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Sero Hanta I miss your freaky little tape dispenser elbows so much

god i need to write. i have no inspo

★﹒₊‧ the golden retriever boyfriends that would do this trend like this

↻ yamaguchi, nishinoya, lev, oikawa, tendo, atsumu

AYO WHAT THE HELL JUST DROPPED ?

bro has two cars and he chooses to commute 😭 environmentally conscious king

After a few busy days, I take a quick sketch break!

Reasons why Tsukishima and I would never work out:

1.- He would make me cry

are you a lightweight nanami..?

ac: matchapichai

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A request where Miguel’s daughter and miles are a thing but maybe like a rivalry to lovers typa trope

♱ — DON'T CALL ME THAT

pairing: e!1610!miles x afrolatina!fem!reader genre: enemies to lovers warnings: minor violence, make-out session guest stars: miguel o'hara, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, peter & mayday parker now playing: puppet - tyler, the creator CHARACTERS ARE AGED TO 17

summary: miguel was your adoptive father. you were lucky enough to also be granted with spider-like abilities, but miguel refused to let you actually go into battle and such for your own safety. you were cool with a lot of people but there was one in particular that you were taught to hate.

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It was around two o'clock in the morning when you snuck out of your penthouse. You knew it was wrong but you felt you had every right to do it, especially when you feel trapped in your own home all the time.

You never got out. You were raised to think the outside world was dangerous and that everything you'll ever encounter was out to get you. Better yet, kill you.

Tangled was your favorite movie because you related to it on a deeper later, though you never thought of your father as Mother Gothel. It was rude of you to compare your father to a villain.

Your father, Miguel, was also out on patrol and you knew exactly who he was with. Your only friends, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr. You would sometimes a feel a matter of resentment towards your father.

He got to go out and have all the fun while you stayed at home in your room all day. Whenever you got bored, you'd spend your time designing your own spider suit.

You knew the day would come when you'd finally be able to do what your father does, but you never knew when. Your spider suit was coloured white and pastel blue.

Once you crawled your way to the top of the building you slipped on your mask before taking a big leap off. In the midst of falling you closed your eyes, adoring the breeze.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you knew what you were doing was morally wrong, but it excited you. You're no longer a kid, you're tired of being kept a secret.

From the distance you seen minor explosions. That was where your father and friends were. You knew that because of how far they were, you'd be fine.

Suddenly, you felt a tingle. This tingle caught you completely off guard in the midst of swinging from building to building. With that, you fell into an alley and landed pretty hard.

You heard footsteps approaching behind you and immediately you turned around frightened by this, webbing them to the wall. This alley was dimly lit so it was hard to make out who or what you had just webbed.

"I see why your dad doesn't let you fight," the voice laughed.

You stormed up to the person webbed and ripped off their mask. All of your previous tension was eased when you noticed it was just Miles Morales, your sworn enemy.

"Hi mami," he smirked.

Miles was somebody you were taught to hate and stay away from, vice versa. But gosh, why did the person you declared your enemy have to be so damn attractive?

From his hair, to his eyes, to his entire face to his voice—you loved it all. You loved the way he spoke to you. Nothing but a light touch sends chills down your spine.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"Quit liking it then," he says with that same stupid smirk.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyes, locking eyes with the boy. His low eyes could burn holes into your skin with the way that he was looking at you.

He magically came undone out of the webs and started walking up to you, backing you up into the wall behind you. His hands slowly slid around your waist.

His left hand reached for your mask, slowly ripping it off your head and smiled when he was met with your actual face.

"You look so beautiful, ma," he muttered under his breath.

"I said don't call me that."

He chuckled, "You love when I call you that."

Your hand was yet to slap him across the face but before you could, he webbed it to the wall. You grew furious, but you were weakening at his touch.

"Bite me," you snapped.

"Gladly."

You couldn't use your other hand to push him as he was being sneaky and already webbed it. So you resorted to using your entire body to push him but failed miserably.

Miles smirked once again. He begins inching closer towards you, immediately aiming for your neck where he'd then starts kissing along it. He took 'bite me' literally.

"Don't leave marks," you mumble and you feel him smiling against your neck.

You knew he wasn't going to listen to you. He rarely ever does. You were growing weaker for him by the second and you hated it, but deep down you secretly loved it.

"Don't tell me what to do, mi vida," he replies against your neck.

