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kvthgok · 10 months

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Webs | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic)

Warnings- none

Summary- Miguel helps you learn how to control your webs!

Side note- not proofread hehe, to lazy 🤭

"Quit the whining before I throw you off the building myself" groaned Miguel. Today he was teaching you how to control your webs. This whole Spiderman thing was new to you.

I rolled my eyes, "Rude much? Still there is absolutely no way I'm jumping off this building! Your crazy!" I rambled on. He sighed.

"How old are you again?" Miguel asked, raising his eyebrows. "Oh right. Your 15 and you're afraid of heights. Well, you better figure out how to do what I tell you to do. Or else." He said, while crossing his arms. His tone becoming more threatening.

"yeah yeah bossy pants" I said looking at my nails.

Miguel shook his head. He was being more than bossy, he was being a bully. "Now, you better do what I say. Quit your whining unless you want to go for a little trip." Miguel said, motioning towards the edge of the building.

"Can we make a trip to Mcdonalds ?" I smiled like a idiot trying to piss him off and it was working perfectly.

"Why, so you can stuff your face with Big Mac's or french fries or whatever else that greasy food joint serves?" Miguel asked, shaking his head. "You don't need anymore junk food. It's a wonder you're not heavier than you are considering how unhealthy you eat." Miguel groaned, a scowl on his face.

My jaw dropped.

"Yeah." Miguel said, leaning back and crossing his arms. He was still scowling at you.”And you wonder why I'm so tough on you when you stuff your face with that junk food. If you want something to eat that bad, I'll make you something when we get back at the HQ." Miguel sighed and turned his back to you, his arms crossed and his head resting on one of his arms.

I still stood dumbfounded process what he said before. All I knew that it was super out of pocket.

Miguel stood there, his back still turned to you. He was still muttering to himself. "It's like you're always thinking of food," He huffed, turning his head back to face the sky and closing his eyes. "It's not healthy for you to eat all of that junk food. Don't you care about keeping yourself in shape?" Miguel asked, looking back at you.

“Nope not really." I said happily, skipping to him like a toddler that just got a toy from a store.

Miguel glared at you as you skipped towards him. He was annoyed at your childishness but wasn't going to show it. "Yeah, well you should be more worried about your health than you currently are," Miguel said, while tapping his foot on the pavement. He wasn't pleased about your carelessness towards your health.

"Wasn't this whole purpose to help me control my webs and not talk about my love for food?" I raised my eyebrow.

Miguel sighed and looked back at you, tapping his foot on the ground again."It was at first," He started to explain. ”But then the whining began." He said. Miguel's arms remained crossed as he looked at you, his eyes narrowed and his face expressionless. He was annoyed with you and he wasn't afraid of showing it.

"whaaaaaa what whining " I nervously laughed trying to act innocent knowing damn well I was.

"Oh please." Miguel groaned and turned his back to you once again. "The whining isn't going to help. All you need to do is learn how to control those webs of yours." Miguel said. He glanced back at you through the corner of his eye. He looked annoyed.

"Well what are we waiting for?" I questioned.

Miguel took a deep breath and looked over the edge of the building once more. "First things first. You need to face your fear of heights." Miguel said. He turned and faced you, his arms still crossed. "I'm not going to wait for you to conquer your fear. It's sink or swim and I'm not afraid to give you a good shove." Miguel said, his tone becoming more stern and more demanding. Miguel looked back at you and his eyes narrowed some more. "Yeah mhm sure buddy" I said in a smart ass tone.

Miguel's scowl became more prominent. He stared at you for a moment, before grabbing the front of your shirt. ”Ready or not, here we go." Miguel then proceeded to drag you towards the edge of the building.

"Shit."

Miguel held you over the edge of the building, with your only lifeline being his grip on the front of your shirt. "Now, are you going to keep whining or are you going to help yourself?" Miguel asked. He looked down at you, he had a small smirk on his face. I glared at him.

“Oh don't give me that look. I've been more than patient with you," Miguel said, before glancing back at the edge of the building. Miguel continued to hold me over the edge of the building, with his grip tightening on the front of your shirt.

"You wouldn't dare."

Miguel scoffed and narrowed his eyes at you. "I would dare," Miguel said. He began to shake you side to side, his grip still intact on the front of your suit. "Quit complaining and just learn how to control those webs of yours." Miguel growled. “I rather die" I started complaining again.

His grip on the front of your suit tightened. He was frustrated by your continued complaining, and he didn't have much more patience. "I'm going to drop you," Miguel said in a stern tone.

"Doubt it but whatever floats your boat.”

He ignored your sarcasm. He tightened his grip on the front of your suit once again. He took one more look over the edge of the building.That's when he made his decision. Miguel threw you over the edge of the building, your only lifeline being the fabric of your suit. That's when Miguel let go.

"I HATE YOU!” you screamed while panicking in the air. HES CRAZY WHY COULDN'T I TRAIN WITH PETER? I thought to myself. Miguel had found it quite entertaining however.

Miguel chuckled as he watched you frantically move your arms and legs around. Your attempts to use your webbing to slow your fall were not going well. You were in a panic, desperately trying to reach for something to support yourself and slow your fall. You were looking to the side of the building and noticed Miguel had his arms crossed, watching you fall. He had a smile on his face.

