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rainroses45 · 9 months

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Waiter: “How do you like your coffee?”

Y/n: “Black like my soul-”

Miguel: “They’ll have a white frappuccino with extra whip cream.”

Y/n: “…..”

Miguel: “and a chocolate chip cookie as well.”

Y/n: “the betrayal 😑”

Miguel: “fine I guess i’ll eat the cookie.”

Y/n: “over my DEAD BODY!” *flings themselves on top of table*

#i want coffee #i need coffee #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #spider man across the spider verse #short cute imagine

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rainroses45 · 9 months

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Our Home

description: You and Simon go house hunting (Simon Riley x fem. reader)

a/n: I had such a horrid dream last night that I need to write some fluff (NOT EDITED)

song inspiration: This town by Niall Horan

warnings: none that i know of

“So what do you think?” You twirled around to see his reaction to the new house.

“I think it’s going to be destroyed in two years.” He knocked on the wood twice before a piece of it fell off. “Scratch that, make it an hour.”

“Simon we need to find a new house,” you whined rubbing your belly anxiously. This had been the tenth house you have visited this month and none of them really stood out or appeared to be in a good condition.

“Yes I’m very aware of that sweetheart, but I don’t appreciate having the chance of waking up in the morning and being hit with a piece of the roof.” He rolled his eyes causing you to giggle.

“I suppose you are right, but that still doesn’t change that fact that we need to hurry up and find a house .” You walked over to the front door, Simon following behind, holding the door open for you.

The fresh Autumn breeze brushed against your delicate skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as a remembrance. Your ballet flats crushed the fallen red and orange leaves on the porch. It was a cozy house, but it wouldn’t last a second under a family like yours.

Simon slid an arm over your shoulders as you both walked to the car. “Maybe next the one, darling.” He kissed the side of your forehead for reassurance.

“I hope so,” you wrapped your hand around his waist, praying he was right.

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“How did the house searching go?” Both you and Simon sadly smiled at your elderly neighbor.

Betty was a charming lady who had welcomed you both into the apartment complex with open arms. She would give you her hand knitted goodies and fond memories of her life during especially cold nights.

“It wasn’t what we were looking for,” you sighed grabbing on to Simon as you climbed the last step. “I don’t think we are going to find anything before the baby arrives anytime soon.”

“Oh nonsense sweetheart I’m sure you’ll find one, you just need to have hope.” She smiled sweetly, before offering you both an invitation to spend dinner in her house. To which you both gratefully excepted.

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“When are you going back to work?” You asked Simon, turning off the lamp before facing your husband. He did the same, moving the sheets to bringing you closer to his chest.

“In two weeks.” He sighed taking a deep breath before opening his eyes to meet your longing gaze. “I’m going to miss this.” He whispered, rubbing a gentle hand on your stomach while kissing your forehead.

It had been a rough couple of years adjusting to this life with him, but it was worth all the pain. You meet by accident, he believed you were his blind date set up by him by none other than his friend Johnny, and you thought he was your tutor for biochemistry. Let’s just say it was quite hilarious seeing his face burn red as you asked him to explain how a Nonenzymatic glycosylation or glycation creates glycoproteins.

“Me too,” you mumble, trying to suppress the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. “If we don’t find a house I might just have to live in the bath tub.”

“Nonsense,” Simon scoffed, smiling at your stupid remark. “I guess we will have to move into Johnny’s bachelor pad till then.”

“You plus me, plus baby, plus Johnny equals a big no no,” you laughed at the thought of having to deal with not one baby but two more grown babies. It would be a complete disaster - a funny disaster, but a disaster none the less.

“The house would end up in worst shape than the one we saw today.” Simon rolled his eyes with a grin.

“I guess we will just have to wait and see.” He planted a kiss on your lips before pulling you closer. “Night night, my love.”

“Night night, Simon.”

i think i’m going to write a part two but right now i just need some love, soo i’m going to go finish laundry and then watch the golden girls 🩷

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #cod mwii #johnny mctavish #johnny soap mactavish #cod #im literally crying #I LOVE ROMANCE #WHAHHA #part one #i tried #happy ending for now #happy ending #preggo #biochemistry

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rainroses45 · 9 months

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HELLO!!! its me🌝 could you write a ff on miguel o’hara where reader gets hurt during a mission and doesn’t report in and miguel just goes crazy cause even though they’re not dating he still cares? LOTS AND LOTS OF ANGST POR FAVOR🫶

All I wanted was you

description: You don’t report back after a mission, and it’s sparking something deep inside Miguel (Miguel O’hara c fem. reader)

a/n: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU SO MUCH i hope you enjoy this as much as i have enjoyed writing it 🩷 (NOT EDITED)

song inspiration: All I wanted was you by Paramore

Warnings: LOTS AND LOTS ANGST, mentions of blood and injuries

The beating of his heart transformed into a horror of ticking sounds. The faster it went the more anxious thoughts he got. Why haven’t you reported back yet?

It was suppose to be a simple mission. He wouldn’t have sent you alone if it wasn’t. He wouldn’t have even sent you out at all.

“Maybe you should take some deep breaths and page her again?” Lyla recommended, once again appearing on Miguel’s shoulder for the forty time this hour.

“I’ve tried that already,” he sighed, “it just cuts to static.”

“Are you sure you are doing it right?” Lyla peered over to see, only to shunned off by a furious Miguel.

“You think I don’t know how to work THE FUCKING WATCH?!?” He yelled out as he threw the device across the room, not bothering if or if it didn’t shattered into millions of pieces.

“Not when you’re blinded by your emotions, isn’t that why you made me in the first place you furry face troglodyte?!” She contradicted him, “to help you when you are in this kind of state.”

Miguel rolled his eyes groaning at the AI, not bothering to respond back. He continued his intense search for you, looking at all of your locations last notified in before the signal went out.

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You laid back against the wall clutching your stomach as you took deep breathes. Even as you applied pressure to the wound, heavy amounts of red covered your hands and suit leaving you bare to the crisp air.

The mission was suppose to be easy, a simple get in and get out type of formation. You hadn’t realized something was wrong when entering the danger zone, and that was the first warning sign. Your spidy senses were blocked out in this universe, leaving you too vulnerable to serval attacks.

“No! No! No!” You whispered yelled as the sound of innocent civilians screams echoing through the alleyway. You tried to push yourself off the wall, balancing the weight of your body on your wobbly feet.

“Y/n- Y/n are- Y/n are you- are you there?!” A muffled voice asked - you knew it was his, and you so desperately wanted to answer back with a screaming “YES” but it was no use. If you answered now you would lead more danger onto the others. You had to do this by yourself.

You shot a web on your wound, using it as a makeshift band-aid before grabbing a rock and smashing the watch into pieces.

“Sorry Miguel, but I can’t afford another loss.”

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“PINCHE BASURA DE MIERDA!” The keyboard was crushed under his firm grasp. The little letter keys scattered to the floor as Miguel’s knuckles turned white. You had destroyed it.

He was so close - so close to finding your location and you crushed it like a piece of glass.

“Lyla,” he grunted out as he retracted his claws from the destroyed technology. The clock taunting him back with a flick of the hand.

“Lyla!” He bellowed seeing as the AI didn’t appear to his answers. “Lyla I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING GOOD IF YOU DON’T SHOW UP I WILL DISCONNECT YOU!” He let out a shaky breath. The situation reminded him too much of Gabriella, and he just couldn’t let it go down like that again. He just couldn’t.

“What do you want?” She appeared on his shoulder, face turned away from his trembling gaze.

“I need you to call for back up.” His mask already covered his face, yet she could still see the way his eyes turned bloody under the pressure of you not reporting back.

He never admitted out loud that he loved you. He didn’t need to. Everywhere you went, he followed behind you like a lost puppy. Every thing you wanted, he made sure to give it to you in a matter of seconds. It was the love sick stares when you weren’t watching that attracted the attention of other’s curiosity. The only thing holding him back from expressing his love out loud, was the fear of uncertainty, and it was eating him from the inside right now.

