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IM IN LOVE WITH THIS

the less time, the better. part 7.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: still reeling from the events of what happened on niflheim, you grapple with having heimdall by your side while surrounded by people who hate him.

notes: thank you all so much for the continued love and support on this silly little series. this is taking so long because i fluctuate in and out of my god of war obsession.. so i'm very sorry for making you all wait forever lol. tagged everyone who was tagged last time, but if you're no longer interested please let me know! thank you again and please enjoy this chapter and the canon divergences <3

your father didn't know who he was at first— heimdall. he stared at him with narrowed eyes for a few moments then turned his attention back to you, his gaze softening as soon as he did so. you could feel his presence behind you. you could tell he felt out of place, scared.. these people, this man standing in front of him was the one who killed his brother, his nephews. even if he was never particularly close to them in the first place.. they all meant something to someone, didn't they?

did he? did he mean something to anyone? if kratos killed him right then and there.. would someone back in asgard care? would his father mourn him?

he shoved the thought out of his head and kept focused on the task at hand. the man in front of him had yet to pull out a weapon, so he didn't either. instead, his eyes drifted to you, only for you to be looking at him already.

"who is this?" your father's voice rang out in the silence, echoing throughout the branches of the yggdrasil. "that's.. uh," you chuckled awkwardly, lips pressed together in a thin line as you turn your focus back to him. "let's get home first, yeah?" you changed the subject, deciding that having him sit down for this whole conversation would be better than having it here.

he only grunted, still eyeing him suspiciously.

deciding to take the initiative, you gestured for him to follow after you. he was stuck here now, at least for the time being, and you know odin would want him back. with him at sindri's.. you had a feeling that the environment would be far from a calm one. you wanted to groan at that realization. why did you have to reach out to him like that? it would've been fine if he was still there!

the gateway door opened and you walked through, the feeling of warmth washing over you as you did so. heimdall followed after you and your father came close behind, his eyes still focused on him.

this would be awkward, and this would be horrible. what kind of reasonable explanation was there for an aesir god to be here? you supposed the only thing to do was tell the truth and hope that they would understand. but would they, really? heimdall wasn't their friend. they didn't know him like you did.

they didn't see that vulnerable side of him that you saw back on niflheim. that conversation replayed over and over in your mind as you pushed the door open to sindri's house. this would be horrible, you told yourself.. but you'd get through it. you got through everything.

"y/n!" you heard atreus' voice approach you, arms immediately wrapping around you as you got inside. you chuckled, returning his hug after recovering from the impact of him running at you. "i missed you," you told him, pulling away enough to look at him. "i missed you-" he cut himself off, brows furrowing as his eyes shifted from you to heimdall, who looked incredibly uncomfortable by this entire situation.

"who's that?" he asked, looking back at you. he pulled away, tilting his head as he took in heimdall's appearance. his eyes widened as he settled on the horn on his back and he turned his head to look at you once more. "don't-" you cut him off before he could say anything else, lips pursed into a fake smile. he blinked a few times and let out a sigh.

"heimdall?" freya's voice sounded out from across the house, hands on her hips as she walked towards you. you heard your father grunt again, in frustration this time. you expected he would have more to say about this whole thing, but he seemed suspiciously silent.

"frigg," heimdall spoke up for the first time since arriving on the branches of the yggdrasil. "don't call me that," she replied without missing a beat. "what is he doing here?" she asked you. you knew she had little personal history with him.. but she surely didn't like him all the same. anyone associated with odin was horrible in her book.

"i didn't mean to.. bring him with me," you muttered. by now, the entire house surrounded you. atreus had left to go pick up mimir from your father's room, knowing that he would want to watch whatever happened. "it was an accident, really." you sighed, scratching at the back of your neck.

"an accident?" sindri said. "it should've only been one person.." he murmured. you assumed it was directly only to himself than to you or anyone else as he eyed heimdall. "can he leave?" brok's voice rang out, arms crossed over his chest. "he ain't supposed to be here," he continued after a pause, referring to your obvious plan to kill odin. you were sure he knew about that already.

you let out a breath. this had been going better than you'd expected.

"no." you heard your father say from behind you, deep baritone echoing throughout the confines of the house. "we use him."

"what?" atreus asked, brows furrowed. in his hand, mimir seemed to already know what he was suggesting.

"we keep him here. begin ragnarok under our terms. use him as leverage."

heimdall laughed, shaking his head. "if you think the allfather will come for me, you'd be sorely mistaken."

it seemed like, in your time away from asgard, he had taken some time to think about his relationship with his father. had he finally realized that he only ever wanted to use him as a tool? he had never cared for him. did he know that, now?

"he will want the horn." your father muttered, eyes narrowing at heimdall as they had done so many times before. you swore you could see something fall in his eyes at the realization that he was right. he wouldn't want his son. he would want the horn.

he fell silent, clearly unhappy. there was a part of you that wanted to rub it in his face— the fact that you were right— but the other wanted to comfort him. you pushed the thought aside, your eyes focusing in on the rest standing around you.

sindri's expression was a wary one. an aesir, in his house? you were sure he hated the thought of it, but he didn't speak up to voice his concerns about it either. brok looked like he wanted to punch heimdall then and now and freya's expression almost matched his.

freyr had been suspiciously quiet the entire time, but that silence was quickly broken. "no," he laughed, shaking his head. "his family burned me alive." he held out his arms in front of him, eyes trailing down to look at his burnt skin that had never fully healed. "sorry, but no. it's a no from me." he said after a pause.

freya seemed torn on the whole idea. you knew she had only recently mended the relationship she had with her brother, and disagreeing could put another rift between them. she pursed her lips. "if he gets me closer to killing odin, so be it." she said.

"fine," mimir spoke. "but i won't like it!" he continued after a brief pause.

you heard tyr sigh from where he stood, his eyes studying heimdall who had still yet to say anything else since your father pointed out how odin would want the horn back. "this isn't a good idea," he settled on saying, eyes shifting over you and to your father who now stood next to you.

"i say we do it," atreus chimed in, cutting him off from saying anything else.

you felt their eyes on you, all waiting for your thoughts. your gaze trailed over to him, lips pursed. would it be better here for him? could he eventually be an ally? would he ever want to be? you could only imagine the turmoil he was dealing with in his mind. his bright purple eyes met yours briefly, and you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.

"yeah, okay." you concluded, awkwardly looking around at everyone else. you could only hope that this was the right decision. a decision that led you and everyone else down the right path.

"that settles it, then!" brok exclaimed. "majority rules, he stays." he stated.

freyr looked uncomfortable and you felt bad for making him deal with this. you understood why he didn't want him around.. but he could help. he could, if he wanted to.

with the conversation concluded, everyone split apart, looking over their shoulder as if heimdall would attack them right then and there. you cleared your throat. the only people next to you now were him and your father.

"he's alright," you muttered. it was something you would never imagine saying when you first met him, but it was the truth. he was cocky and annoying and full of himself.. but he was alright. your thoughts drifted back to the moment you'd shared in niflheim, how he had looked at you as though you were the only person in the realms he cared about.

your father said nothing in response to you, his eyes now focused on the wall in front of him. you could only watch him walk away, your heart sinking as he did.

you couldn't help but to think you'd disappointed him.

before you could dig yourself into an even deeper hole, you turned your focus back to heimdall. he looked a little more grounded now and you had wondered what he was thinking about when the entire conversation was happening. you cleared your throat, chest feeling heavy at the entire situation.

"c'mon." you told him, gesturing for him to follow you. you led him out the front door and onto the branches of the yggdrasil again. everything felt much lighter than it did with your father.

"your father," he cut himself off, swallowing. "he is right, y'know. you were right." he murmured, gaze stuck onto the ground beneath his feet. "everything i did, i did to make him proud." he admitted with a sigh, looking up towards the endless purple above the two of you.

you had brought him to the garden on the side of the house, a place you spent a lot of time at before you ever went to asgard. "i know," you told him, turning your head to look at him. a sigh escaped your lips as you took his hand in your own.

"he wouldn't dream of coming for me." his voice fell to a whisper. "he wants.. the horn." he laughed in disbelief. "i dedicated my entire life to him and i got nothing in return. but why do i still feel.. "

"feel what?"

"guilty. for thinking this way." he replied after a pause.

"you shouldn't. you were.. manipulated, heimdall." his name fell from your lips easily, but he was always happy to hear you say it anyways. "he used you. it's what he does. he uses people." you continued. "but you're his son. it's.. not your fault, for believing that he loved you."

"he never loved me, did he?"

you pursed your lips, deciding to squeeze on his hand instead of saying anything else. in your eyes, the answer was no. odin loved power and he would do anything to get it, including using his own sons.

he shook his head. he still didn't want to believe it all, but he knew it was all true. your words had perhaps gotten through to him too well.

