#pavitr Prabhakar x reader

[ghxstmxchine]

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛꜱ

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ is always absentmindedly playing with it, twirling the loose ends around his finger and shifting it from one wrist to the other throughout the day. He’s stressed, being spiderman isn’t easy, but there’s a comfort that comes with the bracelet. He always smiles when he glances down at the beads spelling out your initials, knowing that once this whole stressful day is over he can finally unwind with you later. It’s a constant reminder to keep pushing.

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ keeps it tied around his wrist tight, lost amongst his many silver bracelets and studded cuffs but the pop of color from the carefully chosen threads stands out. It clashes with the rest of his punk persona but he’s always one to favor handmade gifts, sticking it to capitalism or something. But it’s also the fact it came from you that he can’t help but love it, even at the end of the day when he’s shed the studded jewelry and heavy leather jacket, the bracelet stays on. 

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ treats it like it’s made from solid gold, something to be cherished and worn until the threads have come undone. It’s almost impossible to catch him without the bracelet on, only taking it off when deemed unsafe to wear it. He couldn’t stop talking about it the minute you’d given him the bracelet, quick to interject conversations with other spiders just so he can show off your work with pride. He’s beaming brighter than the sun, there’s something so sweet in how much he adores everything that reminds him of you. 

ɢᴡᴇɴ was more nervous than excited at first, the last thing she wanted to do was break something you put the time and effort into making her. She at first hides it in her drum kit where she keeps all other things she loves, too scared to accidentally ruin it. But you reassure her it’s okay, it’s just a simple threaded bracelet. Just cherish it while she has it, she always has you to make another. She wears it more often now, sometimes coming to you under the guise of having you “fix” it but she just wants to see you.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ rolls his eyes when you offer him it, but still begrudgingly holds out his arm so you can tie it onto his wrist. He tells you the minute it gets in the way he’ll take it off, but it’s been tied firmly around his wrist for months with no intention of budging. He may act like it’s just a simple bracelet but you’ve seen how his eyes soften whenever he’s toying with it, a gentle smile wavering across his face as he straightens out the letter beads and makes sure no threads are loose.

ɴᴏɪʀ helps you make it, he’s unsure of what colors he’s picking out but likes the ones that are so different in their shades. He trusts you to make him something beautiful, watching intently as you carefully make the bracelet for him. For him, you focus on design rather than color, the knots pulling together into a pretty daisy chain made from the threads. He’s not sure on whether or not the colors were a good choice, but he’s in love with the sweet little design you made him.

[noelan1]

I can't trust character ai with my fictional crushes because they make them completely different and always say things that aren't canon

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[augustinapril]

ATSV: TWEETS PT. 2

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

[claw-deen]

with a bilingual/multilingual s/o:

suggested by: anon

miles is a curious boy, he would constantly ask you how to pronounce a word in another language. he's eating a hamburger and he asks you how to say it in french, italian, chinese or whatever language you're speaking, then he'll realize how stupid his question was. if you start speaking spanish with his mom he might die of happiness.

gwen is probably bilingual as well. you two can have a whole conversation in another language while others are looking at you both like “what the hell are they saying”.

pavitr would love to learn a new language, especially if you are the teacher. and if you can speak hindi good luck because the boy won't shut his mouth. he would invite you to tea with his aunt and smile through the whole conversation.

hobie would ask you to speak to him in another language when he's trying to relax, it soothes him in a way. he lays back, both of his hands behind his head while you start rambling in another language. sometimes he can grasp at what you're saying, just by the tone of your voice or the way you pronounce the words.

miguel is probably fluent in several languages but he would like it if you want to teach him a language he isn't familiar with. he'd even start saying the same expressions you use in another language, like french, arabic or german swear words, for example. he would love to speak spanish with you, it reminds him of his childhood and it would make him feel really happy.

you guys went crazy with the writing suggestions 😭 i'll take my time to write down the ones that inspire me most, they will arrive soon!

[cyberjam]

ATSV HEADCANON: they get jealous . . . ☆

warnings - mainly just fluff, maybe a hint of yandere if you squint, insecurities, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n or reader, and jealousy from our fave spiders.

word count - 2.4k

main masterlist <33 | proof read?: yes.

based off of this request: jealous hc !!

. . . ☆ miles morals!e-1610

He'll try and ignore the nasty feeling of jealousy but it's tough when all he can think about is how joyous you look spending time with another guy that isn't him.

It slowly eats away at him the more time you two spend away from each other, and sooner or later you'd notice the change in his demeanor. He was quieter, his greetings weren't the same, and his energy constantly seemed low. Every time you said something he'd reply with a simple hum of acknowledgment and if you were trying to cheer him up with a corny joke the only thing you'd receive was a faulty breath from his lips and a lopsided grin.

His hugs weren't bone-crushing anymore, his texts were in one-words, and even when you two shared a class he acted different. Instead of the usual passing notes and quiet laughter at inside jokes, he simply turned his body towards the window and stayed quiet. He didn't spare a single glance in your direction until the bell rang. Even then he didn't look at you, blankly staring at the floor while gathering his things and blearily walking out with slouched shoulders.

So many confusing thoughts and hurt feelings from made-up scenarios circled around his brain. He wanted to talk to you so badly and just make sure everything was okay. He just didn't know how to approach it, so it continued to eat at him until you confronted him about it.

You saw him walking his usual route towards his place and couldn't help but chase him down. You constantly pestered him and asked him questions to get to the root of the problem but all he did was respond with simple phrases like "I'm fine.", "M' just tired.", and "Nah, I'm good."

Your dedication and unwillingness to let him go home angry finally paid off when he snapped. His words jumbling and his hands flailing in the air as he unleashed every thought and feeling that led to that moment.

Once he finished his rant, you two stood across from each other in complete silence. His chest lifted up and down as if he was exhausted. No words could come to your mouth, but your legs moved without hesitation and before you knew it your arms engulfed him in a tight hug. You felt bad for not being able to express how you felt in words but all miles needed was reassurance and your arms being wrapped around him was more than enough.

. . . ☆ miles morales! e-42

Miles is very straight-forward and blunt. He speaks his mind, which can be a blessing and a curse. With his over-protective nature and blank-like expressions he's more intimidating than most, especially when confronting people he thinks are getting too chummy with you. If a guy is checking you out, miles will speak up before you even notice. "ay, you got a starin' problem or sum?" in situations like these he tends to get touchier with you. Either resting a hand on your hip or hanging his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

Miles has a certain phrase that he says whenever you scold him for being so confrontational. "They gon have to get through me to get to you." and he tends to stand on that word.

