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bluetooththereptile · 5 months

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The heir

(yandere Thomas Wayne x male reader x potential yandere Bruce Wayne)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Summary: You never belonged to the world of what would be called by the dimension travelers, the earth 2. You never wanted to end up in the hands of a violent grumpy old man that seemed oh so lonely,but you did and you have build yourself a life by his side, but everything is about to change, and your old man Thomas, wouldn't like it at all.

Tw: mentions of abuse,violence,injuries and unhealthy yandere tendencies.

"For God's sake old man, just take tonight off!" You groaned as you tried to stop Thomas from putting his suit on, the argument had been going on for the past 15 minutes and he had been trying to ignore you, the old bat gave you a side eye glare, the usual response, but you knew it wasn't harsh, he could never be harsh with you, not anymore. He still regretted the day he had slapped you all those years ago, the image of your teary eyes was etched in his memory and nearly as haunting as the memory of Bruce's death. Thomas finally grunted in your response "Leave me be kid".

But you were determined to make him take tonight off, he deserved to rest and take his mind off of the worries of the bleak world out there, you didn't like to see him in that state, nearly drunk and wrecked, it was the night of Bruce's death, and you hated the fact that no matter how much you tried to make him feel better, every year this night He'd be in shambles. You had one solution left, something risky that you knew would cos some problems with you and Thomas, you dragged in a breath "Dad..." Thomas visibly stiffened, you knew how much you calling him by that meant to him and whenever you did so he'd become overbearingly protective of you for the following days days. You did it all the time when you were in your preteens unknowingly feeding into the melting pot of his emotions, but when you started to grow up it turned into something reserved for the most vulnerable situations between you two, a strategy that you'd use for rare occasions "Please, dad...take tonight off..." you said as you put your hand on his shoulder.

"You know I can't..." his tone was now softer, it had worked! You sighed "I know, I know but going out won't help either, take a pill and sleep, I promise nothing will go wrong, I and the boys can handle it" with mentioning the boys Thomas sighed, rubbing his temple, he was considering your words, it progressed!...who would have imagined that you had managed to convince Thomas to take in more sidekicks, something that had started with you befriending a lost boy in one of your patrols had ended up with Thomas surrounding himself with lost but talented boys that would help him in both his duty as batman, and his situation as a father who still tried to heal. It was you who had proved to him that he could take in more, you had given him a new drive.

Thomas turned towards you, his blue eyes softening slightly, you had grown so much in the past decade, from the whimpering child that had ended up on the steps of the Wayne Manor, talking about another world and crying for his dead son, Bruce, who had adopted you in your world, to a capable man, someone that had whipped both the Wayne Manor and Wayne industries into shape and became a solace to his mind. He knew he wasn't a good father figure to you, always smelling of alcohol and busy with work, but you stuck to him like an annoying little sticky patch, but he'd be damned if he'd let this little patch be removed from his side.

"You don't take no for an answer do you?" A remnant of a smirk was on his lips "I've learnt from you" you teased with a chuckle. Thomas surprisingly, after half an hour of persuasion, gave in, putting his cowl back into the wardrobe. It already showed the amount of trust he had in you. "If anything goes wrong you know the consequences" he softly scolded and you only smirked at him, making him roll his eyes slightly, you were always like this.

Watching him walk out of the cave you turned back to put your suit on but then froze at the sight of the five boys standing there with large grins "Shhh..." you hushed them before they could rejoice, you finally had convinced Thomas! The boys let out silent shouts of victory as they strangled each other in the heat of excitement, you couldn't help but laugh. You had grown to see them as your brothers, life in Manor with them wasn't easy, but it was much better than the darkness that had surrounded you and Thomas's life in your first years with him. You had taken the role of the eldest sibling seriously, helping the boys with their training, studies, and lives and here you were, looking at them in their respective suits. Brothers, true brothers.

"You already know where your areas of patrols are don't you?" You spoke as you put your suit on, it was identical to Thomas's, but without a cape, the news had given you the name Shadow Hunter after you had started your role as a more aggressive vigilante, turning from bat boy to your own hero. The boys nodded, arguing with you wasn't worth it, when Y/N would say something it was absolute. Not that the boys didn't understand that you knew what you were doing, it was just that they had their preferences, but you didn't budge.

Two of the boys were now old enough to find their paths but they had chosen to stay, you were a family, a very tight-knit one at that, even if it didn't show. You cared for them greatly "Don't get into trouble" you warned them, reaching to fix their masks and examine their belts and gadgets, they groaned and nagged, calling you their nanny, but you were responsible for them and you didn't want to see them get hurt.

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"Patrolling alone again?" Cyborg's voice made you roll your eyes mentally. You Had hoped your patrol would be silent and peaceful so you'd go back soon, but apparently, it wouldn't happen. You turned to meet him as he walked towards you, he was always the closest thing you had as the cool uncle figure for you and the boys, but sometimes he went on your nerves, why? you didn't know, it seemed Thomas's grumpiness had influenced you as well. "Old man's taken a day off" you spoke flatly as you paced on top of the roof of the building you were standing on. "How are you Batboy?" He teased, making you give him a soft glare, chuckling in response. It was an old joke now, you were batboy for so long that the veterans in the field still called you by that. After the chuckle defused you sighed and crossed your arms on your chest, looking at a commercial board as you drifted into your thoughts, something inside you made you feel this rather peaceful night was just a calm before the storm, you kept the comms open so if anything was going to happen, you'd hear the boys.

You looked at your shadow cast on the rooftop, tall and board-shouldered, 20 years had passed, a lifetime in a world you didn't belong to. You didn't know but in your original world you were technically the very first Robin of Batman, Bruce hadn't spoken of you since you were pushed into another dimension by the mad scientist that you and Bruce had tried to stop, thinking you were lost in time and space, technically dead. You were only with Bruce for six months, two years before he took Dick in. You were nine and lost in a much darker world. You didn't blame Bruce, actually, you hardly thought of him or your original world, there you were an orphan, unwanted, here, even if it wasn't easy, you had your own family and friends.

Why Thomas took you in though? Suddenly the question popped into your head, making you narrow your eyes at the thought. You didn't know why, Thomas was a very hard man to deal with from the start, his mental space wasn't right at all, and it still was not in a good shape either, perhaps because he had lost a son and now another boy close to Bruce's age at the time of his death had appeared out of nowhere he kept you. Abusive for the first few years, angry and drunk for nearly all the time, you were afraid of Thomas when you were younger, but still you stuck by his side, taking it his tough love, you didn't have any options.

But before you both could figure everything out, things changed after that incident, you had gotten into a fight and it had nearly caused your death, Thomas had slapped you so hard that you fell on the ground, looking up at him with teary eyes. After that Thomas changed, he became more patient with you, took in more boys, and soon the name Wayne was plastered on your ID card, and you had ended up following the path of the semi-CEO of the Wayne industries, the heir of legacies of Batman and Thomas Wayne.

The hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts. "As usual lost in your thoughts eh?" You shrugged at cyborg, making him smile "I give the right to do so" he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly "Being bat's boy isn't easy..." he said, pointing at the scar on your jaw, Thomas once had beat you so hard that it's scar's place didn't heal completely. You smiled slightly at that "I'm not complaining" you responded, You had forgiven Thomas a long time ago, he had tried his best to take care of you and the boys, and well, even if it wasn't the best parenting you still appreciated. Cyborg opened his mouth to speak but then paused as he got a signal, giving you an apologetic smile he left you alone, before you could say something the comms in your cowl started talking, it was one of the boys "There is a mess, we need backup!"

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Spent you and the boys sat on a long bench, groaning in unison. The amount of thugs you all had beaten was too much to even count. "That's a new record," one of the boys said as he stretched "I don't know about you but I think I've dislocated a finger" another joked "Should we get something from Five Guys?" "Yep," you all said in unison. You looked at your brothers with a smile, even if you all were covered in bruises and some specks of blood, but still, it was the most precious moment that you could have, your life wasn't easy, but they made it more tolerating.

You chuckled as you watched them interact, but you couldn't help the tugging in your heart, something wasn't right, but what? What?! You stood up and walked to your motorcycle but before you could reach it you felt like everything around you distorted, even the voices of your brothers, but before you could turn around and call for them a force pulled you into oblivion, it was a familiar feeling, something that you had felt years ago. And when you ended up in front of a man wearing that Batman suit and a few others, you knew you were in a different world.

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Amity's hero

Don't let Amity Parkers lose their hero or you will face the consequences; even good intentions can become unforgivable

The Justice League didn't speak directly to the G.I.W, they didn't quite take their word for it but reports of ghost attacks and property damage caught their attention, the call log with the multiple Amity Park appearances being the most ignored of the list practically marked as spam broke their hearts.

So they arrived as a team, yelling about getting rid of the ghosts, certain that their presence would only cause long-term damage, Phantom immediately showed up, questioning what was wrong; they simply ignored him and began to recite that he and his kind should return to his place of origin (because these ghosts must have a place far from earth, right? They had read something about them living in another dimension), ignoring all Phantom's pleas by simply listening

Unlike a few years ago, Amity Park was not under attack, it had a direct truce with Infinite Realms in which the ghosts were on their best behavior, playing with humans, protecting them from unknown entities (because this was their Amity, they were territorial), keeping at bay the animal ghosts that came out of natural portals, and turning from villains to heroes, being led by his King Phantom, the one who started it all.

The ghosts were happy with the arrangement and with being able to visit human world; Klemper, Lunch Box and Youngblood made a lot of new friends, Ember had concerts, Johnny and Kitty formed their own biker gang, Spectra was the psychologist she'd tried to be at first, Walker kept everyone in line, even ghosts who straight up preferred the realms visited from time to time: Pandora, Frostbite, Ghost Writer, etc. Even Nocturn tried to give everyone good dreams.

But the heroes didn't care, they considered everyone as "threats" and threatened them, Phantom, completely tired of being ignored looked towards his city and gave them a sad smile, you couldn't reason with those who didn't want to listen to you "If we do that Amity could be in danger" he tried one last time, the league didn't know how to deal with liminals.

"We'll protect them, you're just invaders making them sick in the end" Green Lantern snorted, as if it was the obvious solution "So get out and leave these people alone"

"Fine, but when you see how badly you end up handling everything, call us" Danny was tired, he could reason with his own parents and not with all these "heroes", he supposed it was better to teach them the consequences. He tossed a Fentonphone at them, hoping they'd do the right thing.

Flash felt uncomfortable when he saw the ghost children approaching the humans, were they attacking them? He was about to interfere when he saw the human children approach the ghosts to hug them and cry together; he reasoned that made sense, sure the kids didn't know their friends were dangerous, but something inside of him wasn't satisfied with that answer.

Then Danny just whistled, attracting the attention of the ghosts in the city "Well, you heard them, go back to the realms" complaints could be heard, both from the ghost and the human sides. But for now, the halfa had some kind of plan in mind.

Wonder Woman felt especially uncomfortable when she saw Pandora walk past Phantom, giving her a disappointed look, Batman told her that surely she wasn't her friend, and that if she was she wouldn't be the same person, but she wasn't so sure about that.

The ghosts withdrew from Amity then, going through the portal that the Phantom himself had opened in the center of the city, each one of Justice League members could feel the hateful looks pointing directly at them "It's for the best", Batman informed them "we'll assign you heroes that monitor that they do not return"

"NO" that seemed to be what broke the silence "We don't want any more heroes, Phantom is our hero" and with that said, a girl of about 8 years old hugged the halfa's leg, crying uncontrollably "Please don't go"

The League was about to interfere when Phantom reached down, picking up the girl "I don't want to leave Stacy" he whispered stroking her back lovingly, hoping she would stop crying "But the guys over there say I'm a danger to you and you know I want to keep you safe" he kissed the girl's head, handing her over to her parents "I love you Amity Park, thank you for loving me back" he told the population affectionately, before going through the portal.

The League just looked uncomfortably, once there were no more ghosts they informed the city that they would send heroes regularly for protection and monitoring the situation but the city inhabitants just scoffed.

"You don't get it" Dash spoke, completely furious "Phantom is to Amity what Batman is to Gotham" he frowned "And rest assured that this city will protect him from you, we don't care if you told him to leave, we'll bring him back, you're way over your head on this" he continued "Of course, you don't understand because you're the hero in this scenario, and you don't know what a city feels when you take away their hero"

The Justice League only watched as the townspeople turned their backs on them, but they reasoned again that it was for the best, eventually the townspeople would understand.

A few days passed and Amity declared itself isolated from the League, every time they tried to send a hero they rejected, over and over again; dozens of different heroes couldn't get past the limits because they were shot, taunted, or simply knocked unconscious before entering. Superman was starting to regret destroying Phantom's phone but they had to know how it worked, at the end it was a regular phone with weird aesthetic.

The only "hero" who managed to cross the limits was Red Hood, who at the end of the day became a messenger "You don't understand B, that city is out for blood" Jason tried to reason with Bruce "They're furious, I swear I saw a 6-year-old boy practicing archery and the target had your head placed in the center" it was not normal for Jason to worry, Bruce was a hero, but for the same reason he did not know what it felt like when you lost one. Amity had basically been building her own army within the barriers, they even offered him refuge away from heroes "You must talk to them."

"Mhm" Batman hummed, pulling out his comlink to schedule a meeting, he'd thought of calling one anyway, he'd had sightings of what looked like animal ghosts all over Gotham but they were basically invincible, he wondered if it was Phantom's revenge.

"Just give them back their hero Batman" was what the commissioner Gordon told him when he asked for an opinion on how to deal with the reaction of the city "They're right, you don't know what it feels like"

Of course, Batman couldn't be wrong, so he guessed Gordon's comment was due more to his weariness. Upon arrival he noticed everyone completely dejected, basically stating animal ghosts and ¿drops? through all their cities. They couldn't fight any of them so they decided to go back to Amity, they figured if they had fought these things for years they must have knowledge.

Upon reaching the city, although they were allowed to pass, they were greeted with mockery, half the population carried one weapon or another, the League was tense "Having problems so soon?" Paulina looked at her neon green nails, she was sure she could cut a man with them "You should have accepted Phantom's help, you know"

"Phantom was a threat invading your city" Batman growled "we saw the reports, his continued presence caused medical changes in all of you that you won't even let us see"

"Make no mistake" Mikey interrupted him "Amity was always an access point to the Zone, we were contaminated long before you existed" and of course they would not trust this heroes with their liminal status, Frostbite was already helping them before all the mess and they did not need to add human doctors with no knowledge.

"Then what do you suggest? We let the ghosts come back and destroy the whole city?" Hal scoffed, completely incredulous of how they were being treated, from the first second they refused to give any useful information.

"It's funny that you think we can't defend ourselves" Paulina rolled her eyes "you all could be beaten by Mikey, and is Mikey, no offense" she shot a look at the boy next to her.

