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— Never Felt So Low

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you see miles a month after his dad's funeral.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, comfort, sad miles, grief, mentions death (obvi), sad tía morales.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ mija: dear, bonito: handsome/pretty boy. princesa: princess, gracias, muñeca: thanks, doll.

miles had been distant ever since his dad died, you completely understood him (in a way) and the fact that he wanted to be there for his mother. but you also wanted to be there for him, to be able to give him the comfort that he needed.

since he had made no attempts to contact you, you decided that you were just going to his house with no invitation. you would not only fail yourself if you didn't go but you would also fail him because right now he needs all of the support that he can get.

knocking on the door, you waited until it was answered by rio morales, who you liked to refer to as tía morales. the woman looked a mess, which was understandable, her eyes were bloodshot and she had dark bags under them, her nose was red, her hands were shaking and her bottom lip was quivering.

"ohh... tía morales." you walked in, pulling the older woman into a hug.

she held you close and tightly, not tight enough to the point that it was uncomfortable but to the point where you felt the pressure, tía morales did not start to cry instead choosing to just enjoy the comfort you were offering.

you let her hug you for however long she wanted. a couple of seconds or minutes later, you lost track of time, she started to pull away slowly.

"i missed you, mija." she told you, her hands cupping your cheeks and her thumb gently caressing one of them.

"i missed you too, tía." and it was true, the woman was pretty much a mother figure to you.

"go check on our boy, i'm starting to get so worried about him." she shook her head, holding back tears. "he's been suppressing his emotions."

you nodded. "alright, i'll try to help him."

tía morales pointed at his bedroom and you walked to the door, stopping right in front of it and lifting your arm to knock.

“ma, i already told you that i don’t wanna eat anything right now.”

“it’s me, bonito.” you called out softly. “can i come in?”

there was a minute of silence and you were scared that he was about to tell you to leave when he finally spoke. “yes, come in.”

so you did. the moment you saw him sitting down on his bed, head thrown back and staring at the ceiling you felt relieved to see that he was at least looking healthy so far.

“miles…”

your previous thought changed when he turned his head to look at you and your heart broke this time. he looked pale and so tired, you wanted nothing more than to bring back the rich color of his skin and to make the happy look return to his tired eyes.

“hey..” he said with no emotion whatsoever, even his voice had a rough edge to it that you didn’t notice while you were outside his door.

“hey, bonito.” you walked closer to him and sat beside him on the bed, taking his hand in yours.

“i’m sorry, it’s been a while.” he apologized. “i made you feel alone.”

“don’t apologize, i understand.” you shook your head. “but now i want to be here for you and i think it was the other way around, i wasn’t there for you and made you feel like you only had your uncle and mom.”

“i knew i had you too, princesa. i just didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“miles, i don’t care about your appearance as long as you look healthy, you know that. you are going through a tough time right now and i want to be here for you.”

miles laid his forehead on yours. “gracias, muñeca.”

“can i stay here with you?” you asked, wanting to spend the night with him in your arms but still not wanting to intrude. it was good enough that he didn’t argue with you about you being in his home, yet you even were willing to spend the whole week with him if it would bring back the tiniest spark back to his eyes.

“yes, you can.” he nodded, raising one hand and softly stroking your cheek with his thumb just like his mother did.

after what seem like hours in the same position, his face had lost part of the tension on it, a calm expression replacing it and it made you feel a little better that you had that effect on him.

“here, mi niño.” tía morales had walked in and was passing two plates of food to you and miles.

“ma, i already—”

“thank you, tía.” you took both plates from her. “we’ll both eat it.”

the woman nodded, a smile on her face before she left the room, closing the door and leaving a 4inch gap.

you turned to miles and put one plate down on his bed and focused on one. lifting a spoonful you blew on the rice and chicken on it before directing the spoon to miles’s lips.