I was trying to hug onto a window from a building. People were looking at me , “Hai..." I nervously chuckled.

Miguel just watched you panic and make a fool of yourself. He didn't help or say a single word. He was amused, and he enjoyed watching you struggle. You tried to grab onto the window from another building. Some people were looking at you, some of them looking down from their balconies across the street.

"That's right, keep making a fool of yourself." Miguel said under his breath. I sharply turn to look at Miguel with daggers in my eyes. He was trying to hold in his laughter.

Miguel looked at you, still with that sinister smile on his face. He was entertained by what was happening to you. He continued to watch and see what you would do. Miguel wasn't trying to hold in his laughter, he was letting it all out. Miguel laughed the entire time at you and your struggles.

His laughter continued, and he started speaking again. "You know, I didn't think you'd be able to grab onto anything. This is way more entertaining than I expected."

I yelled in anger and in fear, "Imma kill you once I get to — OH GOD I HATE YOU MIGUEL!" I started slipping. Miguel rolled his eyes and continued to watch you. He didn't take your threats seriously at all. You were still hanging onto the window from the building you grabbed onto, still struggling.

"What's that?" Miguel asked. "You hate me?" he chuckled, clearly not taking you seriously when you yelled that you were going to kill him. "How cute." Miguel said in a mocking tone. "This could end if you would just learn to control your webs and save yourself." He said.

"YOUR A PSYCHO YA KNOW THAT RIGHT?!"

"Maybe I am," Miguel smirked. "But, at least I'm not the one hanging on to a window for dear life now, am I?" Miguel asked with a grin on his face. "Still struggling there, are we?" Miguel said with a smirk , watching you struggle.

He noticed as your nostrils started to flare, and he smirked. "Someone's getting annoyed, huh?" Miguel asked, then turned his back, crossing his arms and resting his head on one of his arms. "Go ahead, keep yelling." Miguel said just continued to watch you.

You finally managed to get back onto the rooftop after some time later. You sat down on the edge of the building roof, breathing a sigh of relief and glancing at Miguel. He wasn't talking to you, and he wasn't looking at you. He was still with his back turned, his arms crossed and his head rested on one of his arms. Miguel then broke the silence.

"Are you ready to learn how to control your webs now?" Miguel asked, his tone becoming more serious.

“I thought I just did?” I said out of breathe.

"You grabbed onto a window, that's all," Miguel said. "I've seen kids do better than that. That's not controlling your webs. That's just desperation." His tone was a dismissive and sarcastic tone. Miguel then turned and faced you, a hint of annoyance in his voice. ”Do it again." Miguel said. I mocked him.

Miguel just stared at you, unimpressed by your mocking tone. "Well?" Miguel asked. He was expecting you to start practicing and trying to control your webs again. However, it seemed the fall had taken the wind out of you. "What are you waiting for?" Miguel asked with a slight scowl on his face.

“Waiting for my breathe to come back” I sighed laying on the concrete floor.

Miguel rolled his eyes, thinking you were just being lazy. "Well get a move on. I'm not waiting all day for you to get your breath back." Miguel said. He didn't sound very convinced by what you had to say. His arms were still crossed and he didn't like that you were taking a break after what just happened.

-Skip 2 hours later-

The sun was starting to set, the sky gradually becoming darker. Miguel had been standing on the edge of the building roof for two hours, and he was clearly getting more annoyed as time went on.

Miguel then turned around to face you, sighing. "Alright? You ready yet, or are you going to need another break?" Miguel asked in a sarcastic tone. "At this rate, this entire night is going to go by and you still won't have gained control of your webs." Miguel said with a groan.

“Okay okay fine I’ll do it.” I said confidently walking over to the edge then I looked down and we were back to square one.

Miguel rolled his eyes. "You're afraid of heights, aren't you?" he asked. He had a smirk on his face as he asked you that. "You're too afraid to face your fear and learn how to control those webs of yours. I thought you wanted to become a better Spider-Man. I had expected more."Miguel shook his head, clearly annoyed by this point.

He kept telling me if I wasn’t going to face my fear then I would never be successful and on and on. At this point he was getting on my nerves.

He then got close to you, his face just inches away from yours. His voice became more demanding and he didn't try and hide his annoyance at this point. Miguel's eyes narrowed and he looked at you with what can be described as disgust."I'm telling you right now," Miguel started, his tone changing.

"If you don't face your fear and control those webs you'll be nothing but a failure. You'll just be a joke." Miguel paused for a moment. "You'll never live up to Peter Parker's legacy the way you're acting right now." “Oh yeah?!” I grew pissed. “Yeah.” He repeated to start getting you mad so you could do it.

Miguel smirked and looked away from you. He was playing the psychological cards and he knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to get more pissed off. That way, you'd maybe prove him wrong and use that anger to control your webs.

He turned his gaze back on you, looking at you with a smirk. "You can prove me wrong, you know," Miguel said with a small laugh. "You can make me eat my words. Is that what you want to do? Or, are you just going to be a coward and let me win?" He scoffed and chuckled as he said that last line. It was a cruel thing to say, and Miguel knew the effects it would have on you. Miguel had pushed your buttons, and he was playing you like a puppet.