Miles isn't shy of confronting people, or even using violence when it comes down to it. He prefers to handle situations like these with as least violence as possible. He doesn't want to subject you to that kind of thing, if anything he wants to keep you away from it. It's why he's so protective of you and also why you don't know he's the prowler.

You were walking home late at night all by yourself, and as much as you wanted miles to be there with you, he couldn't. You texted him letting him know you'd be staying late after school because of a project. He mentioned how he wouldn't want you walking home by yourself, especially so late at night. So, he decided he'd drive you back home on his motorcycle.

But when the time came for him to pick you up, you were left stranded. He never returned your countless calls or text messages which led into you walking back home all by yourself. Uncomfortable would be an understatement to describe the way you felt as you whisked your way passed sketchy groups of people with your head down. You took shortcuts and turned into ally's to get away from any potential threats not knowing you'd walk right into the hands of one.

A tall lanky man with sunken eyes somehow cornered you in-between the brick wall of a random apartment complex. You were terrified. Your legs grew weak, and your nose started to sting in warning of the incoming tears. All you could do was push your body as far as you possibly could into the wall behind you. Desperately hoping it would engulf you and take you as far away as possible from the situation.

You shut your eyes, bracing for whatever torturous impact to come. Fortunately, it never did. Instead you felt a swift gust of wind past you and the sound of a hard thud paired with a low groan. You cracked your eyes open only to see the mask of the most-feared vigilante in New York. He walked closer and closer until he was finally hovering over you, his mask nearly touching your nose.

As you stood frozen in shock, a clawed hand rested next to your face. "What I say? They gotta get through me to get to you."

. . . ☆ gwen stacy

Gwen is a liar. You can ask her if she's jealous and she'd respond with a scoff and wobbly smirk, scratching the side of her head before replying with something along the lines of "Jealous? No, way." when in reality she's seething. She wants to be completely secure and unbothered like Hobie, but there's always this nagging voice in the back of her head that fills her with annoyance and bitterness.

When someone shows any type of romantic interest in you she'll get tense and her cool facade will be replaced by her visible discomfort. She knows you love her and is continuously reminded when you shut down any confessions, but that painful uneasiness still comes no matter what.

Depending on what mood she's in that day she'll either tense up and shy away from the situation or desperately try to avert your attention back to her.

When one of your classmates walks up to you complimenting you and eyeing you up and down, Gwen's hand that was loosely holding yours fell to her side before returning to her jacket pocket. Her shoulders squared to her ears as she quietly sighed and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. She avoided eye-contact with you and the person, choosing to look around the hallway as if she wasn't eaves-dropping into the conversation. (she was)

Once the person leaves she'll grab your hand and start pulling you towards the exit "that was weird, right?" she'd murmured half-jokingly while nudging her shoulder with yours.

The next time you and that person interact is when Gwen is over your place. Once you excuse yourself from the conversation and take the call from your classmate, Gwen once again gets antsy. But she's much more combative this time around. She'll snatch her drumsticks up and start tapping on any and all surfaces she can reach. Calling out your name to get your attention so you can focus on her instead of your classmate.

All in all it really depends on what mood you catch her in. She can either be awkward and tense or combative and loud. At the end of the day all she wants is your attention.

. . . ☆ pavitr prabhakar

Pavitr is quite secure in himself and in the relationship, but he does get jealous on occasion. Never from a situation of you simply getting hit on or someone complimenting you, more so from his own insecurities and made-up scenarios that he plays in his head.

He enjoys the time you two have together fully enveloped in each others presence. So, when that time gets interrupted by someone he gets sulky. Time is already very limited for pavitr. With school and his spider duties on top of it he doesn't have as much time to spend with you as he wants. So once he gets you alone he doesn't want a single distraction to interrupt your private time.

A part of him feels guilty that he isn't able to spend much time with you. He has a small insecurity that pops up every now and then, telling himself that you deserve someone who's more attentive and available to your needs. He wants to be that man for you but his responsibilities prevent him from doing so.

You've already mentioned to Pav that you understand he's a busy man with a hefty schedule, so any time you two spend together is valued and cherished. It makes him happy that you're so forgiving and transparent but that doesn't stop the self-shaming thoughts of how bad of a boyfriend he sometimes thinks he is.

Pavitr has a habit of getting you gifts. When his guilty conscience is eating at him for missing out on a romantic date or simple hangout, he tends to buy you more gifts than usual. A single rose will turn into a bouquet, A cute hand-beaded bracelet will turn into a full jewelry set, a bedazzled headband will turn into multiple hair scrunchies and a full pack of hair care.

Once you've noticed this habit you were quick to shut it down, you didn't want him spending money every time he felt bad for having to bail and do his spider duties.

All he needs is to be pampered and reminded that what you want is him, and only him. Tell him how much you adore him and smuggle him in affection. Whether it be words of affirmation, quality time, or physical touch, Pavitr will immediately be putty in your hands. Just being engulfed by you and having you dote on him will immediately wash away any and all bad thoughts.

. . . ☆ hobie brown

Hobie doesn't really get jealous. He's extremely secure in himself and the relationship. If you're the type of person who likes to flirt for fun or is just naturally flirty, he wouldn't even bat an eye at you coyly chatting with another person.

Hobie knows you only have eyes for him so he never gets defensive or jealous by your coquettish attitude with others. You know where home is and at the end of the day you always return. But that's only with flirting. If you tend to get touchy or make-out with other people then he would get annoyed and slightly agitated. Especially if you'd established there was something between you two.

He wouldn't particularly mind other people flirting with you unless someone was genuinely being creepy and overbearing. He wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable for any reason in any situation. So, seeing you nervously fiddle with your hands or curl into yourself when certain advances were made would enrage him to an extent. These are the times Hobie will take on a more defensive/protective role.

He doesn't get into many brawls (mainly because he doesn't have to) He's quite intimidating so when he tells someone to back down they're gonna back down, quickly and efficiently. If anyone had the balls to step to Hobie in a threatening way they'd def be met with more than they could handle.

But in most situations Hobie usually just plays along with the flirting. He knows you're a good piece of eye-candy so it's not surprising to him whenever you get hit on. His chest also can't help but swell in pride when you mention that you have a partner, who just so happens to be Hobie.

Imagine you're both at the pub. Sitting at the bar, and leaning into each other with lovesick smiles. The sweet exchange of teasing words was interrupted by the gruff voice of the bartender setting down an alcoholic drink you weren't really familiar with. "Compliments from the gentleman over there." he murmured, tilting his head towards a man who sat across the bar. Before you could even fully react Hobie grabbed the glass and downed it within seconds. "Cheers, mate." he responded with a smile while lifting the glass in the air.

