Literally So Excited!!!! 💜🩷💜🩷 He Is Going To Make Such A Wonderful Willy Wonka 🍫💜🎩🩷

I'm so ready for it to be May!

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The Heart Shifting

Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Summary: Camilo has won your heart and soul

I couldn't believe my luck when our family visited the Madrigal household in Colombia.

As soon as I laid eyes on Camilo, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was warm, gentle, and oh, so charismatic.

As we talked, I noticed that he had a habit of shape-shifting - something that he explained was common among his family members. And oh boy, did I find it impressive.

As Camilo shape-shifted into different people, I couldn't help but giggle.

It was adorable seeing the way he contorted his body and mimicked the person/object he was trying to emulate.

I knew I was falling for him hard and fast, and I just couldn't help it.

One day, as we were walking in the woods together, Camilo shape-shifted into a magician and plucked my favorite flower - a bright, pink, and fragrant peony out of his hat.

As I gently took the flower at his hand to admire it up close, he changed back into his normal form smiling at me.

"I'm glad to see you smiling," he said, "I like impressing you."

He took my hand and led me further into the woods, shape-shifting every few minutes to entertain me.

Eventually, we stumbled upon a clearing, and as the sun began to set, Camilo took my hand again and looked into my eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered, "I know this might sound sudden, but I've been wanting to tell you this - I'm in love with you."

I felt myself blush as I looked back into his eyes. "Camilo," I replied breathlessly, "I'm in love with you too."

And with that, he leaned in, and we shared our first kiss under the setting sun - a moment that I knew would stay with me forever.

From that day on, we spent every moment together, always trying to make each other laugh or smile. Camilo's shape-shifting continued to impress me, but it was his natural personality that made me fall in love with him.

I knew that I'd found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and nothing could make me happier.

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If universes aligned

pairing: Miguel o hara x Spidergirl!reader

Prompt: Miguel falling for Spidergirl!reader and being a complete simp for her whenever she is around him

a/n: I got this request from alathan13 ty! I added a bit of a twist. send me some requests!!!

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Miguel was stuck in a different dimension because of Lyla. The prototype for the watch worked but she couldn't get him back. So he decided to find a Spiderman and that's when he met Y/n Spider girl.

He couldn't stop thinking about Y/n once he came back after being with her for a month and getting to know her. Miguel knew he had to find a way to confess his feelings to her, even though the odds seemed against him.

One day, as fate would have it, Miguel managed to track down a dimensional rift that led him to y/n universe. Determined to seize the opportunity, he mustered up all his courage and entered the portal.

Emerging in a world unfamiliar to him, Miguel found himself in the heart of the city where y/n patrolled. He awaited her arrival As soon as she appeared Miguel's heart skipped a beat.

"Y/n!" he called out, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and hope.

Y/n paused mid-air, looking around to locate the source of the voice. Her gaze fell upon Miguel, and recognition flickered in her eyes. Descending gracefully, she landed in front of him.

"Miguel? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

Taking a deep breath, Miguel gathered his thoughts. "Y/n, I traveled across dimensions to be with you. The first time I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. Your strength, your bravery, and your unwavering commitment to justice... they've touched me in a way I can't describe."

Y/n studied him intently, her masked eyes revealing a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Miguel, this is unexpected. We come from different worlds, different realities. How can this be?"

Miguel's eyes met hers "I don't have all the answers, Y/n. But what I do know is the connection I feel towards you. I've fallen for you, and I can't ignore these emotions any longer. You inspire me to be a better person, to fight for what's right. I want to be by your side, no matter the challenges we may face."

y/n remained silent for a moment. "Miguel, this is a lot to take in. Our lives are intertwined with dangers. But I can't deny how I feel about you, even across dimensions. there's a reason our paths have crossed."

Hope surged through Miguel as he heard her words made him feel seen and understood. Y/n raised her hand to his cheek and kissed him on the lips knowing what she was doing was wrong but she didn't care.