“say ahh.” you told him.

miles looked at you for a second before rolling his eyes and opening his mouth. “ahh.”

you put the spoon inside his mouth, and he gladly chewed the food when you took the spoon out.

grabbing food from the plate on the bed you also ate and closed your eyes at the taste of tía morales’ delicious cooking.

after miles swallowed his mouthful, you took another spoonful from the plate on your hand and lifted the spoon to his lips.

miles once again looked at you for a second but instead of rolling his eyes, he smiled showing the dimples that you loved so much.

his smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile as well while you led the spoon inside his mouth.

after you both finished eating you took the plates out to the kitchen and washed them before going back to miles’ room and changing into one of his shirts and shorts then laying next to him on his bed.

“i missed you so much, beautiful girl.” miles said, hugging you close. his head on your chest.

“and i missed you too.” you said truthfully.

miles nodded into your chest and you both stayed quiet for a few minutes. when you felt little droplets of tears falling onto the shirt you were wearing, you didn’t say anything. already knowing how sensitive miles was and how he preferred to cry in silence unless he spoke first.

your hand started going up and down his back, letting him know you were there and he got the message because he hugged you more tightly and sobs were coming out of his throat.

“i just miss him.” he finally spoke, his voice breaking.

this was your queue that you could speak now. “i know, bonito, i know.” you told him. “let it all out.”

“it hurts so much.” more tears started coming out of his eyes.

you needed to use all the strength in you in order to not start crying right then and there along with him instead focusing on being as comforting to him as you could, whispering sweet nothings to him and pulling him close to you.

the night went on like this and you made sure that miles was asleep before you allowed yourself to fall under exhaustion control and also fall asleep.

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Do Better 2 - Tony Stark

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Words: 3.7k Warnings: None? Some angst - tried to make this one a little happier than the last though! It’s a rollercoaster. Summary: I was very surprised that people liked the first part as much as they did, and I got a few requests to show how Tony and Mom met, and Tony and Kid’s relationship a few months later. Hope it isn’t trash, if it is, let me know!

Going to be honest, I’m in a big writing slump. I feel like everything I write is coming out wrong and it sucks. Hoping this one is alright, but I did do most of it on a good-ish day. Thank you so much for being patient, I hope everyone is doing well!

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There were times in his life where Tony really had to admit that he’d be nothing without Pepper Potts. She was the type of person who’d do her job and do it well regardless of the circumstances. Hell, most of the time she’d do his job too. But these were the early days, long before he’d realised her importance, and even longer before he’d realised his own feelings for her.

She’d only just started working for him and somehow she had already managed to drag him out of his workshop and into his worst nightmare. He’d never liked the theatre and he didn’t care much for dancing either. He wasn’t the type to sit still for hours on end, and he never quite understood how his mother managed to persuade his stone-cold father to always go with her. 

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Bro this TikTok was js funny to me bc I can see 42!Miles doing exactly that

YOU WOKE UP EARLY THAT MORNING, THE SUNLIGHT PEAKING THROUGH YOUR PINK CURTAINS; as you felt Miles’s grip around your torso. Tight. As always, but then you noticed how his face was quite literally buried in your tits. You were a bit concerned since it didn’t seem like he could breathe properly, but then knowing him he wouldn’t care in this position. Though you still wanted to make sure, “Baby you good?” He hummed in response, making you giggle at his softness in this moment. “Can you breathe like that?” He hummed once more, burying his face impossibly further into your chest. You felt small kisses in The Valley of your breast and his grip around you tighten. You always loved how clingy miles was in the morning, you found it somewhat adorable how your scary boyfriend could be so sweet. You were about to grab your phone from your nightstand to take a picture, before feeling miles pinch you. “Don’t even thimk about it.” You tried to hide your laughter as you heard your boyfriend’s muffled warning through your tits. “Okay okay, your such a baby.”

“Damn straight.”