"But-"

"I don't care," is all he says.

You were going to speak, but were then cut off when he nips at a certain spot that makes you shiver and let out a small, involuntary moan.

Miles focuses on that spot for some time, sucking and nipping until he pulls back to admire his work. He smirks in satisfaction when he sees the mark beginning to form, then lets his eyes meet yours.

"We shouldn't be doing this, loco," you mumble.

Miles cocks an eyebrow, "I disagree. You want this just as much as I do, so we should."

You remained silent. You couldn't argue with that logic. When you don't say anything in protest, Miles takes this as the chance to lean in and connect your lips.

His hands were rested on your hips while your lips moved in perfect sync. Your hands broke out of the webs and you finally pushed him off of you, trying to catch your breath.

You internally blush when you see the way Miles is staring at you, his eyes seeming a darker brown than usual.

"What?"

"I told you to quit with the flirty shit," you replied annoyedly, wiping the excess gloss off of your lips.

"Yeah, but then you kissed me. Mixed signals, preciosa," he smirks.

You rolled your eyes before looking up and getting an idea. With that, you swung your way to the top of the building you previously fell from. It wasn't that high, but it was a great escape from Miles.

Your stomach was still filled with butterflies from the kiss you had just shared with him. It kind of made you smile a bit too, but you immediately shrugged it off when you caught yourself in the act.

When you landed in an area surrounded by trees, you were sure you escaped. You hid behind one of the trees looking out into the distance, positive that Miles had no idea where you went.

"You know, you're really bad at this," Miles chuckled.

You turned around startled at the fact that he was standing right behind you.

"God, I really fucking hate you," you mumble.

"I love you too, mami."

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say in a low voice as you get in his face, trying with everything you have to not look at his lips.

God, those lips.

"I still think you like it," he replies and stands his ground, not breaking the intense eye contact being shared as you try to stare him down.

Even though your mind is screaming not to, your eyes drift down to those magnificent pair of lips that have been infesting your thoughts since you shared that kiss earlier.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me again," he says smugly and you deeply felt defeated and wanted to say yes, but still, you stood your ground.

With that, you kick him in the stomach and make a run for it. You were stood in the middle of the road, certain that you got away. Suddenly you were blinded by lights and put your hands to your eyes to see what it was.

You were pulled away from the road by a web and immediately were wrapped in Miles' embrace. You watched as the speeding car drove away into the distance.

"Fuck ma, you scared me!"

"Shut up! I knew that was gonna happen...you're the one that's not supposed to be here," you lied.

You remove yourself from his embrace and continue to walk and like a puppy, Miles followed behind you. The sound of your fathers voice began to get closer.

You immediately turned around, pulling Miles along to hide with you in the nearest bush. You knew you were fucked when you heard him nearby.

You were fucked the moment you looked next you, seeing as Miles was again staring you down with hearts practically forming in his eyes.

Your father would've killed not only him but you too, considering the fact that he's always warned you about Miles. You began panicking. You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

Miles watched the look of worry appear on your face and pulled you closer to him. You didn't care about a single thing at the moment. You rested your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat instantly calming you down.

Your father was stood right in front of the bush you and Miles hid in. Your eyes drifted down to his feet and noticed your mask in front of his feet.

Your hands flew to your mouth. You hoped he wouldn't look down to see it. From afar you noticed Hobie looking directly at the two of you, even noticing the mask in front of your fathers feet.

With that, Hobie quickly and quietly used his webs to bring the mask towards him. Your father quickly ran off, continuing his battle with the others.

Hobie sprinted over to the bush where you two then stood up looking incredibly guilty.

"Y/n you're insane for this, but big ups to you going against your fathers wishes. I don't believe in obedience," he chuckled.

"I always knew you guys had a thing, but this confirmed it," Pavitr blurted out, startling you and Miles.

Hobie's eyes drifted down to your neck where he sees the mark that Miles had left previously and was going in to touch it when Miles' arms wrapped around you.

"You should make your way home, mama. We'll take it from here," he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek that you immediately wiped off.

"Yeah, make your way home and get a cold spoon," Hobie joked, earning a web to his mouth from you.

Hobie and Pavitr both ran away, leaving you and Miles alone once again. Miles gave you one last kiss before backing up to go into battle with the others.

