Note: I miss my boyfriends (both miles’) very dearly and I’m also tired of the characterization that was slapped onto 42-miles just because he’s an alternate version of 1610 #let42milesbeadork
hc’s under cut !!!
- he’s still violently awkward, hell I’d say even more so than 1610 miles
- very introverted, struggles with conversation with most people that isn’t his mother or Aaron
- stopped trying to take advice from Aaron after a girl genuinely laughed in his face
- on the low nerd, really into animanga and comics and wears discreet merch
- he’s more into fantasy and action animanga’s but he does enjoy slice of life romances every once in a while
- he attends conventions, in cosplay about 95% of the time. the other 5% when he’s out of cosplay is usually on the last day of the cons when he’s either A: hasn’t planned a last day cosplay or B: he’s way too tired to cosplay again
- uses his knowledge of the schematics of the prowler suit and how it works to make canon accurate cosplays to characters who wear robotic armor
- (Aaron’s always poking fun at him for it, calls him nerdy but he always helps with making said cosplays)
- collects action/prize/scale figures + nendoroids and on occasion funko pops (most of the funkos are gifts though)
- velcro son, if there’s one thing he loves more than his mom is being around her damn near constantly (and annoying her in the process)
- still tripping over his own feet, not even while he’s running most of the time either
- he just can’t get out of his own way honestly
- used to be in an anime club in middle school and a girl gave him a friendship bracelet and that’s the only friendship bracelet he’s ever received
- he still wears the bracelet on the regular
- he saw her out one time while wearing it and he wanted to talk to her but he got nervous when he saw her with her friend group
- got like violently depressed after his dad died, nothing could get him out of his room or away from a picture of his dad. the image of his father’s covered body on the stretcher being wheeled into the ambulance is burned into his brain and behind his eyelids
- he blames 1610 miles for his dads death, to an extent. he’s aware it gets ridiculous at some point, but he can’t help but be jealous and bitter
- when he realizes that instead it’s entirely The Spot’s fault, his hatred’s almost entirely redirected
- he’s still a bit resentful though
- somedays miles feels like he’s forgetting his fathers face, his voice, his laugh. his brain usually feels especially fuzzy these days, and he doesn’t really register much. he’s just sorta…existing. making his way through life.
- his favorite color’s purple
- the prowler suit is what kicked off his love of purple and it just kinda escalated from there
- wears his mothers perfumes + Aaron’s and his fathers colognes because he likes to smell like them
starting the new year off RIGHT !!!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERY1 !!!!!!!
Not being able to choose your character hyperfixations is so embarrassing bro, I'll be like "yeah bro I'm so tired I only got 2 hours of sleep last night because my brain wouldn't stop thinking about blorbo long enough for me to shut it down" and then they ask who the character is and I have to show them a picture of this guy
Summary: Marc helps out Steven’s neighbor with their plumbing issues
Warnings: Reader thinks Marc is Steven, fluff, Marc might be falling in love
Marc doesn’t even know why he said yes. Honestly, he barely even knows you. He knows your Steven’s neighbor, and that you’re nice enough for Steven to consider you a friend. That’s about it, really.
But for whatever reason, he couldn’t bring himself to say no to you asking if he could help with your leaky sink. Maybe it’s the way you looked at him. Desperate, hopeful, sweet. Maybe it’s cause Steven liked you, and he was in the back of his mind murmuring “help them.” Because that’s what Steven would do if he was for you if he was handy in any way.
Maybe it’s just because you offered dinner in exchange for his help.
So now, Marc finds himself under your kitchen sink, your extra pots and pans stacked up on the counter as you mix an alfredo sauce in a saucepan. Some slow, jazzy song plays from your speaker, the singers voice soft and sweet. His brows furrow in focus as he undos the nut holding your pipes together, and pulls one out. With a groan, he removes himself from under the sink to grab a replacement pipe. Just as he does, you crouch down to his level, a smile on your face and an alfredo covered spoon in hand.
“What do you think, Steven?” You ask, holding it up to his mouth, your other hand under it to keep the sauce from dripping onto him or the floor, the tips of your fingers just grazing the underside of his chin.
Hesitantly, he takes the spoon into his mouth. You stare at him expectantly, and he stares back. Slowly, he pulls away from the spoon, and smacks his lips as he savors the taste. After a moment, he speaks.
“Could use a bit more pepper,” he murmurs with a slight nod of approval before ducking back under the sink. You give a little “alrighty” before going to the sink and instinctively running the spoon under the sink…the sink with a pipe currently out of place.
