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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 3 months

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:33 jealous pavitr x reader bc the reader just bought merch of him in his spider form and its an adorable little plushy and he gets mad bc they keep kissing and cuddling it instead of him the entire day/night

I'm (Not) A Jealous Guy

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Pairing: Pavitr prabhakar x Gender neutral!reader Tags: Jealousy Summary: Pavitr is totally NOT jealous of a Spider-Man plushie. Not at all. Never. (..or is he?👀) Jealousy prompts credit : @creativepromptsforwriting

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“Pavitr!”, you yell, hugging your wall of muscle from behind. He smiles, pecking your cheek.

You were out shopping with Pavitr Prabhakar, your boyfriend and your superhero. He evidently hates shopping, with what having to stand for hours at a clothing store, but savours evey moment with you. The increasing crime rate in Mumbattan has him on his heels all night, and with having to study for finals it’s a tad too much of a stressor- which is why he never turns down an opportunity to let you pamper him.

Plus, it’s a great excuse to be cozy. To constantly hold your hand, kissing it intermittently, throw an arm around your waist and hug you close to feel your comforting warmth and, of course, admire you in your little moments -the kink in your brow when you think too hard, the amazed eyes when you find the exact thing you were searching for…

Is it even possible to fall for the same person so many times? Again and again and again?

“Look what I found!”

Your cheerful voice snaps him out of his reverie and he looks down at the toy in your hand. Oh, wait- it’s a merch: a plushie. Not just any plushie, it’s a plushie of him.. as Spider-Man.

Pushing his coveted raven curls aside for closer judgement, his eyes narrow in scrutiny. Huh. No one told him they made these. (Aren’t they supposed to get, like, a copyright or something from him..? )

“You don’t like it, Pav?”, You ask, seeing his slightly frowned lips and narrowed brows.

The plushie had a big head and comically smaller body, stuffed to make him look more like a teddy than a crime-fighter. The mask was a lot less detailed -admissible, but –good God, are those webs under his armpits?! Well, at least they got his hair right. Just the perfect amount of curls, nothing less or more.

“No, I’m just.. surprised”, he said, finally. “He’s okay.. But, Y/n, do I really have a big head?”

You giggle, giving his shoulder a playful punch as you hug the toy close to your chest. “Of course not, babe. It’s just a plushie, it’s made to look comfy. And sooooo cute!”

“Hey!”, he pouts, “You said I was the cutest! And he doesn’t even have dimples like me”

Pavitr aggressively points to his dimples to make a point but you take the opportunity to poke and pinch his cheeks. He tries to slap your hand away, giggling.

“Gods, I have made a terrible mistake”, you say dramatically, failing to hide your laughter. “You’re right! Nothing matches your cuteness, Oh, Prince of Dimples!”

“Y-Y/n..”, Pavitr stutters, going instantly pink in the cheeks, bashful. He’s always been shy about his dimples. You’re the only person allowed to touch them, apart from Maya aunty, which you take full advantage of.

You giggle clutching the plushie closer and pull him towards the next aisle, not noticing his eyes comically narrow at his cotton counterpart. As if he vows rivalry with it.

‘This isn’t over, fiend.’

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The plushie is evil. That’s the only reasonable explanation Pavitr could think of. A minion sent by some evil overlord to take your love away from him. Yes, that must be it!

What else makes sense? You’ve been spending more time with the cotton-head than with the real him, cuddling it all the damn time and taking it with you everywhere. You no longer hug him, preferring the stuffed imposter instead.

His nostrils flare comically as you snuggle the plushie closer to your chest, kissing it. Oh, the audacity! It has even commandeered Maya aunty’s attention, making her call it cute and adorable!

Pavitr must put an end to this before the evil plushie minion harms either of you.

“Why do you insist on flaunting him in my face?”

Maya auntie had invited you both over for tea and you were watching TV when Pavitr asks this out of the blue.

In his defense, he’s had enough of his stupid fabric-faced doppelganger taking you away from him.

The cookie is stopped halfway to your mouth as you turn to him, brows raised in confusion. “Who?”

Pavitr makes a stressed noise, jerking his hand towards the plushie seated cozily in your lap. As if it owns you.

“I just don’t understand what you see in him.”

Amusement colours your features as realization dawns. “Pav, babe”, You begin as normally toned as possible, trying so hard not to giggle in his face. “He’s a plushie.”

“Exactly! Why would you need him when I’m right here?”

With a smirk he stands up on the coffee table and stretches his arms out in the classic Shah Rukh Khan pose.

You can no longer control and burst out laughing, clutching your tummy as you fall sideways onto the couch, much to Pavitr’s confusion.

“Oh my God, you’re so jealous! This is great to watch! Maya aunty, come, you have GOT to see this!”

He jumps down, mouth fallen open and cheeks gone pink as he stutters out a denial. “W-what? You’re crazy! Jealous? Me? Pff. Never.”

The face he makes as he tries to save face is even more funny. Maya aunty passes by, tapping her nephew’s shoulder. “Oh beta, jealousy can wreck a relationship.”

Pavitr scoffs, putting his hands on his hips for emphasis. Oh yes, he definitely isn’t jealous of a toy.

“M-maya aunty, I’m not jealous, I’m being absolutely reasonable. What would I even be jealous about? Pfft! Why would I ever be jealous of a.. a plushie? That's ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous. I am sooo not jealous, Y/n”

But even Maya aunty can control for only so long. She cups her mouth to hide her giggles, holding onto the arm of the couch for support as she sits down.

Pavitr huffs, watching the two important people in his life laugh like crazy at him. He just squints his eyes at you both and turns away, pouting.

“Oh, Pavu…”, You go up to him and hug him from behind, finally managing to get your reigns. Turning him around, you cup his face and press your foreheads together. A shy smiles blooms in his face as your noses touch.

“The plushie is no match for you, meri jaan, you’ll always be my hero; my Spider-Man. Nothing can replace you.”

He laughs, pulling you Into an embrace, blushing and giggling as you kiss his dimples.

“Plus”, you say, pinching his dimples as you feel them go hot under your touch, “You’re so adorable when you’re jealous.”

“I…- I’m not- oh, C’mon guys!”

Maya aunty joins your laughter when Pavitr pushes you away, playfully rolling his eyes as he escapes your pinching fingers.

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A/N: look who's alive !1!!! Sorry for going mia all of a sudden! Hope you enjoyed the fic tho <3333333 lots of love - plhh

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eith0r · 11 months

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general x reader headcanons for the different spidermans

Hobie brown:

-he gives you handmade gifts all the time because store bought is shitty

-he let's you try on his mask

-"looking cool dude!" he says this everytime you try on his stuff

-try's to act like he doesn't have that many feelings because he does'nt believe in them, but you can see the love he has for you

-will definitely bring you on missions no matter what you are

Miguel O'Hara:

-he try's to teach you some Spanish if you don't already speak it

-he can sometimes forget to take a break from saving all the multiverse's so you will have to remind him

-may look like he wouldn't care but in reality he really loves you and he doesn't have any problem in showing it

-his love language is acts of service

-he only really shows his love in private because he's not comfortable to do it in public

Miles morales:

-he likes to see you in his clothes

-he's touch starved

-will drag you to do graffiti's with him

-you guys Sind together alot

-at first he's nervous to introduce you to his parents but after some convincing he introduced you to them

-"hey bbg"

Peter B parker:

-he's a show of

-he acts like a child around you but then later gives miles a lesson on how to behave

-he actually takes care of himself after you two started dating

-learns some pick-up lines from miles

-dad jokes

-randomly walks up behind you and hugs you

Pavitr prabakhar:

-he loves to drink chai with you

-he will also pick you flowers but he does it because he wants it match you

-he likes if you play with his hair

-he has a lot of energy and is always happy around you

-he flirts with you or at least try's to

-"youre the most beautiful person I have ever seen"

-he's always holding your hand and he shows you to all of his friends

#Spider punk x gn reader #Hobie brown x gn reader #Miguel O'Hara x gn reader #Miguel x gn reader #Miles morales x gn reader #Miles x gn reader #Pavitr prabakhar x gn reader #Pavitr x gn reader #Peter b parker x gn reader #Peter Parker x gn reader #Spiderman x gn reader #Headcanons

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ghxstmxchine · 10 months

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ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛꜱ

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ is always absentmindedly playing with it, twirling the loose ends around his finger and shifting it from one wrist to the other throughout the day. He’s stressed, being spiderman isn’t easy, but there’s a comfort that comes with the bracelet. He always smiles when he glances down at the beads spelling out your initials, knowing that once this whole stressful day is over he can finally unwind with you later. It’s a constant reminder to keep pushing.

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ keeps it tied around his wrist tight, lost amongst his many silver bracelets and studded cuffs but the pop of color from the carefully chosen threads stands out. It clashes with the rest of his punk persona but he’s always one to favor handmade gifts, sticking it to capitalism or something. But it’s also the fact it came from you that he can’t help but love it, even at the end of the day when he’s shed the studded jewelry and heavy leather jacket, the bracelet stays on.

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ treats it like it’s made from solid gold, something to be cherished and worn until the threads have come undone. It’s almost impossible to catch him without the bracelet on, only taking it off when deemed unsafe to wear it. He couldn’t stop talking about it the minute you’d given him the bracelet, quick to interject conversations with other spiders just so he can show off your work with pride. He’s beaming brighter than the sun, there’s something so sweet in how much he adores everything that reminds him of you.

ɢᴡᴇɴ was more nervous than excited at first, the last thing she wanted to do was break something you put the time and effort into making her. She at first hides it in her drum kit where she keeps all other things she loves, too scared to accidentally ruin it. But you reassure her it’s okay, it’s just a simple threaded bracelet. Just cherish it while she has it, she always has you to make another. She wears it more often now, sometimes coming to you under the guise of having you “fix” it but she just wants to see you.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ rolls his eyes when you offer him it, but still begrudgingly holds out his arm so you can tie it onto his wrist. He tells you the minute it gets in the way he’ll take it off, but it’s been tied firmly around his wrist for months with no intention of budging. He may act like it’s just a simple bracelet but you’ve seen how his eyes soften whenever he’s toying with it, a gentle smile wavering across his face as he straightens out the letter beads and makes sure no threads are loose.

