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sumn random

ʚ🩸ɞ type: mini something

ʚ🩸ɞ includes: fem miguel ohara (her name is miguela)

ʚ🩸ɞ summary: social withdrawal

inspo

She's crawling through a cramped space inside one of the big engines in the headquarters. It doesn't need to be fixed, she's just tinkering to keep herself occupied.

She's alone in the engine room, though she isn't lonely. Her back rests against a cool wall, and she's idly chatting to the machine spirits of the engines on one side of her. She seems happier, more herself. The engines hum and glow with a soft amber light, and they seem to speak to her in a whisper. She likes the the solitude. This is the only place where she doesn't have a to be a leader, a hero, or a mentor — it's just her and her machines.

Reality starts to set in along with the dark circles beneath her eyes. She rubs them with the back of her hand. She wipes the sweat off her head, wrench in one hand. “Mierda...” She huffs. She smells like metal, sweat, and oil. Her hands are grimey and scarred with bits of singed flesh from mishandling a welding tool. She chews her nail idly in thought.

Her excellent hearing makes up for her lack of spidey senses — she wouldn't have noticed your entry. She stands up immediately, tired eyes straining harshly as she prepares to face the intruder.

“How did you get in here?” She questions, her voice firm and accusatory.

“The door was open,” you reply, but you're lying - LYLA had let you in, though she was instructed to restrict any and everyone's access to the sub-level.

“Do you need something from me?” She wants to get you out of here as quick as possible. She doesn't want to, but she has to be boss for at least few minutes so she can get back to her voluntary isolation.

“I just wanted to check on you...” This, isn't a lie.

Her face softens ever so slightly. Someone came to check on her? “...Gracias.” She rubs her eyes again, this time out of a bit of guilt for being so defensive. “Perdón. I'm just... tired.”

“You're... (y/n), right?” She asks. She tries to at least remember the first names of her recruits, but there's just so many. Too many. You nod in confirmation and she feels a prideful smirk tug at the corner of her lips. She didn't forget.

You two chat for a few minutes. Miguela didn't even think she'd be ready interact with people again; she intended to avoid everyone for the rest of the day, shut herself in her office, skip dinner, and work until LYLA forced her consoles on lockdown. This is... refreshing.

She says with a slight smile, “Thank you.” The corners of her eyes crinkle with that last bit of emotion her smile couldn't convey.

“...You're welcome... for what, exactly?”

She just smiles again.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSIBLING DYNAMICS WITH GWEN !! ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

pairing: platonic!Gwen Stacy x fem!black!reader / mom!Jessica Drew x adopted!Gwen Stacy x reader.

genre: fluff! headcanons! a liiiiiiittle bit of angst! just a little bit 🤏🏾

warnings: english is not my first language, daddy issues, pregnancy ig, mentions of normal sibling violence

a.n: hello!! :3 this is the first day of my challenge of writing something everyday for the entirety of July! so yeah! this popped out on my head when i was having a conversation with my brother so i wanted to write it down! anyways, love y'all, be safe! <3 xoxo

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPLEASE CONSIDER REBLOGGING!!

it started with Jess talking about Gwen all the time. you were jealous, yeah, but you wouldn't admit it. the girl was disinherited by her father over being spiderwoman, which was ridiculous. but you could relate, since your own father left your mother when he found out she was spiderwoman. but that's not the point. over the time, Gwen started visiting more, having more sleepovers, and all that stuff. until the day Jess came home asking how you would like a sister. obviously you already knew what she was talking about, so, yeah let's now go to the ✨ sibling dynamics ✨.

