𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐢

𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐢 - 𝟏𝟖 - 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 !!

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ::

hai!! third update to this blog!! i honestly have no idea what to write for anymore but i love the quarry it's my fav game (as of rn) and i love writing! i also reopened my requests so... go for it!! id also just love to chat if u don't have any requests :3

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ::

• basic stuff like smut of minors and heavy gore (i'm not that descriptive SORRY 😕🙌)

• uhh heavy angst like suicide, self harm, stuff like that

• that's ab it i think if i can think of anything else i'll update

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ::

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ::

• the black phone

• all the spiderman movies (except tobey I'M SORRY 😭😭)

• spree (2020)

• avatar (2009) and avatar: twotw

• fnaf movie apparently

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ::

• stranger things

• euphoria (i love lexi sm she's my fav)

• wednesday

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ::

• HAIKYUU!!

• JJK

𝐘𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ::

• eddsworld (i need to add more LMFAOO)

• mandela catalogue

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ::

• pokemon sword and shield

• detriot; become human

• OVERTIME PLEASE REQUEST THIS I LOVE THIS GAME

• fnaf series (except for sister location i haven't played that yet 😕🙏)

• the quarry

• marvel rivals... plz..

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-> 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐍.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [desc.] :: short thing ab giving steve a handjob after you get a new nail set because you're his pretty little baby.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [a/n] :: steve lowkey has a hand fetish ❤ this is my first smut in like forever... plz don't make fun of me.. eat up stevey lovers. smut under cut, 18+

steve loves his baby, his baby with beautiful long nails (nails he paid for). his baby with nice soft hands that are teasing the head of his cock. your thumb swiping over the tip, collecting precum in its pass.

his forehead leans against yours as you sit in his lap, cock in hand. steve's shirt is long discarded, leaving you full access to his muscular body. sweat drips down his body and–oh, you can tell he can't take this any longer.

“baby.. hurry it up now.. please?” it almost sounds like he's going to beg, although he wouldn't put it past himself to do so. you've both been in this position for nearly thirty minutes now, occupying the bed of your shared bedroom.

“you can handle it.” you say, “since you're so big, strong, and tough, aren't you stevey?”

your voice and seductive tone sent blood rushing towards his cock. falling bored, you speed up the pace and his moans become quicker and higher. the super soldier serum did a number on his body, it increased his stamina, his strength, even the length and thickness of his dick; your favourite part.

“fuck– fuck! baby–please, my god,” steve strains, he leans back and his hand grips the side of your hip. white stripes coat your hand and his grip tightens. your pace slowly comes to halt, making sure to milk all the cum left in his balls.

“thanks for the new set steve-y.” you smile and wipe the excess off using the tissues from the bedside table. you lean in and give him a kiss on the forehead as you lean off his lap. opting to cling against his bare torso instead.

he pulls his sweatpants up and you wrap your legs around his. his muscular arm holding your waist.

“and i'll pay for the next one,” steve kisses your forehead.

you love your rich, handsome, muscular husband.

[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃.

robert (bob) reynolds x reader

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [desc.] :: although he isn't aware it's even a thing, you're bob's comfort person, his safe space.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [a/n] :: haaiii this is just fluff and cuteness i love bob he deserves the world,,, go watch thunderbolts* for this cutie 💔

bob has always struggled with his self confidence, from youth to the age he is now he's never felt really.. worth it. he always figured he was just there, no real purpose. however, after the whole, void-sentry thing, he's felt fine, content, basically, but there's some days where he feels as if he's better than he is, and most of those days are with you.

“your hair looks nice today.” you say, both of you at the kitchen sink together.

“wai- what? me?” he asks, pointing at himself as if there's anyone else in the room with you.

“mhm,” you nod, putting your washed plate on a rack so he can dry it with the small towel in his hands.

“i, wow, thanks, hehe,” he giggles, small smile on his face, “you look, nice too. well, you always do.. that was corny, sorry.”

he tilts his head back down, face flushing red as he rambled for a bit. “thanks for helping me by the way.”

“it's no problem, i really don't mind.” facing back to the plethora of utensils you've been washing. he faces his feet but all he can think about is you, which he finds stupid now because you're literally right there.

“since everyone's out right now… wanna go like, watch a movie?” you ask, walking up next to him, body nearly up against him.

you don't notice but he surely does.

“i.. uh .. yeah. yeah i would.” his hands fidget with a towel as he follows you into the watchtower living room, like a puppy trailing its owner.

you sit on the couch and grab the remote, bob sitting next to you, you ask if there's anything specific he wants to watch and he shakes his head, “no, no, i'm fine with whatever,” smiling in that goofy way he usually does.

he tries to disregard his pink dusty cheeks but it's hard when he physically feels his face heating up. he loves talking to you, he loves listening to you, just everything, he thinks.

this feels nice, being around someone, back when he left the vault, he was so consistently on edge, that there was danger around every corner. which granted, there was, but now its all a distant memory; something he can shove– “no, can't do that anymore”

“huh?” you turn your head away from the screen.

