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b00tyliciousbabe · 5 months

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gingerbread

himbo bf x male reader

summary: spending time with your boyfriend and his family for the holidays. some fluff, lil angst, bad jokes (i apologise in advance), and minimal smut of course.

notes: merry chrysler! hope y’all pretty people are doing amazing. notoriously indecisive in true bootylicious fashion, i settled on one of my fave typa men - gentle giant himbos. think danny wheeler from baby daddy. now, i would never call my men dumb, but always be saying real stupid things. there’s a specific kind of wonder that you can see in their eyes…i’m whipped.

disclaimer: i also tried to keep it as open to as many tastes as possible, so a lot of who he is, you can do create yourself. but i had to make him a bit of a redhead, they too fine.

y’all better gass me because the way i wrote this 3 hours before the end of xmas day, enjoy babies <3

saved in his phone as gingerbread - he’s a ginger, and you get bred xx

you always loved spending time with your boyfriend’s family, almost as much as they loved you. his mother was the first to catch Y/N fever, mostly because you reminded her of herself and it was a relief to know that someone could handle her son’s antics . then it was his brothers, they loved how mellow you made him, as if all of his struggles melted away when you waltzed into his life. they felt like your guardians, wanting to protect you because they knew how much you meant to their baby brother. and his sisters…they’re lowkey your best friends. when you first met, y’all got on so well with one another bonding over fashion, pop culture, and weirdly philosophy.

his dad liked you as a person, believing you were a kind soul, but not the person for his son, because of how different you two were. they were a quiet luxury kinda family, which didn’t necessarily coincide with how connected you were with celebrities. this was until he saw how well you worked together. whilst working on a huge project for the family business, your boyfriend was stressed in the office. you walked in, ready to go on a date after he’d finished. ‘hey baby, you look hot, where you going?’ he’d forgotten, but you never held it against him. you loved to see the cogs turn in his head as he came to a realisation. ‘shit. it’s date night.’ he groaned head in hands. ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, work’s just been so busy, the clients wanted to move the order forward, the contractors needed more data on the financial markets, and…’ you sat down on his desk, holding his chin so you guys exchanged eye contact. ‘babe, it’s all good, i know it’s a really busy time for you.’ you stroked his face reassuringly, a sigh of relief emitted from his lips. ‘i ain’t leaving your side, we’re in this together,’ you said as you went in for a kiss. it was deep and sensual, and if you didn’t stop when you did, you would’ve left that room walking side to side. ‘so, what can i help with?’ you responded, looking at the documents on the desk. he stared up lovingly, ‘i don’t deserve you,’ he admitted ‘too good to me.’ which garnered a little chuckle from you. his dad saw how supportive you were, pulling an all-nighter for the benefit of your man. you were so tired that the two of you spooned on the couch in his office, and slept there. early the next morning, the two of you were met with a breakfast course on the coffee table and your respective starbucks orders. you kissed your bf goodbye, so he could work, and just as you were about to leave, his father stopped you. ‘good morning Y/N, did you enjoy the food?’ he questioned as you entered the elevator together. ‘it was lovely sir, thank you.’ you replied hesitantly. ‘the only thanks due is to you, i appreciate how you’re always there for my son.’ you smiled inside, longing to prove yourself to him. ‘I love him sir, he needs to know that any problem he has, automatically becomes our problem to solve together.’ he knew at that moment, you were the perfect fit.

one of the core memories of your relationship was the weekend in the alps. your boyfriend thought this would’ve been the perfect opportunity to have some alone time with you before the new year. with award season coming up, many celebrities needed to be styled, you legit had no time to see him, it was going to be amazing. you stayed in the chalet his parents owned, but neither of you knew that it’d be an entire sibling getaway. the two of you snuggled under the blankets, drinking hot chocolate, whilst listening to some quiet smooth jazz in the background. revelling in how cozy and warm it was, he was dozing off whilst cuddling and you decided to follow suit, but not before a quick kiss on your bf’s nose - he’s so cute. unfortunately, like most precious things, this didn’t last long. there was a huge clatter at the door, awakening you two. ‘what the fuck are you guys doing here?’ your man blasted at them. ‘oh hey lil bro,’ one of them said as the others made themselves feel at home. ‘we heard you lovebirds were here and wanted to see Y/N again, we missed him.’ they all waved at you. you blushed and immediately got up greet them all with hugs and squeals. ‘omds, i haven’t see you guys in ages, we have so much to catch up on.’ you blurted out in an excited frenzy. your love, on the other hand, didn’t share the same energy. whilst you had walked to his sisters, his brothers playfully punched your bf to cheer up. ‘you idiots, have the worst timing, he said as they got ready to get some wood for the chimney.

