Do I Have A Type? Or Is It Just Pavitr Prabhakar?

Do I have a type? Or is it just Pavitr Prabhakar?

Pavitr Bust

If y’all use him as ur icon pls credit thx

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

FINALS IS ABOUT 2 WEEKS! SHITT!!!

LOVING HIM SO MUCH! EVEN MORE AFTER THE TIMESKIP

"Take it off"

"No"

"y/n"

"I said no way!"

"But I said I'll give ya mine to wear!"

You glare at osamu, pulling the jacket tight around you.

"You're only sayin' that because ya don't want me to wear the fukuroudani one. remember when i asked to wear yours yesterday??"

Atsumu speaks up from behind his overly dramatic brother. "If I remember correctly, ya were all like 'Sorry, its cold and I hafta be in top condition for tomorrow's game."

"I didn't mean it like that! If you really wanted it you should have told me instead of stealing someone else's!"

You gasp. "Ya little- for your information I did not steal this, idiot 'samu. Unlike someone, I was offered this jacket outta concern fer my health!"

"Yeah well tell that damn fukuroudani setter ya don't need his jacket anymore 'cus you have yer boyfriend's. Who represents a superior school."

"That last part was so unnecessary." you roll your eyes before dodging osamu's attemtps to pull the jacket off of you.

"Stay still and stop acting so coy, I'm giving it to ya!" you dance away from his fingertips, sticking out your tongue at him. You keep the charade up a little longer before relenting.

He all but chucks the jacket from your frame, throwing it into an unassuming Atsumu's face, before slipping his off and around your shoulders.

"I know I say I don't really like sharin' clothes but if it's you, I guess I don't really mind." Osamu mumbles quietly as he fumbles a little with the zip before pulling it to your chin.

"Heh, jealously looks good on you, 'samu." You grin widely, your plan a success. Not that there was any doubt. He was truly whipped for you.

Osamu groans because he realizes he's just been played. "Are ya fer real right-"

"No take backs now! I'll see ya after the game my big onigiri!" You say gleefully, running away to the stands.

And Osamu feels his face burn in embarrassment as you yell your private endearment for him in front of the hundreds of spectators in the stands.

He was really going to give you a piece of his mind after the game.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Go Eunhyuk X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: Eunhyuk wants your food

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: make out, slightly suggestive

"ENJOY YOUR FOOD," your delivery guy said, you give a small nod to the delivery guy before closing the door.

You hummed your favourite song in happiness, you wanted to treat yourself after the hardworking you've done. Self rewarding yourself with your favourite food.

You moan in delight when the familiar flavor of your food touches your mouth, thanking the chef who made this food wishing him to have a long generation for him or her in the future.

"What are you eating?"

You barely look at him before stuffing your mouth with the food.

"(Your fav food)." You replied with your legs swinging happily like a child receiving a balloon.

"What's this? You only bought one?" Eunhyuk ask looking at the bag to find it empty and noticed there's only 1 take away tray on the the table, "What about me? You didn't think of your boyfriend?"

He leans to the counter with his whole body facing your joyful face, your stuffed cheeks reminds him of a squirrel.

"You already eat remember?" You shove another mouthful into your mouth.

"When?"

"A moment ago when you came after going out."

He push his body from the counter with a push from his hip, and walking around and standing behind you. Leaning down to your shoulder, putting his head on your neck, "Give me a bite." You can feel his hot breathe hitting the crook of your neck.

You shake your head, "No."

He nuzzle his head to your neck even more at your reply, "Just one small bite," his voice was a bit muffled.

"Nooooo" you teased him. Taking another spoonful bite, mocking him.

"Wow really? You're so childish." He scoff at your face. You just shrug your shoulder taking more bites of your food with a very punch able face. Mocking him.

"Fine then." He grumble, he pulled away. You hold back a grin thinking he gave up on asking a bite.

The moment you swallowed your food, a palm was placed behind your head and turn your head to the side, your lips meeting his lips roughly.

His other hand snakes it way from your waist bringing it up to your cheek, they were rough but with a hint of gentleness. Each time your lips moved against his, your breathe was stolen from you. He pressed you to him.

You slowly melted into him, his hand on the back of your head rubbing your head. You shuddered at his touch.

His lips moving to the side and pulling away, his hand immediately snatch the spoon from your hand and take a huge bite from your food. He hummed at the taste, "This is good." He says with his mouth full before walking away.

You just sit there in shock and face hot, did he just randomly make out with you for a bite?

"THIEF!" you shout, ears blowing fuse.

The things he do.

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I miss writing, this came up on my head randomly had ti quickly write this before it's gone.

BAGAGSFAHAHAHHAJASH I WANT TO HUG HIM

𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter wants to be babied.

𝘄/𝗰: 0.5k

𝗮/𝗻: hey guys!! it has been nearly a year since i’ve last written and i just wanna say i’m sorry for leaving for so long </3 please do bear with me, this may not be that good judging by how long it’s been since i’ve last written. i hope you enjoy though! also for everyone who has requested something, i haven’t forgotten about you! i’m getting to those soon :)

“please hold me” 

it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.

“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.

“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.

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