Complaint - BTS Drabble (CEO OT7)

Did I just spend 4 hours writing this CEO au Drabble when I should be sleeping? Yes I did. Let me know what you think, my sleep has suffered for this x

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You looked at your seven bosses, sprawled like sin on their office chairs, with a little bit of defiance and anger, and a little bit of worry. Namjoon crossed his arms expectedly, waiting for you to speak, raising his brow when you don’t. You couldn’t keep his gaze and looked around the office of the young CEOs, avoiding the eyes burning into your skin. Focusing on the dark grey walls, you almost couldn’t hear Yoongi’s scoff, they let such little light into this room, thick curtains almost always covered the few windows there, and it didn’t help settle your nerves.

When it became evident you were going to hold your tongue, the leader of the group decided he would talk instead.

“We’ve received a complaint about our favourite employee,” he starts, waiting for a reaction. It was your turn to scoff and cross your arms defiantly, it wasn’t your fault, but you didn’t want to explain that, so you sat and acted like a brat as an act of defence against them. As much as it warmed your cheeks to hear the word favourite, you feared you would cause him to continue with disappointment, your heart sank with dread, you were a known teachers pet your whole life, if your bosses were angry with you, you might actually cry.

“You were caught fighting with another employee,” Jin continues, and you meekly look up at him, starting to feel uncomfortable in your own skin. He gives you a very small smile, eyes soft but firm in their interrogation. “Now we’ve heard Suran’s version of events...”

You scoff even louder, rolling your eyes, which makes Jin raise his eyebrow in shock at your attitude.

“... but we want to hear yours,” Hobi finishes, frowning at your behaviour.

You look away from the middle of their entourage to the left hand side where Taehyung sat at the end, chin in his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, dark eyes assessing you with almost a bored expression on his face. Your heart rate increased and you clutched your arms with your nails tighter as if that would save you. Tae always managed to get a reaction out of you, maybe best not to look at him. But looking at Yoongi next to him was no better, as evident from the smirk on his face, they both could read you like a book written in their own language.

You turn your head to the other end of the panel, where Jungkook and Jimin sat, their normally smiling faces looked at you with disappointment and you bowed your head in shame at once. It was their fault really, but you didn’t want to say. It was no secret in the office that the seven CEOs had a soft spot for you, the maknaes made that abundantly clear in all the time you’ve worked for them. Always stealing you away, coming into the lunchroom to sit with you, always joking and laughing with you while blantently ignoring the other employees. You never thought much of it, but that bitch certainly had something to say about it.

Even the older members of the group made it clear who their favourite employee was, even though they were a lot more subtle, finding the time to walk past your desk and ask about your day, call you into their office to make sure you were okay when they thought you were stressed. It was the little quiet things with them, a complete opposite to the maknaes loud and cheerful declaration, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit how it melted your heart and yes, fine, you developed a major crush on the seven guys who treated you better than they did everyone else.

You didn’t try to make something more of it, genuinely you worked hard, harder than most people in the building, that was why you thought they appreciated you a little more, nothing else, so why did Suran have to go run her mouth and taint it all for you.

You heard a deep sigh from Tae, but refused to look at him. You heard his chair slide back with ease as he stood to come towards you, kneeling down in front of your chair and taking your chin into his soft grasp. When you looked at him you wanted to cry.

Taehyung always gave you whiplash, one second he was laughing and acting like a child and the next he could become somber and strict, you never knew which Tae to expect, and honestly you thought he did it on purpose to keep you on your toes. There were days where you brought him his files and he’d smile like you just saved the world gushing you with praises, and the next time he’d look at you with dark eyes with the words “good girl” coming out in his deep timbre that made your whole body shiver.

His eyes now were commanding and dark, you took his wrist into your hand and tried to push him away but he held on a little tighter, a light sound of disapproval leaving him.

“Tsk, what happened to my good girl?” He said, voice deep. “Why would our sweet Y/n get into a fight?”

You could feel a lump in your throat, the real reason you really didn’t want to speak was because you know you’d start wailing like an idiot in front of the men that you started to love, and while you thought they may not reciprocate those feelings, you didn’t want to lose their respect. Stupid Suran had to ruin everything.

“Did you get hurt, angel?” Jimin says softly. Tears definitely start to well up in your eyes as you look towards him. Taehyung let’s go of your chin to caress your cheek as a tear drops and he wipes it away.