"hey," your voice cut him out of his thoughts and brought him back into reality. "you've got me, now." you hummed, a small smile forming on your lips as you met his eyes. there was something about your gaze that was playful, full of light. something that he needed— that he wanted.

still, he said nothing in response. with every second you spent with him you swore he let you in more. what happened to the less time, the better? you had practically lived off of that statement during your time in asgard. the less time you spent with heimdall, the better it was for you. you supposed the sentiment was still true. after all.. if he wasn't with you on niflheim, perhaps you would be here by yourself and you would never see heimdall again.

that wasn't what you wanted, was it?

it was crazy to think about how quickly your mind changed. he had wiggled his way into your thoughts first, and now he was making himself a home in your heart. a part of you still hated that.

you could only hope everyone else would get used to having him around.

"your father," he started, "he killed my family."

"i know." you replied.

"did you?" he asked.

you immediately knew what he was referring to. while you had no part in the deaths of magni or modi.. your part in baldur's was much bigger. while you didn't strike the killing blow you were certainly part of how he had gotten weak enough to get there.

"i was.. there," you told him. "i.. participated. i wasn't the one who killed him. but i was part of the reason why he died."

heimdall pursed his lips. it wasn't like your answer was surprising. he didn't even know why he cared so much. perhaps it was because baldur was younger than he was. perhaps it was because he had watched him grow up, he had grown alongside him, even. it wasn't like he was close to him. but he would be lying if he said his death didn't bother him.

maybe it bothered him so much because it meant ragnarok. it meant the end, and that scared him more than he would like to admit.

"not a day goes by where i don't think about him." you admitted. your words were truthful. you were certain you would never live a day without picturing his face in your mind. would you always feel as guilty as you do for your part in his death? the answer to it, you didn't know. but you had come to terms with that you had done all the same.

"i'm sure." he said in response, his back pressed up against the wall of sindri's house.

"i'm sorry i brought you here," you changed the topic, "i didn't mean to, really." you sighed.

"it's done now, isn't it?"

you supposed he was right. it was done now, and there was no changing the past.

"still. i'm sorry."

"if you hadn't taken me with you, do you know what i would be doing?" he asked, shifting his gaze to look at you from where he stood. you shook your head.

"i would be patrolling the wall, as i always do. and i would be thinking of you." he laughed, a smile forming on his lips. his grin looked like he was in disbelief. "i would be thinking of you, y/n. that is what i would be doing. but i don't have to do that now, because you brought me here." he breathed out.

"perhaps i should be the one thanking you." he chuckled.

you pressed your lips into a thin line. you thought back to that moment in the mess hall. it felt like forever ago, now. you had teased him, claiming he had feelings for you. t felt like he really did.

would you complain, if he did?

it would be difficult, given the fact that no one in your family was a fan of him. but if you liked him.. why would that matter? after all, your life is your own.

"sounds like you're in love with me." you decided to say, your voice taking on that same tone as it did in the mess hall. only now, it sounded more genuine. less playful and more curious.

"what if i was?" he asked in response, turning his entire body to look at you, now.

"i'd think you were lying."

"i'm not lying. i don't lie." he scoffed. "i do.. feel a certain way for you, y'know." he admitted, purple eyes meeting yours. you swore that you could get lost in them. they almost looked like the sky surrounding you now.

"do you?" you asked.

he nodded.

"i can prove it."

"oh, can you?" you laughed, rolling your eyes.

"would you like me to?" he asked, his voice matching your tone from earlier. suddenly.. this all felt much more serious.

"yeah, okay." you whispered to him.

your words were all he needed to take action. in one swift move, his hand came to rest on your hip and pulled you closer to him. his other hand caressed your cheek, and his lips pressed against yours.

you froze for a moment. 'is this really happening?' you thought to yourself, but it was— it was happening, and you liked that fact. after regaining your composure, you found yourself gripping onto the fabric of his shirt. as you ran your hand over it, you noticed a tear. sewn up now, but a tear, nonetheless.

this was the outfit that he was wearing the day he meant you. this was the shirt you cut through. the shirt that you embarrassed him in, and now the shirt he was kissing you in.

it wasn't very long, but it was enough. he pulled away with a sigh, but quickly pressed his forehead to yours, eyes opening to look at you.

"how is that for proof, hm?" he hummed. you could tell from his voice that he was trying to tease you. you rolled your eyes, shoving at him playfully.

what did this make you?

you didn't know.

maybe everything would be okay after all.

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alisblackgf · 1 year ago

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I LOVE THIS SM

FEAR

(as always requests are open and masterlist is pinned)

Pyeon sang-wook x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of death, a tiny kiss at the end.

Notes: thanks to my pooks @il-i-sam for helping me edit this, I wrote this at school and it was really rushed and had grammatical mistakes! You're amazing MWAH MWAH MWAH!

Pyeon sang-wook was always a man of few words and actions. He always believed relationships to be unimportant. Especially now.

Sometimes, he didn't want friendships either. He liked being alone, at least most of the time.

There had been times when he'd thought of getting up and joining the others during "dinner" but he was afraid. Afraid of what they saw him as. A monster, a murderer.

So even if he actually wanted a friendship (or more), he didn't have anywhere to start. Well, that's not entirely true. But again, he was afraid. Of what? He wasn't sure either.

But he knew that you'd be his starting point. Though he didn't know how long he had, since he never showed any signs of accepting your silent invitation to a friendship. You'd been there for him since he joined the group, everyone was afraid of him, made remarks about his scars.

But you didn't. You never said anything bad about him, he even heard you defend him once. You'd defended him multiple times. He just happened to have heard you once.

"Oh my god... I can't stand seeing his face. It looks so scary... Who knows what it's from?" The lady with the dog had said.

He'd heard her, but just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard you too.

"With all due respect. You don't know what it's from. And you shouldn't judge. You're a full grown adult woman. And yet you still make assumptions based on someone's appearance." It was what you had said to her.

He left after hearing that. A small smile formed on his face, which he forced down after realising.

Right now it was dinner time, he had stopped eating with everyone a while ago. He didn't mind not eating, but you did. You'd always get him a plate and find him, wherever he was.

He was sitting in the grave room, staring at the ground, when you walked in. You walked over and kneeled down in front of him, handing him his food. You had learned not to try to start a conversation, he wasn't much of a talker. You noticed.

You sat by him, leaving enough space for him to be comfortable. And started to eat.

Imagine your surprise when you heard his voice. Directed towards you. "Why don't you hate me? Like everyone else. I don't need pity."

You shook your head and moved closer. "I don't pity you. I know you can handle yourself. I just cannot stand seeing people be treated in a way they don't deserve. And you don't deserve to be seen as a scary murderer. Even if you don't think that."

He raised a brow at your words, still not looking at you. "I murdered someone. With a hammer right in front of you." He pointed out the obvious.

You turned fully towards him, placing your food down and sitting crisscross. "Most people here are scared of you because they believe the man you killed was innocent."

Now interested in where this was going, he turned his upper body to face you. "And you don't?" He questioned.

"I've lived here since I was little. I remember when he moved in, when my mum sent me to bring him a cake as a welcome gift, and when I found his door open and walked inside that room..." You hoped he'd understand; you hoped he'd seen the room, and you didn't have to explain.

And based on his reaction, he did. His eyes widened—the most obvious showcase of emotions you've ever seen from him.

"I've never run out of a room faster in my life." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he just shook his head.

He was glad someone understood him. You stood up. Stretching. "You should eat." You pointed out before going towards the door, but before you exited, you turned back. "Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, it shouldn't be too hard to find me."

About a week passed, and he did talk to you almost every day. Even though they were just general chats, it felt good for him to be able to talk freely to someone again.

Right now, you sat there, talking about what you did before this whole ordeal.

Well, more like him hearing you talk. But he didn't mind; he loved listening to your stories.

But your talking was cut short by a terrible screech coming from the hall, accompanied by Su Yeong's screaming.

Immediately, you stood up and rushed over, seeing Mr. Han shooting at the spider like monster that was chasing the young girl. You rushed and picked her up. "Come on!"

You shouted to Mr. Han, who followed you as fast as he could in his wheelchair.

You ran down a ramp, but Mr. Han's wheelchair got stuck, and he fell off of it. You placed Su-Yeong down and told her to go into the room where you previously were with Sang-Wook.

She wanted to help Mr. Han, but you assured her that you'd help him, and she rushed off into the room. You heard her crying to Sang-Wook. Asking for his help.

You spun around on your heel and bent down, helping Mr. Han back into his wheelchair. You ushered him inside the room as well. As soon as he entered the room, the monster quickly jumped on you, stabbing one of its legs into your torso.

You screamed out in pain, but you fought back as much as you could. But the pain was unbearable. You were about to pass out, and the last thing you saw was Cha Hyun-Soo coming to your rescue, and you heard Su-Yeong screaming, everyone else gasping, and Sang-Wook calling out to you. Then it all went black.

Once you regained consciousness, you saw Yu-ri sitting next to you, patching you up.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished up her work on your wound.

"Could be better. What happened?" She patted your shoulder, told you about how Hyun-Soo had killed the monster, and assured you that everyone was safe.

You let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again. But you were met with a different face.