Marc has no time to react as he’s suddenly splashed with water. He yelps, pulling himself from under the sink as you fumble to turn off the water. His hair drips with water as he looks up at you with a slight scowl. You stare each other down for what feels like forever before you finally crack and breathe out a laugh, the small huff turning into full blown laughter.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, it’s not funny!” You apologize with a grin, still laughing maniacally. You grab a hand towel, and set yourself in front of Marc. You put the towel to his head, attempting to dry him off as your shoulders shake and your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so widely.
“Oh, I’m so-I’m so sorry, Steven,” you giggle, attempting to look him in the eyes. Staring back at you, Marc’s gaze softens as you put your forehead to his chest as you catch your breath, still rubbing the towel into his hair, droplets running down the sides of his face. Sighing, he looks down at you, and puts a hand on your arm.
“You’re alright, how ‘bout you just…finish up on dinner?” He grumbles, prompting you to look back up. Nodding, Marc slides back under the sink with you still giggling in front of him before you make your way back to the saucepan.
By the time dinners done, Marc’s hair has dried a little, and your sinks no longer leaking. All the pots and pans are away as you serve the both of you, Marc flicking through some channels on your couch. You set his plate down along with the pepper, and plop down next to him with a smile.
“Thanks again, Steven,” you say, settling in next to him. You put your feet up on your coffee table, taking a bite from your own plate. Almost as if by instinct, you lean your head against Marc’s shoulder, chewing as you keep your eyes trained on the scene on the tv. Marc on the other hand, freezes.
“It’s just because they’re comfortable with Steven,” he tells himself. Nothing romantic—at least not with him. With Steven? Maybe, but not with him.
“Yeah, it’s-it’s nothing,” he breathes out, leaning forward to grab the pepper. He sprinkles a bit more over his plate before actually taking a bite. He hums in approval, picking up his plate and leaning back against the couch.
“Mm…that’s good,” he hums, pointing to his plate with his fork, nodding.
“Thank you,” you say, smiling up at him before turning back to the tv.
As Marc shovels another forkful of fettuccine alfredo into his mouth, he starts to see why Steven likes you so much.
Adrian “really wants to Spider-Man kiss you” Chase
After watching Spider-Man and seeing that kiss for the first time, he’s always wanted to do it. With anyone really. He’ll do it with Chris if it means he can hang upside down and kiss someone.
When you two start dating though, he’s absolutely ecstatic when he realizes he can Spider-Man kiss you.
The first few times he tries, he totally busts his ass. He either falls, gets interrupted, or gets so dizzy because of the blood rushing to his head he has to get down. He’s super pouty and disappointed every time it doesn’t work, but it’s also just encouraging him to find better ways to actually do it. He’s a bumbling idiot sometimes, and you can’t help but be a bit worried when you catch him trying to find the most optimal way to to hang upside down
When it finally happens is when he’s watching you head home from work. He’s doing his job as Vigilante, stalking watching you from afar when you’re pulled into an alley by a man with a gun pointed to your head. He runs as quickly as he can to the alley, and finds you being held at gunpoint and forced to hand over your belongings to another man. He’s efficient and quick, taking out the guy who grabbed you with a well-aimed shot to the side of the guys head. When the other tries to escape via climbing up a fire escape (who does that???), Adrian follows him up and yanks him down before promptly shooting him twice in the chest.
Just as he’s about to jump down, he looks down at you, then one of the steps high enough for him to hang down from, and grins under his mask. He pulls himself to the other side of the fire escape, hooks his legs under a ladder step and hangs himself upside down, his face just in front of yours.
You just stare at him for a moment, before letting out an exhausted sigh and allowing yourself to indulge him. You step forward, and slowly pull his mask just over his mouth. He grins boyishly as you take his cheeks in your hands before pursing his lips for the kiss. The kiss is just as great as he imagined, and when you pull away he’s quick to pull you back in for another one.
happy 1k to this oh my days?? may Adrian post again after I finish season 2 as celebration 4 this + we’re about to be at 100 followers soon sooo…..yah!!!