Moves Like Jagger

➥ summary: when in need of an distraction (y/n) is your gal

➥ a/n: this was requested by @alathan13 once again I deeeply appreciate your request, they explained it to me in detail in my messages/inbox and I’m happy to comply and get this out there for you. The name of this story is based off the song and was actually the first thing that came to mind for me when writing this

➥ spider gang x reader

The sun was just beginning to set over as Miguel O'Hara, the leader of a highly skilled and diverse team, stood in his office, contemplating the imminent mission that had been brought to his attention. He knew it was not a task to be taken lightly, and assembling the perfect team was crucial. Each member had unique talents, and he believed their combined skills would work harmoniously for this mission.

Miguel took a deep breath, picking up his communicator and sending out the call to action. First on his list was (y/n), the woman with an uncanny ability to adapt to any situation and a remarkable talent for understanding and connecting with people. As the communicator buzzed, (y/n) picked up and greeted Miguel with enthusiasm.

"Hey, Miguel! What's up?" (y/n) asked cheerfully.

"Hey, (y/n)," Miguel replied. "I need you to come to my office. We have a mission that I think your talents would be perfect for."

Intrigued by the promise of a new challenge, (y/n) agreed without hesitation. She quickly made her way to Miguel's office, a sense of anticipation building with each step.

Next on the list was Miles Morales, a skilled and resourceful young man with incredible agility and the ability to blend into the shadows with ease. He answered the call, and Miguel extended the invitation for him to join the mission.

"Miles, we have a mission that requires your stealth and quick thinking," Miguel explained. "I need you here."

Miles was eager to accept, knowing that his abilities would be put to good use. He swung through the city's skyline using his Spider-Man powers, arriving at Miguel's office in no time.

Miguel's next call was to Gwen Stacy, also known as Spider-Woman or Ghost Spider to some. With her impressive acrobatic skills and scientific genius, she was a valuable asset to the team. When Gwen received Miguel's call, she immediately agreed to join the mission.

"Pavitr Prabhakar, I need your help as well," Miguel said when the next call connected. Pavitr, also known as Spider-Man India, was a skilled fighter and had the ability to harness the power of a mystical amulet. He gladly accepted the mission and prepared to join the others.

Finally, Miguel called Hobie Brown, also known as Spider-Man or Spider Punk to some. Hobie was an expert in stealth and technology, making him a vital member of the team. Hobie was ready for action and was eager to contribute his skills to the mission.

With the team assembled, they all arrived at Miguel's office, their faces filled with determination and readiness. Miguel wasted no time and began explaining the mission.

"Thank you all for coming," Miguel began. "We have a situation that requires all of your unique abilities. A dangerous criminal organization has obtained a highly advanced piece of technology that could wreak havoc on the city. Our mission is to infiltrate their hideout, neutralize the threat, and retrieve the technology."

As Miguel laid out the plan, he highlighted how each member's special talents would be crucial for the success of the mission. He emphasized (y/n)'s ability to gather valuable intel, Miles' agility for reconnaissance, Gwen's scientific expertise to handle the technology, Pavitr's combat skills for confrontation, and Hobie's knowledge of stealth and technology to disable security systems.

Each member nodded in understanding, fully aware of the gravity of the mission and the responsibility that rested on their shoulders. Their unwavering commitment to protecting the city and its inhabitants fueled their determination to succeed.

Miguel concluded, "This won't be easy, and it won't be without risks. But I believe in each and every one of you. Together, we can take down this organization and keep our city safe."

With newfound determination in their hearts, the team prepared for the mission ahead. They knew that this mission would test their limits, but they also knew that their bond as a team and their unique talents would give them the edge they needed to prevail.

As they headed out into the night, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. They were not just a team; they were a family, united by their commitment to protect the city they loved. Their journey had just begun, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that together, they were unstoppable.