“Why don’t you assemble a team right now?” She questioned, hoping she wasn’t thinking what he was thinking. It would be a suicide mission if he went alone without back up.

“I don’t have time for that.” He typed in the coordinates of your last location. “She doesn’t have time for that.” He whispered before running through the portal.

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You didn’t know how long you had been standing there. Bodies laid on the floor like flowers swaying in a forgotten meadow. The adrenaline once keeping you standing now left you on the ground with nothing.

You tried your best. You gave everything you had, yet it wasn’t good enough. Hundreds of lives were taken under a matter of seconds. You couldn’t tell where your blood trail started nor who it stained.

“Y/n!” Goosebumps erupted from your body, covering the skin that wasn’t pouring out your blood. He shouldn’t have come.

“Y/n!” He called out once more swinging to reach you; his mask disappearing. His shaking hands grabbed your shoulders, ignoring the corpses around him, and only focusing on the tears pouring out of your puffy eyes.

“Gracias a Dios que estás bien,” he pulled you into his chest letting you hear his fast beating heart.

“Are y okay? What hap- happened? Did you-“ His voice came in and out, leaving you with a confused face and a pounding headache.

“Lyla!” He called out to her, asking when was back up coming. His eyes never left your face. It wasn’t until a sticky wet feeling tainted his skin that he noticed the wound.

“Fuck! Okay, okay Y/n, sweetheart I need you to keep your eyes open.” He laid you down on the ground gently, pulling apart your suit to see the gash. You let out a painful scream as he applied pressure onto your injury.

“I’m sorry.” His hands began to tremble, making him yell out in frustration. Now was not the time to start panicking.

“Miguel,” you whispered out, placing a hand on his when he didn’t turn your way. “Miguel it’s okay.” You stated, he shook his head scrunching his eyes trying to clear his blurry eyes.

“No it’s not Y/n, you aren’t going to die on me. You can’t.” He cried out as you looked at him sadly. “You can’t give up that easily y/n! YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME!” He screamed applying more pressure, causing you even more pain.

“Miguel you need to let go!” You mumbled out, your conscious fading in and out of the conversation.

“I can’t Y/n! I fucking can’t!” The sound of sirens filled the air. Even as you laid splattered in blood, your hair tangled up and face filled with bruises, he still thought you looked beautiful.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your grasp on his hand loosened as your eyes closed for the very last time.

“NO!” Quickly, he began to do chest compressions, the crushing sounds of your ribs gave him no indication of stopping. He didn’t care. He didn’t care. He did not care. He needed you. He couldn’t live without you. All he ever wanted, all he ever needed was dead and he couldn’t cope with that.

Maybe if he had revealed he loved you before it wouldn’t have hurt this much, maybe if he never had fallen for you he wouldn’t have felt anything.

But in the end, all he was always going to loose you.

#angst tag #anon <3 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #spider man 2099 #spider man across the spider verse #major character death #sad ending #i’m crying #request #miguel spiderverse #i tried #anon request

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rainroses45 · 9 months

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Let me love you whole

description: You tell Simon about your scars and he tells you about his

(Simone Riley x fem.reader)

a/n: i haven’t gotten any motivation to write or time so this is something short and sweet NOT EDITED

warnings: literally none that i know of

song inspiration: Cardigan by Taylor Swift

Drunk. They were both drunk when she revealed the truth behind her scars. Her hand creased his sweaty face as he caught his breath. Ghost’s eyes focused in on her dilated irises.

“You look pretty,” her smile cause a rush of red to fill his pale cheeks.

“But never as pretty as you.” His gruff voice lowered the rough whisper into a simple breath of limerence.

“Even with my scars?” Y/n asked, her doe eyes shimmered under the moonlight escaping the window.

“Especially with your scars,” he traced his hand down her bare skin, remembering every single line and every single dip of the renewed tissue.

“I tell you where I got mine if you tell me where you got yours?” She held half of his face seeing as the other was stuffed into the pillow. Her thumb gently grazed over his scars. They matched her’s yet his seemed to hold a different story.

“You don’t have to tell me anything darling, you don’t owe me an explanation.” His expression was serious, but she liked how it softened slightly when he looked into her puffed up eyes. Ghost never could hold his harden gaze with her - not even when he was mad.

“But I want you to love me whole,” he smiles sadly, moving a strand of her hair out of her face. She had that after sex glow, but it didn’t do any justice to her since she always had an enchanting essences to her.

“Spill your secrets to me love.” He allowed her to grab his hand and place it on her first scar. A tiny, pink hue of a sharp line on her back was the first to start the long night of awaited stories.

From the battles of war to simply falling off of a bike, she graced Ghost with the marks of her body, allowing him to see her fully. He went through a roller coaster of emotions, from anger to happy to sadness. Anger for those who have harmed his little angle, happiness to see his little butterfly grow to love herself once again, and sadness to see her have to redefine her inner beauty because of simple lines.

Once she finished retelling the story of her scars he pulled her into his arms, “thank you for letting me love you whole.” His words were sincere, and almost blissful.

“Simon,” she lifted her head from his chest, tears dripped from her face like diamonds being spun out of a rainstorm. “Can I love you whole?”

Simon stared at her. How could he not? He wanted to let her explore every crevice of his soul, but with every intrusive thought yelling at him not to - he was scared.

“Do you think you could love me if I do?” His eyes searched hers, waiting, praying, hoping to find an emotion that would put his worries to rest. His hands shook under her hold only making him hold her tighter.

“Simon,” she whispered, a smile began to grow as she wiped away the fallen tears from his cheeks. “I don’t think - I know.” She leaned down to kiss his salty lips. Her hands held his cheeks, wiping away the forbidden raindrops from his face, leaving only the sound of a completed heart beat fill the room.

Slowly, the two parted from the sentimental kiss. Y/n layes back down on his chest leaving him with a giant smile and an open book of memories.

“Okay….I got this one when”

#simon riley x reader #call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #cod #sad shit #call of duty modern warfare iii #happy ending #i tried #i love him

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rainroses45 · 9 months

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AHAHHAHAH i know what i’m wasting my money on now 🤭

The Modern Warfare III logo just LEAKED! (info from twitter!)

IS THAT MAKAROV BEHIND PRICE????😳😳 I'm REALLY looking forward to the announcement!👀

#call of duty #i’m so excited #call of duty modern warfare iii #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #cod mw 2023 #flabbergasted #crying shaking throwing up

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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Chances

☾description: You start to regret your past after having been told recent bad news. Miguel tries to help out as best he can, but falls short, and needs to call in for help.

☾a/n: i think i might take a tiny break (2 days)….this will be part of a series maybe (NOT EDITED)

☾song inspiration: Daylight- David Kushner

☾warnings: umm hinted miscarriage and complications with pregnancy, depression

You felt his gaze on you, but refused to comment on it. The untouched onesies in front of you felt as useless as a chocolate teapot. They were laid out in similar colors of yellow and white, yet they all had different emotions attached to their brand new fabric that caused them to break your heart further.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice barely made its way towards you, even as the room stayed still with silence.

“What’s there to talk about?” You asked lightly kicking one the onesie’s away from you, but you soon regretted your actions. Quickly, you rushed to your knees and straightened out the tiny piece of clothing, placing it back in its old spot.

“You know what they say isn’t true?” His words lack the truth in your mind, making them loose every ounce of hope left to their tiny threads.

“How do you know that Miguel?” Hours ago, questions upon questions flooded your mind all at once that you couldn’t focus on anything but your beating heart. But now, you stayed still like a statue not even caring if your heart still filled you with the same melody.

“Doctors aren’t always right mi vida. They are human too.” His shadow fell upon your body covering your swollen belly. Bandages wrapped around your hands like little fingers gripping for safety in the new world.

“I know.” You whispered back as your lip trembled under the weight of the recent news.

