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A late Night encounter

Steve Rogers x Reader (Male intended but no pronouns mentioned)

SUMMARY: You come home late from a night out. Steve takes of you.

TW's: Fluff, Alcohol, Brief mention of a fight.

It was midnight, way past midnight and you had been out with your friends. It was someone's birthday, you can’t quite remember who’s as you had quite a lot of alcohol in your system. Although you had quite a strong tolerance so you weren’t throwing up… and your vision wasn’t quite squiffy… you knew when to stop… You had gone to a gay bar so of course men had bought you drinks, perhaps a little too many. The elevator door dings and you step out, luckily you could still put one foot in front of the other. Walking into the living room of the tower you throw your jacket down onto the sofa raising your arms you stretch, your jaw instinctively opened out as a yawn escapes. A few bones cracking as you stretch.

“Had a good time?” A deep voice echoed from somewhere in the room. It was enough to make you jump, as you look over you can see your boyfriend. Steve Rogers. Sat in a chair, drawing pad and pencil in hand as he looked over to you. He was wearing a wool jumper, it was nice… cozy…. Although you couldn’t help but find it to be a tad scratchy. His expression was unreadable… it usually was… he had learned to express himself a little more… or at least communicate his thoughts and feelings to you a lot more… All thanks to Natasha. 

“Yeah… it was good” he says, blinking away the drowsy feeling suddenly overcoming you.. Although now that you think about it… Why was Steve still awake?... “you’re still awake?” You question, taking a step closer to him. 

“Wanted to make sure you got home safe…” He says, the corner of his mouth twisting up into a small smile. “You didn’t answer your phone?” He questions. His head tilting as a dog would when it finds something curious. Shit. You thought to yourself. It was true. You didn't answer your phone. Pulling it from your pocket you noticed there were a few messages from him checking up on you. 

“Shit im so sorry… I lost track of time and I didn't realise-” You began to ramble on. Trying to justify your actions, he let out a small chuckle… Was that a good thing? You found yourself thinking. 

“It’s okay angel as long as you got home safe…” He smiles radiantly. You didn’t deserve him… you knew you didn’t. “Did you have a good time?” He asked, placing his sketchpad and pencil on a tear by the corner table. Opening his arms slightly.

“Yeah it was good” You smile in relief that he wasn’t mad. Walking over you perch yourself on his lap. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist… as if scared to let you go. “There were a lot of guys who bought us drinks… It was actually really funny. Two of them got into a fight” You giggled, remembering the situation in your head. Steve's jaw clenched slightly, his grip seemed to tighten a tad more. 

“Oh yeah? Who won?” He would ask as he looked up at you as you laid your body against him.

“Not too sure… pretty sure the bouncer kicked them out…” You chuckled as Steve looked up at you. He smiled slightly, looking off at the city skyline for a moment before returning his gaze back to you. 

“So… guys bought you drinks huh…” he questioned… you knew this would be a sensitive topic… but one that had to happen. 

You slowly turned to face him, swallowing the lump in your throat “yeah… sorry… nothing happened i mean… they knew… at least i think they did… but… sorry… should i have not accepted them?” You questioned… dating was still a relatively new topic to you. He chuckled slightly, closing his eyes as he did so. 

“It’s okay… I don't mind…” He said, calming your nerves. He really was a saint. “Although you’ll have to let me buy you a drink sometimes… a proper one… at a proper bar… none of that techno club nonsense.” He smiled leaning up at you… You're surprised he hadn’t tried anything yet… Most men would jump at the chance of having a drunk person in their lap… but Steve was different… he was a real man. 

“An old fashioned?” You teased, causing him to chuckle once more.

“Exactly.” He gazed at you for a moment before sighing. “Come on then sweetheart… bed time…” he spoke softly as he picked you up with ease, his arms securely wrapped around you as he led you into your bedroom. It was a mess… you had left it so before you left. He took one look at it and then looked at you as you hid your face into his chest to hide the embarrassment. He let out a slight chuckle before saying nothing about it, turning around and walking towards his room. Placing you gently down onto the neatly made bed. He walked over to his wardrobe pulling out one of his jumpers, he threw it at you jokingly. You grabbed it as it wrapped around your face… you couldn’t help but smile. “Do you want me to get you some pajama bottoms from your room… mine will be way too big” he asks, his back turned to you as you begin stripping off. 

