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inlovewithpandora · 9 months

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- Party Girl -

Pairing: Protective!Miles!42 x fem!drunk!reader

Request: [ anonymous ] Protective 42 Miles when his girl calls him high or drunk (she's at a party and he didn't know) so he goes to pick her up and some dude is trying to get at her?

Synopsis: When Miles gets a post notification that you posted something on your story he assumes it’s a selfie of you but that idea flies out the window when he sees a bottle of alcohol in your hand.

Content: Aged!up Miles, fluff, angst (if you squint hard enough), established relationship (bf & gf), mention of alcohol/drinking, reader being under the influence

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this request in! I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations! This was a really good request and I enjoyed writing it because I’ve been wanting to write drunk!reader for a while. Let me know what you think by sending an anonymous ask or comment if you feel comfortable!

Word Count: 1.1k

Glossary: Princesa - Princess

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As Miles lays across his bed, closing the text thread with one of his friends, he gets a notification from Instagram saying that you added something to your story. He assumes it’s one of your normal posts, a boomerang of yourself, a picture of you and him, or a daily quote with a song playing, but when he opens your story, it turns out to surprisingly be the complete opposite.

It is a picture of a bottle of Pink Whitney in your hand. His face scrunches up at the sight, wondering why you have a bottle of alcohol. He clicks over to see what else you’ve posted and he’s met with the sight of you pouring the bottle of alcohol into your mouth and his ears are filled with the sound of your friends cheering you on and loud music playing in the background.

To say Miles was baffled would be an understatement. You’ve never been a person who liked to drink or party, you would always rather stay home or invite Miles over so both of you could spend time together, thus to see this side of you, he’s caught him off guard. He immediately goes to your text thread and his fingers begin to rapidly type away.

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Watching your friends dance with each other while pouring yourself another drink for the night, you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You reach for your phone and check your messages.

You forgot that you didn’t tell Miles that you were coming to the party since your friends told you about it so last minute. You put your cup down and try to text him back, but you can barely see the words let alone coordinate your fingers properly to type out the sentence you want, so you decide to call him.

Once you press the call button, it only rings one time before you hear Miles' voice. “Princesa, are you okay?” He asks, making sure that you are okay before he starts bombarding you with different questions.

“I’m fine, baby! I’m just-” you hiccup, “having fun!” He can tell that you are drunk by your slurring words and the slowed pace you are talking in. As you try to focus on hearing Miles talking, your attention span plummets and you begin to hype up your friend.

Miles knows the alcohol is coursing through your veins and is making you zone out and he’s trying his best to be patient and keep your focus on him so he could figure out where you are.

“Bae, I need you to focus and tell me-” He starts carefully before you interrupt him. “You know you didn’t tell me hi when you picked up the phone, that’s so rude, Miles. You didn’t say it in your texts either.”

“My fault. Hey, baby. Now can you please tell me where you are?”

“If you say it a little nicer I’ll tell you where I’m at.” You say in a singsong tone which makes Miles groan under his breath and rub his temples. After he says it in a tone you approve of, you finally proceed to tell him the address of the party you’re at.

He immediately gets out of bed, puts his shoes on, grabs his keys, and makes his way out of the door.

“I’m coming to pick you up, okay? I’ll be there in fifteen. I’ll text you when I’m outside.” Miles gets in his car, puts his key in the ignition, and drives to where you are.

All in while you decide to take at least one last shot before he comes and spoils your fun.

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When Miles pulls up to the house, he jumps out his car and walks into the party. He looks around but doesn’t locate you which makes him worry. He begins to barge through the crowd of people, trying to find you. His eyes scan the whole room and he doesn’t see you in the front, but he gets to hear your voice.

“I’m so-sorry, but I have a boyfriend that kills people.” You say in a giggly tone with slurred words as you talk to some random guy who has been asking for your number for the past few minutes.

“I don’t care about him, all I want is yo digits.” The guy presses you, pulling out his phone and handing it to you so you could type your number into it.

When Miles sees that his blood boils. He knows that the guy is trying to take advantage of you because you are under the influence. He immediately marches over to where you are and pulls you away from the guy.

“You heard what the fuck she said, she has a boyfriend.” Miles towers over the guy, yelling and pointing at him, making some threats just to make sure his point gets across that you’re taken and that he needs to leave you alone.

When the guy hears the bass in Miles’s voice and watches how his eyes slowly turn pitch black, he stutters out an apology and walks away. You just stand behind Miles, not paying attention or aware of anything that is going on until you feel him gently pull you by your arm.

“Miles! You’re here, I missed you!” You plant millions of messy kisses on his face before throwing your arms around his shoulders and hugging him. He is about to ask if you are okay, but by that greeting, he already knows you are totally fine.

“Let’s go home princesa and then you can tell me all about your night.” He grabs your hand and begins to escort you out of the party, but along the way your feet get wobbly due to the heels you're wearing. You let go of his hand and begin to fumble with the strings of your heels so you can take them off. However due to the alcohol, your hand-eye coordination isn’t the best.

Miles notices you struggling, so he decides to pick you up bridal style and walk out. The walking distance between the party to his car is short, but it gives you enough time to fall asleep in his arms, your head resting on his chest and your small snores ringing through his ears.