I glared at him and then went for it. You might have a chance at making it as a Spider-Man after all," Miguel said with a smirk. He still had that mocking tone in his voice, but he had changed his expression from annoyance. "That's the way I like seeing you," He added. He looked away from you, but then glanced back after a few seconds. "Do it again." Miguel said in a demanding tone.

“I swear if I fall imma…oh wait this is kinda easy” I said surprised. Miguel couldn't help but chuckle at your response. You were still trying to be sarcastic, but it also felt like you were enjoying yourself. Miguel continued to watch, watching your progress unfold before his very eyes.

"Keep going," he said. Miguel let out a grin in approval of what you had just said. He had been pushing you to this point, and he was glad to see you were trying to control those webs of yours.

Few minutes later we were sitting on top of that same roof eating the McDonalds I begged Miguel for.

Miguel had a big smile on his face as he took a bite of his McDonald's burger. His eyes were focused on you the entire time, just watching you closely. He was impressed that you had learned to control your webs.

"You did it," he said in a genuine tone as he took another bite of his food. Miguel was no longer annoyed, nor was he mocking you. Now, Miguel was just proud of what you accomplished.

"How does it feel?" Miguel asked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“Awesome” I smiled

He spoke again, “You know, if you want to be a good Spider-Man.” "You need to learn more than just web control and using your Spidey senses."Miguel looked at you as he spoke. "You need to learn how to fight. There's more to being Spider-Man than shooting Webs at people."

“You gotta be kidding me man” I started to whine again.

Oh boy here we go again…

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #teen reader #x teen!reader #x child reader #oneshot #miguel spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #spider man 2099 #x y/n #across the spiderverse #platonic #platonic friendships #child reader #miguel x you

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personwhowrites · 8 months

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Traffic

Cw: Fluff just pure fluff between the group

Task Force 141 x platonic gn!Reader maybe some Simon Ghost Riley x gn!Reader, John Soap Mactavish x gn!Reader.

Wc:2.4k

You sat in the car, the smell of smoke, blood and mud stained the inside of the car. Price was driving the car, Gaz sat in the passenger seat, while you were squeezed between Ghost and Soap, the wet mud their skin not making it any better. You wanted to sit by the window but Ghost first got in the car, then you but Soap complained that he wanted the window seat, and with your heart of gold you agreed and let Soap take the window seat, unaware of the wet mud on his arms and Ghost’s.

“How much longer?” You ask, looking at the road ahead. “I don't like sitting in the middle..no offense guys.”

“We would have been at the safe house by now.. If someone didn’t blow up the damn car.” Gaz speaks up before looking at Price who frowned at his comment. “How the fuck did you blow the car? Is that like Soap thing to do?”

“I couldn’t see.” Price replies and lets out an annoyed groan.”I see traffic”

“Traffic?” Soap says peering over Price's shoulder pushing you into Ghost's last personal space he had. “Oh wow yeah..”

“Johnny if you don’t sit down and stop pushing them to me I will make you sit down properly.” Ghost mumbles before looking at you with more annoyance. “And you, don’t let Soap push you around.”

“Easy for you to say, you aren’t in the middle..” You reply as Price stops the car in a small traffic jam. “God why is this place so packed now? When we came this way in the morning it wasn’t like this.”

“I don’t even wanna question it..” Gaz says and looks over at you before cracking a smile. “You're getting sandwiched very well huh?”

“If you didn’t call shotgun before me..you would be in my place.” you reply and flip him off as Price turns his head over to you. “It’s already hard being hurt…now I gotta deal with being squeezed.”

“Just relax, we will be at the safe house soon.” Price replies and looks at you. “It’s strange seeing you being squeezed like this.”

“Only thing we need is Soap acting like a three-year-old.” Ghost remarks and looks at Soap who's grinning now. “..Don’t you dare..”

“Oh I shall dare..” Soap replies before taking a deep breath. “Price, I'm hungry, whe do we get to the safe house? I'm bored Price, Price..”

“Why did you even give him any ideas, Ghost..” Gaz groans and turns to face the road. “This line will take forever to move.”

“Just give it some time..” Price says trying to ignore Soap blabbering. “Someone shut Soap up before I do.”

Soap stops talking and looks out the window, to see a couple of kids looking at him. Price sighs and rubs his eyes with one hand, before rubbing his face. Gaz takes his phone out and looks at some text messages. Meanwhile Ghost just.. stares out the road, looking at the color and license of other cars. There was an awkward silence before Gaz phone played loud sound, everyone turned to him wanting an explanation on what on earth was that sound.

“What? Can’t a man listen to a video in peace?” Gaz comments and looks back at his phone before cracking a smile. “Stupid chicken..”

“God, you're gonna become like Price with that type of humor Gaz.” You comment looking over his shoulder. “How is a chicken running after another chicken funny?”

“You just won't understand, your humor is worse than Ghosts..” Gaz mumbles and looks at you now. “You laughed over a slice falling over last week..”

“How is that not funny?!” You exclaim and look at him with some annoyance. “You people don’t understand humor.”

“You laughed over some bread?” Soap questions your humor. “Who in the bloody hell laughs at some bread falling over?.”