You just grow to love and laugh at his antics.

. . . ☆ miguel o'hara

You'll know he's jealous. Miguel is very obvious when he's bothered by something, even when he tries to hide it.

His movements are more stiff than usual and if you're close enough you can hear him lowly spitting profanities in his native tongue. Not to mention when he gets jealous to the point he's genuinely angry his claws will shoot out. There are multiple claw marks on couches and different desks at the headquarters that have yet to be fixed.

He angry pouts but he doesn't really know it. Whenever you're having a conversation with someone and it's prolonged for a little too long or the person you're speaking to is showing some type of interest in you, Miguel will just tower over you from behind with crossed arms and an annoyed look. as he stares the person down.

You're the most important thing in Miguel's life. He's already lost so much in different lifetimes and a part of him feels like he should live his life alone, suffering without a family or a lover simply because he feels like he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve you.

There will be times where he tries to push you away, a part of him feels like if he pushes you away enough and tries to emotionally disconnect from the relationship you leaving him won't hurt as much. You have to be patient and reassure him that you're not going anywhere. The only reason he does stuff like that is because a small part of him genuinely believes you'll leave him at some point.

He tends to be overbearing when he gets jealous. Pushing you behind him when someone starts to be a bit suggestive, staring down anyone who he thinks is getting too comfortable with you, and butting in convos to speak for you when he's close to going over the edge.

Miguel can be overprotective and extremely overbearing at times, but it's always because he has your best interest in mind. He needs you in his life and to keep you he will deflect any and all threats that try and take you away.

A/N🪷: whenever i think of e-42 miles the killmonger music starts playing in my head lol

this was also a little rushed because i've been busy with work and im a little sleep-deprived, BUT i will come back with another fic soon <3 ty lovelies :)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated <33

[damnbigguy]

In Truth

Boyfriend wants more, I am, by law, required to do this. Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Miles Morales [1610] (separate) revealing they're a Spider-Person. Gender-Neutral references to reader, reader never named, 2nd pov.

Hobie Brown

Fascists are dumber than rocks in Hobie's mind. You want to sit pretty while the machine rolls you over? You want to let the big man stick it in you rather than stick it to him? Assholes, losers, idiots, and victims, that's what makes up the form of government he so loudly opposes.

But in their hatred, they have little sparks of thought.

He supposes it only makes sense; he's destroyed a thousand buildings, defeated a thousand 'baddies', and a million plans have not gone through because he hit someone with his guitar; he's enemy number one (apart from free thought).

He should have told you, warned you, given you the chance to walk away from a relationship with Spider-Punk instead of Hobart Larry Brown. But he was scared, scared that you would walk away.

Now he's scared as he sees you crumpled over the chair the assholes had you in - the same assholes now groaning on the floor that he had clawed and beaten through when the announcement blarred through the streets that they may not have gotten the webslinger, but they got someone close to him.

"Hey, hey," he puts a hand on your shoulders, sliding it towards your neck and feeling for a pulse, lifting your head up. "come on, it's... it's all good now, all fixed," he crouches, untying the ropes around your legs as quickly as he can, grinding his teeth together to keep some sort of calm.

You're barely conscious. Blood drips sluggishly from a cut above your brow, and your face is twisted in that half-wince, half-numb expression of someone who's too hurt to even panic anymore.

Hobie's hands shake as he works at the ropes, fingers rough but careful, every knot an insult, every bruise on your skin a personal attack. His thoughts are loud in his head—too loud, and he can’t shut them up. 'This is your fault. Should’ve told them. Should’ve never let them get near this.'

He's not sure what's taking more effort; is it not proclaiming his love for every little inch of your body, or keeping himself from killing the bastards on the floor?

When your legs are free, his hands are shaking too much to untie the ones on your arms, so he just uses whatever anger's in his body to rip them far away enough that he can slip them over your head. He catches your weight as you slump forward, arms hooking under your shoulders to keep you from hitting the ground.

"C'mon, love," he mutters, voice hoarse with fury and fear. "Stay with me, yeah? Don't go all dramatic on me now. Can you hear me?" He murmurs, voice low and tight, fingers brushing hair from your face. There's blood, sweat, and dirt. He can't tell what's yours and what's not. All he knows is that you're breathing, barely, and that's not barely enough for the amount of relief that courses through him in a similar fashion that the venom did from the spider.

He lifts you like it's instinct, like your weight was made to fit in his arms - legs tucked under one arm, back cradled against the other. His guitar, still strapped to his back, creaks as he stands, and he sways for a second, more from rage than from your weight.

He should move. He needs to move.

But you open your eyes. Barely. Just a crack, just enough that he sees the colour of your iris through the swelling. Your mouth tries to move. He leans down, just in case it’s your last words - God, he hopes it’s not.

"H-Hobie...?"

He freezes, wondering if you're just reaching for something familiar in what is surely a scary moment or can actually tell who he is beneath the mask. Then he sighs, lifting the edge of his mask up. "Yeah," he murmurs, leaning down to only be understood by you. "it's me. I got ya, I do, promise," he speaks fast, stumbling over his own words as he presses his back against a window, holding you closer.

The window’s glass groans behind him, rattling in its frame, but Hobie doesn’t care if it shatters, doesn’t care if it cuts into his jacket or ruins the stolen radio clipped to his belt. All he cares about is the slow, sluggish blink of your eyes as you try to focus on him.

"Was gonna tell you," he whispers. "Planned it, even. Whole speech. Was gonna be smooth, y'know? Maybe take you real high, a rooftop, the one with the rusted-out billboard and no cameras." He breathes out a sharp, shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to yours for just a second. "Guess I missed the mark."

You exhale something between a breath and a hum - maybe you’re trying to laugh, maybe it's just pain. Either way, your hand twitches against his chest, fingers catching on the edge of his jacket.

"I'm Spider-Punk,” he says quietly, the name foreign on his own lips when he says it like that, not shouted with rage or scrawled in a zine his friends hand to him after they've finished reading it. "Been him for a while. Since before I met you. But I’ve never - never wanted someone to know me outside the mask until you." He swallows, jaw clenching so tight it trembles. "And now this."

Outside, the city crackles with static. Sirens in the distance. He can already hear the clatter of boots - cops, maybe, or more of those jackbooted bastards who think uniforms excuse cruelty.

He's got seconds. Maybe a minute.

"Alright, love," he mutters, adjusting his grip on you again. "We're gettin' outta here. No more speeches. No more holding back."