Sang-wook was sitting in Yu-ri's place, and you heard the door close. He looked genuinely worried, which made you smile and sit up. With his help, you managed to rest your back on the wall behind you.

"What were you thinking, huh? You could've died." He didn't sound angry at all. You simply placed a hand on his arm and answered.

"I could have, yes. But I would've been fine with it as long as Su-Yeong and Mr. Han didn't." He groaned at your response and sat next to you on the makeshift bed. Placing his hands on either side of you.

"You might have been okay with it. But I wouldn't." You went to speak, but he hushed you. "Listen to me. Never do something that stupid again."

You smirked and leaned closer. "And why do you care?" He scowled at you slightly. And without a verbal answer, he placed his lips on yours.

You were taken aback; you didn't expect it at all. But you weren't complaining. You've been spending a lot of time together. You would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some kind of feeling for the man.

"Is that a good enough reason for me to care?" He asked. He didn't have his usual cold and emotionless demeanour this time. He looked genuinely concerned, worried, and happy at the same time.

"It is." You said, and hugged the man.

This was an outcome you wouldn't have expected at all. Not the bad kind, though.

#sweet home netflix #pyeon sangwook x reader #pyeon sang wook #sang wook x reader #sweet home imagines #sweet home x reader #sweet home

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alisblackgf · 1 year ago

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okok hear me out.... yk the scene in s1 where the old guy (mr han i think) hugs hyun su and hyun su basically kills him with his monster wing thing what if reader took mr hans place and hyun su killed reader, but then reader comes back as a neohuman and they reunite in s2 (i hope this made sense pls im bad at explaining)

someone cooked here. LMAO anon you're a genius

rememberance

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: cha hyun-su x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: hurt/comfort(?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you died by his hands, and he never forgave himself for it. that was until he saw you standing alive and well in front of him.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i didn't know if i wanted to make it an established relationship or not, so that's up to you! also when i finished this i thought it was way longer than it actually was. hopefully you still enjoy it!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of death, blood, basically anything you'd see in sweet home

"it's not your fault."

your voice echoed in his mind continuously. part of him wishes he could forget, the other part of him wishes it'd stay forever.

he remembered the way your arms wrapped around him, even when your skin was pierced by his wing.

"it's not your fault," you whispered, your grasp slightly loosening due to your injuries. you could feel yourself slipping away.

you used your final breaths to reassure him, relief taking over your features when his wing turned back into his arm, and the pure blackness of his eyes returned to the eyes you'd stare into with adoration.

once he fully processed the situation, he held you tightly and cried into you. you held him back for as long as you could, and once he felt your arms let him go, he cried harder.

he remembered how your lifeless body felt. the weight of you was still there, but everything else that made you you was gone.

it had been a year since it happened. he thought it'd get better with time, but it hadn't. he catches himself thinking about you more often than he should, but he can't—he won't—let himself forget you.

he didn't think that his determination to keep your memory alive would lead to hallucinations of you. was he hallucinating?

eun-yu stood next to him, and upon seeing you, she ran up to you and hugged you. you hugged her back and gave her a soft smile. she pulled away, and your gaze landed on him.

he definitely wasn't hallucinating.

he looked different than when you last saw him. his hair grew out a bit more, and you observed his shirt.

it looked cut up, and you could only assume it was from his wing. the same one that "killed" you. you winced at the memory, convinced you could almost feel the tears in your skin again.

you had changed, too, though. your hair was different, more suitable to the outbreak of monsters, and your choice of clothing was, too. it's not something he expected you to wear, but it looked good on you.

he walked towards you and you stood before him, unmoving, just as shocked as he was.

"hyun-su?" you reached out to touch his face, and once he felt your touch, he gave a shaky sigh and tears began to fall.

you wiped his tears and gently shushed him, pulling him into an embrace. he buried his face into your neck, mumbling apologies.

"i'm sorry," he cried into you, just like he did when your pierced skin leaked blood onto him.

"i know. it wasn't your fault." you held him tight, expressing that your grasp wouldn't falter this time, and you let him stay in your arms as long as he needed to, because this time, you weren't going anywhere.

#zackyrie writes #sweet home #sweet home x reader #sweet home 2 #sweet home season 2 #cha hyun su #cha hyun su x reader #cha hyun su imagine #cha hyun soo #cha hyun soo x reader

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alisblackgf · 1 year ago

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i just watched s2 of sweet home and the absolute lack of sweet home fics on here is criminal (its been 4 days since its release and im insane)

i wanna try writing for it though so send in requests and i will try my absolute hardest to write

#zac has spoken #sweet home #sweet home x reader #sweet home 2 #sweet home season 2

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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To Love, To Lose

Fandom: Insomniac Spider-Man

Summary: Harry shows up to May's house while you and MJ deliberate. He seems... different.

Word Count: 1068

Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader (romantic - established)

Trigger(s): Cursing, Light angst

A/n: I wrote this in 10 minutes and I wasn't going to post it b/c I didn't think it was up to my usual standard? But hey, the Harry Osborn fans have such little content, so why not. Might delete later, but feel free to request something!

MJ was pacing around in May’s house while talking to Peter on the phone when knocks came from the front door.

“I’ll get it,” you told her. You were already jittery enough with the state of the city and you needed to move around.

Pete’s voice was barely audible from MJ’s phone, saying, “Just… try to stay away from Harry. He’s not himself anymore.”

You shuddered and toyed with a hair tie on your wrist. The last time you saw your boyfriend, he lashed out and yelled at you to leave his apartment. It was the first time you had ever been scared of him, and unfortunately, it wasn’t the last.

You opened the door and yelped when you saw Harry leaning in the doorway with a distant, mischievous look in his eyes. You immediately went to slam the door shut, but he put his hand on the door and pushed it open with an unprecedented amount of force.

MJ had had to deliver the news of what had happened to Harry in the Oscorp lab. About how ghostly he looked, and how angry he was, and how that thing swallowed him whole. How it made a mockery of one of the kindest souls you’d ever met by speaking as if they were one.

But in front of you was Harry, your Harry, in the flesh. He looked more alive than ever before.

“Babe,” you started cautiously, hoping to appeal to whatever was left of your boyfriend. “I haven’t heard from you in while. I was worried.”

He took a slow step towards you and you fought the urge to move back. Some scuttling in the background told you MJ was searching for her gun behind the kitchen counter.

“I’ve been busy.” He took another step closer to you, and this time, you bumped into a stack of boxes behind you. His eyes traced your silhouette. “Do you know why I fell in love with you?”

You didn't even bother trying to find out where the fuck he pulled that question from. He's still there, you told yourself. Just respond how you normally would. "Because I'm hot?"

Harry put his hand on your cheek. “Charming, as always.” He let his hand fall. “It’s deceiving.”

“What do you mean?” Hurry up, MJ.

“This is me giving you a chance, love,” he drolled. “I fell in love with you because you’re always helping people. You’ve always been that way. With your work in FEAST, with Pete and his hero work, when Mom passed…” Harry’s eyes fluttered and you willed him to hold onto that bit of consciousness. “I’m better now. I have the power to make everything better. The question is, are you going to join me?”

“Harry,” you began, looking down. He grabbed your chin so that you met his gaze, with more force than need be. You squeezed your eyes shut. You were trembling now, and his grasp did not loosen. “I want to help you,” you whispered, “But this isn’t the way.”

“Look at me.”

You obliged, and locked your jaw to gather some nerve.

He took a step back and released you, seeming shocked at his own on-and-off behavior. “Are you scared of me?”

You reach out to him tentatively and brought the sides of his jacket closer to his neck. He was seeing through you, his eyes scrutinizing your every minor movement, so you said the only honest comment that felt safe to say. “I’m scared for you.”

His tendrils shot out abruptly and grabbed your arm, making you scream. “After everything we’ve been through together, you still won’t trust me. You’re so fucking blind!”

“Harry, this isn’t you.” You fought to get out of his tendrils’ grip, but they move to take hold of your neck.

“Wrong,” he grinned, applying more pressure. “This is the real me.”

Harry spasmed suddenly and fell to the floor, dropping you in the process.

"Back window," MJ ordered, taser gun in hand as she ran to meet you on the other end.

You didn't hesitate. How could you? You always thought your loyalty would overpower your survival instinct, but a loved one binding with an alien and choking you seemed to be the breaking point of that value. The feeling of betrayal burned, and you couldn't decipher it.

You ran through the kitchen and into the backroom, then vaulted through the window -- but not before grabbing a box cutter on your way out. MJ helped you to your feet, but Harry had already recovered and was in pursuit.

MJ put her hands up in surrender, and you mirrored her actions. "We love you, Harry. Do you know how much it hurts to see you like this?"

"It hurts to see me healed?" Harry laughed darkly. "Some friend you are. Maybe that's why your writing never goes anywhere."

You turned to your last ditch effort. "You're right," you told him, stepping forward while MJ stood frozen behind you. "We haven't been listening to you. You look healthier now, because of... the suit." You took a few more steps forward. His tendrils swirled behind him - he was wary, but not enough to attack. "Who's to say what else it can do? I'm scared, Harry, I won't lie. But I'm tired of not being able to save the people I love."