Namjoon’s eyes darken, they know for absolute fact you could do no wrong but unless they wanted HR to come visit they needed to resolve this in house. He knew that bitch was lying through her teeth about their favourite girl, but they needed you to tell them what actually happened so they could get rid of her without any mess.

“We can’t help you baby girl if you don’t tell us,” he says, hoping it would elicit something out of you.

“You guys are the problem,” you say through a sob, and your arms come to cover your face as more tears shed down your face. Their hearts sink at your words, Taehyung frowns at you, his dark eyes disappearing to look at you with sadness.

“What did we do, sunshine?” Hobi asks, tensing his shoulders. The group collectively hold their breath waiting for you to answer, bracing themselves for the onslaught of whatever they’ve done wrong.

“That!” You look at him accusingly, “stop doing that!”

They all turn to look at each other in confusion as you continue to cry.

“Beautiful girl..” Jin starts but you interrupt him.

“Jin stop please,” you beg, which does nothing to quell their confusion. You try to stop crying but end up causing yourself to hiccup and breathe shakily. Taehyung tries to hush you softly while still caressing your face, now with both hands.

It hurts them to see you like this, you were never a mere employee to them, and they made sure to show it, you might’ve missed the memo but none of the other employees did. The warning glares when a male colleague tried to talk to you, the way they tried to make sure at least one of them was with you at all times, the special projects they gave you to keep you near them. It was all done to keep you close, to get something to blossom from you so you could be theirs. They were being as patient as they could be, so what went wrong? Did you not want them like they wanted you?

“We don’t understand, Kitten, you have to explain it to us,” Yoongi growled getting impatient with you, he always covered his vulnerability with an air of annoyance and cold gazes, the rest of the boys saw through it, they couldn’t stand the idea of being the cause of your pain.

“The pet names, they need to stop,” you say firmly through your tears, painting your own glare onto your face, hoping it would give you the strength to get though this.

If the boys were hurt before, they definitely felt the cut this rejection caused, Yoongi flinched at your gaze. You never had a problem with this before.

They all called you a different name, something that resonated with their own selves. Yoongi called you kitten because of the rise he would get out of you when he teased you, you were smaller than him and he found your tenacity very cute so he picked on you jokingly to get a reaction, the phrase “Kitten’s got her claws out,” was a regular occurrence in your working life and while you always rolled your eyes at him you secretly loved it. You always joked that Yoongi reminded you of a cat, so it only made sense to him you were his Kitten, he always saw the smile you tried to hide when he called you that so why was it a problem now?

“Angel,” Jimin wanted to calm you down but it seemed to have other effects, your tears started again as you closed your eyes in defeat, you couldn’t be angry with them to make yourself look stronger. The sobs that left you made them wince, Taehyung takes you into his arms onto the floor, setting you on your knees, but against his wishes it makes you cry harder.

Jungkook nibbles on his lips, what made you cry like this? Surely not them, not their love for you. Anxiety started creeping inside him and he looked to their leader to try and make sense of the situation. You weren’t meant to cry, they didn’t anticipate that, they thought this would be simple, you’d say what the surely bitch had done and they would fire her, why had it turned to you crying inconsolably?

Namjoon had his eyes trained on you throughout your outburst, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why you suddenly had a problem with their affection.

“What did she say to you, Y/n?” His voice was stern and left no room for evasion.

“She said,” you sobbed into Tae’s blazer, clutching onto him as he stroked your back and cradled your head against him. You drew a shaky breath trying to get your words out, but you were awful at speaking when you cried. Taehyung put his cheek on the top of head to comfort you, as you tried to find your breath and your words.

“Come on, beautiful girl what did she say?” Jin pushed softly. While it warmed your heart to feel their care, it also broke it to know they’d never be yours the way you wanted them to be, that their care was only platonic and if they found out how you felt maybe they’d never look at you the same. So you didn’t want it, any of it, maybe it was easier to live without them then let them know how much you craved to be theirs, if only you knew they wanted you too.

