caught you"

His voice is barely above a whisper and you take a second to register his words, blinking open and shaking yourself out of the daze as you regulate your breathing. What were you thinking!

You roll your eyes and use your claws to release yourself from the sticky binding, mostly to put distance between you, landing from such height as gracefully as a cat. "Fine", you huff, crossing your arms and smiling as you look up at him, "You win. We'll be the do-gooder duo." 

"See? I told y-" 

Police sirens sounding nearby interrupt you. That's your cue; you look at him and he nods in understanding. Spider-Man swings to the rooftop again, swooping low to take you along. Vigilante or thief, cops hate you both with no disparity. 

"Phew! Close call." 

"Yeah", you trail, realizing how intimate you stand, bodies touching each other. You hate how quickly your hope goes up. "So close.." 

His strong arm is still wound tight around your waist, holding you close to him and you can feel his heart thud below the thin fabric from where your hand is placed on his chest. You timidly bring your other hand to rest on his chest too, slowly sneaking upwards. 

"Yeah", he licks his lips, itching to tear off the mask. 

His colorfully masked eyes stay wide as you stand there, caught in a trance. You hesitantly lift the bottom of his mask but he does not stop you, letting you reveal his lips. A chilly breeze sends his wavy hair floating and you tuck a stray strand behind his ear, leaning in. His nose softly nudges yours. 

Blood rushes to your cheeks, heartbeat thudding loudly in your ear. This is it. You're gonna.. he's gonna.. 

A gust of wind sends your long white hair flying into his mouth. "Seriously!?", he groans, spitting it out. "Sorry, can you- ufff, it's so windy today! It's like the universe is against us kissing." 

"We were about to kiss?", you mutter as if you just didn't hope the same. He doesn't need to know that, though.

"I don't know..", he says quietly, "you tell me.." 

He's evading. You know he is because you are too -because, obviously, you guys more than just like each other. Very much. How can you not, when he is all you think of in every waking moment? How can you not, when you've spent the past five months watching him from the shadows and being confused with your feelings? 

"Sorry, sorry", he pulls away, putting distance between you. "It's too soon, isn't it? I mean, we've only met once and..." 

Whatever he wanted to say goes with the wind. Spider-Man ponders quietly for a while before he speaks again, borderline accusatory. "Is this another trick? How do I know this isn't another distraction for a bigger heist your friends do as we speak?" 

"They're aren't my friends, just business partners with who I have no ties after I split the fortune. And, no, this isn't a trick."

You can tell he's still skeptical -naturally, but you're aren't angry- and decide to prove your sincerity instead. With determined fingers you pull off your eye mask, letting your whole face be seen under the bright light of the full moon. He gasps, stuttering to speak but words fail him. 

"I am Y/N Y/L/N", you say, loud and proud, "and I'm Black Cat." 

It's no secret, everyone in the crime world and out knows who you are and not just as a cat burglar. 

He stands there still and motionless, unmoving, gaping like a fish -and your confidence falls. Tears sting your eyes but you swallow them down, not wanting to cry in front of him. You hadn't changed out of the goodness of your heart, you'd changed for him. Maybe you were too quick to trust? 

"Well", you shrug and pull on your mask, "Guess that's enough shock for today. I'm gonna go..", you say, unsure when he still doesn't respond. 

You're almost about to retreat into the dark alley -go home and probably kick yourself for the oh so wonderful idea- when he calls out to you. You turn around and sit on the edge of the roof, waiting patiently. 

"Honestly? I.. I never expected you to unmask and.. God- this is all so new to me." He sounds positively astonished. "I've never done this before..." 

For a moment he just stands there trying to collect his words and fail. In the end he gives up and -oh my God, did he just remove his mask!?

You hardly expected him to do it. You knew it was a big deal, you know the power behind it and that it was nothing like yours. He was the person Villains spend their wealth on just to see the face behind the mask, he was the face even the government begs to know! No one knew Spider-Man's identity.. except for you, now.

"My name is Pavitr Prabhakar and I am Spider-Man." 

He is even more beautiful than you imagined -which you definitely did NOT spend an alarming amount doing. 

Seeing you freeze in surprise, he comes closer putting a warm hand on your shoulder just like your first meeting. "Trust must go both ways, kitty cat, and I trust you. Or should I say, mew?" 

You laugh at his horrible pun as stray tear of joy springs to your eye and you let it fall, overwhelmed. It's been so long since anyone has looked at you without disdain or contempt, without distrust. 

Sirens blare down a few streets, gunshots distinct in the calm late night air as red lights spin frantically to catch attention. 

Your happy moment doesn't last for long but you aren't complaining, wiping off the tear and quick on your feet as Spider-Man -Pavitr- swings to the scene of crime. A bank robbery. 

"Lend me a paw?", he jokes, you following right at his heels. 

"Mew betcha!" 

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*Mew = you Hope you enjoyed it! <3 Reblogs and comments are appreciated! pt 2 of (I'm certain) I know what you say coming soon! ;D

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No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Prologue: Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend

Chapter 1: 

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name <33

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A/N: Hey to whoever reading this! Thanks for taking the time to do so !! This is the first fic i’ve wrote ever so please excuse any hiccups. This concept of a Black Cat variant has been bouncing around in my head since the first movie, so I decided to write it down. I’m not really sure if I’ll continue this to be a full story, (if I see that people are reading it, then of course I will), but this is kinda like a prologue/test chapter so my ideas don’t die without ever seeing the light of day. I’ll also be posting this on ao3 under the same title!! Feel free to comment, criticize, and give any ideas into how I can further incorporate the reader into the plot. Thanks again & enjoy!

P.S. I’m not sure if I want this to be romantic or just a reader-insert just yet. So don’t expect romance anytime too soon.

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You hated to admit it, but it was such a rush.

The drop of your stomach when you lowered into the building,

The sound of your heart pumping in your head as you weaved your way past security,

The adrenaline rush while you whip around the city, knowing that the job was done, all with your face remaining unknown. 

… Who are you kidding? You loved to admit it.

Well, you never would actually admit it, that would ruin the whole ‘secret identity’ thing you’ve got going on, but you get the idea.

It was exhilarating. And almost comical. Quite comical, actually. How you would swipe these valued works from right under the noses of whatever snob owned the museum. You’d think if they were so valued, they’d invest in better security measures, but here we are. 

For around five months now, you’ve been Brooklyn's one and only* Black Cat. At least that’s what they liked to call you. Your actual name was Y/N Hardy, and you weren’t all that special. Born here, lived here, parents died here, and after months of wallowing over that, you ended up picking up this gig. Something in you wanted to make a name for yourself. You craved some sort of recognition, plus rent had to be paid somehow. 

Your kleptomaniac tendencies turned out quite useful in the end, a few months ago you managed to turn in enough goods to afford you a spot at Brooklyn Visions. Before they passed, your parents hated that school, but it had always been your dream to go. 

Being The Cat was terribly easy. Go in, take shit, go out, sell shit. With the money you’d obviously take care of your needs first, it only being you and your cats in your apartment - food, student fees, cute clothes on the side, you know the works. But the leftovers, you always gave back. One thing you kept from your father was to always remember to give back. “If not, you’re just as bad as those sons of bitches you’re taking from”, he’d always say. 

From the older lady down in room 213, who isn’t able to afford medical now that her kids moved out. 

To the young queen who makes her pay from gigs at clubs after being kicked out by her parents.

The single dad with three girls, the kid who caught onto drugs way too early, the janitor, all the way down to that dog with one leg missing(as much as you strongly prefer felines), they all needed your help. They all needed Black Cat. They never questioned where the money came from, it’s always been this way. You didn’t live on the pretty side of town, cash is cash and as long as it ends up in their hands, it never mattered the methods taken to get there. 

You had no complaints, it made your job easier. You’d show up to them as Y/N, money in hand, they’d call you generous, and that was it. No suspicion towards The Cat whatsoever. Smooth interactions every time, it was terribly easy.

Except for right now. 

Right now, standing right inbetween you and your next paycheque( a diamond necklace ), is a boy. 

A boy when you’d sworn the gallery would’ve been long closed and empty by the time you started your heist. 

A boy sporting a spider-suit.

You’d heard of the city’s new hero for a while now, although you paid no mind to it, as he’s been dealing with more relevant criminals, and you’ve been stealing for this long without any hint of his interest towards your activities. You suppose the rise of news reports on your…endeavors are what may have drawn him here, but why now?

Why him ?

It’s now been a good thirty seconds of silent staring between you and the spider-boy, you were suddenly grateful for your mask, while sweaty, concealed the ever-growing grimace on your face as this awkward silence lengthened. 

The boy breathed in. 

“So…”

You took the noise as your ‘go’ signal, and ran. Pushing past him in the process, you aimed your whip towards the necklaces’ glass case, and flexed your arm. A sickening crack of glass followed shortly. Good.

“Wh- Hey!” 

The Spider called after you, seemingly taken aback by your sudden dash. 

“Where,” He leaped off the walls, and into the air, in a matter of seconds. 

“do you think,” He released his webbing in your direction(shit, you forgot about that), it wrapping around your form, tripping you up in the process.

“you’re going!” Spider pulled(shit), before you could whip your way towards your exit, you found yourself tied up, feeling almost cocoon-esque, hanging right above the glass case, feet-first from the ceiling, face-to-face with Spider-man. How humiliating.

“Just…admiring the art, is all.” You finally spoke, shakiness in your voice prevalent. You’ve never been caught before. 

“Right,” Spider quipped back, stretching the R.  “and your version of admiring includes theft?”

“Woah! Okay, well ‘theft’ is a bit intense,” You snickered under the mask. Spiders’ masked eyes narrowed. 

“how do you know I’m not planning on returning it? I’d much rather call it ‘borrowing.’”

“Yeah? Well, seems your ‘borrowing’ hobby will have to end, Cat.” Spider let out a small grunt, before flipping over and landing right on top of the glass case below the two of you. Another crack. Perfect. 

“Looks like the Cat’s in the bag, huh?” He laughed to himself. 

A silent beat passed. 

The Spider, now focused on writing some sort of sticker label for when the cops show, had not noticed your insistent wriggling back up on the ceiling. You had hoped that maybe with enough squirming-

The webbing loosened.

With enough squirming maybe you could-

You reached for your whip.

Maybe you could-

You flicked your wrist, aiming to latch onto something, anything. And pulled. 

CRASH

Finally.

You dropped down onto your toes, right beside the thing that started it all. That damn diamond necklace. 

Glass littered the gallery floors, reflecting light and creating all kinds of shapes you would’ve loved to admire had Spider not been racing after you, eyes trained on the necklace now in your hands. 

From an outside perspective, it appeared as if you two were dancing. Punches were tossed, webs slung, sarcastic quips made, whips thrown, all dodged masterfully by the two of you. Neither of you two were letting up. This buzz of adrenaline, the energy pricking at your skin, gave you that feeling you always loved when you left the house as The Black Cat- you felt utterly and wholeheartedly alive.

As you managed to land one kick to Spiders stomach, you felt alive. As you used your grappling hook to fling yourself through your exit, you felt alive- 

“What’s wrong Webby? Cat’s got your tongue?” You shouted, from atop your exit window, looking down at the spider-boy, the widest grin you’ve ever sported concealed under your mask. 

Miles took note of how your masked eyes squinted, the clear smile in your voice. You were enjoying this. 

And you were enjoying this - necklace now hastily stuffed into your satchel, you flipped backwards off the building, removed your mask and screamed. 

It was different this time, being caught, the chase, the fight, it gave you this high. A high you’ve never felt before. As you grappled your way through the night, your smile persisted. 

By the time you made it back to your apartment, you were winded. You had come down from whatever buzz you were feeling earlier, now ridden with aches and exhaustion. 

Suit off, cats fed, hair washed, necklace stored(you debated keeping it for yourself for memories sake or cashing it in as originally planned), you made it to your bed. Adrenaline at a low, you still felt giddy. 

You hated to admit it, but that was actually… fun. 

Smiling one last time, you decided to roll over and force yourself to sleep, thoughts of the night’s activities bouncing softly in your mind. 

“… Spider-man, huh?”

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In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 1: The Daughter of Shadows

In the bustling city of Brightville, a young girl named (y/n) grew up in the enigmatic embrace of her father, Walter Hardy, a renowned and elusive cat burglar. From a tender age, (y/n) was immersed in a world of shadows and secrets, a life that few could comprehend. Under her father's watchful eye, she learned not only the art of thievery but also the invaluable lessons of confidence and seizing life's opportunities.

Walter Hardy was a figure shrouded in mystery, his exploits whispered in hushed tones among the criminal underworld. But to (y/n), he was simply her loving father—a man whose presence both comforted and challenged her. Despite the unconventional nature of their lives, Walter was determined to raise (y/n) to be a strong and confident individual, encouraging her to embrace the world with fearless determination.

From an early age, (y/n) became Walter's protégé, accompanying him on various heists and observing his every move with wide-eyed curiosity. The dark alleys and high-rise rooftops became her playground, where she learned the art of agility and the thrill of outsmarting the odds. Walter, recognizing her natural talent and thirst for knowledge, nurtured her abilities, teaching her the intricacies of the trade while instilling in her a strong moral compass.

One sunny afternoon, as (y/n) carefully observed her father's nimble maneuvers, he paused and turned to her with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "My dear (y/n)," he said, his voice laced with warmth and conviction, "life is a grand heist waiting to be seized. Do not fear the unknown, but rather embrace it with confidence. Only then can you truly discover the treasures hidden within."

With those words etched into her young heart, (y/n) embarked on a journey of self-discovery and resilience. She learned to navigate the intricate webs of deception and subterfuge, honing her skills in the art of illusion and misdirection. But more importantly, she learned to believe in herself—to trust her instincts and to never back down from a challenge.

Walter encouraged (y/n) to explore beyond the confines of their nocturnal escapades, exposing her to a multitude of experiences that would shape her worldview. They attended art exhibitions, where they marveled at the strokes of a master's brush, and visited bustling markets, where (y/n) haggled with vendors and embraced the vibrant tapestry of cultures. Through these experiences, Walter instilled in her the importance of a well-rounded education, cultivating her intellect and expanding her horizons.