“oh, nothing, sorry,” his eyes looking at the screen instead of a blank spot on the wall. he feels so safe with you, also very sleepy. he swears he wasn't this tired when you were both doing dishes, what happened?

his head leans over to the side and he slouches down more. he's never felt so comfortable before. did we get a new couch? he thinks.

not even five minutes pass and he's leaning on your shoulder, legs nearly half off the couch like he's some sort of house cat. your body is so comfy, comfy and warm.

he must've been sleeping for at least an hour because when his eyes open again credits are rolling and his head is on your lap. if he was more awake he would've apologizes profusely but he couldn't really care less right now. not when your hands are in his hair and you're massaging his scalp.

your hands play with little parts of hair and he feels so relaxed. his arms are splayed over your legs as well and he shifts his own legs onto the rest of the unoccupied couch. he thinks you fell asleep too because the moving hand remains still but still intertwined in his locks.

“OUR TEAM BOND IS STRONGER THAN EVER!” alexei declares–loudly, as he always does when he sees his two favorite valued team members passed out on the couch.

the others pour in nearly a hundred times quieter than alexei and groan at the volume of his voice for what seemed the 34th time that day.

bob doesn't flinch or even stir in his sleep, the warmth and contentment being enough to keep him in slumber. however, the same could NOT be applied to you. eyes blinking open staring at the Thunderbolts*™ that just entered the tower.

“team bond? what? what the hell were you guys talking about?”

“nothing, nothing. go, continue with..” ava takes a swig of water from a cup, “your little cuddle sesh and whatnot.”

“were not..? like barely..” you roll your eyes, now feeling the weight of your friends eyes on you, “ok whatever.”

john snickers, “pfft, we all know where that'll go,” he leaves the room, the others pour into their respective rooms but yelena stays.

“i'm glad you two have each other,” her voice uncharacteristically soft.

“even if it's not like that,” she teases, “i give it two weeks– confession, heartfelt, whatever shit they do in the movies.”

“okay–thanks yelena, you can leave now.”

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-> 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓.

joaquin torres x reader

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [desc.] :: a short drabble between you and joaquin, from when you first met, to how it's going.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [a/n] :: HEEEYYYY it's me after... checks clock... two years?? finally got into writing again soooo expect marvel fics... who's excited for the new daredevil show... and that new spidey show is good too ALSO MARVEL RIVALS–

you slave away on your computer, dragging and dropping files, typing them up, doing whatever with them! god, you didn't think a government job would have you doing so much boring tedious work. you scroll and scroll onwards and it's a wonder your finger hasn't fallen off yet. ‘i guess i can't see president ross doing any of this stuff.’ you comment to yourself.

joaquin looks at you, well, it lingers– okay he's staring. he always does, he can't help it! ever since you started working here he can't stop. he walks by your office everyday since it's on his way to where he usually works. he's talked to you a couple times, did the thing where you nod to each other to acknowledge the other's presence. you even say good morning! that means you guys are like.. close right? at least work friends.

“so.. i went on a mission, couple days ago. pretty good, beat up a couple guys.” he blurts out, body leaning on your doorway, causing you to looking away from your own computer.

“oh really?”

“yeah.” he brags, “you should've been there, even sam was impressed.”

“i would've liked to, during work i don't look anywhere other than this damn computer,” you laugh.”

“y'know maybe, maybe we could–”

“joaquin, need you out front.” sam wilson calls from his comms, the voice of captain america sounding through the speakers.

“i think he needs you.” you smile at him, he smiles back but he's disappointed again, he wanted to ask you out! for coffee or whatever government coworkers do!

joaquin complains to sam about this later, talking about how he ruined his chances and how he needs to “hop off and let him soar” whatever the hell that meant, sam would've gotten on his case if he didn't scurry away as soon as they arrived back at base. running straight towards your working grounds.

he chills out before walking in the room. checking his hair, face, etc, etc. as he's fixing his uniform, you tap on his shoulder, eliciting a jolt from him.

“hey, whatcha’ waiting for?” you ask wondering why he was looking at his reflection in his blacked out phone screen, seemingly about to walk into your room with no one in it.

“oh, y'know, was waiting for you actually, about earlier i was gonna ask you… if you…” he nervously taps his sides with his hands, chuckling a bit; it's not like… not like he liked you! he just likes looking at you, yeah.. that seemed right. definitely.