“I won’t need them.” You smirked, crawling to the end of the bed… you must have had more alcohol than you realised, Steve turned around and saw you shirtless… kneeling at the end of his bed… looking up at him… His face immediately went a shade of red. He wasn’t sure what to say. “Come here…” You smirked, he hesitantly walked over, reaching out you took his forearm. Pulling him closer your second hand gripped his joggers, about to pull them down he suddenly got hold of both of your hands. 

“No sweetheart…”  he said in his captain voice… looking down at you. “You’re drunk…”

“I don’t mind…” you would smirk shamelessly. 

“I do… come one.” He looked at you sternly. “Get under the covers. Come on.” He ordered. You gaze at him for a moment before rolling your eyes. Reluctantly pulling back his bed sheets and climbing underneath.

“Yes captain.” You teased, knowing his nickname would get him all hot and bothered, it took him a moment before he began changing. Of course you got a peak at what he hid underneath his shirt. Soon he climbed in next to you, wrapping a protective arm around you. Leaning in he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Goodnight my love.”

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All I want is you

Miguel O'hara x GN reader

Summary: Miguel comes home after a tough day, only wanting you. No warnings, just tired Miguel p.s this is my first one shot, Please be nice and let me know if i can improve on anything, I'm new to Tumblr and dyslexic so everything might not be perfect! :)

You lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone and allowing yourself some relaxation after another tough day of protecting the Spider-verse. Although you were the picture of serene bliss, there was only one thing that could make this moment feel as though you were walking on air, and as if by magic, you heard the front door softly open and close… the faint sound of keys jingling could be heard as the floorboards leading to your room grew louder, there's a faint knock as the door is slowly pushed ajar, you look up from your phone to see a very tired Miguel, the bags under his eyes weigh down his lids as if daring them to close, he, of course, was still wearing the royal blue and blood red suit that you loved so much.

“Cariño…” He mumbles softly, the only thing on his mind as usual being you, you smile softly, opening out your arms to him, letting him know you’re here, prepare to ease whatever pain he was experiencing. Miguel smiles softly as his suit disappears from his body, leaving only the vest and underwear he wears underneath to not be fully nude whilst fighting crime. Kneeling on the end of the bed he slowly walks his arms over so that he’s now hovering over you. You toss your phone aside and gently place your hands against his cheeks, leaving a soft, meaningful kiss on his lips… His lips slowly began to dance with yours, as you slowly pulled away to get a better look at your lover his eyes were already closed… for a few moments, his lips moved on his own. As if not realizing you’ve pulled away after the moment of realization hits he opens his eyes, they’re bloodshot from the lack of sleep, he pouts slightly, sad that you would pull away like that.

“Get some sleep Love..” You smile softly, planting another gentle kiss on his lips. Although he did not like this, he pointed his bottom lips out.

“But I want to talk to you… I want to be with you” He complained, not wanting to let sleep consume him.

“I’ll be right here love. Please, get some rest, you need it” You said softly, although he wasn’t convinced, willing to resist the ever-consuming effects of sleep just to spend whatever time he could with the love of his life.

“But-“ He began before you swiftly interrupted him, with the frown of your brow and the stern expression you were used to having around Miguel considering how stubborn he could be sometimes.

“Miguel.” you said sternly. Of course, it was rare you used his name, usually, it was a little pet name the two of you had created for each other, but he knew at that moment. That using his name. you meant business. Reluctantly he sighed, letting out exasperation escape his lips as he slowly lowered himself onto you, letting your body meet his, he slowly lowered his head onto the crook of your neck as her wrapped his large arms around your frame, snuggling in close you wrapped your arms around his head… planting a gentle kiss on the top of his head…. The true picture of tranquillity…

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"I don't want people to worry about me. I don't want people to try and understand why I am the way I am. Because I should be the first person to understand that. and I don't understand it yet" - Tori Spring

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Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

Miguel has a wee bit of the autism: He cares a lot about rules and order, he despises chaos, he can also hyper fixate on projects for a long period of time resulting in Jess or Gwen having to bring him food otherwise that big mother fucker won't eat

Whilst his favourite food is empanadas his REAL favourite food was a stew his Abuela made him as a boy but sadly he's lost the recipe a long time ago.

Miguel had an abusive father growing up which may be the reason as to why he can be crabby sometimes. That boy has un dealt with trauma.

He doesn't really have opinions on many of the spider people although the ones he does care about are Jess, Ben, Gwen, Peni and Miles. And as much as he refuses to admit it Lyla.

As much as he refuses to, Miguel actually loves warm naps in the morning sunlight.

It was Miguel's idea to start a therapy centre at the Spider Society so that all of the spiderpeople could actually deal with their trauma instead of taking in venom suits or Killing green goblins.