 ⁠↳  when Gwen gets more comfortable, oh boy, poor Jess

↳ you two are a menace to this woman

↳ you're always fighting about something

↳ mostly because Gwen took something of yours, like a shirt or a hoodie

↳ she says they're more comfortable than hers and would die on this hill

↳ likes to go to your room and just lay on the floor while you do your stuff

↳ or just walk around and read a book, or sit on the ceiling and creep at you

|ㅤ "can you stop? you're freaking me out."

|ㅤ "nah. btw why do you have so many entries about hobie in your diary?"

|ㅤ "mOOOM"

|ㅤ "nO NO NO STOP"

↳ and then you'd throw a stapler at her

↳ if you knew how to cook, would definitely teach Gwen so she could go to the cookout at the Morales'

↳ Jess doesn't approve Miles to date Gwen but oh well

↳ you would be the BEST wingwoman for Gwen, always going out with her as a disguise

↳ hobie, pav, margo and miles would defo have a sleepover at your house when Mom™ is out in mission

|ㅤ "mom can the boys and Margo sleepover?"

|ㅤ "while i'm away? nuh uh!"

|ㅤ "but mom-"

|ㅤ "did your sister agree with that"

|ㅤ "uhm…"

|ㅤ "Y/N DID YOU AGREE WITH THE SLEEPOVER"

|ㅤ "YEAH MOM IT'S FINE"

↳ and she would give Gwen the most criminal offensive side eye ever given, but everything would work out fine (lie).

↳ she learned how to braid hair so you wouldn't have to do it by yourself, cause she saw how tiring it was for you to do your own braids

↳ you take care of each other's hair like, in general

↳ would only go to salons when really needed

↳ defo do each others nails

↳ (projecting w this one but 🤭) you like acrylic nails and she likes them short

↳ you would do all the prep for your nails and she would do like cool designs or pick the colors

↳ TALKING ABOUT COLORS

↳ y'all don't match outfits, you match the color schemes!!!!

|ㅤ "i wanna do red"

|ㅤ "nah let's go with purple, G"

|ㅤ "but red-"

↳ and there goes another argument :D

↳ Gwen has nightmares almost every night

↳ so it's common for you to go to her room in the middle of the night just to calm her down

↳ she would cry on your shoulder every time, and apologize a thousand times about waking you up

|ㅤ "ay, don't worry, G. you're my sister, I'm here for you"

↳ and she would cry even harder

↳ overall you're very protective over each other

↳ but you did chase her with a knife once... meh, another day another slay !

↳ she loves you more than anything

↳ and so do you <3

↳ mama Jess is just grateful for the blessings.

tagging: @ppinkkkiwi @elusive-honeydew

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i wanna write for miguel so bad y'all but im literally terrified of the miguel tag 💀💀

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♡︎ Alphabet Soup Series ♡︎

abc headcanons || miles42 x black gn!reader

M} — move

he’d take so long to initially ask you out, but he’d do it romantically when he finally plucks up the courage. it's been hard for him to get close to someone ever since his dad died, so you'd have to be patient. he didn't know what to get you as a token of his affection. flowers? what if you were allergic? candy? What if you didn't like candy? So he went with something simple, something he did best; he gifted you a portrait he made of you. he played it off all cool like "it ain't even my best work fr" "i can do better than that, yk?" basically trying to prepare himself if you turned him down.

╰╴he's genuinely surprised when you don't reject him. he didn't show it, but he was happy as hell.

I} — interests

he wants to know what you like. he'll check out anything you put him on to, really. movies, shows, artists, books, etc. he'll listen to you rant and ramble about your interests, and he'll nod along, hanging onto every word like it's the most important thing he's ever been told — and he genuinely feels that way. he'll keep tabs on what you like, and give you updates like "oh i heard it's getting a second season", "i think that's getting an adaption, you tryna see it when it comes out?"

╰╴ also, if he sees anything remotely related to your interests, he'll buy it. he hates not knowing what to give people, which is another reason why he pays close attention to what you're into. he keeps all types of merch in his cart so he'll never run out of gift ideas.

L} — love

it'd take even longer for him to finally say "i love you". those three lil words carry a lot of weight to him, and he can't just be throwing them around like it's nothing. he wants to make sure he can trust you, if you're actually his and not just playing with him. once he does say it, tho, he'd be dramatic about it.

╰╴"I need to talk to you rq," "ok... what's up?"

he'd stare at you, silently, studying you for a bit as he tries to build up the courage. he'd take your hands in his, holding them tenderly. he'd give them a gentle squeeze — then, he'd say it.