“if i..?” you question, voice laced with confusion, but you had an idea of what he was attempting to ask.

“if like, you know, wanna go out with me, do whatever, i like going to the gym, if you couldn't tell.” he holds up his arms, muscles prominent but not bulging.

you can't help but stiffle a giggle, whether it was because of his– albeit– childish attempt at impressing you or because of his overall cuteness is up to debate.

“sure, why not, i'll be off at five…ish? later. we can go get dinner or something.”

“yeah! yeah of course, ill stop by later then, count on it.” he winks, as you walk back into your room. when you closed the door he nearly skipped his way back to his own work base.

after this moment you two became surprisingly close, he wasn't the awkward overcompensater from when you first met. he was genuinely funny, and charming too! wow, what a package deal, you think.

–

days passed and the situation with the former president is finally over. you're unsettled with it all and you're on your way to joaquin's hospital room. you're upset he got dragged in so far but you did know it was a part of his job, still it soured your mood.

“hey joaquin.. how you doing today?” you walk in, sitting by his bed.

“better, thanks.. for being here.” he tries sitting up, groaning in the process.

“don't, you're gonna hurt yourself more.” your hand falls onto his, almost like natural instinct.

“sorry we haven't.. been able to go out lately. didn't think i'd get shot down from the sky.” he laughs, but with only a hint of humor in his actual tone.

you stare at him for a second, looking at his eyes, examining the damage. “you.. no. don't apologize, you'll get better. i know it.”

“can't wait to get outta here, we should get ice cream. i need something sweet or i might die.”

“hmm, to be fair you did almost die.” you lay your head on your hand, leaning closer to him.

“you're right, so that means we gotta go.” he glances at you, noticing your drowsy reddish eyes.

“mhm. m’ tired. didn't sleep last night.”

“why not?” he looks at you concerned.

“worried about you, haha..” you lean off of your hand, head landing on his lap. he watches as you slowly drift to sleep, still holding his hand, fingers interlocked.

his face is slowly fades into a pink color, and he holds your hand tighter, he falls asleep in this state as well, not wanting anything to ruin this moment between the two of you.

[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

mike schmidt x reader

◗ mike comes back from work and u guys talk for a bit; he's very grateful for you.

◗　wrote this during school and it was most definitely NOT the most embarrassing thing ive done at school!! anyway enjoy

he's so tired, he's always so tired. he has been for a while now. it’s not entirely unnoticeable, ever since you’ve been babysitting abby he’s had bags under his eyes and wrinkles on his face. not that you really minded at least, he was trying. 

it was 6:35 when he came back to the small house he lived in. the door opened as you tried to fight back the sleepiness still left in your eyes. you tossed the blanket off of you to try and help with this problem. mike sets all of his belongings on the dinner table and looks at you. 

"morning." 

"g' morning" you manage to get out, stretching your arms and grabbing your car keys and bag with miscellaneous things,. "abby ate a bit more today, she added two more drawings to the wall." 

"that's good. she still refuses to talk to me after i brought our aunt over." 

“oh. . . that’s what she was talking about.”

“huh?” he looks up from his stuff that he was putting away (shoving into the small drawer in the hallway. “what’d she say?”

“‘dunno, something about giving her away.” 

mike sighs, “i wasn’t going to do that. she just. . . ran away before i could explain anything.”

“mm’ im sure she just didn’t understand.” you attempt to comfort him. “she definitely seems better today.” 

“good. . . i really can’t thank you enough (y/n).” he looks into your eyes as he says this, you can feel heat rising to your face as you immediately try to calm down.

“it’s fine! i mean it’s okay, i like being here.” you smile.

“it’s not much but it’s all i have right now.” he hands you a ten and five dollar bill. you felt a tad bit guilty but took the money anyway; money is money, you think. 

“thanks mike.”

“no thank you, really, i should be giving you more but, yeah.”

“well. . .i better get going..” he walks you towards the front door and waves as you walk away, a small smile on his face as he watches you drive away. he doesn’t smile often but it seems so natural when he’s with you. unbeknownst to him, a small body walks up behind him.

“do you like them?”

“abby! jeez.”

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-> 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ! !

miles morales [ 1610 ! ] x reader

◗ 　basically miles has a crush on someone he sees around school

◗ 　thsi is inspired by @/moonpiies fic but it's #REVERSED!! her fic was so cute i was kicking my feet and giggling while reading it but with that aside miles is so real for changing his whole walking schedule to see a cutie patootie :3

miles yearned for the past time between fifth and sixth period. for no particular reason of course….is what he tries to think but in reality it's just to see you. now you don't share any classes together. maybe the same lunch period? but only on thursdays. the walk from his fifth period to his sixth is only about a couple minutes, one if he's feeling a bit more athletic than usual.