Summary: John’s friends are being awfully loud, and all you want is to sleep. And maybe cuddle up with your roommate (again)
Warnings: word vomit tbh, takes place shortly after season 1, no Harcourt cause she’s in the hospital lmao (I don’t even say their names so it doesn’t matter wuteva), john might b ooc idk
It had to be at least 1 a.m. when you woke up. You had been awoken by the sound of loud laughter from the living room, your room door ajar. You grumble as the dim light of your lamp hits you, covering your eyes as you scoot to sit at the edge of your bed, the book in your lap set aside. Slowly, you set your bare feet against the cold, hard floor, a fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
Slowly, you trudge out the door and through the hallway, light leaking from your door that’s now wide open. Your feet pad quietly against the floor, slowly approaching the living room. You rub the bleariness from your eyes as you step into the living room, blanket dragging behind you. When your eyes focus, you see John sat on the couch, three of his friends(?) all scattered around the living room. None of them seem to notice you at first, only when John looks in your direction.
“Oh, hey,” he starts, picking at the can tab of his beer.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you about..” he gestures around him to the other people. “..this. I didn’t think you’d want me to wake you.”
You lean against the wall, a slight pout on your lips as you rub at the corner of your eye. You weren’t quite fully awake yet, and had next to no shame in asking for what you wanted when you wanted. Even if John was having his friends over for once.
“You should be in bed, too. With me. Right now,” you say bluntly, earning a few sly glances and raised brows from John’s friends. John’s cheeks flush pink as you pull the blanket tighter around yourself, leaning your head against the wall too. “Come snuggle.”
One of John’s friends- a tall, buffed up man with a side part (who kinda looks like a douche in all honesty) -scoffs with a smirk, and brings his beer to his lips. John’s two other friends give each other looks of excitement, both grinning at each other as one poorly attempts to hide it behind her beer, while the other doesn’t even bother. With a sigh, John rests the beer on his knee, still holding it as his face reddens further from the looks his friends are throwing around.
“I-..I can’t ’come snuggle’ right now,” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up in the process.
Your pout deepens into a frown, and you let out an almost childish huff.
“Fine,” you grumble. Shuffling further into the living room, you make your way to the couch and plop down next to John. You scoot in closer, resting your head on his shoulder as you stare at the tv.
“You’re watching Fargo without me? Asshole,” you huff, putting your cold feet against his leg, making him jump a little.
“Jesus- I thought I told you to quit that,” he grumbles, giving you a disgruntled look before wrapping his arm around you casually.
All of John’s friends stare at the two of you, but you don’t pay much mind. Your focus is trained on the tv thought your already nodding off again. John glances around, and takes another sip of his beer before speaking again.
“Sorry guys, don’t— don’t mind them,” he says, gesturing to your sleepy form leaned up against him, earning a bunch of snickers from his friends who continue on with the previous conversation as you begin to fall asleep against John.
Note: I wrote this IMMEDIATELY after watching the Superman movie so literally b4 I knew ANYTHING about his comic self sooo. this is so totally (take a shot every time I say totally) comic inaccurate but I don’t really give a gaf….soooo
- Honestly, he doesn’t seem the type to have his own children, he’d probably end up adopting a little kid orphaned from some monster attack
- It’s totally spontaneous, too. It shocks him just as much as it shocks the rest of the justice gang.
- He’s a totally awesome dad though
- he shows his kid how to control the T-Sphere’s, teach them how to make their own (which he’d come to regret later in life)
- he’s not the greatest emotionally, but he definitely tries for his little one
- sometimes he a little too blunt, comes off as angry and upsets the kid, and he feels SO bad about it afterwards
- he does everything he can to make it up to the kid. he cooks their favorite meal and sits in silence with them, slowly (and awkwardly) rubbing up and down their back
- as his kid gets older, he can’t help but play some of his favorite memories he has recorded in the T-Spheres. He tears up a little bit every time he watches them back
- When his kids older and gets to that age of sneaking out (if they’re silly enough to try to), he totally does that whole “sitting in the dark by the door” thing. legs crossed, T-Sphere’s floating around him like guards, the whole shebang.
- he doesnt get super upset, he knows where they are cause of all the nanobots he put in their bloodstream and if anything arises he’ll be there quicker than anyone else needed
- he’s definitely hurt though
- he’d wanna talk, see their reasoning
- they’re definitely grounded though
- if his kid wants to be a hero, he’s so quick to object. He doesn’t want them to put themselves on the line like that— that’s his baby, for gods sake!
- he knows it comes from a place of good, he knows why people become heroes, but the concept of his child constantly putting their life on the line for people who may not even appreciate it? It scares him. Bad.