But it was not just the thrill of adventure that defined their relationship. In the quiet moments, when the city slept and the moon bathed the world in its ethereal glow, (y/n) and Walter would sit beneath the starry sky, sharing stories of their past and dreaming of the future. It was in these stolen moments that (y/n) discovered the depth of her father's love—a love that transcended their clandestine activities and embraced the essence of family.

As the years passed, (y/n) grew into a confident young woman, her spirit untamed and her resolve unyielding. She possessed an uncanny ability to blend seamlessly into any situation, her nimble fingers and quick wit serving her well in the world her father had introduced her to. But it was her unwavering confidence that set her apart—a quality that Walter had nurtured from her earliest days.

With each heist they embarked upon, (y/n) faced challenges head-on, her unwavering confidence shining through the darkness that surrounded them. She reveled in the adrenaline rush, the thrill of outsmarting her adversaries, and the satisfaction of retrieving the treasured artifacts they sought. Through it all, she carried with her the lessons her father had imparted—the importance of self-belief and the courage to seize every opportunity that presented itself.

As (y/n) stood on the precipice of her own journey, she carried the legacy of her father's teachings within her heart. The world awaited her, full of untold adventures and uncharted territories. With Walter's lessons guiding her, she knew that she had the tools to carve her own path, to embrace the shadows and emerge victorious.

In the heart of Brightville, (y/n) stood as a testament to her father's unwavering belief in her potential. She was more than the daughter of a cat burglar; she was a force to be reckoned with—a beacon of confidence and resilience in a world that often sought to overshadow her. And as she prepared to step into the spotlight, she did so with the knowledge that she was the culmination of her father's love and guidance—a testament to the indomitable spirit that Walter Hardy had instilled within her.

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bestie

spider squad x black cat!fem!reader

request?: yes

request: “hi! okay i love your works and my brains been rotting thinking abt this lol. i was wondering if i could request a black cat variant! reader that somehow (idk how sorry ), she's apart of the spider-society? Given that black cats backstory isn't all that nice, maybe she has a deal W miguel to let her stay if she makes sure she uses her skills to help the society instead of stealing? and how the squad(miles, gwen, pav, hobie) meet her in the society?”

requested by: anon​

word count: 2.1k

genre: platonic and chaotic LMAO

Warnings: language, stealing, bad Spanish, slight Gwen crush if you squint but also like not really

A/N: STOP I LOVE WRITING PLATONIC AND CHAOTIC THINGS!! i did change up the prompt a bit as they didn’t meet her in spider society necessarily (even though the did, they just didn’t know it lol) i hope you enjoy this anon! also if anyone wants to knows some of the specific songs that gave me black cat 2099 vibes lemme know 👀 i’ll make a post

pt ii - becoming hobie’s bestie

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Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, and Hobie were called to “the principal’s office” as they started calling it. So here they are, in front of Miguel, waiting to be reprimanded for something they did. “I have a mission for the three of you,” he says, pointing to Miles, Gwen, and Pav. “Hobie, you’re not needed.”

“Like ‘ell I’m not,” he says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. Miguel subtly smiles to himself. Reverse psychology. Works every time.

“Wait, what?” Miles asks, eyes wide. “You aren’t gonna yell at us for existing?” Gwen asks, equally as surprised. Miguel rolls his eyes. “For existing? When have I ever…” he trails off as Pav, Hobie, and Gwen point at Miles. 

And Miles points at himself. 

“Dios mío,” Miguel mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. I’m not doing that. This time.”

“What’s the mission then? Are we going somewhere new? Oh! Can I bring back a souvenir?” Pavitr asks, excitedly. “No, but I’m sure you’ll end up with some sort of souvenir regardless,” Miguel grumbles, and Hobie raises his eyebrow. “Well, what do you mean by that?” Gwen asks and Miguel types into his computer. A picture of a girl pops up on the screen. “I need you to bring me her.”

“Uhhh what? You want us to bring you a… civilian?” Miles asks, and Miguel nods. “She’ll respond to you all better. You’re the same age,” Miguel says, and they all glance at each other. “Can you not be secretive for like, a couple of seconds? Is she an anomaly?”

“No, Gwen. Just bring her to Spider Society, please. She’s from this universe, so I’m just sending you to where I need you to go,” Miguel says, opening a portal for them to go through. They all glance at each other before Gwen shrugs, walking through the portal. Miles and Pav follow her, and Hobie rolls his eyes following the three of them. They find themselves… at a show? They’re on top of the catwalk in a stadium show, looking down at the audience. “What the hell?” Gwen mumbles and Hobie is intrigued when he sees the instruments on the stage. “Now why did he send us to a concert?” Miles asks, and Pav shrugs. Right at that moment, the lights go down and everyone starts to scream. “So, you think she’s in the crowd? How are we supposed to find someone in all of these people?” Miles asks, and Pav shrugs. “I can do it, easily,” Pav says, and Miles and Gwen give him a Look™. “What?! It’s simple you just look for her face! Miguel showed us a picture of her.”

“Aye, ‘e’s right. Found her,” Hobie says, and they all look at him. He’s pointing, and they follow his finger. “SHE’S THE SINGER?!” Gwen yells as the music starts. “Yeah. Guess we gotta wait for the set to finish,” Hobie says, shrugging and sitting on the catwalk, “Gettin’ a free show outta this shit at least.”

“Oh, please, every show you’ve ever been to has been free,” Gwen says, sitting next to him, taking her mask off. Hobie, Pav, and Miles all follow suit. “What does Miguel want with a singer?”

“I like her outfit,” Pav says, ignoring Miles’ question and sitting next to Gwen. Miles quickly slips between Pav and Gwen, shooing him away slightly. “Not my style. Lyrics ain’t bad,” Hobie says, leaning back and observing the performance, “She can sing, I’ll give ‘er ‘at.”

“I fuck with it. Lyrics speak to me,” Gwen says, and Pav nods. “She seems angry.”

“Yeah, that’s why I can respect what she’s doin’. Threatenin’ and angry music is cool,” Hobie says, bobbing his head up and down. Gwen nods. “Okay, guys, seriously, what does Miguel want with a singer?”

“Maybe she’s a scientist or something? Miguel needs her help?” Gwen suggests, and Miles shakes his head. “Nah, I feel like he’d just meet with her then.”

“He did mention she was close to our age, though. And her songs make it sound like she has an issue with authority,” Pav mentions, and Hobie nods. “I fuck with ‘er.” They all look at him. “Oh, I get it. She’s Hobie’s age,” Gwen says, and Hobie raises his eyebrow. “What does ‘at ‘ave to do with anythin’?”

“You two are the same age, both have a problem with authority… whatever she is, she needs someone she can relate to to actually come with us,” Gwen says, and Hobie nods. “Guess ‘at makes sense.” The four of them continue watching the concert. Even though it isn’t necessarily punk music, Hobie loves the lyrics. And Gwen loves all of the songs because she understands the lyrics more than the other guys. Miles is enjoying it because Gwen is enjoying it, and Pav is enjoying it because other people are enjoying it. However, neither of them would probably listen to this after this mission. When you’re nearing the end, Miles slips his mask back on. “Alright, everyone. What’s the plan?”

“We need to get backstage,” Gwen says, slipping her mask on as well. “‘ave a gander down there,” Hobie says, pointing at some marks on the stage. “What’s that?” Pav asks. “Pyrotechnics. When they go off, we go in,” Hobie says, and they all nod. “Hope they’re big enough that no one sees us,” Gwen mumbles and Hobie scoffs. “Gwendy, it’s a stadium show. It’s ‘bout to be big,” he says. The four of them prepare, running along the catwalk and getting ready to web back to where you would disappear to. Sure enough, the pyrotechnics go off and Hobie was right. They’re big. It gives them the advantage as they slip undetected backstage. They hide high up, watching as you run offstage after your encore. They silently follow you to your dressing room and Miles points at an air vent. Gwen nods, quietly yanking it off of its hinges. She crawls inside, taking a glance to make sure you’re still clothed, and then motions for the boys to follow.

Meanwhile, you’re wiping your makeup off, sipping on some water to soothe your throat from your performance. You walk away from the giant mirror to go grab a snack in the corner of the room when, suddenly, you feel like someone is watching you. You subtly unsheathe your hairbrush, which doubles as a dagger. Just in case. You take a deep breath, turning around, and throwing it. Miles leaps out of the way, and the other three’s eyes are wide. The accuracy with that throw was a little too good. “None of you are Miguel,” you say, on edge still. “Ay, don’t compare me to that bloody bloke. I’d rather die than be called ‘im,” Hobie says, and you give him an amused look. “I can arrange that,” you say, and Gwen clears her throat. “I just wanted to say your concert was like, totally, awesome.”

“Aw, thanks! Did you pay to watch?” you ask and she looks around. “Well uh… I, um—” She gets cut off by your laugh. “I’m kidding. I don’t give a fuck if you didn’t. In fact, I would prefer you didn’t,” you explain. “Oh! Then no. Too cool to pay, you know?” Gwen rambles and Miles turns his head to her, giving her a look that translates into ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ You chuckle. “Why are you four here, then? Señor O’Hara miss me?” you take a bite of the snack you picked, leaning against the wall. “How do you know Miguel?” Pav asks and you snort. “Long story. Oh! He finally find out I took something from him?” you ask, tossing your food to the side and crossing your arms. “I… we actually don’t know. He just said we had to bring you back to—”

“Wait he’s actually inviting me into his super secret spider society?” you ask, a look of excitement spreading across your face. “Uh. Yes?” Miles says, and you squeal. “This is so exciting! My first time being invited, okay, great, hold on,” you say, quickly running off and behind the changing room divider. “Uh… you’re just gonna come with us?” Gwen asks, and you yell a quick ‘yep!’ They all look at each other and shrug. “No offense, sweet’eart, but I thought it woulda been ‘arder to convince ya. Wasn’t aware bein’ invited by a stuck-up wanker like ‘im was all it would take,” Hobie says, and they hear a giggle from behind the screen. “Oh this isn’t my first time in his little fanclub,” you step out from behind the divider, garnishing an all-black catsuit with shiny black gloves coming to claws at the fingers. A small eye mask adorns your face, and you smirk. “It’s just the first time he’ll know I’m there.”

“Holy shit, no way! You’re Black Cat!” Gwen says, and you do a little curtsy. “Pleased to make your acquaintance officially, Gwen Stacy,” you say, and her eyes get big. “How did you know—”

“Like I said. Not my first time there. Surprising since you all have that spidey sense or whatever, but guess I’m just that good,” you say, pulling out a dimension-hopping watch. “When did you—”

“Do I have to say I’ve been to your Spidertopia already again? Come on, I’m sure your pendejo of a boss is waiting for us,” you grin, and Hobie shakes his head. “Not my boss. I like you, though. Gettin’ fuck the establishment vibes,” he says, and you wink at him. “Thanks, Hobie Brown. Appreciate it. Also, Pavitr, you need to tell me what your haircare routine is,” you walk through the portal, and the four of them follow after you. Sure enough, you step out of the portal and stand right in front of Miguel’s desk. “Hello there, Spider-Boy,” you say, and he sighs. “(Y/n). Give me the device back. Now.”

“I’m good, actually. Been having too much fun with it,” you say, placing it on your wrist. He mutters something in Spanish as the four of them appear behind you. “Wait, if you’re Black Cat, why are you like… a superstar?” Miles asks, taking his mask off. “Was told at a young age to never settle for second best. So, I never did. Also if you want to steal from the big leagues, you have to be in with the big leagues,” you say, shrugging. “Damn, she is… so cool,” Gwen whispers. “We have an agreement, (Y/n),” MIguel says and you groan. “Miguel! Big guy, amigo, can I call you that?”

“No.”

“Don’t care, when have I ever stuck with an agreement?” you ask and he frowns. “This is all because you want to be able to come here whenever you want, isn’t it?” he asks and you grin. “You’re so smart, bestie,” you say and he groans. “You’re impossible.”

“I know. So can I come here and not have to worry about multiple spiders biting me all at once?” you ask, and he sighs. “Yes.”

“YE—”

“BUT!”

“Fuck, there’s a but,” you groan, as he continues talking, “No. Stealing.” You feign offense. “What makes you think I would ever steal something from here?” He points to your wrist. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. This was gifted to me.”

“By who.”

“Myself.”

“Esta maldita chica,” he mumbles, and you grin. “Well, thank you so much for approving my breaking and entering of your little arachnid club. I’ll be sure to return everything I’ve taken in hopes that you would notice I wanted to be invited,” you grin, and he clenches his jaw. “You step one toe out of line—”

“I woooon’t! Promise! Before I return everything though, I kinda have a heist planned in Earth-42,” you shrug, pulling up a portal. “I’ll tell Miles you said hi, Miles,” you give him a smirk, but before disappearing into the portal, you hear Miguel. “When you’re done come back here. I actually might be able to use you for something.”

You smile at him. “Say less, Spider-Man.” Then, you disappear. “We’re about to see a lot more of her, aren’t we?” Miles asks, and Miguel sighs and nods. “Dude! She is so cool!” Gwen says, and Hobie nods. “She don’t take shit from no one. Respectable.”

“She’s funny! And she was able to shut you down, Miguel, that never happens,” Pav says, laughing a bit. “She seems kinda crazy,” Miles says.”

“What, like we aren’t?” Gwen retaliates and he shrugs. “I am perfectly sane! Most of the time…”

Miguel runs his hand through his hair in frustration as the four of them continue discussing you while walking out of the room.

He was not looking forward to the friendship the five of you were about to form.

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[rahhhbananas]

IT GIRL ★

- male reader!

- fandom : atsv!

- pair(s) : miles morales x male reader

- warning(s) : not proof-read!

“How long is this going to takee???”

Pavitr whined, he sat on the fire escape stairs, mindlessly fidgeting a rock. Gwen leaning against the bars smiled, “Come on Pav, it’s Y/n. He takes hours and I mean hourssss— To get ready.” Pav groaned at that statement alone, no longer bothered about how long it would take them, but how long it take to get something to eat.