'okay.. just got to take a left from here..' he thinks as he walks downstairs. as he's doing this, you glance at him, only because you swear you've seen him during passing time last period, but whatever you walk off towards your classroom failing to recognize miles' silent victory. you made eye contact with him! for two more seconds than last time!

he arrives at class a minute before the late bell rings. he can't help but feel giddy as he thinks about the next route he can take to meet with you again.

anyone with a heartbeat can see from a mile away that he has the hugest crush on you. hearts basically popping from his eye sockets whenever you two cross paths in the hallway. he sees you usually walking with a friend laughing at something they said or rolling your eyes because– again— of something they said. embarrassingly enough, he imagines it's him making you laugh or smile.

the bell rings once more and miles and his friend, ganke, walk out of the classroom to go to their shared final period.

"wait, let's take the long way." miles says, already leading the both of them to the longer hallway.

"oh my god miles do you even have a class with them?" ganke comments, frankly quite annoyed that they might be tardy.

"no, but… we follow each other on instagram!" he replies.

"whatever man. do what you want." ganke rolls his eyes, continuing to follow miles.

you scroll on your phone, changing the song you were walking to and see miles again. you only know his name and that you seem to find each other after every passing period. you hoped it didn't look like you were stalking him, but nevertheless you walked into your class.

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yo lowkey im thinkin bout hobie introducing his missus to the mandem huh what are your thoughts about this?

OMG ive actually been thinking ab this too as like another fic , i feel like he'd tell his little group of spiderpeeps (miles, gwen, and pavitr) ab you a lot like he'd def be like, "reminds me of my girl."

like, they have absolutely no idea what you look like but they know stuff like what your favorite color is and your favorite brand of clothing because of how much he talks about you. pavitr thinks it's sweet, gwen can't help but cringe, and miles is just there idk.

when they do finally meet you they rnt that shocked i mean hobie has shown them pics of u and him all the time whenever they pass by a shop u like or restaurant u had a date at together.

also srry for responding to requests so late i got hit by a monster truck of writers block

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𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐄.

tom holland! peter parker x reader

-> so uh basically flash makes fun of peter and is like "embarassinggg 😳!!" so he runs out the cafeteria like a disney channel character but u comfort him l8r so it's okay

-> wrote this while i was in sugarland texas!! it was so much fun :3 n e ways im so hungry (　；∀；) and i want a fruit smoothie

"peter look! there they are!" ned pointed, hinting peter towards your presence at the table across from theirs.

"shh! keep your voice down, what if they hear you?" peter said, shoving ned's arm down.

"they probably heard you already." mj rolled her eyes.

"no way, we're pretty far. . . right?" he asks, half rhetorical and half serious. mj ignores it and ned laughs. "don't worry pete! I'm sure they love you already, you just don't know it_!"

peter lays his head down on his arm and absentmindedly stares at you, you were talking with your friends sitting at a semi occupied table, hand swirling around a straw that was inside your chocolate milk carton. there was only one person he recognized sitting next to you and it was flash.

"penis parker! something you wanna say to us or what?"

speaking of flash, peter's lovestruck face falters and is replaced with a confused one. he noticed that each and every one of the people in your small friend group were staring at him, including you. his face immediately flushes as you both make eye contact.

"is he gonna say anything?" one of your friends mentions to you.

"how about you leave us alone, flash, he's not hurting you." mj defends, frankly tired of flash's behavior over the years.

"exactly, it's not even you he's staring at!" ned attempts to defend. peter and mj really don't know how to respond to that other than a shocked and 'oh my god i can't believe you just said that what the hell ned' look.

the table collectively goes 'oooo' [ aside from you ] in a childlike manner, which embarrasses him even further. he wanted nothing more than to crawl underground and become one with the moles and dirt.

flash whistles, "damn then, who were you staring at." he eyes you, in which you glare at him, a silent message for him to not say what he's about to say.

"i think i know who it is, but you gotta help me out here man, who's got your—"

"flash shut up." you say, in a light tone, but stern enough for him to know that you were actually kind of serious.

"that confirmed it." he jokes, no one really paying attention to him anymore.

you shoot peter an apologetic look and he stares back at you, an unanalyzable expression painting his face. your group continues to discuss miscellaneous topics as his exponentially smaller trio try to comfort him. you save him the embarrassment by not sparing him any glances.

"it wasn't that bad of an interaction! at least they defended you."

"ned! it was your fault this happened in the first place!"

"nuh uh."

