#satsv x you

[augustinapril]

ATSV Tweets. Pt. 3

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

warnings: spoilers!! mentions of blood and food

reblogs > likes!! ilysm <3 thank you all for the love you guys have given these!!

a/n: if there's certain characters you wanna see be part of this or that you wanna see interact more, jist tell me and I'll make sure to add more of that!! <3

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[lunatiqez]

“GUITAR LESSONS” — Hobie Brown x Reader

PAIRING: Hobie Brown x Male!Reader — use of the word “man” and “boy”

GENRE: Platonic

SUMMARY: Hobie teaches you how to play a song from one of your favorite bands.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

A/N: I’m so so so sorry if this is ooc,, I’m trying to learn more ab Hobie and his character/personality so BEAR W ME!!! Also I wrote this before his official playlist came out and CAN I JUST SAY IM A LITERAL PSYCHIC….God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols is on there !!!!! Okay this a/n is getting too long oops. Proofread by @lu-vin-it and requested by @srystix !!

YOU WERE LYING IN YOUR BED WHEN YOU got a text from your best friend, Hobie Brown.

HOBIE 🫂

12:54 PM | u coming over td??

12:54 PM | to practice guitar

YOU

12:55 PM | Yeah, what time do you want me to be there?

HOBIE 🫂

12:55 PM | time doesnt matter

12:55 PM | im free whenever

YOU

12:55 PM | K be there in 30

HOBIE 🫂

12:57 PM | 👍

On your way over, you decided to stop for a snack at the gas station. You got your favorite snack for yourself and a preheated slice of pizza for Hobie. Then, you set off to his house.

When you arrived he was in his room, mindlessly strumming his guitar strings.

“Ready?” You asked, wrecking his train of thought.

“Always.” Hobie sits up on his bed and begins playing Locomotive by Mad Season. He’s fairly good at it, but you can tell he’s not happy with the way he plays it just yet. The song is fast paced and seems to need an advanced guitar player for it— the complete opposite of you.

“Uhh, Hobie?” he looks up. “I don’t think I can play Locomotive just yet, it seems…I dunno…a bit out of my league right now?” Hobie lets out a hearty laugh.

“Alright, let’s do somethin’ easier then. How ‘bout God Save the Queen?” He suggests, knowing you absolutely love the Sex Pistols.

“Hell yeah!” You say, grabbing one of Hobie’s many spare guitars. You place your hands accordingly on the guitar frets and wait for his instructions.

“Alright, make sure you tune it right…I think it’s a standard E.” You tune the guitar to a standard E and he nods when he hears the familiar tone.

“Yep, that’s it. Now, it starts off with bar chords, so put your fingers on the fourth and sixth fret. That’ll be the G sharp major bar chord.” You do as you’re told, placing your finger pads on the frets.

“Then, you slide down to the A chord, so go down a fret and strum again in, like, a ‘down, down, up’ motion and then move back up to The G sharp chord.” By this time, you were familiar with the strumming pattern he meant so you did it flawlessly.

He went through the rest of the song slowly with you, making sure you understood what he was saying. He even went through the parts you were getting frustrated on until you got it.

“Alright, you ready to play it all in one go?”

“Uhhh…still not too sure, Hobie.” He sighed.

“You gotta have a little faith in yourself, mate! How are you s’posed to get anywhere in life without believing in yourself??” You brightened up at his encouragement.

“Alright, alright.” You said, trying to avoid a whole lecture on how important it is to believe in yourself. You paused for a moment, going through all the chords in your head before starting.

You played the beginning and Hobie got extremely excited.

“That’s my boy!” He said proudly. After a while of you playing he joined in with you.

Maybe, if he started believing in teams, he’d open up to being in a band.

[lovesclinic]

GREEN LIGHT!┊synopsis: you finally get your hands on your roommate, well your mouth

aged up miles x fem!reader

Genre: filthy filthy porn with a plot

Notes: this is for aged up miles morales btw so ahead in the timeline

Warnings: blowjob, praise, oral fixation, pet names (princess, good girl, sweetheart).

miles and you are in the car driving back home from a party. you lived together, roommates, strictly platonic.

He was tired and could barely keep keep his eyes open. he stands at the traffic light waiting for it to turn green. he leans on the palm of his hand closing his eyes waiting for the light to turn green. you were slightly drunk but not too much. you look over to miles looking at his lap. you think for a few seconds then look at the traffic light.

you move your head towards his lap, miles not noticing yet. you lay your head on his lap. miles doesn’t seem to care since he thought you just wanted to rest your head but what he didn’t expect is that you would open his zipper.

you thought for a second since he was also your best friend but you thought ‘fuck it’. you massage his dick through his pants. his eyes fly open and he looks at you.

“what are you doing..” he asks.

miles takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure "I... I think we should talk about this," he says, his voice shaking slightly.

miles leans back in his seat, taking a deep breath "I mean, I've always thought you were cute, but I didn't think you felt the same way," he admits, looking over at you.

miles smirks softly, seeing how needy you are for him, your legs squirming together. his heart racing as he looks at you. He leans in closer, his hand finding its way onto your thigh

miles groans, his hands running up and down your body as he pulls you closer "fuck, y'don't know how long ive wanted to do this for sweetheart", he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck.

miles's hands slip under your shirt, their touch sending shivers down your spine. "tell me what you want, baby," he breathes against your skin, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach.

you lean in, your lips meeting his in a heated kiss. as you feel his tongue fight for dominance against yours, you can feel him growing harder against your leg. "I want you," you moan against his lips. "I want all of you."