"None taken" Mikey shrugged, it wasn't the first time.

"The thing is, we're just used to it; we like to be protected and not have to protect ourselves, it may sound cowardly of us but we're civilians" Kwan spoke "we're not defenseless, but we prefer not taking action, our hero made sure of it so we don't like to take cards in the whole self-sacrifice thing"

"Phantom is a danger" Superman tried to stand his ground.

"For us?" Star sneered "Or for you?"

"Besides, if you think we don't move out of the city for aesthetics, you're wrong, we just like to feel safe" Dash yawned, bored with the conversation "Phantom and the other ghosts are territorial, it's kind of nice, no threat gets past that sign, rates of crime? Zero, very difficult to want to kill or assault someone if they can come back as a ghost to kill you I guess"

"But the reports" Flash was worried about the indifference.

"The reports from 5 years ago? Before we had the truce that you guys ruined?" Star sneered "I'll call Sam or Tucker and bring Phantom back, we'll start the truce again, get out of Amity"

"You can't do that." Superman crossed his arms, trying to remain threatening as Hal muttered in a panic about breaking peace treaties and the Oa wanting his head.

"Oh, but we can" Paulina approached Superman, running her hand over his arm "and we'll do it" slowly, she placed her fingernail on his suit, cutting the material and drawing blood from the hero, who immediately moved away at the threat.

"Get the hell out of Amity and don't come back" Dash rolled his eyes, stroking a ghost snake, the heroes tensing more at their newest enemy.

"It was you?" growled Batman; recognizing the snake as one of the many haunting Gotham.

"Not exactly, the veil ruptures always existed" Kwan said, stroking the head of a ghost wolf "We only tame them, or send them back to the Realms, if there were veil ruptures it's not our problem" he looked towards the League "If any of them escaped because we weren't watching and they followed your scent it's not our fault either"

"And can you tell us um, how to deal with them, or tame them?" Flash tried.

"No, since you are sooo good at gathering information I'm sure you will come up with something" With that said, Dash motioned for the snake to lead the heroes away and before they knew it they were all thrown away from the city.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #justice league #dp #Amity loves Phantom #They love Red Huntress too but she is on vacations since the truce #Oa will be furious with Hal lmao #Constantine and JLD will be furious with most JL too #Feral Amity Park #I do love them being absolutely feral #Amity Park don't need protection anymore they just choose to have it #Pandora is disappointed with Diana #Amity Park indeed called Sam & Tucker #They bringed the ghosts back #ghost king danny #At the end Justice League asked for help #Justice League Dark was not surprised #Constantine had a mental breakdown #Most heroes are prohibited into Amity now #Alfred is looking at Bruce with disappointment #World could have a truce with Infinite Realms but they ruined it #G.I.W was dissolved by Paulina nails at the end of the day #Captain Marvel was not available during this mess #Billy have classes!#At first JL thought Phantom mind controlled them #They weren't so sure after watching the posters over the city #and it was for sure not the cause when Amity trained an army looking at them directly in the eyes #I do think liminals can damage kryptonians

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netflix · 7 months

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Spotlight: Adam Stockhausen

Production Designer, The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar

Oscar winning production designer Adam Stockhausen (not pictured above, that’s Benedict Cumberbatch), whose work you may know from Wes Anderson films like The Grand Budapest Hotel, Asteroid City, The French Dispatch, Isle of Dogs, and Moonrise Kingdom, as well as titles like Bridge of Spies, and West Side Story (2021), took the time to answer some questions.

Which details from or aspects of The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar did you focus the most on while adapting it to the screen? How did you meld Roald Dahl and Wes’s worlds?

The details on this one started with Dahl’s writing hut! We matched the details pretty carefully and exactly. As soon as we step outside of the hut though we start to move through the world of the story and the world of the stage at the same time. Wes had the idea of how he wanted to do this from the very beginning. My main challenge was trying to figure out how to pull it off—making the parts move and getting each to have the right detail.

What’s a small change you made on a project that ended up having an unexpectedly significant impact?

Lots of times this happens—where what seems like a small thing at the time becomes a very significant turning point. I’m in Berlin now writing this and remembering being here scouting for East Berlin for Bridge of Spies. We were struggling to find a section of town that still felt old enough to show the early 60s, and decided to take a chance on a quick search in Poland. That quick search changed the whole production plan and ultimately gave us the look of our East Berlin.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

Technology has definitely changed the way we plan the work. We used to model everything in cardboard or sometimes just plan in two dimensions with pencil and paper. We can now plan in 3-dimensional space using modeling programs and see what real lenses will do. This allows for more accurate planning and makes scenery moves like the casino set in Henry Sugar possible.

Do you have any signature easter eggs you like to leave? Any small details that you are particularly fond of?

I wouldn’t say there are easter eggs in this one. But there are loads of special details! I think my favorite might be the levitation boxes where we painted a perspective view of the background onto a prop box. The actor sitting on the box appears to be floating in a very special and theatrical way.

Did you talk about reflecting the iconic Quentin Blake illustrations in production design? How would you go about doing that?

Not really. They are such incredible drawings and I’d say they’ve been inspiring me since I saw them as a child! But for this the starting point was really the machine Wes devised to move us through the story—and pairing that to specific references scene by scene.

There is such an intentionality to the aesthetics of a Wes world. Is there a set or frame that took you a long time to get perfectly right?

All of them! It’s a very labor-intensive process getting these frames right. Occasionally one will click right away, but usually it’s a process of refining and refining. The jungle for instance went from sketches to models to samples and back again several times before the final look settled.

If you had to present one frame that showcases the best of your work, what would it be?

Oh my. Maybe the jungle? I really enjoyed making the jungle!

With all the moving sets in the trailer for The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar, it feels reminiscent of a theatre production. Are there distinct differences in approach between film and theatre and how much do you blur the lines between them in your work?

I think the lines are blurred completely! Or maybe they aren’t even there. I love that Henry Sugar is so incredibly theatrical in its storytelling. It allows us to show the artifice of the sets all the time which somehow makes them even more satisfying when they finally do line up and create a complete picture. I think the casino set is a perfect example—the pauses where it all lines up for a second are even more enjoyable because we get to see it broken apart and sliding away.

Thanks, Adam!

#spotlight #entertainment spotlight #adam stockhausen #wes anderson #production design #filmblr #wes weaving #web weaving

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zuhaism · 11 months

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you and the members were in hybe’s lobby. you were sitting between chaewon and jaejae for the interview. many laughs were exchanged here and there as jaejae interviewed each members.

“when do you use it?” asked jae jae when the topic came to slangs. “for example ‘what are we going to eat for dinner?’ IDC. with a shoulder tilt” everyone did it together. then yunjin spoke up. “y/n is the only one who never uses slangs.”

“why why why” jae jae was bewildered. “arent you american too?” she had a shocked look on her face. “what ! no i am!” you paused because you were laughing too hard “it’s just that my mom said i shouldn’t talk like that. she says it sounds rude.” you answered with a sheepish smile.

the members nodded in agreement. “y/n’s actually very polite and has great manners, she just doesn’t talk.“ chaewon intervened and gave a thumbs up to the camera. jaejae continued interviewing yunjin.

“y/n! the other american. an all star basketball player! our nations little math nerd” and it showed a picture of 16 year old you about to do a three pointer and you after winning the mathematical olympiad. the interview finally got to you. you closed your eyes in embarrassment. everyone laughed in unison. “wah our y/n looks so cute.” eunchae spoke up.

“i heard you got recruited when you were playing basketball?” jaejae looked at you for confirmation. you chuckled before answering. “yeah actually i got scouted when i was on a school trip…” everyone was silent expecting you to continue but instead you stopped there. “ah” jaejae spoke amongst the silence “ah i guess thats all okay! its alright if you dont want to continue!” everyone bursts out laughing “no no no i can explain! sorry, sorry i thought you wanted to add something.” you tried explaining yourself. after the laughter died down and them teasing you, you started talking again.

you went all the way back to when you were 17. you and your other matheletes teammates won first place in a competition and got to go to Seoul as the winning prize. one night during the trip u got bored and sneaked out the hotel to a basketball court you saw nearby.

while you were shooting three pointers by yourself you noticed someone from the corner of your eye watching you. you got scared and ignored it hoping it wasn’t an entity from another dimension. the person stayed there for far too long and you started getting creeped out even though you were a whole feet taller than them.

you started packing your things up. putting everything in faster when you heard footsteps close behind. you were ready to book it when someone tapped your shoulder. you turned around and was met with a card in your face. the person said nothing as you took it and walked away.

it was a business card. as you examined it you noticed ‘you’re perfect for us. please come and audition tomorrow’

“and then i had a free day the next day so i went.” you ended your story with a small smile as everyone stared at you in awe. “you rapped to corso by tyler the creator am i right.” jaejae spoke up. you looked at her in shock “how’d you know.” she looked to the camera with a smug face and shrugged.

“y/n ! you once went live and answered all the fans math questions.” jaejae suddenly changed the subject as you sat up straighter. the members burst out laughing while you turned red from embarrassment. “wah y/n you’re really good at math aren’t you!” jaejae praised you.

“what. no no” you declined. “no! you’re really good. you just lack confidence.” jaejae ended her sentence and signalled for you all to look at the screen. it was showing a clip of one of your lives where you answered fearnot’s math questions.

“i think the x is 4 but i dont know” you said with your eyebrows furrowed moving closer to the camera to read the comments. “i dont know guys dont listen to me i might be wrong.” you said looking back at your paper, checking your answer again while scratching your head.

“you’re really cute.” said jaejae.

“stop flattering me”

the topic moved on to you being heartless but caring. you never knew you had this title. you never even knew you were caring you just did what you felt right. now that the topic changed everyone was giving examples on how you speak louder through your actions rather than words.

“one time, after coming home from a schedule. i went to my room and slept in the mess i made in the morning because i was too exhausted. the next morning i woke up to a clean room.” sakura started she said after that, she asked who cleaned her room and y/n only shrugged while zuha confirmed it wasn’t her. “it really warmed my heart because we had the same schedule.” sakura ended.

“no unnie it’s because you’re getting older.” eunchae teased the oldest. sakura gave eunchae the stink eye.

“oh! when we arrived at japan it was pouring and y/n unnie was beside me. she took off her jacket and wrapped me in it, holding an umbrella and then we walked together to the car.” eunchae expressed. “and in the car i noticed her shirt was half wet and i was like ‘so this is love’” eunchae announced softly with a dreamy look on her face as she looked at your red face.

“wow y/n you seem like you’d be a good boyfriend” said jaejae while you protested. “you’re right. you’re right sometimes even i want to date her.” chaewon voiced. chaewon started telling about the time after a schedule, when she got out the car her feet was hurting so bad. she was at the back struggling to walk through the pain. she saw you stopping and waiting for her at the parking lot entrance.

when you noticed she was hurting you immediately crouched infront of her. “what?” chaewon asked. you signalled her to piggyback you. “i am not doing that. we’re wearing the same shoes! you’re going to-“ she got cut off when you moved back and carried her anyways. she held onto you tight when you lifted her and she stayed that way until you guys went up to the dorm.

“wah y/n noticing the small things. we need more people like that.” jaejae added. yunjin and kazuha started talking about their loving experiences with you. yunjin stated that she’d only watch a horror movie only if you’re there. yunjin said when you’re with her, she feels safe. probably because whenever there’s a gory scene you’d mutter ‘that’s so fake’ under your breathe. but that’s besides the point. you’d rub circles on her hand and make her feel reassured.

for kazuha, you’re her debate mate. you talk the most when you’re with her. you don’t know how her mind works but you sure know how to handle it. like the other day, she asked which is the strongest : rock, paper, or scissors. you had to explain to her how its neither and rock, paper scissors is just a game of luck.

she also mentioned how you’re always helping her in korean and you’d go for convenience store runs whenever she gets a question right. you treat her so well.

“in conclusion! y/n is a great person to date.” jaejae ended

“not the dating part” chaewon muttered.

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xxsugarbonesxx · 3 months

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this literally took years off my life but please enjoy

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tags: smut, lots of fluff, domestic life, pregnancy, oral sex (both male and female receiving) and vaginal sex afab!reader

Miguel had officially retired from the role of Spider-Man 2099 as well as acting leader of the Spider Society, he left quietly. Leaving his position to Jess and just disappearing one day, Jess had his contact info but was only to be used in absolute emergencies. He debated shutting LYLA down or she would go on to be Jess’s assistant, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. She had been with him after everything with Gabriela, he couldn’t just shut her down. Sure she was AI but he did care for her.

So Miguel left in search of any kind of normalcy. He found a cozy little dimension with a low crime rate and an acting spider person. There he could relax and settle down, it took awhile to get him out of his old routine. But he did his best, he got an apartment, and a dog. He had houseplants, he cooked and read more books, he stopped caring so much about the little things. Soon enough, he developed a bit of a dad bod.

His arms and legs are thick with muscle, but now he has a pudgy tummy, love handles and thick cakey ass. Thick black hair bloomed over his firm pecs and stomach, snaking down to his member. He doesn’t cut his hair as much now, instead a clean curly cut, he now has a shaggy almost wolf cut with a streak of gray hair in his curls. He doesn’t shave his face, just trims to his neat black beard to keep from getting too long and thick.

He was taking his pet Pomerian, Fox, out for a walk. This dimension is a lot different from the futuristic Earth-928, set in the 2020’s but void of any pandemic. It’s airy and clean, lots of plant life and diverse people with small business shops lining the sidewalks. It felt like he could finally breathe, it’s quaint and quiet. Him and Fox wandered into a library, he was browsing around for a new cookbook to add to his growing collection. That’s when he met you.

You were on the other side of the library, looking through some romance novels while your daughter was sitting with the other kids for story time. Dressed in a light green tank dress with a plunging neckline white lace lining the neckline and under the bust. Oh that caught his attention, he slowly walked over, pretending to look at the same romance books as you were scanning. He nervously made small talk, he complimented your hair and you asked to pet Fox.

You and Miguel got on great, and even better, he was cool with you having a young daughter. He was thrilled when you gave him your number, thinking this was it. He’d finally get to lead a normal life, meet a girl, settle down, become a father again. And luckily, that was exactly what you were looking for too.Miguel loved your daughter, Luella, she reminded him so much of his Gabriela. He’s been working on being more open about his past and not running away when he was uncomfortable.

He adored taking you out, treating you to coffee or just going on a walk with you, Luella and Fox. He took you and Luella to a museum once you’ve been dating for two years. You went off to the bathroom and walked back to see Miguel holding Luella on his hip so she could see the penguins waddling in their exhibit. She asked him all sorts of questions and he answered all of them. He looked so much like dad, in his sweater, sweat shorts, high socks with sneakers and snapback, holding Luella’s hand or carrying her when she got tired. He bought her a little penguin stuffy and cooked you and her dinner when you got home.