“Sunshine, you need to tell us,” you can hear the sadness in Hoseok’s voice and it hurts you.

“Sh-she called m-me a whore,” you force out of yourself, spluttering in your tears. “She said I must b-be a - a wh-whore if you...” your whine break their hearts a little more, Jungkook and Jimin unable to stand how broken you sound join Taehyung in holding you, stroking your arms, your back, whatever they could to comfort you a little at least. The four CEO’s remain frozen in their chairs as their blood boils.

“If we what Kitten?” Yoongi asks through gritted teeth, fist clenching in anger.

You shake your head and whine against the maknaes, you don’t want to do this, you don’t want to say it, but you’ve started now and you need to finish. You gulp in a breath of air before you continue, trying to keep the emotion out of your voice.

“Why would you show me any kindness if I weren’t selling myself to you,” your nails dig into Taehyung suit and you try to ground yourself and keep the sobs at bay. “Why would all seven CEOs treat me any differently if they weren’t all using me for my body, why would they look at me when there were countless other women prettier and sexier than me.”

By the end of your explanation you were crying loudly again, but you could see the shock on their faces. Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a look of contempt, when they were done consoling you they had a bitch to deal with.

“I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t like that, but she wasn’t having it, I tried to walk away but she screamed at me and said “how does this whore think she’s better than me” and then she threw the first punch,” you tried wiping away your own tears and hurt, feeling so pathetic in front of them. “I swear I didn’t start it, I didn’t even fight back I just tried to keep her off of me.” You looked at Namjoon pleadingly hoping he’d believe you.

“I understand if you want me to leave,” you said your worst fear out loud only to be met with noises of disapproval.

“Why would we want you to leave, Bunny?”Jungkook took your face into his hands, and looked at you with his doe eyes hoping you’d see the sincerity he held for you. You always thought it were ironic the names the men gave you, it was like a reflection of themselves, you always thought Jungkook reminded you of a rabbit so when he first called you bunny you laughed out loud and asked him why he called you that. You remember his playful smile as he shrugged his shoulders and said “you jump on the spot when you’re excited,” giggling at you before whispering “like a bunny,” as if it were a secret. Jungkook was remembering it all as well, remembering how you grinned for him when he said that, comparing it to how broken you looked when he said it now.

“You don’t want rumours like this around you,” you explain, “you guys have worked so hard for something like me to taint the respect you’ve built.”

Yoongi scoffs again and looks at you as if you just uttered the most idiotic words known to man.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you silly Kitten.”

Yoongi hated how fragile you looked, you always held yourself strongly, the fact that this nonsense got to you frustrated him, who the hell did Suran think she was making his kitten feel so small.

“I can’t work here anymore Yoongi,” you said softly, the reason why you were so apprehensive to talk this over now becoming apparent, you knew how it would end. The panic that filled Yoongi made him clutch his chair, his breathing becoming harder at the thought that you would willingly leave them. He turned to their leader and saw a similar panic, losing you was never an option.

“Flower,” Tae said to get your attention, he had two names for you. When he was being soft it was flower, when he was in boss mode it was always good girl, and both always made your heart flutter, even now. He shook his head without another word, he didn’t need to say anything you could tell he was saying no to you leaving.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his face into your neck, holding you as close as he could.

“Please don’t leave us,” he whispers against you. He could feel dread weighing him down, but he would take you down with him and never let you out of his hold.

“I can’t stay,” you whisper back to Kookie, pressing your cheek to him before making eye contact with Namjoon, “I’ll hand in my resignation letter tomorrow.”

“We’ll reject it,” he replies quick as a flash, jaw clenching stubbornly.

“Joonie, you can’t reject it,” you say back equally as stubborn.

He finally rises from his chair to stand tall in front of you, his fingers go to your hair, stroking the strand back and forcing you to look up at him.

“Give me one good reason why I can’t.”