Once he makes it to the car, he somehow manages to open the door and carefully place you inside without waking you up. He closes the door gently and walks to the driver's side and gets in. When he places the key into the ignition, he looks over at you and thinks about how he can’t get over how adorable you look sleeping. He leans over and kisses your forehead then begins driving to your apartment.

He knows that he is going to have plenty of questions for you in the morning, but for tonight he is going to let you sleep the alcohol out of your system.

I hope you enjoyed❤️!

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inlovewithpandora · 8 months

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- Cousin? -

Pairing: Jealous!Miles!42 x fem!reader

Request: [ anonymous ] Can you make jealous hc’s for Miles!42 || so for the scenario maybe reader is tutoring a boy in a subject and they become friends. She hangs out with him and Miles starts to get jealous one day he sees them hug and loses it (You could add a funny twist where the guy ends up being like her cousin or something and Miles didn't know)

Synopsis: When Miles notices your new tutee being a little too friendly his territorial instincts comes out and wonders who he is to you and why he’s so close.

Content: Aged!up Miles, headcanons, college!au, little angst, subtle fluffy ending, Miles feeling embarrassed

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this request in! I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations! Let me know what you think by sending an anonymous ask or comment if you feel comfortable!

Word Count: 682

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❖ — When you told Miles you were going to start tutoring people in your favorite subject, he thought it was a good way for you to make new friends since you were introverted. He also thought it was a good way to show off your academic skills and how smart you were.

❖ — Miles knew your tutoring schedule by heart, so he would swing by the school’s café that you tutored at to check on you between each session.

❖ — One day when he came by, he saw you tutoring a guy who was sitting a little too close in his eyes. As he watched you both interact, he realized that there were no laptops on the table, no textbooks open, or anything school-related, which made him suspicious of what you were talking about.

“Hey, mamì.” He came over and kissed your cheek before towering behind you as he looked the guy up and down, trying to read him. He wanted to assert himself to let whoever this guy (who’s name he later found out was Marcus) know that you were already taken.

❖ — After that day, Miles began to pop up more frequently than he usually did, but it didn’t alarm you because you assumed he just wanted to see you.

❖ — Whenever he did come, you could see a small scowl curled on his lips when he looked at Marcus, which confused you, but you brushed it off because you knew Miles wasn’t that friendly with others.

❖ — As you lay across Miles bed texting away, he couldn’t help but hear your continuous laughter which made him curious to what or who had you laughing that way.

“Who are you texting?” He plopped down next to you to have a proper look at the open text thread on your phone. As he looked through the texts, nothing alarmed him until he saw the contact name ‘Marcus💙’.

Seeing his name decorated pissed him off because he knew you only added emojis to those names you felt were significant to you.

❖ — When you and Miles were walking around campus together, he saw Marcus sitting in the courtyard. Miles grabbed your hand and began pulling you in another direction so both of you wouldn’t notice each other, but it was too late because Marcus already spotted you.

“Hey, y/n!” Marcus came up to you and opened his arms for a hug which you gladly accepted. “Hey, Marcus! How did your test go?”

Miles watched both of you hug. The way Marcus’s arms were wrapped around you and the stupid smile on his face made him want to lose his shit, but he didn’t want to make a scene, so he politely (it wasn’t polite at all, the way he grabbed you by your wrist and said a slick comment to Marcus) pulled you away from him and brought you to a place that was secluded.

❖ — When you felt yourself being taken away it made you upset because Miles did it in such a rude manner (even though he didn’t see it as rude).

“Miles! What are are doing?!”

“Why the fuck are you and ole’ boy so close? It seems like he wants you or something.”

❖ — When you heard Miles say that you couldn’t help but laugh in his face.

“Miles, please, don’t tell me you're jealous of him.”

❖ — Miles didn't find anything funny about some guy wanting what's his so he didn't know why you were laughing.

❖ — “Marcus is my cousin. I haven’t seen him in forever since he moved away when I was little, which is why you don’t know him.”

❖ — After Miles heard your explanation he felt stupid for even being jealous in the first place.

“Oh, Cousin, huh?” he said with a awkward smile, rubbing the back of his head, feeling embarrassed now that he knows the full story.

❖ — After you and Miles talked it out, he decided (more like you forced him) to go apologize to Marcus for his actions.

❖ — “From now on, will you not just jump to conclusions without directly asking me?”

“Yes, mamì, I promise.”

I hope you enjoyed❤️!

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inlovewithpandora · 10 months

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- Instructions -

Pairing: Hobie x fem!pregnant!reader

Request: [ @spidersthetic ] building a new piece of furniture from a flat pack together w Hobie || Ok, so what I was thinking for this was reader is pregnant and they're setting up the nursery and Hobie claims to know how to build the crib without the instructions and she doubts he can but enjoys the show as he struggles so like 10 minutes later, he gives up and asks her to give him the instructions and she tries not to laugh and comforts him a little.

Synopsis: Hobie tries to put together your child’s crib but it doesn’t goes the way he planned in his head.

Content: fluff, established relationship, Hobie trying to avoid instructions at all costs, reader supporting him no matter what, small Miguel diss, Reader being a cutie, cute and fluffy pregnancy fic

Author’s Note: I had fun writing this! This is my first time writing for astv or anything outside of avatar so I hope you all enjoy this!

- Shoutout to @spidersthetic for all her encouraging words and helping me while I’ve been making my transition to writing for astv! If it wasn’t for her sending me prompts/requests I wouldn’t have known what to write!