The glass behind him gives under a single hard kick, spider-strength sending it crashing outward. He doesn't wait for the shards to settle before he jumps, holding you tight to his chest, his web-shooter hissing as he fires a line to the next building over. The wind whips through the air, his boots skimming the side of a graffiti-stained brick wall as he swings.

You whimper quietly against his shoulder at the motion. He hears it like a gunshot.

"Just hold on," he says, more to himself than to you, rage curling cold around his heart. "I got you. No one's touchin' you again."

Pavitr Prabhakar

When he realized he fancied you a bit more than a passing crush, he immediately started planning how to confess his identity and love.

Not just a passing comment like, "Hey, bestie, I'm not only head over heels but also throwing myself into danger constantly." Well, he did think about it, but that felt too casual for him.

So, he steels every nerve in his body and sneaks a letter onto your desk just before the class you two share ends (because texting is just not enough for his feelings and he's an overachiever in just about every little thing in his life), ignores the little pool of fear at the bottom of his stomach, gets home and starts rummaging through his room for the bracelet he knows he made last night before passing out and sleeping like he was fighting for his life. He closes his door and throws up his mattress with his new strength - which is so extremely cool, he can lift up just about anything now! - and catches it with one hand before leaning over and grabbing the bracelet.

It’s not the best bracelet, if he's being honest, some of the beads are uneven, and the thread's a little frayed in one corner, but it's handmade. It's his. And that's important to him.

He holds it up to the light like it's a contract, a symbol, a promise in colour and thread. Your favourite colours, a little spider charm nestled in the middle like a secret only the two of you would understand.

Pavitr doesn't do things halfway.

When he sees you the next day, he's got the bracelet stuffed in his pocket and that ridiculous nervous energy that makes him bounce on the balls of his feet like a kid with a sugar high.

He meets you under the neem tree, you both always sit by your shared little spot, away from the main school courtyard, quiet enough to talk without interruption, warm enough to feel like home. There’s sweat on his forehead and determination in his eyes.

You're already there, re-reading the note in your hand; I want to tell you something important. Meet me by the tree before class tomorrow? with a lazy smile.

"Hey," he says, his voice cracking like he hasn’t rehearsed this for weeks.

"Hey."

He can't help but grin. "Hey."

You raise a brow.

He clears his throat. "Sorry," he chuckles, holding his hand out. "ah, may I? I have a gift, and a... few things to say."

You nod, curiosity lighting your features. And even though Pavitr is all jittery nerves under his skin, the way you look at him, like he's already safe, already trusted, it gives him the strength to go on.

He places the bracelet in your hand, carefully, like it might break. "I made it. It's for you. And, uh, before you say anything, it's not perfect, but I wanted it to be yours." Ours, he manages to choke down.

Your fingers close around it slowly, brushing against his. He swears his heart does a somersault.

"Yeah, so… okay." He shifts on his feet, wiping his palms on his pants, his smile trembling at the edges. "Have you ever noticed I disappear a lot? Like, a lot-lot? And sometimes, maybe you hear about a certain superhero who swings around Mumbattan, beating up bad guys and being generally awesome?"

You narrow your eyes at him. He tries not to crack under the pressure.

"That's… me," he blurts, almost too fast. "That's one thing I wanted to say," he looks around, he wants this to be between you two only, meeting your eyes again. "I'm Spider-Man. It's super cool, really, I'm super strong, have amazing reflexes, totally natural muscles," he rants off.

"...and? What's the other thing?"

He blinks. "Woah, okay, surprisingly calm." He mumbles before swallowing. "and I really, really like you." He holds your hand, putting his over yours. "A lot."

You stare at him for a long second - too long, in his opinion - and for the briefest moment, he wonders if he just absolutely ruined everything. Like, scorched-earth, nuclear-level ruined. But then you smile. It’s a small thing at first, tugging at the corners of your mouth, slow and certain, like you were just waiting for him to catch up.

"I kinda figured," you say, thumb brushing over the beads of the bracelet, gently. "Not the Spider-Man thing, that part's wild, but the other thing. The way you look at me sometimes? It's not exactly subtle, Pav."

He groans into his hands. "Nooo, don't say that. I was trying to be mysterious!"

"You were about as mysterious as a neon sign."

"Ugh, brutal."

You laugh, and he peeks at you from between his fingers, a sheepish grin sneaking back onto his face. "But I like you too," you add, soft and sincere. "A lot."

His brain short-circuits.

"You - wait, really?" His voice jumps an octave, and he tries to play it cool, but his feet do this excited little hop before he can stop them. "Like… you're not just saying that to make me feel better, right? Because I already feel pretty good just from you considering it, so if you-"

You cut him off by slipping the bracelet onto your wrist. "Really. You talk a lot when you're nervous, you know that?"

He gapes at you, flushed and glowing and utterly in awe. "I know, I can't stop. It’s like my mouth goes rogue when my heart's freaking out. But!" He shoots up, standing straight. "Yes! Yes," he pumps his fist. "this is so awesome!"

Miles Morales

It starts with the plushie.

You didn’t think it'd be a thing. It's a Spider-Man plushie, it's cute, it's soft, it looks just enough like the red-and-black-suited Spider-Man swinging around Brooklyn to make you grin whenever you see it on your bed.

Miles sees it when he drops by your place after school, tossing his bag onto your desk and flopping onto your bed like he lives there (though mostly because your father's out and can't catch him in your room).

He sees it. He stares at it. He goes quiet.

And then he squints. "Wait... why do you have him on your bed?"

You glance over from where you’re rummaging through your closet. "Spider-Man?"

"That Spider-Man."

Your brow furrows. "The Brooklyn one? Kinda my favourite. He's cool."

Miles opens his mouth. Closes it. "...Cool?"

"Yeah?"

He stares at the plushie like it just insulted his mother. "I mean, he's okay, I guess," he mutters, picking it up with two fingers like it might bite. "bit overrated. Who even knows what he looks like under the mask?"

You give him a look over your shoulder, amused. "I'm guessing he's hot under there. Superheroes usually are."

Miles chokes. Actually, physically chokes. "Hot?"

You nod, smirking a little as you turn back to your closet. "Probably. All those flips and poses? He's gotta be built."

"Okay, wow, wow, first of all, that's crazy, and second of all," he throws the plush back onto the bed like it offended him personally, "I think you’re being weirdly into a guy you don’t even know."

You laugh, raising a brow. "Are you jealous of Spider-Man?"

He freezes. Eyes wide, mouth half-open like he forgot how words work. Then, with a sudden burst of bravado, he points at himself.

"...I am Spider-Man."

You blink.

He nods, like he's trying to convince both of you at the same time. "Like. Actually. Me. I'm Spider-Man." He points his thumb at his chest.