“People with humor!” You reply and turn to Soap. “You laugh at Ghost awful jokes..”

“Okay why are you and Gaz dragging my name into this.” Ghost comments turning his head to you. “Do I humor you all or something? Do I need to be harsher? Is that what you both need to stop involving my name.”

“Hey at least you don’t have to put your phone close to your face to read big ass letters.” You say looking at Price who stares at you confused. “What?”

“What do you mean by that..” Price says now turning half his body to you. “You're attacking everyone huh?”

“Aw, come on, I'm not just commenting on the obvious.” You state and give him a warm smile. “You act like one of those dads that would be proud after cutting their grass perfectly.”

“I can see this actually..” Gaz comments looking at Price and smiles. “Bet you put your hands on your hips and sigh deeply taking in the sight of the perfectly cut grass.”

“He wears a different hat, like he has multiple hats for different needs.” Soap adds looking at Price with a smile. “Yep I definitely see it..”

“You three leave the captain alone.”Ghost says, looking at Price and then out the window. “It’s obvious he would never take that bloody hat off for anything.”

“Hold on, did Ghost just…comment on Price?” You say with an amused smile. “Never thought he would do such a thing.”

"There's a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Ghost replies and gives you a slight side eye. “You remind me of dog.”

“Huh?” You blurt and look at Ghost slightly annoyed. “What do you mean by that Ghost.”

“I see it.. Maybe like a chihuahua or pomeranian..” Price says looking at your face. “Or golden retriever.”

“It depends on their mood sometimes.” Soap adds grabbing your face. “But i see mix of chihuahua and pomeranian.”

“Are you guys seriously comparing me to angry dogs?” You mumble looking as Soap as his palms rest on your cheeks. “Why do such a thing?”

“Why compare our humor?” Price questions you and Soap lets go of your face. “Why question the hat I wear and Gaz's humor?”

You stay silent and look at him with a dead serious look and sigh knowing he is right. You were bored that’s all, the traffic hasn’t moved an inch and the blazing afternoon sun hit the windows of the car. Price looked back at the traffic and let out an annoyed sigh. He definitely wasn’t pleased with this nor were the others. Gaz turns his attention back to his phone, which makes you take yours out. Ghost glances over, he sees the password and looks away. Soap glances over as you open a game on your phone.

“What are you playing?” Soap asks now more in your personal space.”I never knew you liked games.”

“Uh, just some random game I found while watching youtube. The ad got me to download it since it seemed good.” You reply and focus your attention on the game. “It’s called Cry Of Divine.. or COD. I'm playing the mobile version but there is a computer and console game.”

“What’s it about? Is it popular?” Soap asks while taking out his phone. “Where can I get it?”

“Your play store?” You say confused and see Gaz downloading it too. “It’s multiplayer, and there are tons of different modes and events for limited items.” You pause and look at your phone. “It’s really fun and you play with many high ranked players.. You can work with people or work alone, it doesn't really matter.”

“What's your username?” Gaz asks wanting to play with you while Soap downloads the game. “I'll add you so we can pass time..”

You give Gaz your username, Soap soon joins in the fun. Price advanced the car slightly, the traffic was still heavy and he was bored. Ghost looked at you and Soap played the game, it was just a shooting game, but it seemed fun. Ghost leaned back on his seat and took his phone out, feeling foolish he elbowed you. You turned to Ghost as he offered his phone for you to add yourself. You didn’t question it and added him. Soon he joined the party and Price looked over.

“Are you all playing?” Price asks, raising a brow. “First time I see grown adults play together in a packed car to pass time.”

“How the bloody fuck did they shoot me though a wall with a damn sniper riffle!” Gaz blurts out shaking his head. “This is so bitch ass.”

“Got them! Up to your left Ghost, you can knife them with the mellevee in your second slot.” You say moving your fingers quickly on your screen. “Soap sniper behind you.”

“Got them” They both reply to your call outs as Price smiles a bit.

“So it’s a game about our jobs technically?” Price asks looking over at Gaz phone. “But you respawn huh?”

“Yep, you should join us captain, then there you can also be our captain.” Soap comments looking up from his phone. “It’s actually really fun.”

Price hesitates for a couple minutes before agreeing, soon all of you are playing the game. ‘Cry of Divine Mobile’. The traffic soon moved and you played for Price yourself, which honestly surprised you. Ghost was getting slightly angry on how he kept dying and his shooting wasn’t perfect as in actual life. Soap on the other hand learned how to get the hang of things and even showed you some tricks he created himself. Ghost looked up from his phone to you, his gaze softened. Price looked at Ghost, through the mirror and questioned his gaze towards you. The car slowly began to move, it seemed like the traffic jam was becoming undone slowly. You looked up from your phone, then glanced over at the cars in front of you. Price gives you a smile though the rear mirror and you smile back. Soap yawned and rubbed his yes, he was ether bored or tired.

“Can one of you wake me up when we get to the safe house?” Soap asked with a yawn and lean against the door. “I would appreciate that.”

“We will..” You reply with your own yawn, before sitting back properly in the middle seat. “Think I might join Soap in his nap.”