"it's okay guys, not that big of a deal." peter brushed off, "gonna go to the restroom really quick, yeah." they look at him unconvinced but inevitably let him go. he sits outside the restroom near a water fountain.

embarrassing, is all he found that interaction to be. he just needed to be alone for a bit. what pissed him off was that it was a joke, he wasn't supposed to take it this seriously. it was worse that he walked out of the cafeteria feeling and looking stupid, at least in his mind.

"hi."

he looks up; oh shit it's you.

"oh, uh, hey."

"sorry about. .you know. .flash."

"it's fine, nothing i'm not used to!" he laughs slightly, ignoring the fact that he is most definitely not used to flash's bullying just yet.

"well uh, whatcha' listening to?" you sit next to him on the floor.

"oh just, generic stuff, i guess, here." he hands you one of his earbuds, blush apparent on his face. you smile as you put in your ear as you guys share your different tastes in music, eventually spending your whole lunch period together.

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heyyaa, HOW ARE YOUUU? ｡ ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

i hope you’re doing well!! i was wondering if i could request some gwen stacy x fem! reader dating headcanons! 🙏🙏

please and thank youu!!!<33

-> 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊.

gwen stacy x fem! reader

-> gwen stacy dating headcannons (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

-> hello!!! i'm doing good thank u for sending this in, the idea is so cute ^__^ hopefully i did ur request justice (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) , n e wayzz she def listens to alex g she is the number one alex g fan ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

• i feel like she’d confess first, but it’d be in private and right after you two hung out so that way if you'd reject her she could quickly run back home never to be seen again. but, her overthinking was all in vain, as you accepted her confession.

"and i've felt this way, for. . a while! and it's okay if you don't feel the same way—"

"aw, i'd love to be your girlfriend, gwen."

"i know i know it's weird—"

"gwen i like you too."

"i knew you wouldn't feel the same way but i just—"

"GWEN."

• at the beginning of your guys' relationship she feels very insecure and is unsure of herself, she knows she's closed off, she knows she's not the prettiest, but all of these thoughts seem to vanish as you hold onto her hand and give her a soft smile, a smile that reaches the depths of her heart and ignites a feeling of emotions she hadn't felt in a long while.

• all of your hangouts before felt like dates to her, so she doesn't really have the need to go out to a fancy restaurant or go to the park for a picnic, she feels as if there's enough romance and passion within your hangouts it could count as a date.

• she keeps her identity from you, it's a huge secret, like a lock it in a safe and throw away the key kinda secret. her identity already cost her one lover, she doesn't want it to cost her another.

"what are your thoughts on spiderwoman?

"hm? oh! uh, i don't really care for her."

"haha that's kinda funny, i don't either but i thought you would!"

"what makes you say that? 😒"

"i don't know, i always see you after i see her, so i thought you were a fan or somethin' i dunno 😣"

• loves touring music stores with you, she'll always try and show off her knowledge about the drums because it's the one thing she feels confident in, she'll go on and on about it as you watch how her face lights up and lips curl up in a smile as she talks.

• speaking of music, she loves, LOVES, listening to music with you. she believes that music says a lot about a person's aesthetic, personality, taste, etc. so when you both are just sitting on the school bus, on a field trip, you'll share a pair of headphones listening to a playlist you both contributed to.

• she doesn't deal well with jealousy, she'll let it bubble inside her until it goes away, which it eventually does. whenever gwen sees you with another person she can't help but imagine that you like them better than her, that you'll eventually see that she isn't the best and that you deserve better.

• aside from this, you guys are a very cute couple! no denying that. she'll most likely spend more time at your house than hers, being around you and your family is (embarrassingly) one of her favorite things, just watching a movie or helping with dinner makes her life feel normal and domesticated.

"do you wanna come over for dinner tonight? my mom's making [insert dish here]."

"duh, oh my god her food is so good!"

"pfft, you're so cute 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩"

• cuddling is her favorite thing to do with you, whether its at your home or hers she just enjoys embracing you because it's a situation where she feels calm. her father walked in on the two of you holding each other, fast asleep on the couch completely disregarding whatever movie you were watching. he's glad his daughter has moved on and finds comfort in you.

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not a request but im in love with ur blog and ur themes 😍

ur making me wanna change my themes up 🙎🏾‍♀️

OMG STOPP THANK U SO MUCH >__<!! honestly if u feel like changing ur theme u totes should i change mine like every month 😭😭

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I watched twilight like a very long time ago wit my brother and I only remember some clips but a few weeks ago my neighbor gave me a bunch of cds and some of the cds have some of the twilight movies on them so I’m probably gonna rewatch! If u do end up watching lemme know if you think it’s good or not !