You two moved in together after three years of dating. Miguel was so happy to be finally living with other people, he really did love taking care of you and your daughter. Whether it was making Luella’s lunches or making you breakfast in bed after a night shift. He really was a dream to live with, he kept his space clean and organized. He liked shopping with you, he loved following you around with a basket in one hand and your hand in the other. When you’d stop to check the nutrition label on the back of something, he’d rest his head on yours. Sighing loudly with his hands on your shoulders, gently kissing the back of your head.

Your first time with him was heavenly, gently laying you down on the plush bed. Your thighs wrapped around his head, he made sure you came at least once before his pants actually came off. He ate you out like he was a starved man and you a five course meal. Flicking your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue as he pumped his pointer finger into your weeping core, slowly sliding in his middle finger to make you squeal. He lapped up your nectar once you came, licking it up, telling you that it tasted like candy.

He’d whine in your ear how tight you were, begging to not clench too hard as he grunted. He had you in doggy style, your back arched, face buried in pillows with your ass up. He mindlessly pounded into you, it had been too long since he had sex. His big hands squeeze your waist tight, his claws slipping out to graze but not break your soft skin. He whines in the shell of your ear, a ring of cream wrapped around the base of his thick cock as he bullies deeper into you. He would always make you cum first or you’d both cum together.

After round four, you were spent. His fat cock stretched you out, you laid down on your back on the now dirty sheets. Miguel would be pressing kiss after kiss all over your sweaty body, caressing and running his hands all over you. He’s an after care god, if you’re hungry, he’ll order out. He’s already got the water in the tub running, he changes the sheets as you lay in the warm water, he comes back only to wash your hair and rub your back and shoulders. After eating, he’ll cuddle you, his arms wrapped around you with his legs tangled with yours. Telling you how happy you’ve made him and telling you how much he loves you.

You have a small, chapel wedding, nothing too fancy though Miguel could afford it. But you wanted something small, something with only close family and friends. And he gave you that happily, with Luella as the flower girl and a quiet honeymoon in Italy.

Not that you got to see much of Italy, not when you were bouncing on your husband's fat cock for the majority of your visit. Not that you were gonna complain though. Your hips rose and fell back into the heated water of the hot tub, your hips slapping against his pelvis as he watched the fat over your ass ripple. His hand on your neck with your back to him as you whine, him squeezing your throat softly to tell you to slow down every once in a while. Praising you, only calling you ‘Mrs. O’Hara’ since your wedding.

God, how you adored his touch. His other hand is on your clit, teasing your body. Begging for him to let you cum, he’d tsk and shake his head. Telling you not just yet and to be patient, you held off the best you could. But his big strong hands all over your body made you practically vibrate, this big bear of a man finally yours, you couldn’t help but move faster. Your full tits bouncing, he reached in front of you to take one in his hand. He squeezed the meat of it, his fingertips drifting to your nipple and gently tugging. Making you moan louder and finally cum.

Though he did enjoy such a display, and on the balcony overlooking the city of all places, he did have to take you to the room and teach you a quick lesson in obedience. He made you lay down on your back on the bed, your head resting on the edge of the bed, he stood in front of you. Pumping his cock with his hand, his other hand cupping your cheek, his thumb on your lips. He slapped his now fully erect dick on your cheek, making you giggle. He finally pressed his angry red tip to your plump lips, you slowly opened your mouth, letting him in.

Bent over the bed, he rolled his hips gently at first. Feeding you inch after inch, he took great pleasure watching your tight throat bulge from his length. He pushed in all the way, his happy trail tickling your chin. He fucked your throat, his cock twitching inside you after hearing you gag, thrusting his hips harder to watch your tits bounce and jiggle. You had one hand resting on his thigh, your other on your pussy. Your middle and ring finger teasing your weeping core, your new wedding ring was cold on your folds, making you shiver with delight.

Your tongue slithered over his cock, memorizing each inch and vein. Your eyes roll back and toes curl when you feel his hand cup your soaked pussy, gently kneading your folds as he fucked your throat like a fleshlight. He never lasted long with you, even after years of being with you, he never grew tired of your body, always wanting one more round or brushing his teeth a little longer than usual in the bathroom when you showered. He groaned hard, his voice breaking as ropes of his cum slipped down your throat, warming your belly. The rest of your honeymoon was practically spent in that Airbnb, only leaving for a wine tasting and the white sand beaches.

Of course it did take long for you to get pregnant, in fact, you found out the week you came back home from your honeymoon. Miguel was over the moon, doting and spoiling you more than usual. As you sat back on the couch, he knelt down in front of you, kissing all over your eight month baby bump. Cooing and talking to the fetus growing in your womb, telling you how he wanted the baby to recognize his voice once they were born.

Just ‘cause you were having his baby didn’t mean he paid any less attention to Luella. He still adored her, adopting her once he proposed. She was excited to have a dad in her life and now a little sibling, he still took her out for things to do. The look of excitement on his face when Luella expressed an interest in soccer, he’d go to all her games and take her to ice cream whether she lost or won.

The second you went into labor, he dropped everything he was doing at work and rushed to the hospital. He held your hand and kissed your head, telling how strong, brave and beautiful you were as you pushed. No matter how hard you squeezed his hand or yelled or screamed, he didn’t flinch. He held you tight and dried your tears, reassuring you throughout the whole ordeal.

Soon enough the O’Hara unit would be completed. You had given birth to a healthy baby girl, a chubby one too. Miguel was a big man, he’s literally 6 '9 and weighs 310lbs, your baby is gonna be a chub. Not that you were gonna complain, your girl was gorgeous, with soft brown skin and a mess of black hair. She snuggled up to Miguel for some skin on skin time with papa. He cried like a baby seeing her, she was the spitting image of his Gabriela. To her big eyes to her nose. Though, she did have his claws, which made you two order baby mittens so fast.

Miguel was happy. The last six years he wouldn’t trade the world for, no matter if you argued or fought, he wouldn’t be the same man he was if it weren’t for giving everything up as Spider-Man. A job he thought he’d keep forever, he’d imagine dying in the suit before you came along. He couldn’t be happier with his decision though as he put baby Esther down in her crib for a nap.

#atsv miguel #2099<3 #miguel o'hara #domestic miguel #husband miguel #bad body #smut #fluff #writing #fics #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse

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simpcityy · 10 months

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Location Status: In Danger (Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Person!Reader) *Platonic*

Summary: Father figure Miguel left you alone in your dimension after taking your watch to get it fixed. You assure him everything was going to be okay without a watch but now he wishes he didn't listen to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is part 2 for Location Status: Unknown (Link Below Warnings)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Father Figure Miguel, father and daughter fluff?, Miguel cursing in Spanish, Angst, blood. violence, comic villain reference, meltdown...ughhh I think that is all.

Pt.1 Pt.2. Pt.3

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You woke up with your body feeling all sore. You let out a groan as you tried to get up on your knees only to fall on your back in pain. Breathing heavily, you glanced at your right side of your rib only to see your suit stained in red. Taking in deep breaths, you tried to remember what happened. You were fighting an anomaly in your dimension; things weren’t looking too good, and you got knocked out. Pulling your mask over your nose to breathe in more heavily. The pain was unbearable and not having a way to contact for backup, you had to do this on your own. “Why did the watch malfunction today?” You mutter before crying out in pain as you get up slowly leaning against the wall. Holding your side, you walked around the warehouse, wondering where this villain of another dimension took you. You dragged yourself out into a bigger room before looking around in panic as your spider senses went off.

“Looks like the spider finally woke up” A female voice calls out around the big room.

You tried to locate the voice but it only echos around the empty warehouse, making it hard to pinpoint it. “Show yourself!” You yelled being aware of your surroundings. Finally, you spotted a figure walking out of the shadow. Taking in her appearance, you froze. You quickly composed yourself and scoffed. “Look at that, an inheritor here in my dimension.” Standing up tall, ignoring the fire in your ribs from the wound, “Which one are you? Bora? Verna?” You listed the names before letting out a grunt as she gripped your throat, pushing you up against the wall. The woman chuckles, “I am Verna, and I will make you wish you weren’t my prey” She smirks. “Preying on the young has always been my favorite.” She whispers in your ear as her grip slowly increases, making you gasp for air.

Miguel was in his “cave” monitoring one of the missions he sent Gwen to do with the rest of the group that gave him headaches. He frowns watching them do it recklessly, he glances back at your watch as he was fixing. It’s been a week and he hasn’t gone over to check on you. “Lyla, bring up the cameras of (Y/N) Dimension.” He commands the AI as he keeps working on the watch. Lyla appears on his shoulder “Somethings wrong” She spoke, pulling up the screen. Miguel stops what he was doing and looks at the monitor, but it was pitch black. “Why is it not working?” He frowns, he may not have spider senses, but his father's senses were ringing in his head. “Lyla? Where is my kid?” He looks at the AI. “Hold on, I'm trying to fix this, someone or something did this.” She tries to make it work again. Miguel having no patience asked again “Dónde está mi hijo(a)? Answer me!” He yelled. “Something isn’t right!” Lyla, for once being an AI, had no clue on how to fix this, panicking as well for your well-being. Miguel yells out curses in Spanish before going through the portal to your dimension. He lands inside your place. “Kid?!” He yells going around each room finding it empty. “Esto no es gracioso! Sal ahora” He was hoping you were playing around, ready to see you smile and hear your fits of laughter, but he was met with silence. He runs up to the roof ready to see you there watching the city but is met with an empty roof. His heart started pounding, he pulled at his hair as memories of Gabriella started playing in his mind. He lost her and now you. He yells out to the city, “(Y/N)!”

Verna laughs as she watches you struggle getting up on your knees. She walks over to you as you take deep breaths. Everything hurts, even breathing in and out. You yelled out in pain as Verna’s hand went through your stomach. You whimper in pain; how can she be this strong? How can her hand go through your body with such ease? There were so many questions running through your mind, but one brought you to tears. ‘Is this the end?’ You think to yourself and glare at Verna. “I was hoping for a great battle” She tuts as her hand leaves your stomach. She smirks, as she cleans her hand watching you cry out in pain. “I can’t wait to have your head on my wall like the rest of the spiders.” She walks to you smirking, enjoying the sight of you. You were hurt, bleeding out to death and overall, just broken. She lets out a sigh, “But it’s a shame I can’t yet till they start looking for you.” She sits on top of some boxes looking at you. “We have to gather the herd and then I can strike.” She smirks as your eyes widen hearing her plan. She was going to kill the rest of your spider family. You already lost so much in your life, the thought of losing Gwen, Jess, Hobie, Pav and Miguel. Miguel lost a kid and if anything were to happen to you…he would lose himself slowly. “No, I will not let you hurt them…I won’t let you kill my family!” You yelled. Verna smirks seeing you getting up ignoring the pain throughout your whole body. “My Little Spider, I was wrong about you…you will give me a great battle.” She laughs as you stand in a fighting stance “Come on now, I bet your siblings are much more powerful than you” You taunt watching her smirk turn into a frown. “Usually, I don’t get my hands dirty, but you asked for it!” Verna snapped and ran towards you.

Miguel followed by Jess and Ben started looking around for you. “Lyla Anything?” Miguel looks around the city while the other two went on separate ways to cover more ground. He swings by before landing on the ground seeing a few broken boxes in an alleyway followed by an anomaly laying on the ground in pain. He glares before walking over to them, grabbing them by the collar he slammed them on the wall. “Start talking” he growls. “Give me a break man!” The villain groans and looks at him “first I was fighting this Spider Person and then suddenly another villain came in interrupting our fight. Just great!” They groan in frustration. “Otra persona? Who?!” He yells slamming them again to the wall. “I don’t know!? I think they went by the name Verna?” Miguel drops them down and sends Ben and Jess his location. “Lyla,” He calls out. “On it already! Verna…here it says…oh no…” Lyla stops before she appears in front of him “We need to find them now.” She whispers. Miguel watched in horror, knowing Lyla was not one to lose her cheerful spunk. “(Y/N) is fighting Verna from the inheritors” Miguel stands still, everything around him was toned out, even Lyla calling his name out for him. Inheritors…people who hunt them down. You’re with one of the members, alone and having no way to contact for back up. He starts to breath heavily, was he having a panic attack? “No…no …no!” He yells punching the wall. No, he was having a meltdown. He turns to the anomaly and walks to him, his talons out. The villain quickly backs up “H-hey listen, it wasn’t me okay. I didn’t get the chance to inflict harm on them!” “Miguel!” Lyla gets in front of him only for Miguel to walk past her. Grabbing the villain, he raised his fist only to stop. “I found their location!” She yells trying to get his attention.

”Dónde*?”

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Authors note: Thank you guys so much! This series is popular among the rest I have written so far! Thank you so much! I have much more Father Figure Miguel ideas coming up soon on my blog! Change of plans, this series is going to be 3 parts instead of 2. It just means more for you to read! I love you guys for reblogging my works for others to be aware of my works! You are welcome to drop in request as well. Soon I'll be posting the rules for requesting. Thank you for the support! Sorry for any grammar errors. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 53💕)

Spanish Translation: 1. Dónde está mi hijo(a): Where is my kid or where is my son, with the o being replaced with a it also means Where is my daughter? 2. Esto no es gracioso! Sal ahora: This isn't funny! Come out now! 3. Otra persona?: Another person? 4. Dónde?: Where

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fic #across the spiderverse fic #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x platonic reader #father figure miguel ohara

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akookminsupporter · 1 year

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Namjoon gave a good interview to Vogue Spain and in it he said a few things that I thought I'd share with those of you who may not understand Spanish.

This was at the end of the article but I want to write it first:

One thing that needs to be made clear about this album is that, no matter how much the rumour mill is trying to spin it, it is by no means the end of the successful band. "Oh, I'm not leaving BTS. Absolutely not. This is the first time I'm launching a solo project like this, so I'm trying to stand up and take my first steps. But I'm ambitious and I have willpower. So I don't want to miss the opportunity to do both. So I will try my best not to lose control and steer these two ships at the same time. A lot of bands split up and fall apart, but I hope that doesn't happen to BTS. I just love the music, I love my job, I love the band members and I love myself. If I can keep both projects going, I think it can be something legendary in the long run".