"Oh fuck..." He pulls back slightly, undoing his belt and pants with shaking hands. "Get on your knees, baby." He can't believe he's saying these things, but he's too far gone now.

Take me in your mouth." His cock springs free, pulsing with need. You hesitate for a moment before taking him into your mouth, exploring the length of his shaft with your tongue.

Miles's hands run through your hair, his back arching slightly. "Oh fuck yes...", he moans, biting his lower lip. His cock throbs against your tongue, demanding more attention as he leans against the wall for support.

You take him deeper into your mouth, sucking gently on the head while your hand strokes the shaft in time with your bobbing actions. "Fuck yes, baby...", he pants, his hips starting to move in rhythm with your mouth.

Suck it," he growls, his hips bucking forward as he pushes deeper into your mouth. You feel his precum dripping onto your tongue, making you want more of him.

Miles's grip in your hair tightens slightly, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck... I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "Don't stop now."

Miles's breath catches in his throat as he feels the tension building within him. His hips buck against your mouth, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Shit... don't stop... good girl..."

You keep going, taking him deeper into your mouth. The taste of him fills you up, making you even more eager for more of him. His precum is starting to flow freely now, coating your tongue and making it slick against his skin.

Miles's breathing is ragged now, his body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum princess...," he warns, his voice hoarse from need.

Suck it, baby," He groans, his hips jerking forward as he empties himself into your mouth. His hot seed fills you up, causing you to gag a little bit as he milks your mouth dry.

Feeling the imminent release, you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, milking him of every last drop. His entire body tenses, a shudder running through him as he comes down from the brink. "Fuck...,"

[sepptember]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 :: spiderman smau.

characters included :: gwen stacy, hobie brown, miles morales, pavitr prabhakar.

cw :: probably ooc characters, but other than that none!

a/n :: goobysnoober is y/n's username!! there will be no faceclaim for reader, and I'll try to keep the description as neutral as possible! <3

goobysnoober

goobysnoober :: spending time with @.centamiles aka stealing his skateboard. (also I wanted to share the pretty leaf I found!)

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centimiles :: and that's the reason you have holes in your pants!

-> goobysnoober :: shut ☝️

pivotingpavitr :: the heart leaf is definitely hinting to something!!

-> gwenenough :: that's what I'm saying

-> centimiles :: @.gwenenough @.pivotingpavitr y'all have got to be on something 😭 it is just a leaf

gwenenough

gwenenough :: im already missing band practice

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goobysnoober :: my girlfriend is soso pretty omg. I'm gonna kiss you the next time I see you.

-> gwenenough :: STOP saying I'm your girlfriend on social media!! you're scaring the girls away.

centimiles :: uhm, where is my credit for taking that picture of you??

-> gwenenough :: omg thanks for clicking a button! that must've been so hard.

bobiehrown :: fuckin knew you were on your phone during practice. shame on you gwendy.

-> gwenenough :: oh boohoo as if you haven't done the same thing

-> goobysnoober :: I NEED to know when your guys next practice is. I miss hearing your music and I'm suffering withdrawals.

-> gwenenough :: @.goobysnoober no, you're having withdrawals from the snacks we have during practice.

-> goobysnoober :: @.bobiehrown can't believe you'd assume such a thing. you think so low of me :((

[thewriterg]

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭

pairing(s): earth 42! Miles Morales x fem!reader, Miles Morales x poc!reader

summary: Overworked and burnt out was an understatement everything was going so well with your internship until you were forced with schedule you could barely handle and Miles is there to take pressure off your shoulders

word count: 1.1k+

request: hi! if requests are open can i pls get one w earth 42 miles who he’s comforting after a long shift they had??

warning(s): Miles is about 18 senior in this, rusty spanish, reader is ready to drop dead, mentions of blood work, child labor?, pet names, kisses, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @lekeyeh24 & @jthmstims—

You stood outside the door of your apartment taking your badge and putting it against the door when you didn’t hear the usual ‘click’ you did it once more the line of thin rope it was on from the retractable keychain until you finally noticed you were home

It was very rare to get the internship you got as high schooler you’d been hoping for since your freshman year and when you application got accepted to work in a phlebotomy lab to get your CPT and make very decent money to be a senior you along with everyone who knew you personally was ecstatic

Your mom and dad had threw a celebration party on your rooftop inviting a few good friends, family members, and of course Rio and Miles the boy couldn’t be more proud of you showing you with more than enough gifts to last you until holiday season

The sudden urge to bash your head against the door was very prominent as you realized you were home and not at the lab as you fished through one of your many unnecessarily full bags to grab your keys unlocking your door one of the biggest gifts Miles gifted you had been the apartment he saw you looking at over your shoulder one day switching between the housing app and your Pinterest board for home inspiration

You deemed the second biggest gift both of your parents allowing you to move in together as high school seniors even if you were legally adults

But thankfully Rio and your parents agreed after much pleading and convincing that it would be a good thing for the both of you and the start of your adulthood even if they threatened you with everything under the sun if you made them grandparents