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Inside the dimly lit building, the team found themselves facing a group of guards standing watch near a heavily secured door. Gwen assessed the situation with a furrowed brow, knowing they needed a distraction to get past the guards without alerting others inside.

"We need to get past those guards without raising awareness to the others that may be inside," Gwen said, her mind working quickly to devise a plan.

Miles nodded in agreement. "So basically, someone needs to distract them," he added.

Pavitr hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Well, it can't be me."

"Why not?" Gwen asked, placing a hand on her hip.

Hobie chimed in with a smirk, "Cause those bloody guards are men, and in case you haven't noticed it, love, so are us three.... That leaves you and (y/n)."

Gwen turned to (y/n) with a knowing look, and a determined glint appeared in (y/n)'s eyes. "Oh hell yeah, I've been waiting for this," she said with a confident grin.

Gwen nodded in approval. "Alright, (y/n), you're up. Time to work your magic."

The plan was set, and the team positioned themselves strategically, preparing to execute their diversion. Miles, Gwen, and Hobie took cover, blending into the shadows while keeping a close eye on the guards. Meanwhile, (y/n) took a deep breath, her heart pounding with adrenaline.

Moving with grace and confidence, (y/n) sauntered out into the open, catching the guards' attention. Her confident demeanor drew their focus away from the others, and they turned their gaze towards her, intrigued by the sudden appearance of an unexpected guest.

"Hey there, handsome," (y/n) purred, putting on an enchanting smile as she approached the guards.

Miles watched in awe as (y/n) effortlessly captivated the guards with her charm. Gwen and Hobie exchanged impressed glances, realizing they had made the right choice. (y/n)'s ability to connect with people and disarm them with her charisma was truly remarkable.

As (y/n) engaged the guards in conversation, she skillfully weaved her way through the questions they threw her way. While she had their full attention, Miles, Gwen, and Hobie quietly moved past, making their way closer to the heavily guarded door.

Gwen skillfully disabled the security system with her scientific expertise, while Hobie kept an eye out for any unexpected threats that might be lurking nearby. Meanwhile, Miles used his stealth to scout the area for any additional guards that might pose a risk.

(y/n) continued to hold the guards' attention, making light conversation as she skillfully steered them away from the entrance. Her wit and charm kept them captivated, and she didn't miss a beat, subtly leading them further from the team's location.

All was well, up until Hobie accidentally knocked something over. “Oops”

As Hobie accidentally knocked over a loose metal crate while trying to maintain his balance, the loud clatter echoed through the otherwise silent corridor. The guards' eyes shot towards the source of the noise, and their suspicions were immediately aroused. They had been trained to be alert and vigilant, and the sudden noise was enough to trigger their instincts.

Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr quickly took cover, preparing for a confrontation. However, (y/n) remained unfazed, as if the unexpected turn of events had simply become part of the choreography. Her heart raced with adrenaline, the thrill of the impending challenge fueling her spirit.

As the guards rushed towards the team, (y/n) sprang into action, moving with a fluid grace that was almost hypnotic. She twisted and swayed like a tango dancer, her movements calculated yet mesmerizing, effortlessly evading the guards' advances.

With a swift and elegant spin, she ducked under the first guard's attempted punch, her body twisting gracefully as she slid behind him. Before he could react, (y/n) delivered a swift and precise kick to the back of his knee, causing him to buckle and collapse to the ground.

“Oh my god!” Pavitr says watching (y/n)’s every move. “Oh my god she’s doing the thing!”

“What thing?” miles asks.

“That thing from that movie! You know the fight scene thing! She’s fighting those guards and dancing!”

Her every movement was like a dance, each step flowing seamlessly into the next. As the second guard lunged towards her, (y/n) stepped to the side, seamlessly guiding his momentum to miss her entirely. Her movements were as fluid as the steps of a tango, each one calculated and harmoniously connected.

In one swift motion, she reached out and grabbed the guard's arm, twisting it behind his back with such precision that he could do nothing but follow her lead. The two moved in perfect synchronization, their bodies dancing in harmony with the rhythm of the fight.