ɴᴏɪʀ helps you make it, he’s unsure of what colors he’s picking out but likes the ones that are so different in their shades. He trusts you to make him something beautiful, watching intently as you carefully make the bracelet for him. For him, you focus on design rather than color, the knots pulling together into a pretty daisy chain made from the threads. He’s not sure on whether or not the colors were a good choice, but he’s in love with the sweet little design you made him.

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hobvitr · 11 months

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pavitr prabhakar x reader

gn! reader.

genre/warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, stabilized relationship, reader has anxiety, mention of wounds, blood, just a lil blurb

sinopses: you discover you boyfriend is spiderman, but just because he has nowhere to go to treat his wounds.

what else to do on a tuesday night instead of sketch some stuff and finish your homework, right? your boyfriend occupied for god knows how long due to his "grown up" responsibilities who you wouldn't even question too much, knowing he as well might have his privacy and you trust him blindly.

you draw stern lines with your pencil above the paper, headphones on and you hum along some of your favorite songs. a light thud catches your attention, looking up from the paper to look at your right... nothing. then your left..

"what the- WHAT THE FUCK?" your voice comes out first at a normal volume, then coming more like a whisper-yell as you look at pavitr entering your room through your window. but the problem is, you live in a building at the sixth floor, and he's using a spiderman suit.

"hey babe" he starts with a slight smile, holding his mask in one hand and the other pressing firmly at his side, blood coming out of the wound. "I'm sorry to bother you-"

"pav you're bleeding, what happened?!" you frown, worried sick as you come closer to him to help him hold the wound, not even processing he's literally Spiderman. you scold him to sit on your bed, a hiss coming out of his lips. "wait here, I'm getting a aid kit"

you don't even wait for his response, running to the bathroom and getting everything that you needed. as you got back into your room, you could hear your heartbeat fastening with worry, breath hitching and fingers trembling holding the gauze as you kneel in front of him.

pavitr could read your body language and even sense the unhealthy amount of anxiety you were experiencing right now. "hey- hey, look at me" he placed his unbloodied hand on your cheek, making you look at his face. "it's okay, i'm okay... it'll be fine" his voice coming out soothing and making you stead your breath. "thank you for helping me, hot stuff" the nickname made you let out a brief laugh, being able to concentrate on doing the best bandage you could.

the second you were done with the bandage, you clean the other small cuts he had on his face and arms. you let out a sigh once you're done with the cleaning, looking at his eyes now. "I can't believe you addressed being spiderman as 'grown up responsibilities', really" you said casually, not yet being able to assimilate who your boyfriend was.

"it was the best i could come up with" he said with a chuckle, patting his side at the bed so you could sit up with him instead of kneeling on the ground. "you do sound a bit unimpressed" he leans back a little, his hands back on the bed for support.

"sorry, didn't have the time to freak out about you being a hero, was kinda busy with you dying from bleeding out" you said in a teasing manner, now analysing him in his suit. "that explains so much, actually... that's why i always found spiderman so attractive" you kept teasing him, now with a grin.

"so you have a crush on spiderman and didn't tell me?!" pav said faking offense laying his hand on his chest after a laugh burst out of him, arms coming to hold both your sides in a warm hug. you hug him back, careful with his wounds. "you know i'm gonna worry about you like, three times more, right?" you say, head buried on his neck, taking in his fresh scent.

"i know, but now i'll be three times more careful to come back unharmed to you" you could feel him smiling against your head. he leaned slightly back, making you look at his eyes, which was looking directly at your lips. you let out a small chuckle and kissed him slowly and softly, making him smile in the process.

as you remember you actually need to breathe, you reluctantly pull off, making pav whine jokingly. "nooo, i need more kisses from my sunshine to get better faster" you giggle, mumbling a 'good point' against his lips and taking his request, cuddling with him for the rest of the night.

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman india #gn!reader #fem!reader

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chaoticyumelikes · 10 months

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Miguel walks into the room smiling pleasantly while Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr and especially Miles watch on in awe.

Gwen: I never saw him really smile.

Pavitr: Are his eyebags somehow.... Less prominent on his face?

Hobie: You reckon he offed someone?

Miles: Or he's about to finally kill me-- OMG he is looking at me!!!

Miguel: Hey Miles! I'm sorry for the way I acted. Don't worry we'll fix the problems you made.

Miles flinches as Miguel ruffles his hair and walks away.

Hobie: Alright... * Hobie removes you from your hiding place while you yelp like a scared critter * What did you do?

You: I.... Maaaay.... Have... Hit him with a tranquilizer strong enough to down a rhino.

You give a nervous smile while everyone looks at you dumbstruck.

Pavitr laughing: You are so dead when he finds out.

Gwen placing a somber hand on your shoulder: Way to take one for the team.

Miles solemnly: You shall be missed.

Hobie grinning: I knew you had it in ya.

You pratically crying: You're all welcome I just wanted him to rest for a while... He is going to kill me isn't he?!

Peter B having overheard everything: IF! He finds out.

You in fetal position: This place has cameras everywhere he WILL find out.

Peter B: Oh.... Right.... Nice knowing you.

Lyla: Girl! Don't worry I gotcha! I erased all footage of that. As far as the big man spider knows, he just fainted from exhaustion!!!

You crying tears of happiness: Thank you Lylaaaaaa! You are aweso- wait a minute?! Couldn't you have told me that sooner?!!!! I've been hiding for HOURS!!!!

Lyla laughing: I know it was hilarious. Hope that thought you a lesson tho. Byeeeee~~~~

At that you pout and Lyla records it, after all your pout is very similar to her boss', she plans showing it to ya as a collage at your wedding after giving the whole "they are so similar it is a wonder you didn't get together sooner" speech.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #gn!reader #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #peter b parker #Miguel just needs a big ass nap #and therapy #all of them need therapy #lyla across the spiderverse #Lyla

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m-n-m-s · 9 months

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Hello can you do Spider verse characters (separately) x Mute reader? please and thankyou!

ofc 🫶🏻

Spider-Squad x Mute! Reader

Includes: Miles (e1610), Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr

miles: red

gwen: pink

pavitr: orange

hobie: blue

you: green

all signs will be italicized!!

Miles Morales:

i feel like he would already know a little sign language like insomniac miles from a school course he picked up

not enough to be fluent but he knows a decent amount

but when he meets you?

when i tell you he is scrambling.

his hands are shaky when he signs to you, he forgets signs-

you get the idea

so he does the only reasonable thing: spending his free time practicing and learning more signs

he wanted to impress you a lil :( <3

definitely had to practice his signs right before he went to find you

Miles smiled sheepishly after he nearly ran into you. His hand was shaky (but he wasn't going to admit that) as he waved to you. "hey."

You smiled at him. "hi."

"what's your name?"

You fingerspelled your name for him, slowly. You gave him your sign name as well, watching as he tried to hide the way his face lit up (it didn't work). You felt your smile grow slightly.

"i'm miles."

after that initial meeting, you two would run into each other more often

sometimes stopping for a conversation when you weren't busy

you would hold back a grin whenever miles forgot a sign, eventually supplying it for him

he liked signing with you :)

the way you would always smile at him while he switched from talking to signing made his heart flutter <3

if you guys were busy, you'd flash him a little smile that made him damn near melt into a puddle

he gradually got better at sign language, thanks to you <3

definitely takes advantage of his knowledge to talk to you when he shouldn't be

You watched as Miles made a subtle face at the man talking. He discreetly turned to you. "do you think i can leave without him seeing me?" he signed, trying to keep it subtle.

You held back a smile and shook your head. "not with your stealth," you signed, a teasing look on your face. He made a mock-offended face and you hid your smile from the man talking with your hand.

"rude!"

Gwen Stacy:

when she met you originally, she didn't know any sign language

but over time, she grew curious

she wanted to get to know you!!

so naturally, she waited until you two were in the same room and weren't supposed to be talking to each other

and she "discreetly" slipped you a little note

written in her charmingly rushed handwriting that made you smile <3

hey, how's your day going?

You smiled at the little doodle of a spider she had made after her sentence. You wrote a quick reply back, drawing a tiny heart at the end.

good, you?

The paper was slid back, and you watched as she smiled, her heart stuttering at the drawing.

you two became friends after that

she would randomly show up unannounced and just talk

you would smile and write your thoughts on a page and slide it to her

this was routine for a while

but little did you know, she was learning sign language in her free time

she wanted to surprise you <3

so after a few weeks of knowing each other (and gwen practicing in a mirror), she finally walked up to you again, asking you the same question she always did

"hey, how is your day going?"

You stood in shock for a moment before a grin stretches across your face. "you know sign language?"

Gwen nodded, her expression a little embarrassed. "i wanted to learn it, for you," she signed hesitantly, unaware of the fluttering that had begun in your stomach.

you two got even closer after that

it was easier for gwen to just pass a note back and forth, but she liked seeing how expressive you were when you signed

it made her happy to see you telling her about her day in the way you wanted to

and that made all those hours of learning worth it <3

"are you paying attention?" you signed, raising an eyebrow.

Gwen snapped out of her moment of just quietly watching you. Her hands fiddled with the edge of her sleeve before coming up with a response. "of course i'm paying attention!" she signed defensively, a little smile painted on her face.

Hobie Brown:

definitely slipped you a little note within the first five minutes of seeing you

which was super random, since you had never met him before

you had seen him around, but still

so when he took the seat next to you and slid a little note over to you, you were

confused, to say the least

but he was interesting

and the little smile of his had you drawn in :)

hi, what's your name?

You looked at the paper, then at the man beside you. You quickly wrote back, sliding the paper back toward him with a smile slowly creeping onto your face.

[name], what's yours?

hobie. i like your name, it fits you :)

if that caused a little flutter in your stomach, you weren't going to admit it

after that, you two ran into each other more often

eventually, he asked you if you could teach him sign language

he had been doing some practice on his own time (<3) but he wanted you to help him (<3)

you agreed ofc making his day in the process

he was a fast learner

especially when it came to you :)

Hobie furrowed his brow, piercings glinting in the light, as he watched you sign.

"what is your name?" you signed patiently, waiting for him to either write the answer or sign back. You watched as his face suddenly lit up and he fingerspelled his name back.

"h-o-b-i-e."