You stare at him for a long second, trying to figure out if this is a joke, or some elaborate bit he's pulling to distract from the fact that he just got jealous of a plushie.

Then he reaches into his backpack, pulls out a red-and-black mask, and tosses it toward you.

The mask lands in your hands, soft fabric and real weight. Real. You look back up. His expression’s more serious now, less defensive, and more… hopeful.

"You're Spider-Man?" you say, a little flatly. He nods again, a bit sheepish now. You squint. "Prove it."

He sighs and lifts himself off the bed - without using the floor. His hand sticks to your ceiling, and he dangles there upside-down, looking way too casual.

"...Okay, fair." You nod.

He drops back down with a quiet thud, rubbing the back of his neck, like he didn't just casually flip gravity the bird. "I was gonna tell you, y'know. Eventually. Just, like… when it was the right time. But then I saw that plushie and thought, man, I'm literally risking my life out here and I'm losing to my own merch."

You bite back a laugh. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Now I'm cute?" He puts a hand to his chest, mock-offended. "Not when I'm saving people, or flipping off buildings, or - what was it? Hot and built?"

"Don't push it, Morales."

He steps closer, suddenly quiet. "I meant it, though. I was gonna tell you. I just… didn't want it to change things. With you."

You look down at the mask again, fingers brushing over the eye-lenses. "It doesn't. Not really."

He exhales, relief bleeding into a crooked smile. "Good. 'Cause the truth is, I don't think I could've kept lying to you much longer. You're the only person I-" He stops. Breathes. "You matter to me. A lot."

"You matter to me. A lot too."

He huffs, rolling his eyes as he reaches for his mask, shoving it back into his backpack.

"Wait," you sit up a little, smiling. "is that why you text like that sometimes?"

"What do you mean, like that?" He laughs, head tilting back.

[kombuuuu]

There’s just smth abt certain pet names being used by charas in fanfics, like “mami” for Miles, “jaanu or “meri jaan” for Pavitr, and “love” for Hobie, like idk why they just make me so soft 😩💖

Yes ik both Miles and Miguel can also technically use “mi vida” as they’re Spanish speakers but IT’S STILL SOFT OK

GOOD GOD WNVR I SEE MERI JAAN FOR PAVITR I JUST FAINTTT

my personal favourite for each okokokok

Miles 42

— “[Chiquita / Ma / Mami], you look so good in that.”

Miles 1610

— “Well it’s luck you love me, huh [Conejita / Mami / Mi cielito] ?”

Pavitr

— “You’re sweet to me, [Thithli / Jaanu / Shona].”

Miguel

— “[Mi sol / Mi reina / Mi alma], please.”

Hobie

— “This [Sweetheart / Love / Dolly] right here, a looker ain’t she?”

Gwen

— “[Sugar / Sweets / My girl], there’s other ways to open jars — you don’t need to smash them.”

Peter

— “You make me so happy, [Doll / Sweetheart / Baby].”

[pomegranatelifethis]

"A Shadow In Her Eyes"

It had been months since he left the Spider Society.

No one stopped you.

No one called you.

No one noticed your absence.

And that was what hurt him the most.

Miles, Gwen, Peter… you fought alongside them, you grew up alongside them. You were always there for them. You were the one who reached out when they fell. But when you fall? Nobody held you.

They didn't say a word.

Not even once did they ask, "How are you?" they didn't ask.

You were always a shadow to them. You were nothing but Miguel's daughter.

But the worst part was that even your father left you behind.

You were one of his blood, but he never loved you. He never cared. He never showed you the same attention he showed Miles, Gwen, and Peter.

And you gave up.

---

You are on the border

Yet you continued the war. Because what else could you do?

There was nothing left to which you were tied. But you had to continue protecting these universes.

Even if it means dying.

Because you knew one day you would die.

When he died, no one would notice.

No one would mourn.

No one would shed tears after you.

And you were starting to get used to the idea.

During a mission, things went wrong.

A universe was on the verge of collapse. You and several Spider-Variants were fighting to save this universe. But the enemy was much stronger than you thought.

You were tired. Your body couldn't take it anymore. But you didn't care. There was no point in living anyway.

Finally, you took a blow. You fell hard to the ground. Your chest was burning and you were having difficulty breathing.

And that moment… you thought it was the end.

But before your eyes closed… someone grabbed you.

Someone took you in his arms.

Someone called you by your name. It was Miguel.

Even with your eyes blurry, you could see the expression on his face. Panic. Fear. Anger.

But mostly… pain.

"Don't close your eyes," he said. His voice was different than usual. He wasn't cold and authoritative as usual. It was broken.

For you.

"Let go," you whispered. "Let me go."

Because you knew. He never wanted you.

He loved Gwen.

She loved Miles.

He cared about Peter.

But he never loved you.

That's why he had to quit. You had no strength to fight anymore.

But Miguel held you even tighter.

"No," he said, gritting his teeth.

And in that moment, you saw the truth behind the anger in his eyes.

Your father didn't love you. He loved you. But he didn't dare show it.

Because he lost his daughter once.

And he couldn't stand to lose you.

"I didn't know how to approach you," said Miguel, his voice shaking. For the first time.

"I… made a mistake once. I lost once. And I couldn't stand losing again."

“Is that why… you always ignored me?”

"Yes."

Something was stuck in your throat. Your eyes were slowly closing.

“But that doesn't mean you love me any less, does it?”

Miguel fell silent. But this time, he answered.

"I have always loved you."

And at that moment… a tear fell from his eyes.

But it was too late.

Because your world has darkened.

And Miguel O'Hara knew he would give anything to never lose you again.

But this time, he might not be able to bring you back.

You were always alone.

You thought your father didn't love you at all. You thought Miles and Gwen didn't care about you. There was no one you were connected to.

But the worst part was that you thought you weren't enough for anyone to love you.

You were Miguel O'Hara's daughter. But he never loved you.

You were Gwen's friend. But he never noticed you.

You fought for Miles. But he never cared about you.

Only Hobie and Pavitr were with him. But neither of them could pull you out of loneliness.

And now, you were bleeding.

The world was getting darker. The warmth was slowly leaving your body. You couldn't move your hands.

But the strange thing is… you didn't care.

You were insignificant anyway, weren't you?

Nobody would notice.

Nobody would mourn.

Nobody would remember you.

But there was Miguel O'Hara, holding you in his arms, as if the world had stopped for him.

---

SHOULD NOT LOSE

"Don't close your eyes," Miguel said. There was an order in his voice, but he was shaking.

You've never heard Miguel O'Hara's voice tremble.

But here it was.

And he was afraid for the first time.

