you and miguel have different definitions of the same word. he finally gives in to temptation —featuring a cranky but lovesick miguel and a flirty, head-in-the-clouds spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested here. fem!reader, 3k
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This has to be your favourite song in the whole world.
You sit in the hall beside the entrance to Miguel’s office (this week, you’re thinking you might call it The Bedroom, on account of all the magic happening inside), headphones on, a bottle of lemonade beside you.
Today has the makings of a great day. You’re at the Spider Society headquarters and not at home, for starters, and one of the Peter Parkers you’d made friends with in the med-wing saw you this morning and recognised you, which is brilliant because he looked super similar to every other Peter Parker you’ve met. He offered to help you fix your rinky-dink headphones, and now they’re working again and loud enough to cover the sound of Spider Chatter, even with your enhanced senses.
What’s more, Miguel has finally emerged from his dormitory, and he’s walking toward you looking confused. That’s a step up from unhappy.
He asks you something.
“What? I can’t hear you."
He says something else. You shake your head, music too loud to catch even a hint of what he’s saying, and Miguel eventually crouches down to push your headphones around your neck. He’s surprisingly gentle.
forgive me for what is likely a basic ass request but... steve has a crush on eddie's best friend? smut optional but encouraged :) (love, j.d. aka mypoisonedvine)
summary: steve harrington took extra care to avoid the local freaks of hawkins. having shared custody of a fourteen-year-old forced him into a bitter friendship with one, he’s steadfast in his refusal to befriend the other. that is, until you start working at the groove beside family video. steve claims he only fell for you because you tripped him. (17k)
pairing: steve harrington / eddie’s bff!reader
tags: strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, protective eddie, canon divergence TW swearing, bullying, some smooching, talks of insecurities, reader is doubtful of steve’s intentions because steve used to be a dick <3
a/n: this request has been sitting in my inbox for ages. ages, i tell you! i wrote the outline the day it was sent in and ended up turning the blurb request into a full on 30k+ word fic. i’m sorry for the wait j.d. (and to everyone else who’s been waiting patiently for me to put this out). i quite literally put my heart, soul, pussy, and so, so many hours into this. please enjoy! feedback is always appreciated! xoxo
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Something happens and I’m head over heels.
It would be a total disservice to call you Eddie’s best friend.
It wouldn’t even feel right to call you his platonic soulmate or his sister from another dimension. Not when the two of you are essentially an extension of the same human being. It’s a twin flame on steroids — your mirrored souls make the rest of Hawkins believe in some sort of higher power. There’s no way it wasn’t destiny that placed the two of you together at exactly the right place, at exactly the right time.
Your entwined spirits could’ve been a beautiful thing.
It’s too bad you’re both total fucking freaks.
Unfortunately, being a couple of metalheads who spend their free time creating fantastical worlds in silly little board games hasn’t become cool yet — for some sad, strange reason. It leaves you and Eddie as the town’s token social pariahs. The kind of misfits you only spot when you care enough to look — laughing too loudly at the lunch table or sharing a cigarette in the alleyway between school buildings.
The kind of weirdos who get your attention without trying. The kind that people only look at when they need something to make fun of.
With that being said, everything Steve knew about you came from the people that hated you.
miguel can’t control himself when you get hurt in the field —a ficlet featuring an irritated (lovesick) miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but containsspoilers. requested here, fem!reader, 2.5k
tw. fighting, injury, blood
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Miguel watches the screen in front of him unhappily.
“Spider-Girl,” he says. Two people answer him. He sighs. “Y/N,” he amends, “you’re being reckless."
The little droid camera that follows you around circles your head as you swing from one place to another. "I’m being good,” you deny.
Miguel would never tell you this, but he loves how you speak. Sure, almost every word you say annoys him, but the cadence of your voice is melodic and addictive at once. And Miguel knows you’re nice to everyone, but it’s him alone that has you speaking so softly.
You do it to torture him, he’s sure.
“You’re doing well, but you’d be better if you didn’t free fall for so long. Mechanical failure can happen at any minute,” Miguel says.
“Then one of the others will catch me."
"And if there’s no team member close by? I’m supposed to come and scrape you off of the sidewalk?"
"Miguel,” you say gently. He can tell what mood you’re in today. “They have people for that."
"Could you just do as I asked you to?"
"Ah, but you haven’t asked me anything."
"Please,” he says, “focus on the task at hand, and use your webs cautiously."
You make a chirping sound that feels more laughter than affirmation, but you do as he requests, reducing the length of time between each web shot. You’re in New York, Earth-1844, attempting to send home an unhappy Doc Ock variant whose mechanical arms are immensely technologically advanced, even when compared to Nueva York’s futurism.
the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high —a ficlet featuring a grumpy miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but containsspoilers. fem!reader, 1k
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Miguel has asked you multiple times to leave him alone while he’s working. The strike force can’t run itself (or so he claims —Margo and Lyla seem plenty capable, in your eyes) and he needs time and solitude to organise the protection of canon events, and—
“Blah, blah, blah,” you say, dropping your voice to a soft, teasing melody as you skirt around his frankly audaciously jacked chest.
“Don’t blah, blah, blah me,” Miguel says. You’d be intimidated if you weren’t so happy to mess with him. “I’m not kidding around."
Okay, maybe you are intimidated. That just makes messing with him more fun.
The room he operates from, as you’ve so fondly monikered The Office, is in organised chaos, and much too dark. You drag a lone chair toward his control panel and set yourself down in front of all his screens and computers.
"Ooh,” you hum, reaching for an unlabelled switch with a purposeful slowness.
Predictably, Miguel slams his hand over yours, yanking your chair back with an annoyed, “No."
Hiiii!! Can I request a hobie brown x fem reader where the hobie swings by the readers room and just cuddles with her because he’s tired from patrol and the reader loves it because he only has a soft spot for her! And it’s just very fluffy!
Summary: Hobie didn’t realize how strung out he was until a certain someone crosses his mind.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: MINOR SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS
A/N: I tried writing in a fem reader and then realized as I was writing I neglected that. I tried going back it but it felt forced, I hope this still suffices!
It felt like he never slept.
When could he afford too? It seemed like every step forward he took in taking down Osborn and his regime, they took three. Every running start he had they moved the finish line.
It was exhausting to be honest.
And now on top of his own problems on his earth, this stupid watch wouldn’t stop beeping with anomalies that needed taking down and tethering back to their Earths.
Hobie could feel the bags forming under his already painted ones.