“I want to leave,” you lie, and Jimin whimpers beside you taking your hand into his, looking at your fingers as if it would stop his world crumbling around him. Jungkook holds you tighter, if he had to stay like this for eternity to stop you he would.

“You’re lying,” Taehyung says seeing through you like he always could, but even he felt a little insecure at your words, you were slipping away from them and he needed to bring you back. “Good girls don’t lie.”

Namjoon let’s go of your hair and walks exasperated around the room with his hands on his hips, he wanted to break something, he always felt in control but this whole situation was taking that away from him and it left him out of his comfort zone.

Hobi knew the lead CEO needed a breather, the room could feel his frustration, even you cowered in it.

“Sunshine,” he called to you, trying his hardest to smile, hoping it’d be enough to convince you to drop the subject of leaving. “What would we do without our sunshine?” He tried to be lighthearted, to air the room from suffocating them. “Why would our sunshine want to leave us over something as silly as this?”

“You’re not leaving beautiful,” Jin chimed in, “Suran is.”

You look to the ground and your resolve to keep your secret to yourself breaks, you take a deep breath in and brace yourself for their rejection.

“While she was trying to get at me on the floor, she said she could see right through me,” your voice started off strong but grew smaller as you carried on. “She screamed it at me actually, for everyone to hear, how she knew I was in love with all seven of you, and how I was deluded to think that you’d ever love me back, and that’s why I didn’t fight back,” you could feel the tears leave you again but you didn’t sob, a numbness started spreading across your chest like an acceptance of the end, you already missed them, and it weighed so much you uttered your last words with a whisper, “because she was right.”

There, you said it, and you didn’t want to see the consequences so you closed your eyes. You could hear the sharp intake of breath, Jungkook lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you in shock, but you refused to see any of it, waiting for the words you know would come. Instead you felt soft lips place themselves on yours, large hand pressing the back of your head closer to the warmth in front of you, you open your eyes in shock as Tae breaks away from you slowly, smiling as soft as the kiss. You hear a chuckle behind you, chest rumbling against your back where Jungkook still held you.

As you glance at their faces, you feel confused, they’re all smiling, grinning shyly. Namjoon has to bite his lips to stop himself from grinning like an idiot, Yoongi already giving in to this new feeling, gummy smile on show. The atmosphere in the room changes, and it causes your heart skip a beat in hope.

“Baby baby girl,” Namjoon joins the youngest CEOs on the floor with you, crouching down to tuck a stand of hair behind your ear. “Did you even stop to think maybe we were in love with you too?”

You’re gaping like a fish, you know you are, but you can’t stop.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yoongi chuckles. “Where were your claws kitten, you should’ve scratched Suran’s face.”

“I don- I don’t understand,” you stutter.

Jimin turns your face towards him before pressing his lips against yours, you could feel him smiling before he pulled away. “Does that help explain things angel?”

You cheeks are bright red, and you can hear the boys coo away at you. Your whole world feels like it’s shifted, and the dark office suddenly seems a lot brighter.

“We love you too,” the youngest whispers, pressing a kiss to the space behind your ears. “We love you too.”

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⚪️ - Blurbs!

"how many swimsuits did you bring." "all of them."

This one with 42!Miles maybe? Happy 600th!!

Are You Serious? ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Tagging: @nagi3seastorm @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @luvjunie @milesmolasses

Warnings:None!

This is x gender neutral reader!

“Will you please just hurry up? Ma’s waiting.”

Miles was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed as you threw around the things in your suitcase.

“I don’t know what to wear,” you practically whined at him.

“We’re going to the beach, baby. You wear a swim suit like everyone else..”

You huffed in response, picking through the suits you had. Miles peeked over, getting a look at what you were doing. His eyes squinted, mouth turning up in confusion.

“How many swimsuits did you bring?”

You paused, turning around. Your mouth pressed into a fine line as you looked at him.

“All of them?” Miles blinked slowly before sighing.

“Oh my god.”