As the dance of combat continued, (y/n) used her agility to her advantage, effortlessly evading the guard's strikes and retaliating with her own well-timed moves. Every punch and kick were executed with the grace and precision of a dancer, leaving the guard bewildered and off-balance.

With a final flourish, (y/n) sent the guard spinning away, leaving him sprawled on the ground, disarmed and defeated. She stood tall, her chest heaving with adrenaline, a triumphant smile on her lips.

“Yessssss Queen!” Pavitr screams out jumping up and down in excitement only to be stopped and hit on the shoulder by Hobie.

“Sorry,” he whispers having noticed just how loud he was being.

The team watched in awe, realizing they were witnessing something extraordinary. (y/n)'s unique fighting style was a breathtaking display of skill and artistry, blending the grace of a dancer with the precision of a master martial artist.

As the echoes of the fight dance scene subsided, (y/n) turned to her teammates, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Shall we keep going?" she asked, her voice laced with confidence.

Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr exchanged glances, reinvigorated by (y/n)'s energy. Together, they stood ready to face any challenge that lay ahead, knowing that with their collective talents and (y/n)'s extraordinary dance of combat, they were an unstoppable force.

With renewed determination, the team pressed on, knowing that the mission was far from over. But in that moment, they felt a deeper connection than ever before, united not only by their shared purpose but also by the unique bond they had forged through the artistry of their fight dance scene.

Endless light

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Pairing: Miguel o'hara x Black cat reader

Word count: 2200

Warnings: none

Content: Since you did a Zorro one, in the second movie (I think) there is a sword fight scene where they argue and then kiss in the end

Requested by: @alathan13

Excuse the delay, the past week has been crazy. So had to find so time to write. I'm also working on the requests that have come through but just need some time. I hope you like it!

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The hallway was dark, that was until you pulled out your pocket mirror, which was another one of your handy gadgets and you looked through it just to confirm your weren’t going to walk through a bunch of lazer beams.

“So you really are going to marry him.”, was a statement you heard from a man you knew well, maybe too well. You pressed your lips as you pretended to look into the mirror, to make it all look like you just needed a moment to fix your lipstick.

“This is my engagement party.”, you put away your device.

“If you haven’t noticed.”, you lifted your eyebrow as you turned to him, to take in his outfit and along with it the burning gaze with which he was looking at you.

“And yet you’re here, away from it all.” he pursed his lips as if he was hot on your trail.

He walked closer to you and you stepped back, till there was no more room, till your back rested against the wall. He placed his arms to either of your side, caging you within as his eyes found yours after they had dripped low to your lips.

“Let the poor guy know you’re just here to steal the diamond.”, he gave you a smile, a dangerous one as he read your mind.

“Seems like you just want to stop the wedding.”, you held your weight against his pressing focus. Nothing intimidated you and maybe that was why he couldn’t let you go.

“Maybe.”, he shrugged his shoulders with a down turned lip looking away unenthused as if that was the real reason for his attendance.

“Oh no Miguel, have you fallen in love with me?”, you pushed away from the wall to trace a finger down the side of his cheek to tilt his face back towards you, to tease him for his moody demeanor.

But he held your gaze, his eyes softening as he said, “Maybe”.

The smile you had faltered as you pulled away your hand from his face as though you had touched a live wire.

“Go back to the party, enjoy the food and go home.”, you ducked under his arms and ventured further into the hallway.

“And let you commit a crime?”, he fell into step as he caught up with you.

“Always the hero.”, you clicked your tongue as you halted to fix your gaze on him.

“Have you ever wondered why we didn’t work out?”, you raised a question and he parted his lips to answer but you weren’t willing to listen. With every second you spent quarreling with him, you were losing time on stealing what you wanted.

“He’s working with King Pin.”, he held your wrist and pulled you back to him.

“So?”, you furrowed your brows but his touch was sparking the feelings you had for him, again.

