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stitchedspider · 1 day

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daily spot 218

#fanart #atsv #spiderman: across the spiderverse #the spot #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #bagelbites #?#kinda

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lordkryze · 2 days

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As an Asian

this is the most relatable thing I've ever heard from a 2D character

#pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #atsv fanart #atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #hobbie brown #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman atsv #gwen stacy #miles morales

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nightowl374art · 1 day

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Caption this:

#spider man: across the spider verse #gwiles #miles x gwen #ghostflower #miles morales #gwen stacy #gif

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crackdpumpkn · 3 days

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drawn due to some headcanons from tiktok that Hobie may have had toxic friends at school and most likely was bullied 😕

#hobie brown #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #digital art #spiderverse

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euphoriaasthings · 2 days

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"wait until you like me again..."

Hey guys! I've been pretty much a silent reader on here since forever but I decided to write this lmao. It's also my first time putting any of my writing out there so pls be niceshjsbh🥹

Loosely based off of that one lyric from Ariana Grande's "we can't be friends."

"You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again..."

Warnings: None, just some angst.

Word count: 1.0k

Miguel lay sprawled on your couch, bored to death as he stared up at the ceiling, a half-eaten donut in one hand, a bottle of Jarritos sitting on the floor close to his outstretched arm. You weren’t too far away, seated at your dining table that was just fit enough for two. You had a deadline to meet. One of your professors had assigned you a project for class, and albeit small, you were working on a time crunch since you decided to procrastinate.

A loud sigh from the couch caused your eyes to snap upwards. You see Miguel sitting up, looking at you. “Are you done yet?” he asks almost agitatedly.

“I’m almost done, I just need about three hundred words left,” you said before taking a sip of your iced coffee. “Three hundred?” he groaned before sinking back into the couch with a deflated look.

“I told you I was busy but you decided to come over anyway,” you chuckled. Miguel couldn’t help but concede to that. It was true that he wanted to hang out at your place even though he knew you were busy. He said that he didn’t mind which, in honesty, he really didn’t. He liked being in your presence. There was something about your aura that was comforting and addicting in a way. Even when the two of you would sit in silence, it was that kind of comfortable silence that he loved. Maybe that was one of the reasons why the two of you had been friends for so long.

You’d both met in your freshman year of high school, had graduated together, and were now living on campus at university. You had always been there for each other throughout the highs and the lows. You had been there for every messy breakup he’d had, and for every mental breakdown you went through after a failed exam, he was there for you.

It hurt high school you to see him sad each time a situationship or relationship failed. You cared about him a lot. So much to the point that you had caught feelings for the guy. It frustrated you too, seeing him with another girl, knowing that he’d never look at you like that, or that you were probably not even his type.

It wasn’t until the early part of your senior year of high school that you confessed to him. He didn’t feel the same way and it broke your heart. Despite him letting you down gently, it was a heartbreaking and equally as embarrassing experience and it took you a while to heal. But the two of you stayed friends which you were grateful for.

Now, you had moved on and the two of you were in the middle of college, pursuing your individual majors.

You continued to slave away at your laptop, totally oblivious to the way Miguel was staring at you. You looked breathtaking. The way your hair cascaded past your shoulders, tired eyes behind those blue-light lenses that were now sliding down your nose, the way you chewed on your lip as you focused on the screen typing away, the ambient lighting of your dorm casting a warm glow on your features making your skin look absolutely radiant.

He would never admit it out loud but lately, he was beginning to see you differently. He’d been thinking about all the times you had been there for him, seeing how each vulnerable moment tore him down yet you never judged him for it. He recalled how he had broke down one time in front of you, completely heartbroken over the fact his first girlfriend had cheated on him. You held him as he cried his guts out. Or when his parents got a divorce and he refused to leave his room for days. You never shied away from him when he showed emotion. You were his rock, support system, and the fact that he hadn’t realized what he was looking for was right in front of him the whole time was absolutely mind-boggling.

He wanted to kick himself in the shins for being so stupid for rejecting you (his past self really set him up for failure smh). Looking back at that moment made his heart ache with guilt and regret. The way your face fell, eyes glossy with hurt and embarrassment. If you had confessed to him now, he would have swept you in his arms in a heartbeat, pressing his lips against yours before saying how he was just as much in love with you as you were with him. But that was years ago and you’d moved on.

His heart broke a little each time you mentioned a guy, or talked about a date that you’d been on. Each time you complained, saying how they were such boring, douchey guys, the urge to tell you that he would treat you so much better would threaten to slip out his mouth, but he held his tongue.

He wanted you to be the one he’d wake up next to, to make coffee and pancakes for, to stay in on rainy days cuddled up on the couch, watching sappy rom-coms with. He craved that domesticity but the only woman he could ever picture it with was you. But he had no right to swoop in and take you as his. Not after he broke your heart back then.

He sees your eyes snap up once again, locking eyes. You immediately took note of the way he seemed to be staring, getting lost in thought. “You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Miguel replied, slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught gawking at you. “Alright, I’m done,” you announced as you stretched your arms out, letting out a big sigh. “You wanna get something to eat?” you asked him. “Food sounds good right about now,” he replied as he watched you saunter over, plopping down next to him so comfortably before grabbing the remote. He felt a type of warmth blossom from his chest, a sliver of that domesticity radiating from how close you were to him.

He gazed at you again, his eyes wandering from yours to your lips. Oh, how badly he wanted to press his lips against yours, to pepper your pretty face with sweet, small kisses, and to say how much he loved you. But he couldn’t. So he sat there as you picked up the remote, letting you pick which show you wanted to watch, waiting for the day you’d like him again.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel x y/n #spider man: across the spider verse

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queermentaldisaster · 1 day

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