“You go ahead, I will make sure to wake you two up.” Price replies and glances over at Gaz who’s also fell asleep. “I will make sure you three wake up..”

You nodded and closed your eyes, you slightly lean to Soap, his head rested on the window. You slowly began to nod your head, showing you needed to sleep. Ghost glance over and shifted in his seat, he didn’t want you to lean on him. Soap shifted in his seat and yawned. You joined his yawn and lean against him. Soap didn’t mind it and put his arm around your neck, giving you some support. Ghost looked over and narrowed his gaze, before Price cleared his throat.

“They do need support and probably somewhere comfortable to sleep..” Price says and looks at the busy road. “They need space, and a warm space..”

Ghost knew what Price was talking about, he turned you and yanked you to his lap. You woke up quickly to the yank and stared at Ghost with great concern. Price chuckled as your heart raced, Ghost stared at you with some annoyance.

“Go to sleep, ill wake you up.” Ghost mumbles in his cold tone. “Just go to sleep.”

You nod awkwardly and rest your head on his chest, you hear his heart beating fast. You looked at Ghost, who was looking out the window. An arm wrapped around you for support, slowly you closed your eyes and felt that both of his hands wrapped around you like a casual hug. One you would properly never feel again. Price now sighs in some relief and looks at Ghost giving a nod of approval to rest up. Ghost leans his own head on the back of the seat and closes his eyes, his arms still tightly around you. Soap soon leans over to Ghost arms, and somehow manages to lay down and put his head on your lap. Gaz meanwhile is happily sleeping and leaning on the chair, the seatbelt keeping him safe. Price drives though the traffic jam making sure you all rest up.

Traffic is something no one expected that it would lead you all to become closer than needed. Traffic is something that made you realize maybe there was something more than friendship with Ghost..maybe even something more with Soap. Traffic, something that made you…happy to see each time when you were with them all.

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m0tel6mxzzy · 1 year

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neil and wendy in MYSTERIOUS SKIN (2004)

#mysterious skin #early 2000s #film #cinema #movies #gif edit #joseph gordon levitt #michelle trachtenberg #platonic friendships

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strawberriesandcigarettes77 · 25 days

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Okay genuinely there's two things that reminds me of jungwon past lives movie and love. By wave to earth

which made me think of how you and jungwon have been childhood friends and saw each other grow and how you went through alot of phases together and like as time passes you guys just get closer and closer till the point where you guys are not just friends its like you guys exceeded the platonic phase and everyone around you noticed and keeps asking about your relationship state and you two just laugh it off and deny any dating allegation but it's like everytime you do its feels like someone's punching you in the guts or even your heart is being used as a WWE punching bag both you and jungwon thought of getting together but you were just so afraid of what can happen to your relationship afterwards which makes both of you take a step back and by that your relationship sticks at this stage of both of you wanting each other but just not being able to commit and so sooner or later you guys started getting busy with your own lives jungwon is a idol you are looking for the next step of your life and maybe even trying to find love instead of putting your heart on pause which you eventually do end up finding a person who you can actually fall inlove with and it's not jungwon so for him he's still at that same spot he always was at which is wanting you but you just move on but that still doesn't ruin your relationship but that does shape your past lives.

Idk idk I'm just yapping but jungwon gives me right person but never the right time vibes so bad.

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFqK5EuT/

I love him

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judasyndrome · 3 months

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they're so ribs - lorde coded!

#dark academia #friendship #angst #platonic soulmates #platonic love #platonic friendships #homoerotic #the raven cycle #richard gansey iii #adam parrish #adansey #yellowjackets #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #jackieshauna

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starsintheendlessnight · 5 months

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What would happen if Dream and Skeppy had a child???

#dreamwastaken #dream fanart #dream #skeppy #skeppy fanart #dreppy #dreppy fanart #being silly #no ship #platonic #platonic friendships

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awkwardlesbianwriter · 4 days

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Robin and Steve applying for a job in s5

Comment down below your other answer this is not canon for fun only

#robin buckley #stranger things #steve harrington #ao3 #jobs #st s4 #platonic friendships #scene #series #platonic stobin

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harrywavycurly · 8 months

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Life with Steve and Eddie: Random Convos

Masterlist: Here

A/N: Because sometimes you just need to ask your two guy besties some questions…some maybe be a little more random than others✨

“Why do boys not shower everyday?” “Uh do I look like a guy who doesn’t shower?…She’s totally talking to you Munson.” “Get fucked Harrington I shower everyday and sometimes twice a day…who’s the smelly dude in question?” “Yeah who’s stinking up your personal space with their lack of hygiene?” “No one I was just wondering…after a while you all just…get this smell…it’s weird.” “It’s just man.” “Pardon me? It’s just what?” “Yeah Eddie…it’s what?” “It’s just man smell…you know like when your after shave and shit wears off? And you’re just left with…your…scent…” “you call that…just man smell?” “Yes?…what? You’re gonna try to tell me it doesn’t make sense?” “No that’s the thing…it actually does…” “Munson making sense? That’s terrifying…” “you’re both a bunch of assholes.”