You grinned at him, unaware of how the expression made a slight heat rise to his cheeks. He smiled back, ready for the next question.

there was a lot of that ngl

but once this man gets more comfortable signing?

it's fucking over

he's never shy about voicing his opinions, but he likes the smile you try to hide when he signs them to you and only you

someone talking and hobie doesn't like them?

he's signing to you some dumb shit about the situation

wants to talk to you when he isn't supposed to?

he's nudging your shoulder with his elbow and starting a conversation, not really caring that it's obvious

"what do you think would happen if i just walked out of the door right now?" Hobie signed, sighing a long-suffering sigh.

"either nothing or something," you signed back, biting back a smile as he huffed, a little smirk curving his lips.

"helpful."

Pavitr Prabhakar:

you spotted him from across the room one day

and his energy was...infectious

he intrigued you in a good way

so you found yourself smiling when you sat next to him and slid a little slip of paper to him

hi, what's your name? i'm [name].

The boy beside you smiled at the paper and quickly wrote something back in his strangely neat handwriting. You watched as he slid it back to you, a smile playing on his lips.

i'm pavitr! :)

after that little moment, the two of you became friends

you liked his energy, his personality, his smile-

you get the idea

whenever you two hung out, you would always leave with a smile on your face :)

during one of these hangouts, you opened to door to find pavitr on the other side as usual

he grinned an adorable mischievous little grin as he walked in

the two of you sat on the floor like always

he was talking about something funny that happened while he was feeding the stray dogs

when he suddenly turned to you and started signing

"what did you think of the movie we watched last week?"

You sat there for a moment, a little grin appearing on your face. "it was good, but you know sign language?" you signed back, tilting your head slightly. Pavitr's heart fluttered, unknown to you.

yeah, turns out he was learning it in secret to surprise you (<3)

he was so proud of himself for picking it up so quickly for you :,)

and if the thought of him learning it on his own made you smile and your stomach do a little flip, well

that was no one's business

he already learned a lot, but you wanted to help him too (<3)

he gratefully accepted the help

he wanted to spend more time with you <3

"pavitr? are you even listening?" you signed with a huff, looking at the boy sitting on the couch in front of you. He snapped out of whatever daze he was in with a quick shake of the head.

"yeah, d-u-h," he signed back, nodding a few times with a convincing smile. You playfully narrowed your eyes at him before continuing, unaware of the fact that he wasn't watching what you were signing. He was watching you.

"whatever you say, spider."

sorry for taking so long!!

hope this is alright :)

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yooms-posts · 10 months

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God gave us two hands, two legs, two eyes, and two ears, but just one heart so that we could find the second and today I found my pair in you.

Characters: miles morales (both earth 1610 and 42), gwen stacy, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar

Pairings: all of them x gn reader (separate)

Reader: gn reader

notes: reader is around the age of the charcaters don't be weird, mentions of fights and blood, reader could be seen as a person who speaks Spanish for miles, contains some spoilers for atsv

genre: fluff with a hint of angst 🤏

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Before that look at this edit‼️ ITS SO DKDKOSJSIWB GO SHOW LOVE AND SUPPORT TO THE CREATOR

Miles morales (1610)

he is such a sweetheart fr 🤞

definitely gets nervous and shy when entering a relationship with you

his love language is definitely acts of service, physical touch and giving gifts

is shown in the movies that miles is a very good artist, I'm sure he'll give you a very precious gift made by himself

need help with anything? he's there trying too help, homework is getting difficult for you? he's ready to teach you easier methods

holding your hand to keep you close? you got it babe

i feel like he likes to kiss your forehead as a sign of affection

in moments of vulnerability, he would place his forehead against yours

meeting his parents of course, family means a lot too him

his mom and dad may be wary of you (sorry), but they start too loosen up when you interact with them more

they could tell that you were the right one for miles, and they couldn't be any happier

that was wayyyy before you knew he was spiderman

why? because he thought it may make you view him differently

after all he couldn't keep it from you, you were one of the important people in his life (and he was running out of excuses why sometimes he has to leave earlier on dates)

it was definitely some sort of a shock! being spidermans s/o? crazyyy

have i mention dates when the both of you sit at very high buildings? dont worry he's watching out for you

miles just swinging while you hold him tightly for dear life

helping to patch him up after a fight while scolding him for being reckless sometimes

sometimes he has to comfort you when you realise you could lose him due to his duties

best date views, best atmosphere

the both of you just leaning on each other, wrapped in a blanket watching the sunset? yea thats the life...

both of you making nicknames for each other

he would call you: mi luz (my light), bebé

*if you aren't familiar with spanish, you would definitely pester him and ask him for the meaning

you would call him: lindo (cutie), mi hombre (my man) if your feeling slightly playful, babe

trading clothings is common

his jacket? suddenly your in possession of it, your shoes or clothes that fit him? it's his turn to wear it

lots of photos taken, whether its good or questionable (you accidentally spilled water on him) it will be kept in his phone

Gwen stacy

i remember seeing her and questioning myself fr 🏳️‍🌈

anyways, your very precious to her i dont make the rules

like miles, nervous and shy when entering a relationship but leaning towards nervous

her love language is definitely acts of service and quality time

being spiderwomen definitely brings a challenge to the relationship

thats why quality time is very precious to her, any time your together is makes her happy

it doesn't have to be anyone talking or doing anything, she just want to be with you

acts of service? if you ever mention that you need something, she'll pick it up own her way back

kissing is very rare but when it does happen it always on the knuckles of your hand or on your cheek

inviting you over to her house for dinner, which lead to you meeting her dad, peter and aunt may

of course her dad approves you, he notice how she lits up even more around you

but after the incident where gwen loses peter, she unintentionally shuts everyone out

it causes a riff in your relationship because all you want to do is help but she's pushing you away

it got into an argument between the two of you and she accidentally slipped out that she's the heroine

that was the reason she was pushing you away, scared and afraid you might be next

comfort her, hold her, tell her that you aren't going anywhere, she needs that comfort

the relationship became better and stronger slowly

same thing as miles, you patching her up and muttering she shouldn't be too reckless

dates with her are always exciting, she would be showing you places where only her could acces due to her spider abilities

nicknames are the regular ones between the both of you

you would call her: my girl, babe and wifey (as a joke to tease her)

she would call you: dear, bae

its shown that she leaves her sweater/jackets in other people's room soooo...

yea, leaving her stuff at your room and taking it back a few days later

technically making it yours too, i dont make the rules 🤷‍♀️

Hobie brown

i wish british people are real 😔

i wanna say it would be a 'you fallen first but he fall harder' type of scenario

like it's impossible to not fall in love with him a little

love language? it's got to be words of affirmation and giving gifts

he would be those types who would be able to tell that somethings bothering you

he would reassure you if you ever feel bad about yourself or have bad days, he would be there to boost your confidence

remember how he made his own version of the watch to travel different dimensions?

then get ready for him to present to you self made gifts for you

whether it's like a pin or a accessory, he puts a lot of love and thought into it

he gives me the type to lazily pepper kisses on your face teasingly

but if he needs the comfort or other way round, one of you would cradle the others face and kiss the other

going to shows and pubs for entertainment

definitely invites you to watch his show, if you are there you bet his eyes stays on you

him casually entering your house (with your permission!!) at the most weirdest time

around 2am he's knocking on your window so you could help with with bandaging

the first time that happens is when you didn't know of his secret identity which worried you

fights don't really occur between the two of you since he knows what to say and not to say if things get heated

since gwen sometimes crashes at his dimension, she would have probably meet you

it's like a sibling bond between you and her, you sometime lend her your clothes and she tries to help around in the house

im not sure what his actual age is tho...if you know please tell me, its confusing some said he's around gwens and miles age some said he's 19-20

if he is 19-20, you and him would probably be like the older brother and older sibling to gwen

which later on include miles too (miles heard how kind-hearted you are when talking to gwen)

to be honest, eveytime your with him it feels like a date

he's unpredictable at times, making it exciting to figure out what he plans on the date

nicknames is common between the two of you

his nicknames for you: love, darling and hun (he rarely calls you that, it happens when he is sarcastically teasing you)

your nicknames for him: sweetheart, B (since his name is hoBie yk?) and babe

if your open to different types of clothing style, he would lend you his jacket

the both of you would trade small accessories with different styles to match each other

Pavitr prabhakar

my cutie patotie fr ( not trying to baby him in anyway!! he's just precious in my eyes)

he is so sweet and polite to everyone, so i wouldn't blame you if you fall for him

you know those confession letters? he would probably leave one at your locker

very understanding if you dont feel ready for any PDA at the start of your relationship

physical touch is his main love language followed by words of affirmation

if you are okay with being held, get ready to be held by him

his arms wrapped around your side and arms, he likes to hover near you to hold you

holds your hand almost everywhere and most of the time

he has a way with words definitely, he knows exactly how to make you laugh, how to make you smile or how to jokingly tease you

you mean the world to him, of course he would notice little things about you

definitely giggles when kissing you, whether it's on the cheeks or the tip of your nose

introducing you to his aunt, which she takes a liking to you :)

bringing some food made by his aunt to share with you

you already had suspicion that he was spiderman, you didn't say anything cause he looks so proud when keeping it a secret

eventually it ends up with him spilling it since he gets cuts the next day without proper excuses

which led you to remind him to care himself when doing patrols

proudly showing you off to people, your just amazing to him really

dates with him is very calming and stress-free

like doing each other's face mask or shopping for things together etc

nicknames has got to be cute for you two (or purposely cringy to get the other to not pay for the meal)

his nicknames for you: baby, babe, bae or my s/o

your nicknames for him: pav, my s/o or darling

i feel like he won't mind lending you his clothes, just give him a heads up first

like it could be his tie that you found cute or his pants that fits you nicely

Miles morales (42)

his whole design was just so sick and just so hdisbosjso?!

him and you? yea you wish...that actually came true congratulations ‼️‼️

it takes a long time to be his friend but as a partner? even longer but it's worth it

he just have issues like lots of them, he's got to know if he could depend on you for help

take your time and slowly tear his walls down, show him your trustable and reliable

his language would range from acts of service, words of affirmation and physical touch

physical touch is a 50/50 with him though, you have to reassure him it's fine if he doesn't want to show PDA

acts of service is definitely his strongest love language

for example, if he notice your too tired to do something he would wordlessly do it for you

do the same for him! he would deeply appreciate it

if you ever have bad days, dont worry he would be there telling you interesting stuff to distract you from it

once your relationship is secure and good, he introduce you to his mom and uncle

his mom already had a feeling that he was seeing someone by the way she notice he slightly smile at a text on his phone

when you meet them, his mom would welcome you with open arms

asking you if you have eaten the typical mother things you know?