Word Count: 710

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“Hobie, baby, can you please just read the instructions? I’ve been sitting in here with you for half an hour and nothing is done.”

“I told you I don’t need instructions. I got this. Don’t you have faith in your man?” His overconfident smile rises as he walks over and plants a kiss on your forehead to reassure you that he could handle this since in his eyes, it’s a minuscule task.

You shake your head, a chuckle emerging from your lips, knowing that this was going to go the opposite of what Hobie has in mind. “You’re right baby. I’m sorry, you got this!” You give him a wide smile along with two thumbs up to emphasize your support, and settle back to watching him once again attempt to put together your unborn child’s crib.

It’s been ten minutes since his last attempt, and just like you assumed it isn’t going well. However you wouldn’t deny that it was currently your source of entertainment. Hobie has multiple pieces scattered around the nursery; screws, and bolts attached to parts they shouldn’t be. And he looks by all means confused about how to assemble the crib.

As Hobie continues trying to figure out which part goes where, he starts growing frustrated. Each time he puts two pieces together, they don’t fit or the screw doesn’t align properly, which makes him groan as the feeling of aggravation arises a tad more with each passing failure.

You know he’s struggling and that he needs the instructions, but due to his stubbornness being mixed with a sense of determination, he doesn’t give up, at least for about another fifteen minutes.

“Can you pass me the bloody instructions?” He grumbles, hating the fact he has to admit defeat and cave to using someone else’s ideology of how to build a piece of furniture.

Looking at the scowl formed on his lips makes you want to burst with laughter, but you implement all your self-restraint and bury it deep down, knowing that it would only make him feel worse about not being able to complete the task solely on his own.“Here,” you hand him the pamphlet of instructions, “Honey, it’s okay to use the instructions, you know. I heard that Miguel had to use instructions to work the majority of technology in Spider-HQ even though he acts like he knows everything like the back of his hand.” You say in a playful tone, knowing how much Hobie dislikes Miguel and enjoys hearing stories about his screw ups.

“Really? Well, that does make sense. He is almost ancient at this point. I don’t see why he doesn’t retire and live a regular life instead of chasing Miles around Earth-928B like a madman.” He can’t help letting the laugh rise, thinking about how Miles blasted and defeated Miguel in front of everyone.

“Yes! So my point is that it’s okay to use instructions. They're here for a reason, which is to help.” You rub his back gently, hoping this will help lessen his complaints.

“You’re right, I’ll use the instructions.” He opens the pamphlet and begins to correctly assemble the crib, which makes you happy since you’ve been wanting this to finally be completed with the baby just a few months away from arriving.

“See, baby, your daddy is finally getting it done. He just needed a little kick in the pants from mommy.” You giggle softly to yourself as you rub your baby bump and watch Hobie make the final adjustments on the crib.

“How does it look?” He asks, inspecting the fully assembled crib in the corner of the nursery.

“Perfect, Hobie. I knew you could get it done!”

I hope you enjoyed❤️!

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inlovewithpandora · 10 months

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- Soothing -

Pairing: Earth!42 Miles x fem!reader

Request: [ @spidersthetic ] When B has a nightmare and doesn’t plan on going back to sleep, A gets up and drags them into the living room. After they disappear into the kitchen, they come back with snacks and play a movie, planning to stay up as long as B needs to help forget. w/ Earth42! Miles Morales || You can choose what nightmare reader has but Earth42! Miles is ready to comfort her and will stay up as long as she needs to and maybe during the movie she laying on his chest and drifts to sleep when Miles hasn't heard her talk in a while, he checks and she's asleep and cute snores are coming out her mouth.

Synopsis: When you experience a nightmare and are afraid to go back to sleep Miles is right by your side, ready to comfort you in any way possible.

Content: Aged!up Miles, established relationship, Hurt w/ comfort, fluff, mentions/implications of nightmares, Miles comforting reader, cuddling, overall a cute little fic

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting! I loved writing this, I’ve been wanting to make a bad dream type of fic for a while. I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations!

Word Count: 491

Glossary: princesa - princess || te amo - I love you

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Miles was sleeping in the bed next to you when the sound of small whimpers filled the room, which caused him to stir in his sleep. With sleep still prevalent in his body, it didn’t click in his mind that it was you making those noises until he felt you shifting in bed and mumbling incoherent words.

Miles rose from his side of the bed and turned to you. “y/n! y/n, baby, wake up!” Miles gently shook you, enough to wake you up, but not too harsh to startle you.

When you woke up and your eyes fluttered open, Miles could see the fright filled within them, he knew whatever you were dreaming about must have shaken you up. Miles immediately pulled you into his embrace and began to soothe you. “Shhh, it’s okay, princesa. I’m here.” He stroked your face gently and rubbed your back, hoping that this will help lessen your cries.

After a few minutes, you transitioned into a calmer state. “Do you wanna try and go back to sleep or do you wanna stay up for a little bit?” Miles wanted to help you in every way he could, so if that meant staying up a few extra hours or holding you tight in his arms until you drifted off to sleep, he would do it in an instant.

“Stay up.” You didn’t want to go back to sleep after the horrifying dream you just had, so you thought staying up would be able to take some edge off.