WHAT THAT'S SO COOL 🙈🙈🙈 my parents tossed my cd player so i have like a bunch of cds but nothing to play them on 😔😔😔 since i have nothing going on today i'll probably watch it rn 😣😣 ill edit this post when i finish :33

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Hiii, I wanna say like I very much liked that hobie fic and I rlly like ur writing!! Also I saw in ur bio that u like rory culkin and for some reason whenever I see that name I always think of Alice Cullen from twilight!!

OMG THANKS!! glad u like it :33 it makes me happy knowing that ppl actually like my fics 😭😭 but omg i actually haven't watched twilight yet >__< my friends do and i heard it's good so maybe ill watch it soon 😊😊

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-> 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

hobie brown x reader

-> hobie tries to teach you to play guitar and ur like nuh uh and fall asleep

-> HAII GUYS!! i want to thank everyone who sent in requests and that one person who sent me a bunch of british phrases thanks i love you , the attention i've received on all three of my recent spiderman fics is crazy thanks a bunch :3 also first hobie fic no one make fun of me plz i tried my best

"that's what i'm saying." hobie explains, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"mhm." you replied, grabbing a drink from the fridge as he clings to your body. "anyways, how's guitar going?"

"good." he answers briefly. "ey' do you ever wanna try?"

"try what?"

"guitar, dummy."

"hmm," you speculate, "never thought of that before." finishing your sentence, walking towards the couch of your shared apartment. not really an apartment, just a scrapped house that no one's ever seen before, or even heard of. you both renovated it enough to where it was functional for two people.

"well," he sat down, grabbing the electric guitar that stood next to his side of the couch. "let's try it."

"what? i don't know anything about playing an instrument." you explained, rolling your eyes as he scoots right next to you, no distance between the both of you.

"c'mon, it'll be fun." he smiles, sitting the electric guitar into your lap, pulling your body even closer to his, he takes your left hand in his and puts it on the neck of the instrument. with your left fingers on the frets, he gives you a pick which you hold with your right.

"i feel stupid." you lean back, head being held with his shoulder.

hobie snickers, “'cause you’re not relaxed. chill, ’s only me.”

“i know, i know, doesn’t help much.”

“what? i make you nervous, that whatcha sayin’?” he teases, soliciting an eye roll from you.

“whatever, just, i don't know, play for me.” you finally sit up, still sitting in his lap as he strums a few notes on the guitar. you lean to the side so that way your legs hang off the couch, you tilt your head back onto his shoulder as he plays with the instrument, it seems like second nature to him, something that didn’t need much thought put into, he just knew how to play.

"stare any harder i think i might disintegrate." hobie jokes, he makes eye contact with you and you look away.

"hard not to." you smile, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. he laughs and wraps both his arms around you. you both fall back onto the couch, cuddling each other.

silence dawns itself upon the both of you as you close your eyes, with only small breaths of contentment escaping. hobie's eyes remain open, he stares as you slowly drift off into slumber. with his arms still containing you in his hold, he rests his head atop yours.

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DO YOU WANT SOME BRITISH SLANG OI ILL GIVE YOU SOME 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️📣📣📣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

RAHHHH AMERICA 🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 also i desp need realistic british slang please and thank you

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I had sent a request like yesterday- and AAA IM SO HAPPY TO SEE IT DONE ALREADY!! IT WAS SO CUTE >^<

I had another idea, cause my brain has been absolutely filled with different thoughts! Once again, earth 1610! Miles morales- but this time with a very well off partner who tends to spoil him alot. Like gift after gift, as soon as Miles is saying he likes or wants something- they're getting it for him!!

It's just something they really enjoy doing and they love seeing the smiles they get from Miles when he sees the gifts!!

-> 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇.

miles morales x reader

-> u like to buy ur cutie patootie bf miles expensive gifts and he's like aw :(

-> btw guys i do other characters LOL i kinda wanna try writing for hobie!! i've been trying to research british slang but i can't stop laughing (it's the AMERICAN 🤓🇺🇲🔥🔫 in me i swear)

you and your boyfriend miles were walking along the streets of brooklyn, occasionally stopping for snacks or to observe the stores placed amongst each other. you held his hand and he held yours. this was just another after school thing you two would do.

". . . and when i walked in he was wearing my shoes! like what the hell man." miles ranted, slightly shifting the story because if he told you what actually happened he'd reveal his identity as spiderman, and that wasn't a path he wanted to go down just yet.

"pfft, that's funny. you know, if it bothers you so much i could just buy you another pair of shoes." you reply, nonchalantly.

"huh? no way! that's your money, besides, you already bought me enough stuff."

"i gifted you stuff," you corrected, before joking once more, "you deserve it anyway! i mean, c'mon miles be grateful."