“You talkin ‘bout Y/n, the hell Miles at? ‘Is got a good sense of fashion, but not good enuff to take this long.” Hobie groaned, his own stomach growling, Gwen snorted, her eyes crinkling from how large her smile was “This is only scraping the surface of those two. Once you’ve know them for a year or two, you start to prepare ahead of time.” Gwen reached into her bag, handing the two a bag of chips. “There, that should hold you guys.”

The two thanked their prepared friend, before their attention was draw to the window that had just opened. Miles walked out, he wore a black baggy jeans, a white shirt, and ontop of it navy blue varsity jacket, with white air forces. He smiled, as if he hasn’t been making the entire friend group starve for the past 20 minutes “Miles, my guy!!!”

“Oi! I trademarked that!”

“What?”

“I’m surprised you did anything involved being in the same room as a government official.”

“Yeah, ‘ve gotten real desperate after the last situation with Pav.”

“That wasn’t my faulttt!”

“What situation?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Okay..ignoring that totally normal..conversation, where’s Y/n? He’s glamorous and all, but taking this long? Is outrageous.” Gwen asked, sneaking a chip from Hobie’s bag.

“I’M HERE!! ★”

The group looked up, seeing Y/n on the set of stairs above them. He wore a cropped pink jacket, baggy jeans, white air forces, and on his back was a hello kitty backpack “So, where we feeling? Chinese, Pizza, BBQ? Oh, or Ice cream!” He rambled, not noticing the few irritated looks he got from his friends. “ANYTHING!” Pav screamed, using his hands to cover his face, “Anything, please.” Miles smiled, leading the group down the street, they chatted still deciding on their snacking spot.

“Oh! That cat café!” Gwen suggested, her eyes lite up at the thought of being surrounded by cute animals while enjoying a meal.

“Nah, ‘m allergic to cats.”

“And you care about your health for once? Shocking.”

“You don’t get it, bruv. My eyes swell so much I start thinking I’m in a kaleidoscope..”

“How does that even work?”

“We traveled through universes to get here, and that’s what you wanna ask?”

“Why don’t you say that louder, Pav? Maybe some crazy scientist will hear and try to kill us.”

“That’s so outta pocket.”

“lol.”

“Wow.”

“I have never heard someone say ‘lol’ in real life..that’s so— icky.”

“Pheww, good job, Gwen. Y/n has a new ‘ick’. Bravo.”

The group walked into the restaurant. It seemed to be based off the heros of Brooklyn, “Ugh, why’d we have to come to your restaurant?” Pav groaned. Hobie snorted, picking at the small figures of Spiderman, Miles’ black and red suit somehow blending with the restaurant aesthetic— he even noticed a few figures of the original hero, his merchandise in a corner that formed a sort of mural. The cashier took their orders, before they sat down at a booth near to the window.

“Do they have some of my merchandise!?!” Y/n looked around, his eyes searching the brick walls for some bit of pink. He sighed, giving up, slumping down in his seat, “Hey look, I think I saw some pink over there!” Hobie pointed, Y/n blinded by joy looked at where the teen was pointing to see a piece of chewed up bubble gum stucked to the floor, “…Why do I feel like we have issues, no matter the universe.”

“Hey, the people want what they want. And it’s clearly not you.”

“Wow, no consistency, or manners. Red flag there, Hobie.”

“Yikes.” Pavitr mumbled, sipping from his drink. Hobie however shook it off, relaxing more into his position. Miles took out his phone, snapping a few pics of the group waiting on their food, before the waiter arrived, handing out the dishes efficiently.

AN HOUR LATER!! ★

“Man, I am stuffed!” Hobie cackled, getting up from his seat. Gwen rolled her eyes, before looking at Y/n, he took his card and receipt back from the waiter. Joining his friends at the exit, the sun was starting to go down. “Damn, sundown already?” Hobie looked at his watch, noticing how late it truly was. Gwen laughed, “We left pretty late, because of two certain people.” Gwen jerked her head towards Y/n and Miles who were mindlessly talking about something while holding hands, the way they childishly would swing them every once and then looked somewhat endearing.

“We should head back to our universes though. Miguel set a curfew for a reason.”

“Or, we could brea-“

“Nope, the guy looked like he wanted to blow a vein last time I saw him. And I’m not looking to get chased on all fours, likes Miles.”

“Oh, come on! He wouldn’t catch us!”

“Hobart, no. We’re leaving.”

“Miguel not catching us? Hobie you are HILARIOUS!”

Gwen grabbed Hobie’s wrist, who although didn’t oppose the gesture physically, he looked to be doing it mentally “You’re lucky ‘m tired, Gwendy.” Gwen rolled her eyes, before throwing the lanky teen into the portal, waving goodbye to the two. Pavitr jumped through as well, shooting finger-guns at Miles before falling into the colorful abyss.

Miles smiled, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s shoulder. Making their route to his apartment. The couple chatted on their way home, talking about nothing important, but what’d they do when they got outta highschool, you know, the norm. Until they arrived at Y/n’s apartments, Miles walked him to the stairs, his eyes focused on Y/n’s each move.

“Thanks for buying our food today, especially with how Hobie and Pavitr ate. I’ll find a way to pay you back…” Miles mumbled, scratching the nape of his neck. Y/n smiled, grabbing Miles’ arm “No. don’t worry about it, you guys are my friends. I’d spend much more money on all of you If I could.” Miles laughed, “Yeah. But I’m starting to think Hobie’s allergic to paying for…well, anything.”

Y/n laughed loudly “And what you said earlier, I don’t have a lot of ‘icks” Miles scoffed, looking at his boyfriend in disbelief at the statement. Y/n groaned “I’m serious! You’ll never have to worry about icks, because you’re perfect.”

“Really? Thanks. 😏”

“You know, except that.”

“A smirk!?!?!”

“Yeah, it makes you look like a Sonic character.”

“What??”

“But I should go, my dad’s probably already made lunch.” Y/n kissed Miles on the cheek, before walking into the apartment doors.

“Wha? You can’t walks away like that!!”

“Is it a sonic character you hate??”

“What? No, i love Shadow!”

[miguelswifey04]

miguel o’hara x sunshine! wife! reader hcs

being the bubbly person in the marriage has kept miguel on his toes…you both have the orange cat x black cat dynamic or like the pink & black trope <3

you’re always doing things for him such as cooking him his favorite meals, surprising him with small gifts or tokens of appreciation, or offering to give him a massage after a long night of being spider-man…he literally cannot thank you enough for being the person he can run to and he vulnerable 💕

“look miguel!! i made you a small spider-man beanie that matches your suit!!” he loves loves loves your craftiness <3 and best believe he’ll wear it in the house or in public doesn’t matter if it’s hot or not :) “thank you, this is lovely,” he’d hold you in his arms and pepper your face with kisses.

whenever he’s done you somehow manage to make him feel better ❤️‍🩹 there’s something about your energy/vibe in which just being with you recharges miguel’s battery to 100% 🥲 also if you try to give him space he’ll say “no, no, please. it’s fine, stay with me..” and you do so because the thing miguel needs is you and not him being alone..

he loves your corny jokes LMAO. he may roll his eyes or snort at every joke you throw at him but be assured that’s are his favorite thing about you :3

since you do so much for him..he will pay for you to get your hair and nails done OR have yourself a spa day!! you cannot fight him on this because he is set on it so you go to all your appointments that specific day to get all dolled up

what you didn’t know was he was going to date you out on a date to your favorite restaurant because he wanted to take the day off just for you :,) and afterwards you and him go stargazing in the outskirts of the city 🌃

because of your friendly nature you befriended every single spider person that miguel has ever mentioned like jessica drew or peter b. parker!! so you invited them + MJ (girls talk with jess included 😜) every time you cook a lot <3 sometimes you’d also invite gwen, miles (miguel wouldn’t mind right LOL?), pavitr, hobie, margo, and ben riley (yes because miguel is like a dad to him and you’re like a mother figure for him) “everyone calm down! take a seat!”

“miguelll, it’s fineeee it’s a full house today hahaha.” yeah it’s rowdy but so what all of them are like a family to miguel and it’s all thanks to yourself <3

[xstarsmvxz]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ✩

pairings ➜ hobie brown x kind!reader

warnings ➜ fluff, opposites attract, pet names, gn!reader, uses of weed, not proofread! i don’t really know what else?

word count ➜ 1.5k

M speaks! ➜ if you see the name “Asher” mentioned, it’s because that’s my cats name and I love her sm, she’s also so tiny cause she’s still a kitten so keep that in mind <3

➜ When Hobie first met you he honestly thought you were annoying.

➜ Your bright, optimistic attitude really got to him for some reason he didn’t know the answer to.

➜ You were way too kind for your own good, you always have a big smile gracing your face and you were constantly offering help to anybody who seemed like they needed it, even if they were a complete stranger!

➜ However, that kindness and happiness is what drew him in.

➜ He vividly remembers the day he realised you weren’t as bad as he thought.

You and hobie sat on either side of a soft grey sofa, waiting for Miguel to come back from wherever he rushed off to. Gwen and Pavitr sat on the sofa across from you guys, having their own conversation. You awkwardly played with the tips of your beat-up red and white converse, waiting for the courage to strike up a conversation. You softly clear your throat, “sooo.. where do you think he’s gone?” You hesitantly ask hobie. He doesn’t even glance your way when he replies in his thick accent, “dunno.”

You stare as he flicks a black ink pen in circles with his fingers. “That’s pretty cool, how do you do that?” You lean a little closer to him, trying to get a better look at how he’s doing it. He stares at you for a second, wondering why you’re all so interested in what he’s doing now. He slowly scoots himself a bit closer to you, feeling the slightest bit of warmth radiating from your body is a new type of comfort to him. “Like this..” He places the pen in between your thumb and index finger before he begins to slowly guide your fingers step by step. Your a bit stiff at first but once you memorise the movements you try it on your own. You start off slow but once you gradually get faster you drop the pen onto the floor. Muttering a small “oops” you lean down to pick it up and try again. Hobie slightly smirks as he watches you begin to spin the pen again.

After about seventeen tries you finally got it, spinning the pen skilfully in your hand you look up. “Hobie, Hobie look! Im doing it, oh my gosh!” You begin to get over excited, causing you to drop the pen again. Hobie let’s out a small laugh, leaning down to grab it from the floor. “Good job.” He praises as he begins to spin the pen in his own hand. “Thank you, Hobie..” You go back to fiddling with the tips of your shoes until an idea pops into your mind. “Hey, wanna draw on my shoes, they’re already pretty much ruined so it wouldn’t really matter.” He stops spinning the pen, taking the lid off of it and nodding his head. “Sure, why not.” He begins to draw small doodles on your shoes, such as small webs, spiders and pretty patterns. How ironic. You think to yourself as he draws a web with a spider hanging from it on the white part of your shoe.

Hobie smiles as you let out a small laugh, wondering what’s going through your mind. He continues to draw on your shoe as he thinks to himself. Your really not as annoying as he thought you were, you’re actually quite humble and soft. He begins to think about the friendship that potentially just bloomed between the two of you.

➜ Now let’s skip to when the two of you started dating.

➜ At first you were both kind of awkward. The two of you had only been friends for a couple months before you found yourself kissing him in your bedroom.

➜ you guys didn’t really go on dates, instead the two of you would normally just spend time together in your bedroom, watching movies or just having conversations about whatever comes to mind.

➜ he doesn’t really like “couple” things, but that doesn’t stop him from getting you small gifts whenever he can.

➜ some days he comes knocking at your apartment door, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand.

➜ other days he will come to your house with smaller gifts like food or jewellery.

You sit on your bed, lying on your stomach with your feet in the air whilst you read a book that you borrowed from the library. Your cat sits next to you, purring in its sleep. Your head shoots up when you hear a loud knock coming from your apartment door. You place your book down next to your cat and walk out of your room, heading towards the door. Once you open the door, you come face to face with your boyfriend Hobie, who is holding a small bouquet of pretty flowers in his hand. You shyly smile, “Hi..” you greet. “Hey doll.” He extends his arm, placing the flowers into your ring adorned hand, all the rings he got you. “Hobie, they’re so pretty…” you stare at the flowers, touching one of the petals with your finger tips. “I love them! Thank you Hobes!” You give your boyfriend a bone crushing hug before running to your kitchen to fill a vase with water. You place the vase full of flowers in the middle of your small wooden circle table next to your couch.

You sit down with a sigh and beckon Hobie over. He sits next to you, placing his arm around your shoulders as you lean into his side. Just on queue, your grey cat Asher walks in, her fluffy tail swishing it the air as she jumps onto the sofa in between you and Hobie. You let out an airy laugh as you pet your attention seeking cat. “Who’s a pretty girl?” You ask your cat as if she can understand you, scratching her chin as she lets out soft purrs. It’s not long before you fall asleep, leaving Hobie to pet the ball of fluff sitting in his lap.

➜ once you guys get more comfortable with each other, the two of you are never seen without the other.

➜ Gwen literally thinks that you guys are meant to be in one body.

“You guys are literally always together, we might as well morph you both into one body!” Gwen says as she stares at the both of you sitting on the soft chair across from her, you sit on Hobies lap bridal style, leaning your head onto his comfy chest while he strokes your upper arm.

➜ At this point you tell Gwen everything about yours and Hobies relationship.

➜ She absolutely freaked out when she found out he was your first everything.

➜ And when I say first everything, I really do mean everything.

➜ he was your first kiss, first boyfriend and first person you ever slept with.

➜ He was always so patient and gentle with you, never forcing you into anything you didn’t want to do.

➜ In his eyes, you were so fragile and innocent. He was almost afraid to break you.

➜ One day, you begged him to let you smoke weed on the roof with him.

➜ You even had to get on your knees and beg before he finally agreed.