"I told you," you said in a low voice, blood leaking from your lips. “Let me go."

Miguel's face suddenly darkened.

"Don't say that."

But you said it. Because that was the truth, wasn't it?

He didn't love you.

He never wanted you.

You've just been a burden.

You always felt this. And Miguel never denied it.

But now, his eyes were completely shattered.

"If I didn't love you, why am I here now?" Miguel asked. His voice was broken, angry and desperate.

"I don't know," you whispered. “Maybe to make yourself forgiven."

Miguel clenched his jaw. But this time he didn't say anything.

Because you were dying.

And he couldn't stop it.

Miguel O'Hara was always the man in control.

Affordable. Strong. Cold-blooded.

But now? Now it was a wreck.

He had his hands covered in your blood, holding you in his arms. Tightly, as if he knew that if he let you go, he would disappear.

And he knew it.

"Don't let those eyes close," said Miguel. "Don't…"

But his words were shaking.

He looked fragile for the first time.

This is the first time you've seen Miguel O'Hara as a human.

It was so close to crying for you for the first time.

But you smiled. It was light, painful, but real.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"IMPORTANT!" Miguel shouted, his voice echoing. He was cracked and hopeless.

"You were always important!"

At that moment, for the first time, you saw the truth.

He always loved you. But in the wrong way.

By ignoring. Pretending not to care.

Keeping you away from yourself.

Because he was terrified of losing.

But now? He was really losing you.

And he didn't know how to live with it.

---

TOO LATE

"I'm sorry," said Miguel.

You never expected these words from him.

But here he was, looking like a man who had made the biggest mistake of his life while holding you in his arms.

But was there any point in apologizing anymore?

"I wish… you had said that before," you whispered.

And Miguel felt his own breathing become heavier at that moment.

Because your eyes were closing.

Because he was really losing you.

"No, no, no," Miguel whispered, blinking. He put his hands on your face, as if he could wake you up. It's like everything is a nightmare.

But this wasn't a nightmare.

It was real.

And for the first time in his life, Miguel O'Hara was completely helpless.

Because he was reliving that moment once again.

He was losing his daughter once again in his arms.

And this time, he couldn't bring it back.

[wingedsirens]

spiderverse twitter 8!!!!!!!!

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taglist: @autismnation @scarthefangirl @cerria @starsval

ⓒ wingedsirens2023— do not steal, copy or translate

[angel-of-the-moons]

NSFW

Ive been dying for a part two of intrusive thoughts, or just Pavitr being a good loving husband if that alright wanting to try something new like a position or technique you choose.

Btw I REALLY love your work<33

ILYSM AND I AM SO SO SO SO SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG???

My first attempt at real NSFW with a GN!Reader! (Related to my previous ask, Intrusive Thoughts)

Impending Actions

Pavitr Prabhakar x GN!Spider Person!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, just plain ole smut, semi-public sex, risky sex. Pavitr can read minds! :D

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

And, of course... Pavitr is aged up, before an anon comes shouting into my inbox about him again. (Seriously, does that guy just not read my warnings at all in my pinned post??)

Dividers by @/across-the-art-verse

When Pavitr had developed his latent mind-reading powers, you didn't anticipate him on just reading your thoughts out of the blue. Let alone at work.

Especially not the rather... risque thoughts you had about him.

You were ever the power couple, defending Mumbattan and your universe from threats both big and small, as well as helping out other dimensions from time to time when Miguel called on you.

But sometimes, bless his golden-retriever shaped heart, Pavitr was naturally curious. He would read your mind sometimes without even meaning to, just usually wanting to "pop in" to see how yo u were really feeling in the moment. If you were secretly upset, angry, sad... And of course, inasenly horny.

That one he discovered, came from a rather risky fight, typically if you'd gotten hurt in some way. To "remind you that you were alive" one of your thoughts had said.

And, well... Today, you were recouping from a tough fight with one universe's Rhino variant. He had tossed you rather roughly into a wall, knocking you unconscious and leaving Pavitr to carry you back to Spidey HQ's medical bay, where Peter A (the Spider-Man everyone affectionately referred to as "Spider-Medic") began to treat you.

When you woke up, you were sore for sure, but otherwise perfectly fine. Your minor healing factor had been sped up a little with a serum from Miguel's universe to heal any fractures you had, and Peter A had given you a clean bill of health, but recommended you take time off to rest properly.

Pavitr had sought you out, immediately threading your hands together as he left you through the halls.

"Pav, I'm okay." You assured him as he pulled you along, "Really. Peter just said I need some rest and I'll be fine in a few days."

"I know..." Pavitr mumbled, his fingers squeezing yours tightly for a second. "I'm just... I'm happy you're okay. It was... It was scary watching you just--just fly through the air like that, y'know?"

You ought his hand back until he comes to a stop, pulling your masks up before giving him a soft and sweet kiss, "I know, honey. But I'm here. I'm alive. So let's just take that for what it is, okay?"

Pavitr's mouth hung open in a short breath as he processed your words; before yanking his mask back down as he dragged you around a corner and to a nearby door. Looking around to see if anyone was following you two or coming, Pavitr opened the door and pulled you inside.

It was some kind of utility closet. One that didn't appear to be frequently used, judging by the thin layer of dust that covered the metal boxes stacked so meticulously.

"Pav, what are we--"

He cut you off by ripping his mask off and dropping it to the floor, cupping your cheeks as his lips crashed into yours. The gasp that left your lips giving him an opening to slip his tongue past them to eagerly dance with yours.

You moaned softly, sinking your fingers into his silky dark hair; your mouths only parting when you needed to breathe.

"P-Pav..." You groaned when he turned you around and pushed you against the wall, one of his hands yanking the bottom half of your suit down to your thighs--giving him access to where he knew you had imagined him being more than once. Maybe not in a storage closet, but...

You yelped and whimpered when he spit onto his fingers, slipping them between your legs to prep your hole, gently probing and thrusting them in and out of you to stretch you out in preparation for him.

Your moans and squirming had his dick already half-hard, the thrill of it all sending a rush through his bloodstream.

"S-somebody might catch us, P-Pavitr..." You whimpered, your cheek pressing into the thin dust that coated the box; dirtying half of your mask and the front of your suit as heat coiled low in your belly while Pavitr playing with your clenching hole.

"Th-that's what you like, isn't it?" He panted, trying to keep his voice level. But it was difficult, the sounds you were making, the way your body felt around his fingers, and oh how painfully hard he was...

"Y-you like the thought that s-somebody might catch us?" He asked, pulling his fingers out of you gently; leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Just let it happen, lovie..."