Other important parts of the article:

"The k-pop industry hasn't stopped growing since we debuted with BTS [in 2013]. It's become a lot more complex and has brought a lot more people into its structures. I think there are a lot of lights, but also some slippery shadows. Many of us started our careers very early as a group: we slept and lived together as teenagers. We became a real family, which is great, but this culture has also affected me a lot, because sometimes I find it difficult to be treated as an adult who has autonomy in his decisions. I'm perceived as just another cog in the crew, in the context of a mass phenomenon",

Did you ever feel like you were getting completely lost in this delirium of success? "I used to think so, but the funny thing is that I am fully aware that it was my own choice to devote myself to the k-pop industry. Nobody pushed me into it. But yes, I have lost myself at times. Although perhaps saying this is an excess of 'self-empathy'. There is no answer. Except that, if k-pop is about recharging the batteries of a mass audience and I'm responsible for doing that recharging, then I have to keep my feet firmly on the ground. As an adult, as a musician and as a human being. And these ten years of my career have helped me define who I am and learn to love myself. But I'm still in that process, you know? All these internal struggles will be recorded on records and videos," he explains.

"Music is really necessary for the world, but, when it comes to my music, sometimes I feel like I'm producing something unnecessary. If I were to die tonight, I don't think anything would change. It might matter to some people for a while, but a farmer or a street sweeper is more relevant to the functioning of society. When I ask myself about the role of our generation in historical terms, when I look at all the digital platforms and communities out there, I am overcome with confusion. There are a lot of people who don't want to think. They have frenetic lives and turn to music or television to escape, so the last thing they want is someone trying to lecture them from a pedestal. In that context, I wonder how I can make my music matter. I haven't found an answer yet, but I keep trying to bring my own perspective to it.

As to whether he is afraid that the army he has on Instagram (42.4 million followers) might one day turn against him for a silly mistake or a blunder, RM answers bluntly. "Yes, it scares me. It scares me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. When I was younger I tried to come across as a cool guy who doesn't give a shit what other people think, but I don't think that's right anymore. I care about the publicity dimension of my career and the influence I can have on others. It stresses me out, yes, but I think I can handle it. That's why I don't retire or do things like go out and drink the night away and then drive drunk. I'm human, I can make mistakes, but I will do everything in my power to be the best version of myself. One of the keys is to treat this job for what it is: a job. I don't think artists have any special rights or status.

Note: if you would like me to translate another part of the interview, let me know.

#Namjoon #RM #vogue spain #bts #bts solo careers #bts break

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jayden-killer · 6 months

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Hi!

I love your stories, could you make one where the reader is dating Miguel and is also a part of the spider community. The reader helps Miles to escape and Miguel finds out and argue with her.

I hope that you will keep writing stories.

Have a great day !

omg omg hii! I'm so glad you enjoy my stories, receiving these types of compliments always make my day :DD. And, i deeply apologise for taking this long to write your request; I've been so busy with my uni exams.. Anyways, here's your story!!

I HATE TO FIGHT YOU. (Miguel O'Hara × gn!reader)

warnings: Angst to light sfw (at the end)???, Miguel expressing his anger by literally destroying his lab lmao, VERY LONG ONE SHOT.

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Superpowers aren’t easy.

So it wasn’t a relationship with the leader of the Spider Society. Miguel was not an easy guy to argue with, you might call him stubborn, which was one of his main features. And even when Miles Morales, the newcomer to society, tried to change his mind, begging him to give him a chance to save his father, he hadn’t changed his mind. There was nothing Miles could do to change his mind. It was difficult with me, imagine with the others! But this is another story; Miles Morales was chased by an angry mob of Spider people, led by Miguel, flanked by me. The walls of the structure resounded with encouraging screams that every spider person gave himself, giving more charge during that chase. Miles was right in front of us, dodging webs and traps stretched by other members. There was something about that kid that maybe wasn’t something wrong.

He needed to be sent home and help him save his parents. I had not succeeded, and I would have avoided that another person (moreover a little boy!) would have gone through the same pain that I had to go through. Miguel and I split up, and that was my chance. With a perfect throw of my web, he managed to grab Miles' right arm and pull it towards me. The boy stretched his eyes, thinking it was the end for him. Only when I made a sign to him to become invisible and to hide behind a shaded wall, he understood. He hid me in turn, letting the angry crowd pass us.

Now it was the right time. "Miles". I called the kid with the labored breath and he returned to his normal form. He was exhaling and inspiring too, following the hunt we were giving him. Without wasting time, looking around if there was a person there, I took out my time clock, and put it on his wrist. " This clock will take you to your dimension. It’s already set for where you need to go. Don’t ask any more questions, go." Without giving him an answer, I left him there, in the shadows, his face confused and sweaty, while I waved him to go.

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"You did what?!"

"He’s a boy, Miguel!"

"You have no idea how serious the situation is because of you".

"Miguel, you have to reason. You can’t really thi-".

"The situation is far worse than you think, puta madre!"

Miguel’s scream rang out the second it left his mouth. I could compare him to an animal: panting, with his eyes reddened and grainy, studying every movement, his shoulders outstretched, ready to attack his prey, me, or maybe someone else. His fierce and intimidating tone made me shudder, close my eyes for fear that something might happen, or worse; I held my arms in place along my hips, biting my lip to channel the emotions I had inside. I didn’t want to show weakness before Miguel. Or better: he had already seen me as I was. Fragile, with doubts that twisted my mind, like a normal human being, yet in those situations I always tried not to show off... I wanted to have everything under control. The man didn’t realize that he was wrong, that he was blinded by this compulsive obsession with control. We were talking about a little boy, Jesus Christ!

I opened my eyes.

My thoughts were replaced by the still threatening tone of Miguel, my lover, who took a long sigh, pinching the tip of his nose. Then he shook his head, turning his back. The lab was upside down: the news of my help to Miles was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

"The consequences are serious. I can’t risk losing more people to a kid".

That was more a warning to him than to myself. "I need to think about it... I need to be alone".

"Miguel.." I tried to talk to him.

With one hand he stopped me from talking to him and shook his head slightly, not looking at me. " No." He said. "I know what you did. It was right. But now I need to be on my own" he repeated feebly, that I found it difficult to understand well what he wanted. Then I agreed, because I respected his condition and his well-being, so I left him alone in the now ruined laboratory, with the last words: "I only did what was right. He deserves a chance", then the doors closed. I swear I heard something from him.

"And I don’t blame you. But it’s not right that he can save his family, and I couldn’t do it".

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #oneshot #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel x reader #spiderman atsv #atsv miguel #atsv #angst

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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mick + memories + angst. (i'm in the mood to cry over him right now) AND ANYWAY CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K HONEYYY TOTALLY DESERVED!!!<33

Memories | MS47

⸺ star-crossed lovers. ✓ mentions of pregnancy.

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When Mick showed up at Yn's family's doorstep on Thanksgiving after three years apart, he had hoped that by seeing his face she would be reminded that maybe it wasn't over. That there was some kind of hope because sure thing there was still love.

He hugged those who used to be his in-laws, her mother complaining about how quiet he went after the breakup, how much they missed him, and her dad telling him that secretly he still watched all his races. For a second, it felt as if nothing had changed, as if things could fit back together into the old picture it was, except they couldn't, and Mick was reminded of it the second Yn showed up in the living room.

One exchanged look and all the memories passed in front of them like a movie. Yn's yellow sundress fitting perfectly on her pregnant belly, her skin glowing, her hair shorter than when they used to date, her nails still painted neon colors, and the small pendant he gave her still there, except it didn't rest close to her heart on a chain anymore, but on a small bracelet almost hidden along random ones she used to collect from travels, it was also dimmed by the diamond ring on her finger. It had everything to be his favorite view, his favorite movie, maybe in another dimension he could pretend they were together, that she was pregnant with his kid, that she still wore his pendant on a neckless, that her neon nails would scratch his head by the end of the day.

"H-hi, Mick," she smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone soft, her curious gaze drinking every inch of him.

"Hey," he got up from the couch, his heart hammering on his chest.

Yn's parents found an excuse and left the room giving them their so much-needed space.

"I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited, but I- do you remember the peach tree we planted together back on my family's ranch?" he asked, and Yn nodded, though Mick was looking through the windows. "Last week it finally grew its first peach, and I was reminded of you, of us- I couldn't fight it in, couldn't stay away."

She took a small step towards him, but Mick shook his head. "Never mind, I'm sorry. I'll-" he wanted to state he would find someone like her, but Mick would be lying if he said it out loud because deep down he knew he would never find someone like her, just like Yn knew she would never find someone like him.

They were star-crossed lovers.

"I wish nothing but the best for you, Schatzi," he whispered watching her hands caress her mid-pregnancy belly.

Yn sniffed, letting tears cascade her face rolling down like dominoes and taking away the dust from the memories she buried deep in her heart, "I wish you the same, Micky." She wanted to add that she wished it was with him, that she wished life had been fair with them, that in another life she would be his girl. His treasure, and only his.

"Don't forget me," he begged, and though he felt like a selfish wish, Mick wanted to be reminded, especially because he would never forget.

The front door opened and her husband walked inside with her brother who ran to Mick telling him how much he missed the German around.

"Babe, we drove hours, but I found your craving," Ian, the husband, held a plastic bag in front of Yn with a proud smile on his face.

Mick watched the scene unfold. Watched her smile brightly at him, watched her give him the kind of hug he would receive a couple years back. Watched her silently love him almost like he once was loved. "Thank you," Yn whispered, planting a kiss in the corner of Ian's lips.

When they turned to Mick and her brother, Yn smiled. "I'll remember." It was her answer, her promise. She would love others, and she would live a happy life, but she would never forget him.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: It's not even THAT sad, but I'm on my period so I almost cried writing it LOL anyways, clearly wrote it while listening to Someone Like You by Adele. Also, it felt more like fluff than angsty, and for that I am sorry! But I hope you like itttt <3 thanks for the request and endless support *mwah*

#ms47 #requests #op: blurbs #one word a thousand stories blurb night #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher #mick schumacher imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #f1 angst

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chaifootsteps · 3 months

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I think the other HB Take I've grown to dislike the most is

'When Via realizes what her father sacrificed for her, she'll be so thankful / sorry for doubting him!!'

and like, no?? no she shouldn't be?

it was never her decision for her parents to stay together all that time, they made that choice themselves. The kid is not responsible for what the adults are doing. The show pulling a "Stolas got hurt for her sake so she needs to be grateful for that when Stolas is the one who made the choice to do it" is lousy logic, imo. It's blaming Via for being too young to know what was going on and expecting her to answer for her parents' choices & actions

not to mention It's made very clear that all the fighting after Stolas cheated is making her home life miserable. Anyone who's been between two warring parents will tell you how much it sucks

and also like - maybe the show wants to frame it that Stolas gave her a 'normal life' but the show is wrong about that, gonna be blunt

nothing about the Goetia's home life was ever 'normal'. Stella & Stolas never wanted to marry. they never wanted a child together. Everything about their life was artificial from the get-go and doomed to failure, especially since Stella presumably never even put in the effort to playact 'happy families' once Via was born

and like, the show has written Stella to be so comically evil that she threw Still Not Divorced parties in their house, where Via was living, that she advertised in the newspaper. Via would have to be pretty checked out to not notice that Stella and Stolas can't stand one another. Kids aren't dumb about that kind of thing, they will notice. And given Stella does nothing but screech/insult Stolas every time she's onscreen (and it's implied she's physically abused him before), if Stolas actually cared about Via's wellbeing he'd want her far away from Stella. This self-martyring routine of his makes no sense.

On some level a lot of people judge parents irl for staying with abusive partners if they're subjecting a child to that environment, too, and that's with the understanding the parent loved/still loves the abuser on some level. Stolas never loved Stella. Why is he subjecting Via to her, especially when he's the one who's a prince and could easily have her thrown out of the palace?

it makes the shows' determination to never show what the dynamic between Stella and Via is even more frustrating, because if they did get one it would at least lend some credence to Stolas' 'I thought there was some benefit to us staying together for Via's sake' routine. if she has a relationship with her mother then it makes some sense, even if that relationship is strained at times. but the writers are terrified of giving Stella any dimension at all so I'd bet good money we won't even see them exchange a single line of dialogue by the end of s2 (unless it's for Via to be manipulated by her, since she needs to be the world's biggest dummy so Stolas can cry some more)

(also like, sidenote that's just been annoying me personally - why would a Hell noble be so hung up on the notion of having a nuclear family? he's royalty. he can easily afford to raise Via alone. what are the normative values of Hell, exactly?? why would anyone care if Stolas gets a divorce? why can't the show clearly indicate what is and isn't expected of royalty in terms of upkeep of behavior and reputation?)

(also also, if Stolas was written to be deluding himself about what he did being good for Via then this could be interesting. but I doubt they're gonna go there with the creator's pet he's turned into in s2)

She probably will end up running back to Stolas, apologizing and expressing her gratitude for anything. Because that's the kind of show this is and that's the kind of writer Viv is.

#Anonymous #stolas critical #helluva boss critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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watsittoyah · 9 months

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, slight rough sex, slight blood play, passionate love making…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 14- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold Pt.2

Three weeks later..

“She was a daughter, a brilliant mind, and most of all she will be missed. Many people didn’t know my sister but I did. She was kind, and she loved her family. I just…I just wish she had gotten the help she needed when she was alive…”

Dominic D’Angelo, Dana’s younger brother was speaking and you were in the far back row.

Why were you at the funeral of the woman who hated your very existence?

That was simple to answer for two separate reasons.

1. You wanted to make sure Dana D’Angelo was actually dead.

And..

2. You wanted answers for the inner battle you had in your mind.

The emotions you felt for Dana were simple and complicated. You hated her but you also felt bad for her only because you could see yourself in that casket. She did terrible things, but if you were in her shoes would you had been able to resist the temptation to have all you wanted? To have the life you once had and all you had to do was make one persons life miserable?

A part of you, the cynical part of you, wouldn’t hesitate. But the other part, the compassionate part of you couldn’t do it.

From how Dana did everything you can tell that love makes you do crazy things.

As you glance down the aisle you see the casket was closed. Which was wise since her little pumpkin did explode and burned 98% of her body. And she did well she did smack deep into the pavement.

As the funeral had moved outside you were walking away from the crowd. You saw from the distance Dana’s family crying. Her mother had fallen to her knees and you just couldn’t take seeing that.

As you walk to your car, you get a call. You look at the screen and see it was Miguel. You let it ring and waited five more minutes just so it would seem as if you missed his call. You then send him a text before driving out of the parking lot.

Hey just out running errands, I’ll be home soon. Love you.

You hated that you had to lie about going to Dana’s funeral but this was the first time Miguel had let you out of his sight since the incident.

The thought of Miguel’s shoulder snapping when he caught you still gave you nightmares and you needed some time alone.

You needed to think about what you know, and you wanted to talk about it with Miguel but he was still in shock that you had almost died.

It didn’t help that when you two slept in the same bed, he held onto you just a little too tight. He would wake up every night checking to make sure you were still there. You had to practically beg Miguel to let you go out for a while.

You drive back to the apartment but you start to feel your hands shake on the steering wheel. You pull into your parking spot and you shut the car off, sitting in silence. The pain crawls into your chest and you clench your jaw feeling it finally spread over you.