"i am grateful! i just feel bad, you know, they're all so expensive." he defends.

"name ONE gift that was expensive."

"the ohuhu marker set!"

it was miles' birthday and you were at his dorm for a small celebration, just the two of you [ ganke left because he didn't wanna third-wheel. ] so, you two were just sitting on the floor as he opened the carefully wrapped gift.

"so, how's being fifteen so far?" you make small talk, while a pit of happiness boils inside of you as you can't wait for his reaction to the gift you got him.

"totally fun. can't wait to do adult stuff." he laughs, and just as he finishes his sentence he sees a black bag with markers in them, specifically 216 markers. it was a set that cost roughly $170.00.

"oh my god!" he stands up, that's the reaction hoped for, "these are so cool." he rushes to pull you up, kissing you on your lips, holding a side of your face with his hand.

"how much were they?"

"don't worry! it's your birthday you deserve it." you pull him into your arms, embracing him.

"i looked it up when you left and they were almost $200!"

"you're worth more than $200 miles."

"aw," he leans his head on your shoulder as you both continue to walk down the street. "wait! what about that other time, when you got me a camera.”

it was summer time, you and miles walked into a random electronics store. as you both observed the different assortments of cameras, miles picked one of them up, a small, old digicam.

"my uncle used to have one of these." he says, as he moves the camera around in his hand to look at the many details on the camcorder. over the few months you've been dating, you noticed the admiration he had for his uncle, he even mentioned going down under the subway tracks to graffiti on the walls.

"do you wanna get it?"

"nah, it's $40. let's go get lunch, i'm starving."

"wait! but you like it right? i could get it for you, if you want."

"what! no way, i should be the one spoiling you." he wraps his arm around your waist.

you both eventually walked out the store, but later, for christmas that year, you gave it him as an early gift. miles felt like crying, not a sad cry, more like, 'i've never felt more appreciated in my life i love you so much' kind of cry. he couldn't stop hugging and kissing you that day.

"the camera was a gift for both of us." you rolled your eyes, "i just gave it to you to hold, indefinitely!"

miles gives you a look, "whatever, you know i'd love anything you give me, regardless of price."

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I wanted to request maybe a 1610! Miles morales drabble, where the reader has selective mutism and is really quiet around Miles for awhile. But they get put in a group project together and Miles hears their voice for the first time when they laugh at something he said!! ^^

-> 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

miles morales x reader

-> miles and you get partnered for a project and u laugh and hes like wowza and falls in love (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

-> omg tysm for the request!! this idea was too cute i love it sm for realsies (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)!! and another tysm for everyone else who liked my other miles post! the amount of likes and reblogs was overwhelming sweet i love u guys sm ☆ (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) ☆

"alright, with that lesson out of the way let's practice what we've learned with your table partner!" the teacher exclaimed, some students groaned and some laughed, both reactions at the direction of working with each other's desk partners.

art was one of the two subjects you actually enjoyed during school, the work wasn't a hassle and it also didn't force you to speak to others, you never did well with certain settings, however in those that you were actually familiar with you did fine. your partner, one of your newer friends, miles morales, turned towards you.

"what do you think we should do?" he asks, you shrugged your shoulders, the canvas paper that lie on the table remained untouched.

"hmm, i'm terrible at realism, so maybe we can do somethin' simple. . . like buildings!" he leans his head on his hand, awaiting your reaction. you nod your head, and grab your guys' shared painting supplies.

as you guys are painting, miles steals a few glances at your relaxed face. he admired many of your facial features and habits, the way your shoulders raised a bit when you were focused, how the shine in your eyes seemed to brighten when you saw or noticed something that peaked your interest. he's never heard your voice, he figured it was something personal so he never asked—

you laughed. miles, suddenly, broken out of this odd trance, looked at you covering your mouth, laughing. "what?" he questioned, laughing a bit as well, your giggling must be contagious.

"nothing! you just looked, really, focused. i thought it was funny." you spoke, explaining yourself, putting the brush down.

"excuse you." he glared, no malicious intent behind it, "art just so happens to be one of my many expertises."

"pfft, as if. you have more paint on your hand than on the canvas." he looks down at his right hand and you were right, different colors of paint were all over his hand.

"just means i'm a part of the canvas." he jokes, and thank god he did because it made you laugh again. a big smile covers his face and he can't help but replicate your reaction as well.

"you're funny i guess." you rolled your eyes, looking down at the painting you guys made.

"you guess? i didn't even have to do anything to make you laugh the first time." he playfully teases you.