How would The Lost Boys react to a S/O that could use mind control

Paul and Marko want you to start mind controlling people all the time now. They’re overjoyed. They basically think that they’ll never have to pay for or steal anything ever again because their s/o can scramble people’s brains. Sure, David can do it, but he’ll never use it for fun purposes. What are you gonna do say no to getting them some food for free? (And all the patches that they can grab)

Dwayne is happy because you aren’t as vulnerable as he thought before and now he doesn’t have to worry as much because, if someone messes with you when you’re not around them, then you can just make them run into a wall or some shit.

David’s a tricky one. At first, I think he would be pissy because he’s the one that’s the best at mind games, what the fuck, you’re throwing off the balance. But then, when he’s a minute away from declaring mental war on you, he realizes that now you can trick humans into coming to the cave for them when they don’t feel like going out and finding someone and following them and all that. 

what do you think of the ship/rare pair prowlerbyte? ^^

Oh my gosh, I think it’s absolutely adorable & precious (≧◡≦) ♡

I was going to respond with this alone, but on a whim, I decided to make my first Drabble/pentadrabble!!

I hope you enjoy!

✩⟡∵⋰ ✩⟡ Detection ⟡ Prowlerbyte ✩⟡∵⋰ ✩⟡

✩⟡∵⋰ Synopsis: It’s just a regular day of sending anomalies home, until Margo detects someone new. Even though he wears a face she already knows, she feels they’ve never met before.

✩⟡∵⋰ Content: Fluff, staring rizz lol

✩⟡∵⋰ Wc: ≈ 450+

✩⟡∵⋰ Strawberry sticky (A/N): I apologize for any errors, I literally just wrote this out lol ❀

Spiderbyte can easily find herself encountering a lot of people and things she's never seen before.

Of course this comes through the lovely job of sending anomalies home. Wherever they call home, whatever dimension they belong to, there they will go with her help.

One day, a certain anomalie filters through HQ. Apparently, he got thrashed into another earth and got himself into some trouble. As per usual.

Prepared to send yet another person home, she watches as the caged troublemaker is taken towards the platform that will put him in his correct dimension.

However, as she catches sight of his figure, something seems oddly familiar about it. About him.

Looking closely at them now, Margo pauses in confusion. This person looks like Miles, Earth-1610 Miles, but it's not. He's far from it.

This isn't her Miles and she's only met one. This Miles, drenched in a dark magenta, is permeating a rugged, raw, indelicate and crude energy, one that her Miles has never exuded.

An energy he's never had to.

As he finally reaches the platform, Spiderbyte can't help but acknowledge how calm and unmoving he is. Most anomalies thrash, groan, complain, and try to escape their scarlet ridden cells.

He however, is unmoving. Just as his eyes are now unmoving from her.

With purple cascading down his silhouette, with softly braided hair glistening in the light, cold and pain dressed eyes meet Spiderbyte's gaze, Margo's gaze, clad in darkness and confidence.

Staring at her intently now, slowly eyeing her up and down, Spiderbyte remains in Prowler Miles' vision, almost drinking her in as if he would lose sight of vengance.

Vengeance. A ravishing craving, that sticks close to the Prowler.

Vengance. A sweet and savory treasure every person craves for; longs for, as their hearts cry out for justice they may never receive.

Never looking anywhere else, even as the white mechanical spider above him works to send him home, his eyes remain on her for moments on end.

Only as the spider finishes it's handiwork, does Margo notice the glint in his eyes.

Spiderbyte. His new fascination.

Spiderbyte. The young woman who the Prowler would love to chase down in pursuit of knowledge. Knowledge about who she is, where she's from, what she likes, and what she loves.

He wants to know about her now. He wants to have her now.

"See you 'round." Miles softly grins, with heavy eyes and a mind intent on getting what he wants.

Reading the implications behind his farewell easily, Margo knows she will see him again.

In fact, she's looking forward to it.

She's got a funny habit of interacting with the forbidden, and there's no one to stop her from doing it once more.

Even as Miguel places a hand on her shoulder, and gently says, "Try me, Margo", she knows nothing will stop this Miles from prowling into HQ again, and into her life once more.