You lean your head against the steering wheel and you cried hard. Letting your emotions go. Everything, every emotion just hits you like a freight train and you wanted it to stop.

You had another life, whether it was from another universe, it didn’t matter. You had another life, you were a mother. A wife. Your parents were still alive. You were working as a tech engineer. You had the life you always wanted. And thanks to Dana, it was gone.

You feel the cry in your chest get ugly and your body jerked, when you hear something knocking on your window. You were going to ignore whoever it was outside your window until you heard his voice.

You use your sleeve to dry your eyes and you roll down the window to see Miguel. His eyes were a blood shot red as if he didn’t sleep while you were gone.

Understanding how he had became for the past few weeks he probably hadn’t slept. “Amor, do you want to talk?” He asks in a soft voice as you sniffle back the tears. “P…please.”

“Vamos adentro, mi amor.” He steps back and you roll the window back up and you take your key out of the ignition. Once you’re outside of your car you lock the doors and Miguel takes your hand. His touch was ever so gentle as he held your hand.

He must think you’re going to crumble from his touch.

Once you’re inside he guides you into his apartment and he locks his door behind himself. “D-” You raise your hand and you go to the kitchen. You grab a glass and take a pitcher of water from the fridge and pour yourself a glass.

You drink the crisp water and stand there feeling him studying you. You keep your back to him and put the pitcher back. When you turn to him you feel your lip tremble.

“I…” You try to collect your words and get it together. “I seen. I seen everything. I don’t know what Dana did to me but I seen the life we had. All of them.” You mention to Miguel as you see what he has to say. He was silent.

“I dream about those lives. And when I wake up, baby I curl up into a ball and I want to sleep again. To know that in another world , my parents, my ambitions, our son…is there. I want that so much. But I am happy in this world because you’re in it. You are my happiness. Eres mi corazón en forma humana.” You smile because you remember what that phrase means to you, you remember the story and feel your chest swell because he was telling you the whole time.

“I love you so much Miguel, I think I did the day we met. And to know that we always find each other in every universe is…amazing. But I am scared. I’m scared because I don’t want you taken from me. Miguel I went to Dana’s funeral and all I could think of is that that could’ve been me in that casket. I could’ve been the one who ruined someone’s life just to have that happiness. I…I don’t want to lose you.”

You let out a sob and Miguel makes it across the room to you in three strides. “Amor, no me perderás. I’m here. I am here and I don’t plan on leaving or being taken from you. I would fight heaven and hell just to stay by your side.” He holds you and you wrap your arms around his waist. If you could you’d hold him until your bodies had molded together.

“I’m also sad because you knew what we had on that earth and yet you couldn’t say anything. I bet you felt so lonely looking for me.” You say in his chest.

He moves your face so that you’re looking up at him and he kisses your head. “I wanted to tell you the moment I saw you in the parking lot when your bottle hit my foot. But I didn’t want scare you off. So I waited, it’s funny I think I would’ve waited forever for you to see it.” He then hugs you again and you buried your face into his chest.

“That won’t happen again will it? The portal thing?” You ask him. “No, amor. I’ve been monitoring the whole situation. As long as there aren’t any anomalies-“

“Anomalies?” You question him as you look up. “In our case it would be a person or thing that would deviate from our norm. I’ve had Lyla scanning and so far there are none.” Hearing that name makes your ears perk up.

“Lyla…you created her but I helped you with giving her emotions.” You word vomit as you chew your bottom lip. Miguel pulls your lip free and nods. “She’s been wanting to see you but you can have your reunion later. Right now you look like you could use a hot meal and some rest.”

You place your hand on Miguel’s stubbled cheek and give a small laugh. “You’re one to talk, you look so tired. How about we take a nap and then we can eat.” You suggest. “Eso suena amoroso.” He takes your hand and he tugs you towards the bed room.

You follow and when you two make it to the room, he closes the door and he turns to you. Miguel kisses your lips gently at first and he helps you strip off your shirt. You strip down to just your underwear and he leans away from you for a second, grabbing one of his t shirts and handing it to you.

You pull it over your head and arms, letting the cool red and blue fabric slide down your body. Miguel had taken off his shirt and pants. Kicking his things to the side as he stands in his boxers and then he guides you to the bed.

When you crawl into bed together, you cuddle up close to Miguel and he this times holds you but not too tight. He knows you’re there and he knows you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

You two lay there in silence and sigh. “Are you even tired now?” You ask feeling wide awake. “Estoy bien despierto, amor.” The both of you chuckle and you lean up on your elbow and look at him.

“Baby, you know how I feel about this. But what do you think about all of this?” He trails his fingertips against your thigh and he thinks for a moment. “I feel, and don’t be mad. But I feel happy that you know. And I want to apologize for making it seem as if I was gaslighting you, because I saw the signs. The way our bodies just knew each other. The way we just knew each other? There’s no hiding that. And if you have questions about anything, then I will answer them.”

You then reach out and touch the few grey hairs at his temple. “Now tell me how you felt when you saw I almost died.” Miguel’s fingers on your thigh freezes.

“I don’t want to-” You stop him. “I’ll tell you how I felt. I felt scared, I felt angry and I just felt sad. All of those emotions were running through my head. I felt scared because for that split second I thought you weren’t going to catch me. I thought I was going to eat pavement and you were going to be alone again. I felt angry because of Dana and at you. I was angry with you because in that moment you didn’t protect me from her kidnapping me. But it was on me, I did tell you to get my purse at that time. And I felt sad because I felt like I had so much to live for, I want to get that future with you. I wanted to be with you, baby. But when you saved me I was relieved. A little scared because of how your arms snapped out of place, but you reassured me that you’d heal. So thank you for giving me a second chance at life.” You lean over and kiss his lips and you feel his mouth tremble.

The next thing you know is you’re on your back and Miguel was on top of you. His position had reminded you of a bird being in a cage and you were the small bird.

His eyes were a mixture of hazel and red, but the thing that broke your heart was there were tears in them. They didn’t fall, they were at the edge of his pretty eyes.

“I thought I was going to lose the love of my life. All those memories and new ones, all of those times I’d look at your beautiful face…I thought it was going to be the last time. I saw our lives flash before my eyes. Our son would never be born, your dreams would never come true. We’d never get married. I would never get to hold you again. My entire world was going to die. I am grateful I saved you. But amor I have nightmares at night. You’re not there and I’m searching for you. I’m calling your name and you don’t answer me…”

Miguel closed his eyes and he was silent for a second. “…I always find myself in the dream walking down this long and dreary road, and when I get to the end of it I…I see your grave. I fall to my knees and I cry. I cry because you’re gone and I’m alone in the universe again. When I wake up, I panic because I think you’re gone but you’re there so I hold you close and I thank God you’re still with me because if you’re not here, then this world will not have a spider-man because I would join you.”

The tears rolls down his cheeks and you reach up wiping them away. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever speak like that. I want you to be happy, Miguel. Even if it’s not with m-” He leans down capturing your lips with his and you feel more tears hit your face.

He pins your hands down and he kisses you. You can tell he doesn’t want to talk about the subject anymore so you don’t push. You kiss him back and you wrap your legs around his waist. He lets your hands go and he holds your face, continuing to kiss you.

His kisses go from gentle to hungry. Miguel releases your lips and he looks down at you. He’s silent but his movements were loud as he scoots down, his nose trailing close to your lower stomach.

You get goosebumps as his eyes stay locked on yours for a moment. He inhaled deeply and he kisses your lower stomach. You feel his fingers slides your panties pass your hips and you lift a bit to help. He brings them to your ankles and he tosses them somewhere in the room.

Miguel looks back at you and you feel his warm breathe against your skin. He looks away just to part your legs and he looks at you again through his lashes as if he’s asking permission to continue.

You give a subtle nod and he kisses your inner thighs. He trails his lips down to your legs and you watch as each kiss was passionate. He lifts your right leg and he kisses your ankle. He rubs your foot and does the same to the left.

“I want you to know, that I will make sure to never put you through that again. I will protect you, our unborn child, our future. I love you so much that my heart aches when you’re not there. My body misses you when you’re not close. I will forever love you, Tommie O’Hara. Because you are my universe. And if you’ll let me, I want to show you what you mean to me. Let me show you. Let me just worship you in this moment, mi pequeña diosa.” He places your leg down and he knees, while parting your legs.

He parts your lips with his fingers and he licks your inner lips slowly as he twirls his tongue. Your eyes roll closed as he sucks your clit. You feel your hips get into a rolling motion and you only open your eyes as you feel him sucking.

You look down at him and he gives a few lazy licks and he takes his hands and parts your legs wider as he hooks his arms under your thighs.

You let out a strangled moan as he slides his tongue in and up hitting your g spot. You feel his tongue twirl inside of you and jerk a bit, feeling the sensation to move. “Amor be still for me.” Miguel moans as he dips his tongue back inside of you. You obey and find your fingers in his hair.

“Miguel….” You moan out as you hook your leg so he can’t move. He had buried his face inside of you and you feel him licking and sucking at the same time which makes you stutter out that you’re getting close.

He doesn’t say a word, he only continues to lick and suck. You move your leg and you move his head so you can fuck his lips. He just moans. Your orgasm builds as he nose rubs against your pulsing clit. You were going to come hard and fast for this man.

You lift your legs just a bit as our orgasm intensifies. “Mi-baby, yes just like that, just like that don’t stop.” You let his hair go and he flicks his tongue making you stutter out words in pure gibberish and bliss.

You swear you saw stars as Miguel sucked your juices. He uses his spit and he glided his tongue over your sensitive clit. Your body jerks from that sensation. “Mm, baby.” You warn, but Miguel wasn’t listening.

He was gliding his tongue over and over repeatedly making your back arch away from the bed. You whimper and whine as the keeps going. You try to move away but he grips you tighter and you whimper out your moans. As you come again he does a deep suck and you groan for him to stop.

When he lets your legs go, you felt that if you got up right in this moment you’d fall. His chin and lips were wet. He leans over you and as he kisses you, you taste yourself. He moans as he takes your hand and places it on his crotch.

He was hard as a rock. “Off.” You tell him weakly. In a swift move he strips off his boxers and you yank off the shirt you were wearing. He had you in the middle of the bed and the tip of his dick was just slick with his pre.

You look at him and you were biting your bottom lip. He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. As he pushes the head in, the both of you let out an opened mouth moan.

He moves his hips and he slides in slowly, savoring your tightness and you grip his arms as he rests his weight on you. When he’s inside of you fully, you reach down to touch your clit but he stops you. “Déjame encargarme de eso, amor.”

He rubs his thumbs against your clit and you shiver from still being sensitive. He slowly pulls out. But he keeps the tip inside of you. “You’re so beautiful, when you’re under me, amor.” He says as he slides deep back inside of you.

You moan as you feel your nails dig into his arms. He starts to pick up the pace but he does deep long strokes. “Miguel, please just like that.” You pull him down and kiss his lips. Your tongue twirls with his and you feel his sharp fangs against your tongue. Miguel holds your face as he kisses you. You bite at his bottom lip and he groans.

You go to do it again but he pins you down and he rocks his hip, hitting all the right spots inside of your clenching and pulsing tight pussy. “Please do it, just let me feel them.” You whimper in his ear as he stuffs you deeper.

He does as your request and he bites down on your shoulder. You gasp out loud as you feel your entire body give a heartbeat. He lets go with his dangerous jaw and he kisses you with his blooded lips.

Your hands rake through his raven colored hair and you moan out you’re going to come. With that comment. Miguel lifts you up and he moves to the edge of the bed. He lifts you up and down as he fucks you passionately. You lean forward and he palms your ass as you feel you’re all the way at the base of him.

“Ven por mí.” He moans in your ear. You feel his dick twitch which tips you over the edge. You both come together and you make a mess of his dick as he still pumps deep inside of you.

You both hold each other as he lets your legs down. You smile like an idiot which was contagious because Miguel was smiling as well.

“You know you can still back out, start over with another version of me.” You tease. He scoff and buried his head against your chest. “I’m not going anywhere, Tommie. You and I are locked in for life.” The both of you laugh as he lifts you up and places you on the bed.

You snuggle up with Miguel as sleep starts to hit you. “I can’t wait for the future.” You hear Miguel mumble as he falls fast asleep. You lean over and kiss his temple as you pull the sheets over on the two of you. “Neither can I.” You whisper as you lay on his chest and fall fast asleep…

••••

Two years later…

You were crying while eating your grandmother’s potato salad. “Baby cakes what’s wrong?” She asks as she checks on you. You had your bowl sitting on your swollen belly and you were wiping the tears away.

“It’s so good. I want to eat this everyday.” You tell her as you take another bite. “Barbra let that girl cry, she might just go to sleep.” Your grandfather says as him and Miguel walk over with the grilled food. “Amor can I get you anything else?” Your husband asks. You shake your head and lick the plate.

“Tommie, please don’t do that. There’s more, I promise.” You feel your face warm from the embarrassment as your grandmother takes the plate from you. This little boy made you have the strongest cravings.

Last week all you wanted was pineapples and whip cream. Today you wanted a whole bowl of your grandmothers potato salad. You go to get up and Miguel was right there to help. “Easy amor, you’re carrying our legacy in there.” He says as he kisses your cheek.

“I know, baby. I’ll be careful. But boy, this baby is kicking my butt. One second he’s in the front and next he’s kicking near my side. Here.” You take Miguel’s hand and place it on your side. You two wait and sure enough there was a kick. Miguel’s eyes light up and he smiles wide. He kneels down and he kisses your dress covered stomach.

“Hola, Xavier. We can’t wait to see you next month.” He says causing you to poke your bottom lip out and cry. “Mi corazón please don’t cry.” Miguel stands up chuckling.

“It’s just I can’t believe we’re going to be parents next month, we’re really going to meet this little person and he’s going to look so cute in all the outfits we got him. And-“ You feel a sharp pain and you grab Miguel’s hand. “Sh…shoot.”

“I got you, come let’s sit down and do those breathing exercises.” You shake your head and feel fine just then. “I’m okay, I just need to use the bathroom. Can you help me?” Miguel agrees and he helps you inside.

As the two of you enter the kitchen your hand bumps into your metal bottle and it falls. Miguel grabs it up effortlessly and places it back on the counter. You smile at that since that’s how you two had met.

You go to the bathroom but you tug your husbands hand and pull him inside with you. He chuckles as you stand on tippy toe. He leans down careful not to bump your stomach and he kisses you.

“Mmm, did you actually have to use the bathroom or did you just want to have me all alone?” Miguel asks as he looks down at you lovingly. “I’ll confess I wanted you alone. But can you blame me, we haven’t had much alone time this weekend. I actually can’t wait to get back to the house.”