You sat next to Hobie, wearing one of his black jackets as you watch him roll a joint for you to share, he brings the joint to his lips before inhaling then exhaling the smoke into the cold night. He passes the joint to you, asking if you watched how he did it. “Yeah, yeah I did..” He watches as you slowly bring the joint to your own lips, inhaling the smallest amount before exhaling with a small cough. He laughs as he watches your eyes water a bit before you pass the joint back to him. “Didn’t like it?” He questions, taking another hit. “It wasn’t that bad, I just need to get used to it.”

➜ After that night you regularly found yourself sitting on that same roof, either smoking a bong or joint. Unlike Hobie, you liked bongs more, finding them easier to use.

➜ Though, the first time you used Hobies newly bought bong you choked, you were already high before hand so you and Hobie found it absolutely hilarious.

➜ The both of you fell into a laughing fit, holding onto your stomachs from the pain caused by laughing so much.

You lied on your back, holding onto your aching stomach as you uncontrollably laughed. “Hobes, help.. it feels like I’m growing abs!” At this point, tears were coming from both of your guys eyes.

➜ I imagine that at first he wasn’t really big on pda, he still isn’t but now that you guys have known each other for longer he’s a little more comfortable with it.

➜ The most public affection your probably going to get is a small peck on your lips.

➜ But his favourite thing to do is hold your hand, it brings him comfort and happiness knowing that you’re right beside him.

➜ Nicknames that he gives you consist of; love, my love, sweet, sweet stuff, babe and his personal favourite, sunshine.

➜ Overall your relationship is perfect for the both of you, neither of you could possibly want anything more or less.

➜ You were both unconditionally in love and nothing could ever change that.

masterlist

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[certainlynotasimp]

Grumpy Kitty, Soft Kitty

((Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader))

A/N: Two Miggy and Sunny fics in one day?! I’m on a role lol. This one wasn’t requested, but the discord gave me a huge inspiration for this so I had to write it. I still haven’t seen the movie lol.

A/N: This takes place before ‘To Love and Hold’, this can kinda serve as an explaination as to why Sunny wants a cat. This is a short little fanfic, but if you wanna see more, check out the Masterlist, and feel free to join the discord, the inspiration for this oneshot.

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, No use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname not their name/ not an OC)), Grumpy Cat x Sweet Kitty, The young spider team messing with shit, and Miles being attacked.

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It was meant to be a harmless prank.

After the events of Miles being chased down by Miguel and the anomaly was fixed, Pavitr thought it would be hilarious to use one of his villains’ gadgets to mess with Miguel as payback.

Hobie and Gwen agreed without second thought while Miles hesitated a bit. The trauma from being attacked for trying to do what was right was still fresh in his mind, so imagining what would happen if he messed with Miguel was absolutely mortifying.

Hobie decided to take one for the team and initiated the plan. It was suppose to be real simple. Turn Miguel into a harmless cat for a while and change him right back. Nothing too physically painful and with four spidermen against one cat, the consequences shouldn’t be too bad, right?

They were so wrong.

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“So how’s things going with Miguel?” Jessica asks with a teasing smile. “Finally convinced him to let you move in?”

The small spider blushes as Peter laughs at the women. She mumbles under her breath, “No, Miggy says that he has to make sure me leaving the Headquarters won’t alter with the canon…”

Peter tuts as the three enter through the portal and back to The Lobby as he muses, “That sounds like someone is afraid of commitment.”

“I-I don’t think he’s-!” The trio is interrupted by a bright yellow Ai appearing before them looking like she just had the best laugh of her life. Her virtual hair was a mess while she was wiping her nonexistent tears away with a breath of relief.

“You guys. You literally need to come to the Survaliance room.” She urges with a giggle emerging. “The greatest thing is happening right now.”

Jessica and Peter look at the Ai suspiciously as the small spider tilts her head in confusion.

“What is it?” The ball of sunshine asks before a look of concern flashes over her face. “Is Miguel alright?”

“He’s certainly not.” The Ai screeches in laughter as a distinct yell can be heard. A flash of black and red runs by them as a ball of dark brown fur follows behind. The sound of Miles pleaing for help while an array of hisses and growls follows causes the small spider to swing after them.

“Hey!” She yells as she uses her web to catch the raging ball of fur, only to realize what it was.

A large Maine Coone cat with a deep rich brown coat ruffles under the sticky web as his nearly red eyes focus on Miles in rage. His little growls as he tries to wrangle free from the web come to a halt when an excited squeal cuts him off.

“IT’S KITTY!!” The cat looks up in fright as his huge frame is lift up into the familiar warm arms of the cheert SpiderWoman.

The woman’s own frame was barely bigger than the long frame of the cat as she coos at the now sedated feline. Instead of reacting violent like he was meet minutes ago, he begins to purr as her nails run through fur.

Jessica and Peter look at Miles as he slowly approaches the woman with a cautionary eye as he mumbles. “I’m so sorry, Mr. O’Hara, I didn’t mean to-!”

A low growl comes from the cat as his large tail ruffles up again at the teenager. Peter breaks into laughter as he realizes what happened as Jessica looks horrified. Sunny’s smile brightens even more as she realizes the truth of why this adorable ball of anger reminded her so much of someone.

Miguel O’Hara was turned into a cat.

“Miggy~!” She coos at the cat as she scratches under his chin. “You’re such a handsome Gatito!” She kisses his furry head as he head butts her mouth affectionately. His purrs now out loud as he enjoys being pampered after all the stress he had just went through.

Hobie and Pavitr swing on down with a guilty look on their face as Gwen follows, holding a broken device. Jessica crosses her arms as she glares at each one of the kids.

“Talk. now.” She demands as Peter continues to laugh his ass off.

“Well…” Gwen starts. “We thought that since Miguel went kinda hard on Miles during that whole canon event mess, we decided to play a harmless prank…”

“Harmless?” Jessica quirks an eyebrow as her dark eyes narrow.

Hobie even starts the sweat a little as he stutters. “We were gonna turn him right back after a couple of pictures. Then he went all mad and he jumped us.”

Pavitr gets defensive as he grabs the device from Gwen and waves it around as he emphasizes his point. “And he broke the device! Now how am I gonna explain to Gayatri why get dad’s evidence is-!”

His thumb brushes against a button as the shattered gadget lights up and shoots a beam right at the cooing woman on the ground.

To everyone’s horror, the woman disappears in a flash of smoke, leaving only the now enraged Miguel and a small rag doll cat who was meowing.

The smaller feline meows as she looks around her before the larger Maine coone growls as he glares at Pavitr.

The device was now a melted piece of goo as the teenager’s fate was now sealed.

“Lyla…” Pavitr backs away slowly as an angry cat approaches him. “Can you fix this?…”

“I can.” Lyla admits as she tries not to laugh at the gentle cat waltzes over to Jessica and flop on her back, exposing her stomach for belly rubs. “But it’s gonna take a couple of hours.”

With that, Pavitr books it as the large feline chases him. Jessica laughs as she picks up the small mewling cat and rubs her fur, “When are these two ever gonna catch a break?”

Peter scratches Sunny’s ear as she purs. “Probably never.” He chuckles.

~~~~~~~~~

Hours later, Lyla finally manages to recreate the device as the exhausted teens lay on the floor. Each one covered in scratch marks from either trying to escape Miguel or from trying to interact with Sunny.

Lyla laughs as the hero’s groan. “It’s finished. You guys act like cat sitting is hard or something.” She teases as she approaches the couch where the two cats were asleep curled around each other, exhausted from their wild day as cats. A symphony of purrs fill the room as smaller crème colored cat was surrounded by the larger chocolate colored cat. The AI fires the device at the pair and smiles when the sleeping couple returns to normal. However, the purring unexpectedly continued as the sleeping woman snuggles deeper into the rumbling chest of her lover.

Lyla definitely had something to hold over Miguel’s head now.

~~~~~~~~~~

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Masterlist 2

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find Masterlist 1 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner, ft Logan Howlett, threesome( ❤️)

Steve Rogers x male reader with a choking kink (mild ❤️)

-Moon knight

The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher

The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader

The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD

The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.

Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader

Moonboys with a summer-like reader

-Namor/kukulkan

“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader

-Eddie Brock(and venom)

Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader

-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x deadpool male reader

-Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Logan x cyclops variant male reader, post deadpool 3

Logan x Gambit variant male reader, with daddy kink (mild ❤️)

Logan being desperate for male reader, ft some consensual somno❤️

Sub Logan being desperate for praise and affection

-Remy Lebeau/The Gambit

Remy Lebeau x sea monster mutant male reader

Remy Lebeau and his Cajun childhood sweetheart.

-Multiple

Logan and Wade having a brat off and sub bottoming for a cable variant male reader ❤️

Scott, Kurt, Remy, Bobby and Logan with a reader that likes to crochet

Spiderverse

-Miguel O’Hara

Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️

-Peter B Parker

Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend

-Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️

Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader

Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader

Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension

Hobie Brown x insecure male reader

-Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet

-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir

Spidernoir with a ftm reader

Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)

-Ben Reilly

Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️

-Multiple

Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.

Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.

Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective

DC

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️

Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family

-Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero

Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen

Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.

Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader

-Jason Todd

Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️

Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of  ❤️)

Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️

Jason Todd x ftm reader, going to pride, and Jason beating up a transphobe

Jason Todd x ftm reader, slow mornings with their two cats

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee

Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante

Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that

Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him

Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep

Tim Drake x older male reader

-Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him

-Wally West

Wally West with an autistic male reader

FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader

Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses

-Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.

-Roy Harper

Roy Harper with a villain male reader

-Clark Kent/Kal-el

Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois

Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️

Clark Kent just needing a good cuddle after a long day

-Conner Kent/Kon-El

Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)

Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs

Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him

Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight  ❤️)

Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️

-Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner relationship headcanons

Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️

Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️

Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️

-John Constantine

Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️

Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)

Constantine x Angel male reader

- Patrick “Eel” O’Brian

Patrick “Eel” O’Brian sfw alphabet

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work

Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff

-Bane

Bane x FTM reader general headcanons

More Bane x FTM reader fluffy headcanons

-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker

Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons

-Multiple

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤

Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them

DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)

Martian Headcanons

Kryptonian Headcanons

Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader

Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker

Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest

Invincible

-Nolan Grayson/Omni-man

Nolan Grayson nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Mark Grayson/Invincible

Mark Grayson Yandere Alphabet 🖤

Mark Grayson nsfw Alphabet ❤️

Mark Grayson x constantine-like male reader

-Rex Sloan/Rex Splode

Rex x gcn ftm reader and defending them when they get misgendered

-The Immortal

The Immortal x immortal reader who isnt a hero

-Flaxan leader

Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader

-Damien Darkblood

Damien Darkblood x detective male reader, wholesome fluff

-Multiple

Nolan and Allen x small but strong ftm reader

Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️

Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out

-Paz Vizsla

Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons

-Din Djarin

Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.

FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️

-Boba Fett

Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️

The Boys

-Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother

DomBot Billy Butcher x SubTop supe reader ❤️

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️

Homelander dating a ftm reader

Homelander with a partner with self harm scars

-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️

-Multiple

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons

Slashers

-Jason Voorhees

Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later

Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Chad Martin-Meeks

Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)

-Poly Ghostface

Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry

Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia

-Multiple

Norman, Patrick, Michael, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu with an S/O whos as crazy as them without realizing

One Piece

-Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him

Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)

Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains

-Sir Crocodile

Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️

-Dracule Mihawk

FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️

-Red Haired Shanks

Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation

-Trafalgar D Water Law

Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️

Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild  ❤️)

-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji

Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️

Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️

-Roronoa Zoro

Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️

-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️

-Smoker the white hunter

Smoker SFW alphabet

-multiple

Roronoa Zoro and Portgas D Ace and sounding ❤️

Teen Wolf

-Jackson Whittmore

overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️

-Scott McCall

Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤

Ovetime

-Josiah Nguyen

Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother

Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️

-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️

-Phillip Graves

Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience

Graves with a vampire boyfriend

-Multiple

141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags

Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap

Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar

Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say

Poly alerudy with a short male reader

Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble

Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises

Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player

Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o

141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing

Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️

Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover

Lookism

-Multiple

Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt

Barbie (2023)

-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson

Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️

Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️

Baldurs Gate 3

-Astarion Ancunín

Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons

Fight Club

Jack/The Narrator

Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)

-multiple

Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons

Scott Pilgrim Takes off

-Todd Ingram

Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.

-Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️

My Hero Academia

-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol

-Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki being self-conscious about wearing lingerie (mild  ❤️)

Omega Katsuki helping his ace Alpha partner through their rut

-Tomura Shigaraki

Pre-war Shigaraki with his lover whos vaguely based off Yaga from JJK and their relationship.

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Nanami Kento

Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild  ❤️)

-Ryomen Sukuna

Chubby heian era/true form sukuna x chubby ftm reader, sweet and cuddly hc

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A Purr-fect Distraction

Part 2 >> 🕸MASTERLIST🕸

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x black cat!Fem!Reader Summary: Pavitr aka Spider-Man is swinging through the dark streets of Mumbattan with his ✨amazing hair✨ when a thief in a catsuit catches his eye. Tags: Attempted Theft, Horrible cat puns, distraction, pav being cutesy, complimenting his hair is pavitr's weakness XD

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🎶🎵Do you wanna play a game, Do you Gotta catch me if you can, Catch me if you can You can try, Maybe wanna stay Catch me if you can I'm a runaway🎶🎵 'Catch Me If You Can' by Alan Walker

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swings through the crowded streets of the never sleeping city, Mumbattan. The chilly midnight wind flows through his hair, curled locks moving like waves under the silver moonlight. 

He catches his reflection on a glass tower and takes a detour, leaning closer to inspect his beauty. "Hey, stud muffin!" he praises himself, making finger guns to his reflection. Pavitr runs his gloved fingers through his locks, revelling in being the proud owner of such amazing hair. 

It was at such a moment that he catches movement in one of the closed shops down the lane. A woman in a black catsuit and long white hair is moving the display glass, obviously trying to break in. 

"Halt, theif!" 

Pavitr at once springs into action, yelling as he swings over to the shop in less than a second and webs up her hands together.

_____

"Halloween come soon for you, miss?"

You startle at his voice, raising your arms when you realise they're stuck together by some sticky fluid. It is only then that Pavitr gets to see you clearly -well, except for the mask framing your eyes that hold him captive. 