╰╴♡︎ “Eres tan preciosa para mí. Te quiero...”

E} — emotions

he doesn't like being vulnerable; it takes a while for him to open up to you, but he eventually does, piece by piece. he'd tell you what he stresses about or his other hopes and dreams. he plans to get you and his mama away from all the chaos of the city.

╰╴and he's there for you just as much as you are for him. He listens patiently when you're ranting or venting about something that's bothering you. he waits until you're done talking and tries his best to calm you down after you get worked up and give you advice. other than “i should beat that bitch ass”, he gives really good advice.

S} — sleep

he INSISTS he never sleeps 🙄 he's always up at night doing his vigilante work, protecting what he loves (his city, his mama, you, ofc) but whenever does get the chance to get some rest in, it'd be with you. he'd stop by your place during one of his patrols, just to check on you. y'all would talk for a bit, just enjoying each other's company. then you'd notice how low and hazy his eyes are, and how he's dragging his words a bit.

╰╴"i got shit to do, I can't be tryna go to bed n shit," "i'm not sayin' go to bed, you can take a lil hour nap..." after going back and forth for a while he'd finally give in, with reluctance, flopping onto your bed. he's out almost immediately, clutching you tight as if someone would take you from him while he's asleep.

bear w me y'all I haven't written in a lil bit LMAO

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Late Nite Clutter ੈ✩‧₊˚

tw: nothing, I think reader cusses like once 🍂 (fem!reader) miles helps reader clean her vanity ˚୨👜୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

11:43 pm , The start of your day really.

You could never seem to find the time to do things in the mornings or afternoons; not when everybody was up your ass talking about a missing assignment or a due date or whatever god had decided to throw at you today. The click-clack sound of your various makeup products filled the room along with a rotation of different r&b songs playing from your vanity speaker; a sleek white desk with a large mirror & light bulbs illuminating the room and whoever sat in front of it. “Does this look good?” You swatched various lip glosses on your inner arm and raised it up to get miles’ approval. “Um — Ion’ know .. you do you ma-” he would reply every time, mindlessly filling his sketchbook with various things around the room, including you. Once you finally emptied out your drawers and your room was filled with random pretty products, you lost all motivation. “I- since when did I have all of this? I swear I’ve only gone to the mall like, twice this year..” you questioned as you organized.

Miles snorted, very loudly at that.

“What’s funny?” you dropped your clear container full of mascaras, annoyed by the mess that it made once they all spilled out. “It’s not- nothins funny” he choked out, trying to stifle back a laugh. “Something’s funny, tell me what’s funny miles, I wanna laugh too.” your voice seethed into the space, a stern “Stop playing with me.” expression pulling on your face. Tilting his head back in laughter, “It’s just — what if I pull up your cash app right now? You still gon’ stand by that ‘I only went twice this-“ he paused with the mocking voice to continue his laughing fit and caught a glimpse at your unamused face; Looking for the heaviest thing you could throw at him without catching a case, you found a glow recipe toner bottle and threw it at him. “Goodbye.” you replied, the corners of you lips turning up because, well.. he wasn’t wrong—

After catching the bottle and throwing it into the bag with “Recycle” written in black sharpie, he got up from your spinning chair and sat criss cross on the cold hardwood floor. “Okay I’m sorry, I’ll help you out since you so damn lazy.” Fixing your posture and replying with nothing but a scoff and “k”; you and miles sifted through your collection really fast, stopping only when you felt the need to skip a song or make fun of each other . After a while, you guys sorted everything into three main categories: foundation, blush n bronzers, lippies, and skincare. While you went through your many, many blushes, miles looked through your lip products. Tossing your empty bronzer pans in the bag while miles continued to dump bare lip gloss tubes away; a familiar silence settled among you two. Nothing about it was awkward — calling it awkward would do it a disservice; because it was comforting. Sitting alone with your boyfriend high above the busy city life and expectations; with no one to bother you but yourselves.