When you went to doctors for a check up, you were overjoyed to see your little ball of sunshine on screen. Her heartbeat echoed through the dimly lit room like a siren’s call through the coves. It enchanted you and bewitched every emotion inside your body.

You couldn’t stop smiling at the beautiful sound that came from your belly, that when the lights came on you still shined in the internal glow. It was not until the doctor informed you of the results of your last test, that you let the feeling of hope drain from you.

Complications. Further along the pregnancy there would be complications, she said it as if it was a well known fact, making you feel stupid in believing you would have a smooth pregnancy.

“With Miguel’s and your’s complex DNA it would be difficult for the baby to be developed without any complications.” You could read between the lines along with the way the doctor looked around the room not wanting to look into your horror filled eyes.

“I wish I was never bitten by that stupid spider.” You admitted out loud as you watch Miguel’s posture tense up.

“Pero Amor, if you didn’t get bit I would have never met you.” He sunk to his knees next to you, wrapping his arms around your limp body.

“I know, but I rather be free of this duty then loose our baby.” You voice was gentle yet it was sharp enough to cut Miguel’s heart into millions of pieces.

“We will get through this.” He held back all the emotion letting him join you in the monuments of stone. “ I can’t loose another daughter.”

His voice was low yet dark. No one knew how deep his grief grew inside his heart, and no one would want to see just hot sharp the thrones would prick. You didn’t want to cause him anymore loss, but you have no control over life and death - no one did.

“I think I’m going to go to sleep already.” You got up from the floor, cradling your belly not wanted to startled any unwanted moments. Miguel helped you up placing a lingering kiss on your forehead before allowing you to walk to you guy’s master bedroom.

“Te Amo,” he said before you closed the door. You simply glanced a second at him before mumbling a faint response. “I wish you didn’t,” closing the door quietly before Miguel to further comment.

His heart sank at your words, wondering how true they really were. Miguel needed to clear his mind. He needed to call someone who could understand , but he didn’t want his ego to be crushed by the simple ring of the phone. Without another intrusive thought to overwhelm him, he dialed a number still keeping track of the sounds around him.

Just when he was about to reach the finale ring, a familiar voice picked up.

“I swear I didn’t do it!”

I just took melatonin and I’m not sure what i even wrote

#miguel o’hara x reader #angst tag #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man 2099 #spider woman #pregnant reader

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Imagine miguel catching you reading smut. the way you would throw the book across the room only for him to shoot a web and catch it.

“what’s this?” he asks curiosity flipping over the pages reading the dirty lines, all while you curl yourself up in a ball blushing. you would try to escape the area at first but then he would start to read the lines out loud.

“his length sprung out as its red tip-“ “SHUT UP YOU FURRY FACED TROGLODYTE!” you screamed as you tackled him to the floor trying to take the book out of his hands.

“her loins burned with passion while he sucked on her perked breast. you actually like this stuff?” he smirked at you as he flipped to the next page. you stood up seeing no point in trying to deny it anymore. before you could respond, the door slammed open causing miguel to stand up still with the book in his hand.

and peter just walks in like “hey i read that book before, personally she should have got with nate but adams jawline was to DIE FOR.” miguel just looks at him like “wtf” while you rush over to him fangirling.

soon miles walks in along with gwen and hobie only to see you and peter squealing so hard. miguel’s just stands there still with the book in his hand wondering how could he have avoided all this.

“what are you guys jumping up and down for?” gwen raised an eyebrow at the both of you. miguel was about to explain the situation when peter interrupted.

“i walked in to see miguel reading the most dirtiest yet well written romance book ever.” everyone just turns around to see a blushing miguel who is stumbling over his words.

“well no this isn’t actually my book…ummm this is y/n’s book….i-y/n you can jump in at any time now.”

“oh no i think you are doing fine by yourself, it was your flaming loins you were complaining about.” you giggled as miguel gave you the most betrayed look of the entire world. the one scene were he just stands there shocked, yeah that is what he would be doing.

hobie would never let him live this moment down, and miles would be less afraid of him yet more weird with him. it was just uncomfortable knowing that he read smut, same with gwen she would just be a tad bit awkward with him.

peter would be throwing romance recommendations left and right and trying to start a spider book club which miguel would turn down every time.

you on the other hand experienced what is was like to feel your loins on fire for serval nights after that incident. but you weren’t complaining, miguel learned some ideas after reading your book ;)

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv hobie #hobie brown #spiderman spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #smut #caught in 4k

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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Quinceañera

☾description: Miguel and you plan Gabriella’s quince

☾a/n: my friend sent me a video of fanart about Miguel and Gabriella at her quince and I GOT IDEAS NOT EDITED (i kinda wrote it in a rush so it’s not the best, but i’ll fix it later)

☾song inspiration: Amor Eterno by Rocío Dúrcal

☾warning: none it’s pure fluff

“Miguel did you send out the invitations?!”

“Not yet! Did you book the hair appointment?!”

“Working on it!” You called out as you balanced the phone on your shoulder waiting for the hairstyles to respond back after having you on hold.

Currently, your husband Miguel and you were planning your daughter Gabriella’s quinceañera. There were only four months left before the big event, and everyone in the house was pulling their cards.

Which speaking of the birthday girl, Gabriella came running down the stairs with a crying baby in her hands. “Mom! Othello is hungry again!”

“Hold on mijita I need to finish sewing this last piece on.” You mumbled as you held the needle in between your lips. The horrid elevator music still playing on the phone.

“Princesa can you go get the purple ribbon for me.” Miguel pointed towards the coffee table, gently taking the baby boy into his arms. “Amor did you already pump some leche?”

“Yes it should be in the fridge.” You answered back, the light, purple fabric laid on your lap. Its glittery rhinestones shinned brightly under the light as you stitched up the finale gap in the dress.

“Amor ya no hay leche.” Othello made grabby hands toward the fridge, causing miguel to pull him back before he grabbed the crema for flautas.

“Espérame,” you stood up from the wooden stool handing over the newly finished dress. “Go try this on, and tell me if it comfortable.” You handed your daughter the simple yet puffy dress. “If you need help just tell me.”

Gabriella kissed your cheek muttering a quick thank you before running upstairs to try on her dress.

“Okay,” you turned around to face Miguel. You slid your arm out of the tank top, allowing you click off the strap of your of your bra. “Quien es mi baby precioso de mami,” you tickled othello’s belly making him giggle; his hands scrunched up in the arms excitedly causing Miguel to let out a chuckle.

“You are, yes you are,” gently Miguel placed him in your arms letting you breastfeed him. The soft coo’s of your baby almost made you forget you were still on hold, until faint “hello’s” were heard.

Quickly your husband grabbed the phone, explaining how you were feeding the baby and when the party would be. You tried to hide your laugh as Miguel tried to understand what type of cosmetic terms they were talking about.

“Gracias…. igualmente adiós.” He hung up the phone placing it down on the table. “I have no idea what any of them were talking about.” Miguel huffed out as he placed his hands on his waist.

“Neither did I, can you pass me the toalla please?” Miguel did as told without hesitation placing a soft, yellow toalla over your shoulder.

“We should have another one.”Miguel commented causing you to start coughing on air. Othello tiny fist slapped your chest, trying to tell you to stop moving so much.

“Absolutely not,” you stated firmly, “I don’t think my body can take pushing out another baby.”

“It was just a thought.” Miguel mumbled making you laugh at how kid like he was acting.

You were just about to respond when your daughter yelled out “INTRODUCING LA PRINCESA DE NUEVA YORK, GABRIELLA O’HARA!” And just like that, both you and Miguel turned to see your daughter walk down the stairs in her dress.

She glowed under the lights as she held up the purple fabric in her hands. Gabriella placed the tiara on as well, only causing more tears to fall from your face.

“Guys you promised you weren’t going to cry.” Gabriella giggled as she saw her parents tear up just at the sight of her in the dress. She couldn’t wait to see how you both would react to the full glammed up look.

“You just look so beautiful mijita.” Miguel sniffled as he saw his once little girl finally reach the bottom step of the stairway. “I didn’t imagine time would go this fast.”