“He’s dangerous.”, he whispered with worry in his eyes, he looked like a lost boy waiting and yearning for you to reciprocate what he felt.

You wriggled your hand but he wouldn’t let go. You wanted to argue but before you could,

“and losing his diamond to the National Arts Museum will serve him well.”, he explained further and then it all fell into place.

“You want me to steal it?”, you questioned, now confused as to what his motive was.

“No, I want us to steal it.”, he said with glimmering eyes and you were sure there was a catch to this.

“So I can then donate it?”, you furrowed your brows, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your wrist made you want to place your hand on his lips, to stop him from speaking so you could trace it’s shape with your fingers.

“Yes.”, he admitted and it broke your daydream.

“No way.”, you responded as you slipped your hand from his hold.

“I’ll compensate you for your loss.”, he still held your gaze and you didn’t want to move away from it.

“Oh how do you plan on doing that?”, you questioned folding your arms to fix him with an unenthused look.

“I have my ways.”, he said as fiddled with the edge of the bow that held your dress together.

“So this is part of your great plan to get me back.”, you swallowed as your throat ran dry, learning that this scheme of his wasn’t for some heroic purpose but for his own.

“I’ve always wanted you back.”, he took a step closer as though he wanted to cup your cheek.

“You’re the one who’s fighting this.”, he said it with a passion that was infuriating.

“Ha right.”, you rolled your eyes, because if not he could see the evident loneliness in them.

You tried to walk away from him again, which was beginning to become difficult. There was an unsaid pull towards him, to stay in his hold, to let his fingers pull away your armour that seemed to fall easily around him.

But as you took a step away, you felt the tug on your hip, to then feel the fabric of your dress slip loose. It fluttered as it felt to the ground revealing your suit underneath.

“There she is.”, Miguel smiled admiring your contoured silhouette.

“And how did you plan on playing that off if I didn’t have my suit underneath?”, you turned to him as he picked up your purse from your hand.

“Wouldn’t have complained.”, he snorted a laugh as he fiddled through your belongings to pick up your mask.

“Would have preferred it that way.”, he found your eyes as he fixed your mask around it and you were glad the dim light hid the colour of your cheeks.

“Your charms don’t work anymore.”, you met his gaze with resilience, he hummed as though he was impressed as his finger wandered down your cheek to your neck.

“Then why is it that your pulse is heightened?”, he smirked and you grumbled pulling away from his touch to pick up your dress from the floor.

“You’re insufferable, that’s why.”, you huffed and caught a glimpse of his tuxedo transforming into his spider suit.

You trudged further till you reached a vault and all you could focus on was his presence trailing behind you. He took shared your cat like abilities to lurk around darkness.

“Don’t follow me.”, you warned him as you flipped open the key pad to enter the code.

“I have an equal stake in this heist. I promised the mayor the diamond will be returned to the museum.”, he had his hands on his hips as your threw him a glance over your shoulder.

“Great.”, you said sarcastically as the keypad turned green, granting you access into the next step.

“How did you get him to share the forbidden code?”, he peeked over your shoulder. The hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you felt his breath on your back.

“Men confess anything in their sleep.”, you mumbled shrugging your shoulders hinting to the ease at securing your entry.

But turning to see him once you had secured your gloves, his stance was failing to mask his jealousy.

“What?”, you asked to battle his stare.

“Is that why you spent the night with me? To collect secrets?”, he towered over you.

“No.”, you said instantly. You couldn’t believe it, that he would even dare to question your motive as to why you had gone to him that night.

“Besides, that was ages ago.”, you turned away hurt at his assumption.

“And you mumbled you loved me in the dead of night.”, you spoke with your back facing him.

“Is that why you left?”, his voice was laced with longing.

“Maybe.”, you told him as you began to open the vault door. The heavy door swung open, enough for the two of you to enter.

He had fallen silent again and it was killing you, to see the effect you had on him.