"Oh and mama, leave the window open. I'll come see you tonight!" He shouted before swinging off into the distance.

<3 !!!

“ your hero ” [ izuku midoriya ]

╰┈➤ pairing: spiderman!deku x gn!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: mention of being followed/stalked, reader ends up bruised.

╰┈➤ word-count: 852

╰┈➤ a/n: a very vauge- not the most well done spiderman!au to attempt and quell my brainrot. this is all rambles and probably makes no sense.

Izuku wished he'd been more careful- wished he'd thought more.

He wasn't thinking at all, though. All he could hear was the sound of your voice- how scared you'd seemed when you called him. The fast beat of your heart as you hurried back from the corner store. He should've already been with you. Shouldn't have let you go alone. He was sore and tired from patrol, so you went alone. His fault. He didn't think when he found you. He just wanted to get you away from the threat.

It's all he can think about on his way back to his apartment, one hand tangled in webbing and the other buried in your jacket, holding you flush against his chest. He knows how painful the trip must be for you- trying his best to soften the landings and not swing too harshly around corners.

And you don't want to make him feel worse, you can see the trembling of his chin under bright spandex, but you can't help the yelps that escape when he lands too roughly on a roof. He mumbles apologies every second, clutching you tight as tears begin to bubble on his lashes.

You also can't help the heavy sigh of relief when you're finally at his building, sat on his plush bed and your head stops rushing. Izuku refuses to look at you, pulling your shirt over your head to bare your wounds. "It could be worse," you offer. You can't tell his expression, but he ignores you, worrying over the little splotches of purple and red.

"I'm- I-," you know his lower lips wobbling even if you can't see it. The fabric covering his nose heaves with his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, honey- I should've," Izuku kneels between your knees, frantically ripping the mask from his face. You're met with the expression you expected, glassy and guilty. You can see all the worries, the blame, swirling around his skull.

"I shouldn't have gone with you, 'zuku- it's my fault." You wish your breath was a little more even, "it's always dangerous this time of night. I didn't listen to-"

He huffs roughly, staring pointedly at your feet, "I still didn't come with you." You let out a shaky breath, grappling for his hands and squeezing down. "I let you go alone, didn't I?" You can feel his fingers trembling under your own, pulling him up to sit on the bed next to you. "I'm sorry."

"I told you I'm- fuck- okay." Your breath hitches under a new wave of pain. Your ribs throb- definitely bruised, you grasp harder at Izuku's hands.

He watches you helplessly from his seat, flexing gloved fingers, "I'm so sorry." Tears begin to track over his freckled cheeks, "I'm sorry."

You catch his jaw in your palms, "I'm fine, baby. It could be worse, trust me." You can tell the reassurance doesn't mean much to him. He's still staring down at his hands and pushing back tears.

"I shouldn't have pushed you out of the way," he whimpers. "What if something worse had happened?" He worries, lip caught between his teeth, "I could've really hurt you. Or worse and it would've been my fau-"

"Izuku Midoriya," his eyes snap to yours, widened and glassy. "That dude could have killed me, okay?" You watch his jaw clench- green eyes sharpening suddenly. "You did what you thought was best. You removed me from the threat. You did a good job, okay?"

He nods at you, forces a tight smile- but you can tell he doesn't mean it. It's like he thinks you're lying to him- that you hate him, deep down. Like you're going to leave the second he turns around. But you're not.

"Izuku, look at me," you tug him closer to you, palms cradling tear-streaked cheeks. "You did what was right. You protected the civilian, you caught the assailant, you saved me. That's what you've always wanted to do, what you've dreamed of. That's what you did." A smile finally tugs at his lips again and he nods, sweat-slicked curls bouncing. He slumps against you when you pull him into you, nosing into your neck.

"You know I love you, right?" He hums, pressing a kiss to the juncture of your neck. "Good. 'Cause in the nicest, most loving way possible- I need an icepack and you need a shower."

He huffs a laugh, pulling back to press a short kiss to your lips, "m'kay. I'll be right back, okay- try to stay sitting up, hon."

"You act like I'm dying, 'Zuku," you squeeze his hand. "I'm just a little banged up."

Izuku frowns, cupping the side of your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. "Pinky promise?"

You huff a laugh, staring at his extended finger before uniting it with yours, "pinky promise." The smile that breaks across his face makes your heart hurt.