“Okay, c’mon.” Miles intertwined his hand with yours and led you in the living room. “You sit right here. I'm gonna go grab some snacks,” he said then walked into the pantry, grabbing a handful of your favorite snacks before plopping back down on the couch next to you.

While you enjoyed the snacks Miles provided, he began to surf through Netflix to find a movie for you both to watch. When he finally picked one, you curled up against him and placed your head on his chest to get into a comfortable position for the duration of the movie.

Thirty minutes into it, Miles seemed to be enjoying it. The humorous scenes made him laugh, the action scenes put him on the edge of his seat, and the drama-filled scenes enticed him. As he got deeper into the movie, he realized that he hasn’t heard your voice in a while.

“Princesa?” Miles leaned up gently, getting a look at your face and saw that your eyes were closed. Soon after, small snores glided through your lips which made him smile knowing that you were now able to sleep peacefully without any fear.

“Te amo,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, hoping that you’ll be able to have a full night's sleep without a nightmare. However, if you wouldn’t, he will be right there next to you, willing to do anything to make you feel better.

I hope you enjoyed❤️!

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inlovewithpandora · 9 months

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- Let Me In -

Pairing: Hobie x fem!Spider!reader

Request: [ 🎸 anon ] Hello! I have a request for a Hobie x reader:) | If you are okay with it (it's ok if not!) can you do a comfort fic where reader is struggling with suicidal thoughts + self harm and they haven't really been taking care of themselves properly and is just always thinking they shouldn't be alive ect. Then one day Hobie comes to their house through their bedroom window (who needs doors?) but he finds them in their bathroom abt to self harm and comforts them.

Synopsis: Being Spiderwoman hasn't been an easy task for you. The sacrifice, dedication, and having to turn your life upside down to accommodate your powers was making living day to day difficult for you so you begin to wonder if you should take matters into your own hands and end your suffering.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, suicidal thoughts, act of self-harm (and lightly descriptive) mention of blood, mention of scars and wounds, crying, reader struggling with depression/illness, Hobie comforting reader and being there for her

If any of the content above makes you uncomfortable please DNI!!!

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this req in! I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations! This was a really good request and I enjoyed writing it even though my heart was breaking for reader. Let me know what you think by sending an anonymous ask or comment if you feel comfortable!

Word Count: 1.1k

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As you sit on the rim of your bathtub, you couldn’t help but look at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was scattered across your head, your eyes were sunken and puffy, and your body was covered with old battle wounds from fighting different evils of the universe, but the most fresh scars were the ones that adorned your arms.

Being Spiderwoman hasn't been an easy task for you. The sacrifice, dedication, and having to turn your life upside down to accommodate your powers were making living day to day difficult for you. Coming home with fresh wounds every night began to take a physical and mental toll on your health. The stress and pressure of protecting the city of Brooklyn was starting to become too much. You wanted to talk to Hobie, but you didn’t want to worry him with your problems, so you decided to keep your feelings bottled up which made you resort to self-harm, hoping to release some of your tension and finally feel a sense of relief.

The more you began to cut, the more you distanced yourself from the world. You haven’t been to HQ, spending time with your friends, and most importantly you haven’t talked to Hobie in almost a week. Your new way of spending your time was cooped up in your apartment, drowning in your sorrows.

It has gotten to the point where your pain became so insufferable that you began to think if living was worthwhile anymore. You couldn’t go on like this, dealing with the weight of being Spiderwoman on your shoulders. Thinking about putting yourself in the face of danger and praying that you didn’t get severely injured or even worse: ending up plummeting to your death.

You felt like if you were going to do that, you might as well leave the world on your own terms, the way you thought would be appropriate. Were you currently thinking clearly? No. This was the illness talking. The older, happier version of yourself would never even let thoughts like this cross her mind, but now… now it was too late. This was the only way to make that dark cloud that hung over your head move away.

Hobie has been worried about you. The only time he talks to you now is through text and when he finds a way to get a hold of you, the conversations were dry, so he can’t even get a true feeling to see how you’re doing.

When he finishes his patrol duties, he decides to swing by your apartment, just to make sure you’re okay. Once he’s outside your window, he opens it slowly and climbs inside. When his feet hit the floor, he turns around and closes the window behind him, then tries to figure out where you are.

As his eyes scan the room, he locates the sound of sobs from the bathroom which alerted him, thinking you got hurt from slipping in the shower or something of that sort. When he reaches the bathroom door, he peeps his head inside, which reveals you with tears pouring down your cheeks while you run a razor across your skin. As Hobie watches the blood trickle down your arm and drip onto your marble floor, his stomach churns and his heart breaks at the scene unraveling in from him.

As you raise the sharp object again, almost pressing it deep into your arm, Hobie barges in, not being able to watch you hurt yourself any longer. When the door widens and you see him looking at you with a concerned and worried expression, you drop the razor, pull your jacket sleeves down, and rush over to the other side of the bathroom.

“Leave, Hobie.” You turn your back towards him, not wanting him to see how you’ve completely let yourself go. This isn’t how you wanted your reunion with him to go, you cutting and him bearing witness, having to see you in such a distraught state, but there’s nothing you can do about it now.

Hobie walks up to you, attempting to wrap his arms around, but you swat them away as more tears fill your eyes. “Hobie, I said leave! I don’t want you here! I-I don’t want you to see me!” As you attempt to raise your voice, it begins to crack due to the sob trying to make an appearance.