Harry closed the distance and took your hand. "You're ready to take that leap of faith?"

You gulped and nodded. The symbiote travelled from his arm to your enclosing around it and spreading to your chest. "One more thing, though." You pulled him closer with your free arm and whispered in his ear, "I don't go down without a fight."

You plunged the box cutter into Harry's side.

Harry didn't react. Harry wasn't there at all. The symbiote, no longer attached to the both of you, consumed Harry entirely. It was a looming, hideous monster. "Naïve. We should have known better. But you should have, too."

His tendrils shot out towards MJ. You ran to free her, but got thrown into the wall of the house by another tendril. MJ screamed and clawed at the grass, but the symbiote overcame her in angry strands of red and yellow until a smaller, more terrifying version of Harry's monster took hold of her.

"Show them what they're missing," the larger symbiote called over its shoulder before launching into the distance.

#spiderman 2 ps5 #harry osborn #harry osborn ps5 #harry osborn x reader #harry osborn ps5 x reader #insomniac spider man

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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I love him, I love him, I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him.

#he’s so cute #literally my boyfriend #harry osborn #spiderman 2 ps5 #ps5 harry osborn #insomniac games #insomniac harry osborn

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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HELL YEAH 500 REBLOGS LETS GO

thank you @babyqueen17 and everyone who got me to 500 reblogs!

ily all and im sending yall platonic kisses mwah

Hola hola! Hope you're doing ok when you get this!

May I request a fic of Hobie taking care of a burnt out reader (black fem or gns fine cuz I use all pronouns)? Like he swings into her window one night late ASF and she's still up doing schoolwork (cuz that bachelor's ain't go appear in the mail) and he's like "mama wtf are you doing up, it's damn near dawn?" And she explains that she was double shifted in her verse (and she worked those 16 hours cuz capitalism and inflation has ripped her verse a new one) then had to participate in a 4 hour long search party as her spider-persona (on top of her long ass patrol) so she didn't even have time to look at her study reviews in the day. Hobie sits there and helps her out cuz he's a big brained individual and when she gets up to grab a snack (she hadn't eaten all day, didn't even get her mandated breaks 💔) she passes out.

I'll let you take the creative wheel from there.

If you get to this, I thank you a lot and hope that you are not like our reader and overworking yourself. Make sure you've had water and a meal, my love!!

(honey anon)

HONEY ANON YOURE BACK!!! thank you, make sure you take care of yourself too 🫶

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hobie brown x spider!gn!reader (reader is intended to be black)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion, and your caring boyfriend is right there to take care of you and your responsibilities.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i just wanna thank you all for the immense support on the previous works of mine, i couldn’t be more grateful <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: contains fainting and mentions of skipping meals, which may be triggering for some. viewer discretion is advised!

you’ve been doing your schoolwork for hours.

no matter how much you stared at the problems on your paper, you couldn’t understand it. even if you could, your brain would be too tired to process it properly.

you sat at your desk and twirled your pencil with your fingers, desperately attempting to fight the wave of exhaustion that washed over you.

you already tried splashing cold water on your face, and the energy from that lasted for a good five minutes. you tried drinking coffee too, but all that did was set you up for the biggest crash of your life.

you were nodding off until you heard knocking at your window. you opened your eyes and groaned. you looked at your phone and picked it up to check the time.

4:53 am.

more knocking came from your window, which agitated you.

“can you wait a second? i’m coming,” you let out another groan before pushing out your chair and groggily walking to your window. once you reached it, you opened it and were met with your boyfriend.

“little frustrated, are we?” he teased. you stared at him blankly in response. “am i allowed in?”

you nodded and slowly moved from the window so he could climb in. you walked back to your desk and he closed the window behind himself.

“did i wake you?” he questioned, his joking tone being replaced by a slightly softer one.

you shook your head at his question.

“then what are you doing up at damn near dawn?”

“schoolwork,” you shrugged and sat down, picking up your pencil and twirling it once more. he made his way over and kneeled down next to you.

“have you slept at all?”

“no.”

“not even a nap or—”

“no, hobie,” you interrupted him, getting aggravated. you didn’t mean to direct it at him, it was the lack of sleep talking. “i was double shifted by my boss today, miguel assigned me to a four hour search party, then i had to go patrol, and on top of all of that, my professor decided to add more fuel to the fire with this stupid assignment. there’s no time to sleep in any of that.”

hobie listened to you intently, and when you were done listing your troubles, he was ready to help you.

“have you eaten anything?”

you shook your head.

“alright, then let’s start there. go ahead and grab somethin’ to eat. when you come back, then we can tackle the assignment. sound good?”

you nod and get up to get a snack, but you begin to feel lightheaded and dizzy. you stumble a bit, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by your attentive boyfriend.

he quickly gets up and paces to your side. he grabs you and holds you steady.

“hey, easy now, love. i’ve got you.”

those were the last words you heard before your body slipped into unconsciousness. the suddenness of which your body went limp caused hobie to trip a little, but he quickly adjusted and dragged you over to your bed. once he made sure your entire body was on the mattress, he tucked you in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

he looked over to your desk before walking over to it. he picked up the assignment you were struggling with and hummed.

“this shouldn’t be too hard,” he mumbled to himself before pulling the chair out to sit down and picking up your pencil.

you regained consciousness and opened your eyes, but you didn’t have the strength or energy to get up. you let your eyes close and succumbed to your tiredness.

…

once you wake up, the sun’s up and birds are chirping. you quickly sit up in a panic.

“hobie?” you call out, unaware of the shuffling right next to you.

“quiet, dove. people are tryin’ to sleep,” he mumbles as he pulls you into him, forcing you to lay down with him again. you open your mouth to protest, but it’s as if he already knows what you were going to say. “i already did your homework, wasn’t too difficult. told your boss you were takin’ the day off, told miguel you were sick, and when we wake up again, i’ll make you somethin’ to eat. everything’s taken care of, so just lay here with me for a while, yeah?”

you look at his resting face and plant a gentle kiss to his nose, and his lips lazily curl into a soft smile. he was so sweet to you and you just loved him so much. you gave in and allowed yourself to rest, snuggling further into him.

you both deserved this, why not let it last?

solicitude: care or concern for someone or something

I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED HONEY ANON <3

tags: @pr0wlerpunk

#500 reblogs #tumblr milestone #thank you #zac has spoken #zac’s announcements

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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I LOVE THIS TYSM RAE

P.s- I love you

Person: 1610!Miles morales

Afab!reader

Requested:|Yes|No|

@alisblackgf : can I get earth-1610!miles x Reader where they’re childhood best friends and are just like. In love with each other. And then confess. IDK IM A SUCKER FOR FLUFF AND CONFESSIONS

Warnings: angst(?), slight cussing, both miles and reader being Extremely oblivious to each other’s feelings, miles and reader are both 16 bc I feel like it’s more realistic for 16 year olds to have this sort of issues(idk man), the ending is rushed ngl

Translations; Amor: love, Mi Vida: My Life, Mi Corazón: my heart

Tags: @alisblackgf

Ever since you could remember you knew miles..

See growing up your mother was a hairstylist, so that meant she knew any and everyone.

From the browns to the jakobs…

But there was always one name that stood out most

Morales…

Your mother was friends with Rio and your father with Jefferson-which automatically made you friends with their son, miles.

Miles was a sweet boy, always doing right and helping out his family

But

Boy was he shy

When you all first met he never walked away from his mom’s side, which you thought was weird since you were only 5

But as time grew miles warmed up to you, and you realized just how amazing he was

And I mean so amazing that all you wanted to do was be around him

So your mom made plans and before you know it, you lived a couple blocks down from the Morales’s

Every birthday was spent at each other’s houses

Every Christmas

Every thanksgiving

Any and everything was done together..

You and miles grew up close together, so close that even some would say it was the universe proving how you both were meant to be

He was your corazón

And you

His vida…

🕷️

12 years later

You had officially made it to the same school as miles, and would not leave him alone.(not that he minded, you were his girl after all..even if he hadn’t said it yet)

He was your boy and you made sure everyone knew that…

Especially that little Gwen Stacy chick.

When miles first told you about her you thought she was alright, she seemed smart, and she had an interest in the drums

He told you how they met and how he wouldn’t clarify it as them being friends

But still, the way he talked about her made it seem different..

You weren’t the jealous type, but something about her was off…

And then next thing you knew, he was always leaving with her

“Sorry [___], Me and Gwen have some plans after school, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

At first you thought it was ok, miles was making more friends and you were happy for him…

But every time you would ask him to hang or even walk home together he would always say he had plans with Gwen…

“I promised Gwen I’d help her with something today, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

It was all bout her

“Ah [___], I forgot me and Gwen have to do something right now, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

Normally you wouldn’t care if he flaked but you had something for him…

A letter.

You had spent hours on perfecting it

Now it was just about giving it to him…

But maybe you’d wait a little.

