#margo atsv

[jumexju]

WE ONNAT GRIND 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️

[naiomiirayn]

ik its not bhm anymore but like i said these are based off of real texts between me n a friend😭😭

[that-one-birbie]

[beetlebian]

ghostbyte revival

[lu-cider]

she's literally my everything and more.

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

A very Spidey Christmas - Margo

Pairing: Margo Kess x Reader (written with fem!reader in mind, but I don’t think there’s anything that restricts it to that?? idk) (Hobie, 1610!Miles, 42!Miles, Gwen and Pavitr are here too!)

Word count: 759

Warnings: Both Miles squabbling like a pair of toddlers, pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, love) mistletoe, descriptions of a kiss! idk if I’m any good at it 😔

A/N: first time writing for Margo! Idk exactly how to write for her but I do hc that she’d be the best at calming ppl down and tries to avoid/de-escalate conflict as much as she can because it reminds her of her parents fighting 💔

In hindsight, maybe providing 5 spider-teenagers (and one Prowler) with an oven, baking ingredients, and your favourite sugar cookie recipe wasn’t the greatest idea.

Miles and the other Miles had “accidentally” thrown flour at each other more times than you could count, Gwen almost burnt butter (how on earth do you manage to burn butter?) and was in the bathroom nursing a small cut she had gotten while handling a knife, Pavitr somehow got baking powder in his nose and sneezed for 7 minutes straight, and you realized you didn’t have any icing sugar so you sent Hobie and Margo out on a quick trip to the grocery store.

Pavitr patted your shoulder gently, noticing your growing stress as you made sure the oven was off. A fire was the last thing you needed right now. “Don’t worry, they’ll be back soon- Miles, for the love of god! Aata phekna band karo! (Stop throwing flour)”

“Sorry!” “He started it. It’s not my fault he can’t take what he’s trying to give out!” “I started it?! Wh-”

“The cavalry ‘as arrived!” You looked up and sighed in relief as Hobie kicked open the door like someone straight out of an action movie, Margo close behind, her arms filled with grocery bags.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked as you went over to her, taking the grocery bags and kissing her cheek. “You look stressed.”

“I mean…” You vaguely gestured around the crowded kitchen, and everyone paused whatever they were doing to wave at the new arrivals. “But I know they’re all trying their best. Well, maybe not the other Miles.”

“Miles, knock it off,” Margo called out sternly, giving the one from earth-42 a death glare. “Both of you. I don’t care who started it. I’m ending it. Okay, sweetie, what’s first?”

You got out your recipe, laying the paper on the counter and standing between both versions of Miles. Gwen got back from the bathroom at that moment, wrapping a sparkly band-aid around her ring finger. You must’ve looked really concerned for her, because she held out her hand to soothe your worries. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a flesh wound.”

“Okay, uh… Margo, could you get the baking powder, please? Don’t let Pav get anywhere near it. No, Pav, it’s not because you’re clumsy, it’s just… I just don’t want you to sneeze so hard that your nose starts bleeding. Gwen, can you handle the mixing bowl? See, Pav, you can find the spoons and help her with the mixing. Hobie, could you find the baking trays? Thank you!”

The next few minutes were filled with the sound of the baking spoon scraping the bowl with all the ingredients, Gwen’s occasional tapping with the wooden utensils (drummer’s instincts, she explained), and your instructions.

“Pavi, that’s not enough sugar. Miles - sorry, not you, the other Miles-”

“Milo,” Hobie helpfully added, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island as he helped (1610) Miles make the icing.

“Okay, Milo - the heat’s too high. Gwen you’re not adding enough flour… Margo the recipe needs more baking powder or it’ll fall flat-”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Margo gently took your face in her hands, splaying her fingers across your cheeks and making you focus on her. She brought her thumb up to smoothie out the crease in between your eyebrows. “Shh. We got this, okay? You don’t need to worry. You’re stressing yourself out, love.”

“But I-”

“Look, mistletoe!” Margo webbed a sprig of mistletoe from the living room and pulled it toward her, attaching it to the ceiling above you before practically lunging forward and pressing her lips against yours, her arms coming to loop around your waist.

You allowed yourself to relax in her warm embrace, inhaling slowly. She smelled like a blend of buttery popcorn and car air freshener, and her lips were soft against yours and tasted vaguely of vanilla and oranges - a combination that felt all too familiar, for some reason…

“Feeling better now?”

“Yeah, slightly. Hang on, is that my lip balm?” You asked once she broke away to get some air. She gave a sheepish chuckle, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Noooo, it’s our lip balm now.”

“Listen, you two are very sweet, but if ya could go snog somewhere else that’d be great, yeah? I don’t know any first aid if ya catch on fire, and you’re very close to the oven,” Hobie interrupted, gently nudging you and Margo to one side and putting the tray of flattened cookie dough balls into the oven.

“British people are all so rude,” Margo stuck her tongue out at Hobie, whose eyebrows raised so high you thought they might reach his hair if he kept going.