As you entered your home Miles was up from his position on the couch taking your bags from your hands and arms scolding you as he shut the door from behind you with a grunt

“¿Por qué no me llamaste? Te hubiera ayudado. Give me these” You would gladly let him knock himself out as you took off your work shoes which were just an older pair of Jordans beside the door not having enough energy to put them on the rack before going to sit down on your couch you just needed to sit for a few minutes

You suddenly were aware that your scrubs were on your brand new couch causing you to groan before you put your head in your hands screaming at yourself internally to disinfect the whole thing when you were to get up

“What’s wrong mi vida? Nah uh uh, we’re not doing that, what’s wrong with my baby?” He crouched in front of you now his hands were on your arms his braids falling to his shoulders dismissing the excuse as you hit him with the ‘nothings wrong’

“Its just hard handling school and work and then the family is still up on me about the move and making sure I finish school I’m just ready to quit” Miles knew you weren’t just talking about your new job or school he’d liked to think of himself as a bit brighter than that as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms

“This is our last year, I know you’re gonna finish out strong ‘cause that’s just you. You’ll complain and whine ‘bout it but I know you’ll find a solution to… accommodate everything. Eres súper mujer mami” Miles stated carefully trying his hardest to not come of too insensitive never taking his hands off you before you finally uncovered your face he was quick to wipe under your eye before a tear could escape it muttering something below his breath that you barely caught

“Too pretty to be cryin’ over this shit”

“And tell them to lay off you ‘fore I have to come up there and kick somebody ass” That caused a chuckle to slip past your lips while Miles face broke into a beginning of a small smile

“Go get in the shower aight’? I got the rest.” You sighed before coming to a stand Miles did the same giving you space to move around the half decorated unfinished living room giving you creative freedom to do whatever the hell it was you wanted to the apartment with a simple ‘you do you princesa’

The toffee skinned boy began to order takeout over his phone as you walked further into your home not wanting to worry yourself with cooking anything for the either of you making sure to add a little extra of everything when he heard the water turn on he grabbed his car keys out of the bowl that sat by the door on the decorative table before slipping out the house into the streets of New York

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Miles wasn’t the least bit of surprised when he heard the water still running as he returned to your home he made the run as a quick as he could in New York traffic one hand full with two Chinese takeout bags and another with some of your favorite flowers trying to make sure not to crush them as entered through the door

He sat down the flowers on the dining room table before unloading all of the food from the bags and sitting it on one of the trays you had got on a trip to the thrift store and when he questioned what the hell the wooden mini trays were for he was in for an ear full that summed up one statement

“When we’re not eating at the table nobody’s fucking up my couch”

“Oh Miles” Fifteen minutes later you we’re finally out the shower treading back to the living room before you were stopped in awe looking around your living room some of the candles that were placed in various places were now lit, there was food on the table, Corpse Bride one of your favorite movies was paused at the beginning on the Tv, and your boyfriend stood presenting flowers in his hand to you

Without another word you pressed a kiss to his plump lips before engulfing him which he returned with a small chuckle pressing a kiss to your forehead

“Haré cualquier cosa por ti eres mi mundo lo sabes” He pressed one more kiss to your hairline before he urged you to sit making a mental note to put the flowers in a vase as you both made your way to your couch you picked up one of to go boxed along with a pair of chopsticks that Miles didn’t know how the hell you ate with before playing the movie

A little while later You looked up to see the boy beginning to massage your legs and feet as you went to protest about him needing to eat he brushed you off shushing you

“Let me take care of you mami” And so you did

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short and sweet domestic earth 42 Miles because I said so 🙀

I’ve deleted like 90% of request from my request from my request inbox

I just need a little creative freedom right now

you’re still welcome to request because I will get to it eventually just not as fast 😊

stay safe writers!

[cyberstrm]

spiderpeople + how they take care of you when you're sick

cws: illness detail, emetophobia

a/n: tysm for the love on my spiderpeople + how affectionate they are!!!! i'm lowkey ill rn so i need the comfortttt

HOBIE makes you a lot of tea. he'll just sit with you and keep you company, usually strums on his guitar to keep both of you occupied. you watch shitty romcoms and eat good food. he's also there for you during the gross bits, but he doesn't mind, he just wants you to feel better. will go and get you anything you want from the shops.

MIGUEL goes into dad mode. gives you medicine and keeps tabs on when you need more. makes you warm food (he's an amazing cook). not super affectionate because he doesn't want to get sick, but will lie on the sofa with you and rub your back. carries you to bed and tucks you in, reads you stories to help you sleep.

PETER B is...not good when you're sick. he does not like getting sick and gets sick super easily. he's more of an affirming words and sweet texts person. feeds you soup from a distance. sleeps on the sofa. when he inevitably gets sick as well despite his precautions, then he can be more touchy feely. he'll only kiss you once he's sick as well.

[atpsnty]

┊𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝

miguel o’hara ; spider-man: across the spider-verse

pairing: miguel x gn!reader (you do not show up though)

warnings: (vague) breakup emotions, angst

request: n/a

summary: inspired by ‘i’m tired’ - labrinth & zendaya

a/n: kind of worded like a poem (sorry I love writing poetry and can’t stop)

character credit: spider-verse movie series

w/c: 456

'Hey Lord, You Know I'm Tired.'