You groaned as you felt his erection press against your ass while he leaned in. You arched your back, grinding against him. The way his teeth snagged his bottom lip to suppress the groan that stayed trapped in his throat had your toes curling.

"Fuck..." You gasped softly.

Pavitr leaned back, his dark chocolate eyes hazy and needy for you as he fished his dick from his suit, not wasting any time in guiding it into your prepped entrance.

The sound that came from you when he pushed into you had Pavitr lunging to cover your mouth, "E-easy!" He shushes you, panting softly as he bottomed out.

You moaned against his hand, eyes rolling back as he set a quick, sharp pace for the both of you. The adrenaline from your near-death experience coupled with the thrill of possibly being caught had you both so strung out you knew neither of you were going to last long.

Especially not with hoe the head of his cock brushed that sinfully divine spot inside of you, pressing hard against it with every grind of his hips.

His name leaves your lips, muffled by his hand as he whimpers and grunts in your ear; the soft slap of his suit against your skin even more quiet than the pleasured sounds you both were making.

Your thighs ached and trembled as that familiar burn snaked its way through your core; pleasure thrumming along your veins like a potent drug as Pavitr drove himself deep with evert frantic rut of his hips.

"A-are you g-gonna--" He moaned, "Gonna..."

You nodded, whimpering and whining into the palm of his hand. You both knew full well how loud you could get--and if he removed his hand from your mouth you would definitely give the two of you away and the embarrassment would last a lifetime afterwards--so he kept it firmly planted over your lips, his other hand gripping your hips to help guide you back against his every thrust.

Your orgasm slammed into you with a dizzying punch; your sounds of euphoria muffled still; maybe he could hear them when you two got home.

The way you clenched, your silky, searing walls gripping him so tightly... it was the most addictive feeling he ever could indulge in. He would never get tired of how good it felt to be inside of you when you orgasmed.

"I-I'm gonna--" He grunted tightly, his jaw clenched so hard you thought he might snap his mandible.

His heavy breaths ghosted over the exposed skin of your neck as he thrust once, twice... and you shuddered and cried softly as you felt his hot spend coat your walls and paint them a nice, milky white.

His body went slack, collapsing against you as his cock throbbed and twitched in the aftermath of his own climax. He wrapped his arms around your midsection and pulled you against him, kissing your exposed neck and tickling the short hairs there.

"Ah..." You sighed in bliss. "We... mmm. We should hurry up and go before we're missed..."

"Y-yeah..." He babbled, pulling out of you and making you both trembled and your breath stutter at the loss of warmth.

You both fussed, brushing the dust (as best you could, anyway) from each other's suits and hair and yanking your masks back down to conceal your flushed expressions--but not before exchanging a quick kiss.

You left the storage room, hand in hand, a sway in your steps due to your jelly-legs, absolutely content. And... excited, thinking about what kind of trouble the two of you were going to get up to when you got home...

"Really?" Pavitr gasped, his mask-eyes going wide as he gawked at you. "Y-you're already thinking about..."

"Hey! We had a deal, you jerk!" You laugh, bumping his shoulder to yours.

Pavitr chuckled softly, "Okay, okay... I can't help it sometimes, though! It's like my brain looks for yours for like--like a hug or something!"

You roll your eyes with a sarcastic snort.

Your watches beep, and as you looked at them, Lyla's tiny avatar appeared on your wrists.

"Heya, kids! Have fun with your little closet rendezvous?" She grinned, flicking her glasses down the bridge of her nose as she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

You were thankful for your masks, because... ohhh... your faces. Your poor, poor faces...

"H-how do you--" You sputtered.

Lyla laughed and tapped her foot, "Well, next time you two are gonna sneak off for a quickie... Make sure there are no cameras."

You both simultaneously felt your hearts drop, before she started talking again.

"And take off your watches. Your bio-signs were definitely telling a story, there. Whew!" She laughed, slapping her knee.

The AI smirked up at the two of you as you began to panic, and she smirked playfully.

"Don't worry." She winked, "I disabled the cameras and switched your monitors to my private feed. As far as the Big Guy is concerned, you guys just took them off for a while and are resting in one of the suites."

"Lyla, don't you ever--" You blurted.

"Hey, I'm not gonna tell! I'm your homie, kids. Remember that! Snitches and stitches and all that. Bye!" She laughed comically before vanishing.

You and Pavitr shared shell-shocked expressions, about to speak before Lyla blipped back into view to say something;

"Oh, and my advice? Wrap it before you tap it, kids!"

As her avatar winked out of existence, you and Pavitr made a dead sprint, hastily typing your dimension into your Goobers so you could make it home to avoid dying of embarrassment.

[glitterypinkconverse]

I have no idea if you did this already, but if not could you write the spiders reaction to finding out their crush sleeps with plushies?

─ ⊹ ⊱ GOODNIGHT, PLUSHIES

headcanons

summary their reaction to finding out you sleep with plushies!

request by anonymous

a/n this is a short one sorry!! i’ve been so busy w my summer classes 😭😭 (overachiever core)

warnings none!

˖   ࣪ 𓂃  1610!MILES MORALES ☆  ׂ  ׅ*

he’s so cute about it! he asks you to introduce him to all of them, asks you what their names are, how old they are, when you got them, where you get them, etc. he would definitely take pics of you sleeping with them and show them to you when you wake up. he would draw you hugging your plushies, but he wouldn’t show you (unless you really asked him to). he would buy you some and you would have one you both own!

“what’s this ones name? and this one?”

˖   ࣪ 𓂃  GWEN STACY ☆  ׂ  ׅ*

first she would be like… what… but then she would see how much you love them and share the love you have for them! she would rearrange them when you’re not looking, add a new plushie to your collection occasionally, that kind of thing. she’s the typa person who would sleep with them as well, despite her tough girl persona. you would lose one, then realize it’s gwen who took it. she always returned it in the end though!

“hey, look what i found for you. another one!”

˖   ࣪ 𓂃  HOBIE BROWN ☆  ׂ  ׅ*

he would tease you about it at first, but then overtime love that you love your plushies. he would walk in on you sleeping and absolutely love the sight he sees. you would go on your rambles talking about your plushies, and he would just silently admire you. he would get you a spider punk plushie, just so that he’s always with you.

“here ya go, a plushie that’s just like me.”

˖   ࣪ 𓂃  PAVITR PRABHAKAR ☆  ׂ  ׅ*

oh my god he’s so excited!! he also sleeps with plushies, so he would introduce you to all of them! he would ask if you could introduce yours to him and he would introduce his to you. you guys would buy plushies for each other and then become the parents to one! he would buy clothes for yours, buy little accessories for them, basically spoil them. he would not shut up about it (in a good way), and always tease you by asking how they are.

