ATSV HEADCANON: They Have A Crush On You . . .

ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆

warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any!

word count - 2122

☆ . . . miles morales

I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.

If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.

Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.

He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)

Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.

He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3

"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."

☆ . . . gwen stacy

She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.

Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.

She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.

You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.

She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.

You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.

"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."

☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar

It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).

You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.

He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.

There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.

A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)

He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.

He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...

"a person so beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."

☆ . . . hobie brown

What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.

I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.

Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.

He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.

When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)

Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."

Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.

"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."

☆ . . . miguel o' hara

You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.

Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.

He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.

He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.

He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.

If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Can i kiss you?"

omg i hope you guys liked it! requests are still open btw and thank you for reading! <3

The sillies

calling || miles morales

"Hey there Juliet," he called out to you, his mask half pulled up showing off a smirk, albeit a nervous one.

You didn't respond, only rolling your eyes and increasing the volume of your music as you continued to summarise your notes on your desk.

If he could ignore you, you could ignore him too.

"Come on babe," he begged, clumsily pulling off his mask and making his way into your room, shutting the window once he was fully inside.

He pauses for a second, waiting for you to respond. But you don't, your back was turned towards him and you were making a show of twirling your pen between your fingers.

Sighing, Miles's eyes flicked around your room as he thought of what else to say. Spider-business wasn't the best excuse for ignoring you, in fact it wasn't even an excuse. He promised to update you no matter what, it was the only thing you asked of him once you found out of his spidery situation.

The thought of that only made him feel worse. It didn't help that his eyes landed on the framed picture on your bookshelf, and he couldn't help but walk towards it.

It wasn't that old of a picture, it was only taken a couple months ago. One of your schoolmates had taken it, which one, he couldn't remember right now. He was too distracted by what looking at the picture made him feel.

You were both in your uniforms, slightly dishevelled from a day full of quizzes. You were sitting in your usual seat, head looking off to the side with a tired expression on your face, cheeks puffed and lips jutting out. And he stood up behind you, bent down slightly, arm resting on your head and chin on his arm. He looked equally tired, maybe even more so. Eyes drooping, mouth open, and sweat on his brow.

Miles chuckled at how stupid he looked, before his gaze ran down to his hand that rested on your shoulder in the picture. Your hand was on top of his, and he remembered how your thumb ran across his knuckles as you both sat. You were both so tired at that moment, yet so content. He didn't notice that his gloved hand had reached out to touch the part of the picture where your hands met.

He was only one movement away when your voice stopped him.

"What are you still doing here," your voice pulled him away from the picture, making him turn to you.

Your arms were crossed against your chest, and a scowl played itself on your lips. Despite your look however, he saw that red that rimmed your eyes.

And that hurt him the most.

"Hello, earth to Miles," your voice caught his attention once more, drawing his own voice. Sadly, that voice didn't come with coherent thought.

"Um, hi," he said, cursing himself in his head, making you scoff once more.

"Hi, is that all you have to say for yourself Miles?" You growled, walking two steps towards him.

"30 messages, 8 missed calls. And all you have to fucking say is hi?"

He cringed as your voice boomed against your walls, and you were glad that your roommate was gone for the week. You had a lot to say, you had a lot to say for a while now. And now looking at him after all this time, was the final nail in the coffin.

"You know when you told me you were the new Spiderman I was shocked. I mean who wouldn't be," you began to pace the room and his eyes watched your every step.

"One day your boyfriend's your boyfriend, and the next he's a masked vigilante who goes out risking his life every night. And I get it, I understand why you do it Miles." You sighed, looking at him for a split second before continuing your trek.

"I understand why you do it, I admire it even. That's why I didn't stop you, hell I don't have the right to stop you. But all I asked was that you tell me what's going on. You tell me that you're okay, you tell me if you can't make something, you tell me if you're alive."

Pausing again, you turned to face him fully, and it pained you to see the look on his face. But still you continued, taking a step closer to him.

"The first seven times you kept me in the dark Miles, I was worried sick. But I understood why, I forgave you even. Sometimes you're too preoccupied, sometimes you're too tired, sometimes you're too hurt to respond. I understood all those things, I understood that some things are just more important."

You took in breath, uncrossing your arms and bringing them to your sides. Clenching your fists ever so slightly.

"But I can only understand so much Miles." And that's when your voice and his heart began to break.

"I'm tired of waiting on you. I'm tired of worrying about you and wondering if you're safe. It hurts so much Miles, sometimes it's not even like I'm waiting for you to respond. It's like I'm waiting on a ghost."

You take a few more steps towards him, till you were both only one step apart. It took a couple seconds for you to do it, but you locked eyes with him.

"I love you Miles," you breathed.

"I really do, but this," you gestured between you two.

"It's breaking me, and as much as I love you, as much as I want to keep waiting, I can't. I can't, not anymore."

"What are you trying to say?" He finally spoke up, taking the last step towards you.

"I'm saying that it's over Miles."

His eyes went wide at this, and his hands moved to gently grip your hands. He was so surprised you didn't pull away.

"You can't be serious mi amor" he said, bringing your hands to his lips to kiss them. Ever so gently, it was like your heart was breaking all over again.

"I didn't know you felt like this. Please let me fix this," he begged, searching your eyes for whatever hope he could find.

"I don't think there's anything to fix ligaya." You held his gaze, thinking that this would be the last that nickname left your lips.

"And you did know. At least I tried to let you know. Every time it happened, I'd tell you how I felt. And you'd promise that it would never happen again. But it did."

"I just can't anymore Miles, I'm sorry," you said, for the last time, pulling your hands away from him, walking back to your desk.