It is like clockwork really – the way Miguel goes about the day.

Home: The place for basic necessities that couldn’t be completed at headquarters. The place where he was supposed to yearn to go to at the end of each day, yet the place where he rarely ends up. It is less of a “home” and more of an unnecessary residence, for your presence was fading faster than he cared to acknowledge and to keep outside the walls was to keep you in.

Work: The Arachno-Humanoid Poly Multiverse, he would call it by no other name because that is exactly what it is. A multiverse. Multiple realities converging and connecting through the means of spider-people. If he had a home, and he uses if very wisely, he would consider headquarters the living room that he never occupies; always trapped in his own hideaway for means of work, “play” does not exist in his vocabulary – not anymore at least. The enjoyment of downtime had withered away once you had left, leaving the quiet that relaxation had brought to accept the racket of his misfortune.

Missions: When Miguel was not in one of the two listed places, he was surely on a hunt of his own. He does this a lot now, taking on assignments himself. Though he has timelines to monitor and canon events to oversee, he finds that hands-on pursuits block out the noise more thoroughly than any desk duty. He takes every hit and assault, willingly putting himself in harmful positions in hopes that the ringing in his ears will drown out the distant echo of your laugh.

He can no longer carry weight of his own memories.

So this cycle repeats. In various orders and never through allocated time frames, but using these three places, using these three environments Miguel allows his days to choke on the air that lacks of your scent in hopes that the sounds of his own suffering will drown him.

‘It is all I got, Is this Enough?’

He likes to remind himself that he tried his best, that he held on to the breaking strings of your relationship for as long as he could.

But did he really?

Surely if he did he wouldn’t be wishing for you gone from his mind while simultaneously wishing for his memories to draw fresh.

He does not wish for you back.

He does not wish to witness you breaking again, because that is exactly what would happen. He would never be able to give you what you deserve – what you desire most and he does not wish to watch you walk away again.

He wouldn't be able to erase the memory once more.

short little drabble to get me back into writing,, also ahhhh first spiderverse ff after being obsessed for MONTHS (my requests are open!)

[luveline]

SPOILERS FROM SPIDER-MAN ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE BELOW

please don’t read any further if you are avoiding spoilers for satsv

I hope it’s okay that I took this for a request anon! this is a follow up to The Wishing Tree so you’re welcome to read that beforehand if you want to, but otherwise I think if you’ve seen the movie you’ll hopefully understand what’s happening anyhow. miguel x fem!reader

Miguel's been different lately. Ever since the night he got mugged, he's changed. There's something he's not telling you. You wonder if you should ask him about it, but guiltily, shamefully, you don't want to. You don't want this to stop. 

Because all of a sudden it's like he's in love with you again. You're being cruel to him, you worry, in thinking he didn't love you before. Of course he did. Just getting married, having a child together, it’s changed you both so much over the years, it's only natural that the honeymoon affection faded. Natural, and yet you'd been missing it. You didn't realise how much until now. 

Miguel gets home from work now and he's tentatively sweet. Before, he'd get home, sighing from how tired he felt, overlooked and overworked at Alchemex, and there'd be little energy left in him for more than a kiss on the cheek and a shoulder squeeze. You missed him and you were glad to have him home, but you wanted more from him that you felt you couldn't ask for. 

These days you're waiting by the door and pretending you aren't. You'd be embarrassed if he found out. Maybe he knows; there's no reason for you to be sitting on the stairs with a half full laundry basket in hand, but there you are, your heart racing with an almost teenage-like excitement. 

"Hey," Miguel says, smiling as he brushes through the door. "Are you okay? Why are you sitting there?" He waves his hand at you ineffectually as he takes off his coat, hanging it on the rack. 

"Just got tired," you lie, slightly breathless at the sight of his smile. 

He really looks like he adores you. All the time. It's making you weird, but how are you supposed to react? You'd never slander him to anyone, but it had been so disappointing to wait for him and get brushed off night after night. You know he was tired. You know he was doing it for you, for Gabriella. But you can't help feeling the difference. 

"You sure?" he asks, tucking his bag into the hutch. 

You nod. 

He nods back, murmuring, "Okay," as he leans down to kiss you. On the lips, and not the cheek. 

He takes the laundry basket from your lap quicker than you realise. You can't stop him in time as he steps around you on the stairs and races up them to the bathroom where the washing machine resides. Your heart jumps into your throat —he'll see the full load and he'll know you were sitting there with the basket for no reason at all. You'd wanted to look busy, and now you'll look like a fool. 

You follow him slowly, not wanting to see. Miguel loves you, but he's always said you need affection more than the average person. Not once had he implied that you should feel bad about that, but you had anyhow. What if he thinks you're being childish, wanting to see him? 

He puts the basket next to the washing machine, barely looking at it. "No more chores," he says, grinning at you. "You do too much." 

You blink. "You think so?" 

"Do I think so?" he asks, with a fond incredulity. "You're always doing something. Washing, cleaning, cooking. All you have to do tonight is sit down. Can you do that?" 

"You don't have to tell me twice," you say. 

Maybe this will wear off. Someone held a gun to his chest and it unsettled him, knowing how close he was to dying. He's feeling grateful for a second chance, and it's manifesting in all this extra care and adoring. In another month, he'll settle down. Still your husband, still an angel, but not so touchy. 