“Would you sleep with me?” “What the fu-” “I’m sorry what did you just ask us?” “I’m just curious…am I cute?” “Totally…adorable.” “She doesn’t wanna hear she’s adorable Harrington she wants to know if she’s fuckable you dick.” “Oh uh well yeah…yeah..you…are.” “Smooth Steve…really fucking smooth…and to think you were once upon a time such a ladies man…” “fuck off Munson I just wasn’t prepared to be asked if I’d fuck my bestfriend while trying to enjoy a day at the lake.” “I don’t want to know if you’d personally sleep with me Steve I’m just curious if I’m…attractive in general.” “Yes..you are a thousand percent attractive…to anyone that has decent eye site.” “Thanks Eddie.” “Steve?” “Yes I agree you’re very attractive.” “Dude relax she’s not gonna jump your bones Jesus go take a dip…” “sorry sorry I’m just…is there a reason you’re asking? Did someone say something to you?” “Yeah do we need to add a name to the ass kicking list?” “No…no it’s not that I was just curious that’s all.” “Promise?” “Yes Steve I promise…now let’s go swimming.”

“Can you feel your feet?” “Oh fuck.” “What’s wrong?” “Steve! Can you feel your feet?…mine are off.” “Oh fuck.” “My thoughts exactly…she’s a goner.” “We’ve been at this party what? An hour?…how is she already gone? It was your turn to watch her Munson.” “Watch her? I’m not a babysitter Steve that’s literally your job.” “I was gonna take over for the next hour you asshole we agreed!” “Oh look someone gave me a sho-” “no more shots for you missy…give that to Harrington he needs to loosen up.” “Let’s just…put her on the couch and get her some snacks and she’ll be fine for like an hour or so…” “Steven Andrew Harrington we are not going to force feed our drunk bestfriend snacks so we can party for an extra hour…Jesus man it’s just a house party you dickwad.” “You’re right…we take her home and tuck her in then come back.” “Exactly…gotta make sure she’s safe and sound then we can come back.” “You’re…you’re…gonna party without…me?” “Not the shaky lip…Steve she’s doing the shaky lip.” “Listen…we just want to reach your level that’s all but it takes us a little longer and you’re…well your feet are turned off right?” “Oh god you’re right! They are!” “So we need to get you home so they can recharge.” “Yes exactly what Eddie said…gotta get you home so your feet can get ready for tomorrow.” “Okay! My bed can fit all our feet.” “Fuck me…I knew she was gonna say that.” “Give it to me straight Harrington…We aren’t coming back are we?” “You know her bed is like quicksand…once we lay in it there’s no getting out till tomorrow morning..” “damn her and her magical fucking bed…I just wanted to get drunk…” “sorry Munson…grab her left arm I’ll get her right.” “She fucking owes us…” “oh she doesn’t owe us shit this is what friends are for.” “God I just love you guys.” “We love you too.”

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ghastlyfilters · 1 year

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TRAIL OF TEARS !

— “THE WORST IS OVER NOW. AND WE CAN BREATHE AGAIN. I WANT TO HOLD YOU HIGH, AND STEAL MY PAIN.. AWAY.”

pairing; randy meeks x gn!reader

summary; when randy turns up at your door appearing to be a tad bit down in the dumps, he tries not to make the reason behind it known. that is, until you can tell the poor love needs a little extra comfort.

author’s note: some randy content seeing as this fandom lacks in it!! also this is more platonic than romantic!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

If I live to see, the seven wonders!

I’ll make a path to the rainbow's end..

You were slowly swaying to the soft beat of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Seven Wonders’ through your headphones. God, you loved Stevie Nicks.

I'll never live to match the beauty, again..

You’d only came down to the kitchen to get a snack, but why not take the voice of Stevie with you at the same time?

The music was only playing faintly in your ears, enough for you to hear a knock at the door. Multiple friends had gave you advice on not having your volume up too loud, ranting about how you wouldn’t be able to hear shit as you grew up.

You weren’t exactly one for caring, but whatever..

Removing the headphones, you quickly turned the song off, wondering why the hell someone was at your house at 11:30pm on a Saturday night.

Plus, you were home alone. So that really didn’t make the eerie feeling any better.

You opened the front door to see Randy shivering under your porch, soaked to the bone. His nose was bright red and his eyes looked rather watery.

“Jesus, Randy! Why aren’t you at home? It’s pissing down outside!” You scolded, ushering him into your house.

“Sorry,” He sniffled, following behind. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You laughed. “Me? Being asleep by this time? Please. I’m an insomniac for god’s sake.”

“Right..”

You cocked your head to the side, squinting your eyes slightly. Something was off about him. Very off..

“Are you sick?” You asked.

“No.”

Somehow, Randy just wasn’t Randy tonight. He wasn’t as loud as usual. Not even that, you were still surprised he was here stood in front of you. Randy would never turn up to your house unexpected and uninvited. The thought of disrupting other people’s privacy made him awkwardly uncomfortable. Especially at this time of night.

“Cmon up to my room, it’s cosier in there.” You motioned for him to follow you upstairs. Yes, your snack and headphones were both being abandoned back in the kitchen, but curiosity was getting to the best of you on behalf of why Randy had showed up like this.

When the two of you finally reached your room, you took his drenched coat from him, hanging it up nearby.

“So, what’s up?” You said, flopping down onto your back. Randy just quietly sat down on the foot of your bed.