- regardless, if they’re insistent on this goal of heroism, he’ll indulge them
- he’s just nervous. but he’ll always back his kid up, no matter what
this is very self indulgent can you tell. it was my birthday yesterday I deserve it
here are some adrian chase stories i’ve read, loved, and reblogged. all the admiration for the writers who share their talent so generously. please be sure to read the warnings on each fic. and if you enjoy them, let the author know by a comment, reblog, or both! ♡
ᝰ.ᐟ key: A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I HC- hurt/comfort I ~S- implied smut
☆ shut up I @flowersforbucky I S
while hiding in a broom closet with adrian, you shut him up the best way you know how.
☆ fuck it, i love you I @quickiesgirl I F
After the party, while everyone is winding down for the night, you're in the bathroom watching Adrian wash himself clean.
☆ bpm I @chaseadrian I S
☆ #moronsexual I @maaneskin I F
☆ lowe’s and highs I @vigilanteh I A
you tag along with Adrian to Lowe's (something about getting doors) and decide to have a puff while he packs them up
☆ spider-man kiss I @ameowwwzing I F
☆ vigilante boyfriend I @sunsburns I F
☆ freak I @cosmictheo I S
you despise adrian, and adrian adores you. it's as simple as that. until he saves your life.
☆ blurb I @kolsmikaelson I C
☆ hope is all you need I @wwinterwitch I A + F
you return home after finding out about chris’ latest adventure, which means reuniting with adrian after months of not seeing each other
☆ sweet, oblivious girl I @inbred-eater I F + S
☆ drabble I @cupidkenji I A + F
bf!Adrian who refuses to let you break up with him
☆ baby I @coligraven I F
adrian forgets something at your place, which requires him and chris to make a little pit stop before eliminating a local butterfly. hilarity ensues as chris realizes not only does adrian have a girlfriend... but his girlfriend is a total smoekshow.
Bob Reynolds who would highkey pee with his friends if they let him
Bob’s like a puppy. A very shy, very needy puppy. He’s always following someone else around the tower, whether that be Yelena, Walker or Ava. And if he’s not he’s either asleep or everyone else is out.
He watches Yelena and Bucky train, cooks with Walker and Alexei (tries to at least), and sits in silence with Ava, either watching or reading something together. He’s attached at the hip to the nearest Avenger, basically. Wherever the person he’s with goes, he follows. Silently.
So when he’s waiting for them outside the bathroom after they say they’re gonna use the toilet real quick, it shouldn’t be all that surprising in hindsight. But still…it is. Every time, it is.
The first time it happened, it was with Yelena. There were no footsteps, no sign that anyone had even been following behind her. So when she stepped out of the bathroom, hands damp, and Bob was standing next to the door and he started speaking immediately when she had gotten out, she…decked him in the face.
Honestly, what else was she meant to do? She had no idea Bob had followed her to the bathroom, and if he went while she was in there that just meant he silently sprinted up to the bathroom which just feels even worse to her for some reason. Bob ended up being totally alright, but she couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t happen again had he pulled that again.
The second time it happened, it was to Walker. He was training, had too much water, and ended up in the training room restroom. He couldn’t have been in the bathroom for longer than a minute before he got out, and he swears up and down he didn’t scream bloody murder when he saw Bob was standing outside the door, waiting for him (he totally did though)
It happened a few more times to everyone else after those two instances, and everyone’s just learned to expect Bob outside the bathroom door waiting for them. Sometimes he waits outside with his towel or some pajamas fresh out the laundry if they’re showering, but most of the time he’s just standing, waiting for one of his friends to come out from the bathroom. Sometimes they don’t dry their hands and they flick water at him, making him laugh as they walk back together to what they were originally doing beforehand
Summary: John’s been all hot and bothered recently thanks to the New Avengers new pr manager
Warnings: Smut (duh), Jealous Walker, Bob mention
A/n: yeah this got me out of a writing slump. thank you John Walker
John slams the door to his room shut behind him, a growl rumbling in his throat as he pulls the belt from his pants belt loops. The belt you had picked for him for the interview the New Avengers had done today.
You looked so sweet when you suggested it, too. Held the belt up with a shirt and jacket, a hopeful look on your face that said “please like it.” You let out a sigh of relief when he said he’d wear it, and he could feel his heart skipped a beat when he saw how happy you were at his answer. He’d taken the clothes from you before you had quickly moved on to style Bob, and John swears he smelt your usual perfume on the clothes you’d given him. He feels like you did that on purpose, and the idea only makes him all the more harder.