“Love, please,” Hobie's heart gets so heavy with each moment. He didn’t know you were doing this, he never knew that you had a burden so heavy that you had to resort to this method to find a sense of peace. At this moment, all he wants to do is be here for you and help as much as he can provide.

He gently places his arm on your shoulder, hoping you would turn around and face him. “Let me in, allow me to help you. I promise I won’t judge. I-I just want to help you, please.” The sincerity in his voice soothes you enough to turn around and face him. Without wasting another second, you run into his arms and begin to cry into his chest. Hobie immediately embraces you, wrapping his arms around you to make you feel secure and comfortable, to let you know that he is here specifically to comfort you.

“It’s okay love, let it all out. I’m here for you now. I’m gonna help you through this.” He kisses your head softly as he rubs your back, continuing to comfort you with sweet and reassuring words, letting you know that he’ll never leave your side no matter what.

Once your cries begin to lessen and you begin to calm down, you and Hobie sit down together. “I know you probably don’t wanna talk right now and that’s fine. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but I want to let you know that you don’t have to go through this alone. I will forever stand by your side through thick and thin, good and bad. No matter what, I will always love you and that’ll never change.” At this moment, you are so thankful for Hobie. He didn’t freak out on you, shame you, or force you to do anything which you appreciated. Knowing that Hobie saw you at your lowest and still accepted you meant the world to you.

“Thank you, Hobie.” You speak softly as you look up at him with glistening eyes, new tears ready to be shed, but this time they are tears of joy that you had someone like Hobie to lean on.

“Of course, now let’s clean up these cuts and then for the rest of the day, it’s just me and you.”

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- Pretty -

Pairing: Earth!42 Miles x fem!reader

Request: [ @yagirlheree ] Hii love! I'm here for a astv request (and can't wait to see how the tsutey req will turn out!!) What about Miles 42 × Fem! Reader and they're like best friends, but Miles has feelings for her but never shows them cause they do stuff that friends do. One day they're sitting at the park and reader is amused by the nature and she takes pictures of the parts that she finds beautiful. And Miles hits her with his corny ass pickup line(which i love) and it's something like: "You taking pics of pretty stuff? Can I take a picture of you then?" And she hands him the phone/camera (whatever you'd like it to be) and then realises he just called her pretty. So she's like 'did you just call me pretty?' And he smirks and takes the picture of her all flustered and then the confession part, just do it however you'd like, and they start to dateee <3 extremely fluffy since miles has such a soft spot for reader when theyre all alone. Plus i hope this is detailed <3 love uuu

Synopsis: Watching you explore the wonders of nature made Miles decide to make a pass at you, hoping it goes the way he plans.

Content: Aged!up Miles, reader being a nature lover, implied mutual pining, fluff, Miles being a softie and extra fluffy, love confession, first kiss, best friends to lovers trope, new relationship, no use of y/n, use of pet name(s)

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Word Count: 735

Glossary: princesa - princess

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As Miles sat on the park bench, you walked around taking pictures of anything that engrossed your attention. “Look, Miles, they have my favorite plant!” A squeal of excitement passed through your lips as you took out your Polaroid camera and took a picture of the flowers in front of you. You were so excited to see all the different flowers and plants that were scattered around the park, while Miles was just scrolling on his phone, every so often looking up at you, sporting that childlike smile on your face.

Miles always loved that about you, how you would get excited over the smallest things and how you would go into a frenzy if you discovered a new flower that you found beautiful. As you wandered through the park, Miles couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He’s always thought you were beautiful, but he never said anything because he felt like the relationship between you was “too platonic” for you to feel the same about him.

Every time he felt like he should confess his feelings, he let his brain override his heart, but today he decided to say something subtle, just to test the waters. “Since you’re takin’ pictures of pretty stuff can I take a picture of you next?” You turn around and see him stand behind you, no longer sitting on the bench.

You hand him the camera, not fully processing his words until he was about to snap the picture. “Wait, Did you just call me pretty?” You’ve never heard him say anything affectionate toward you before, so it took you by surprise when you finally understood what he said.

A smirk grew on Miles' face upon hearing your surprised expression. Instead of replying to your question, he continued the act of taking the picture. “Say cheese, princesa.”

As you posed for the picture, your face began to heat up and a flustered smile spread across your cheeks. Once the picture developed, Miles looked at in awe, your beauty was unmatched in his eyes.

When he handed you the picture, he finally decided to answer your question. “Yes I called you pretty because that’s what you truly are. I’ve always thought you were to be honest. I’ve developed feelings for you since we became friends but I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” Miles began to rant, sounding and looking vulnerable, which made your heart melt given he’s not the type of person who wears their heart on their sleeve. “Basically what I’m saying is…” he gets a little closer and cups your cheek while taking a deep breath, “I want us to be more than friends.”

“Miles, I never realized your feelings ran deeper than friendship.” You always had a place in your heart reserved for Miles, but you never thought you would be able to let him in because you assumed he didn’t like you back, but now, that thought has dissolved.

“So what do you say? Do you wanna give us a chance?” His eyes scanned your facial expressions as he spoke, hoping that you would give him the answer he was hoping for.

“Yes, I wanna give us a try. I love the idea of ‘us’!” You flashed him a bright loving smile, feeling a joyous sensation rise inside you knowing that you had Miles as a best friend and a lover.