his uncle though? he intimates you at first, once he notice you were good for miles he let's loose slowly

likes to kiss your hand generally, like the knuckles and palms

if he feels a little more bold, he likes to tease you by kissing the corners of your lips and ghosting above your lips before pretending nothing happened

that prowler business? you were bound to find out sooner or later

he trust you a lot, he asks you too sit down with him to properly explain why sometime he doesn't show up to dates early

that would be a massive relief for you, you were getting worried that he's starting to loose interest

which you have to mess up big time for his trust and loyalty for you to dissappear (don't)

dates would take place at the rooftops, blankets laid down with snacks to watch the sunset

you cant tell me he would have a soft smile glancing at you from time to time while watching the sunset

seeing that his spanish is more noticeable than miles 1610, his nicknames for you are all in spanish

his nicknames for you: mi cielo (my sky/heaven) , mi corazón (my heart)

*if you aren't familiar with spanish, you would probably try and search up the meaning before asking him

your nicknames for him: guapo (handsome), cariño or mi amor (my love)

i feel like he likes small accessories from you when trading clothing

it's like a reminder to him that his yours and your his

probably brings it with him everywhere he goes

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Wooo im finally done!! If theres any spelling mistakes tell me. I hope you enjoyes yourself. Im thinking of writing more itsv/atsv if i have time. Let me know what you think. :)

#into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #Spotify #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #prowler miles #prowler miles x reader

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A Way Home

Fandom: Spiderverse

Summary: Following the loss of his alternate universe daughter, Miguel is reluctant to risk letting anyone close to him and breaking canon again. However, as most anomalies are returned to their universes, there's the issue of you. You don't have a universe to return to. So, after having you on his team for half a year, he adopts you as his child.

Word Count: 4654

Pairing?: Father-child relationship btwn Miguel and gn! reader.

Trigger Warnings: Some cursing, reader is hinted to having a traumatic past (very briefly and vaguely described), 1 reference to reader as "Spiderman" (meant as a gender-neutral phrase)

A/n: This turned out to be longer than I had planned b/c I realized how much I had to add to make the change of heart even slightly natural, so let me know if y'all want a part two of the reader and Miguel interacting further along the adoption. Not sure how I feel about the structure + characterization in this one. Feedback much appreciated! Please!! I'm on my hands and knees, begging for feedback!!!

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"Lyla, status on current anomalies," Miguel ordered. He leaned over the yellow panels in front of him, watching the same scene of him and his child playing over and over again. His grip on the console tightened.

She blipped into view. "Currently, there are 918,503,201 anomalies to be returned to their home universes. That's 40% less than yesterday! Spider-Byte does have an update for you regarding-"

"I'll convene with her later. I'm busy."

"Busy brooding over your twelfth cup of coffee. Not enough sugar this time around?" Lyla teased, only to be met with a glare. "Alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. But seriously, it can't wait. A canon event was disrupted and now there's a spider-person without a universe to return to."

Miguel turned around dangerously fast. "What did you just say?"

"Talk to Margo -- she'll fill you in." Lyla blipped away.

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"There you are," Margo mumbled to herself as Miguel approached. "This one's in rough shape, got dropped in Earth 616 and put up a fierce fight before Jessica took them to HQ. I tried to send them through the Go Home Machine, but it just dropped them back here."

"And you're sure it's not a hardware issue?"

"It's 2099," Margo drolled and rolled her eyes. "There's no hardware issues anymore, grandpa."

"Then try sending them home again. I don't see why this requires my supervision."

"This machine tears people's atoms apart and throws them back together in other dimensions," she explained. "If I run the same person through the machine too many times, they could die."

Miguel sighed heavily and began pacing around. "Well, what am I supposed to do? Keep them here forever?"

Margo looked at him like he was crazy and slowly nodded. "You can't leave them here to die."

"They're an anomaly anywhere they go, Spider-Byte. Maybe death would be a mercy."

"To you," Peter B. called from behind him.

"Maldito sea, carajo" Miguel cursed under his breath, turning around. "I thought you were taking the week off."

"Well, I was going to, but Mayday was begging me for another one of these cafeteria burgers," he said with his mouth full of food. "They're really good, you should seriously try them sometime."

Miguel's eyes darted to Mayday and quickly darted away. "I have work to return to in my office, so if you'll excuse me-"

Peter stepped in his way. "I'm sorry, Miguel, but I can't let you walk away from this problem. It's gone too far."

"I'm sorry, what?" Miguel questioned, laughing bitterly.

"Ok, I'm not great with words, especially not in front of big, strong, angry men, so MJ had me prewrite this, let me just get it- oh, Mayday has it. Mayday, hold the paper up for daddy, thanks, sweetheart."

Peter cleared his throat and began to over-annunciate his speech. "Everyone in this building joined your society because they believed in your ability to lead, shape, and change the world. We trusted you to use humane practices behind your actions and to keep the safety and rights of humanity at mind before all else. However, given the fact- Ok, this is bullshit - sorry, Mayday, don't tell mommy. Point is, Miguel, that you claim that you're all about saving the multiverse and saving humanity, but then you throw half of your sanity away to hunt down a 15 year old kid who just wants to save his dad. You're so obsessed with the concept of saving humanity that you forgot what it's like to care about individual humans. You forgot how to be a human."

"I never forgot what it felt like to care. To love."

"It's okay to admit that the new kid reminds you of your daughter, you know."

For a moment, Miguel and Peter B. just stood across from each other in silence, unable to break eye contact. Miguel's expression was intense, but otherwise unreadable. Then: "Go home, Parker. More and more of you prove that you're untrustworthy when it comes to prioritizing the greater good. I'm not afraid to get rid of you, too."

Peter's arms gripped on tighter to Mayday. He seemed to want to say something, but found it in him to walk away. Once he went through his portal back home, Miguel called for Lyla.

"Hold the chatter, Lyla," he said before she could open her mouth, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Silence any notifications except for the urgent ones. And I mean urgent."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," she remarked sarcastically, but complied.

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Everything in Miguel's office repeated like a broken record. The video of his daughter. Peter's comment that he "forgot what it's like to care about humans, forgot how to be human." Gwen's "we're supposed to be the good guys." The feeling of his own child glitching out of existence in his palms, the very reason he got into this work. The ticking of the clock. The ticking of that motherfucking clock.

He zipped a web to the clock and smashed it into the ground, falling to a knee amidst the broken glass.

"I understand that you're having a very emo moment right now, Mr. O'Hara," Pavitr began, "But Jessica told me to drop this off." He placed the file on the floor and nudged it over with his foot as far as he could without getting too close. "I'm heading home now, have a great day!"

"Wait."

"Oh, I was afraid you would say that."

"Tell Jessica to report to my office."

"She said to tell you that she's not available until noon tomorrow."

"Of course," he chuckled angrily. "One person's off for the week, another needs 3 weeks of recovery. Now one of my only trustworthy members can't report for duty until tomorrow. But who's checking in on me, huh? That's right - no one. I took on this leadership role because I know firsthand what it feels like to have the only joy in your life, your only reason for living, taken away from you because of your own reckless mistakes. And despite all of that, I made it my life's mission to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else. But now I'm the villain?! "'We're supposed to be the good guys!'" "'You can't leave them to die!'" "'They remind you of your daughter.'" But does anyone else here know the pain of losing a child you weren't even destined to have?"

Pavitr blinked heavily. "With all due respect, sir, I'm 17."

Miguel barely seemed to hear him. He sank to the floor, running his hands through his hair and not bothering to clear the glass shards around him. "Maybe they're all right. Maybe I'm the one hurting everyone else. Maybe I'll make the same mistake I did before, and take another innocent life because I want to feel fulfilled, just for a moment."

"Should I get someone?"

Miguel sighed. "Just go."

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“Morning, sunshine,” Jessica called, taking a seat in Miguel’s office. “You had a chance to go through the file?”

Miguel hummed in agreement. “Need a second opinion.”

Jessica flipped through her copy of your file. “Teenager, been Spiderman for 2 years, originally from Earth 45, but got dropped in Ben’s world. A slippery one for sure; took nearly two hours to get them on the ground. Tried talking to them, but they wouldn't speak. I know my stance on this, but what’s yours?”

Miguel paced around the room. “We can’t keep them here. They’re an anomaly regardless of where they go. Margo said that it would be too inhumane to send them through the Go Home Machine again, so… I think we should let them go quietly.”

“Are you serious?”

“When am I not serious?” He took a seat across from Jessica. “I’ve been hearing it from everyone else. I need to hear it from someone who was there from the beginning. Someone who I trust. Am I falling off the edge? Have I gone too far?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re just now questioning that? Look, as your friend, I’ll say this: you’re taking too much weight onto your shoulders. You need to stop being Spiderman for a moment and start being Miguel.” She shifted in her seat. “But, as your teammate, I want you to know that I’ll be by your side no matter what you choose.”

Miguel nodded, but he was totally spaced out. All he could think about was his daughter. How he wanted to take this one in so bad, just to feel like a father again, feel like a man again. How he feared the consequences of love.

Jessica snapped in front of his face. “Earth to Miguel.”

He shook his head. “What?”

“Look, I can’t say that I don’t agree with your initial idea. But I look at them, and at Gwen, and at my future kid, and-” She put her hand on her stomach “-I just can’t imagine leaving them in the dust like that. I was wrong about Gwen, yes, but these kids are suffering. And I don’t know if we can keep making these hard decisions that put these people right back where they were trying to escape from and still call ourselves heroes.”

Miguel held his face in his hands. “I don’t know what’s up and down anymore, right or wrong. I was all of these kids once: Miles, Gwen, Hobie. I know what it’s like to love your family so much that you throw everything else to the wayside. But that cost me my child, and thousands of other lives. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do anything to stop it. I just want to stop the suffering. I just want it to stop.”

Jessica gave him a moment. “Let’s meet the kid. Give them a trial before we make any decisions we can’t take back.”