Or maybe he'll stay like this. It's been three weeks now and he shows no signs of stopping, if anything he's getting more and more affectionate every day. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind last night while he was sitting at the kitchen table, expecting him to kiss your cheek and gently nudge you away, but he'd covered your arms and held them, kissing a tender line from the crook of your arm to your shoulder. When he spoke it was with a warm, almost husky cadence. Hello, you.

He's staring at you. "What are you thinking about?" he asks. 

"Nothing." He raises his eyebrows at you. "Nothing, just wondering what to make for dinner," you say. 

His hand finds your wrist, pulling you toward him. "What don't you understand about sitting down? I can make dinner." 

"You've worked all day," you protest. 

"What have you been doing?" Miguel pulls your hand to his chest. "What, am I a bad cook?" 

"I'm always asking you to cook," you say. 

Miguel kisses your knuckles where they rest against his collar, rubbing them with enough tenderness to have you reeling. He must see something in your face, because the lovey-dovey softness in his own expression melds to hesitation.

"Is something wrong?" he asks. 

When he looks at you like that, you can't lie to him. "No. It's not that something is wrong, exactly, but… you're being so nice to me." 

Distress or something similar flashes in his eyes, so quickly you think you might have imagined it. 

"I'm not usually like this," he says carefully. 

You're expecting him to be offended by what you aren't saying. You've had similar fights before. I don't have time for this, cariño. 

You shake your head vehemently before he can get the wrong idea, but he isn't mad. His hands are soft as he grasps your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing quarter circles as soon as they touch down. Your surprise is obvious. 

"Do you wish I was nicer?" he asks. 

"You're plenty nice, my love, really. That's not what I meant." 

"No, but humour me." 

You grab his elbow. "It's not about being nicer. I just… I know I can be a bit much for you, and I know what happened was scary and confusing, and now you're back safe, you– you don't have to do all of this. Not if you don't want to." 

He's classically handsome and has been since the day you met, but there's something to be said about how love changes his features. How affection for you softens his strong jaw, his thick eyebrows inching up his forehead just so. 

"I don't want you to be nicer," you say quietly, looking down at his chest. "But this has been nice. I finally feel like–" 

You stop short as Miguel takes your face into his hand. His thumb along your jaw, he tilts your head up straight. 

"What?" 

"I was worried maybe I was getting to be too much for you," you say. "But not lately. I'm sorry." 

The look he gives you is peculiar. He looks sorry, which is both unexpected and not, and he looks glad. Like you've told him something he wants to hear. 

Light from the frosted bathroom window catches his eyes, has brown turning to liquid honey, his lashes a neat hedging that grows fainter in the sun. They lower as his gaze falls to your mouth. 

"Can I…" he trails off.

He shakes his head gently and leans in, pausing a half a centimetre from your lips. You lean in to meet him. 

He kisses you as though there's nowhere in the world he needs to be besides here. He's been so many things since he got home that day, hesitant and hungry, undecided and undulating in his touches. Even late at night, with a hand on his abdomen and your face hovering over his, it was almost like your enthusiasm surprised him. 

And now he's realised that you're surprised in turn.

"If I ever gave you the impression," he says, breaking the kiss suddenly like he can't not say what he's thinking, "if you ever for a moment thought that I didn't want too much, I'm sorry. I was an idiot."  

"It's not like that," you insist.

"I've been different, I know that. Tell me if it's good or bad different." 

You wrap your arms around his neck, on tiptoes to hug him properly. He leans down again, taking the bulk of your weight in his arms like it's easy. Your heels lift off of the tile.

"Good different," you mumble into his shoulder. 

"Was that so hard?" he asks. 

His playfulness rears. You try to get out of his arms before he can start, but his hands dive for your sides. His tickling makes you laugh so loudly that Gabriella abandons the TV in her room and demands to be tickled too. 

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thank you for reading and sorry the formatting on this post is ugly but there’s no way for me to put a spoiler warning before an ask so I thought it was best to screenshot the ask and put it underneath one myself!

[augustinapril]

ATSV: TWEETS PT. 2

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

[oraclesblog]

🛑 Major SATSV Spoilers 🛑

I recently saw SpiderMan: Across the Spider-Verse and it was amazing. I love all the hype the movie is getting, but I’ve been seeing a lot of Gwiles (Gwen x Miles) slander for the dumbest reasons ever. So, I thought I would just debunk some of them because it’s clear you antis struggle with media literacy so let’s go.

1. “Gwen and Miles should’ve just stayed friends they were so much better platonic”

Saying this just makes me think you watched the first movie with your eyes closed because in what world were they ever “just friends”.

You can’t say they were better platonic when they were never even platonic to begin with. Both Miles and Gwen had a mutual crush on one another in the first film so they were never “just friends” + the first film was literally building up their relationship.

2. “Gwen betrayed miles in SATSV she’s fake”

No, no she didn’t, Gwen didn’t invent the laws of the multi-verse and she doesn’t run the spider society. It’s not Gwen’s fault that Spider-Man becoming an orphan or half an orphan is a multiversal constant.   There’s nothing in her power she can do to change that and Miles being chased by all the other Spider people wasn’t Gwen‘s fault either that was Miguel’s.