As you and Miles look at each other with eyes filled with love and warmth, both of you unknowingly begin to lean into each other and both of your lips synchronized and explored the other. His lips were soft and the kiss was fiery. Being in his warm embrace and his hands resting on your hips made you want to melt into a puddle.

Once the two of you pulled apart, you couldn’t help but grin at him as your cheeks burned from giddiness. Miles thought it was adorable the way you lit up after the kiss. “We should take a picture, to commemorate this moment.” Miles nodded in agreement and raised the camera in front of you, and right before he hit the shutter button, he pressed his lips against your cheek, making you giggle.

When the picture developed, you grabbed it and showed it to Miles. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful, just like you, princesa.”

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- Motherless Child -

Pairing: Earth!1610 Miles [18] x fem!reader [18] (ft. Mama Rio)

Request: [ 🥀 anon ] Miles1610! X reader who’s home life is horrible, readers dad was killed and mom gets drunk and has men over all the time who abuse reader but their mother doesn’t care at all, she’s almost just emotionless || miles wakes up at the middle of the night to tapping on the window, revealing the reader who has bruises she’s obviously trying to cover with his hoodie she took and is saying she’s over just because she wanted to be here, his mom gets home late from work and hears them talking about what happened because he obviously found out, she walks in, mad that he has someone over without asking, and sees reader crying and realizes what its about because she’s mama rio and noticed readers abnormal behavior (flinching, wearing long sleeves and hoodies to hide bruises) and tells her that she’s welcome to come over any time while comforting her with miles.

Synopsis: When having a rough time with your mom you go to your boyfriend’s house to find a sense of peace and comfort you can never find in your own home.

Content/Warnings: implied black reader (but can imagine any way you want), Aged!up Miles, Angst + hurt w/ comfort, alcoholic and slightly abusive mom, mentions of bruises, mentions of physical abuse, sleep deprived reader, emotional reader, crying, Miles being there for reader, Mama Rio being a motherly figure

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Word Count: 1.7K

Glossary: Querida - Darling || buenas noches amor - Good night love || mija - my daughter || n/n = nickname

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You're sleeping peacefully in your room, trying to drown out the problems of your horrific home life. Your mom was in the living room entertaining one of her many men she has over. Whenever they came, you tried your best to stay out of their way because they always found a way to lay their filthy hands on you. The worst part is that your mom would watch them manhandle you, creating a range of bruises on your brown skin and she wouldn’t even bat an eye.

Your mom used to show you motherly affection, but after your dad was killed, that part of her died right along with him. She began to heavily drink to drown her pain and sorrows and whenever she needed the warmth of a man she always had someone to call. At first, you didn’t think your mom knew about what they did to you, until one day you saw her standing in your doorway as one of her many men had a harsh grip on bicep. She would watch the tears cascade down your face, your eyes boring at her, silently begging her to make it stop, but she didn’t listen. Instead she would just walk into the kitchen, ready to indulge in her fifth alcoholic beverage for the night.

She always had the ability to make you feel like a Motherless child, even though she was living in the same house as you.

As you doze off, you hear the sound of someone barging into your room. You open your eyes and see your mother towering over you. “Get up and come clean this house. It’s a mess and I have more company coming over.” She says as she takes a swig of the alcoholic substance in her cup.

“Mom, can I sleep, please? I haven’t been able to get any sleep lately.” Your mom has been having you doing all types of errands this week and it’s gotten to the point where it’s beginning to take a toll on your physical health. As you begin to explain your feelings, all it does is anger her. In her eyes you're being defiant and to her it’s only one way to deal with a misbehaving child.

She pulls your cover back and yanks you out of the bed. Once your feet are planted on the floor, she begins to yell at you. “Don’t you ever talk back to me! I am your mother. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it!”

“Mom, I promise I wasn’t trying to talk back I was just-” When you feel a harsh slap come across your cheek, your words immediately gets lodged in your throat. The sting on your face is unbearable, as the pain spreads through your face, your mother’s words are no longer registering. All you want to do is get out of this house, to escape the life you’ve been dealt even if it was for a few minutes.

All you want is a sense of love and peace and you know one person that always makes you feel that way. When your mother leaves your room, you grabbed Miles' hoodie –that you took from his closet the last time you were over his house– and put it on so he wouldn’t be alarmed by your bruises. You carefully climb out your window and walk to Miles’ house, in hopes that he would help your night go better than it has so far.

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When the sound of tapping hits Miles ears, he rises from his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. When he looks around his room, he doesn’t see anything until his eyes focus on the dark silhouette standing outside his window. He stands up and gets closer to the window and that’s when he realizes it’s you.

“y/n?” He whispers to himself wondering what you're doing outside at the wee hours of the night.

He opens the window and puts out his hand so he can help you inside. “Baby, are you okay? What are you doing here?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted to come see you.” As you talk to Miles, he notices how you have on a hoodie when it’s currently humid in Brooklyn. He assumes you just threw it on to come see him, so he decides to offer you a change of clothes.

“Here, you can wear one of my shirts, so you can take that hot hoodie off.” When he tries to pull down the hood and uncover your face, you flitch, pulling yourself away from him, which is something you’ve never done before. When you turn your face to the side, he sees a dark spot from where your mom slapped you. Seeing that mark plus your actions reveales to him that something bad must’ve happened.