🕷️

And so that’s what you did,

You waited..

Hours had became days…

days turned into nights….

And nights went into weeks.

And then you realized

Nothing was going to change unless you made the change and reached out

And so the very next day, you did…

🕷️

Rio, miles mom let you in after school telling you how happy she was to see you and how miles was In his room

You thanked her and made your way to his, the path now unfamiliar since the last time you had been there

Which was-if you could remember-a week or two

As you neared his door you could hear hushed voices.

You leaned in slowly, pressing your ear to the door

“Im telling you Gwen, she’s amazing”

A confused look spread onto you face as you continued to listen

“Then why can’t you confess to her miles?”

Confess…confess to who?

“I don’t know, I mean we’ve been best friends for forever…I don’t wanna ruin things…”

W-was he talking about you?

“If shes a True Friend like you say she is, then she’ll hear you out-”

And suddenly it went quiet

“I got to go miles, Peter needs me back at his”

Then the window was shut

And that’s when you decided you would enter…

“Miles we need to tal-” You froze, there miles was, standing on his ceiling in what looked like a spiderman suit

“[___] I can explain!”

You watched in horror as your best friend jumped from his ceiling to his floor in a matter of seconds

“WHATS THERE TO EXPLAIN MILES??” You were livid, how could he keep something like this from you?

“Uhm im Spiderman….”

You stared at him a furious expression plastered on your face

“WELL I KNOW THAT NOW…”

Miles visibly cringed hearing you yell at him

“[___] Please calm down!, my moms gonna think something’s up!”

You glared at him

And then you put two and two together

“Miles…”

He looked at you, a soft smile forming onto his face

“Yea?”

“Gwen knows…doesn’t she?”

You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth

“She was the first person to know”

And you felt your heart shatter even more..

“Alright..yea, no that’s-it’s fine” You hurriedly turned to leave as tears threatened to spill down your face

“[___] don’t be like that, please amor” You felt his hand grab your wrist, and for the first time in weeks…you felt his skin…

And god everything was telling you to turn around and forgive him..

“D-don’t call me that miles”

But you didn’t… instead you ripped your wrist away from his grasp as you glared at him

Miles heart broke seeing your cold gaze…

And then something caught his eye.

“[___] w-whats that?”

You froze, he was never meant to see the envelope..especially not after what just happened

“It’s nothing”

You hurriedly tried to hide it, but you were too late

“Mi Vida, please!” He desperately pleaded

And you froze, the nickname you had came to love was now being used against you to get you to respond… and so you did

“Fine, you wanna know what it is so bad?!”

He anxiously nodded his head

“It’s a dumb letter..” You looked anywhere but him, not trying to see his face after what you where about to say

“I’ve been trying to confess to you for years miles…” your voice soft as you thought about all the times you wanted to tell him you loved him

“But you never got the hint…s-so I thought I’d write you a letter”

You finally held up the red and black envelope.

you watched as he took it from your hands, his gaze fixated on the little hearts and sunflowers that decorated the front

“Amor, I’m sorry, if I had known I would’ve made time for you I promise!”

You scoffed

“Miles cut the bull!”

He stared at you confused

“You would have Never, made time for me, and…I know that know”

He shook his head no, his mouth opening to speak…

But no words came out

And so you nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes before looking at him

Nothing was said as you turned to leave…

And nothing was said as you did

Miles laid awake that night.

he couldn’t sleep, not after what you told him all those hours ago

Earlier…

Rio had saw how you left, tears streaming down your face as broken sobs left your mouth

She immediately went to go check on miles and what she saw broke her heart even more…

Miles was on the floor, pictures of you and him scattered around him as he himself let out broken sobs

Present

Miles couldn’t believe what you had told him

You had liked him for years…and he was so dense that he couldn’t realize it

And now it was too late…

He had lost you

God, if only he had payed more attention to you then maybe he would of gotten the letter sooner

Wait…

The letter..

THE LETTER!

Miles was quick to jump up and find the envelope

He looked around his already messy room until the red and plack cover caught his eye

Quickly he picked it up and opened it

His eyes welded up with tears as he read what you had wanted to tell him for years…

——————————————————

To mi corazón,

As I’m writing this I realize how corny it is.

I mean this isn’t a movie, but I just thought that making this would help me get of few things off my chest…

So here I go

Miles..

You don’t know how much you mean to me, when we first met I thought you were this shy nerdy little boy, But as we matured I came to realize that you were much much more.

You’re caring, and compassionate,

You’re not afraid to help someone in need,

You’re smart and funny,

You’re everything anyone could ever want…

So as I sit here writing this, I think…

I think about how we met.

I think about how we begged our families to live next to each other.

I think about our movie nights.

I think about our first day in elementary together.

I think about how our moms used to match us up in the same outfits.

I think about our first day of Highschool.

I think about how everyone would tell us we were meant for each other.

And I think about how the universe has kept us together…

Miles I was the luckiest girl in the world to meet you.

No matter what…

I won’t ever be mad at you.

I won’t ever not be there for you.

I won’t ever not appreciate you.

And I won’t ever doubt you.

Miles morales you’re the most perfect guy a girl could meet.

All always be your Vida and you, my Corazón

-[___]

Oh! And

P.s -

I love you

——————————————————

“Shit” he cursed whipping the fallen tears from his cheeks

He looked around his room until he spots his suit, he quickly grabbed it slipping the material on as he rushed to the window

Miles needed to talk to you…

🕷️

There you lay, tears streaming down your face as your music blasted through your room.

Your parents had night jobs, so that meant that they would sleep all day and go to work at night, which left little to no time for you…

But you didn’t mind it, you liked being by yourself

You could draw, watch tv, and blast music without any consequences…

Even if someone called the cops you wouldn’t be in trouble

(9 x out of 10 it was mr. Jefferson that came and he would just let you off with a warning)

You were zoned out thinking about everything that happened today,

You found out miles was Spider-Man

You confessed to him

And then you left.

When you had arrived home you went straight to the shower,

After your shower you put your playlist on shuffle and laid in bed

Which is what your still doing

And then..

There was a tap on your window

And another

And then it stopped.

You let out a breath of relief

And then you heard it..

“Amor..”

“Amor, Are You awake?”

Peering over you pillow you came face to face with Spider-Man or now as you know

Miles…

“What’re you doing here miles..or should I say spiderman?”

He let out a soft groan at your tone of voice

“Cmon [___] don’t be like that”

You rolled over, turning away from him

“I read the letter…”

You froze but quickly regained your composure

“Oh goody”

Miles huffed, jumping on your ceiling and crawling over back to face you

“Did you mean it, everything you said…?”

You were quite for a moment, until you opened your eyes to finally face him

“….yea…”

He smiled and it instantly warmed your heart

“Do you forgive me?”

You let out a soft laugh as a smile made its way to your face

“….yea…”

You both went quite just staring at each other

“[___]”

“Yes miles”

“Can we cuddle?”

You let out a snort but quickly shook your head yes

“…..yes miles..”

He crawled(literally)into your bed wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you flush to his body

“Oh and Ps”

He mumbled into your neck

“I love You too”

BONUS

“You’re so corny Miles”

You let out a laugh as he quickly spoke up

“You started it!”

“….Nuh uh”

“[___]!!”

“BOTH OF YOU GO TO SLEEP”

You and miles stared at each other with shocked expressions

You looked up catching Gwen in her spider suit

“GWEN???”

“WAIT, GWEN??”

She waved before leaving

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #x reader #across the spiderverse

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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WE MADE IT TO 1K NOTES OMG THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT <3 I COULDNT BE HAPPIER

YO ZAC WELCOME BACKKKKK,

But yk I got a request 🤞🏽

Earth-42!Miles with fem!spider-reader

Like reader was from 1610!miles universe but when he went to earth-42 she went with him and maybe like there was a prowler!reader in 42!miles universe but she died and hes like “look at the power you had here…with me”

(The rest up to you…yk how I like it zacy 😏)

YEAH OFC <3

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: earth-42!miles x fem!spider!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst(?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in his universe, you’re dead. it’s not fair that some inferior version of him gets to have you alive and well while he’s stuck grieving you. he makes it his number one priority to show you what you could have with him. what you had.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: inhales exhales i don’t like this and idk if i did him justice but HOPEFULLY I DID. it’s a little messy idk if i did this right HELO i hope you like it anyway (shout out to rae for helping me with the spanish 🫶)

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: hermosa - beautiful; tú eras mi vida y mi mundo - you were my life and my world; mi amor - my love

you woke up in a daze.

your surroundings were dark with only a little illumination coming from a small window. you tried to get up, but you were quickly dragged back down to notice you were tied to a pole. the more you pulled against it (to no avail), the more you lost hope.

you took a shaky breath and looked around the room to find miles tied up on a punching bag. he didn’t look conscious. his head is hung low and you could barely see his closed eyes. your heart dropped and made it your mission to get his attention.

“miles? miles!”

then, your spidey-sense goes off.

you hear footsteps drawing closer and closer to you, and you desperately try to break free from the pole.