Saying stuff like “she should have told Miles about what was going to happen to his dad” again just makes me think you watched the movie with your eyes closed because Gwen wasn’t even allowed to interact with Miles and if she told Miles (A SpiderMan that isn’t even part of the spider society) about what was going to happen to his dad Miguel would’ve found out and would’ve kicked her out of the spider society. She was almost kicked out in the first place for even talking to him imagine what would have happened if she told him about his dad and if she was kicked out she would’ve been homeless because her dad disowned her. She also states in the movie that she didn’t know how to tell him about it which makes sense because she hasn’t seen him in over a year so how would something that big and consequential come up in a conversation.

Not to mention, she’s young and inexperienced as a hero she’s gonna screw up and make mistakes she was put in a completely unfair circumstance by the adults around her and had an enormous amount of pressure put on her shoulders. Blaming the teenage girl for a situation like this instead of Miguel and Jessica or even Peter B is absolutely wild.

3. “They have No chemistry”

Now this one is just completely biased because you know damn well…

These stills alone just prove you wrong because no way you watched the movie, saw the way they looked at each other, and interacted and actually said “they don’t have chemistry”. 💀

4. Lastly I’ve seen people hate on Gwiles solely based on the fact that it’s an interracial relationship and the fact that this is a problem in 2023 is mind boggling. Some of y’all are just racist bigoted people who need to learn how to stfu.

[lovesclinic]

𝘔𝘠 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘖!┊synopsis: a short blurb about you and your bodyguard miles!

best friend miles x reader

as miles' friend, he had inadvertently put your life at risk. while he protected his identity to the best of his ability, you and him were very publicly friends, and you were the figure in a lot of paparazzi photos of spiderman suspected to be a 'special' kind of friend. his girlfriend. .

so of course his enemies wanted to use the possibility of a 'girlfriend' against him. which led to now, miles having to stakeout at your home, overnight, to keep you safe. he'd never spent the night at yours, despite constantly being together it just seemed to.. couply? but your mum is a very big 'shipper' of you too getting together, and now very discreet about it either.

"now ill be in my room sweetheart, but you let me know if you need anything at all!" your mother winked dramatically before scurrying out the door to dinner with her friends.

had your mother really left you home alone? with a boy?

this was all miles' fault. he insisted on staying the night to keep watch over you. argueing "you don’t have to be alone tonight." and you would have been able to decline if it werent for the pout on his face, and those sweet puppy dog eyes.

dammit.

miles shuffled on the spot shyly, was he.. blushing?

he avoided your eyes, knowing you were glaring at him due to your predement, "you shouldn’t be alone right now. i’ll take the couch, it’ll be fine-" no way, you might not want, or need him, to spend the night, but you were not a bad host.

" don’t be ridiculous, there’s enough room on this bed for both of us." you eased up on the glare enough that miles could look tou in the eye, seemingly less flustered and more comfortsble at the. idea of being able to protect you from the same room.

your bodyguard, how lucky.

little did you know just how lucky you'd get tonight.

[indecisive-capricorn]

Headcanons to Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman Reader:

WARNINGS: Fluff, a few dirty jokes (if you're not 18+, please don't read this post), a few mentions of death, etc.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before everyone reads this, I just want to say that the timeline begins way before ATSV. Like, it starts around the same time as the Miguel O'Hara we see in the SATSV credit scene. Also yes, the dirty jokes might have been a little unnecessary but I couldn't help myself, it was literally right there! And I wanted to make this longer but I'll just continue it with a part II instead. :)

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

On the day you had met Miguel O'Hara, you felt relieved and lucky to have another superhero alongside you. Not just because you are the clumsiest spider woman to probably ever live and needed some help before you get into an accident from slipping becuse of a banana or a bag or had fallen down multiple times during a fight for no reason at all. Seriously, it's not your fault. You either have bad luck or just have really bad balance but either way, meeting Miguel O'Hara for the first time had assured you that you weren't the only one going through everything you have endured as a superhero.

You were a loner practically because of your secret life. You were aware of the dangers that could happen to you and to those you tell your secrets to, so you decided to keep your mouth shut on it until Miguel came along.

Miguel was a little awkward but quite nice to you during your first meeting after he had helped you defeat a Doctor Octavius who was not from your dimension. Miguel explained to you about the multiverse and how people like the Doctor Octavius who came to your dimension are called anomalies and his plans to create a team of spider people to keep the universe in balance. You were a little reluctant to join at first because let's face it, you already have a lot of trouble keeping your own dimension's villain in place and you didn't want to burden Miguel either, but eventually, you agreed.

Miguel said so himself that he had only recently found a way to go to other dimensions but it's a little tricky and because of it, the team was still small and consisted only of a few members, including Miguel, you, another spider woman named Jessica Drew who's a total badass and a Peter Benjamin Parker who looks quire similar to your old college friend, Peter Parker but that's a story for another time.

In almost all of your missions, you were paired up with Miguel. You've went on a few missions with Peter and Jess too, but you worked mostly with Miguel and actually got bonded well with him. At first you two got along over your love for empanadas and although you were under the impression that Miguel might be a humourless, stoic guy, you were met with the complete opposite. Sure, he can be serious at times but he was also funny and casual and loves to joke with you in his own sarcastic way.