“I know how you feel, but you have to admit it’s been relaxing being here.” You nod. “It has, but maybe it’s just my hormones but I have been wanting you more and more this past month.” Miguel lifts you up and places you on the sink, getting a giggle out of you as he settles between your legs.

“Is that so, Mrs O’Hara?” Miguel says as he kisses your neck. “Mmm, it is Mr O’Hara.” You answer as you feel him lifting your sun dress.

You lift up a little as he tugs your panties off and he kisses your lips. “We can’t make any noise and we have to be quick, amor.” Miguel says as he unzips his pants. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.” You whisper as you spread your legs wider. Miguel positions himself perfectly and he rubs just the tip.

“Amor, you’re so wet.” He softly moans as he slides the head in. You bite your bottom lip and nod. “Been wet since this morning. I had a dream you and I were on our honeymoon. Remember how that went?” Miguel nods as he places his hand against the mirror behind you and he slides in, causing the both of you to moan.

“This pussy is too good, fuck.” Miguel moans a bit loud. You clamp your hand over his mouth. “You can’t be too loud, remember?” He nods and he starts moving his hips. You eyes rolls back as you keep your hand over his mouth.

“I’ll…I’ll admit when the baby comes we won’t get much time like this.” You whisper out. “I’ll find a way for us to have alone time, amor. Don’t you worry about th-shit!” Miguel groans which causes you to take your panties and shove them in his mouth.

“Baby, just fuck me and be quiet, please.” You say as you grab his ass and pull him in so he can fuck you deeper. He groans something and you feel him pulse inside of you. “Ju…just like that make me cum baby, make me cum.” You moan out. He covers your mouth now and he spits out your panties.

“Sh…shh. If you’re too loud I’ll st…stop. Now be my good girl and let daddy fill this little greedy cunt.” He lifts your legs over his shoulders and he pounds into you. You head bumps against the mirror which causes it to open and a few medicine bottles spill. But the two of you don’t stop. Miguel looks at you with lust in his eyes and your eyes start rolling back as you start to feel yourself about to come.

“You’re squeezing down on my di-baby you’re so wet oh m-” He grabs the back of your head and he pounds into you as you clench and come causing a mess on his pubic area.

Soon after Miguel’s thrusts get sloppy and he came deep inside of you. The both of you catch your breathe and when you notice the spilled items from the mirror you both chuckle.

“Worth it.” You say as he lets your legs down. “Definitely worth it.” He kisses your lips and he helps clean up. “Do you think we’re going to be good parents?” You ask as he helps you off of the sink after pulling your panties up. “I know we will, in every universe we’re good parents.” You chew your thumbnail and Miguel stops you. “Don’t be nervous, Tommie. You’re going to be a wonderful mother. I promise.” You go to speak but just then you double over and grip his hand.

“Ow, ow, o-Ahhhhh!” You let out a blood curdling scream and Miguel scrambled quickly yanking open the bathroom door. “What’s wrong, Tommie?” You look down and you have this sensation to pee.

You quickly try to make it to the toilet but you feel a gushing feeling between your legs just as you go to sit.

You lock eyes with Miguel and his eyes were wide. “Baby my water br-ahhh!” You grab his hand and squeeze as pain shoots through you.

Miguel scoops you up and yells out that’s you’re in labor. He places you on the couch in the living room and you hear your grandparents rushing into the room. Your grandfather was grabbing your bag, while your grandmother was on the phone with telling the operator to connect her to the hospital.

Miguel was kneeling beside you and you were in tears. “I…is it suppose to hu-ahhh!” The pain was getting intense and all you wanted to do was push. “Miguel, he’s coming now. We need to go.” You tell him through clenched teeth. He nods and he helps you up.

In a matter of seconds it seems, Miguel was in his car with you in the passenger seat. “Toma mi mano y respira amor.” You take his hand and take deep breathes as your contractions start to come quicker. “We’ll meet you at the hospital Miguel!” Your grandmother says as her and your grandfather gets in his truck.

Miguel doesn’t even give a response he simply peels out of the driveway and he takes the faster route to the hospital.

You feel something leaking and when you reach down you bring your hand back up. You’re in panic because you see blood. “Miguel!” You scream. He presses the gas harder and he drives as fast as he can without causing an accident. “Just breathe, Tommie. Just breathe we’re almost there.” Miguel says as he runs a red light.

More pain shoots though you and you can’t wait, you start to push as he drives up to the Emergency Entrance. You scream that it hurts and Miguel takes you out of the car. Your blood was all over the front seat and on Miguel.

He runs inside causing the nurses at the front desk to jump. “My wife, she’s hurt and she’s in labor please!” They work quickly and they bring you to a room. You feel your heart beat speed up as they tell Miguel he has to stay back. “No! He comes! He comes with me!” Miguel pushes past the nurses and he holds your hand. “Amor I’m not going anywhere.” He tells you as they wheel you to a room.

The nurses hook you up to a machine and a lady doctor she enters the room quickly and she puts on gloves. “How far are your contractions ma’am?” She asks as she lifts your dress seeing the blood. “F..four minutes apar-ahhh!” You scream as the doctor inserts cold metal inside of you. “Do you have to do that!” Miguel snaps. “I apologize sir, but your wife is in labor and she’s hemorrhaging. We need to move fast before her and the baby dies.”

Miguel moves over to you and you feel scared. “Xavier is going to be alright, right? Our son is going to be okay?” You ask in a panic. “He is going to be fine. Look at me, Tommie. Our son is going to be fine.” Miguel comforts you.

You nod and your legs are placed up and spread. “Alright Mrs O’Hara, I am going to ask you to push. Your baby is already crowning. Once we get them out we can stop the bleeding. Okay? Now give a great big push.”

You do what the doctor says and you give a push. The sensation was terrifying for you but you had to stay brave for your son. You give another push as instructed and you hear a cry. Miguel moves down and the look in his eyes were priceless as the doctor told him to cut his umbilical cord.

The doctor passes then Xavier over to another nurse so he can be cleaned and he gets suctioned. Miguel kisses your head as you feel happy he’s okay. “He is a healthy baby boy, who is four pounds and six ounces.” The nurse says to you. You go to speak but let out a scream you didn’t know you could do.

“Mrs O’Hara, your other baby. They seem to have the umbilical cord wrapped around their neck. Please wait to push while we get this handled.”

Your eyes widen. “Another baby? But how?” You had went to every appointment with Miguel and they doctors showed you the ultrasounds. It showed Xavier in the womb. How did this other baby not get seen? Unless they were hiding behind Xavier?

Miguel had a blank stare on his face but his hand was gripping yours.

The doctor tells you to give a push for her and you give a push, this time you feel excruciating pain when you push. You cry to Miguel how it hurts and the doctor tells you to give her one more push they baby was almost out. “You got this, amor. I’m right here with you.” Miguel says as he holds your hand.

You push one more time and you expect to hear a cry but your heart drops when you don’t hear the baby. “It’s a girl.” The doctor says as she brings your daughter to another table.

You listen, you hold your own breath and listen to her cry but you hear nothing. “Come on, little one.” The doctor says as she tries to help your unresponsive child.

Miguel was standing there solid as a rock as you try to peek. “Time?” The doctor calls out. No, no you’re not letting her go.

“Bring her to me, now.” You demand in a tone you didn’t know you had. Miguel moves and he takes the baby and brings her to you. You move down your dress and Miguel lays the baby against your chest.

“Come on, come on baby girl. You’re not going to give up. You haven’t lived yet. I refuse to lose you. Now breathe for mommy. Come on, you’re a strong little girl I know you are. You are your fathers daughter.” You place her on her stomach and you let her feel your heart beat as you gently tap her back. “You’re strong, because you’re my baby. Come on, come on baby girl, use your lungs. I just met you I’m not losing you.” You close your eyes and you kiss her little head.

You then feel a tiny heart beat against yours and when you open your eyes, you look down to see something yellow squirt from her mouth. Just then your daughter gives the loudest scream and you laugh because that is what you wanted to hear.

“That’s my baby girl. I knew you were going to live.” You kiss her little head as she keeps crying. You never wanted her to stop. Miguel look over at you and he has pure fear in his eyes for a split second, but it quickly leaves as he walks over and he looks at her. “Charlie, I want to name her Charlie after my dad.” You tell him as you feel tired. “Charlie O’Hara. I like that.” Miguel says as he just stares at his crying daughter.

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Miguel POV

It’s been six hours since the twins were born and I was walking down the hall letting Tommie sleep. Our friends and family had came to visit, and they were all happy to meet the two new additions.

But something is off, I can feel it. I wonder down a quiet hallway and I make sure no one was around when I bring my communicator out. “Lyla.” I whisper and she appears. “Hello daddy-oh.” She jokes but I didn’t see anything funny. “Geez, someone still doesn’t have a funny bone in their body I see.”

“Lyla I need you to do a scan for Charlie O’Hara.” I tell her as I think about my daughter. Fear came out of me as I laid my eyes on that little girl. “I’ll be back in a flash.” As I wait I close my eyes think about the tape I had received last year…

Tommie was with Erica and I was fixing up the bottom steps to our home. As I finished up, I see the mailman and gave a smile. “Good morning, Mr O’Hara. Just a package today.” I frown a bit. “Package? Maybe my wife ordered something.” He simply shrugs and hands it to me.

I freeze when I see who the sender was from. Even from the grave, Dana was still a nuisance.

I walk inside and I scan the package. There were no signs of a threat present but just to be safe, I had brought the package to the lab in the basement. I went to the safe room and opened the package only to see a DVD inside. On it were the words, play me. I grab my laptop from the other room and I place it inside. My laptop runs it through and a video pops up.

I scowl seeing Dana’s face on the screen and I press play. “Hello Miguel, if you’re watching this then I am dead. I’m sure you’re happy about that. But I just want to let you know, you can have your little Tommie, but I get to have your future. I won’t give away all my secrets. Some of them get to stay with me in the grave. But I know how much you find anomalies such a nuisance. So, enjoy this one. I’m sure you’re going to love it to pieces. Oh and tell Tommie I hope she falls and breaks her n-” I stopped the video and breathe carefully. “Lyla, scan for any anomalies.” I command. I wait for five minutes and she lets me no that there are no anomalies present in this universe.

“Vete a la mierda Dana….”

Back in the present I was waiting for at least six minutes for Lyla to give me an answer. She came back and she looked a bit worried. “What?” I snap at her. “Okay, don’t get mad at me I’m just the messenger. Alright well I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

“The bad news.” You tell her. She gives a nod. “Well I scanned all of the universes and…there isn’t a single Charlie O’Hara present. From the scans Charlie…she’s going to cause a greater anomaly in eighteen years.” There’s no way my own child can’t an anomaly.

“And what was the good news?” I ask her. “You’re a dad to two healthy children.” I grit my teeth and I walk back down the hall.

If Dana had planned this whole thing then not only was she a mastermind but she was also vile for this.

As I reach for the doorknob I freeze. Because I remember something. In every universe I met Tommie’s parents except this one, which caused our daughter to be born. That event caused this, which makes me wonder what else is hidden in the cracks of the universe?

I walk over to my sleeping wife and I kiss her head. She stirs in her sleep a little and I hear one of the twins let out a little cry. On instinct, I go to my kids and I look down to see Xavier was peacefully sleeping. But Charlie was being fussy.

Tommie had managed to make some bottles for them so I grab one and I pick her up carefully. “It’s okay mija, daddy’s got you.” I give her, her bottle and she drinks. Her little hand wraps around my finger and as I look down at her I see her left eye turn blood shot red. I feel the spider connection and I shiver. This little girl is going to cause a greater anomaly?

“That’s going to be a problem…” I say as I watch my daughter's left eye turn to a dull glowing red…

Previously

Ahhh I can finally post these!! I made spidersona’s of the twins! I was inspired by Miguel's suits, Xavier took his colors from Miguel's updated suit and Charlie took her colors from Miguel's old suit. Both of the twins love their dad but clearly Charlie and Miguel bump heads...a lot.

#miguel o'hara #watsittoyah #along came a spider 2099 #along came a spider #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x tommie valentine #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x black reader #tommie valentine #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman 2099 x female reader #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman smut #marvel #across the spiderverse #spidersona #oscar isaac smut #oscar issac hernandez estrada

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xxkookiexx · 11 months

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A Glitch in the System [Part.2]

𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙊'𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙓 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙈/𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩💕

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"No, no, no-M/n! M/n! M/n? Just breath, you're alright. We're gonna fix this and you'll be fine. Okay? Everything will be fine."

"Miguel...You can't."

"No, no, no, no-NO! M/n, don't say that! Jess, we have to do something!"

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰."

The Spider-society created by Miguel O'Hara is an elite group that assists in the capture of strayed anomaly's and returning them to their rightful dimension. M/n L/n has been with them since the beginning and has helped the group as much as he could, even with his questionable relationship wth their leader, that doesn't stop him from protecting others in need.

After Miles Morales finds himself at Headquarters, he's stuck with the choice of doing what's right and what he believes in but with the small support he's shown, he doesn't know who to trust.

M/n wants to help as much as he can, but whether or not he survives long enough to help the boy is the real question...

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part.1 - part.3 - part.4 - part.5 - part.6 - part.7 - part.8 - part.9

After finding out the girl's name in the white suit, Gwen Stacy, it seemed to M/n she already had experience with travelling dimensions from her unfazed expression when she saw the massive complex on earth-928. Her gaze lingered on the lobby as hundreds of spider-men and spider-women wandered on the ceiling, walls, and platforms conversing to each other without a care in the world.

"Woah." Her voice echoed as M/n and Jess chuckled at her reaction. "How many are there?" She asked and looked at the duo with curious eyes and Jess answered with light humour. "Too many to count."

They started walking around with Gwen following like a small duckling which M/n found adorable.

"So...so what's the deal with that other guy?" Gwen asks and M/n replied this time knowing who she was talking about.

"Don't worry about him. He's always grouchy and hates new people." His answer was short and simple but Gwen still had questions.

M/n didn't say anything more and continued walking with Jess, leaving her to stand alone for a moment before she ran to catch up again. The group ended up where the captured villains were held in yellow like shield boxes. Gwen closely stared at a few of them when Jess drew her attention.

"The main thing we do is travel to different dimensions to capture 'anomaly's' or villains that have been sent to the wrong one. That little stunt you pulled with the collider on Earth-1610 was the cause of it, and that Miles Morales that ended up turning into spider-man."

The mention of Miles made Gwen tilt her head up as her eyes went wide. "Miles? Is he here?" She started looking around to see if she could spot her friend but Jess chuckled with a 'are you serious' face.

"Ahh, sorry no. He isn't here. And I don't think Miguel would want to bring him here either." It seemed her words made Gwen more confused so she gave her a smile and nodded her head to a hallway.

"Follow us. We'll explain."