“She’s got a point,” Pav chimed in through a mouthful of the first experimental batch of cookies - they had been burnt slightly around the edges, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pav, my guy, you too?!”

@vhstown (dw u are a lovely britisher who is a wonderful writer and not at all rude 🙏 still on the fence abt absent father dearest tho 😞 /j no he is a very lovely and talented britisher too) @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod @deritosmi @tatumis-a

[agnosticmoney]

what if they kissed man

idkkkkk what if yk

(pulled from scrapped sketches for late night post yippiee!!! i will have a breakdown i think i likebthem🧍🏽🧍🏽🧍🏽🧍🏽🧍🏽)

[pinkpinkstarlet]

Margo would definitely listen to sza

[octopusoptimusprime]

JUST FOUND OUT AMANDLA STENBERG VOICES SPIDER BYTE????????

[panda-cat-the-robot]

After watching some clips I got to say that the first meeting between Miles and Margo was kind of cute, honestly wish she could have gotten a bit more screen time. Hopefully in the next movie we get to see more of her! And I think it would be cool if we got to see Margo and Peni interact too in the next movie since their both tech geeks.

[jumexju]

Drew this in forensics :0

[naiomiirayn]

my fav so far besides the autobots one😭😭

[that-one-birbie]

The silly sketch

[orangeispice]

I'm back with another crack meme, let's see how well this one does

If it does as well as my New Yorker Post then I'll make a navigation list for the memes :D

Bonus:

[catboyexorcist]

yeah

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

•°. alive, back from the dead *࿐

Pairing: Margo Kess (Spider-Byte) x fem!Reader

Type: Fanfic — Angst -> Fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: use of Y/N, cursing, maybe ooc Margo, me trying to figure out how to write Margo’s universe properly 😭

A/N: soz guys this is based off a t swift song 💔 ik margo would probably be her no.1 hater and proud of it but anyway

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead (oh)

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me (oh)

This Love (Taylor Swift)

“I want you to know this is not related to you at all. And I’m not breaking up with you, okay? I’m not.”

Her pre-recorded voice crackled through the speakers of your phone. She sounded slightly wobbly; had she been crying?

“This… isn’t something I can avoid. They need my help. I can’t ignore that. And I’m going - I mean, actually going. Believe me, I wish I could tell you more, but that would put you in danger, and…” A shaky sigh, then a few beats of patchy silence. “Please just… wait for me. I’m coming back. I promise. Don’t believe anyone who says otherwise.”

Another long breath, as if she was trying to stabilise herself, to hold together something that was falling apart. “I love you. Remember that. Remember…”

The message fizzled out with a few sharp scratches that made you wince. You stared at your phone for so long that the screen darkened and locked. This had to be a joke, right? Something that was so serious that she had to physically go be Spider-Woman, not operate as a virtual avatar that could be controlled from where she was at home — that couldn’t be real. Could it?

Though she wouldn’t joke about this. Wouldn’t joke about anything related to being Spider-Woman, lately. All jokes and sarcastic little quips about her secret vigilante identity had disappeared completely in the last few months.

And she kept missing dates left, right, and centre. You remembered one heated conversation on the phone about that, to which she had snapped, “I can’t help it if I’m needed to help prepare!”

When you questioned her about that, she had mumbled a hasty response (“I can’t tell you more. Baby, please, I know you’re pissed, but I love you too much to put you in danger…”) and cut the call.

That wasn’t a break-up excuse, right?

Right. She just had to… risk her life. With no explanation. No idea what she would be up against, probably, and clinging to the hope that she had prepared enough.

But she had asked you to wait.

So you would wait. And hope that she came back to you unscathed.

——————

3 months later.

“Bullshit,” You actually laughed the moment you saw the headlines on the news channel. Honestly, you wondered how the news reporter managed to look so solemn. “That’s obviously fake.”

Your friends shared a look, reaching towards you and gently squeezing your hand. “Y/N, we know this is difficult-”

“What’s difficult? It’s fake, isn’t it?” You stared expectantly at them, feeling your heart almost stop in its tracks as the realisation slowly dawned. “No, no, no, this is fake, it has to be. It’s not… not real.”

BREAKING NEWS: POLICE INVESTIGATION CONFIRMS SPIDER-WOMAN’S DEATH.

The block letters scrolling across the screen leered at you, obnoxiously large and taunting. Ha-ha, sorry. Guess you just lost someone you love, sucks to be you!

You realised you were tearing up as the words distorted into wavy, psychedelic shapes.

Without a word, you pushed yourself to your feet and locked yourself into your bathroom, sinking quietly to sit on the floor with your back against the wall. A quick glance at the counter made your heart ache even more; on the shelf next to the sink, rested a pair of small, purple bracelets, both hand-made by Margo. While the beads twinkled and shimmered like a normal bracelet, they weren’t actually there, simply an illusion emitted by a hologram chip on the inside of the cord.