“Alright,” he agreed, “But if you’re wrong about this-”

“Then lunch is on me. Come on, mafioso.”

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“Here they are,” Margo announced. “Just so you know, they’re fully aware of their situation, but not very talkative.”

“Let me talk to them,” Miguel insisted. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

As Miguel and Jessica approached, you refused to meet their eyes. Instead, you drew your hood closer to your face.

Miguel took a knee by you, talking through the red barrier. “Hey, kid. My name is Miguel. Miguel O’Hara. I’m Spiderman.”

You gasped dramatically. “No way! Really? I never would have guessed!”

He took in a breath. “So you do speak. Look, we’re trying to relocate you, but we need to have your account of what happened. Why doesn’t your home exist anymore?”

You shrugged and counted off the events on your fingers. “Dalmatian-looking dude crashed through a window at my internship. He went straight for the collider room, and most of my mentors were at lunch, so I went after him. I tried to shut off the collider at the same time he stepped through it, he pushed me into a hole, that lady behind you caught me after an uncomfortably long chase, and here we are.”

“You worked at Alchemax,” Miguel mumbled, though mostly to himself.

“Yeah,” you replied, leaning back. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Did you get bitten by the radioactive spider before or after working there?”

“Did I fucking what?”

“That’s how you got your powers, right?” He asked.

“My powers? Oh, I see what’s happening here,” you laughed. “You’re all off your rockers! Let me guess, this is some alternate dimension Alchemax where everyone’s trying to biologically get the abilities that I developed through technology. Ooh ooh, or, this is an elite spider society trying to save the multiverse from itself!”

“That was really just a guess?” questioned Jessica.

“I read a lot of sci-fi,” you explained.

“Nevermind all of that,” Miguel groaned. “What’s your story, kid? What’s your motive? Because if we don’t have that information, we can’t help get you out of there.”

Your expression became grave for a moment as you considered your options and chuckled bitterly. “My story? My story is that I’m a poor kid from the slums who worked their ass off to get into a good school so that I could do better for my family. My story is that my family never loved me, my friends never cared, and I was forced to choose between what I love to do and what the world needed from me. I didn’t have the power to stop my parents from hurting me or stop people from hurting each other. So, I manufactured that power and took it into my own hands. My story is that the moment I was released from that hellhole of a world, I was locked up in a three foot wide cage and forced to talk about my feelings. I heard what you guys were talking about in that back room. All I ask is that you do it quickly. I don’t like waiting.”

“Miguel, we can take a quick debrief if you need one,” Jessica offered, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Miguel didn’t budge. He looked into your eyes and felt your pain like it was his own. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally: “Let them go, Margo.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he asserted. “Let them go.”

Margo released you and offered her hand to help you step down from the pedestal, which you reluctantly accepted. “Didn’t know you were one for sob stories, Mr. O’Hara,” you mocked, though your comment fell through as soon as your legs trembled from lack of use.

“I’m not,” he responded, walking up to you. “But I know an innovator when I see one. You’re hurt, yes, but you have the capacity to do so much good. I’m offering you a place on my team.”

You approached cautiously, your arms crossed. “And if I say no?”

“I’d ask you to reconsider.” He held out his hand for a shake. You accepted, and he smiled. “Welcome to HQ.”

Margo whooped in the background and gave your shoulder a squeeze.

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“Ok, first mission briefing,” Miguel started, walking backwards.

“On the move?” you asked.

“That’s the only way to do it.” He shot a web to a nearby building and dropped from an HQ terrace.

You followed suit. “Where exactly are we going?” you shouted over the wind.

“Earth 616. There’s a rogue Vulture stealing tech from Osborn. We’d let it happen, but the man's the only thing between a country of people and an all-out war.”

“Got it.”

“We go in, capture Vulture, and bring him back to HQ. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You stepped through your portal and immediately got whiplash from the pure speed of a nearby aircraft.

Vulture swooped down from above and tore the tail off of the police helicopter. It crashed into a skyscraper and gained speed as it headed for the street below.

Miguel spoke to you through the comms. “Trial number one, newbie. I’ll pursue Vulture; you stop that helicopter from hurting civilians.”

“On it.” You dived off of your skyscraper to gain speed and pulled yourself forward with your webs. In one smooth movement, you grabbed the two co-pilots and placed them on the closest rooftop.

The helicopter was quickly approaching the ground, where children were playing in an enclosed playground.

“Shit,” you murmured, propelling yourself under the machine to create a landing pad for it at a safe distance from the kids. At the rate you could fire, you wouldn’t be able to stop it on time.

In the distance, you saw Miguel struggling to keep Vulture away from a construction site, and reached out to him over the comms. “Have him ram into that crane.”

“What?”

“Just trust me.”

Miguel redirected the Vulture, dodging last second when he attacked so that the crane would fall down.

The crane caught the chopper where it was, and you used it as a crutch to help you redirect the chaos to the empty street. You swung around the crane five times, wrapping an immense amount of webbage around it and attaching along the side of a business building. When the helicopter threatened to fall due to the weight of it, you shot three web bombs at it to keep it in place.

When you reached the ground, you were out of breath and half-heartedly waving to the clapping children and their parents. Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder as you observed the incapacitated Vulture.

“Not bad, kid,” Miguel chuckled. “Not bad.”

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A good six months had passed, and you had risen in the ranks of the Spider Society. You were still without a place to stay, and had been bouncing from place to place in between missions. The first month, it was Pavitr and his aunt’s place. Then, Hobie’s, then HQ, and finally, Gwen’s. Most of your free time was spent discussing tech with Margo or trailing behind Miguel.

A building-wide alert had gone off, sending every spider-being into high alert as they searched for the threat.

“What’s the sitch?” you asked Miguel as the two of you bounded down the hall. “A futuristic Rhino that’s suspected to work for The Spot just invaded HQ. He’s trying to destroy our tech and pick us off.”

Just as Miguel had finished his explanation, Rhino crashed through a door four floors below. You both zipped towards him, barely avoiding running into Peter B. as he took a picture of himself, Mayday, and Rhino. Miguel attacked Rhino head-on, performing a spin-kick to the face before webbing his arms together and latching onto his back. Rhino broke his constraints effortlessly, and threw Miguel out of a nearby window. You helped Noir get to his feet and went after Rhino.

By the time you got there, Rhino had Miguel pinned to the cracked concrete. His web shooters were broken, and he was using all of his remaining strength to stop Rhino from snapping his neck. When he saw you approaching, he tried to silently signal for you to go, but you didn’t listen.

“Hey, Alexei!” you shouted. “I never really took you for the dominant type! It doesn’t suit you.”

You swung a piece of concrete at his back and zipped to deliver a punch to the face. Rhino was quick to return the favor, and charged you through a nearby wall.

Miguel attempted to stand up as backup arrived. He climbed onto Rhino’s back and sunk his teeth into his neck, effectively, though temporarily, paralyzing him. A team of 15 spiderbeings worked to get Rhino back to HQ while you and Jessica helped Miguel to his feet.

“What the hell were you thinking, kid? You could have died,” Miguel snapped.

“You were the one near death,” you argued. “If I didn’t come when I did, you could’ve died. Was I just supposed to let that happen?!”

“Yes!”

“No!” You dropped his arm from around your shoulder and Peter B. went to pick up the slack. “Why is it so hard for you to understand that people care about you? You gave me a chance when no one else would. I lost my world, my home, and my friends. I couldn’t lose you, too.”

“That’s not for you to decide. I can’t trust you like an adult if you refuse to act like one,” he grunted, before wavering in his stance. Jessica helped right him.

You took a step back and pressed your lips together. “You know, I joined this team because I wanted to save people. I have the ability to save them. And… if you can’t acknowledge that ability, then… maybe you need to reevaluate your interests.” With that, you took off.

Jessica and Peter sat Miguel down to rest.

“How bad did I fuck up?” Miguel inquired.

“Give them a few minutes to sit on it,” Peter suggested. “Kids are like that. They need time to cool off. Just make sure you talk to them later.”

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You sat on the slanted glass roof of HQ to listen to music and blow off some steam. Heavy footprints sounded from behind you. You sighed. “If you’re here to argue, can you at least wait until the end of this song?”

“I’m not going to argue with you. I wanted to talk. And… apologize.”

That piqued your interest, but you tried to sound nonchalant as you gestured to the space next to you. “Go ahead, then. Sit.” You turned the music off.

He obliged. “I’m sorry for saying that I couldn’t trust you and that you needed to act like an adult. It wasn’t fair. I do trust you, and there’s no reason for you to act like an adult when you’re still a kid. I’ll be more conscious of my words in the future.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

You sat in silence for a while, and you began to get up.

“Wait,” he asked. “Please.”

“What did you really come here to say?”

“Just sit, and I’ll tell you.” He waited for you to return to your spot and took a deep breath. “When I was first messing with the multiverse after working at Alchemax, I wasn’t as careful as I am now. I found a world where I was dead, but had a daughter, so I replaced myself and began raising her. I loved her more than anything. But, I was an anomaly, and had disrupted canon events. I felt her glitch right out of my hands. Thousands of innocent people died that day because of me. So, I made a vow to myself: never again. I wouldn’t let this happen to anyone else, and I wouldn’t let anyone get close to me.”

He paused, gulped, and forced himself to make eye contact with you. “Then I met you. And I tried to hate you, I really did. But you’re funny, and you’re smart and passionate, and you have a damn good heart. And everything in me just wants to protect you. I’m so mad at myself for hurting you and-”

You cut him off with a bear hug, to which he slowly responded once he understood what was happening. You shed a few tears into the crook of his neck and mumbled, “I’m sorry, too.”

He laughed, partially in disbelief. “For what?”

“I called you a dick behind your back for the first three months because I thought you had a stick up your ass.” You backed away snickering and wiped your eyes. “But you’re more my family than my parents ever were.”

Now or never, Miguel.

“About that,” he began. “I know you’ve been staying at Gwen’s place - and you’re completely free to stay there if you want - I just thought it might be nice for you to have a permanent place to stay, a school to go to, a familiar face, you know?”

“Not really,” you expressed. “What do you mean?”

“I- it’s better if I just show you.” Miguel took a folder out of his bag and handed it to you. He looked the other way as you processed what he gave you.