“First of all, I did an excellent job on the dress, osea me aventé.”

“Ama,” Gabriella laughed trying to brush off her now teary eyes. It just made her emotional seeing how her parents reacted to the outfit. She was growing up to be a beautiful, radiant, intelligent woman, and they missed the little girl who would ask them to tie her shoes before every soccer game.

“I know sorry, you just look so stunning in your dress mamas and so grown up.” You wiped away the tears before they could fall on to Othello’s face.

“I’m still you guy’s little girl.” She said with a smile reaching out for a group hug. Miguel picked up Othello wiping away the milk from his face and then placing him on his shoulder for a burping. You turned around to place you straps back on before heading towards the rest of the family.

Tears still fell from everyone’s faces, but the once beautiful sad moment was turned into pure laughter after a tiny burp was let out.

I might just start writing more one shots just in spanish

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara #gabriella o’hara #quinceanera #spiderman across the spiderverse #i’m in love with him #happy ending #miguel o’hara x you

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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Imagine when miguel is chasing after miles and instead of trying to stop him forcefully you just yell out “IM PREGNANT” instead.

the way miguel would crash into a car shocked, quickly turning around to face you with the most “i beg your biggest fûcking pardon” face ever. it’s just makes me cackle at the way this man would be like “seriously out of all times you chose to tell me THIS IS WHAT YOU CHOSE?!”

miles wouldn’t even have turned back. my dude would have skedaddled so fast from the scene, but not before yelling out a faint “congratulations” before continuing on.

miguel would have just stayed there frozen not sure if he should be running towards you or chasing after miles. you just stand then shimming around awkwardly wondering if you should specify anymore information or cha cha real smooth to the honking cars.

then everyone else just shows up all confused seeing miguel just stand there shocked as if someone just stole his left kidney. untill all of them see you and then just start nodding like “oh so you finally told him.” peter would be video tapping everything like “mayday first pregnancy reveal / chase” while making sure to have miguel’s shocked face in the video for blackmail <3

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #pregnant reader #miles morales #spider man across the spider verse #peter b parker #mayday parker #spiderman spiderverse #i’m literally in love with him

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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Shattered Glass

☾description: Miguel and you get into an argument which leads you to see a not so pretty side of him

☾a/n: currently for other stuff for him and i just wrote this quickly at night NOT EDITED

☾song inspiration: love in the dark by adele

☾warnings: knife, angst, mentions of blood and puke, kinda yandere

His reflection glanced back at you like raindrops falling down a transparent mirror. Everywhere you turned, his red eyes laid there, following you as you tried to escape his harsh gaze.

Upon the shatter glass, laid the crumble flowers of mother earth, and what appeared to be her salty tears mourning the once’s gifted life. A pink tag ripped in half held two cursive names, one from and the other one to - both sharing a last name by choice, it was never by chance.

“Don’t you see I’m trying Y/n?!” His words ran across the once quiet room, scurrying towards the tippy top of the room searching for space in the already cramped atmosphere of tension.

“No.” You began once more, “No, Miguel - I don’t see, I don’t hear, and I mostly certainly to not feel like you are trying to change!”

“Vieja mendiga me estás cayendo tan mal!” Miguel gritted his teeth as he looked up from the celling then back to you. “That’s because you are too caught in your own selfishness, that you can’t lend a second of your precious time to witness anything other than yourself!” He pointed at you screaming again.

The clock had grown tired of hearing the same words being repeated, that its eyes only rolled back and forth in annoyance. Time had no place in this moment, and even if it did, what’s to stop you both from going all night?

It had been a simple disagreement at first. Miguel desperately yearned to have a child as soon as possible, while you wanted to wait a little longer for the violent, recurring missions to settle down. He wanted one now. You wanted to wait. The rest was history, which caused serval other topics to sprout from that one misplaced weed.

“Oh really?” You placed your hands on your hip, as you leaned forward. Your eyebrows shot up shocked at the words being thrown at you. “Says the man who’s never home!”

Miguel scoffs at your comment, crossing his arms and looking away from your furious gaze. “How do you want to raise this child Miguel?! Hm? Together, or do you just want me to play both roles as you go live in your office for the rest of our child’s li-”

“Enough!” He bellowed as both of his hands gripped his head. His palms covering his ears, in a desperate attempt to sound you out.

“No! No me voy a callar!” You stomped your foot down, shattering more glass, allowing your determined eyes to haunt every angle of your husband’s eyesight.

A silence began to sew its way into the air, making it appear as if all the wounds created were now stitched up to perfection.

Slowly you walked over the glass, and reached out to touch Miguel’s shoulder. A deep sigh escaped you in your tired state, even with this heavy burden of being a superhero, nothing could be harder than staying angry at someone who could die tomorrow.

“Miguel I’m sorry-“ Before you could finish, a blunt force pushed you to the wall, causing the chattery clock to fall down to your feet. It’s arrows spiraled down to the floor as it took one last bow.

“I said enough.” He whispered as his hand grabbed your jaw in place. A look of terror washed over you in gigantic amounts. His claws tug into your bruised cheek, leaving trickles of red to issue out of your veins, in a lagoon filled of bloody roses. So soft, so smooth, so very horrid, yet it blended in with his soul. The eyes always reflect back what’s in the soul.

You froze underneath his touch. A touch you once craved for warmth became the one that caused you whimper from the coldness brushing against your open wounds. Your husband, your Miguel, was now doing something he vowed never to do, and you just hung there - frozen as the memories of all the times he blemished you with his love brushed against your bruised heart in heavy blows.

It was not until you felt heavier in his arms that Miguel realized just what he had done. Quickly he removed his hands from your neck and took serval steps back. The scene in front of him made his stomach turn in so much disgust, he ran towards the apartment window to puke.

You groggy stood up as you held the wall behind you for support. The broken pieces were pushed away with your foot as you grabbed a knife from the kitchen. You didn’t want to hurt him, but he left you no choice - it was either be killed or let him suffer with a knife in the back.

Slowly, you take a peek inside the living room, only to find Miguel already slouched across the window wiping his mouth as tears flood his view. You began to walk back, but without being aware of your surroundings you accidentally crushed a piece of the clock, alerting Miguel to your presence.

“Amor?” He called out unsure if he heard you, or if his senses miss interpreted the noises inside his mind. You quickly hid behind a wall holding the knife towards you. You lowered your mask, allowing the blood to stain its once clean texture.

“Mi vida was that you?” He called out once again, “Please come out. I’m sorry.” With those words, your fear soon transformed into anger - boiling, hot hatred fueled by anger. The audacity he has to try and patch up the damage he has done with meaningless words!

“Lárgate Miguel,” you responded back, still hidden behind the wall. “Lárgate de mi vida!” You yelled out more determined than before.

“What?” He asked softly, still not being able to believe what he was hearing.

“You heard me Miguel.” Your voice surprising didn’t crack as you gripped the knife tighter.

His footsteps became louder as he made his way towards you, without hesitation you climbed to the corner of the celling in a defensive pose.

“Mi vida-“ He turned around believing you were still hiding behind the wall. “Where are you cariño?” Miguel spun around trying to see if you were in the kitchen.

“Ya no te quiero ver Miguel, por favor vete!” You wanted to cry, beg him to leave so you could continue on life without him, but Miguel never could listen. He was too stubborn to open his ears, this was also a component that was added to the argument.

“No amor por favor no digas eso por favor!” He began to beg to the hallway, unsure of where you were. “Perdóname, perdóname mi vida. No puedes dejarme solo, no puedo vivir sin ti amor. No puedo respirar, no puedo comer, no puedo dormir sin tener tu amor conmigo en mi corazón.” Miguel pleaded to the air as our - your tiny apartment echoed back his cries.

“Please Miguel, for me, for us…please leave, I can’t love you anymore.” Tear fled down your face, irritating your cuts, but it was minor compared to the pain in your chest.