Miguel trained you as well. Whenever you made a mistake during training or during the missions, he would help teach you a move or two to help improve your skill and you've always appreciated that, especially when you noticed how he was using his free time to train you, outside of working hours, even when the sun was already setting.

Since the two of you are practically partners-in-crime at work or sometimes jokingly called work wife and work husband by Peter and Jess, you would be around each other most of the time. While Miguel would be busy finishing an invention in his lab, a watch that's supposed to bring you to any dimension you want and stops the person wearing them from glitching, you were busy watching for any anomalies that might pop up in the dimensions. Miguel insisted for you to do it near him, so that way he could glance at the screens every once in a while too when he stops momentarily for a break.

You were the one to always remind him to eat, either bringing him some homemade empanadas, which became his personal favourite ever since he took the first bite but he'll never admit it to you , for lunch or lasagna for dinner. It became a habit at that point and you end up bringing two homemade dishes instead of one to work. The first time you gave him some of your homemade food, Miguel was insistent to pay you back somehow, though it was hard for him to resist any of the food you give him. Either out of hunger or just because his tongue loves the way all the food you bring tastes. And technically, it's not the only thing his tongue loves to taste if you swing in the right direction and put enough courage to it. ;)

However, when you were secretly watching Miguel— yes, you're quite nosy — as he took over to check for any anomalies on the screens, you couldn't help but notice that he would always look to a particular dimension. You weren't sure which dimension it is, but you knew that the Miguel O'Hara in that dimension has a daughter named Gabriella. You caught him looking over to that dimension a couple more times but dismissed it to be nothing and decided to mind your own business on it.

You only began to become suspicious when Miguel didn't come to his missions or even come to Spider Society. Miguel had managed to recruit a lot more spider variants but it was very unlike him to not be present in the team. Out of everyone, Miguel was the one who insisted for Jess, Peter and you to work just as hard when the team was still little. And the times Miguel did come for missions or to make an invention, he would always be in a hurry, as if he had some other businese to attend to.

Miguel could also be a bit unfocus at times. One time, you noticed him staring at a file about a mission report and tried to ask him an absurd question. "Miguel?" "Hm?" "Is it alright if I redecorate the whole office and cover it with hot pink glitter and rainbows?" "Sure, as long as you think it's benefical for the mission."

You were of course a little very hurt by his frequent absence but you didn't want to immediately confront him about it. You knew how hard it was for Miguel to manage a whole team, especially one that's growing rapidly by the day, so you tried to be understanding and stayed quiet about it.

That was until one day, you had enough. Your patience could only go so far and that thin line broke when Miguel had suddenly left during an important mission. The mission was a success and you managed to take down the anomaly, but after the fight, you were left with a severely broken arm. When Miguel received news about your state, he quickly went over to the infirmary where you were being treated at. You were silent the whole time he was apologizing to you for abruptly leaving and began tending to your arm instead of the spider healer that had been assigned to you.

Miguel had stuck around, bringing in snacks and drinks to comfort you during your time in the infirmary until the sun went down. He used the excuse that he needed to do check the multiverse for any activities of an anomaly. However, you knew that wasn't the case and right after he left the infirmary, you soon followed after him, making sure to be careful and silent with your steps.

When Miguel had arrived to his office, you noticed him using his newest invention, the watch that allows anyone to go to another dimension, and witnessed firsthand as he disappeared into a portal. You managed to slip into the portal but since you weren't thinking things through, you had completely forgotten that the portals were often opened from the sky, and with that broken arm of yours, it's no wonder you might get more injuries from the fall. Thankfully though, your instincts kicked in and it was around night time as well, so you managed to stick your webs to the building before you hit the ground and without anyone noticing you.

After landing on the ground, you were eventually able to follow Miguel again but turned confused when you saw him going into a house that you were unfamiliar with. You had been to Miguel's universe before and knew what his home looked like in Nueva York, but you were not in Miguel's universe and the house he had went to looked less extravagant than the penthouse he had let you stayed in for the night, which you promised to yourself to never discuss it with anyone.

You observed from a far distance to ensure that Miguel wouldn't catch you and watched as he climbed into the window on the second floor of the house and you began to get doubtful of your suspicions, wonderinv if perhaps he was just on a secret mission you didn't know about. Miguel tends to be secretive at times.

An old lady soon stepped out of the house, seemingly a neighbour, but what shocked you was that when the house door opened for the old lady to go out, you saw a glimpse of Miguel with Gabriella.

You froze in your spot for some time, completely dumbstruck by the revelation. When you finally snapped out of your trance, you noticed Miguel and Gabriella watching a soccer match on the television, actively cheering for their favourite team with popcorn and sodas. You were amused slightly at the sight but not so much with the idea of what exactly was happening at that moment because as far as you know, Miguel never had a daughter to begin with in his own dimension.

So, to be sure, you went back to headquarters and checked the backgrounde of both Gabriella's and Miguel's universes. With Lyla's help, you found out that Gabriella's father, the Miguel O'Hara in her universe, had been killed several weeks ago— the exact same time your well, not your your Miguel became more absent in the Spider Society. It was a canon event and nothing could be done to prevent it or else it could have caused chaos. You became suspicious and after checking his watch's history, you discovered ghat Miguel had went to Gabriella's dimension during the important mission and he had also went there multiple times during his frequent absence at work.