“i wouldn’t wake him just yet, hermosa.”

your eyes widened as you looked back at miles, who was still knocked out. you were extremely confused at who was talking to you. they sounded just like your miles, but it wasn’t. you were about to speak, but then the mystery person came out of the shadows and kneeled down to see you.

it was..miles? but not your miles for sure. this miles had braids, and judging from the term of endearment he called you earlier, he could for sure roll his r’s. he gently took your face in his hands and scanned you for any sign of injury. when he makes sure you’re fine, he smiles at you.

“you’re just as beautiful as i remember,” he says.

“i’m sorry?” you ask, seeing as you’ve never met him in your life.

he sighed at your words and untied you from the pole. when your hands are free, you rub your wrists in an attempt to ease the soreness that enveloped them. you tried to shoot a web, but you soon notice that your web-shooters are gone.

“c’mon, mami, you don’t think i’m dumb, do you?” he chuckles at your attempt before untying your feet, and you stretched your legs in response. once he’s up, he holds out his hand to you. you hesitantly accept. he helps pull you up from the floor and you dust yourself off.

he looks at you before asking, “i’m assuming your name is (y/n)?”

you nod in response, looking a little concerned before saying, “how’d you know?”

“because that’s what my girl’s name was, and you look and sound just like her.”

“your girl?” you ask curiously. he nods and shows you a polaroid picture of him and a girl. he was right, she looked exactly like you. “why isn’t she here?”

his facial expression went from relaxed to serious. he sighed before speaking, “she’s dead.”

your eyes widen. you know you’re not his (y/n), but hearing that a version of you is dead sends shivers down your spine.

“tú eras mi vida y mi mundo, (y/n). you were taken from me for the same reason you save people now.”

“and what’s that?”

“your compassion,” he says with a slight bitterness to his tone. “you cared so much for people. too much. i shouldn’t have let you out of my sight.”

you listened eagerly. even if she wasn’t you necessarily, you were still curious to hear how a variant of you died.

you put your hand on his shoulder and nodded, and he took it as a sign to continue.

“we were handling business. two guys had crossed us. i was taking care of one, you were with the other. he was begging for his life, and you showed him kindness and spared him. then, he..”

you could hear his breathing getting shaky, and you began to rub his shoulder.

“you don’t have to finish, i— i get the gist of it,” you assure him.

he nods and pulls you into a hug. you hesitantly hug him back, feeling bad for him. once you wrap your arms around him, he whispers to you, “i’m never letting you out of my sight again, mi amor.”

your breath hitches and your eyes widen.

“i’m so, so sorry for your loss, miles. but i’m not her. i don’t belong here,” you try to reason. you hear shuffling on the punching bag and you can see miles—your miles—stirring awake.

“miles! you’re okay!” you gently move the other miles off of you and run to your miles.

“for the most part,” he tries to joke.

“i don’t think you get it,” earth-42 miles begins to speak. you turn away from your miles to look at the other one. “you had so much power with me, (y/n).”

“what’s this dude on about?” earth-1610 miles whisper-asks you, but all you can do is shrug in response to him.

“look, i’m sorry that your girlfriend died, but i’m not her, and i never will be,” you spat, getting annoyed.

“i’ll give you two options,” the other miles begins. “you can die with bug-boy here, or you can come rule the streets with me.”

your eyes widen as he walks over to you guys, now in a prowler suit. he puts his gauntlet on and shoves you out of the way, putting his hand around your miles’ neck, choking him.

“pick your poison, mami. let’s hope you make the right choice.”

I REALLY HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE OMG

tags: @pr0wlerpunk

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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SCREAMING I LOVE THIS SM

Would they love you as a worm?

And how would they react?

(Platonic!)

Gn!reader

Some of these are short and I’m sorry for that, wrote this at 1:am and I didn’t rlly feel like adding or fixing anything ☹️

Warnings: Slight atsv spoilers!!!, really bad British slang(someone please help), idk if the terms I used for hobie are actual British slang or not….nor do I know how to spell them if they are☹️

Earth-1610!Miles Morales- Definitely(but he Misses human you)

🕷️miles would ABSOLUTELY love you as a worm.

🕷️somehow someway you turn into a worm and miles is so protective.

🕷️I’m talkin’ like dude would keep you so safe, with a little terrarium filled with fresh soil and plants.

🕷️feel like he would also spend nights talkin’ to you and just spilling his problems out.

🕷️one time he got scared that his mom threw you out but she had just moved you…yea he almost had a heart attack

——

“Mom, where’s my little jar I had on my window?”

“Oh uhm….I honestly don’t remember where I put it..”

“…”

“Miles?”

And he’s already gone to look for you around the house.

It took him a hour but he finally found you…in a cabinet.

That night he spent singing sunflower to you

——

Earth-42!Miles Morales- Kinda(he had to think about it)

⛓️ miles would have to warm up to you.

⛓️like 1610 miles, you somehow turn into a worm.

⛓️at first he thinks it’s a joke…but as time moves on he realizes you’re a worm.

⛓️he definitely would keep you safe though.

⛓️like he would keep you fed and made sure you didn’t dry out.

⛓️but like he doesn’t do the whole talk thing.

⛓️the only time he talks to you is when he’s checking on you(like twice a day)

⛓️he definitely hides you from his uncle.

⛓️he’s not ashamed he just doesn’t want to explain how you became a worm because even he doesn’t know.

⛓️though if Aaron ever found out I think he would just stare at miles and walk away.

——

“Yo miles, cmon man we gotta do a ru-”

“…” “…”

“Miles why is there a worm on your desk?…”

“I know it looks weird!!, but somehow [___] got turned into a worm..”

“…”

“Yea… we not doin’ no run today…you can just stay here with uhm…yo worm”

“Yo! Unc, it ain’t Like that!!”

But Aaron’s already out the door

And miles is left as heat flushes his now embarrassing face

——

Hobie Brown- Doesn’t care(but yes)

🎸hobie doesnt care, Like literally it’s your life.

🎸but, he is one of them that would carry you in his pocket.

🎸like dude has a full on pocket full of damp soil just for you.(that’s how he keeps you safe)

🎸he doesn’t know how you got turned into a worm, but like I said earlier he honestly doesn’t care.

🎸if you wanna be a worm…he ain’t gonna stop you.

🎸like 1610!miles, he definitely would talk to you.

🎸like full on conversations though.

🎸like he’s asking you questions and everyone’s just staring thinking he’s finally lost his marbles.

——

“So I was tellin’ bloke-”

“Ay hobie, who’re you talking to?”

“Bruva, you’re tellin’ me you don’t see [___] right er’???”

“…no?”

“That’s botched huh luv?!”

Yea they never came back…

——

Gwen Stacy- Not at first(but she does)

🎵she actually thinks you look stupid at first.

🎵she blames however you got like this on you or miles.

🎵she definitely thought you were ugly.

🎵but then she gets to care for you and ends up loving you.

🎵not the best at protecting you but please don’t be hard on her.

🎵she gets mad when someone tries to mess with you.

🎵like it’s kinda scary.

🎵I’m talkin’ bout full on glare, eyebrows furrowed, right nostril flared and lip curved up slightly.

🎵one day she caught a spider person tapping your glass and she got pissed.

——

“Ay!, why’re tapping the glass?”

“Oh, uhm.!”

“Move. This isn’t a zoo”

“Right! S-sorry!”

“…”

“You ok [___]?”

All in all everyone knew not to mess with Gwen and her worm friend.

——

Jessica Drew- Yes(shes basically your mom now)

🤰🏾she absolutely loves you.

🤰🏾plus she thought it’d be easy practice for when she pops her baby.

🤰🏾is the type to tell someone she has a kid and then show them you

🤰🏾she’s definitely always checking on you.

🤰🏾protects you like a mom should.(kinda)

🤰🏾she cried when she lost you.

🤰🏾one day she set you down to grab a drink and when she came back you were gone.

——

“I’ll be right back [___], don’t move!”

5 minutes later…

“[___]?….[___]!??”

“E-excuse me, but has anyone seen [___]??”

“Uh, who?”

“Their a worm, and they were right here!”

She ended up finding you with Peter B and mayday

She realized this was harder than she originally thought…

——

Miguel- No(He Acts Like he hates you, but secretly would do anything for you)

🕸️dude definitely almost stepped on you once or twice.

🕸️Bros the Type of Person to yell at you After he almost stepped on you.

🕸️but like once he warms up to you he’s definitely carrying you everywhere.

🕸️Like Bro wouldn’t trust you😭.

🕸️or for that matter anyone.

🕸️Like one time, he let Peter B watch You And when he came back mayday was about to eat you.

——

“I got it dude”

“Are You sure You can Watch [___]?”

“Yes now go..literally you’re ruining the mood right now”

10 Minutes later…

“I’m back-”

“PETER!?”

“What!, What!?”

“Your child almost ate [___]…”

“…”

“I’m sorry?”

“…Hijo de puto…”

“Yea i deserve that…”

——

Pav- Yes(He wants to keep you forever..)