Without another word, Miguel turned around to face the corner your currently were being held from.

“I knew you were there princesa,” You look at him in horror as he merely smirks back in fondness. “Pero no quiera decir nada because I didn’t want to scare you. But if you don’t love me anymore, I guess you leave me no choice then.” His movements were swift and precise. Your mask was ripped off of your face leaving your blood shot eyes matching his sinister red ones.

You were a fool to think a silly kitchen knife would protect you against the monstrosity of a husband. Miguel plucked it out of your hands, and before you could escape his grasp a familiar feeling hit you. His teeth tug into you, and before you could kick him off a feeling of numbness overtook your body.

The feeling of defeat never felt better seeing as he won nothing but false hope and life filled with grief. It didn’t matter in the end on how it ended, you will have the last laugh - it was canon.

I need to stop writing sad stuff…welp anywho I tried

#miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #no use of y/n #im sorry #im tireeed #spooderman

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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The Lady of Moonlight Garden

☾description: (Miguel O’hara x F. Reader) Gwen and Miles find a mystery famous portrait in Miguel’s Office

☾a/n: I was watching Hotel transylvania as one does AND I GOT MEGA INSPIRATION for this…NOT EDITED

☾song inspiration: el muchacho de los ojos tristes

☾warning: umm mentions of fire and death

“Woah what is this place?” Miles swung down as he shockingly took in interior. A room fitted with cozy furniture surrounded him along with stacks of unorganized mission reports. Everything seemed to homey to be part of the high tech building.

“I think this is boss man’s office.” Gwen answered back, she quietly walked across the room to see what was behind the cluttered desk.

Serval gadgets laid exposed on the table with wires peaking out or dented metal fractures. Pens were left bent and ink less leaving only faded little scribbles on the corner of the pieces of paper. Folders upon folders laid stacked up on one another all with different years and made up scientific words.

“Gwen,” Miles called out to her, in front of him hung a giant portrait of a woman. Her smile was permanently frozen in time, savoring the moment of true happiness. Her arms were halfway raised, yet what she was holding was blocked out by an old, red fabric.

“She looks familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.” Gwen squinted her eyes trying to see if any memories of the beautiful woman popped up.

“I think I remember her,” Miles stated as he took off his mask. “The Lady of Moonlight Garden, there was a memorial site for her.” He leaned in closer to take in her features. The smoothness of her skin and the faint hue of pink staining her cheeks lured him back into his memories.

“I remember the story now.” Gwen mumbled out in shock as the flashbacks of her school field trip came rushing towards her in heavy blows.

“I don’t really recall how went,” Miles scratched his neck as he suddenly regretted not paying attention to his teacher during the lecture.

“The Lady of Moonlight Garden, the story goes that a lonely hero met her by chance, and they say that no two souls were ever more meant for each other.” Gwen took off her mask, she remembered how the story made her tear up at the end.

“Eventually they settled down in the Moonlight Gardens, and had a child. But then, a horrible tragedy happened.” Miles turned to face Gwen, noticing how her eyes seemed glossy and how she began to sniffle lightly.

“A fire started mysterious one night, and it killed all of them.” Gwen quickly wiped away a fallen tear before continuing. “When I was at the memorial site at the garden I could still feel their love for one another. My teacher said it’s as if a soul is still trapped in the ruins themselves.” Miles was about to comfort Gwen when an unexpected voice commented.

“The story is wrong.” Both Gwen and Miles turned around to see tall man appear out of the shadows. His cold exterior dropped into one that relinquished high tension.

Slowly Miguel walked over to the portrait in large strides. Gwen and Miles parted ways, allowing the once intimated man to pass, not wanting to cause anymore damage then needed.

He reached out to grab the dusty fabric, his claws breaking through leaving five holes for him to stitch up later. “It was only the wife and child that died.” He whispered, forcefully pulling down the fabric causing dust to fill the air.

Both teenagers began coughing trying to swish away the dirt particles, only to be left wide eye at the seen in front of them. There stood the smiling woman holding a happy baby girl, but that wasn’t what shocked them the most. It was the person towards the right of the photo that caused them to shiver in guilt. There stood Miguel - a happier Miguel who didn’t hold the rigid personality and seriousness that current him had.

“I’m so sorry-“ Miles tried to say before getting cut off.

“It wasn’t an accident that caused the fire.” Miguel stated, never once turning back to face them. He didn’t even know why he was admitting this to them. “They were murdered in the dead of night, holding one another as the fire killed them alive.”

“We are very sorry-“ Gwen tried to apologize, but Miles just placed a hand on her shoulder shaking his head down. They should have never came here. They should have never even looked at the portrait.

Tension filled the room to the brim making it seem almost impossible to breath. After a couple of minutes, the moment of silence was finally broken.

“Leave.” Miguel whispered angrily, “LEAVE!” He turned around screaming at the kids. His eyes turned red and his fanged pierced with venom.

Both teens ran out of the room muttering finale apologizes, before leaving the once again lonely hero to himself.

honestly I might rewrite this later because I want to add more pizzazz

#miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #gwen stacy #miles morales #spider gwen #spider man #spider man across the spider verse #spider woman #hotel transylvania #miguel o’hara x you

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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The Blinding Rain

☾ description: (Miguel O’Hara x reader) You find that the only pleasure left in your life is during the rain fall of your husband’s touch.

☾a/n: this is my first time writing smut even tho it’s like a small dabble of the whole thing…i kinda hate it but who cares NOT EDITED

☾warnings: implied depression and anxiety and smut (i’m not sure if that counts)

☾song inspiration: labios rotos by zoé and I was all over her by salvia plath

His hands traveled up your hips as you stood there exposed. You let out a whimper as his nails gently grazed upon your soft skin.

Miguel licked his lips at the sight of your body. The moonlight creased your skin leaving behind shadows only a painter could capture between the moments of passion. You closed your eyes as his hands reached your tear stained face - waiting, praying, hoping he would ignore the fighting inside you.

“Ya no llores amor, por favor ya no llores.” He whispers trying to maintain what little composure he has left. His thumbs began wiping away the river of tears, before they could drop to the floor in abandonment. It wasn’t suppose to happen like that. It wasn’t suppose to cause this much damage towards your beating heart.

“Just shut up, and make it stop,” you begged to him, still not opening your eyes, too afraid more tears would begin to pour out. He didn’t know what to say; he just reached over and pressed a soothing kiss on your forehead.

Raindrops began to knock on the window, blurring the scene within, so no other intruder could cause anymore damage. The thunder played over their words, making them stay in the walls of a room they would become lost in.

One hand was placed behind your head, the other laid in the curve of your back as he laid you down on the cold bed. The sheets flowed around you as water protecting a waterlily pad. You were in an empty stream, but you waited for him to create the ripples, allowing you to push forward towards the others.

Miguel kneeled in front of you, leaving a trail of kisses towards your breast. You let out a sigh as you opened your eyes to see your husband exposed to the midnight air. His eyes closed this time as he reminisced in the feeling of his lips against your scarred skin. A feeling of numbness rushed over you, leaving you to stare at the celling as you let your chest rise and fall with nothing to feel.

Miguel noticed this, he noticed how you drifted away from him and the present moment. A moan soon escaped you as you felt his hands squeeze your inner thighs. His thumb brushing up against your stretch marks, as he kissed them with admiration.

“Please Miguel,” your voice cracked, tears began to sprout again from the caverns of your soul. “Let me feel you.”

“Lo que quieres me amor, te lo hago.” Those were his finale words before his fingers brushed against your cunt, allowing you to relax in another feeling other than the one harboring you everyday.

You just laid before him, unable to do anything but watch his hands. Before you could piece together his next move, you felt his finger inside of you. Quickly you inhale and exhale allowing your muscles to relax against his touch.

The bed sheets held your body as you melted against his movements. The rhythm was fast and rough allowing him to insert another finger without you noticing. Miguel began to smile as he saw you grip the sheets harder, letting your back arch in pure pleasure. He pressed his thumb against your clit, lazily circling it, smiling even hard as he heard you let out a low groan.