M/n picked a bit of loose fabric on his wrist part of the suit and followed the pair blindly, contemplating whether or not he should fix it.

The room was dimly lit and held a thick atmosphere like it always did whenever they entered to speak with Miguel. Their eyes went to the high platform above them where Miguel stood with his back facing them, multiple hologram screens were spread out and showing different scenes including the one of him and his daughter.

M/n frowned and turned to Jess but she just shrugged, so he looked up again and called out to him.

"Big guy, you wanna come explain things to our newest member?"

The platform started to lower excruciatingly slowly but M/n and Jess were used to it. Gwen was not and made a face but the two just shook their heads and let out a little, 'it's his thing'.

"The multiverse is a complicated thing." Miguel started, his voice laced with authority as Miguel turned a bit to stare down the trio, specifically Gwen. "I'm assuming you know that already?"

She was about to answer but Miguel continued without a pause, "The risks of jumping through space and time, entering different dimensions and ruining them in a blink of an eye," He squinted his eyes at Gwen, staring her down threateningly. "A kid like you could easily make that mistake."

Gwen was taken back and placed a hand on her hip with a scowl. "I'm not a kid—"

"Oh, but you are." Miguel interrupted with crossed arms, "Sending you out there gives us the risk that you'll potentially mess something up."

"Then why'd you bring me here?" Gwen spat back and M/n was about to say something but Miguel already gave his response.

"Because having more people help is the better option for the protection of the multiverse." He took a moment before speaking up again, "And I know you have the skills to accomplish what we order you to do."

The two stared at each other until Gwen decided to ask a question she's been wanting to know ever since she got here. "What about Miles? Why isn't he here yet?"

Miguel let out a huff of air through his nose and stepped off the platform to start circling the group.

"Lyla, bring it up." The small hologram came up and she nodded and raised her arms and the room changed into a black void surrounded them with the small blue light coming down. Gwen stared at it and looked at Miguel as he began talking again.

"The thing about all of us, the reason we're all here is because of the event that happened to all of us canonically." Spreading his hands out as images of multiple spider men and women showed up.

They watched them all get bit by the spider and soon their transformation into the hero's they're all today. Gwen saw herself and images of her life appear around her, including the one of the death of Peter Parker, her deceased best friend.

She swallowed painfully at the image.

M/n went up into Gwen's field of view and snapped his fingers, now holograms of miles showing up making her inhale sharply. "If we're taking Miles into consideration, in the end he was never supposed to become spider-man." He began and they all saw the spider glitching and crawling on miles before it bit his hand.

Instantly Gwen stopped thinking and stared at the man like she didn't believe what he was saying. Miles wasn't supposed to be spider-man?

"That specific spider wasn't from his dimension, It was teleported there by mistake from King Pins collider that he made. Logically speaking there was already a spider-man on earth-1610, peter Parker, but after Miles found himself caught near the colliderit left Peter Parker to save him and...die."

"sSo now his existence as the new spider-man is creating instability in the multiverse and making him an anomaly." Miguel finished with his arms crossed and all three now stared at Gwen while she processed the information about her friend.

M/n walked through the images and placed both his hands on Gwen's shoulders, her face holding shock and confusion. "Gwen. We're all connected to the 'web of life and destiny'. All of us."

Gwen looked up to the large like tree with multiple branches sprouting. "Every reality. Every universe. Our lives spread across and woven together like a web. To keep it simple, it's what Miguel likes to call the canon."

The bright red lines darted everywhere and M/n pointed to a hexagonal shape where more smaller lines were converging. "These events that are apart of every spiders story mostly all the time. There are some good, and some bad. For Miles, it's his father who he has to sacrifice. Letting him join here it could result in him figuring it out trying to stop it, which we can't let happen." He admitted, much more serious than he appeared before.

"If miles saves his father, his world and everyone who lives in it could start to unravel." Miguel's voice rang through her ears, "It's happened before and most of the time we've been successful in preventing it but...we don't always get lucky." He confessed leaving Gwen to frown and stare into Miles' eyes, the ones that showed happiness and his face bright, free from knowing his fathers fate.

She took a step back as her eyes darted to the screens of miles, him swinging around freely in the midst of the moment. She knew the boy and of course he'd go above and beyond to save his father from his death but the consequence of that could lead to something catastrophic like they predicted.

"That's why he can't be here."

Even after they had explained Gwen still couldn't see the issue of just visiting him. "Can't I at least go see him—"

"No." Jess shut down quickly and Gwen opened her mouth to argue but Jess held up a finger with a serious look.

"We cannot let you risk seeing him. If you even give him the hint, the smallest assumption of his future or what he is, he's gonna do something that'll cause more bad than good for the multiverse." It was like a mother scolding her child about being reckless, which was exactly what Gwen felt like it was.

She didn't say anything else and the whole room became normal again. M/n felt the air become tense and knew a million thoughts were running through Gwen's head. He knew her close friendship with the boy, he could see their bond form over the time Gwen got teleported into his dimension and they were forced to work together to save Miles' world.

It seemed Miguel had had enough and he turned his head slightly to give Jess a look.

"Jess." Miguel called, gaining the woman's attention,

"Go show Gwen how to use the dimensional travel watch and take her to Kess, she'll show her the machine so she understand what exactly goes on around here." Not leaving any room for augment and turning back around to stand on the platform.

M/n watched Jess gesture to the hallway and Gwen took a glance at him before slowly exiting.

It was silent and M/n knew Miguel was pondering like he always was so he thought of a super intelligent plan.

He jumped up next to Miguel and took off his mask once again to chuck it in the table and placed his hand on his left shoulder.

"What's on your mind, big red?" He asked and walked around Miguel's figure, staring up at his stone cold face with a smirk. His hand slid across Miguel's front easily feeling him through the suit as Miguel narrowed his eyes at M/n.

The h/c male blinked, looking away and letting his hand leave Miguel's body.

"That Stacy girl's pretty cool ain't she?" His gaze wasn't focused on anything as a hand had suddenly pulled at his waist and Miguel dragged M/n to stand in front of his taller figure.

"Don't talk about her when you're alone with me." Muttering with a clenched jaw, tracing both his hands around M/n's sides.

M/n bit his lip with a grin and brought his much smaller hands upwards to lean them on Miguel's lower stomach.

"Why? You jealous?" Giving a coy smirk but Miguel just kept his gaze firm and tightened his grip on M/n, his claws coming out a bit and pinching the mans skin.

"Hardly." He responded, feeling M/n's hands move up and down at a snail's pace, as if he was feeling everything for the first time again.

"Good." M/n licked his lips, watching as Miguel's eyes followed the movement.

"You're playing a dangerous game." Lifting a hand to slide his fingers underneath M/n's chin and bring it up a bit and M/n followed his action, lifting his hand to grasp at Miguels wrist softly.

"I thought you liked dangerous games?" M/n challenged and Miguel gave a sly smile and was about to lean closer until a hesitant voice called out to them.

"Umm...hello?"

M/n yelped and pushed his hands against Miguel's face in a panic making him grunt and leaned around to see who had walked in on them. "Y-Yes?" He shouted with a flushed face and spotted Kess standing there with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Is it a bad time?" She questioned and looked between M/n and a grumpy faced Miguel. M/n shook his head and walked around Miguel towards her.

"Nope! Never a bad time, love. What's up?" Saying at the same time as Miguel had muttered a 'yes'.

"I finished that upgrade you asked for, I was hoping you'd come see it? Gwen's also there if you wanted to help?" Making a bunch of hand gestures out of nervousness trying to ignore the glare that was burning into her head by the leader.

Miguel huffed and crossed his arms while M/n smiled happily at her. "Of course I'd love to see it. Miguel, you coming?"

Miguel rolled his eyes and went forward, raising a hand to rest it on M/n's lower back as they started walking. "You wouldn't have given me a choice anyway. "

"Oh, you know me so well." M/n grinned and laced his fingers with Miguels and they followed behind Kess to the console room where she worked.

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #spiderman #gwen stacy #into the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #fanfiction #suggestive #male reader #mxm

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myosotisa · 10 months

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It's been a long year - e.m.

Eddie Munson x Reader

ǁ tags: angst, hurt no comfort. major character death. everybody dies. its just sad. its really just so fucking sad and thats it. gender neutral reader, no pronouns used, no y/n. canon compliant. honestly? dont read it. i just wanted to cry for 30 minutes straight.

ǁ word count: 800

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

1986. It was supposed to be the year. The year you both got out. The year to end all years.

You and Eddie were going to go to prom underdressed and over intoxicated. Spike the punch bowl. Maybe try to steal the crowns from the King and Queen.

You were going to graduate – walk across that stage and wait at the other side while he gave the entire crowd the bird, maybe gave Mrs. O’Donnell a big wet kiss on the cheek just for the fuck of it. Hold his hand while the two of you ran off like Bonnie and Clyde to whatever your next adventure held.

You were going to pack up in his van and just go. Take his savings from dealing and yours from slinging coffee, give Wayne the tightest hug imaginable and a promise to call, get in the passenger seat, roll the windows down, blast the escape mixtape, and kiss buttfuck Hawkins, Indiana goodbye.

Maybe end up in Indianapolis. Maybe Chicago. Maybe further. Hell, you’d take that stupid van to California if you could. You’d spend a weekend making it watertight and buoyant if you thought you could take it across the ocean. It didn’t matter, not at all. Not as long as you were hand in hand with Eddie Munson wherever you ended up.

To be fair, maybe you should’ve been more specific in your wishes. Maybe you should’ve clarified to whoever was listening that when you promised to love each other to the end of the line, through everywhere and everything, that you had planned for it to be a long time. Planned for it to be a lifetime of adventures together.

That was always the plan. Written in promises on the palms of your hands and then collapsed together, letting the sweat and tears smudge the pen into a pool of ink on your intertwined fingers. A promise made in blood and sacrifice and in sickness and in health and in breaking the law and in dinner with Wayne on Sundays and in stolen kisses and in lost virginities and in first and only loves.

It was always ‘you and me against the world’. Spoken to the stars above Lovers Lake and the faded glow in the dark stars above his bed and the dark screen at the drive in theater and the back of his throne at Hellfire and into the carving of your initials in his locker. ‘Til death do you part.

Maybe this was the cruel joke of a cruel god who heard ‘you and me against the world, til death do you part’ and thought, “I can make that happen.” Malicious compliance to the promise the two of you had written on your skin in sharpie like it would last a lifetime.

Because it’s true. Laying on the grey floor of an alternate dimension, hand in hand with the love of your life – it's you and him. Growing cold, rapidly losing blood and feeling, pain fading away into near nothing. Just your hand in his.

It's choked, feeling like you're drowning in your own blood as you stare up at the darkened sky, you ask, “Hey Ed?”

His fingers move in your hand, the best answer he can offer. He’d taken the brunt of the attack at first, trying to protect you. Part of you wants to look over at him, just one more time. But you can’t even turn your head. Can’t do anything but stare at the sky that isn’t yours and watch it sometimes flash red like the blood pouring from your body. And maybe it's better that way. You can remember him in your mind, behind your closing eyes. Happy, smiling, shirtless in bed, a face smeared with mashed potatoes, and a ring of yours on a chain around his neck that you’d traded for his guitar pick.

You do wish you could hear his voice one last time though. Maybe he wishes that too.

“I think I–” a cough, a gasping breath that feels like knives and fire, a whimper of pain. “I think this settles it. I… I don’t think we would have survived in a horror movie.”

And he makes a noise, his hand lightly gripping yours again before going almost limp in your grasp. You know he’s slipping faster than you. You tell yourself the noise was a laugh. That you could make a shitty joke at the end of the world and he would appreciate it. That it was the right thing to say.

And even though it probably doesn't change anything. Even though it hurts so fucking much. Even if you don't actually know if he can still hear you anymore. You just have to say it one more time.

“I– I love you, Eddie Munson. ‘Til the end of the line.”

I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat. ‘Til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.

thanks for reading. sorry.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson hurt no comfort #eddie munson image #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson blurbs #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #myos ideas #myo4munson #Spotify

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corinthianism · 6 months

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last kiss | sam winchester (5)

pairing: sam winchester/f!reader additional tags: best friends to lovers (?), fluff, angst warning(s): implied/referenced non-con

masterlist | previous chapter | ao3

CHAPTER FIVE: TEN SECONDS

You didn’t know where you were. You didn’t even know how much time has passed since Lucifer took you away. He stashed you in some house. It looked like a normal suburban home, except it seemed he used his amped-up archangel abilities to essentially create a whole pocket dimension for you. On a surface level, every day felt like a normal day. Night and day passed just the same as it would in the real world. You had neighbors, and they were both familiar and unfamiliar. “Dean” lived right across the street whilst “Bobby” and “Cas” lived right next to you. The other houses were occupied by random people you didn’t know. It was like a bad djinn hallucination.

The routine was always the same: wake up, eat, try to kill time, sleep, repeat. In the beginning, you thought you were just having a bad dream; that Dean, Bobby, and Cas were really there with you. However, when you tried talking to them, they were way too out of character. Dean acted like a stereotypical macho man with absolutely no personality whatsoever, Bobby’s parental instincts towards you were taken to new heights in an almost cartoony way, and Cas was a helpless imbecile.

Then there was Sam. Sam was the only one who acted like himself. You’d wake up next to him, eat meals with him. You did everything you normally did with him, except in this weird world, you weren’t hunters. It felt eerily similar to the dreams you’ve had before.

He kissed you, touched you in ways the real him would never have the courage to do, but you refused to sleep with him. No matter how many times he tried to initiate it. He wasn’t real, and this was all wrong.

He would leave at exactly 9am everyday. Those first few days, you tried finding a way to escape. You tried talking to your “friends”. You tried hurting them. You tried pleading with Sam. When nothing else worked, you tried killing him.

And he was dead. For a while. The very next day, you woke up next to him again, as if nothing happened. After that, you resigned to just doing whatever you could to not be present in the moment. You played the role of housewife, because there was nothing else you could do.

Until now.

You woke up again, expecting to see the same cream-colored walls and smell the same ever-present smell of lavender. Instead, you were in an unfamiliar room.

The first thing that hit you was that it was rancid compared to what you were used to, as if somebody tried to hide the smell of a dead body with some berry-scented perfume. You turned around, and there was Sam. He donned a fully white suit, his hair uncharacteristically slicked back.

“You’ve been very impressive,” he winked at you, taking his hands out of his pockets to give you a mocking slow clap. This was Lucifer and when you looked into his eyes, you couldn’t find a trace of Sam. “For someone so in love with him, you did a bang-up job of… well, not banging him.”

You didn’t answer.

“Aww, come on now. Giving me the silent treatment?” he stepped forward. “What if I told you… he could still hear you if you talked to him? Not that he would be able to answer. Not unless I wanted him to, of course.”