“Are these adoption papers?”

“Um… yeah,” he relented, still refusing to look your way.

“And this isn’t a joke?”

“Of course not. But, it’s also up to you. I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do-”

“Yes,” you cut him off and wrapped him in an even tighter hug. “Absolutely yes.”

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Miguel helped you carry your few boxes of belongings that you had left at Gwen’s into his modern duplex.

“Jesus, dude,” you commented. “You didn’t tell me you were rich.”

He laughed. “This is what being a scientist earns you.”

“Damn.” You took the space in. The windows in the living room were from floor to ceiling, the couch a cool grey with ornate yellow and green pillows. Everything was open concept, and both the Mexican and Irish flag hung on either side of the TV. Aside from the occasional painting, the apartment was largely monochromatic.

“The kitchen is under that loft area, which I usually use as office space, but you’re free to use it, too. Bathrooms on first and second floors,” he explained while walking up the stairs. He stopped in front of the third door to the right. “This is your room.”

You gently pushed open the door. Miguel had prepared for your arrival intensely. A twin bed sat in the back left corner of the room, a desk in the back right. There was a wide panel of windows with shades and a nightstand with knick knacks. A mirror, bookshelf, decorative rug, and bean bag filled the empty space. A poster with a Spiderman symbol hung over your desk, and a smile fought its way onto your face.

“There’s a closet, too,” Miguel said proudly.

You opened the closet to find it fully stocked with casual, formal, and tactical clothing. “You did all of this for me?”

He smiled warmly. “Welcome home.”

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It was the following year on Father’s Day, and you were waiting for Miguel to come home when you heard keys turning at the door.

“Hey,” you called from the kitchen island. “I made dinner for us. And we can watch that crappy comedy show that you like.”

He hung up his jacket and gave you a hug. “Thanks, sweetheart. How was it with your friends?”

“Pretty good. But it took an hour to get Miles out of that Famous Footwear. I swear that boy has enough sneakers to cover the Mediterranean. How was work?”

Miguel grabbed a plate and took a seat next to you. “Well, we finally figured out the malfunction in the control room. Hobie had been messing around with it for his own projects. Shocker, right? But other than that it was just a bunch of boring meetings.”

“Oh, I just remembered something.” You rushed upstairs to get a gift bag from your room and returned, out of breath. “I made this for you. It’s not much, but my job doesn’t start until July and I wanted to give you something, so…”

He removed the tissue paper to find a carefully knitted shawl with his suit designs on it. He remained speechless for a moment.

“What do you think?”

“I love it.”

“Really? Cuz I could get you something else if you’d prefer-”

“I love it,” he repeated, giving you a bear hug. “I’ll wear it all the time when the weather takes a turn.”

“I thought it might be useful for winter patrols,” you admitted.

“It will be. I know you don’t like getting too sappy, so let’s watch some TV, yeah?”

Halfway through an episode of the comedy show, you got up to use the bathroom. Miguel paused the show and admired your work on his shawl. When you came back, he was still staring at it as if he were examining each individual stitch.

“I’m back,” you said when he didn’t acknowledge you.

He hummed in response. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You furrowed your brows, worried now. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not all, it’s just…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I wanted to let you know that I would understand if you want to look into seeing if there’s any way to find your real parents. I love you and I want you here, don’t get me wrong, but if this is something you feel strongly about, I wanted to make sure you knew that my feelings wouldn’t be hurt.”

You stared at him for a while before bursting into laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

You grabbed his hands and looked him in his eyes. “I found my real dad the moment you brought me here. I’m home.”

He squeezed your hands and repeated your words as if convincing himself of the truth. “You’re home.”

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 6 months

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Hi my fav writer, i got u more ideas ehe

Black cat!Reader x Pavitr

― You and Pavitr both had secret identitys and tried to keep it from each other as you both were dating but both of you guys mess up as when you guys found each others suit in each others dorms while you guys tried visiting each other.

Tutor!Reader x Tutee!Pavitr

― You basically tutor your bf, Pavitr as he faisl his class just to get you to tutor him vut he basically gets jelly when he learns that you started tutoring others teens than him.

Princess!Reader x Prince!Pavitr

― This one's actually an au instead if you can make it work but, basically, your parents decided that they wanted to get you married as soon as possible and you thought you wouldnt even like who your parents would introduce to you(same w pavi tbh) but then you both actually start to fall for eachother.

Always sleepy/tired!Reader x Doesnt care!Pavitr

― You're always tired and sleepy so one day, Pavitr just decides to carry you bridal style/on his back while you peppered his face with tired and soft kisses.

Photographer!Reader x Pavitr

― Showing Pavitr your album of candid polaroids of you nd him and shit while you guys sit down in your bed with the fairylights of your room and the lamp beside your bed being the only light sources that you guys have.

Barista!Reader x Barista!Pavitr

― You and Pavitr are both baristas at the same café and you both get scolded at after accidentally being caught on camera making out/kissing cuz you both work the night shift tgt.

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Breathless

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Pairing: Always sleepy/tired!Reader x Doesnt care!Pavitr Summary: You're always tired and sleepy so one day, Pavitr just decides to carry you bridal style/on his back while you peppered his face with tired and soft kisses.

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🎶If our love was a fairy tale I would charge in and rescue you On a yacht, baby, we would sail To an island where we'd say I do And if we had babies they would look like you It'd be so beautiful if that came true You don't even know how very special you are You just walked out of one of my dreams So beautiful, you're leaving me breathless🎶 Breathless (by Shayne Ward)

Your legs were killing as you walked into your home. It was a hectic week and work was just unforgiving. Unable to take a step further, you collapse onto the couch, sighing in pleasure as you were finally able to stretch. It wasn't as soft as a mattress (which is just a few steps away), but even this was heavenly for your exhausted back. Soon, your eyes grow heavy and droop.

"Welcome home, Y/N baby!"

Pavitr cheerily greets you as he exits the kitchen holding a tray of piping hot chai and your favourite snacks, but stops short. A warm smile pulls across his face when he sees you softly snoring, curled up in a foetal position on the couch.

He puts the tray down on the coffee table and grabs a throw pillow to keep it under your head, but the motion disturbs you and you shoot up, confused and panicked. "Wha-!?"

"Shhh, meri jaan, go to sleep", he whispers, petting your hair to lull you back to slumber.

"No, no, I'm awake! Just taking a nap, I'm awake now. Fully attentive", you say, getting up, poorly hiding your yawn.

"Meri jaan, baby, it's okay-", Pavitr tries but you wave him off, insisting that you're fine.

You had promised him earlier that you'd be up all night, watching and cheering with him for the Indian team in the ODI. But the week had been exhausting, you weren't even able to get a shut-eye. Pavitr has been a caring, patient boyfriend to you and you really wanted to show yours by cheering his favourite team. It's the least you can do.

"Okay...", Pavitr says, giving you a knowing side eye and turning on the match.

As much as he was thrilled about watching the World Cup with you, he knows you're tired and loves you too much to make you sit through this; he doesn't want to make this a liability. To Pavitr, Quality Time is what both of you enjoy doing together. Something that isn't one-way.

The teams enter and you guys cheer, chanting their name as the camera pans in on each of the players. By the time they do the toss, you've already dozed off again.

Pavitr is alerted by the soft snores coming his way and turns to see you on the couch, your legs bent under your lap as you curl yourself in an awkward position.

Putting away your half-eaten snacks, he manoeuvres you, pulling your legs to lie across his lap and gently massages your feet. A smile caresses his face feeling you relax into the couch. His fingers gently brush the small strand of hair that falls on your forehead, making you exhale deeply.

His heart is full as he watches you, captivated.

And if we had babies they would look like youIt'd be so beautiful if that came trueYou don't even know how very special you are

Pavitr scoops you up in his arms bridal style, bringing you to your shared bedroom. The movement disturbs you out of your slumber once again.

Your eyelids flutter open, your beautiful eyes looking into his as you wrap your arms around his neck, peppering his face with tired, soft kisses.

You leave me breathlessYou're everything good in my lifeYou leave me breathlessI still can't believe that you're mine

"Pav.."

"Hmm?"

"Who won?"

A chuckle escapes his lips as he opens the bedroom door with his hip. "Not yet, meri jaan. But we did win the toss!"

Exhaustion is quick to take over and your face finds comfort in the crook of his neck, inhaling his cologne as you doze off, your little breaths hot on his skin.

He can't take his eyes off you, like he has been ever since he met you.

You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change meYou're like an angelThe thing that I feel is stronger than love believe meYou're something special

He lays you down upon the mattress, pulling the comforter over you and departing with a soft kiss to your forehead. But when he reaches the door, Pavitr can't help not taking his eyes off you.

I only hope that I'll one day deserve what you've given meBut all I can do is try every day of my life

How on earth are you his? It's like living in a dream..

You leave me breathlessYou're everything good in my lifeYou leave me breathlessI still can't believe that you're mine

Unable to resist, he comes back to steal a kiss from your lips.

You just walked out of one of my dreamsSo beautiful, you're leaving me breathless, breathless

Somehow, even without doing anything, you always leave him breathless.

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Hope you like it! <3 I really want to do all the prompts and i hope soon i will <333333333333333333333

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dema-heart · 2 months

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Persephone & Hades

Persephone gn!reader x Hades Hobie

Spring is here, and with it, persephone must leave the underworld.

I tried to keep it gender neutral. There is the use of the terms goddess and queen when referring to the reader. However, it's more in title than actual feminine meaning.

CW: Mentions of ichor and selfharm very briefly.

"I'll be leaving you soon, my heart," you whisper the words into the shadows. Knowing he'll hear you. Knowing he's always with you as long as shadow and shade can reach you.

You're leaning against the wooden frame of your gazebo over looking your kingdom, your chosen home, the underworld. You smile, looking out at the vast dark lands lightened by the homes of your people.

Shadows nip at your fingers and trail up your arms before the feeling of your lover's warmth wraps around you.

"I know... I know, my world." his rapsy voice was laced with sadness, but his silky touch was a welcome comfort to the cold, although you'd grown accustomed to it.

"Persephone..." Hearing your name pulls your focus to him, Hades, king of the underworld or as you called him.

"Hobie, my love," you turn in his embrace, looking into his saddened eyes. Raising a hand to rest on his cheek, you smile as the fearsome king leans into your touch, eyes closing in content.