“y/n, I know something happened, I can tell. I don’t wanna force you, but can you please tell me what’s wrong?” Hearing his concerned tone and the worry etched into his face makes you decide to let it all out, to tell and show him everything. After seeing the mark you knew he grew curious and would want answers and with him being your boyfriend, the person your suppose to confide in, you felt like he deserved the truth.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” You take a deep breath and begin to spill out everything you’ve been bottling up inside.

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After a long shift, Rio finally comes home. She quietly walks around the apartment, so she doesn’t wake up Miles. As she tiptoes past his room, she hears two voices, his and yours. She grows upset because she’s told him numerous times to not have people over without asking and especially at this ungodly hour.

When she puts her hand out to turn his doorknob, she hears you explain to Miles everything that’s been happening in your life. As a mother, it breaks her heart to hear that those horrible things are happening to you, but what angers her the most is to hear that your mother approves of it. She didn’t know any of these things were happening at home and neither did Miles, this is their first time hearing this information.

When Rio finally decides to walk inside, she sees you crying while showing Miles the bruises that adorned your arms and other parts of your body. And when you notice her walking in, you frantically pull your sleeves and hoodie down and wipe your tears. “I-I’m sorry Mrs. Morales, I shouldn’t have come especially with it being so late. I’ll go back home.” You stand up and start walking to Miles' window and he tries to convince you to stay, but you’re adamant about leaving because you don't want to disrespect Rio’s rules.

Miles looks at his mom, silently asking her to try to make you stay because he doesn’t want you to go back home to that toxic, abusive environment and neither did she.

“Querida, wait don’t go.” Rio’s voice makes you turn around. “y/n, I heard what you told Miles, about what happens at home and I want you to know that me, Miles, and Jeff are here for you. You don’t have to go home tonight if you don’t want to and you can even stay here with us if you like.”

“Stay here? You mean permanently, like I don’t have to live with my mom anymore?” You’ve always dreamed of moving out and living a normal life, but it has been only a dream. Now that you have a real opportunity to move out, you don't know how to respond.

“Yes, permanently. We have a guest room we rarely use, so it can be yours.” Rio doesn’t mind inviting you into her home because she knows you are a sweet, kind, and good-hearted person. After the things she heard you’ve gone through and seeing the bruises with her own eyes, she knows that she can’t let you go back your mom.

A smile couldn’t help but curl onto your lips when you hear Rio’s offer. To know that you finally have an opportunity to free yourself from your mom overwhelmes you with happiness. “Thank you Mrs. Morales, you don’t know how much this means to me.” More tears begin to flow down your face, making Rio pull you in for a hug. When you feel her arms wrapped around your body, you feel an emotion you haven’t felt in a long time: motherly love.

It’s heavily radiating from her and it makes you feel safe, that no one else could put you in harm's way. When you pull back from Rio she places one hand on your shoulder and uses the other one to push your hair out of your face and tuck it gently behind your ear. “You’re always welcome here, mija, remember that.” Rio flashes you a reassuring smile before looking over to her son. “You and y/n can stay up a little longer and then I want you both to rest, okay?” Miles nods softly and with that Rio leaves the room and closes the door.

“Are you okay, n/n?” He asks as both of you sit down on his bed.

“I’m okay now, you and your mom helped me feel better.” You tell him as you rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. They truly uplifted your spirits from the sunken place they were in before.

“I’m glad we could help. All I want to do is help you and make sure you’re okay. Your my first priority, always.” He slowly and gently grabs your hand so it wouldn’t startle you and then he places a soft kiss on your it, physically showing you that he is there for you. The feeling of his lips on your skin makes a fuzzy sensation flow through your body; a pleasurable sensation he always makes you feel anytime you are around him.

For the rest of the night, both of you talk until you start growing tired. You and Miles lay back onto his bed and snuggle up against each other, happily engulfing the other into your embrace.

“Buenas noches, amor.” He kisses your forehead softly and tightens his grip around your torso to make you feel safe, which you deeply appreciated. He wants you to always feel safe, comfortable, and protected around him and you’ve never stopped feeling that way, especially in this moment with the night you’ve endured.

Now being able to say that you have the opportunity to leave your home and live somewhere surrounded by love, support and affection is definitely going to help you get the rest you’ve been craving. You nuzzle your head into his chest, and murmur your last words before you let sleep take over.

“Good night, Miles.”

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- Overworked -

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem!stressed!reader

Request: [ @spidersthetic ] Jesus, have you been awake the entire night? + Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before. + I'll carry you to bed if I have to. + Go. To. Bed. That's an order. or I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved. Whichever fits. w/ Hobie Brown || Reader is working on a presentation for work and stressing over it cause she wants it to be good because she might get a promotion she neglects sleep and Hobie notices and tells her she needs to sleep but she is too stubborn and refuses to so Hobie has to basically drag her to bed and that's where you can use either go to bed or I'll check... or both if you can fit it in.

Synopsis: When you start drowning in work Hobie is there to save you.

Content: angst, fluff, established relationship, concerned Hobie, stressed reader, Hobie forcing reader to gts, reader being stubborn but does listen to him, kissing toward the end, just a cute little fic!

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Word Count: 1k

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As you scan through your presentation for the millionth time tonight, drinking another can of your favorite energy drink, you decipher the sound of footsteps inside the apartment.

You know it’s Hobie, so you don’t leave your work zone, continuing to work with tunnel vision, hoping that this presentation wows your boss and earns you the well-deserved promotion.

