Sneak Peak

Sneak peak

NEW SHOT- MUST FREAKING READ

HOBIE X READER X MILES

(WHY CHOOSE)

based of: (not mine!!) @dixonsflwr

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Sneak Peak of my next shot!

'Hear Me Out'

42!Miles x Y/n

Implied 1610!Miles\\

(am really trying for GN!reader)

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Burn For You

Miles x Y/n

hurt/comfort(?)

fluff

Background (Miles and I were set on a mission together, we had to pretend to be dating and it was starting to feel real, now it was the night before they returned to HQ)

Y/Ns PoV

"I requested a seperate room" He spoke, apologeticly

"Yes", I muttered acknowledging him, he shifted on his feet "I should-" he started "Yes" I said turning away from him, "Yes" he replied leaving swiftly, I closed the door with a heavy sigh.

I paced as I contemplated my feelings, I think I love Miles, he makes me feel beautiful, thats the problem... he loves Gwen, everyother spiderman always loves Gwen.

Noone's PoV

Miles, too was pacing for different reasons, 'I've loved her since Miguel brought her in, since the moment our eyes locked as she greeted everyone...But she does not love me, i almost thought she did, this mission -Miguels almost evil for it- showed me a side of her I have never meet, a side I adore' he thought, as he quicked his pace, the tux he wore hugged his biceps as he raised his hands to his face to wipe it painstakingly.

Both they're pacing stopped, at the exact same time, in the exact same spot, as if they were in the same room, closure they both needed it, Miles was quick to her door, just as she opened the door to step out.

"I-" He started, cut off by he opening the door wider and muttering 'come in' almost bashful."I- we should head to dinner, I saw a chinse place across the roa-" He suggested, wanting to ease the tension -beating around the bush-.

"I do not want any dinner!" She was angry, rightfully so, Miles had avoided her each night after leaving the mission sight, like she didn't matter, like...he didn't care.

"I have spent the last few nights, wanting to be alone with you, wanting to talk to you, wanting to know!" she mumbles the last part as if he shouldn't hear, he stays silent, not knowing what to say or do, "I understand...that you do not want to talk to me, that am annoying, we should get that ch-" she answers for him, "Bug!- that is not what I want...you are mistaken" He uses the nickname he gave her, to mask as the perfect couple, it felt wrong to part with it so easily.

"Miles...you have avoided me after each mission....you've said but a few words to me-" she says, her lip quivers slightly, "To keep myself from saying the wrong things" He gestures to his mouth as he speaks, "You cant even look me in the eye-" hanging her head as if she realized a cruel fate, "I can't bring myself to when all I see is pain I caused", he's deafeated, fighting himself from lifting your head.

"I am the one who forced you into that position" she argues, "No- I forced you" He clarifies, "I have spent the last nights in agony, cause I knew you wanted nothing to do with me, I made this mission difficult and long and it was just a Recon" miles wiped his hand against him chin, "It was supposed to be easy, fake date in, break up and you collect info after flirting with the Target, No strings attached and yet-" he chokes.

"and yet-...this could not be anymore different, is that what you hoped to say?" she finished, lifting her head to gaze in his eyes, any hope she had for her feelings slowly disappearing as she turned away from him, "Chinese sounds good, we should head out-" she changes the subjected as she picks an oufit from her suitcase.

"Everything i said at the club was true", his words came out, abruptly, she turned to face him, but before she spoke "I cannot stop thinking of you....from the mornings you wake, to the evenings you sleep, to the dreams you inhabit…my thoughts of you never end. I am yours, Bug. I have always been yours." he speaks the truth, whats in his heart.

She blinks once, twice, "I don't understand" more as a statement, she does understand, she just doesn't believe it.  "I do not know how to be any more clear!" Miles says, frustrated as to how he can explain his feelings, no, feeling.

" Don't get angry!" she counters, "I am not angry." "I…You look angry...look at you, you're flushed." "Yes, that is what happens." "When your is angry?!" She shouts, "When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!", He finally shouts, "You… burn for me?", she's confused, what about Gwen.

"Why do you think I got jealous?" he questions to answer the unspoken question, "Why do you think I made you jealous?" she murmurs "If you would have only looked at me this week for longer than two seconds, you would have seen...It is you I cannot endure-" He's cut off, "I Burn For You" she finishes for him, for them, for eachother.

They lean into eachother, as they're lips meet it speaks volumes, passionately,  everything they needed to say, I Burn for You, always.

A/N

yelp hope u like it

xoxo,

Bee -KC-

'Hear Me Out' Masterlist

CHAPTER ONE: NO SHIT

CHAPTER TWO: DETAILS

CHAPTER THREE: NO HABLA ENGLAS

CHAPTER FOUR:

CHAPTER FIVE:

Loss of you

Oneshot, supershort

Miguel Ohara x reader

TW: Angst\no comfort, domestic relationship, implied starvation(??), (minor)major? Character death

Miguel O'hara, the perfect husband, with the perfect wife, Y/N L/N. They're marriage was is perfect, soulmates. She made his coffee perfect, no sugar, with lots of cream, perfect. He braided her hair, on Wednesday, always on Wednesday. They read books aloud together, and traded bookmarks, except her favourite one. They cooked dinner together, together always.

It's gotten colder now, the coffees black, hollow. Wednesdays seem dull, and bleed into other days. Her bookmark hasn't moved from the desk, collecting dusk. He hardly eats dinner, how could he, he lost his life line, his anchor. Grief followed him like a dark cloud, flowers seemed to welt in his presence, his family always called, but you can only do so much. He wasn't used to it, no, he'd never get used to being alone, living wasn't worth it, if Y/n only haunted him.