He just sort of shrugged his shoulders, anxiously not really knowing what to say.

Now you definitely knew something was up. It was one thing if he was slightly awkward, but Randy Meeks giving someone the silent treatment? Nah, shit was getting weird.

You watched as he fiddled around with his rings, his hands beginning to shake.

“Randy?”

He finally looked up at you, ready to break at any moment. Tears began to spill out of his crystal blue eyes. Your heart sank when you saw his little lip quiver. It was obvious the poor love was desperately trying to keep everything in, but it was no use.

“Oh, Randy.” You whispered, sitting up and pulling the distraught, younger boy into a deep hug.

His sobs were muffled as he cried into your shoulder, just hearing them made you want to burst into tears yourself. Randy was never one to cry, ever.

He was willing to listen to other people when it came to them being upset, but no one had ever wanted to give him the same sort of action back.

Your friend group always saw him as some geeky idiot, following you guys around during all this years for whatever reason. Though, you would never bring yourself to agree.

Randy was only a regular teen, trying to enjoy himself most times. Whether it be making his best attempt to get people to laugh, or blabbing on about all movie genres he loved, you liked having his presence nearby you.

No matter the joke, he sure as hell always managed to get a giggle out of you. You’d remember that.

Pulling away from you, Randy wiped at his eyes furiously. “God, fuck.. i’m so sorry Y/n. You shouldn’t have to put up with this shit. I better go-”

“Randy Meeks don’t you dare apologise for being a human in front of me, boy!”

He chuckled slightly, still rubbing away at his now tired eyes. You offered him a tissue from the box nearby, motioning for the flustered male to take some.

He took a couple and thanked you, dabbing them around his nose. Now was your chance to get to the bottom of why he was in this current state.

“Okay stinker, spill. What’s wrong with ya?” You blurted out in a goofy tone regularly used by your other friend, Stu, rather than yourself. It didn’t matter. If it was willing to make Randy happy again, you’d do it.

On cue, Randy let a small laugh escape his lips. “If I do tell you, you won’t say anything to them, right?”

By them, you knew he was referring to Billy, Stu and Tatum. Sidney would never judge, but you and Randy both knew better than to trust the others with keeping their mouths shut about drama. Especially when it involved tears.

“Course I won’t.” You smiled softly at him, placing your hand on top of his larger, yet shakier one.

Randy sighed, scratching his chin. “You uh- you know Leslie from Science class?”

You bit your lip as you already knew what was coming. “Yeah, your… um- girlfriend?”

“I guess that term didn’t age well..”

‘Man, this kid would be in a grave before anyone would allow him to settle down and be happy..’ You said to yourself, internally. You’d always pitied him. He never seemed to get a break.

“Eh, her loss. In two years time she’ll be flashing her shit all over town. You deserve better, Randy. Much better.”

He perked up a little at your words. “You mean that?”

You giggled. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re a good kid. Plus, I think Sid might have her eye on you.”

Randy raised both his eyebrows with surprise. Billy and Sidney were over one another and had broken up quite a while ago. The only couple still surviving in the gang was Tatum and Stu. But even at that, it was only really constant playfulness and flirting. Nothing the rest of you were sad that you had to miss out on.

“Hell, i’d never even thought of that.” He smirked.

“See!” You beamed. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea for you horror nerds.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted at your snarky joke, but he’d always feel comfortable knowing that when you added in little comments like that, they would always be nothing but a JOKE. Nothing more, nothing less.

You took a brief look at your watch. “Oft, it just hit midnight.”

“Shit!” He cried. “I gotta get back! I only told my Mom and Martha that i’d be home within an hour.”

“Relax, i’m home alone for the weekend, just crash here. We’ll order food from wherever the hell is open right now. You can call your mom from the house phone and explain. Perhaps we can have a late movie night?” You offered.

“I’d like that.” Randy smiled.

#scream #randy meeks x reader #angst to comfort <3 #randy meeks #jamie kennedy #randy meeks x gn reader #scream 1996 #randy meeks fics !!#scream x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #ghastlyfilters #platonic friendships #platonic #angst #comfort

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cafecxonmilk · 1 year

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hey if you're still taking reqs can you draw rosegold getting a brain freeze when they eat icecream for the first time?

also if you want any other ideas I have a whole list and too little energy so I can give it to ya 😭

In my head it looked funnier but,

I hope you like it anyway. Thanks for the rq! I would also like to read more Rosegold ideas in the future ^^💜💛

#the owl house #amity blight #the owl house fanart #toh hunter #Hunter Noceda #rosegold #platonic friendships #my artwork #I love those idiots #how they think they are the smartest but they are a couple of losers

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kvthgok · 10 months

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Don't Forget It | Miguel O'Hara x Young Teen Reader (Platonic)

Warnings- mention of semi toxic parents

Summary- You rant to Miguel about all your family problems since things are tough right now in your household due to your parents getting a divorce.

Side note- surprise surprise its not proofread 🌝 hehe....

I was having a tough time these past months. My parents were getting a divorce. All night I would hear them arguing. I had told Miguel whats been happening . Well more like rambling all my family problems to him. He was a great listener even if it seemed like he wasn’t listening. He was, he cared.