Every night you’ve spent working on this presentation made you want to rip your hair out and claw at your eyes from the stress. And even though you are filled with tension, you know that the all-nighters, consumption of unhealthy amounts of energy drinks, and overworking will be worth it once your new work bonus hits your account.

Hobie walks quietly, assuming you were fast asleep. He walks down the hallway, about to walk into your bedroom, but he notices that there is a light on in another room. When he approaches your home office, he hears your groans of frustration. He opens the door and sees you running your hands down your face then slamming them on the desk.

When you look up at him, he can see you’re tired. The sunken eyes and the way you seem to be fighting the urge to let them flutter close give it all away.

“Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?” He asks rhetorically as he doesn’t need your answer to confirm it, his voice laced with both concern and disbelief.

“Yes, but-”

“Love, you need to sleep and not stress about this presentation.” Hobie knows how much this presentation means to you and he’s rooting for you to get it the promotion, but he doesn’t want you to neglect your health over it.

“Hobie, you know how much I want this promotion! I’m competing with multiple people and I need to be at the top.” A yawn slips through your lips upon finishing your sentence. You begin to rub your puffy eyes as you turn back to your desk and continue working on your presentation.

“I know, but I just don't want you to tire yourself out-” Hobie cuts his sentence short when he notices you dozing off. “y/n! See this is why you need to go to sleep, your body is begging for rest!”

You straighten up and act as if you weren’t drifting just a second ago. “Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all-nighters before. I’ll just drink some more energy drinks or take caffeine pills so I can stay awake. Stop worrying, babe. Just go to sleep and I’ll join you later.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, trying your best to reassure him that you're fine, but Hobie knows that this is only your stubbornness making an appearance.

“No, y/n, you’re going to sleep. I'll carry you to bed if I have to.” His words just go in one ear and out the other. You are solely focused on this presentation and nothing is going to stop you –apparently, except for your boyfriend. As you blatantly ignore Hobie’s pleas to come to bed, trying to add the finishing touches to your PowerPoint slide, you feel a pair of hands scoop you up.

“Hobie! Put me down. I need to finish this!” You lightly hit his chest as he carries you down the hallway in bridal style.

Hobie gives you the same treatment you gave him earlier, ignoring your words as he places you on the bed. “Go. To. Bed. That's an order.” He gets into bed next to you, pulling you into his embrace and wraps his arms around your torso.

You start to form a protest against him, but when you feel his warmth against your skin, you decide that a little “nap” wouldn’t hurt. Just a little nap then you would go back to work, or that’s at least what you try to convince yourself.

“Fine, but only because you forced me.” You playfully roll your eyes, running your hand through his hair to lightly massage his scalp. After a while of both of you cuddling in silence, snores begin to echo throughout your bedroom with both of you sleeping peacefully, intertwined with each other's bodies.

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The next morning you wake up full of energy. Being able to finally have a full night's sleep makes you feel the most relaxed you’ve felt in days. You now have the ability to come up with new ideas for your presentation without having brain fog. You feel so thankful that Hobie forced you to get some rest because if he didn’t you wouldn’t be able to have this new sense of clarity.

As you start cooking breakfast, you feel a pair of large hands wrap around your waist. “Mornin’, love.” His husky voice rings through your ears as he kisses your cheek and rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“Good morning.” You reply with a smile as you run your hand down his cheek before placing your attention back on your food. Hobie looks at the different things you are cooking and realizes it all makes his favorite breakfast combined.

“Is all of this for me?”

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck while looking up at him with loving eyes, “yes it is. I wanted to make you breakfast as a “thank you” for helping me last night. I really appreciate you seeing that I needed to take a break.”

When you pull him in for a tender kiss, he’s taken by surprise, but it doesn’t take him long before he kisses you back, moving his hands from around your waist and gliding them down your body and lightly squeezing your butt which makes you grin into the kiss.

“You’re welcome, love. You know I’ll always look out for you.” Hobie smiles softly as he lovingly cups your cheek. Hobie always makes sure to keep an eye on you because he knows you have a tendency of overwork and causing yourself stress. “So now do you promise to not overwhelm yourself with work?”

“Yes, babe. I promise. No more overworking. But if I do, I know that I’ll always have you there to ground me.”

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❖ — 🖇️: 𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨 ~ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻.! - where you can find all my different masterlists and works

❖ — 📎: 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻.! - where you can find all my series masterlist

❖ — 🏷️: 𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨 ~ 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑺.! - where you can find my Taglist form posts

❖ — 📢: 𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨 ~ 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻.! - where you can find all my important posts like upcoming changes, new information, and etc.

❖ — 🔃: 𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨 ~ 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺.! - me reblogging my own fics

❖ — 📆: 𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨 ~ 𝑼𝑷𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺.! - all of my upcoming fics and fic schedules

❖ — 🫣: 𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨 ~ 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺.! - sneak peeks of my wip’s and upcoming fics

❖ — 📝: 𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨 ~ 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.! - where you can find my list of prompts for requests

❖ — 🌳: 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻.! - all of my avatar works

❖ — 🪸: 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺.! - all of my avatar works that are requests

❖ — 🕸️ 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑱𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑨𝑵’𝑺.! - all of my atsv works

❖ — 🕷️ 𝑰𝑻’𝑺 𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑴.! - all of my atsv works that are requests

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