Hi, I Was Thinking About What Miles Morales (1610) Would Be Like As An Older Brother, With A 13-year-old

Hi, I was thinking about what Miles morales (1610) would be like as an older brother, with a 13-year-old younger sister?🥺🥺

So sorry, I don’t write fem!reader:)

Hi! I swear, I got so excited when I saw you write fics for crave, so I was wondering if you could do a friends to lovers with Hudson Vega? Love ya 😘 xoxo and thank you for writing fics!

Omg ofccccc <333 I am most of the way through the 4th book so bear with me friend-o!

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You and Hudson were sitting across from eachother on the sofa in his bedroom/dungeon thing. He was engrossed in his book completely ignoring your presence. Rude. You gently kick him in the shin to get his attention. He puts a bookmark in and puts the book down. “I would prefer it if you got my attention in a way other than assaulting me.” “I didn’t ASSAULT you…you’re so dramatic.” You playfully roll your eyes and scoot yourself closer to him and put a hand on his leg. “What’s new?” “I’ve caught feelings for someone” you grin ear to ear and fan yourself, freaking out. “OHHH MY GOD WHO IS IT?” “You grab your best friend by his shoulders and shake him a little. He pushes you to the floor, however you are too busy half freaking out(positive) and freaking out(negative) to complain about it. “Who is it?” You try not to shout. He raises an eyebrow “why do you need to know?” You dramatically stand up and flop back down on the couch “you’re such a DIIIIICK…please tell me.” You really hoped it was you. Like desperately. The thing is, you’ve had a huge crush on him for like…so long. You don’t know exactly when the crush feelings showed up but one day they just…did. He looks at you closely, as if trying to make a decision. “You.” You look around as if you are being punked. “Haha very funny. It’s Grace, isnt it?” He shakes head and looks you in the eye “it’s you, (____).” You smile, confused but glad. “Really?” He nods, ushering you closer to him. You scoot closer, sitting between his legs about where his knees are. You look at him in all his chiseled glory. “Hudson…will you be my boyfriend” “of course babe.” He pulls you in and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

Neither of you are perfect. Obviously. But you are perfect for eachother.

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A/N: as I write on my other stories constructive criticism is appreciated and valued! It is a bit rushed on the end because I am tired lol. Thank you for reading!

Angel dust x cook reader

Readers pronouns: you/ yours (but really he/him)

Could potentially be seen as a part two to the last “angel x cook reader” I made but you don’t need to read it to understand this one.

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It’s angel’s birthday. Of course people are making a big deal out of it, he’s like hells version of the Kardashians. Lots of flowers, cards and creepy jars filled with unidentifiable substances. Charlie bought him a new outfit, husk took him out on the town, and alastor…have you met the guy? Seriously, you expected him to get something for angel? A hardy “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY EFFEMINATE FELLOW” will do just fine, thank you. You decided to make him a cake. Nothing too fancy, granted he doesn’t really have all that much of a sweet tooth. Chocolate cake with pink frosting, and in white it says “happy birthday Tony” on the top. You put a fondant bow on it to make it look more…angel. He walks through the door, tipsy. “Oh, angel perfect timing!” You turn to him, smiling. “Whaaat? You starten’ ta miss me, handsome?” He giggles, finding it amusing how he towers over you. “Well yes but- uh- THATS BESIDES THE POINT.” You interrupt yourself, trying not to seem as nervous as you are. You wernt nervous about angel, or him liking the cake. You were nervous about the fact you wrote “Tony” instead of “angel” or “angel dust”. How would he react? Would he cry? Would it be happy or angry? Or sad? “I uh…I made you a cake!” Damnit. Stop stammering. This wasn’t like you at all! Your like some main character of a self instead fan-fiction or something! ‘I- uh- I-i-‘ SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT MY DUDE. Angel hugs you, shoving your face in his floof. “Thank you so much! Where is it? I want cake!” He makes grabby hands with his bottom two arms. You let out a muffled “can you let me go?”, your arms dangling at your sides. “Ohhh yeah sorry~” he slurs out, letting go of you. You exit the main lobby to retrieve the cake, holding the plate it’s on firmly with both hands. “Well, here it is! Uh…happy birthday.” You hand him the cake. For about a minute he just looks at it. ‘Happy birthday, Tony.’ Not angel dust, Tony. Anthony looks up at you, tearing up a little. Not just because he’s drunk either, but because he’s thankful. You MADE him something, for fucks sake. With HIS name on it. Not his stage name, his NAME. “Are you alright-?” He wipes a tear with one of his hands. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Happy birthday, Anthony

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A/N: it’s angel’s birthdayyyyy>_< I’m so normal about him. As usual, constructive criticism is encouraged(my reqs are open;])

I say I hate babies with adult names but hate I am wanting to name my future son Ivan

My mom is playing total eclipse of the heart on repeat