🪀Bro thinks you’re the cutest thing hes ever Seen

🪀he definitely calls you his little wormy

🪀he would keep you safe in a while mini House

🪀Like Bro made it And Everything

🪀he doesn’t want you to Turm Back Human

🪀Like…Ever 💀

🪀he definitely Rants to you about EVERYTHING

🪀he told you how miles called Chai, “chai tea”

——

“So im sitting there right And he just Says….Chai tea…”

“LIKE CMON MAN”

“PAV WHO ARE YOU TALKIN TO??!”

“NO ONE MAMA!”

His mom thinks he has an imaginary friend now….

Tags: @alisblackgf

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #hobie brown x reader #gwen stacy x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #jessica drew x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #zac has spoken #x reader #across the spiderverse

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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Hola hola! Hope you're doing ok when you get this!

I'll let you take the creative wheel from there.

If you get to this, I thank you a lot and hope that you are not like our reader and overworking yourself. Make sure you've had water and a meal, my love!!

(honey anon)

HONEY ANON YOURE BACK!!! thank you, make sure you take care of yourself too 🫶

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hobie brown x spider!gn!reader (reader is intended to be black)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion, and your caring boyfriend is right there to take care of you and your responsibilities.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i just wanna thank you all for the immense support on the previous works of mine, i couldn’t be more grateful <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: contains fainting and mentions of skipping meals, which may be triggering for some. viewer discretion is advised!

you’ve been doing your schoolwork for hours.

no matter how much you stared at the problems on your paper, you couldn’t understand it. even if you could, your brain would be too tired to process it properly.

you sat at your desk and twirled your pencil with your fingers, desperately attempting to fight the wave of exhaustion that washed over you.

you were nodding off until you heard knocking at your window. you opened your eyes and groaned. you looked at your phone and picked it up to check the time.

4:53 am.

more knocking came from your window, which agitated you.

“little frustrated, are we?” he teased. you stared at him blankly in response. “am i allowed in?”

you nodded and slowly moved from the window so he could climb in. you walked back to your desk and he closed the window behind himself.

“did i wake you?” he questioned, his joking tone being replaced by a slightly softer one.

you shook your head at his question.

“then what are you doing up at damn near dawn?”

“schoolwork,” you shrugged and sat down, picking up your pencil and twirling it once more. he made his way over and kneeled down next to you.

“have you slept at all?”

“no.”

“not even a nap or—”

hobie listened to you intently, and when you were done listing your troubles, he was ready to help you.

“have you eaten anything?”

you shook your head.

“alright, then let’s start there. go ahead and grab somethin’ to eat. when you come back, then we can tackle the assignment. sound good?”

you nod and get up to get a snack, but you begin to feel lightheaded and dizzy. you stumble a bit, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by your attentive boyfriend.

he quickly gets up and paces to your side. he grabs you and holds you steady.

“hey, easy now, love. i’ve got you.”

he looked over to your desk before walking over to it. he picked up the assignment you were struggling with and hummed.

“this shouldn’t be too hard,” he mumbled to himself before pulling the chair out to sit down and picking up your pencil.

you regained consciousness and opened your eyes, but you didn’t have the strength or energy to get up. you let your eyes close and succumbed to your tiredness.

…

once you wake up, the sun’s up and birds are chirping. you quickly sit up in a panic.

“hobie?” you call out, unaware of the shuffling right next to you.

you both deserved this, why not let it last?

solicitude: care or concern for someone or something

I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED HONEY ANON <3

tags: @pr0wlerpunk

#zac has written #🍯 anon #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #atsv #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie brown #hobie brown #hobie brown x black reader #x reader #x black reader

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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blushing and giggling and kicking my feet

INFRUNAMI— MILES MORALES

MILES MORALES X FEM READER

“ can you come back to me? ‘cause i was blind to see, that you were right in front of me.”

CONTAINS: cussing, arguments, miles ditching you for gwen, slight ooc miles, jealousy

A/N: first ever post :-) obviously inspired by steve lacy’s song, infrunami. also, miles doesn’t follow gwen into the portal thingy like he does in the movie. some things are switched!

rain poured down on the streets of brooklyn. the soft pattering noise hitting the fire escape stairs that stood just besides the window in your bedroom. soft music played from your laptop, whilst you mumbled the words softly attempting to finish your homework.

a louder noise hitting the fire escape caught you attention however. you turned, your head facing the window as the rain slid down slightly on the glass, not before it being open by none other than your best-friend, miles morales, or, spider-man…

you jumped slightly, placing your pencil down as you looked at miles. his suit was slightly ripped from the back, a dark red oozing out from the holes that had been made during a fight. miles yanked his mask off, breathing heavily as his eyes met yours.

“can you please,” miles whispered, holding onto his stomach as he whined in pain, letting himself fall onto your chair.

you nodded, quickly going to the bathroom, attempting to not wake anybody up as you grabbed the fist-aid kit, sneaking back into your own room and closing the door. you made your way towards miles, pouring rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball.

“so..still no luck? thought you were gonna tell your parents today?” you questioned, gently placing the cotton ball on miles cuts—holding him to stop him from flinching.

miles sighed, letting his head fall down as he anxiously cracked his knuckles. “nah—honestly, i don’t think i’m ever gonna tell them. don’t think they’d understand.” he replied, turning to look at you. “plus, i know i can count on you anyways so…” he mumbled, slightly nudging you with his arm.

you smiled softly in reply, wrapping up miles’s bruised and bloody knuckles. “you still want me to go to your dad’s party tomorrow?” you questioned.

“yeah. i don’t think ima be able to survive it without you there.” he smiled.

you sat on the stairs, anxiously waiting for miles to show up. he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago but he had sent you a message saying that he was going to be late. you had decided to wait for him because if you had gone to the party without him rio and jeff would be asking you all sorts of questions.

suddenly, the door flew open. miles walked in with his spider-man costume still on, two cakes in each hand. “can you take these for me?”

you grabbed the cakes from his hand, following him up the stairs as he got dressed into his normal clothes. then, right when the two of you were about to entire, miles grabbed the cakes once again. forcing a fake smile on his face as he opened the door, letting you go first.

almost immediately, the two of you were greeted by miles’s family. the two of you just smiling in response as you follows miles over to the table, attempting to put down the cakes without being noticed by his parents.

“oye” a sharp voice said from behind the two of you.

you turned around, your eyes meeting rio’s and jeff’s. “hi mr and mrs morales.” you smiled, attempting to deflect anything they were possibly going to say to you and miles.

“hola mija, can we talk to miles for a minute?” rio said, a small smile on her face while she rested her hand on her hip. her eyes went back to miles, who looked annoyed.

you nodded, walking away from the three of them as you made your way over to the food table. taking soda’s and plantains as you sat on the edge of the building. watching from a distance while rio and jeff yelled at their only child.

their yelling grew louder as miles’s head hung low, the guests snapping their necks to get a look of what was going on. you chuckled slightly, continuing to eat your food as you looked at the graffiti miles had done for his uncle.

you watched as miles ran back inside, his hands in his pockets as he threw his head back. the steel door closing behind him. you looked back at rio and jeff, who simply just shook their heads. rio gave you a soft, go check on him look and so you did. you followed miles back into his apartment.

you made your way to his room, knocking slightly on the door. “can you just, go away?” miles muttered from behind the door.

“it’s not your parents, it’s me.” you said softly, placing the sides of your face onto the doors.

miles went quiet for a moment..you stayed with your head against the door, hoping that he would open it or at least talk to you through he closed door. every-time he’s had problems with his parents you were the person he ran too..but something was—different.

“can you just go away, please?” he said softly.

you sighed, walking away from the door and back up the stairs to the party. when you did, rio and jeff immediately looked at you as you shrugged your shoulders. they were just as surprised as you were.

you stayed at the party for a little while, your hands in your pockets as you leaned uncomfortably against the wall. every now and then rio and jeff would come up to talk to you, but it never really lasted long.

“we’re gonna go talk to him mija, do you wanna come with us? he always listens to you.” rio said softly, her hand on your shoulder. you nodded in reply, following the two of them back into their apartment.

you watched from a distance as they knocked on miles’s door before opening it. only to be surprised when they noticed that miles wasn’t in there. “that’s three months!” jeff shouted.

both you and rio walked inside the room. rio picked up a red and pink sweater with patches stitched onto it, looking at you. “this yours?” she questioned.

“nope.” you responded, but by the way it looked, you had a feeling you knew whose sweater this was. a part of your stomach sank, he was out with gwen.

rio placed her hand on your back, escorting you out of miles’s room and back up to the party mumbling words to herself. “after it’s done we’ll take you home, okay?” she told you, to which you simply nodded.

you stayed at the party for another hour, the sun going down and more and more people starting to leave. but no sign of miles, he was nowhere to be found. you spent most of your time there just talking to the DJ, asking for certain songs to be played or talking to miles’s cousins. it’s funny, he was the one who wanted you there in the first place and now he had left you here all alone.

then, out of the corner of your eye you noticed a web being shot at, picking up a soda can. you followed the web, looking back to where it had came from and there you saw miles..and gwen. they were laughing together, both eating and smiling. for some reason, you felt your heart clench and your face get warm.