This was nothing new to you. It was the simple feeling of being overwhelmed with a temporary emotion rather than harvesting serval thoughts that what made these nights special. You could feel his fangs grazing over your thigh. He let them be dragged across your stomach till he reached your chest. Tenderly, Miguel wrapped his lips around your nipple, gently nibbling on it, before biting it firmly.

A rush of euphoria ran through your fountains of red, making you cum hard on his fingers. “I love you’s” and “fuck’s,” were being shouted out as you finished coming down from your high, leaving behind every bit of numbness to fade away.

“You did so well baby,” Miguel praised you, gently moving a piece of your hair out of your face. “I’m so proud of you, so, so very proud.” He licked his fingers, humming on how good you tasted. You whined at the lost of contact, to which Miguel leaned down and kissed your lips. Finally, you released the sheets, leaving your shaking hands to hold his face in loving way. You moaned into his mouth as you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled against his kisses. Your eyelashes clung together as the tears slid down your red cheeks.

“No,” he whispered looking into your glossy eyes. “Don’t apologize for feeling like this, princesa. We will beat this. We will beat all of this just like last time.” He said this to reassure you, but instead it sounded more as if he was trying to reassure himself that you were cable of beating it again.

“Can we continue Miguel?” You asked looking into his sadden eyes. You still wanted to feel all of him, not wanting to be empty in that way nor in the other.

He smiled mournfully, not trusting his voice and only nodded. Miguel needed you to feel his love. He needed you to feel his happiness. He needed you to feel his anger. He just needed you to feel.

Ya no llores amor, por favor ya no llores: Dont cry anymore love, please, don’t cry anymore

lo que quieres mi amor, te lo hago: whatever you you want my love, i’ll do it for you

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #sad shit #smut #spider man across the spider verse #spider man 2099 #miguel o’hara x you #i’m tired #i tried #bon appetit

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rainroses45 · 11 months

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me when I saw Miguel O’Hara <3

#miguel o'hara #spiderman #spider man 2099 #spider man across the spider verse #i’m literally screaming #i’m literally in love with him #i’m crying

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rainroses45 · 1 year

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<3

Hi! I love ur work !

I was wondering if you could do König + Civilian wife prepnancy HC’s. Tysm!

König when his civilian wife is pregnant

Hey, lovely readers, I know next to nothing about pregnancy except what I've heard in biology class and those were very clinical. Moving on—

- First of, it would be more likely for it to not be planned even with how much of a worry-rat your husband is.

— König is half-convinced that the field will be his undoing, that he'll die alone with a bullet lodged between his flesh. He's sure his concern is valid enough. He's killed too many fathers and mothers, husbands and wives, sons and daughters.

— He doesn't want to leave his child without a father, who'll only know him as a vague figure whose most distinctive feature is his absence.

- König, often, has half the mind to break his commander's back when his burner phone rings during his leave.

— Like, can you imagine how much more violent he'd be when he's no longer just asked to leave his wife alone— you're asking him to leave his pregnant, carrying his child, the mother of his kid, wife alone. You're dead.

- You'd try to hide it. The both of you have had conversations about it before and though he'd try to sugarcoat it as much as humanly possible, it was obvious your husband wasn't ready for any mini-me's of him running around.

— When he finds out, perhaps seeing the tests or the receipts of your appointments with your doctor, he's devastated. Completely heartbroken and hating himself for behaving in a way that led you to make a decision to keep it from him.

— "Why didn't you tell me, Schatz?" He watches as you curl around yourself, knees kissing your chin and unable to meet his pleading eyes.

— "Darling, look at me, please—" there's a begging in his voice. König is drawn tight like an arrow just about to chase the horizon. "Please, Schatz, why didn't you tell me?"

— "You wouldn't," you bite your tongue, tasting the bitter words on your tongue. "You wouldn't want me to keep it."

— You never knew you could watch pain physically unfold so viscerally in your husband's face.

- Holds you for a long, long time. Arms gently wrapped around your middle, nose nuzzled in the junction between your neck and shoulder and trying to make you feel how sorry he is.

— "König, it's okay.." He shakes his head, humming a disagreement against your skin. He's not particularly good with words, not because of nervousness but mostly because he keeps silent a majority of the time so it takes him a while to formulate his sentences.

— "It's.. it's not okay, Schatz. I'm your husband," he says his title with so much awe and weight it threatens to bring tears to your eyes. "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death." A hand places itself above your stomach, tracing the word 'love' across your shirt. "That was my solemn vow."

- As a person who didn't grow up with a father figure in his life, König is painfully unaware of what fathers are expected to do. He knows their value, knows too well as a person who had to make up for the absence of one, but what a father means to a child is lost on him.

— Purchases lots of books on parenthood very early on. You could be in your first trimester and you'll never catch your husband without his reading glasses on.

— "What's that, love?" You try to take a peek at his phone's screen, slightly interested at what he'd been nodding along to for the past hour.

— ".. Nothing.." He tucks the thing behind his pillow, a shy smile playing on his lips.

— When you surf through his browser history, you see "how to make love to your pregnant partner"

- König definitely tries to go with you everywhere, just trailing behind you like a guard dog. When you're talking with someone/paying for your stuff, he looms over you like a particularly terrifying beast.

— "T-that'll be €165.." the cashier stutters out, shoulders hunched and looking anywhere but you. A frown settles over your face. "Are you alright?"

— They voice out a curt laugh. "Yes, of course, I'm sorry for worrying you, ma'am." A quick glance above your head makes you understand fairly quickly what's going on.

— "Stop scaring them, darling!" You playfully scold your husband who's quick to look away with a small smirk. "I didn't mean to."

- Gets you a dog to keep you company when he's gone.

— He's always been fond of pets, dogs especially, so after you agree with his proposal, he's eager to get a retired military dog and gets one unbelievably quickly through his connections. (Definitely not because he was already interested in getting one and had everything in order. No, of course not.)

— "Keep mama safe," He tells the dog sternly and you laugh at his antics, waiting for him to bend over so you can kiss his forehead. "We'll be alright, my darling."

- Pissed as hell when he gets called back to base. Everyone is confused why intimidating but generally amicable König is suddenly glaring at everyone and is even more ruthless in the field than normal.

— König's commander doesn't voice it out, for the sake of keeping morale high and for his own dignity, but having your most bloodthirsty and talented soldier returning from leave with a hard glare and seething at you isn't very easy.

— "Hey, what's up with you—" König growls, earning himself surprised glances from his fellow soldiers. For a moment, he regrets it but then he thinks of his pregnant wife, alone, and concludes that he simply doesn't give a single fuck.

- Although he doesn't have an aversion towards surprises, König doesn't want to be unaware of his baby's gender.

— Breaks down crying when he finds out he's gonna have a baby girl. Literally unable to get up from the floor, "hold me" type of thing as he lets go of all his pride and just starts weeping.

— You're not disturbed by it, just feeling the moment alongside your husband but the doctor surely is.

— Seeing this 6'10 man sculpted with the image of a Greek god just crumble and be held by his cooing wife stays with her for a month.

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rainroses45 · 1 year

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A Lover & Fighter

☾description: Neteyam realizes something important about your relationship (Neteyam x fem. reader)

☾a/n: i wrote this at night because i need a sad word dump…anywho i tried (not edited :))

☾song inspiration: try-pink (sped up) & teen suicide - haunt me (x3)

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Her hair was laced in beaded braids. Her necklaces hung from her neck like medals. The twinkle of hope and despair infused with one another in scent of glistening power. With each moment of silence the clan knew she was conspiring a better idea. Every war call, meant there was a forest filled with blood shed. The simple glance of her marmalade eyes, could defuse any fear inside a companion’s heart, but could cause any enemy a loss of color.

No one knew of her parents, nor how she came to be conceived. She was a wild horse in the pasture filled with snow ball sheep. Not a threat at first, but never mistake the power of a liberated spirt.