Neither of you speak for a while, Spider-Man entranced and you confused. It was kinda insulting: a kid in a Diwali dress making you stand like an idiot in the middle of the road. 

"Wow, who are you!", he sighs dreamily and only seems to remember himself when you raise a brow. He clears his throat. "I meant, who're you?" 

"Don't know me? I'm the infamous Black Cat. I do petty crimes like theft, picking pockets and occasionally kneeing assholes in the crotch. Want a demo?" 

You throw your leg up to kick him but he's quick to grab it in a tight hold. 

"Curious profession", he says, words thick with sarcasm. 

"Nah, just a passion", you shrug, ripping off the webs easily and wiggle out your leg from his grip, swiftly climbing up the wall like a feline. 

"Hey, hey, I never said you could leave, kitty!" He tries to get you to stop by webbing you up once more, but you evade his shots easily. 

You smirk. "Amazing hair, by the way!" 

"Thanks", he blushes under the mask, rubbing his neck and you use the distraction to get away, "nothing much, just coconut oil, prayer, some gene- hey!" 

You lose him, but sadly not for long as he stands right next to you when you reach the top of the building. Dang it. You try you weasel your way out but he's blocking your path. 

"C'mon", he says, keeping a friendly warm hand on your shoulder, "I can see you have powers; use them to fight crime, be a hero." 

You smirk and tilt your head in amusement, "You say this to all your villains, Rangoli-face?" 

"FYI, I'm Spider-man. And you're not a villain, just a pretty theif." 

"I'll be no less pretty when I kick your ass."

Quick as a flash, you pounce on him with your claws but he dodges you. Thanks to spidey sense, Pavitr misses all of your swift hits, blocking your punches and throws. You're quick, but he's quicker. You jump high in the air aiming a kick to his face, but spidey spins his toy, tying you up to a pole easily. 

You struggle against the thick web solution. What the heck was this thing made of!? 

"Let. Me. Go! Unless you rather I scratch your face off, Mr. Gorgeous." 

It doesn't seem to have the desired effect, making you frown. He raises a brow, taking his spin-toy and begins to play with his webs. Is this dude for real?!

When it feels like he'll just stand there and watch, you sigh in exasperation. "Bro, why do you insist I change? I hardly know you." 

"Doesn't matter. Think about it, you could help me patrol the city; one more hand to prevent crime. I'm paw-sitive you'll make the purr-fect paw-tner", he chuckles at his own pun. 

The thought is amusing but you aren't in the mood. You are, after all, supposed to distract him from the real heist -which you've obviously succeeded. Your partners would be done by now. Maybe you'll take him up on his offer after you've split the fortune. 

You quit struggling and send him a sweet smile. "Hmm.. can't say I'm not tempted. Can you release me now, please?" 

Spider-Man sighs as he takes out a tiny blade and cuts through the web. You stumble out, feeling the blood rush to your leg as it wakes up after. Ow, that's horrible feeling. 

"So, is that a yes?", he asks, eyes big through the colourful mask. Aww, he looks like one of the Golu dolls up close! 

He freezes in place when you suprise him with a kiss to his cheek, the pleasant shock throwing off his spidey-sense. You kick him down while he's still dazed and get on the balcony, about to make your inevitable escape when he realises he's been tricked. 

You smirk, throwing him one last glance behind your shoulder. "Only if you catch me!" 

With that you jump off the building and disappear into the night, Pavitr finding no trace of you even though he follows right after. 

He smiles to himself, standing atop the highest tower of Mumbattan as he looks over the lively lit city.

"Oh, I will, kitty cat."

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No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Scaredy-Cat

Prologue

Chapter 1: Current Chapter

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name ! <33

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A/N: Spot is here!!

 Hey all! Okay so first things first thank you so much for all the support of the last chapter! It honestly means alot given that ive never written before lol. Alsoooo sorry for the radio-silence after the last release, i just graduated highschool! So yay for me :) also means that ill have much more time to write since its summer break for me now. Lastly,sorry if this chapter seemed kinda slow, I wanted to try to incorporate what this universes’ Felicia Hardys “canon events”(or what would be of her canon events) would look like in this chapter to set up a bit of backstory, as someone who doesn’t read the comics nor play the games, pls forgive any inaccuracies in Felicias lore as I am only going based off of wikipedia (plus in this story reader is a minor so I wanted to exclude the nsfw trauma that Felicia goes through in og story) I also wanted to find out a way how to integrate reader into the main plot which is why i decided to feature Spot in this chapter :D thanks again for the support and don’t forget that this chapter along with any future ones will be posted to ao3/tumblr under the same title!

P.S. Much more Spider-Miles/Black Cat interactions next chapter!!

Word Count: 1844

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You remembered it like it was yesterday.

Seven months ago, Brooklyn, New York.

Your father - The Black Cat’s face on every screen in the country, but most importantly yours.

BREAKING NEWS: WORLD-RENOWNED CAT BURGLAR CAUGHT IN THE ACT : IDENTITY SHOCKS THE NATION

…huh?

LIVE ON THE SCENE: ‘BLACK CAT’ REVEALED TO BE MULTI MILLIONAIRE WALTER HARDY AFTER RUN-IN WITH SPIDER-MAN

…no, this-

THIS JUST IN: CAT BURGLAR WALTER HARDY PRESUMED DEAD AT HEIST SCENE - POSSESSIONS TO BE TURNED IN TO OFFICIALS

This can’t be happening.

It was all too much at once. 

He never kept it secret from you. You knew about your father’s job.

You knew all about what he did. The planning, the heists, the reselling, he had done it for years. And you knew all about it.  But he had been doing this for years. Long enough to allow your family to live very comfortably. Long enough that you believed he would never be caught.

But yet there you were, all that you knew burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Frantically packing everything you could into any bag you could find; clothes, money, pictures, weapons, anything - before they could take it away from you. 

And when they did, it was brutal. 

Live-streamed news coverage of men raiding your home, rummaging through your stuff- your father’s stuff- as if he never existed. 

Soon enough there were auctions. Bids, worth millions, on your father’s items, broadcasted across the nation, with drinks and music and finger foods - they made a fucking sport out of it. 

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the cheers in the street after the big-bad-black-cat was pronounced dead. The endless praise Spider-man received, that of which he took with a smile on his face. You had wished you could kill him.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the day Peter Parker died.

You laughed.

.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .  

Seven months later, Brooklyn, New York.

Ugh.

Muscles aching, you stretched up in your bed, and groaned. Ruffling the bedhead out of your hair, you reluctantly trudged out of your mattress to open a window. Coincidentally, one of your many cats was perched perfectly on its sill, wide-eyed and tail flicking in your direction.

“...This whole heist stuff is really catching up to me, huh?”

The cat stared. You sighed. You really had to get yourself some friends.

Ever since your fathers passing, you’ve basically been on your own. Shortly after all his (and your) possessions were seized, you hopped around until you managed to find shelter in a shitty apartment on the west side of town. You, fueled purely by spite (with a tasteful teeny tiny dash of vengeance on the side), inherited the criminal persona of your father, along with his criminal tendencies, and took upon yourself the name of The Black Cat. 

All this time you’ve managed to keep your identity completely secret, not even your resellers knew who you were. That came with one major drawback though… you were extremely lonely.

Even with your frequent charity rounds around the community, noone really knew who you were. Even though Black Cat was nonviolent, the name was widely feared seemingly everywhere you went. Even with your days at school, the school you’ve been going to for months now, you made your way around the halls unnoticed. 

Speaking of school, you were late. 

Shit. 

Spending ample time dazing out your window, you’ve completely lost track of time. You disregarded your hair and rushed to pull on your uniform. Stumbling around your complex you hastily dumped too large of a portion of cat food into the automatic feeder, something you’re sure the cats will be grateful for. Shoving a few snacks into your bag, you simultaneously shuffled into your school shoes, proceeding to dash out the door. 

Sprinting down the stairs, nearly tripping once, twice, you whipped out your phone to check when the next bus route would arrive. 35 minutes.

Shitshitshit.

You paused, still in the stairwell, before turning to sprint in the opposite direction, towards the rooftop terrace. Creaking open the door, you checked to make sure noone else was up there before making your way towards the edge of the terrace. To anyone else but you, it would look like a young student was about to make an unfortunate decision and jump. And jump you did. 

You fell for a few seconds, relishing in the way your stomach dropped. You’d never get tired of that feeling. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. Pulling and releasing, you quickly fell into a swinging pattern, towards Brooklyn Visions. 

Hidden from the eyes of civilians, you swung yourself through the shadows. Everyone looked so small from up there, and for a brief second, you found power in your lonesome. In the corner of your eye you noticed what seemed to be a lanky white figure clumsily flying through the air. (You paid it no mind).

Dropping down into a dark alleyway much closer to campus, you continued your mad dash towards the main entrance. Winded, you finally made your way inside the building, a thin layer of sweat shined on your forehead. The hallways were empty, class must be in session. You took a few steps forward, making your way towards your classroom until being knocked over by a student, very evidently in a hurry. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to-I’m just in a rush, I didn’t mean…”

The boy reached out his hand to help you up.

“Hey, it's no problem, I get it.”

You smiled, and took your hand in his. He hesitated for a moment, staring, brows furrowed at your now interlocked hands, before nodding and continuing his sprint down the hallways. 

You took in his disheveled appearance, his wonky tie, his half-tucked shirt, untied laces, dark eyes, curly hair, brown skin, sweaty palms…

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted with the shrill ringing of the school bell. Suddenly, the hallways flooded with students rushing towards their next classes, you decided to follow suit. 

On the other side of the hallway, Miles Morales lingered on how his spidey-sense flashed alarms in his head when his hand touched yours. Every nerve in his system telling him to run, fight, dodge, anything to get away from you-he couldn't put his finger on why. (He paid it no mind). Blaming it on nerves, Miles shoved his way through the packed hallways, dreading the meeting waiting for him in the guidance counselor's office. 

.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    

School was a bust, as always. Nothing new, you made your way through the rest of the day unnoticed. As always. But you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

At the moment, you were in the middle of going through numerous number-codes on a padlock blocking the vault door to an extremely expensive gemstone. You’ve been salivating over this stone for weeks now, planning out how and when exactly you would strike to get this thing in your hands. You could see it now, the headlines, the chaos, after some rando millionaire’s little rock was taken from him…

“Woah, hey, you’re new!”

You flinched, hard. Whipping around towards the source of this unusually chipper voice. You were met with… a cow? … Man?

You stared, hard. 

“Okay, hey. The ogling isn’t necessary… I just-”

The cowman’s sentence was cut short with a quick lash of your whip, that of which he caught…? Your whip seemed to phase right through a large black hole on his torso, the opposite end appearing in a similar black hole right behind you, the whips end striking your back. You cried out, hit with the full force of your lash.

Sinister giggles emerged from the spotted figure, pointed towards your pained form. You trembled, in shock. 

“It’s rude to interrupt.” 

Spot stepped slowly towards you, his…well, spots, whirring aggressively, pointedly. You were frozen on the ground. Staring up at him, your lips trembled open.

“What,” You coughed. Once, twice. “-what are you?”

The black and white figure straightened, only to then fold over into a dramatic, hilariously unthreatening pose. 

“You, can call me… The Sp-”

“Some sort of cow?” You snickered. It was now his turn to flinch, hard. 

“I am NOT a-” The cow cleared his throat. “I am not a cow…whydoeseveryonesaythat…I, am the most dangerous villain you’ve ever seen, The Spo-”

“I mean, what’s with that getup?” The grin on your face grew. “Is that… is that supposed to be a costume? Orrrr…” 

The Spot sighed, defeated. “...it’s skin.”

“It’s skin?” 

“Yes, yes, now I-”

You stood up, energy back and eyes crinkled. 

“Wow, that’s…hm, interesting…skin, that’s skin? Sorry, sorry-listen man, I uh, I really gotta get back to this, so if you don’t mind?”

Stepping backwards in offence, the spotted figure shook in anger before swinging out his arm, releasing numerous dark voids around the room. Hitting practically every surface, but one most importantly, landing on the vault door, separating you, from your stone.

“Ah-wait-”

Swiftly, The Spot weaved his way through his holes, limbs popping up and out around the room in a way you couldn’t even begin to reach for your whip. 

No way was he about to take it from you.

But take it, he did.

In what felt like seconds, the whole room was engulfed in black. Stumbling backwards, you fell through one of the voids, flailing ungracefully, swimming through nothing. 

It was hard to breathe. 

A shrill crackling terrorized your ears, and before you, appeared a very disheveled Spot, now fully black with white spots, facial dot whirring and trained on you.

Gem in hand. 

Panic.

You were panicking. The sound of blood thrummed in your ears as you squirmed around in nothingness. Fuck the rock, you just had to get out of here. 

A cold hand grabs your wrist, dragging you upwards, towards the crackling form. 

For the second time today, you were frozen.

“I am not a cow,”

The form spoke lowly.

“I am not some villain of the week”,

Frozen still, you did nothing but stare straight into his glare.

“I. Am. The Spot”.

Suddenly, you were dropped. For the second time today, your stomach dropped with you. Next thing you know you’re falling through another void, leading not into darkness, but through the city skyline. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. 

As soon as your feet reached a solid surface, your legs buckled. Heaving, you failed to process what just took place, heart pounding in your ears. 

“...the fuck was that?”

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   

Miles received word of commotion taking place downtown, something to do with spots. He had hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, and it was. It was, and was so much worse. 

Dark spots littered a large manor, maniacal cackling emerging from its center. In the corner of his eye a familiar masked figure hunched over, breathing rapidly, staring straight ahead at the mess of spots.

(He paid it some mind.)

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ATSV X GN GOTH READER

MILES MORALES

🥀look to be honest he found you a little intimidating when he first saw you but then he saw you feeding a stray cat and fell in love.

🥀 miles was really surprised to find out that goth is a subculture and not just a style and honestly he was really fascinated with goth arts he started doing a lot of art in this style especially when he is drawing you.