“who is she?” jeff asked, approaching you.

“gwanda..from school.” you lied.

“she looks old enough to vote.” rio mumbled, her arms crossed over her chest.

you chuckled slightly, “she’s a year older than both of us.”

rio and jeff looked at each other, giving the same look before the two of them went and approached miles and gwen. you stayed back, watching the whole encounter play out. you noticed jeff said something before pointing towards you, quickly, you tried to act like you weren’t watching.

you saw gwen leave as miles let out a loud sigh, leaning against the railing while jeff had made his way down. leaving it only to miles and his mom. the two of them talked for a moment before miles came back down, following his mom and making his way towards you.

“i’m sorry for leaving you alone, it’s just—it’s gwen, y’know?” miles mumbled, one of his hands in his pockets and embarrassment plastered on his face. rio and jeff went inside, not wanting to interrupt anything.

“whatever.” you mumbled, taking a drink from the soda that was in your hands.

miles sighed. “don’t be like that—you know i just—i just need someone to talk to, that’s all it is that’s why i need her.” he said.

“you can talk to me.” you said firmly, “miles i’ve been your best-friend since we were little kids. i know everything about you, i know your secret, i know what makes you happy what scares you, i know everything!” you shouted. “im not mad..if you need other people to talk to, i understand. but—you can’t just ditch me like that dude, that’s fucked up.” you said, more quieter.

“why are you getting so worked up over this?” miles questioned, making you shake your head. “no—no really, please, tell me why is this making you so fucking mad? just because i was talking to gwen. you never tried to get to know her or talk to her.” miles said firmly, pushing your buttons.

“how did she even get here?” you questioned.

“that’s not what i asked you, [name].” miles said firmly.

you let out a loud sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as your eyes met miles’s. “you say all these things to me. you bring me to family parties, you come to my house late at night, you buy me gifts, you draw me.” you started, “all of it makes me think that you might feel the same way i do. but then—then i see how you talk to gwen, how you talk about gwen.” you said, softly.

miles’s eyes widened, shaking his head. “i talk to gwen because he knows, she understands this she understands me being spider-man.” miles mumbled, “she understands how i feel, we’re not all perfect like you.” he said, letting his anger and his shame get the best of him.

you nodded in reply. “okay well, when you stop acting like an asshole, then you can talk to me.”

you walked away from miles, not looking back as you put your hands in your pockets. miles stood there, feeling the cold breeze sting against his skin as he sighed, shaking his head. he knew he had messed up, but he didn’t understand this conflicting feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. one that fluttered whenever you were around, one that gwen would never be able to achieve.

he made his way towards his room. gwen’s sweater on the floor. he looked at his walls, photos of both you and miles plastered just above his desk. his eyes flashing down at the sketchbook on his desk. he picked up, going through the sketch’s of gwen as he sighed. moving towards the back of the book, where he had all the pictures of you. there were so many, he couldn’t even count them.

he sighed, letting himself fall down on the bed. putting his headphones on, music flowing through his ears and into his head. music that he loved because it reminds him of you. every word, every beat, everything. nothing could compare to the way you made him feel. despite what he might have told you.

gwen knew spider-man..but you, you knew miles.

miles knew he shouldn’t have said what he did, but he was feeling too many emotions at once. he didn’t understand how to explain himself, so you were the one he lashed out on. he let his eyes close, feeling the music sway his emotions and control his mind.

it was late at night, your window was cracked open. you were laying on your bed, listening to the soft sounds of the night as you scrolled through your phone. attempting to keep your mind off anything miles had told you. he was right, gwen understood him in a way that you couldn’t.

you looked at old photos of you and miles. ones from you in elementary school, middle school, and now high-school. best-friends through it all, and yet deep down you had hoped it would turn into something else.

you sighed, shutting your phone off and letting it hit your bedroom floor. you laid back on your back, looking up at your ceiling. memories running back and forth in your mind, all of them about miles. you had no idea what to do. whether to talk to him or not, or if anything would ever be the same.

that’s when you heard a familiar noise coming from your fire escape, making the floors of your room vibrate. you got up quickly, turning your head to look out the window. there was miles, standing there in his hoodie and pj bottoms. he looked, tired. from behind the glass, he gave you a slight smile and a shrug.

you shook your head, turning back around and facing the other way. but quickly, you realized that you had left the window open. a habit you created once miles was sneaking into your room every night. you listened to him open the window, silently coming inside of your room. he rested his back against the cold glass, looking at your back.

“i’m done being an asshole.” miles muttered, hoping you’d turn around. but you didn’t. “look, [name] i’m sorry, i really really am sorry. i didn’t mean to say all of those things you just—just have to understand where i’m coming from.” miles said, moving closer towards you. “can you just look at me? at least.” he sighed.

you slowly turned around, your eyes meeting his. “gwen knows me, she understands me..” he started, making you instantly wanting to turn back around. “but she only knows me as spider-man, she only gets me as spider-man.” miles said, watching as you turned back around, your back facing him once again.

he let out a frustrated sigh, making his way around your bed until he was standing right in front of you. “you’re the only person who knows me, who truly knows all of me.” he said, a soft look glowing in his eyes. “there’s no me without you, and you know that.” “i know i talk about gwen, i know i make it seem like a value her over you but that’s not true..you’re the one i think about all the time. when i listen to my favorite song, when i’m drawing, i think about you.”

you stayed quiet, your eyes softening upon his gaze, feeling your heart start pounding faster and faster.

miles crouched down in front of you, looking up at you as he sighed. “i’m awkward you know that, i—i get nervous around people i like but with you it’s different. i feel comfortable around you like i can completely one hundred percent be myself around you.” he confessed. “i love you, [name]. i love being around you, i love listening to you talk, i love watching you do homework, i love listening to your laugh, i love—everything about you.” “you—make me feel safe.” he said, grabbing your hands.

you looked down at him, softly grabbing onto his hands as a small smiled appeared on your face. “well damn morales, i left you thinking didn’t i?” you joked, making miles chuckle. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry for acting like that. i know you need to talk to people who get what you’re going through. i just care about you so much, and i love you and i’m scared that’s going to get taken away from me.” you sighed, shaking your head. you felt like you sounded crazy.”

miles shook his head. “nothing is ever going to take you away from me. gwen is just a friend and that’s all she ever will be. if you ever want to meet her..i can set it up. i think you’d actually like her a lot.” he said, rubbing your hands with his thumb. “but it’s just me and you, alright?” he said, cupping the sides of your face.

“alright.” you whispered.

miles slowly stood up, placing his lips on yours. a soft, but meaningful kiss between the two of you. when you broke apart, miles had a big smile on his face.

“you do not know how long i’ve been waiting to do that.”

#miles molares #miles morales x reader #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader

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JUMPING FOR JOY RN THANK YOU SO MUCH <33333

(also go read all the fics on there! support local writers!!)

- 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍: 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒!

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠!!!

𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 • 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘚

𝟑+𝟏 ➵ @motherlvr

𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲 ➵ @carpecaelo

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞 ➵ @ichorai

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ➵ @nanatargaryen

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 ➵ @moralesism

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ➵ @thewriterg

𝐢’𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ➵ @crackedpumpkin

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ➵ @knxv1lie

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞 ➵ @dorkfilmz

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐨 ➵ @parkerflix

𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 ➵ @fushigur0ll

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @8siangemini

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ➵ @littyhoney

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➵ @mooooonnnzz

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 ➵ @luvjunie

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ➵ @alisblackgf

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➵ @the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➵ @//the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ @//the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖’𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈

𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚 ➵ @whaddayadothatfor

𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) ➵ @messylustt

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭 ➵ @spiderboxd

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ➵ @fake-bleach

𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐨 ➵ @zstrn

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 ➵ @ghost-with-a-teacup

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 ➵ @ronwestbreeze

𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 ➵ @spoiltsilk

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜 ➵ @buryustogether

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ➵ @certainlynotasimp

𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 ➵ @milequaritchsslut

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 ➵ @quaintii

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ➵ @st4rymoon

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ @//intoxicated-chan

𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ➵ @//gh0stsp1d3r

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 ➵ @intoxicated-chan

𝘏𝘖𝘉𝘐𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕

𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ @renoed

𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝟗 ➵ @whiskeyglass

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @dizscreams

𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ➵ @//dizscreams

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ➵ @gh0stsp1d3r

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 ➵ @fabled-fiction

𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 ➵ @ronwestbreeze

𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 ➵ @periprose

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ➵ @spidcrhunni

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 ➵ @hanasnx

𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 ➵ @//gh0stsp1d3r

(𝐦𝐲) 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➵ @neo-nomatrix

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 ➵ @fabled-fiction

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐛 ➵ @thesharktanksdriver

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 ➵ @apocalypse-shuffle

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ➵ @msgorillagripcoochie

𝐩𝐬 • 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺. 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 :)

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