The final step before reaching your prized possession was a series of tiles that had to be stepped on properly in a sequence.

“Did he treat you right?”, he asked and you sighed.

“Let this go, Miguel.”, you stated as your foot hovered over a tile.

“No, I can’t.”, he pulled you away from the glowing tiles.

“I need to know.”, his mask peeled away to expose his face.

“Did he hold you close like I did?”, he tilted his head. And you were growing annoyed, that if he asked another question, you were going to bombard him with the truth.

“Did his touch remind you of me?”, his eyes were heavy lidded, his face slowly leaning forward.

“Miguel, he was drunk and he fessed it up.”, you spoke out in anger, at his questioning, at the resurfacing memories.

“And yes, I can’t find someone else because every stupid little thing reminds me of you. And the worst is it has only made me miss you more.”, you gestured with your hands, trying to convey your annoyance but his eyes were wide with surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked softly.

“Because we’re opposites, Miguel. The nature of our work will always get in the way.”, you argued.

“Aren’t we working together now?”, he looped his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him.

“And all we’ve been doing is arguing.”, your eyes bored into his.

“Why can’t you just admit that you’re wrong about this?”, he grew tense as you pulled away his hand from your waist to escape his hold again.

He took a few steps to walk ahead of you to be in your line of sight again but it was a single click that made you both freeze. His foot was on a glowing tile that buzzed red, out of instinct and fear you tackled him to the ground as poison darts shot out the walls above you. You waited till the silence filtered back in to see what you had done. You were sitting on top of his torso shielding him as best you could. When you tilted your face, the tip of his nose was touching yours, his eyes were dark and lovesick.

The alarms began to blare and you resorted to your backup plan. You used your grappling hook to latch onto the structural element above the floor to swing to the other side to then disable the active tiles.

The diamond sat in a glass box, using your claws you drew out an opening to break into it. Safely taking it out of the box, you secured it and in it’s place dropped your engagement ring.

“We need to get out of here.”, Miguel warned as the front door began to seal itself.

“The only exit is through the vents.”, you ordered him to crawl up first.

“But you hate confined spaces.”, he debated.

“For once in your life Miguel just do as I say.”, you yelled as the sirens grew louder. He got in and you followed.

The vents were wide enough to fit two people but his larger body took up most of the space as you crawled up next to him. It was silent for the most part and you were almost to the end when the tight walls had begun to cause your vision to blur. You stopped and so did he.

“Respirar.”, he coaxed you, his hand resting on your back as he comforted you.

So you inhaled and exhaled slowly, your eyes drifting to his again.

“We’re almost there.”, he said softly, and it amazed you. That even after your efforts to drive him away, he never left.

“I’ve never had someone love me the way you do.”, you confessed to him, whispering it between your breaths.

“Like you need me the way you need air to breathe.”, his eyes never left yours as he waited for you to spell out whatever it was that you wanted to say.

“And it’s difficult to accept that when I have spent my whole life, convinced I’m not worthy of receiving it.”, you finished to see him nod softly.

“Is that why you disappeared in the morning? After we…”, he looked away before his gaze found yours again.

“I had fallen in love with you and that scared me.”, you nudged closer as if you were bestowing your most coveted secret to him.

He leaned closer, the walls somehow disappearing around you, now making it feel cozy as his finger traced your jawline before he tilted your chin up. His eyes fell to your lips and before you could give in to kiss him, he did.

It felt like a part of you that had died, had come back to life. Your breath hot against his skin as he kissed you softly, mindful of where you both were but in the hum of the vents, you heard his as he smiled against your lips, as if this was what he had joined this heist for.

He pulled away so that you could get out of the place you were trapped in, you emerged out to the roof and made your escape.

To drop the diamond of at the museum under an alias because what he had promised seemed so much more better than some stone. He took you to the highest point of the city, to continue where he had left of, to let the city lights and stars shower you in endless glimmering light, the same way he gave his love freely.

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