"When do you leave?" He places a kiss to your palm, sighing as he forces the words from his mouth.

"Not long from now." You give a sad smile as you watch your love's face drop. "Hermes will be here to escort me back to the mortal realm soon."

Sighing, his hand comes to rest on yours against his cheek, cupping it gently before pulling it away enough to place another kiss to your palm, then soft pecks to each of your fingertips. A shiver racks your body, and he peaks at you from the corner of his eye, mischief lighting up his face.

"We could always stage a kidnapping. I'll lock the doors and tell them I've decided to keep the goddess of spring all to myself. Any who dare attempt to get you will have to face the wrath of the underworld." He smirks, and the shadows of the land seem to flicker and roar with agreement.

You shake your head with a playful smile as he steps back, not letting go of your hand, bowing as if asking for a dance.

Laughing softly, you bowed back, allowing him to pull you to him with a twirl.

"We'll change your clothes and sneak you out the back before Pavitr arrives. Take you further into the realm where there's a small house waiting for just us." You laugh in glee as he dips you, the shadows around you whiping up as if to catch you.... or maybe swallow you up and hide you just as their king wishes. You lean your head back with a bright smile and unconsealed laughter, allowing the shadow's cool, wispy embrace to surround you. Letting them know they are seen and your joy is as much for them as it is their king, before Hobie pulls you up, holding you tight, as the shadows disperse, a hum of happiness in the once sullen air.

"Or we can sneak up to the human realm. where you can grow vast gardens and capture the heart of every living creature that comes by with your kindness and grace." There's a playful smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

"Which will it be your higness. At your command, I'll make it so." His tone is playful, but there is an underlying threat.

You know if you say you never wish to go anywhere without him, that your body aches at the thought of leaving him for these six months, he'd make it to where you never had to leave again even if it meant defying Zeus and all the other gods.

Your eyes lock as he waits for your answer. His gaze giving away his need for you, the same need and longing you're sure shows in yours. But instead of sealing your fates, you smile up at your king sweetly.

"It may have worked once, my king, but I do quite enjoy the mortals alive as much fun as they are when they get down here. And just as we need one another, my mother needs me." Your hands bunch the front of his tunic to pull him into a passionate kiss.

He obliges, leaning down slightly, letting you kiss away his sorrows for at least the moment.

Pulling back from the kiss, you step away from him, holding his hands now instead as you smile up at him.

"Hobie, my heart. Just a ichor flows through my veins. Your name is engraved in my heart. For my love for you is endless and always. For you allowed only once for tears to claw down my cheeks, for the golden blood in my veins to boil so hot with trepidation that even the sharpest thorns burned as they tangled around me, frenzied in my attempts to free myself from the anguish. You watched as Ichor bubbled from my skin and pooled in my hands like molten lava burning and poisoning everything in its wake, and you made me a queen, your queen. Took me against my will only to show me a freedom I'd never even dreamed of. You saw me for not what I was but who I could be, and for that, I will return to you in just six months. For that, I will always return to the place I now call home and the man who made it so."

You make this vow to him the same as you have done before. Tears pooling in your eyes that you refuse to let drop. You are not saddened to return above, missing the sun and those you called family, but to leave behind your heart to the cruel loneliness that comes with being king of the dead, a title not taken but forced.

You hold back a sigh, feeling him squeeze your hands. You open your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them.

One of his hands comes up swiping away your tears before they had the chance to drop.

"Persephone, my world. You have the ability to turn the darkest shades a blaze. The coldest places warm. And you are my own personal sun. You shined your light across our realm and showed me a world I'd never seen before. Just as one plucks a pretty flower, I saw you that day as tears streaked your face and anguish soured your soul but still your head was held high even as ichor drizzled your arms like honey, for the first time I'm sure. And I knew you had to be mine. If not, then at least my kingdom's for you deserved a status befitting the power you displayed in your darkest moment. I will forever be grateful you took the Pomegranate seeds from the fruit I bore, even if it was just due to hunger. Without you and the love you bring, I'd have been lost in the darkest corners of my kingdom, never to see what could have become of it. You will always have a home here...for everything, including myself, belongs to you here."

A passionate tension fills the air around you. It is as if only the two of you exist in this moment. Fingers entwined the same way your souls are. You hold each others gaze, neither willing to break the tranquil moment.

"Awwwwwwww, aren't you two just the cutest! Almost makes me sad to separate you buuuuut i am the messenger god, and my message just so happens to come in the form of the goddes of spring to one waiting and sorrowful mother!" Pavitr playful voice cuts the tension in the air with ease. He sits on the ledge you'd been looking out on, smiling brightly as you both turn to him with amused looks.

Hobie huffs, slipping from your grips to greet his friend with a playful shove before pulling him into a hug. "Pav, always good to see you."

Hobie playfully looks back at you before stage, whispering to Pavitr. "How much to get you to leave Persephone here and swear you never saw them. I mean also being known as the god of tricksters...." He's got his arm over Pavitr's shoulder, both facing you with matching grins as Pav pretends to think on it.

You shake your head, smiling at their antics. "Come now, Pav. Before the King gets us in trouble." You reach out your hand, and Pav is quick to fall into step with you looping your arms as you lead the way.

"Sorry sir, but an orders an order, and I could never reject a request from the goddes of spring, almighty ruler of the underworld. As you know, what Persephone wants..." Pavitr teases snickering along with you as you look at Hobie expectantly.

"...Persephone gets. yes, I know. I'm the one who started that." Hobie rolls his eyes with a fond smile, as you beam standing tall with mock arrogance before walking away with elegance, leaving behind the echos of your laugher and the smell of fresh floral earth.

Just as you leave his view and the shadows seem to darken, he feels the gentle caress of something winding up his arms, and the smell of flowers and fresh spring air surrounds him the same way the shadows had comforted you.

He looks down to see thin, leafy vines curled around his forearms similar to the arm cuffs he typically wears. Smiling as the scent of home surrounds him, he disappears into the shadows of the gazebo already anticipating your return.

#hobie brown x reader #rainbow's bookshelf #Hades Hobie #persephone reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #greek gods au #Pavitr as hermes?? maybe

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ghxstmxchine · 10 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

All the little ways they show love...

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ will stop in his tracks all the time whenever you have to stop to tie your shoes, it doesn't matter how far ahead the rest of your friends are. He doesn’t mind, always telling you that you both can catch up pretty quick and to take your time. If you need, he’ll tie them for you, promising that he’ll make sure they won’t come undone again, but he’ll always wait for you if they do. He’s got nothing better to do than be with you

Her interactions with Miles may make her seem oblivious, but ɢᴡᴇɴ is quick to notice everything when it comes to you. She’s always fixing your appearance, the strand of hair that’s sticking out weird she’s already carefully smoothing down. She’ll adjust any of your jewelry for you and swipe away marks from your cheeks with a giggle, but she’s never prompted. She’s always just doing it without second thought

Nothing is really sacred to ʜᴏʙɪᴇ, especially not any of his accessories. When you point out a patch of his you really like, you’ll find it stuck on your backpack. When you compliment his rings, he’s already sliding one onto your finger and kissing the back of your hand. Whenever you ask him why he does it he just replies with a shrug and sly smirk, why would he keep it when it looks better on you

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ shares everything with you, he saves you the other half of his orange and always leaves a portion of his drink for you. He shares his bed when you’re too tired to go home and it’s late and lets you sleep under his favorite handmade blanket. He leaves one hand free while carrying things just so he can still hold your hand. He shares truly everything, his secrets, his belongings and even himself

It’s easy to feel almost forgotten with ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ, he’s always getting lost in his work making you feel less than top priority. But the flowers on the counter he brings home are always replaced once they start to wilt and the coffee is always in the pot when you wake up in the morning. He may not be there in person all the time to show you how much you mean to him, but he embeds his love in every inch of your house

more visually accessible version here

#across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv #spiderverse x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gn reader

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mrs3vil · 7 months

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𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 pavitr with a shy foreign s/o who's an exchange student that doesn't speak hindi, and he's just so excited to show her around and teach her everything he can teach, and they have this study dates where all they really do is sweet talk each other in hindi in the most disgusting teeth-rotting sweet way.

or, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 e!42-miles with a sunshine s/o who loves painting and knitting and sewing and doing all this creative stuff and they have this cute dates where they draw each other, even tho all miles really draws is them. and of course all he wears in winter is stuff they knitted for him, his drawer is full of matching clothes you knitted.

and, oh god, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 hobie with a cute dorky s/o who's obsessed with greek mythology, and chemistry, and science, and is a bookworm, and loves rambling about all this things to him for hours, and he just sits and listen with a goofy smile imprinted on his face because they're just so adorable.

and last but not least, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 gwen with a really soft shy coquette s/o, who does ballet and wears the most doll-like coquette things with pearl necklaces and pink ribbons, and they flinch when they hear gwen play the drum for the first time because it's so loud and different from what they usually listen to, but in a good way.

#atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x you #e42 miles #miles g morales #miles g x reader #hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #gwen stacy #gwen x reader #gwen stacy x you #gn reader

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vhstown · 7 months

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writing neutral readers; a guide

(neutral = unspecified gender, race, appearance, etc.)

hi hi here's vee, the one of (hopefully) many neutral fic writers for atsv, showing YOU how to write a neutral reader for your character x reader fic!!!!

this is mainly about romantic x reader fics!!

lil disclaimer: you don't have to write neutral readers if you don't want to! this is just for people who do and might want some advice :) all of these are what works for me — there are plenty of ways to write a neutral reader!

contents page for your sanity:

avoiding white-coding

being gender-neutral

re-direction / re-phrasing

my general thoughts and opinions

before we get started: why are neutral readers great?

inclusivity! a lot of the times it can be hard to find a fic right for you especially if they tend to be for a certain demographic

forces you to think outside of the box — you can't rely on describing the reader, so you have to describe character interactions more creatively (as you'll see me try to do a lot in this post 😭)

helps with immersion! a lot of the time overly-descriptive reader inserts can make it hard to... actually insert yourself into them

your fics can reach a lot more people if they're neutral (though this is just an added bonus lol)

some colour-coding for your wellbeing: blue = general advice + examples, pink = my personal input

1. avoiding white-coding

this is a big point i'd like to address first because it doesn't get talked about enough! and all of this is in reference to a post i saw like a week ago lmao

i haven't seen this term being used a lot but the general idea is when a piece of writing is catered towards a white reader (usually implied through description)

this is usually done unintentionally but avoiding white coding is an important part of writing totally neutrally!

general things to avoid

describing physical attributes such as hair + skin tone

for example describing hair as silky/smooth implies that it is straight + excludes the majority of other hair types / styles etc

also things like running your fingers through your hair can be impractical w certain hairstyles

i tend to just avoid hair in general ? if you want you can focus on other gestures (hand holding, cupping readers face or sumn)

or just reverse the roles entirely and have reader do the comforting gestures to the canon character

skin tone is definitely more subtle however it can be implied especially through things like blushing

people with darker skin tones DO blush, but it generally tends to be less visible or not at all

instead i tend to describe the feeling rather than the outward changes (face getting warm, getting flustered, heart rate increasing, sweating, stuttering etc)

2. being gender-neutral

okay this admittedly can be difficult to write sometimes

the general rule for a gender neutral reader is to avoid referring to the reader as male or female AND any physical description specific to a certain sex

gendered terms

some people like to use they/them when reader is referred to by other characters

instead of boyfriend/girlfriend you can use partner

i personally don't do these things as you'll see in my next point about re-direction!

there are PLENTY of gender neutral pet names in english

for languages like spanish which have masc and fem versions of words i tend to use nouns (usually non-living or abstract) which have a set gender (such as my heart, my love, etc — one of my favourites is cariño (darling) because it doesn't change based on gender)

though again i rarely write terms of endearment in other languages so i suggest you do your research!

physical terms (sfw only)

also for body inclusivity

again this mainly to try and avoid implying fem!reader but also body types just a tiny little bit

i tend to avoid mentioning body shape but if i do then i use something vague like "shape of your body" rather than "curves" or anything specific

you can just write down the body part without describing it physically (chest, waist thighs, etc)

eyelashes are ... unisex! no way!

you might want to avoid makeup but this is just a *general* suggestion

i tend to NOT describing clothing choices unless it's relevant to the premise of the fic — usually vague references like your school uniform, pajamas, shoes, favourite shirt, etc

you can also cheat this if reader is wearing the other character's clothes 😭 next point re-direction WOOO

3. re-direction / re-phrasing

(a personal choice of mine + totally optional)

re-direction is when you change the focus of a sentence in order to get rid of any words descriptions that may take away from the neutrality of the reader (as you see me talking about in the little pink text everywhere or in the little suggestions in blue)

Re-direction can be used for anything! I think there's a book that exists that uses no words with the letter e and a book that uses no pronouns at all (but don't ask me what they are because I have no clue)

It's not particularly easy or straightforward all the time and you might have to change more than one sentence but re-phrasing your writing can be a good challenge! (if you choose to do so)

for me i tend to re-direct to avoid using any sort of third person pronouns (he/she/they etc) or gendered terms and to avoid using insert tags like y/n

example on pronouns & gendered terms

for pronouns i usually change "he/she/they" to "you" or a noun

"She's not welcome here" could become "Your friend isn't welcome here"

Or the sentence may change entirely to convey the same meaning. The woman turned to you, speaking one simple command: "Get out."

I also tend to use more masc / neutral terms in casual settings like "dude" or "bro"

I also avoid the use of "partner" (though this is just nit-picky) ex. "Is this your partner?" might become "Oh, [character] talks about you all the time!" (entirely dependent on context and if you care enough lol — one of the less clear-cut redirections)

while you could obviously use they in this scenario i personally don't out of preference (to me they/them is an nb set of pronouns if the gender isn't ambiguous and blah blah blah) but it doesn't really matter

example on insert tags

"(Y/N), wait!" can become "Hey, wait!"

Or you could use "your name" rather than a placeholder. He called your name, running behind you. "Wait!"

like i mentioned before things like clothes and favourite foods all tend to revolve around the character rather than the reader. in a lot of cases writing about the foods the character likes or wearing the clothes the character owns can actually be more immersive than inserting your personal preferences into a pair of brackets (in my experience at least)

4. general thoughts and opinions

one big thing i wanted to point out is that it's actually good for your writing to "ban" yourself from using certain terms and descriptions. i find that i focus a lot more on describing events, emotions and character interactions rather than being caught up on the reader.

fem!reader and masc!reader are GREAT too! amazing beautiful wonderful keep writing those — but i think gender neutral readers help to avoid a lot of biases that might (albeit unintentionally) come with a specific gender

and being inclusive for all kinds of readers when you're writing a neutral reader is so important!

to conclude

if you exclusively write one type of reader that is absolutely fine :) write what you want and be happy doing it

neutral readers are GREAT but so difficult to write so pls don't worry if u mess up sometimes 👍

i am still figuring out ways to make my writing more inclusive and i wouldn't know without other people's input! so please feel free to drop ur personal gripes or advice

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transfemarmin · 8 months

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Dudeee got an idea for Pavitr x (gn) exchange student reader!! Like the readers pretty reserved and obviously new to Pavs school and also mumbattan in general so he takes it upon himself to introduce himself and show them around and such. Then next day the reader brings him baked goods as a thank you and they share them at lunch or on a rooftop or something <33 feel free to deny and take your time🫡🫶

(￣▽￣) A GESTURE TO REMEMBER

PAVITR PRABHAKAR X GN! READER

ROMANTIC TENSION

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PAVITR PRABHAKAR WAS ALWAYS A NICE GUY..

he was spiderman after all; he always gave that job his all. saving a few people every now and again, feeding strays, tutoring students who needed it.. he was not just a nice guy, he was kind.. sweet.. caring. even for those who didn’t care for him.. who weren’t sweet to him, who couldn’t even give him a second glance, he was a good person.. and being a good person is what helped him meet [name]..

someone who caught the boy’s eye due to being a new face, and how they shrunk in fear whenever someone passed by, “ ‘scuse me..” they spoke softly, fear and anxiety flashing in their eyes before the fear left and the anxiety remained.. pavitr could see them start to shake. which is when his body moved towards them. placing a hand on their shoulder; causing the person in front of him to flinch and turn to look at him

“ hey!” he beamed, a smile on his face as he spoke, “ im pavitr prabhakar, you look a little lost, are you alright?” he removed his hand from their shoulder, it now resting at his side. [name] sighed and shook their head, “ no.. I dunno where I am, can you… help me? everyone just looks at me weird when I come up to them.. I guess it’s because I’m so.. full of anxiety? it’s like they can smell it on me.”

pavitr chuckled at their words, “ I mean.. yeah, it is a little obvious about your anxiety, but that’s why I’m here.. “ he patted their back, nodding his head in the direction that had less students, “ c’mon.. show me your schedule.. I’ll help you out.”

[name] smiled at pavitr; a soft nod of their head was aimed towards pavitr; they began to dig in their bag, pulling out their crumbled schedule and handing it to the boy in front of them. pavitr attempted to smooth it out so he could make out the words on the paper; “ oh! you have a few classes with me.. I’ll make sure to grab you when those are.. so I can show you on the way there.. “ his eyes scanned over the paper multiple times, trying to make sure he mesmerized the room number to each classroom.. to make sure he could say for certain he knew where to go with [name]

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“ pavitr!” [name] called out, at the end of the day.. when they found pavitr talking with gayatri. [name] felt their face get hot as pavitr and gayatri looked at them, “ oh.. sorry am I interrupting something?” their eyes looked between the two, and gayatri just giggled, “ no it’s fine.. I’ll see you around, pav.” she gave pavitr’s shoulder a playful punch before she took her leave.

“ sorry.. that’s my friend gayatri.” he pointed his thumb at her disappearing form, his eyes got a little sad as he said her name, but that same smile was still there, “ oh..” they spoke softly, looking up at him, “ uhm.. well I wanted to thank you.. for helping me today.. you didn’t have too.. but you did and I’m really thankful for you.” their words made pavitr flush, “ aw you’re too sweet.. do you need help getting shown around mumbattan, as well?” pavitr spoke, offering his arm to [name], a giggle left their lips as they linked their own arm with pavitr’s.

“ i guess I do.”

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“ this is where the traffic is..”

“ this is also where the traffic is.”

“ there’s traffic here too!”

“ and this is where the british stole all of our stuff!”

pavitr’s voice sounded more forceful in tone than anything at the last sentence, his voice had cracked and everything, [name] played with the end of their hair, they felt their heart pound in their chest as pavitr explained historical events that happened in the city they stayed in, it made [name] feel more connected with the city; knowing some of the things that happened.. not everything they didn’t think pavitr had time for it..

but the sheer thought alone of pavitr taking time out of his day.. just to.. show them around made their heart race nearly a mile a minute.

hearing his voice was everything.. it made them feel all.. magical inside, a smile made its way to [name]’s face, the thoughts of how they’d thank pavitr coming to mind. “ is this the end of the tour?” [name] asked softly, the two teenagers walking side by side, “ yeah.. that’s pretty much it.” pavitr shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, “ you want me to walk you home?”

was he always this nice? the thought that a boy that didn’t want anything but be nice.. and be their friend made them feel giddy inside, with a nod of their head [name] began to take the lead for once, and led pavitr to their home

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a thank you.. was needed, to [name] anyway.. a thank you that went so much more further than words, a gesture needed to be performed that let pavitr know he was appreciated for the time he spent with them the previous day.

“ here..” [name] shoved a sweet potato pie into his hands; it was something they learned from the years of watching their grandmother make it for thanksgiving. “ as a thank you..” their head was down, as they spoke. pavitr pulled the aluminum foil back for a moment to take a peek, the smell of the wonderful pie hit his nose.. he let out a soft giggle

no one had never done this for him, “ thank you.” he couldn’t be happier, his heart was pounding in his chest as he looked back at the person in front of him. “ no.. this is a thank you for what you did for me yesterday..” [name] said, looking into the eyes of pavitr. “ you didn’t have to do that.. but you did and it was so sweet of you. “ [name] held their hands behind their back, a shy smile tugging at their lips

pavitr kept looking at the pie in front of him, it smelled delicious and he couldn’t wait to dig in as soon as he could..

“ thank you..”

that was a gesture to remember

for the both of them

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