A large “Clunk!” snapped you out of your inner monologue. A drop sound that you knew all to well..

“Miles!” you blurted out involuntarily.

“What ? What I do?” confused and scrambling, miles replied back. Opening the marked bag, a small lip oil tube appeared at the top with a very fancy applicator. “Miles what the hell? This cost me like 40 dollars!” you squealed as you examined the outside of the oil, making sure it was still in good condition. “It’s empty..?” he responded, puzzled. “And?” you replied back. “And we gonna throw it away cause you can’t use it anymore.. — you followin’ me ma?” dragging out his words, you finally realized. “My bad , I forgot you're just a boy — this going on my shelf!” you exclaimed as you held up the empty tube like a trophy. Chuckling as he returned to sorting your makeup, “Whatever you say ma”

a/n: I wrote this at like 2am y’all FORGIVE ME 😭 this one’s for the bitches who spend too much money in a Sephora (it’s me) ((I’m bitches))

Requests open! Read tha masterlist ! ⋆ˊˎ- 🥥

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ sumn sweet

pairings - izuku midoriya x gn!reader

you care for Izuku after training

Izuku laid curled up on the ivy-colored couch, thankful that it faced away from one of the many wide windows of the dormitory common-room, or he would've had to deal with sunlight scrubbing against his retinas. He had just gotten out of a warm shower, but he still felt the pain buzzing all over. Since the recent rise in villain attacks, training has gotten more and more strenuous, and the pros have been cracking down on any student they felt were ‘slacking’. The new regime had taken a toll on everyone, and it finally broke him down.

His body was already warm, and sore everywhere possible, the wounds that weren't there the day before stung harshly beneath the bandages. With every exhale followed a wheeze, and his legs felt like putty, the adrenaline rushing through his lower body causing them to almost visibly vibrate. Oh, if only there were something, or someone to make him feel better.

“Oh, my poor baby! Is there anything to make you feel better?”

There you are.

“Could you set me up?” He asks with a weak chuckle. “I think my lungs might collapse if I keep lying down.” His quakey voice and his pained presence tugged at your heart strings. Izu always told you that he was durable and could handle almost anything. Well, now you know that he's a liar.

“Of course, Izu.” You stood opposite him, grabbing his shoulders, slowly and carefully pushing him upwards. He did the rest of the work, turning himself to lay with his back on the couch. He hoarsely whispered a ‘thank you’ and smiled, grabbing your hand, admiring how soft it was beneath his. Call him obsessed - you'd be right.

“Is there anything else you need?” You spoke up, your other hand cupping his sore jaw. He smiled beneath your touch, leaning into your hand.

“An inhaler. And some crackers would be nice, too.”

“Of course, Izu.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips and he let your hand go, freeing you to get what he requested. You walked out of the room, your movements a bit hurried, but he didn't pay much mind.

As you walked out, Denki walked in with a bag of cheese chips.

“Are you gonna be ok?” He asked, popping a chip into his mouth.

“Hell yeah!” Izuku beamed, almost excited. “With (y/n/) taking care of me, I'm gonna be just fine!”

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haters see me and say christ what is that

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JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT THIS BLOG IS PAN AND BI FRIENDLY, POSITIVE EVEN. Don't try to put two bad bitches against eachother and IF YOU'RE BIPHOBIC OR PANPHOBIC UNFOLLOW AND GET THE FUCK OUT. ✨thank yew✨

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Hi guys... remember when I was crying for money... yeah, my school didn’t certify my loan and now I don’t know what to do... if you guys can please reblog this... god anything helps... yeah this is gonna be a face reveal but I don’t care, I need the money by the 17th https://t.co/KiJjUJ5X9H

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sam wilson deserves better

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What if a white child with cancer only had 3 weeks left to live and their last wish to the make a wish foundation was to be able to say the N word just once. Are you telling me its not okay for a white person to say the N word in that instance?

yeah

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I’ve only seen Endgame once. I genuinely can’t bring myself to watch it again.

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This new episode of Loki got me fucked up.

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They sit together at the lunch table.

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