Neteyam was the fool in this game of hearts. He tried to soothe her into his arms with sweet praises of temptation. He tried to connivance her that they were meant to be. How he had known her his entire life. He read her in poems, pictured her in many songs, watched the flowers blossom and thought she might like them too. He was a fool, such a fool to fall for a girl without a future.

A sudden smack stung Neteyam’s cheek. His thoughts suddenly faded away with the wind, leaving his mind blank. A hand print darken his face as bubbling rage spread through him like a wildfire.

His cocky laugh irritated Neteyam with passion. Only an idiot would hit the son of Toruk Makto on the face, an idiot indeed. Auayew stood there proud and tall as he saw the masterpiece form on his opponent’s cheek. In no way was Neteyam considered a fighter, but at this very moment a new sense of thinking sported with in him. Maybe it was time to change that?

Before Neteyam could defend another blow, she came. Her soft hands pulled Auayew away from his body and soon they did ruins. Each punch caused another flood of tears to pursue down his bruised face. Drops of liquid metal began to pour out of his mouth. She didn’t care though - she never did.

He stood there and watched in awe. Even as her face stayed still like the sand, her eyes showed waves of fury crashing upon one another. Her hair flowed in the wind as the beads rattled in a warning.

Emerald stones embodied her skin with grace. Sparkling stars twinkled across her skin in series of aggravated kisses. Harsh strokes of red scattered across her body, blemishing and staining her like a tarnished painting. She was the definition art, she wasn’t the most beautiful women in the world, but she made you feel something real. And that - that is what truly mattered when loving her.

“I suggest you get out of here before I stop pulling my punches.” Her words caused him to shiver in awe. Her stance was so powerful, so surreal and inspiring. He watched as Auayew scurried away, holding his nose in pain. It brought a smile on Neteyam’s face to see him suffer a little.

“Are you okay?” His heart felt like it was about to erupt from his chest. The pain from his cheek was long forgotten, unlike thoughts of her.

“Oh yeah, it didn’t hurt me that much,” he tried shrugging off her intimidating gaze. It was enchanting to stare into her eyes from a far, but up close it made him feel nervous and insecure. Was he good enough for her?

“Are you sure?” She asked again with a softer gaze. A smile bloomed on her face as she heard him let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah..I- I’m not much of a fighter.” He stumbled upon his words trying to find the right phase in describing his pervious actions. “I just don’t want to cause a scene.”

“I like that.” Her words had caused him to finally look up. She was even prettier in person. Her golden leaf diadem floated around her head like a halo of life. Strands of her hair wired around the air as they tried to escape with the leaves worryingly in the breeze.

“You do?” His wide eyes, maybe he didn’t need to change. Why would he need to change when she already liked him like that.

“Yeah, not everyone needs to be a fighter. We need more lovers to converse with.” True words fled her mouth, but he thought differently.

“I think fighters are lovers. They are just more passionate about their love.” His words clearly sparked something inside her because you could clearly see it radiate on her face.

Neteyam truly believed his heart couldn’t suppress the yearning to break free any longer, that was until she fell to the ground in laughter. Like an angel falling down from her throne of faith, she laid there open and free, allowing herself to enjoy the humor of it all. Her laugh was contagious causing him to go down laughing as well.

“Oh oh that’s absolutely brilliant, but unfortunately I’m not a lover..” She looked over at him in curiosity, his name was never given to her as a keepsake. He caught on this rather quickly and awkwardly.

“Neteyam, my name is Neteyam,” her eyes lit up in realization, and soon they filled with sadness. Quickly, she turned away to look back up at the trees. A soothing shade crept over their bodies and left them to enjoy the cool moss.

“My name’s Y/n.” He already new her sweet name backwards and forwards, but for that moment he pretended he didn’t.

“That’s a lovely name.” She didn’t respond back to his complement, instead she chose to bathe her self in the natural music of Pandora.

It wasn’t until the sun ripened that the she got up from her spot. She didn’t look back at him, but stayed staring at the new painted sky.

“Tomorrow, I am joining the warriors on a mission.” Neteyam’s heart sank with those words. Truly, she was not serious.

“What?” He felt like crying in despair. How? How could it be? Just when he got to enjoy the moonlight sinatra with her, she was going to leave to battle. Of course, this was not her first time battling in a war against the sky people, but this upcoming one was different. He had eavesdropped last night on the plans for tomorrow. It was going to be a gruesome fight, and the clan knew some would not make it.

“When I come back, maybe we could go enjoy the sunset and sunrise together.” There were no tears pricking from her eyes. She chose this title, and now she must live up to it. Unlike Neteyam, she had no parents to carefully guide her through right choices. Y/n was pushed into the world with no responsibility, so when the opportunity of fighting for her clan showed up. She took it.

He didn’t have time to respond, for she gathered her weapons and left. Neteyam didn’t sleep well that night, he was too busy wondering if she was dreaming about today.

The next day when the fellow participants gathered to leave, Neteyam stayed behind the crowd and watched. He saw her standing there. Her head held high and her posture tall. Not an ounce of fear reeked from her soul, yet a dreary cloud floated over her. He wanted to ask her why so blue? Hoping maybe it would make her laugh, but they already began to depart. He prayed Eywa would talk care of her.

When news of their return spread amongst the na’vi, he dropped his bow and arrow, quickly running towards the base to greet her. Frantic voices surrounded Neteyam’s ears as he watched swarms of medics wrap our them. It wasn’t until a set of marmalade eyes hit him that he figured out what happened.

And as the blood fell from her hands in exhausting amounts, Neteyam realized something. He realized there would never be a chance to capture her heart, for her heart would turn to stone from the amount of life lost. She would be buried the same year she shall prosper, not because of her ego, but it was in her nature. People like her weren’t meant to last long. They were too great to be tarnishing the lands with prosperity. Y/n would die young, and Neteyam would grow old carrying on the memory of his first romantic love. It was written it stars, it was being written right now.

#avatar #angst tag #neteyam #neteyam x you #pandora #major character death #na'vi avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #jake sully #sully family

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Chained by Faith Pt. 1

☾description: Was the hatter truly mad? Or was it a cause of a series of events that caused him to go crazy in the reality of a tarnished dream? This is Bucky x fem reader Wonderland AU

☾a/n: I'm teaming up with my bestie to write this series and let me just say prepare yourselves because in part two its going to get spicy @lovelolaslove

☾song inspiration: September (instrumental)

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This story began with a hatter and raven. Yes a hatter and a raven indeed. No, not a walrus and carpenter, but a hatter and raven. The hatter and the raven shared many quaint special moments but none like these, oh yes none like these is a certainty. These three memories sparked a flame inside the story book of wonderland, for without these three moments, would the mad hatter truly be mad?

Oh but in a small cottage covered in whispering vines, sweet poisoned gossip was carried and hung. No else bothered to listen to great vine because who's to tell which one is true and which one is upside down.

You danced around in your home trying to tame your wild hats. They float, they sing, they dance, they cry, all while you hung them out to dry. It was no surprise when a certain someone returned so soon, why it was only 7 hours after noon.

“Oh my sweet, sweet raven, have you already gone mad?” Your eyes twinkled in delight as a sound of tapping, almost rapping was heard at your window leading into your chamber of hats.

Cheerfully dropping the unfinished floating hat, you gracefully waltzed to the lock on the window and gave it a quick tickle causing the poor bronze handle to go laughing backwards, unlocking the translucent mirrors.

Quickly before the tea kettle could whistle its whimsical tune, a raven weaved through the mess of fabrics and missing thimbles. It’s pitch dark eyes stared at you in adoration as you twirled around in lunacy at the heart of your creations.

The raven gently landed near your rocky chair and let out a flat note sink. Then quickly without a dash, the once feathery creature transformed into a tall man with the most enchanting eyes a caterpillar had every seen.