“this ones name is chikku! ooo, what’s this ones name?”

˖   ࣪ 𓂃  42!MILES MORALES ☆  ׂ  ׅ*

he won’t stop teasing you about it. whenever you guys are arguing, he would also bring up how you are the one who sleeps with a plushie at night. though, he finds it super cute. he loves what you love, so he has no choice but to love them too. he would buy them for you all the time, occasionally surprising you with them. he now knows what to get you, and it makes his heart flutter whenever he sees you sleeping with the ones he got you. continuation of this

“y/n, you’re the one who sleeps with stuffed animals at night. you can’t talk.”

TAGS ↣ @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx

[ghxstmxchine]

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

All the little ways they show love...

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ will stop in his tracks all the time whenever you have to stop to tie your shoes, it doesn't matter how far ahead the rest of your friends are. He doesn’t mind, always telling you that you both can catch up pretty quick and to take your time. If you need, he’ll tie them for you, promising that he’ll make sure they won’t come undone again, but he’ll always wait for you if they do. He’s got nothing better to do than be with you

Her interactions with Miles may make her seem oblivious, but ɢᴡᴇɴ is quick to notice everything when it comes to you. She’s always fixing your appearance, the strand of hair that’s sticking out weird she’s already carefully smoothing down. She’ll adjust any of your jewelry for you and swipe away marks from your cheeks with a giggle, but she’s never prompted. She’s always just doing it without second thought

Nothing is really sacred to ʜᴏʙɪᴇ, especially not any of his accessories. When you point out a patch of his you really like, you’ll find it stuck on your backpack. When you compliment his rings, he’s already sliding one onto your finger and kissing the back of your hand. Whenever you ask him why he does it he just replies with a shrug and sly smirk, why would he keep it when it looks better on you

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ shares everything with you, he saves you the other half of his orange and always leaves a portion of his drink for you. He shares his bed when you’re too tired to go home and it’s late and lets you sleep under his favorite handmade blanket. He leaves one hand free while carrying things just so he can still hold your hand. He shares truly everything, his secrets, his belongings and even himself

It’s easy to feel almost forgotten with ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ, he’s always getting lost in his work making you feel less than top priority. But the flowers on the counter he brings home are always replaced once they start to wilt and the coffee is always in the pot when you wake up in the morning. He may not be there in person all the time to show you how much you mean to him, but he embeds his love in every inch of your house

more visually accessible version here

[noelan1]

Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

[jellyfiishatr]

Attractive things they do!!

a/n : in actually going bonkers over these two, quite literally bouncing off of the walls bc of these two >_<★!!!

(I held back while making this otherwise this thing would've been way way way longer)

☆☆☆

characters : Pavitr Prabhakar , Hobie Brown

content : (a little??) Suggestive / Romantic / headcanons

☆☆☆

Pavitr Prabhakar!!

☆ does the little, lean-over-the-desk thing when he helps you with work in class

☆ literally close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on you cheek as he speaks

☆ AND HE WHISPERS LITTLE PRAISES LIKE "Yeah, that's good."

☆ anyways, he's the type to guide you through crowds of people when you're out with him

☆ either holds you hand and keeps you close behind him, or has you infront of him pushes you gently as he walks behind you

☆ Definitely goes over to your place whenever he gets the chances because he doesn't like texting or calling all that much

☆ ^will literally sneak out in the middle of the night and do that cliche hitting-your-window-with-a-rock thing

☆ leans over to hear you better when you're in a loud environment, whether your taller than him or not he's getting all close and personally with you

Hobie brown!!

☆ Loves to hug you from behind

☆ his large hands rubbing your hips gently as you sway with him

☆ also hates calling and texting, he wants to see you when you talk he wants to be able to feel your physical presence near him

☆ places his hand on your back before shifting you slightly foward so he can get behind you (AUGHH)

☆ when he's sleepy he does that, "hm?" Thing in response to what your saying

☆ definitely the type to put "My" infront of a nickname, like my girl/guy/lover, my pretty baby, mines etc.

☆ doesn't get insecure when someone flirts with you, he's the type to immediately go with it

☆ hyping you up and everything, "Yeah, they look good don't they?"

[claw-deen]

with a black cat variant s/o (genderneutral!reader):

miles would be like “no! stealing is wrong! 😤 but they look so cool while doing it tho 😩” his mind would be so confused, because yeah you're stealing, but only from rich people and he heard rumors about black cat helping people on the streets. one day he used his invisibility power to spy on you during one of your heist, he could have stopped you a hundred times that day, but he didn't. he might have developed the tiniest crush on you.

gwen thinks that you're the coolest person alive. yeah stealing is wrong, but she honestly doesn't care at all lol. as long as you're not hurting anyone you can rob as many rich people as you want she won't stop you. sometimes you meet on rooftops at night and often end up teaming up with her to defeat some bad guys, then you watch the sunrise together while chatting about your lives.

pavitr is suspicious of you at first, he understands that you're not a threat to the people he protects but he doesn't treat you like an ally either. he kept his distance from you until the day you saved his life; now he trusts you entirely and he likes to do his night shifts in your company. he knows you won't like it but he's very worried about you and your illegal activity, he'd rather have you doing vigilante work with him.

hobie is a big fan. he heard about you as someone who stole the rich to give to the poor and he was like “slay.” he's the one who came to you during one of your heists and asked you to team up with him. now you, pavitr and hobie want to rob museums to return all the stolen objects to their people. hobie admires you a lot, like gwen, he thinks you're the coolest person he ever met and coming from him, that means a lot.

GUYS I CAN ALREADY SEE THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS FICS COMING IN miguel wants to see you as nothing more than another enemy, he really wants to, but it's such a difficult task when you're helping people with the money of your robberies and you're looking so good while doing it too. he tried to stop you on multiple occasions, but every time he was about to put an end to your crimes something in his mind made him fail. for now you two will keep playing that cat and mouse game, well, cat and spider game, but one day you'll have to kiss him on the mouth, that'll calm him down.

[cyberjam]

ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆

warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any! no use of name or y/n, gender-neutral reader!

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☆ . . . miles morales

I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.

If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.

Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.

He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)

Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.

He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3

"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."

☆ . . . gwen stacy

She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.

Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.

She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.

You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.

She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.

You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.

"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."

☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar

It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).

You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.

He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.

There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.

A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)

He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.

He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...

"a person as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."

☆ . . . hobie brown

What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.

I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.

Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.

He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.

When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)

Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."

Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.

"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."

☆ . . . miguel o' hara

You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.

Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.

He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.

He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.

He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.

If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Can I kiss you?"

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