Tossing the belt aside, he quickly unbuttons his pants, not bothering to undo the zipper before he forces his pants down. His cock strains against his boxers, a wet spot slowly forming where pre leaks from his tip. He trudges to the bed, where he falls face first into the mattress. His cock presses against the mattress edge, and he groans at the contact.
Slowly, John rolls his hips, craving any contact he can get. He tries to imagine the plush mattress beneath him is you. “Harder, Walker…” you’d whine. Probably. All he can imagine is your pretty moans, muffled by his sheets. How you’d claw at his back and leave marks for everyone to see at training.
Rolling onto his back, John palms at his straining erection pathetically. He imagines you on top, grinding down on him, maybe in some lacy little number he’d buy just for you.
Pulling his cock from his boxers, he digs his head into the sheets below. With a slow stroke, he throws his forearm over his eyes, cock pulsing in his hand. He starts slow, and imagines your hand instead of his as he speeds up.
Stroking his cock, he imagines your face, red in excitement and arousal. Would you wait with your mouth open? Would you spit or swallow? John thinks the latter, honestly. You always seem so eager to please the team, always looking for a compromise that’ll make everyone happy, always trying to get everyone’s approval.
When John really thinks about it, Bob’s pretty much the easiest to get approval from. He’s cooperative for the most part, and sometimes he stares at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. You fix him up when the team needs to make a public appearance, and he mutters soft thank you’s in your ears that make you blush.
The thought makes John angry. His fist quickens even more around his cock, and his thumb presses down on his tip. He grunts, hips bucking involuntarily before he moves his thumb and keeps stroking himself. Why does Bob get to be the one close with you? Could he make you feel as good as John would? Is he already? If he is, it’s a miracle nobody’s caught on. Bob’s not exactly one for subtlety, and there’s no way you two wouldn’t haven’t been caught once by now.
The idea of getting caught like this by you pops into John’s head, and at that very moment, he finishes. Gritting his teeth, John’s hips buck into the air, riding out his orgasm. Soon, the bucking slows to a stop and he goes limp on his bed. He lets out a sigh, and removes his arm from his face. Staring up at the ceiling, John’s now sticky cock softens as he realizes all that he was thinking, and grimaces. Talk about post-nut clarity.
Slowly, he sits up. He stares down at his dick, and sighs. Reaching over to his bedside, he pulls a tissue from a drawer and wipes himself off before crumpling the tissue into a ball. As he’s pulling his boxers back up, there’s a soft knock at the door.
Two taps, a pause, followed by three more taps.
“Hey, Walker…” you start, completely oblivious to what he had just done on the other side of the door. “Just wanted to see if you were okay. You seemed kinda…agitated after that interview.”
“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” he calls back, lying through his teeth. “Don’t worry about it.”
Adrian “really wants to Spider-Man kiss you” Chase
After watching Spider-Man and seeing that kiss for the first time, he’s always wanted to do it. With anyone really. He’ll do it with Chris if it means he can hang upside down and kiss someone.
When you two start dating though, he’s absolutely ecstatic when he realizes he can Spider-Man kiss you.
The first few times he tries, he totally busts his ass. He either falls, gets interrupted, or gets so dizzy because of the blood rushing to his head he has to get down. He’s super pouty and disappointed every time it doesn’t work, but it’s also just encouraging him to find better ways to actually do it. He’s a bumbling idiot sometimes, and you can’t help but be a bit worried when you catch him trying to find the most optimal way to to hang upside down
When it finally happens is when he’s watching you head home from work. He’s doing his job as Vigilante, stalking watching you from afar when you’re pulled into an alley by a man with a gun pointed to your head. He runs as quickly as he can to the alley, and finds you being held at gunpoint and forced to hand over your belongings to another man. He’s efficient and quick, taking out the guy who grabbed you with a well-aimed shot to the side of the guys head. When the other tries to escape via climbing up a fire escape (who does that???), Adrian follows him up and yanks him down before promptly shooting him twice in the chest.
Just as he’s about to jump down, he looks down at you, then one of the steps high enough for him to hang down from, and grins under his mask. He pulls himself to the other side of the fire escape, hooks his legs under a ladder step and hangs himself upside down, his face just in front of yours.
You just stare at him for a moment, before letting out an exhausted sigh and allowing yourself to indulge him. You step forward, and slowly pull his mask just over his mouth. He grins boyishly as you take his cheeks in your hands before pursing his lips for the kiss. The kiss is just as great as he imagined, and when you pull away he’s quick to pull you back in for another one.