Miles stood there, mouth agape as he watched you sit back down, putting your earphones in and picking up your pen. He didn't stop you, because he knew you were right.

He remembered all the times you told him how worried you were, how scared you were, with his face gently resting in your hands. And he remembered that he did make those promises, and broke every single one.

He heard you, screaming out and calling to him, everytime. And as he put his mask back on and made his way out your window.

He knew it was all his fault.

-> 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

miles morales x reader

-> miles having a crush on a bakery worker!! r y'all soulmates or what? (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

-> idea was cute and also i just [re]watched both movies so plz send requests pretty please >__< !! totally not inspired by the song she lives on my block by chicano batman

"miles! can you pick up the—" rio, miles' mother, called from the kitchen, she was currently on the phone with someone as she was cooking.

"the cake? yeah i got it!" he unintentionally interrupted his mom while he walked downstairs putting his jacket on. his footsteps on the stairs making a squeaking sound as he traveled down.

"aye, this boy. be quick, your father will be home soon!" she ushered miles out the door, father's day was today and they wanted to do something special for him.

just before he exits his apartment he grabs his bag, waving 'bye' to his mom. he runs as quickly as he can down the stairs so he can reach the bakery faster. he contemplates putting his suit on and swinging to the location instead but he didn't feel like changing.

miles puts his headphones on and saunters hurriedly through the crowds of people that seemed to come out of nowhere. he sees some people he knows and waves to them, making small conversations with some. just as he reaches the bakery door, he checks himself out in one of the windows.

'i got this,' he thinks as he fixes his outfit and hair in the mirror. his thoughts stop as one of the workers sprays cleaner on the window, wiping the area where his face was. they looked at him confused with an eyebrow raised and all he could respond with was an awkward smile, before walking in.

he shoves his hands in his pocket and walks towards the register where you were working, you looked up from the cash you were counting and instead, at him. he looks at you with lidded eyes as he leaned on the counter, smiling at you. not sure what the hell he was doing you asked,

"uh miles, do you need something?"

his expression changes and his normal happy expression was back, "oh, yeah! i'm here to pick up a cake for rio morales?"

"alright!" you proceeded into the back to look for a cake with the label rio morales, who you recognized to be miles' mom, who came in every once in while

as he saw you walk away he face palmed. 'what am i doing!? i can't do this.' he was sweating so bad, he just really liked you, if that wasn't obvious already. the other worker saw how nervous he was and walked up to him.

"miles."

"huh—? how do you know my name?" he questioned.

"same physics class? i sit next to you. . . ?" the worker said, slightly annoyed.

"oh yeah, yeah, i remember."

"you're trying too hard."

"excuse me?"

"you like (name) right?" worker dude, miles' forgotten classmate, states in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "they like you too, trust, just be you, man."

"okay, i got the cake, sorry it took kinda long, we have a ton of other orders." you laughed a bit at the end of your sentence as miles turned away from worker dude, who went back to cleaning.

"nah it's good, uh, totally random question…but are you free next sunday?" he says, taking the dessert from your hands.

"yeah," you said rather quietly before clearing your throat, "yeah, yeah i am, uh, why?"

"there's this movie i've been wanting to see for awhile, i got two tickets but ganke couldn't go, said something about working on a final." he smiles, holding the cake with one arm and fiddling with the zipper of his jacket with his other.

"oh! yeah i'd like to go." you responded, big smile plastered across your face.

"great, that's good, i'll text you the time, i could go over to your place! and we can walk there together." miles exclaims, an even bigger smile on his face.

"that sounds nice, can't wait." you giggled.

miles smiles, "well i got to go now, my mom's probably waiting for me." he begins to walk backwards confidently, before bumping into a table, almost knocking a napkin holder over, however he quickly grabbed it before it fell. he shoots you an awkward smile as he runs out the door.

"y'all are so corny." the worker rolls their eyes, putting the cleaning supplies away.

"you're just mad no one's asked you out yet." you shot back.

miles finally got back to his apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.

"miles?"

he sighed, looking up at the ceiling before turning around and facing both his parents.

"hi mamí, dad." he proceeds towards the table they sat at and put the cake down. "happy father's day!"

"why were you home so late? the bakery's what? ten minutes away? it's been an hour." rio asked, concerned.

"what's going on with you miles?" his father, jeff, said, backing up his wife.

"nothing! i was just, you know, talking with people!"

his mother gasped, both miles and jeff looked at her nervously.

"you were talking to that bakery worker, weren't you!"

"what–? miles, what's she talking about?" his father asks, confused.

"no i wasn—"

"our little boy's got a crush on that nice worker at the bakery! i always see his eyes turn into hearts when they walk by."

they both laugh aside from miles, who frowns and takes a seat, arms crossed.

Happy Birthday Dazai Osamu-sensei!

Dazai Osamu is by far the author with the most quotes on my blog, so to celebrate his birthday here are his top ten quotes:

Quote #10:

“It seems you’re not satisfied unless you always make yourself the protagonist in some tragedy.”

- Dazai Osamu, “A New Hamlet”

Quote #9:

“He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.”

- Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human

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*Miles popping into Earth-42*

Miles: Hey dude! I’m kind of in the middle of a big fight right now with some enhanced villains. Wanna hop over and punch them really hard? Come on, I know you wanna punch them really hard.

Miles G: (drops the thug he was threatening) Yeah sure.

*an hour later on Earth-1610*

Miles: (throwing Rhino over to Miles G like he weighs nothing) BATTER UP

Miles G: (laughing maniacally as he punches him into the sun with his Prowler gauntlet)

Gwen, Pavitr, and Peter B: Well, at least they’re having fun.