"sure sure whatever." you respond, acting annoyed at his little joke.

miles can't help the huge smile that's still plastered on face, your voice is so sweet, it's got him kicking his feet and blushing, you don't even know the kind of effect that you have on him. he never thought that he was the hopeless romantic type until this very moment, but he can't help it! he's already fallen head over heels in love with you.

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-> 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

miles morales x reader

-> miles having a crush on a bakery worker!! r y'all soulmates or what? (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

-> idea was cute and also i just [re]watched both movies so plz send requests pretty please >__< !! totally not inspired by the song she lives on my block by chicano batman

"miles! can you pick up the—" rio, miles' mother, called from the kitchen, she was currently on the phone with someone as she was cooking.

"the cake? yeah i got it!" he unintentionally interrupted his mom while he walked downstairs putting his jacket on. his footsteps on the stairs making a squeaking sound as he traveled down.

"aye, this boy. be quick, your father will be home soon!" she ushered miles out the door, father's day was today and they wanted to do something special for him.

just before he exits his apartment he grabs his bag, waving 'bye' to his mom. he runs as quickly as he can down the stairs so he can reach the bakery faster. he contemplates putting his suit on and swinging to the location instead but he didn't feel like changing.

miles puts his headphones on and saunters hurriedly through the crowds of people that seemed to come out of nowhere. he sees some people he knows and waves to them, making small conversations with some. just as he reaches the bakery door, he checks himself out in one of the windows.

'i got this,' he thinks as he fixes his outfit and hair in the mirror. his thoughts stop as one of the workers sprays cleaner on the window, wiping the area where his face was. they looked at him confused with an eyebrow raised and all he could respond with was an awkward smile, before walking in.

he shoves his hands in his pocket and walks towards the register where you were working, you looked up from the cash you were counting and instead, at him. he looks at you with lidded eyes as he leaned on the counter, smiling at you. not sure what the hell he was doing you asked,

"uh miles, do you need something?"

his expression changes and his normal happy expression was back, "oh, yeah! i'm here to pick up a cake for rio morales?"

"alright!" you proceeded into the back to look for a cake with the label rio morales, who you recognized to be miles' mom, who came in every once in while

as he saw you walk away he face palmed. 'what am i doing!? i can't do this.' he was sweating so bad, he just really liked you, if that wasn't obvious already. the other worker saw how nervous he was and walked up to him.

"miles."

"huh—? how do you know my name?" he questioned.

"same physics class? i sit next to you. . . ?" the worker said, slightly annoyed.

"oh yeah, yeah, i remember."

"you're trying too hard."

"excuse me?"

"you like (name) right?" worker dude, miles' forgotten classmate, states in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "they like you too, trust, just be you, man."

"okay, i got the cake, sorry it took kinda long, we have a ton of other orders." you laughed a bit at the end of your sentence as miles turned away from worker dude, who went back to cleaning.

"nah it's good, uh, totally random question…but are you free next sunday?" he says, taking the dessert from your hands.

"yeah," you said rather quietly before clearing your throat, "yeah, yeah i am, uh, why?"

"there's this movie i've been wanting to see for awhile, i got two tickets but ganke couldn't go, said something about working on a final." he smiles, holding the cake with one arm and fiddling with the zipper of his jacket with his other.

"oh! yeah i'd like to go." you responded, big smile plastered across your face.

"great, that's good, i'll text you the time, i could go over to your place! and we can walk there together." miles exclaims, an even bigger smile on his face.

"that sounds nice, can't wait." you giggled.

miles smiles, "well i got to go now, my mom's probably waiting for me." he begins to walk backwards confidently, before bumping into a table, almost knocking a napkin holder over, however he quickly grabbed it before it fell. he shoots you an awkward smile as he runs out the door.

"y'all are so corny." the worker rolls their eyes, putting the cleaning supplies away.

"you're just mad no one's asked you out yet." you shot back.

miles finally got back to his apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.

"miles?"

he sighed, looking up at the ceiling before turning around and facing both his parents.

"hi mamí, dad." he proceeds towards the table they sat at and put the cake down. "happy father's day!"

"why were you home so late? the bakery's what? ten minutes away? it's been an hour." rio asked, concerned.

"what's going on with you miles?" his father, jeff, said, backing up his wife.

"nothing! i was just, you know, talking with people!"

his mother gasped, both miles and jeff looked at her nervously.

"you were talking to that bakery worker, weren't you!"

"what–? miles, what's she talking about?" his father asks, confused.

"no i wasn—"

"our little boy's got a crush on that nice worker at the bakery! i always see his eyes turn into hearts when they walk by."

they both laugh aside from miles, who frowns and takes a seat, arms crossed.

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this is way too cute omg

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EEK!! thank u so much :333 ur too kind >__<