“Only for you my love.” Bucky smooth voice laced through the movements of your dance. His shadow shape shifted back into its second form, black smoke scurried away from his face. His black suit was dirty but it still managed to stay intact throughout the war of cards. Even after days without seeing one another, your boyfriend still managed to always come flying back to you.

“Oh that’s preposterous, you have only nearly dipped inside the rabbit hole of possibilities.” You stated with a toothy grin. You took a few steps towards him as he dusted himself off. He reeked of metal and moss. Bits of paper shaped clubs and diamonds hung from the loose threads of his long sleeve shirt. His fluffy ink black hair was a mess, but was quickly covered up by a purple, checkered stain top hat with little musical notes spinning around it.

“Well then why don’t you drown me in your wonders my dear hatter.” His eyes met yours in a flash. Oh how those words made you feel alive! He made you absolutely breathless that the only think you could do was tip your hat in a curtsy. It wasn’t until the clock struck the random number down its hands, that you soon regained your thoughts.

“Not before tea time my lovely Corvus corax.” You bopped your lover’s nose as you skipped towards the wooden door. Unfortunately, before you could sip the sweet liquid, Bucky grabbed your arm pulling you into his chest once more.

“You know i hate it when you call me that.” He said with fake annoyance as he threw his head back, staring at the star decorated celling. It took you over two years before you could collect all the stars you wanted to fill the room with. A smile over took you when you remembered the last trip you had, oh how wonderful it was, oh how wonderful indeed.

“Yes but it brings me joy in seeing you fluster in red.” You got on your tiptoes only to reach his chin; a sinister grin plastered on your face. He looked down at you. His face was merely inches away from yours, you could practically feel his breath blemishing your cheeks.

“Touché,” He smiled back, grabbing your face with utter most delicacy and leaning into your lips. Slowly his lips connected with yours in a loving kiss filled with devotion. His lips were by far the smoothest fabric ever created. Your eyes closed lazy as you enjoyed his soft creases and touches on your face and body. He held you like you were the only white rose in the bush of painted red roses, and you absolutely loved it.

You couldn’t part. You wouldn’t dare to part from his savory lips. If you did, then what would you do next? It was absolutely nerve racking to figure what to do without having his hands on your skin. You would go bonkers without his warm embrace and feathery kisses.

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach causing a rush of pink to appear on your cheeks. Everything about him made you mad, but in a beautiful way. His hand behind your neck, softly nudging you into him as his tongue danced with yours. You felt like honey; smooth, luscious, golden honey, and he thought you tasted like it too.

Parting was such sweet sorrow when all you wanted was to be filled to the brim with his kisses, but it made it all the better when you saw his pearly whites shine like an upside down crescent moon.

“Oh don’t you just love it,” he sighed heavenly, cradling you in your arms as you stood in the middle of the room. The soft rays of moon blemished your skin with milky glitter.

“Love what?” Bucky pulled you down with him as he sat down on the curvy rocking chair. You made yourself comfortable on his lap as you waited for his response.

“The idea of love,” you raised an eyebrow at his thought. Bucky simply ignored your expression and continued to creases your hands in loving touches. He always loved how soft and small your hands were compared to his.

“Why should I love the idea when I’m already living it?” You countered, even after three years of being together you still were in love as you were on first day you met.

“Because our love is different,” his words caught you off guard.

“How so?” You asked with an open mind, not really sure if he meant it in a positive or negative perspective.

“You my beautiful hatter are full of secrets and madness, while I am created with revenges and passion. We are an unstoppable pair that if ripped apart the world would be set aflame in agony.” Bucky placed a finger underneath your chin, lifting up your graze as you analyze his words. The on beat clanking of your heels on the floor boards soon stopped, for you raised your legs and then laid them across his lap with a mischievous smile.

“Yet our love is the only thing causing the twists of time to keep spinning.” His hand slipped from your face and grabbed your thigh with excitement.

“Ah yes what would the kingdoms do without such a royal flush of passion.” You hit his chest lightly as you laughed at his remark.

“They would act cowardly on the battle field without their omen of death.” Bucky already had a huge ego when it came to his ability to fight, that you truly didn’t want to raise it anymore. He already had a reckless score of events happen during the conflicts. There was no need to encourage more, but oh how you loved to talk about him.

“And they would be weakened in horrendous fashion and dehydration without your presence.” Bucky began to place serval kisses on your face.

“Mine is truly the worst out of the two.” He stopped his action to scoff and roll his eyes.

“Yes of course darling, truly the most awful one out of the two.” You let out a laugh at his reaction which he smiled in reply.

Bucky suddenly felt a feeling of reassurance. You were his soulmate, his princess Lenore in this masquerade of craziness. And oh hearts, you were the one for him and he now felt a little less anxious with the tiny box hidden in polka dot tea pot.

“I love you my raven.” You drew hearts on his arm as you twiddled your feet in glee. He grabbed your face once more, letting your innocent eyes sink into his once dead ones, allowing you to feel the calmness of the night.

“Oh my sweet hatter, I am absolutely mad for you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel #wonderland au #winter solider x y/n #mad hatter #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

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rainroses45 · 1 year

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Parting is such sweet sorrow

☾Description: you just want to dance with Simon (not edited)

☾a/n: sorry for not updating…i have a lot ideas on the way so be prepared!!

☾song inspiration: Es que yo te quiero a ti

“Dance with me,” you asked standing up from your seat. The paper work scattered across the desk was soon liberated from your mind. The bright white lights of the room were shut off, leaving just the yellow sunshine of the lamp to shine.

There were no patients in the beds resting their wounds. It was an empty clinic filled with only two bodies, both in perfect condition to dance the night away. The shutters were closed and the door was covered by the blinds. A moment in time was created where everything was lifted from the earth to let the hopeless romantics bathe in each other’s souls.

“Whatever you want my love,” he responded back, gently placing his hand on your waist, and intwining your fingers with his left hand. His balaclava was removed leaving him bare to the world, old angry scars and all.

You laid your head on his chest as you swayed to music playing from your phone. The volume was low but it was enough to fill the room with a melody.

Simon rested his chin on your head as he stepped side to side. You’re stood on top of his boots letting him guide you through the steps; he didn’t really mind having your flats stain his shoes, but it was only because they were yours.

“Es que yo te quiero a ti,” you sang along to the song. It was your favorite. The lyrics made you feel understood when it came to your love for Simon. He was your anchor and you were his. In this job you both had to deal with the trauma and physical pain of every mission, wether it be small or extensive, you both always fell on one another knowing the other would catch you.

Ptsd was not an unknown person wandering through your minds, but a lingering guest who would soon day finish their house somewhere else. It just a remembrance of horrid memories put out for others to comment on.

Simon smiled down at you as you sang, your voice flowed through his darken carven. The dead flowers blossomed with your touch, thriving with each smile and laugh. Wisps of solitude escaped his breath as your warmth surrounded him.

“I love you Simon,” those words were never unwelcome or excluded from his daily diction. He needed to hear them as much as he needed to breathe. Even if there was a day you wouldn’t feel the same, he would remember the years you did, and be able to continue on his life a little longer.

He kissed your forehead as a blush crept onto your cheeks. Lite butterflies swarmed in like roses from the majestic ocean, even after 3 years of marriage he still had this affect on you.

“I love you too sweetheart,” his voice was low as he whispered it back to you. You didn’t want to leave this moment. You wanted to pack everything and stay in his arms and never leave. Who needed an empty house when you could have a carven full of roses.

The song drifted away in the air leaving you to sway to the sounds of the clock ticking. It was a horrid sound that reminded you of how this moment was running out of time. That once we part nothing will be the same, and the next mission could be the last.

“Can we stay like this for a bit longer,” you question made Ghost sigh in misery. He want to part, but he didn’t want you to spiral down into the dark abyss of thoughts, so like any good husband he grabbed you tighter and continued on dancing.

“Of course my love, you don’t even need to ask.” And with that finale statement, the clock was tuned out and the only the sound was your humming. It was going to be a long night.

#simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon riley #fluff #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #feelings #im back #call of duty modern warfare 2

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