That got your attention, and it gave you a boost of courage that had otherwise been taken from you. You ran towards him, grabbing him by the collar.

“Sam? Sam! Listen to me, if you’re in there, you’ve gotta fight it! Take back control, Sam!” you pleaded desperately, your last attempt in getting your best friend back.

His expression changed, and suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders. His body language and the cadence of his voice changed as well, and for a moment, all hope was not lost. It was as if the clouds parted to reveal the sun. This was your Sam.

“You’ve got to get out of here,” he pushed you away, looking around frantically for an exit for you to use. “You have to stay away from me, you have to—”

You took several steps back, turning around to grab the doorknob, only to find that the door was just part of the wallpaper, “What—”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” it echoed from behind you. You turned around slowly, and “Sam” was standing perfectly still and upright once again. “Naughty Sam. Naughty you.”

He approached you, stopping right in front of you before he looked you up and down like a predator assessing its prey.

“So, it’s just you and me now, princess,” he tilted your chin upward to have you look at him. “You know, I can see inside Sammy’s head, and my, my, my… the thoughts he has about you aren’t as innocent as you think they are.”

You scowled at him, even if it was unnatural for you to do such a thing to Sam. This wasn’t Sam anymore, you had to remember that.

“Remember… Jessica? Oh, I bet that one broke your heart. The love of your life going off to some fancy Ivy League and getting a pretty blonde… well, if it’s any consolation, he was always thinking of you. I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason he could get off whenever he was inside her.”

He laughed, as if he said the funniest thing in the world. He traced hearts and random shapes on your cheek, his laughter dying down into a contented sigh.

“You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together,” he finally said, his hand sliding down to your neck, and then to the collar of your button-down plaid shirt. He unbuttoned it once, “Sammy’s screaming at me right now. It’s very annoying.”

He unbuttoned another one, “I don’t see why he’s not enjoying this more, honestly. After all, this is what he wanted. If anything, I’m doing him a favor.”

He leaned closer, and you desperately tried to slow down your breathing. Your heart was pounding, so much so that you were almost sure that Lucifer could hear it. You always wanted Sam, but not like this. Lucifer knew that, and so he would do exactly what he wanted.

Lucifer, in a mission to ruin you forever, took more and more of your dignity with each button he removed. Finally, when your skin was on display for only him to see, a wide grin appeared on his face. Sam’s face.

“You’re never going to be the same after this,” he promised, and all you could do was hide somewhere in your mind where even the devil couldn’t find you.

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Lucifer took you to a cemetery, whispering in your ear about how once Michael showed up, you were gonna see the greatest battle in history. Of course, Lucifer would win.

Ever since that night, you felt like a prisoner of your mind. It was both your safe place and your punishment. You tried to remind yourself that it wasn’t Sam; that it was Lucifer who stole your dignity. Sam would never… Sam could never hurt you the way Lucifer had.

Even in the presence of two archangels, you stayed silent, and accepted your fate. Half of the world was gonna burn to the ground when this was all over, and you just hoped that your death would be quick. You felt sick when Michael looked at you, something akin to both disgust and pity written all over his face.

Then, the familiar rev of Baby’s engine reached your ears. Your head shot up, seeing the Dean riding the Impala into the graveyard, right in front of Michael and Lucifer.

Dean got out of the car, his eyes immediately flickering over to you in worry, but he pressed forward and marched right up to the two archangels.

“Hey, we need to talk.”

Lucifer scoffed, “Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid.”

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Sam.”

“You’re no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here.”

Dean turned to Michael, his voice filled with sincerity and regret, “Adam, if you’re in there somewhere, I’m so sorry.”

“Adam isn’t home right now.”

Castiel and Bobby arrived, with Cas throwing a can of holy fire at Michael to keep him at bay. This irked Lucifer, who then snapped his fingers. Cas exploded, leaving behind bits and pieces of blood and flesh.

“You know… I tried to be nice, for Sammy’s sake. But you are… such a pain in my ass,” he threw Dean against the windshield of the Impala.. Bobby shot at Lucifer’s back, prompting Lucifer to twist his hand. Bobby’s neck snapped.

Your eyes widened, two of the people you cared about was just murdered by Lucifer, and you’d be damned if you weren’t gonna do something about it. You ran towards Lucifer, trying to get him away from Dean. With a flick of his hand, you were thrown against a nearby tree. The impact was enough to knock you out for a few seconds, your vision falling in and out of darkness.

You laid motionless on top of the pile of dry, dead leaves, unable to do anything but watch. Lucifer got closer to Dean, grabbing him by the legs and then punching him.

“No!” was what you wanted to say, but nothing came out. You could feel a branch poking at the skin of your back.

Lucifer kept punching Dean, over and over until Dean’s face was barely recognizable.

Then something happened.

His fist was still raised in the air, and you could see the internal war raging inside him. His hands shook, and his grip on the collar of Dean’s shirt loosened. There was a glint in his eyes, one that told you whether or not the body you were talking to was Lucifer or Sam. You held your breath, eyes lasered in his face, not sure if the person in front of you was your Sam.

For him, it felt like time had stopped. There was no apocalypse. No Lucifer. No Michael, no nothing.

All he could see was the toy soldier stuck in the Impala’s ashtray. That was enough for him. The sight of the toy, the memories etched into the car, the image of his bloodied brother in front of him who, even then, was still unwilling to fight.

The memories didn’t hit him like an outside force, they came from him, blossomed from a place he forgot about. Locked in a treasure chest he kept in the deepest corners of his soul, where not even the devil could touch it. Clear as day, he relived every single one, and with each memory, the clearing grew wider. He could crawl out and push Lucifer back.

He saw it all: the good, the bad, and the ugly. He remembered sticking that toy in the ash tray, and the stern, drunken scolding that he got from his dad soon after. He remembered him and Dean etching their initials on the car door. He remembered the fireworks. The countless nights of booze and fastfood takeout. Lying down on the hood of the car to watch the stars whenever they were in between cases. All the times Dean saved his ass, yelled at him, laughed with him, and everything in between.

His eyes met yours, and the sight of you broke his heart all over again.

Sam didn’t have much time. This much he knew. He could feel the mind-melting, soul-breaking pain of Lucifer scratching at his walls— no, he was tearing them down, howling to be in control once more. Sam could hear every single scream and whisper that Lucifer was filling his ears with and it was too much. In his gut swelled the familiar hatred that the fallen archangel harbored for humanity, and it wasn’t the boiling hot rage that most people would expect. It was the kind of hatred that flowed through each and every single blood vessel in your body; the kind that only a being as old as the devil could feel. It was quiet, deadly. It was the kind of hatred that consumed you, built up from eons of being locked in a cage like an animal. Lucifer blurred the lines between his anger and Sam’s, and that scared the younger Winchester.

But standing there with you, seeing you as if it was the first time, Sam thought he could bear it, if only a little while longer. Standing there with you made it clear that that hatred couldn’t possibly be his own, because how could he ever hate you? No, Sam Winchester loved you, and it came to him as easy as breathing.

More memories broke through, and this time, they’re of you. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. The sound of your laughter in the early morning. The time you helped him make a girl jealous in 8th grade when it was really just an excuse to be close to you. The time you kissed him when you were as high as a kite after getting your wisdom teeth removed.

If he closed his eyes, he could feel the ghost of your lips on his and pretend that everything was alright. Lucifer would not take this away from him.

Finally, Sam lowered his fist and gasped as his senses were flooded with everything. You could almost sob in relief, if it wasn’t for the fact that it wouldn’t be long until Michael and Lucifer came back with a vengeance, but nothing could ever be worse than what would come next. Sam took several steps back, rummaging through his pocket to retrieve the Four Horsemen’s rings. Your muscles ached as you tried to get back up, but nothing could trump the pain in your chest as you watched Sam slowly back away from Dean.

It’s cruel, probably the cruelest thing that the universe threw at you. You had seconds of clarity, and they were the seconds counting down to the love of your life’s suicide. Sam looked at Dean, and then at you, and you almost wished he didn’t. For a moment, you thought that maybe this was all some one sick, twisted nightmare and that you were gonna wake up any minute now. You blinked, but Dean was still beaten and bloody and Sam still felt so far away. There were tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Even now, he still tried to keep on a brave face for you. It almost made you smile. A tiny part of you hoped that maybe the apocalypse wouldn’t be so bad as long as you went down with him. Almost as if you wanted Lucifer to win just so you could keep Sam in the only way you could. The thought passed as quickly as it came, all while feeling like a knife had been twisted in your stomach.

“It’s gonna be okay, I got him,” he breathed heavily, stepping away from you and Dean even further. “We’re gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

He sounded as if he didn’t really believe himself either.

He pulled out the Horsemen’s rings from his pocket and threw them on the ground, chanting the incantation to open the cage. The ground shook, and before you knew it, a large pit had opened up in the soil. From where you stood, all you could see was a black void, but you knew what it was. It was hell. It was the deepest, darkest, most depraved part of hell and Sam was going in with a one-way ticket.

“Sammy,” your voice broke. He turns his head to look at you again. You didn’t know what to say. Did you want to stop him? Jump into the pit with him? Profess your undying love for him?

None of those options seemed right. The clock was ticking.

Ten.

You could see how scared he was, his hands trembled with the weight of what he was about to do. You wanted to go up to him, hold him, tell him that he was going to be okay, but you couldn’t. It was dangerous, yes, but you knew that if you took even just one step closer to him, you wouldn’t let him go.

Nine.

“I’m sorry,” he called you. “For everything.”

He took another step back. He knew what Lucifer did to you, and it crushed him. It took everything in him to not go to you and protect you the way he wanted to. To beg for your forgiveness.

Eight.

“Sam, please,” you begged, though you weren’t sure what you were begging for. You looked over at Dean, trying to get him to back you up. World be damned, you won’t fucking lose Sam. Dean could only stare back at you, his head hung low in defeat. He was letting go, and he was telling you to do the same.

Seven.

The air seemed to grow heavier, and Sam yelled at you and Dean to stay back. Even though it broke your heart to do so, you did as he asked, scurrying over to Dean’s side to help him get away from Sam. Dean grunted in pain, clutching your hand that was on his chest. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart under your palm.

Six.

Sam called your name, and nothing was more important. You stood up, heart clenched in anticipation.

“I need,” he took a deep breath. “I need you to know.”

Five.

“Need to know what, Sam?” a cry escaped your lungs.

“That it’s always been you,” he smiled sadly, voice barely heard over the chaos. “It was always gonna be you.”

It was odd, the way the heat rushed to your cheeks. The way your own heart beat twice, thrice as fast than it already was. You could almost let the world around you fade away. There was only Sam.

He spoke again, a little louder, a little braver, “You know that, right?”

Four.

“I know,” you tried to stifle your sobs. His admission hung in the air, filling your lungs with everything that was him. He loved you, and you always knew.

“That’s my girl,” he kept smiling, determined to make sure that that was the last thing you saw. He didn’t want you to remember his death. He just wanted you to remember him.

Sam knew why you didn’t say it, and it was for the same reason he did. It was better this way. Saying those three words would set things in stone, and especially now that he was seconds away from his death, he didn’t see the point of hurting you that much more.

Three.

Michael returned, a wave of unseen energy washing over you and Dean at his arrival. His anger distorted Adam’s young face. Panic overtook the anger, however, when he noticed just how close Sam was from jumping off the edge.

Two.

Sam closed his eyes, letting gravity pull him in. Michael screamed, rushing over to stop Sam from falling in. For a split-second, you feared the worst would come to pass. That Michael would save Sam and just resume his world-ending battle with Lucifer.

Sam’s eyes shot open when Michael’s hands tried to get him away from the pit but immediately, his gaze flickered over to you.

You, with the pain of a thousand lifetimes weighing on you, and the cuts and bruises and tears to show for it.

You, with the laughter that pulled him out of every nightmare on the days when his own mind wouldn’t let him rest.

You, with the proud, contagious smile after every hilariously bad joke, all because you wanted to see him smile, too.

His heart was yours, perhaps it had been since the beginning, but Sam knew one thing: this world was better with you in it.

With all the strength he could muster, he grabbed Michael by the lapel of Adam’s jacket, and pulled him into the pit.

Sam was gone.

One.

When the pit closed up and left nothing but the Four Horsemen’s rings behind, you forced yourself to move away from Dean and approach the rings, kneeling by the spot where the pit just was. The world was safe again, though you didn’t know how long that would last. The grass was soft under the palm of your hand, as if there wasn’t a massive doorway to hell there just moments prior. You let yourself cry; to truly pour your heart out for someone who wouldn’t be able to hear it.

You would never have another morning coffee run with him or another all-nighter spent on researching monster lore. No more pop culture debates or stitching up each other’s wounds. You would never make him smile, ruffle his hair, or hold his hand again, nor would you feel him keeping an eye on you while you slept.

Since before you hunted your first monster, Sam had been by your side. Now that you didn’t have him, it felt as though you weren’t a whole person. Like your very soul had been torn apart and its pieces were lost in the wind, never to be complete again.

Castiel returned, seemingly resurrected by none other than God Himself, and immediately helped Dean and Bobby get back up on their feet, all shiny and new. When he walked over to you, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek and heal all your wounds, you moved away. Your face was littered with small cuts from being thrown to the side by Lucifer, and you were sure there would be a massive bruise on your back from the impact.

You still refused to be healed.

“Let it be,” you told Cas quietly. He frowned, hesitant to heed your request, but he obliged anyway.

Seconds. It only took seconds for you to lose everything. You didn’t know what you were feeling; if only there was a word, any word, for you to explain to Dean, Cas, maybe Bobby, the way you felt everything and nothing at the same time.

Truth be told, you were lucky to have only lost one person, but the lingering question in your mind was why did it have to be the person who meant everything to you? There was no answer, and the silence was the worst of it. Sam wasn’t there to tell you that he’s okay, and he won’t be able to ever again. Your injuries ached. You almost welcomed the discomfort, desperate for anything to keep you grounded.

A large hand rested on your shoulder. It was Dean. You shared a look with him, a silent exchange of “I’m sorry” and “I’m here” to each other. In your grief, it was easy to forget that Dean had lost his baby brother, just as you had lost the love of your life. Moments later, Bobby stood beside the two of you. Three people brought together in grief that they weren’t sure they could ever recover from. You knew then and there, that you’d spend the rest of your life picking up the tiny little pieces of your heart, trying to be okay. Because that’s what Sam would’ve wanted.

You would never know so many things. The pain he’d go through. The fact that as he fell into the darkness, white-hot flames burning his flesh, he thought of you. Poked and prodded, stabbed and skinned, broken and put back together just to be broken again. What Sam knew, even if you didn’t, was that he’d make this same choice again and again because he knew you would be okay.

Sam Winchester died, and it came as easy to him as loving you.

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