🥀miles is into gothic art and also into movies but is not a big fan of subculture music sorry but not really his genre of music.

🥀 you two are the golden retriever and black cat couple 💛🖤.

🥀 miles totally stands up for you no matter who you are. bigoted people, religious fanatics, whoever.

🥀miles' parents didn't trust you very much at first but they quickly started to like you.

🥀by the way if you are the type that likes to take a walk in the cemetery miles will be there with you but you can be sure he is shivering with fear but miles will say that the reason he is shivering is because of the cold.

MILES MORALES 42

🖤 it was love at first sight💕💕⭐⭐

(joking apart)

🖤 he really liked your clothes and makeup when he met you but it needed to be more than just a pretty face to make him interested in you.

🖤 miles 42 loves everything about the goth subculture be it the arts, literature, music, aesthetics,everything about what it means to be goth.

🖤 miles would be totally willing to walk in a cemetery with you for some reason walking hand in hand with you past several graves on a cold night brings him peace.

🖤 Miles give a glare to anyone who gives you the wrong look and hope no one says anything bad about you they might mysteriously disappear.

GWEN STACY

❤️🖤 she was enchanted by you the moment she saw you, Gwen didn't know how to explain it but your unique style caught her attention.

🖤❤️ Gwen like everyone else is very curious about the goth subculture and she enjoys listening to you talk about what it means to be goth.

❤️🖤 Gwen doesn't like to wear a lot of makeup but she will ask you to do goth makeup on her, she thinks it suits her (and I agree with that).

🖤❤️ Gwen's father was suspicious when he met you but after a while he started to trust you and even if he didn't like you Gwen would continue to date you.

❤️🖤Gwen has gotten into a lot of fights with people who decided to say something nasty about you and she doesn't regret doing that one bit no one speaks ill of your partner and gets away with it.

HOBIE BROWN

🌙 this man is enchanted with you the moment he sees you.

🌙 hobie knows a thing or two about goth subculture but he would love for you to teach him more about that subculture in return he tells you about punk culture.

🌙 he loves having sleepovers with you so you two can do each other's makeup.

🌙 you both borrow clothes from each other you borrow his jackets and hobie borrows his boots or other accessories.

🌙 hobie loves goth rock.

🌙 hobie would kill anyone who dared to offend you and don't think he wouldn't kill him canonically already killed a villain in his universe.

🌙 you are a cool couple.

( I was going to make headcanons for pavitr but I got lazy and this post has been in drafts for a long time so maybe I'll update.)

[zapreportsblog]

In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 16 : The Stage Beckons

➥ a/n : this is the only fic with its og designs that I’m keeping

The halls of Brooklyn Visions Academy were abuzz with excitement as the theater class made an announcement over the school's public address system. The students eagerly listened as the voice crackled through the speakers, proclaiming the upcoming talent show that would take place in just three days' time. The anticipation in the air was palpable, as everyone wondered who would take the stage and showcase their skills.

In the midst of the chatter, (y/n) found herself caught up in the energy of the moment. The idea of participating in the talent show stirred a mixture of nervousness and curiosity within her. She had always been more comfortable in the shadows, watching from a distance as others showcased their talents. The prospect of stepping into the spotlight, even for just a brief moment, both thrilled and terrified her.

As (y/n) contemplated the invitation, her classmate Vee, a newfound friend she had made at Brooklyn Visions Academy, approached her with an encouraging smile. Vee had always been a beacon of positivity, radiating confidence and enthusiasm. She suggested that (y/n) give the talent show a try, sensing that (y/n) had hidden talents waiting to be discovered.

"(Y/n), you've got so much potential. I've seen how talented you are, even in the little things you do," Vee said, her voice filled with genuine belief. "The talent show could be a chance for you to shine, to share a part of yourself with the school."

(y/n) hesitated, her mind swirling with doubts and insecurities. The prospect of performing in front of her peers was both exhilarating and intimidating. She questioned whether she had the courage to step onto the stage and reveal a piece of her soul. But Vee's words resonated with her, stirring a flicker of determination within.

The days leading up to the talent show were a flurry of preparation and introspection for (y/n). She spent hours honing her skills, whether it be playing an instrument, perfecting a dance routine, or crafting a heartfelt poem. Each practice session brought her closer to the realization that this was an opportunity to express herself, to share her passions with others.

As the night of the talent show drew near, the school buzzed with anticipation. Students eagerly discussed their acts, fine-tuning their performances in hopes of leaving a lasting impression. The atmosphere crackled with excitement, nerves, and a sense of camaraderie as everyone prepared to take the stage.

Backstage, (y/n) took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her reflection a mix of anticipation and nerves. Vee, standing by her side, offered a reassuring smile, reminding her that this was her moment to shine.

The curtains lifted, revealing a sea of expectant faces. (Y/n) stepped onto the stage, her pulse quickening as the spotlight enveloped her. With each note, each movement, she poured her heart and soul into her performance. The audience watched in awe, captivated by her talent and the raw emotion that emanated from her.

(y/n) took a deep breath as the haunting melody of "Arms of the Ocean" by Blackbriar began to fill the room. The ethereal atmosphere seemed to envelop her, as if the music itself was guiding her movements. With each note, each word, she poured her heart into the lyrics, weaving a story of longing and resilience.

"Come, my love, let me tell you a tale of a love so strong, it could never fail," (y/n) sang, her voice both delicate and powerful. The room fell silent, captivated by the emotion that dripped from every word. The lyrics resonated within her, their meaning ingrained in her very being.

As the chorus swelled, (y/n) leapt from the stage, her body moving with a grace that seemed otherworldly. The music propelled her forward, her dance routine a mesmerizing blend of parkour and ballet. She weaved through the rows of students, effortlessly navigating the space as if it were an extension of her own body.

The lyrics echoed in her mind as she twirled and leaped, her movements mirroring the ebb and flow of the music. "In the arms of the ocean, I find my solace, my devotion. In the arms of the ocean, I'm finally free, I can breathe."

With each bound and somersault, (y/n) defied gravity, her movements an expression of liberation and release. She flew through the air, landing with precision and grace, her body fluid and poised. The fusion of parkour and ballet created a breathtaking spectacle, a testament to (y/n)'s dedication and skill.

As the song reached its climax, (y/n) returned to the stage, her body glistening with sweat and her heart pounding with exhilaration. The room erupted into applause, the audience rising to their feet in admiration of her mesmerizing performance. The lyrics of "Arms of the Ocean" had taken on a new life through (y/n)'s interpretation, leaving a lasting impact on everyone who witnessed it.

In that moment, (y/n) knew that she had touched something deep within herself and the hearts of those around her. The combination of powerful vocals, dynamic dance moves, and the raw emotion in her performance had created a transcendent experience. It was a testament to the power of music and movement, a fusion that allowed (y/n) to express her innermost feelings and connect with the audience on a profound level.

As she took her final bow, (y/n) felt a sense of fulfillment wash over her. The song had provided a canvas for her to paint her own story, and through her dance routine, she had brought it to life. The lyrics of "Arms of the Ocean" lingered in the air, their meaning resonating with both (y/n) and the audience, a reminder of the solace and freedom found in the embrace of the unknown.

In that moment, (y/n) realized that her voice and her movements had the power to touch hearts, to inspire and uplift others. With a renewed sense of purpose and a deeper understanding of her own artistic journey, she embraced the stage as her sanctuary, ready to continue exploring the depths of her talent and sharing her unique expression with the world.

As the final notes of her performance rang out, the theater erupted into thunderous applause. The audience rose to their feet, offering (y/n) a standing ovation. In that moment, (y/n) realized that she had not only shared her talent with the world but had also discovered a newfound sense of confidence within herself.

After the performance, (y/n) found herself surrounded by classmates and friends, showering her with praise and admiration. Vee's eyes sparkled with pride as she hugged (y/n), her belief in her friend's abilities justified.

The talent show had become a turning point for (y/n). It was a reminder that stepping out of her comfort zone and embracing her passions could lead to profound personal growth. The experience brought her closer to her classmates, forging connections and opening doors to new friendships.

As (y/n) basked in the afterglow of her performance, she realized that the stage had become a part of her, a place where she could express herself freely. The talent show had not only given her the opportunity to share her gifts but had also ignited a flame within her, fueling her desire to continue exploring her talents and pursuing her dreams.

With newfound confidence, (y/n) looked toward the future, excited for the many stages that awaited her. The talent show had been a stepping stone, a catalyst for self-discovery and personal growth. And as she walked off the stage, her heart swelled with gratitude for the transformative power of art and the support of those who had believed in her.

[tinkerbelle05]

"confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss" (bonus if they're both so giggly hehehe) with Pavitr please!!! thank you!!!

I like you, I have been for a while now

Characters: Pavitr Prabhakar x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested & Prompt) Thanks darling 💗

Warning: none :)

You’ve been in love with Pavitr forever now. You don’t know remember when you first had these feelings. Felt like butterflies in your stomach whenever he gave you that beautiful smile and how he’d leave your face hurting from laughing too much at his jokes.

He is also extremely smart too. He explained physics better than your teacher ever could. He even got you to like chemistry. Chemistry for god’s sake.

“…and then. Hey! Hey!” Pavitr snapped his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh, sorry, Pavi. I was day dreaming,” you explained to him.

He flicked your forehead off, “Well get your head outta the clouds. We got a chem test to pass.”

He flicked your forehead off, “Well get your head outta the clouds. We got a chem test to pass.”

You shoved him lightly, “Hey! Who are you flicking?”

He shoved you in retaliation, “And who are you shoving?” Pavitr shoved you a bit too much and you landed on the floor with a soft tud. There was a moment of silence where you stared at him with mocked angry.

“How dare you?!” You started, but couldn’t hold in your giggles.

“Wow, your such a terrible actor. Never go anywhere near Bollywood for the sake of us all,” he said, but his laughter couldn’t be contained either.

From your place on the floor you, you pushed the chair and Pavitr fell on the floor on his back. You quickly went to Pavitr, shoving the chair out of the way.

“Are you okay?!” You crawled over to him, your lips dipping into a frown of concern.

Quickly Pavitr grabbed you and started tickling the sides of your body. His fingers reached to your neck to tickle and you ended up straddling him. He he held your head for a while as you both stared at eachother.

His fingertips were rough and calloused. And he was close. Really close. But he handled you with gentle care like you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

You brought your head down and he brought his up, and your lips touched. His lips were soft and tasted like mint. After a few seconds you broke apart from each other.

There was a moment of silence between before you both started laughing.

You could feel the vibrations of Pavitr’s giggling through his chest, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh but it’s just-”

You shake your head, “No, no I understand Pavi. No need to explain yourself.”

There was a moment of silence where you both just stared at each other. Pavitr’s fingers touching your waist softly, your hands grazing over his neck and collarbone.

“So do you like-“

“What should we do about-“

You both asked your questions at the same time and closed your mouths as well. Both started laughing as well because no matter how you went about it, this was weird.

Pavitr brought his hands from your waist to cover his eyes as he asked, “Why are we like this?”

You played with the hem of shirt, “I don’t know, but may I go first?”

He nods his head and patiently waits for you, has he always waited for you?

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and cleared your throat, “I like you, I have been for a while now, Pavi. I just didn’t wanna ruin this by confessing.”

“Yea, I didn’t either,” he confessed, “I was just content with being around you, that was enough for me. So, um, wanna go on a date with me then?”

You played with his hair as you pretended to think about it. Just to see Pavitr grow impatient with you. Eventually you nodded your head and listened to Pavitr list a few places you two can go.

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Vagabond - 0

Summary: A new spiderman has come to join the club from a mysterious universe.

Pairings: Miguel x Black Cat Variant!Reader. Spidersona x Black Cat Variant!Reader

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: nothing yet.

A/N: it is almost 2am and this is my first fanfic in 4 years and first time writing the atsv gang so it’s gonna be rusty. this fic is does not follow all the events of atsv because that be hard to implement with the plot im planning rn. also hobie is like 18/19, but grouped him with the teens bc those numbers have teen in it. thank you for reading.

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“Quit staring at him, y’all.” Jessica narrowed her eyes at the curious teens, her voice nearing a hiss. “The man has eyes all over him. Besides, I brought you four as stand-in witnesses from the reports just in case.”

Miles couldn’t see any exposed irises, the unfamiliar spiderman before him was dressed in a two piece suit with shining oxfords, his hands gloved in leather. His long scarf was the only color that wasn’t a dull gray, it was electric blue with a thin, delicate white webbing design. His red hair was tied into a small ponytail. He had his back turned from the group, however, Hobie was bold enough and took a step forward to take a closer look.

“You gotta name, mate?” Hobie crossed his arms, and there was a moment of silence before he finally turned around.

The spiderman had a black face mask, exposing his ragged scar that ran through his left eye and continued under the cloth. It was closed shut compared to the right’s sharp green. There was an insignia of a spider pinned to his coat- someone should have told him that a spider suit wasn’t something formal.

“He’s actually a cyclops, Jess.” Pav whispered. Jessica rolled her eyes while the other teenagers snickered. The spiderman let out an amused huff at their hushed comments about his appearance.

“Kids.” Jessica nervously chuckled. “Sorry about them. Miguel should be here after his mission.”

“No worries. Afterall, I didn’t give a proper introduction.” The Spiderman’s voice was a perfect blend between gentle and raspy, there was a hint of a Scottish accent in that sentence somewhere.

He started at the beginning. Calan Wesson Parker was his name. He was born in New Zohei and he was bound to an Arachne Pact by an earth deity. And for the last seven years, he was known as the one and only-

“Arachne Pact?” Gwen repeated.

“Earth deity?” Miles followed.

“Seven years ago?” Pavitr’s face soured.

“I hate organized religion.” Hobie said flatly. Jessica was mentally begging Miguel to come back.

Calan blinked before finishing. “Spiderman. As you all would say here.”