“You know if your parents keep giving you a hard time you can crash at the HQ.” He said glancing at me

I nodded while eating a some food I got from the cafeteria. Crumbs falling out my mouth while talking,” Mhm I know, don’t worry— but I just don’t know why they would wanna get a divorce Miguel? My parents were sooooo IN LOVE with each other ” I rambled

He continued to work looking at the cameras making sure there was no anomaly’s.

Miguel spoke still looking at the cameras, “Sometimes people change, it happens a lot. You really shouldn’t be worried.”

“Your parents will figure it out. For now, what you should be thinking about is school finals. Don’t want you failing those.”

“Yeah yeah but-“

“Y/n, focus on your finals instead. You have some of the toughest finals that the school has to offer. Just worry about those. Okay?” He stopped and looked at her.

“How could I do that when my parents are arguing all the fucking time?” I mumbled rolling my eyes.

Miguel looked at her. “Y/n,” the words were sharp and clear like a warning.He never liked when I cussed.

“Your parents have their reasons, but you, I believe, should use that anger to push harder. And pass those damn finals.”

“Yeah yeah I will it’s whatever.”

“Whatever, Y/n.” He let out a silent sigh and returned to what he was doing before It was silent for a little bit.

Suddenly I spoke out, “They’ve gotten worse you know..” I said in a sad tone. Referring “They’ve” to my parents.

Miguel stopped typing, he knew what she meant. He didn’t want to ask though. But he knew he should say at least something in response.

He cleared his throat then spoke, “Have they?” Miguel knew the situation was bad just not how bad it was.

I nodded looking at the floor.

“Tell me, how bad is it?” Miguel asked with a soft voice. He looked like he really wanted to know.

“They’re starting to throw shit at each other” I raised my eyebrows

Miguel stayed silent for some time before saying, “Jesus, Y/n.” His words came with disbelief and disappointment. Miguel couldn’t believe this was what her parents were doing now. He's actually met my parents before but they seemed like they were in a good relationship.

“At this point I might as well live in the HQ” I chuckled attempting to joke around the situation.

Miguel had noticed that whenever Y/n was uncomfortable, she would try jokes and sarcasm. It was like she didn’t want to come off as weak. Miguel sighed, “Can you do me a favor and not use jokes and sarcasm when you talk to me about something personal? I get that it helps sometimes. But I really want you to open up to me whenever .” Miguel spoke in a calm and soft voice.

"But hey if you do need to stay here we always have some extra beds, and a large couch.” He added

I stayed quiet.

“Not every problem should be joked around.” Miguel paused for a moment and continued to speak.He didn’t want to make it a lesson, but he wanted Y/n to understand what he was trying to say. “Y/n, I know you have it tough at home.” He spoke in a way that sounded more like he was comforting me.

“It’s just—“ I stumbled over my own words not finishing what I was going to say. Instead I put my hand over my face dragging them down.

Miguel watched her silently as you dragged your hands down your face. Miguel had a feeling that I was going to cry, but he didn’t want to be the one to mention it. He continued to just watch me.

He stayed silent, waiting for me to continue or start crying. He really hoped it wasn’t the second option.

I took a deep sigh,” I just hate it there…I wish they’d go back to how they were before-“

“Y/n. Listen to me.” Miguel’s voice stayed calm and firm. “You can’t control your parent’s relationship.” He kept looking at me. He still wanted me to listen to what else he had to say.

Miguel stayed silent for a moment then spoke again. “However, you can control your emotions."

"Your parents can’t control your emotions. You can.” Miguel looked at Y/n, now wanting her to see what he was saying.

"You can try to control how this is affecting you.” Miguel said, still keeping his voice calm but stern.He waited until Y/n was paying full attention, he wanted her to understand his message here. Miguel sighed, Y/n seemed to not understand what he was trying to say.

“Look, sometimes things, things that are out of your control, happen in your life.” Miguel kept his voice soft. “That doesn’t mean you always need to be sad.”

Miguel watched her slowly turn to look at him. He still had a calming tone.

“I want you to do one thing, okay?” Miguel continued to speak. “I want you to find something that makes you happy.” Miguel paused for moment before speaking again. “The next time your parents fight, try to do this thing that makes you happy, and focus on it. Don’t pay any attention to what your parents say.”

“Alright” I said in a soft tone almost sounding like a whisper

“I know it’s hard to ignore your parents and their fighting. But if you try to ignore it, by doing something you enjoy. Time will fly and you won’t even remember why they started to fight in the first place.”

I small smile curved up,“mhm”

Miguel smiled back at her, happy that she was finally taking his advice. “And Y/n , if things get much worse at your house, just remember you can crash here for a while.” He paused once again. I nodded

“And if you ever want to talk some more, just look for me. I’m always willing to listen.” Miguel paused for a moment. “Okay? I need you to say it though…” Miguel looked at her, it was important to Miguel that you got the message.

“Mhm I understand Miggy”

Miguel smiled. The nickname “Miggy” really caught him off guard, you hadn’t called him that in a while “Good.” Miguel spoke again. His tone shifted into a more serious and concerned one. “Just Don’t forget it, alright?” Miguel looked at Y/n.

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