You gently picked up the bracelets, staring at traces on the wall of the soft, pulsing glow that they gave off. If you closed your eyes, felt the faint warmth radiating off of the beads, you might just have been able to pretend that everything was alright. That she wasn’t—

“Y/N! You okay?”

Shit!

You flinched at the sharp, sudden call, dropping the bracelets onto the cold floor. Time seemed to slow down as you watched them fall with two harsh clacks on the marble. Surely they would be okay, right? They were holograms, the beads themselves couldn’t possibly break.

As if the universe was yelling out a giant fuck you, the emitter chip popped out of the cord and broke clean in half. The beads fizzled out with a soft pop. And just like that, of the most cherished gifts you had ever received - from your girlfriend, no less - was gone.

“Not anymore, no,” You muttered bitterly under your breath, swallowing back the sour taste and the lump beginning to form in your throat, all telltale signs that the waterworks would soon be beginning.

She was gone, leaving you to pick up the scattered pieces of yourself and figure out how to carry on living the rest of your life. Margo Kess was gone.

——————

5 months later.

You tried to force a polite smile and act like you were paying attention as the girl in front of you excitedly rattled off completely unrelated facts at light speed.

Partner projects were the worst. There was a time where it hadn’t been so bad, but that was when she had still been—

“Helloooo, earth to Y/N. Hey, are you even listening?”

Oh. “Right, yeah, of course I am,” You blinked at her, quickly disguising your glazed-over, bored-out-of-your-mind expression with a mask of fake interest.

“Well, good. So, about this particular version…” That was about as far as she got before you tuned her out again, gazing enviously out of the café window at the pedestrians and cyclists going about their day. Then you saw something that made you double-take so hard you thought your neck might break.

A flash of shimmery — no, almost glitchy — purple fabric. Hologram-like webs…

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” Your words tripped over each other as you pushed your chair away from the table, practically stalling flat on your face in your haste to get outside. The protests of your classmate went completely unheard by you as you burst out into the street.

“Ma-” You stopped yourself before you could call her real name out, scanning the sky for what you saw. “Spider-Woman! Spider…? Oh, Spider-Byte!” Goddamnit, keeping track of her many names was hard.

You glanced around wildly, beginning to lose hope as whole minutes ticked by agonisingly slowly. Passers-by gave you odd looks like you had lost your mind; and, well, you couldn’t really blame them. If a girl was standing alone outside a café and yelling a dead superhero’s name at the sky, you would think she had gone crazy too.

Then someone’s arms closed around you from behind, you were lifted off your feet, and your stomach dropped to the ground as you were swung through the air onto a roof.

You drew in a sharp inhale the moment your feet touched the ground, then relaxed. You definitely recognised that perfume.

She’s back, bitches, you thought proudly as you turned around and flung your arms around her neck, relishing the soft, amused chuckle she let out. She’s back and probably stronger than ever.

“Margo-”

“Shh. I know. I know. But I’m here now, and I’m fine. We’re all fine. We’re all-”

You cut her off by pressing the button right underneath her earlobe that you knew temporarily deactivated her whole mask, cupping her cheek and pressing a kiss to her lips. The whole thing was almost frenzied, how quickly you had to reassure yourself that this wasn’t just a wishful daydream, that this was real.

You tasted orange and vanilla chapstick, and when you pulled away you saw her lip gloss was smudged pretty badly. Well, that had to be real.

“Welcome back,” You murmured giddily, locking your arms around her again. Her eyes crinkled at the corners with how wide she was grinning. “Missed me that much, huh?”

“God, you have no idea.”

She let out a laugh and hugged you tighter. “Okay, let’s get back. I’m so hungry, I could kill for a bag of chips.”

“Wait, Margo.” The slight seriousness in your tone made her pull away to look into your eyes, raising her eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”

“Is this it? No more… whatever this was?”

She considered your question for a few seconds, letting out a long, slow sigh. “Sweetheart, something as bad as this will never happen again. I promise. We had to fake my death for a few months so that I could lie low and no one would suspect it was me hacking away at their firewalls. I… can’t promise that I will never have to go on a physical mission again, because the other Spiders sometimes need my help specifically, and honestly that’s quite an honour. But you will never, ever have to see headlines of another fake death of mine again. That I can promise.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together as you processed her answer. You were okay with that, you decided. Well, it wasn’t perfect, but hey — you and Margo weren’t that perfect either, and you had gotten as secure as you had because of communication and trust. So maybe you’d need to apply that to this scenario as well.

There was no playbook for loving someone like her, for waiting anxiously every time she swung off to save the city from whatever diabolical virus or villain decided to strike next. You just… had to make the right adjustments at halftime. Reassure yourself that she could handle most things they threw at her, and have faith in your girlfriend’s abilities.

“That’s good enough for me,” You announced, linking your arm with hers. “Now let’s go get some burgers, you must be hungry.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely starving.”

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