The teenagers, aside from Hobie, began to surround him with other questions. How’d he get his scar? Why doesn’t he cover his eyes? How does he fight in a suit and expensive shoes? What’s an arachne pact? Does he actually have extra eyes somewhere? Calan could only look onward with silence as the topics began to shift between Calan’s broad background, to religion, and finally, video games. Even Jessica couldn’t tell what was happening and how the conversation went overboard. This was a strange place, a strange time, and strange people that were supposed to be like Calan. Jessica had found him in his dimension, already restraining an anomaly she was supposed to capture. It happened three times when she visited for missions, and the other spider people who were assigned work for  that universe reported Calan immediately handing away anomalies to them. Impressed, she decided to invite him to the Spider society. After some hesitation, he followed.

“You’re already handling them well, from the looks of it. You got kids of your own?” Jessica asked.

Calan let out an acknowledged grunt but he refused to answer the question, like the other questions the three kids threw at him. His stare was blank, the dimming lights of several open screens around the office couldn’t even put a glint on his eye.

“That was a close one!” A familiar AI zipped down the walkway, activating the computers on the rising platform. “Hey guys! Glad you came early.”

“Hey Lyla. Where’s Miguel? I brought that new spiderman that’ll definitely help out.” Jessica glanced at Calan, who studied the glitching woman and the floating screens.

“He’s coming alright. After yelling at some spider people. The anomaly just blipped out of existence again after wrecking half the city.” Lyla shrugged. Calan furrowed his brow at the comment.

It wasn’t long until the doors slid open, followed by heavy footsteps. Curses of Spanish became more evident, and soon, the group parted to make way for the man himself. Everything fell silent with only the ambience of activated devices and blips; it seemed right to keep quiet to not rile him up further. Up above, Miguel quickly reviewed multiple tabs of what seemed to be Calan’s canon events. Below, the group could barely see the screens from afar, but what was certain was that there was one tab dedicated to looking at Miguel’s late daughter.

“That’s weird. Why does this just cut to black? Actually, why are all of them cut like that?” Lyla had to scan through the events several times over. Miguel watched as the hologram went through every event: the canons were in order after all, but there was something about the presentation that wasn’t like everyone else’s. He heaved a sigh, slicking back his brown hair- it’s a minor issue. However, something else had to be addressed.

“Calan.” His voice echoed, his glower focused on the other’s upward glare. The rest of the group hoped it wasn’t something critical-  Miles and Hobie had a rough introduction to Miguel when they joined the spider society. Jessica hoped Miguel didn’t reject the Calan outright, otherwise webs would start flying.

“We noticed a pattern of anomalies appearing and disappearing, and then popping up in your universe. You know anything about this?” Miguel asked.

“That is a mystery to me as well.” Calan replied. “I’ve yet to hear from the Gods.”

The answer confused everyone, especially with how serious that sounded. Did he ask about the anomalies as if he prayed every morning and before meals about it or? Miguel visibly didn’t like that kind of answer- however, it implied focusing on one reality rather than going through thousands of other dimensions to capture multiple anomalies. From the looks of Calan’s canon, it was plausible, it was an optimal answer as of now.

The silence made time drag.

“Just say that he’s recruited.” Jessica had her arms crossed, her fingers tapping. Miguel let out a ‘yeah, yeah’ before tossing a dimensional travel watch. It seems that he would have to look more into that universe later. Calan caught it with ease, observing the glowing letters and buttons. He put it just above his analog watch which weirded out the teenagers.

“Leave. Go give him a tour or something. I have to plan this mission so we can finish it as soon as possible.” Miguel returned his focus to the other screens, pulling up other tabs with his hologram working alongside him.

When the group left the office, a weight was lifted from all of their shoulders. Hobie commented something about the old man doing something right for once.

“Y’all heard him. You can give Calan a tour of the building,” Jessica could tell that the four kids would enjoy the simple task before the mission by how they straightened up.

“What about you?” Miles gave a yawn as if he just stood through the longest five minute talk of his life.

“Paperwork’s not gonna do themselves.” Jessica waved them all goodbye before walking away. As the five of them walked down the open hall, the teens tried to initiate a conversation with Calan, but they only got short answers or even silence on anything they wanted clarification on.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Gwen looked up at him, trying to meet his gaze- he only looked forward, shaking his head. “And what’s that in your hands?”

“A key?” Pavitr watched as Calan’s gloved hands twirled around a long, iron key with a braided skeleton bow. 

“Treasure chest key.” Miles said, and Calan gave a small chuckle. Miles grinned widely at his correct answer.

“Now tell us what it’s for.” Hobie nudged the man. Calan considered, finally meeting the gazes of the four with his tired green eye. Their eyes were wide and bright, something that reminded him of a certain someone back at home. He would give in just this one time.

“Preventing someone from taking my things.” Calan said. The vague answer prompted the four to give out an exasperated groan. Maybe this place, the time, and the people wouldn’t be so strange later.

Meanwhile in New Zohei…

(Y/n) pushed the treasure chest over, using her steel claws to saw through the enchanted wood as soon as she realized there was a lock on the chest. The wooden board fell, spilling glittering contents that caused the woman to bounce in excitement.

“So pretty…” Her (e/c) eyes sparkled at the gold, silver, and gem studded jewelry that fell out from the hole. She gently sorted out a portion of the pile: cute necklaces here, flashy bracelets over there, rings- oh no, she has plenty of rings already. 

“This one!” She held out a ruby necklace towards several accomplices-turned-victims who were bound in cables, leaning against the wall. “I’ll take only this one.”

They gave out frustrated muffles through their gags, writhing in their restraints. One of them toppled over to the floor.

“You’re right. I should take some more. I did do a good job this morning fighting off Professor Ceph like what Spidey said.” (Y/n) giggled at the sight of the group protesting louder, another person trying to slither his way over to the chest. She placed her boot on his side, using light force to roll him back to the wall. The tied up criminals were steaming with rage. They let their guard down the moment they stepped in Spiderman’s office and saw the chest beside his desk, and (Y/n) immediately went to work solo. They should have known better than to recruit a renowned underground thief into their band.

“Hm. Maybe I’ll leave a note for Spidey when he comes back.” (Y/n) went over to the desk, taking out a pen and paper from the drawer. She tapped the end of the pen on the corner of her lip for a moment before scribbling something and planting a kiss on the corner of the parchment. The sounds of sirens were creeping from the outside.

“Sounds like my time to leave.” She put down the letter and grabbed a handful of necklaces and bracelets letting them hang around her wrists. (Y/n) pushed the window open, hopping onto the ledge. She took in the fresh scent of the night, allowing the breeze to brush back her (h/c) hair. The sirens were getting louder, and she looked down to see if she had a clear landing spot. Check.

“Wait a minute-”  (Y/n) pulled herself back, quickly walking over to the restrained criminals who were growling and glaring at her with murderous intent. She took a folding hand fan from one of the girls, who began to let out a muffled screech as she flailed pathetically on the floor. (Y/n) then went over to one of the men, striking him with the accessory. It left a gash just under his eye, tearing through the cloth that kept him from speaking. He screamed in pain, pressing his face against the wall to lessen the sting.

“Come back here, cat!”

She didn’t have to say anything back- it was for grabbing at her in public and making fun of her spidey. Afterall, there was only one person who was allowed to do that, but he wasn’t even in his own home, or anywhere either after a week of searching. (Y/n) leaped out of the window, the darkness encapsulating her figure and her treasures as she ran away. It was an open and shut case for the police when they arrived and arrested the criminals. They had ignored the note on the desk as it blended in with the other papers and books that were sprawled across the surface.

Spidey!

I just got my nails done and wanted to see if they worked. You should also clean up your office and hide your stuff better.

From your favorite black cat

[rossellini-tyrell]

Nothing’s Gonna Change My World

Ch. 5 - But If I Seem To Act Unkind (it's only me, it's not my mind)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Word Count: 4,255

Warnings: MINORS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Pav and Reader are getting steamier, but there’s no smut here (or even implied), nothing happens that you wouldn’t see in a given MCU movie. A reminder that these characters are in their early 20s.

Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader also found on AO3 and Wattpad. ----- You stand on your fire escape, watching Spider-Man dance across a noontime sky. Every now and then, when the bug bites him, Pavitr likes to bust out the suit and show off for the locals. Today, some children are gathered round a domed building nearby, with your boyfriend (your boyfriend!!) perched at the dome's apex, balanced elegantly on one leg, not unlike a wading bird hunting in a brackish lagoon. Children of assorted sizes whoop and holler as Spider-Man puts on an impromptu performance atop the glittering dome, flows through an arabesque, a jete, an aerial in place, a handstand on just two fingers. He wheels into a straddle lever, the sunlight striping in thick ribbons across the thick black waves flowing with him atop his head. Your breath hitches as you watch Pavitr's well-toned muscles flex and release, quads tightening, scapula retracting, feet arching. Your eyes are glued to his little show, because in what world would you have expected that you'd get to date this. Not only that, this wants to date you just as much. A bangle glimmers as it's tossed into the air, becoming a diabolo of sorts that cycles upon a gossamer strand of web, surprisingly strong despite its appearance. Pavitr deftly twists the web into a bridge, does a J-whip, a C-whip, a cat's cradle. Hops, stops, and bounces, everything in between. The gaggle of kids gasp in delight as he launches a second bangle, aces seemingly impossible tricks, impossible for anyone but him. The crowd goes wild as he leaps to catch both bangles on his wrists in the air, and takes a bow with a flourish and wink. And then he's gone, slinking behind the dome of the building. You need to fan yourself after catching that view. You step back inside to escape the oppressive midday heat, only to be immediately confronted with a sight that nearly gives you heatstroke on the spot: Spider-Man, who is now your boyfriend (dreamy sigh goes here), is standing unmasked in your kitchen, and he's stripping off his suit top. You freeze, rooted to the spot as he flexes his arms in front of him and ahead to cleanly peel off the top. The top rides up along his back, treating you to a reveal of a well-developed, incredibly powerful torso. He's all lats, obliques, traps, deltoids, all the power you'd expect of a gymnast, yet compact and lithe enough to remain nimble and catlike. A fine sheen of sweat clings to a rich expanse of smooth, chestnut toned skin, with only whispers of scars dappled across him thanks to his enhanced healing factor. You can't help but profusely thank whichever past life iteration of you that did whatever it was they needed to do for you to see this today, this is your first time seeing Pavitr shirtless, and damn he doesn't disappoint. Your boyfriend grabs a sport-top water bottle off the counter (when that got there, you have no idea), upends it to take a huge swig, eyes closed in relief. It's then he notices you, statue-still where you stand, seconds away from spouting a nosebleed. Pavitr's eyes light up in acknowledgement, he spins on his heel to face you, treating you to deliciously sculpted pecs and abs, with a bonus hint of the crest of his hips peeking out of the rest of his suit. "Enjoying the view, darling?" he slyly asks, his lips pulling off the bottle with a pop. "I have...a lot of questions for you right now," you stammer, mind still in a blue screen of death. Error 404: sweaty shirtless superhero boyfriend in my house right now. "Like, how did you get in my apartment, and where did that water bottle come from?" "Bathroom window, and I put it in the fridge before I left," Pavitr answers in order, nonchalantly, as if he were being asked which way to the nearest ATM. "Nobody's paying attention to that side of the building so I can just slide in like it's the DMs." "...How—and why—in the fuck did you get in and out of my apartment twice without me noticing?" you demand, exasperated and still processing how confusing, surprising, and glorious this all is. Pavitr chugs the rest of the bottle, a rivulet of water escapes the corner of his mouth and trails along the cut of his jawline and his neck. He plops the bottle down and wipes it off with the back of his hand. "I'm Spider-Man, I'm sneaky," he pans. He advances towards you, walks you back against the counter, before caging you in with his toned arms. There's nothing aggressive about it, only a little playful banter, you know you'd have your freedom if you so wanted it in an instant. "And I thought you might appreciate a little surprise, dove," he purrs, nose only inches from yours now. His locks are extra shiny from the sweat, sepia-toned eyes sparkling with mirth, affection, a hint of...want? You can feel yourself flushing, burning up all over again because what you would have given to be looked at like that sooner. "Oh it's...appreciated," you say, wetly. You could swear a few beads of sweat are popping up on your own brow. Pavitr's eyes flicker from yours, to your lips. You watch his tongue subtly dart out to wet his own, before he meets your eyes again. And then you're floating, shrieking, legs dangling off the ground as he's snatched you up into a bridal carry, strong, so strong arms holding you against that smooth, sweaty, delicious chest of his. Your boyfriend snickers lowly at your shocked expression, eyes now glimmering with mischief. "You're not limited to appreciating with just your eyes, sweet girl," he huskily implies. The deep, slow kiss he melts on your surprised mouth doesn't help things, sends a shudder to all ten fingers and all ten toes, his tongue swiping the ridges of flesh behind your top teeth setting your nerve endings ablaze. Hesitantly, you splay your hand across his bare chest, the context so different from the first time you got to. The skin beneath is damp, supple, electric, instantly enrapturing you with the velvety feel. Looking at and touching the sweaty shirtless superhero boyfriend? You could kiss the past life version of you on the mouth right now. "'Yanno what the best part of getting to hold you like this is, dove?" Pavitr breaks you out of your trance, the question winding between your ears like oil added to a diffuser. You arch your eyebrow in query, your cheek pressed against one of his pecs. "I get to kiss you to death!" he beams. He's on you like white on rice, smacking kisses anywhere he can reach by pulling you close to him, some land on your hairline while others are mashed into the apples of your cheeks, the swell of your nose, one or two catch the hollows where your eyes sit. The ridiculous display of affection makes you giggle, kicking your feet like a child. "Pav! Pav, no, that tickl-mph!" you protest, a squeal stifles as he peppers kisses to your plush mouth. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that," he smirks against your lips, gently tugging your top lip between his. Fuck, he's an amazing kisser, something he's shown you progressively more of as you've warmed up to the idea that a relationship could be like this, unfailingly affectionate for the sole reason of getting to revel in it. "I think I'm gonna keep kissing you to death somewhere else now." Pavitr near-runs with you to the couch, you're still squealing and kicking the whole way down, not letting up through the solid five minutes of making out he spoils you with after, until he delicately cups your face and silences you for good with a press of lips so tender and sweet, you think you'd have felt it in a past life. ---- "Mmm, I'm gonna be thinking about that dessert on my deathbed," you muse as you enter his apartment. You've just arrived back from your dinner date with Pavitr, all dolled up in that green dress he'd picked out, complemented by the new pair of shoes he'd surprised you with before leaving. I'm Spider-Man, I'm observant, he'd said when you asked him about how he knew what shoe size you were, and then he'd fastened up the buckles before kissing the inside of your ankle, lips finding purchase on the bony point there. "Agreed, that was divine," he concurs. "I've never understood what people meant when they said 'better than sex'...until I learned you could grate cured egg yolk onto ice cream. I would kiss whoever came up with that on the mouth if they asked." You could think of a lot of things that were "better than sex", in your opinion. Maybe a sign that you need to raise your expectations, a tall order after the lackluster experiences you've had in the past. Not that you were going to debate that point with your boyfriend. "Seems like it's asking a lot to get a kiss on the mouth from you these days," you snark. Pavitr doesn't hesitate to angle your chin towards him, swallows up your mouth with his in a kiss that damn near sucks your soul out "Sonu, I truly hope you've learned by now, you never have to ask for that," he murmurs. The way he looks at you is sweet, like the chocolate hue of his irides. It never fails to make you want to melt, like the ice cream you'd enjoyed tonight. He kisses you again, and then once more, his lips taking the lead in a slow dance you're finally mastering. Pavitr starts to veer off the choreography and moves to kiss at the corner of your mouth instead. "You keep calling me that one, sonu," you wonder aloud. "I hope it's a good thing." "It's Marathi for 'gold', or 'precious'," he clarifies, his warm breath tickling your cheek. "So yes, a very good thing for a very sweet girl." "Hmm, and what about—oh!" you yelp delightfully as your boyfriend mouths on your jawline, you can tell he's relishing in the sound. "About that other one, the one I can't remember." "Ahava?" he supplies, the word spilling perfectly from his lips in a way that makes your heart flutter. "Yes, that's the one," you confirm. You don't miss the subtle pause, the falter of his breath. "Mmm, I'll tell you later," Pavitr says. He immediately distracts you with a light nip on your earlobe, smears a kiss on the skin he finds just below. "Stop—ah! Stop avoiding the question!" you protest, your heart floating up to your throat as the sweet torture your boyfriend administers to you sends your heart racing. "Not avoiding it, darling, just want to kiss you a little," he dismisses, trailing down your neck, now. "We gotta crack open that Malbec I've been saving too." "Well, will you tell me after?" you ask impatiently. Pavitr grins into the skin of your neck, lathes it delicately with the blade of his tongue in a way that makes everything muzzy and warm. "Sure I will," he half-answers. "Just let me enjoy this a bit longer." "Incorrigible," you mutter under your breath. Pavitr chuffs at that, starts dotting kisses up and down your neck so ticklish you can't help but squirm in his hold. Kissing's nice with him, both playful and comforting. He could thrill you with a kiss on the forehead, shut your unquiet mind off with a press of his mouth to yours. It's almost as if he uses his lips to pour out the overflowing fondness he's got into your very soul, trying to fill the void spots others have left behind with his brand of syrupy-sweet heartsong. A potent sap to glue the seams of old claw marks together, you drink it down greedily. The little attentions he's gracing you with are sensual, yes, but you know by now that Pavitr never asks a question he doesn't know the answer to. Kissing's nice, yes, but you're meant to enjoy it here and now, as an answer and not a question, the tiny dots his soft lips make on your neck are punctuation, not ellipses. Here and now is disrupted by the gentle tug, an itch in Pavitr's countenance. You recognize it now as the way Spider-Man knows, knows to follow, to to find, to protect, save. The pulling of a thread between your souls one night that led to this moment, cocooned in each other's embrace. It pulls on him now, thick eyebrows knitting together, laugh lines deepening at the crease of his mouth. "Pav, you should go," you assure, your hands gently flattening against his shoulders. Pavitr sighs, reluctance souring his expression. "Sonu, I don't want to interrupt the date," he protests. "You had your suit on when I kissed you, I was well aware of what I was doing," you assure, trying to show on your face that you're not unhappy. "Go get 'em, and we can continue this over a bottle of wine when you get back." Pavitr considers this, before planting a fond, grateful kiss upon the apple of one cheek. He scurries to climb into his suit, his second skin. Before you know it, one foot is out the kitchen window, and he turns to you on his way out, and says: "One for the road?" You roll your eyes, call him 'insatiable', peel up his mask to kiss him once, slow and sweet. You pat his cheek fondly, and he holds your hand there with his for a beat, savoring the feel. "If you die, I will google what that word-" Pavitr stops you, two gloved fingers against your lips. "Don't finish that sentence, darling," he smoothly replies. He slips you a wink, and you kiss the fingers against your lips before he melts into the evening sky. You watch him go, roll down the window when he's out of your sight. Alone in the low light of your boyfriend's apartment, you resolve to tidy up a bit, knowing he can be short on time for that. You clear up a few stray dishes he's got in the sink, pull that wine bottle he was after down from his wine rack (you wish you could afford to have a wine rack). You get the idea to start lighting a few candles to set the mood to unwind, you're rooting around in a drawer for a lighter when you hear the window roll up again, no more than fifteen minutes after your boyfriend had left. "(You), the dishrag in the drawer. Quickly," he orders, uncharacteristic worry in his voice. Unsettled, you locate the item in question swiftly, passing it over to his outstretched hand, surprised to hear high-pitched murmurs coming from his lips. "Pav, are you okay?" you inquire. In the back of your mind, you know his healing factor will do most of the work, but you have yet to see him actually hurt since you started dating him. "I'm fine, it's not for me," he hurriedly explains, climbing carefully through the windowframe. Your confusion peaks when he tucks the dishrag into the crook of his other arm, which suddenly emits a keening cry. "What on earth is that noise?" you ask, bewildered. "Oh, little love, shhhh, shh, shh, don't cry, don't cry," Pavitr coos at the source of the sound. You watch spellbound as he retrieves the bundle from the crook of his arm, delicately unfolding it to reveal a tiny, squalling kitten, its fur dirty and wet. It's but a button high, no more than 4 weeks old, and it looks famished. Pavitr gives it a scritch between the ears with one finger, the little ball of fur obviously appreciative given the way it arches into the touch. "You were all alone in that alley, bitty fidget, no mom cat to keep you from falling into that storm drain," he croons to the kitten, half comforting it, and half explaining the situation to you. "But I heard you calling, and I found you, and you're okay now, little love, you are okay, shhhh," he soothes. "The poor thing, it must be freezing," you respond, overwhelmed by how adorable this all is (both the kitten, and also your big, strong superhero boyfriend cuddling the tiny kitten). It's total cuteness overload, save for the fact that this kitten is clearly in bad shape. "Here, hold it for a minute—I know, fidget, I know—I have to get out of my suit," Pavitr directs, passing you the swaddled, wailing kitten. "There's a love, let her hold you, there you go," You accept the bundled ball of fur, it squirms weakly in your hold. You hear beneath the strong cries a wet, warbling quality, worrying you that the kitten might be sick. "Come on, kitty, come on," you encourage, giving the kitten a vigorous rub between your toweled hands to keep it warm. The kitten responds with a sneeze. Pavitr ducks back into the room, stripped down to a simple tee and sweats. He starts up the kitchen sink, checks the temperature on the inside of his wrist before beckoning you closer. "We have to get it cleaned up, it won't last long in that state if we don't get it warm and dry again," he urges. You hold the kitten in your cupped hands while he gently works a smidgen of dish soap through the kitten's soft fur, cooing to it as the dirt and grime lifts away, running through your fingers. "What a good fidget you are, yes!" he praises in response to the kitten's annoyed chirps. "Doing so good for us, little love, and look at that, what pretty golden fur you have under all that grime!" You're almost jealous of this tiny scrap of a thing, how much your boyfriend loves on it. He's right though, the water starts running clear, revealing a thick coat the color of a late dawn. You hold it still in the towel as Pavitr carefully cleans up its face with a damp cloth, freeing the kitten to open up dusky blue eyes, the color of a kitten too young to be without its mother. You borrow his blow dryer to dry the kitten off so it won't get sick, the fur fluffing up nicely under the heat. It's a pom-pom of dense goldenrod fluff by the time you're through with it, taking wobbly steps across the towel. "Do you think it's a male or a female?" you ask. "Beats me," Pavitr admits. "I don't know how to tell if it's healthy or if it needs milk or anything either." An idea comes to mind, you whip out your phone and start furiously googling. "Are you...googling how to tell the sex of the kitten?" he asks. "No, I'm looking for an emergency vet that's still open," you answer, face still buried in your phone's screen. "I mean, it fell down a drain, we should make sure it's not really sick or hurt or..." "That's...a good point. I'll grab the car keys, you grab a box to put the munchkin in," he concedes. ---- "A little boy, huh," Pavitr murmurs, the kitten in question mewling loudly from the carrier he's been placed in at the vet's office. The kitten received a mostly clean bill of health, but was given some medicine to help with the wet sounds coming from his chest. The poor thing has been through the wringer, loaded up on flea prevention, vaccines, a nail trim, he's scared and he wants his mother. "Yeah, a brave little boy." you remark, releasing him into the produce box you'd hastily grabbed from your apartment to serve as an impromptu playpen. Tomorrow, you'd have to find something better, but for now, you're sitting cross legged on the living room floor, watching the fluff ball with rapt attention. Pavitr gives you an appreciative once-over, you're still in the dress you went to dinner with him in, covered now by one of his heavier coats. "I'm sorry I ruined our date," he apologizes. "What...no, you didn't ruin anything," you refuse. "If anything, this was a pretty damn good way to end the evening, unexpected but still good." "Ah, but I was gonna pour you some wine, rizz you up, put on a movie so we could cuddle and make out on the couch—" he elucidates. "Let me stop you right there," you cut him off. "First of all, it is current year, there is no fucking way we are still saying 'rizz'". "Oh, come on," Pavitr whines. "Let me finish," you hold up your hand. "Secondly, yes, that would have been a great way to end the date. But so was getting to experience this with you, it's...it's nice getting to save a kitten's life together. I'm happy because it was with you, Pav. I don't care what it is we're doing, I'm just happy I got to share it with you. I wanna share all the things with you, someday." Pav's smile is relieved, impossibly fond. The kitten mewls in the background, clambering around on the blankets lining the box. There's words he wants to spit out, you can tell, but he swallows them back down. "Thank you, dove, I...hey, we should name him," he says. "You're keeping him?" you ask, surprised that he's up for this kind of responsibility with his...busy schedule. "Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, I wanna keep him. There's gotta be a reason I was able to hear him, maybe this was it." "The cat distribution system's timing is always right," you chuckle. "The other reason I wanna keep him is because I found him with you," he states. You don't know how you should respond to that. But the sentiment is bubbly, full in your chest, like the tiny bubbles of the Prosecco you had over dinner. "I'm glad," you say. "I'm happy I could do this with you, and I hope that extends to helping you pick a name." "Oh it does, sonu," he replies. "I'm coming up with blanks right now, maybe you could help me think of something?" The kitten is screeching now, his squalling mighty, demanding your attention. His golden fur is puffed up around his chest, he'd be threatening if he weren't a little wisp of a thing. "He kinda reminds me of a lion," you ponder aloud. "Like that scene in The Lion King where baby Simba was trying to scare off the hyenas by trying to roar at them." "Sheru, then," Pavitr proclaims, gathering the kitten up in his arms. His voice wraps around the word in a way you know he wants to keep saying it. "Sheru?" you ask. "It's Hindi for lion," he explains, lifting the aforementioned kitten up to give him a kiss on his pink nose. "I thought you spoke Marathi, though," you wonder, confused. "Mmm, I can speak both," he extrapolates. "Marathi's my mother tongue, but I've learned Hindi as well, a little bit of some others too." Sheru nuzzles into his cheek. "Well I like it, it's a wonderful name," you affirm. "You're good at coming up with names for things...like me." "I wouldn't disagree with that assessment, darling," he quips with a sly wink that makes your heart skip a beat. "Hey, you should get to hold him too, you did half the work." "I thought you'd never ask," you say. Pavitr passes you the kitten, who settles into the curve of your hands. "Oh, hello, cutiepie!" you gush. "Welcome home, Sheru!" Pavitr watches you, besotted as you play with Sheru, how joyful you look nuzzling against the tiny ball of fur. You look so peaceful, the most peaceful you've been since he's met you, and it fills his heart complete in a way it hasn't felt in years. He knows now that he has to tell you. The word lodged in his throat comes floating, floating up, before it passes through his lips like a prayer. "Beloved," he says, simply. You freeze, putting Sheru in your lap as you turn to face him where he sits next to you. "In Marathi, Ahava means beloved," he tells you. The bubbles in your chest fizzle, pop, explode inside of you, almost choking you out as you process the implication. It feels unreal, your life feels unreal, but you know it's real because the way he's looking at you with the little kitten writhing in your lap wearing his coat and the dress he bought you is bright "Y-You mean...you really...?" you stutter, the first tears beginning to prickle. "Yes, I do," he breathes, the statement sure, steady. His own eyes, full of affection, full of want, full of love are misting over now. "Oh Pav, I—I love you too, I have for a while now," you admit, your voice warbling. "You've been calling me that since..." bright "Since you asked to be my girlfriend, yes," he reveals. "I always meant it, I told you that I've always been a bit of a softie," the tear tracks run down his full cheeks. You tearfully smile, knowing that it's been a couple months since that night. For all this time, he's been waiting for you, never asking you a question he couldn't answer. He's said the words a thousand times, but never making you listen before you were ready. "Pav, can I—" "A thousand times yes, Ahava," he exhales, gathers you up into his lap, furiously kisses your tears away where they stream on your face, pours his affection, his heart into yours from where it spills out of his lips. I love you I love you I love love love you I do I do I love you I do I love you my love my girl my perfect precious sweet girl my darling little love I love you— bright