You confronted Miguel about it after you had gathered all of the evidence to prove what he had been up to the past several weeks. You didn't want to be harsh but you knew you needed to be upfront about it, knowing how Miguel is like. It wasn't much of a confrontation but you had asked him for his side of the story. You wanted to hear his reasons.

Miguel explained to you that he wanted to raise Gabriella for the time being until he can find a suitable guardian for her since Gabriella's father was raising her by himself without her mother nor grandparents. Miguel didn't want Gabriella to know that her father had been killed either since it would distress her, so he had secretly been living as the Miguel O'Hara in that universe. You understood his reasons, of course, but you warned him that if he doesn't find a guardian for Gabriella soon, there will be consequences for both him and Gabriella's universe.

Even after you had warned him, Miguel still kept on going to Gabriella's universe, but he was a little more present at work as well. You avoided Miguel as much as you could at work, finding it to be ironic that the man who was dedicated to protecting the multiverse was also about to disrupt another universe's canon. However, you couldn't blame him either. Gabriella is his own child in another universe and having to go through a parent's death is already hard enough as it is, especially at a young age. Miguel was trying to protect her from that pain as long as he could until he was able to find a suitable guardian for her, which is really hard since before her father's death, Gabriella lived alone with her father and had no other family. From the universe's data, her mother had left after she had given birth to Gabriella and Gabriella's grandparents from Miguel's side had already died while Gabriella's mother's family wanted nothing to do with them.

Although you understood his reasons for continuing, you still feared of the consequences that might come to Miguel and Gabriella, so after your missions, you would go to Gabriella's dimension and watched over her from a distance to check if there were any glitches or potential dangers around her, even when Miguel was not around her. Miguel noticed it eventually, but instead of scolding or confronting you about it, he introduced you to Gabriella and told her that you're "Papa's good friend from work".

Gabriella was shy and quiet when you first met her, but after meeting her a few more times, she slowly opened up and revealed her curious side to you. Gabriella is quite adorable and would sometimes aske you questions about her father and how close the two of you are. You didn't find it odd, especially since Gabriella's father probably didn't bring any of his friends back home to meet Gabriella, and answered all of Gabriella's questions with enthusiasm.

At first, you only wanted to meet Gabriella a couple times just so that you knew what she is like, but you weren't able to say no when Gabriella had asked if you could go to her soccer match on Thursday with big, wide eyes. Okay, you admit you have a soft spot for children but how can anyone blame you for saying yes when an adorable kid asks you to go to their soccer match looking all excited?

You ended up going to Gabriella's soccer match and Miguel was a little smug that you came, especially since you didn't really want to get too attached to Gabriella, but Miguel didn't comment anything about it and just bought you some snacks for the soccer match while you two cheer for Gabriella. She was so excited when she realized that you came and hugged you tightly after she had won the match, though Gabriella turned a little sad when you had to leave. In order to cheer her up, you made a pinky promise to Gabriella that she will see you soon enough.

[jag10110]

Things I Write 2023

Currently I am sticking to SATSV with [male character] x male reader. However, as time goes on, I do plan to create more gender neutral content.

Things I Do Not Tolerate

Incest

Pedophilia (all characters are 18+)

Homophobia, Antisemitism, Transphobia, Racism, or any other type of discriminating comments

Prompts I Can Write

[Male Character] x Male Reader (can be NSFW, warning will be placed at the beginning)

[SATSV Character] x Gender Neutral Reader (will NOT be NSFW)

This list will be updated as time goes on.

Requests

When coming up with requests, make them detailed enough so I don't have to go out on a limb. For example:

[Character A] and [Character B] have feelings for one another, yet both are too shy to say it. They have known each for [#] years and have kept their feelings to themselves, both afraid of rejection. However, one day they find themselves alone, with...

It can be as detailed or as vague as you'd like, along as you give me one central plot to work around. I would like to have a series and not a one time thing, but it does depend on how the plot is progressing, along with other factors.

[thewriterg]

🕷Across The Spiderverse

🕷 earth 1610 Miles Morales

your face | punk au |

must be the season of the witch | fluff You had been dating your vigilante boyfriend for a few months now but to his surprise you were hiding something a little more than complicated

🕷 earth 42 Miles Morales

your face | punk au |

must be the season of the witch | hurt comfort You had been dating your vigilante boyfriend for a few months now but to his surprise you were hiding something a little more than complicated

burn out | fluff Overworked and burnt out was an understatement everything was going so well with your internship until you were forced with schedule you could barely handle and Miles is there to take pressure off your shoulders

In my restless dreams | hurt no comfort Miles was a really sacred thing in your life which is why you hadn’t told him about your other… acquaintance with a spider suit and web slingers so the gut wrenching feeling when you couldn’t save him tore your world apart, until he’s there to comfort you.

🕷️ Hobie Brown

nsfw abcs | smut you see the title!

🕷️ Miguel O’Hara

nothing yet…

🕷️ Pavitr Prabhakar

nothing yet…

🕷️ Gwen Stacey

nothing yet…

🕷️ Peter B Parker

nothing yet…

[augustinapril]

Spiderman: Across the Spidervere tweets (ft. reader)

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

[augustinapril]

Y/n: "What are you writing?"

Hobie: "The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information."

Y/n, looking over Hobie's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out'.