it was just you and the girls, as you gossiped about the drama that went down during fashion week as they ate up every word. you mostly had done a lot of listening to their relationship dramas and work lives, as you shared a couple giggles. you has made gingerbread men, as his sisters watched the master at work. ‘Y/N, these are delicious, how are you so good at everything?’ they praised which made you blush. the boys had returned, with your man wincing with pain as his brothers carried him in. ‘the dummy tripped on the snow’ they said snickering as you walked to help him. ‘how many times have i told you to be careful out there?’ you said, concerningly staring at the bruise on his hip. you touched it gently earning a wince from him as he pushed away your hand. ‘sorry babe.’ he stared dead in your eye and looked away, giving you the silent treatment. ‘what do you need?’ he continued airing. ‘i’m gonna get some bandages’ you said, unsure of what you did to hurt him emotionally.

‘the fuck is wrong with you?’ his sisters protested, thumping his head. ‘ow! what do you mean?’ ‘that boy loves you, so much so that he puts up with all of your shit and stupidity.’ they come to your defence. he looks to his brothers for help, but to no avail. ‘dude, I’ll be real, you fucked up.’ one says. ‘he was just trying to help’ another adds. like the youngest, he continues to deflect ‘well, if you guys hadn’t come, i wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and me and Y/N would have been happier. he finally admitted. ‘oh damn.’ their faces became gentler as they circled in on him. ‘I just never get to see him now, with work and everything, and i don’t want him to get used to not seeing me’ he started to get teary but hid it behind a scowl. ‘bro, you are meant to be with Y/N, i see it in your eyes every time he walks into a room, like he’s the only one there.’ your bf smiles at the mere thought of your face. ‘see, he ain’t even here and you’re cheesing so bad rn.’ they all laugh. ‘i don’t know how to tell him, he’s so good at communicating his feelings, i just, i just can’t do it the way he does.’ his heart begins to beat faster. ‘that’s the thing though, he knows you better than you know yourself.’ the eldest brother says ‘there’s nothing that he won’t be able to understand because the two of are so connected.’

you enter with the bandages and medical supplies. ‘here’s a chance to fix that’ his twin sister says as they leave and move to the other side of the mansion, locking the door behind them as they wave you bye for now. you sit beside him on the sofa, placing a hot compress on his bruise. ‘Y/N, we need to talk.’ you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by being stand-offish ‘speak then.’ you say glaring into his eyes that made you melt every time but now. ‘i am so sorry for my rude behaviour, i know you were just tryna help my stubborn ass.’ you continued tending to his wounds, with an apathy rivalled only by the unconditional love you have for him. ‘whatever.’ you muttered. ‘aw, come on baby, don’t be like that.’ he grimaced. ‘like what,’ your voice growing in confidence ‘like someone who, as hard as they try, can never get their boyfriend to fully open up?’ you admitted. ‘you know that’s not the whole story.’ he looks down. ‘mkay’ you say, tired of arguin, he just needed to cool off. he takes a deep breath. ‘Y/N, you know i love you more than anything ’ your boyfriend boldly states, deepening your eye contact. ‘and you know i love you the same, but sometimes love is not enough,’ you struggle to get the words out, getting choked up as you hold his cheek for stability. he turns to kiss you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. he caresses your thigh, as your tongues dance for dominance in the warmth of your mouth. you pulled back. ‘here goes nothing, babe, I’m afraid, afraid of losing you.’ he admitted desperately. ‘we barely ever see each other and I’m scared that it has, um, like, maybe, um’ he failed to articulate his thoughts, angering him further. ‘calm down love, i hear what you’re saying. you’re worried about the possibility of us being comfortable with rarely seeing one another and what that means for us.’ you always knew how to soothe his heart. ‘exactly, you’re just so good at letting me know what we need to do to make this relationship work that I’m clueless at asking for help.’ he smiled earning a chuckle from you. ‘we’re in this together boo, you won’t ever lose me.’ as he sneers into another smooch. ‘fuck.’ he moaned into your mouth as a tent forms in his boxers. ‘your voice always gets me going.’ you looked down and immediately dropped to your knees.

you hadn’t sucked your boyfriend’s cock in what seemed like forever. you pulled his boxers to his ankles as his thick cock sprung up, throbbing in the cool air of the room. you grabbed his pole, gaslighting him into thinking you were going to start at the tip. instead you began to massage his beefy, low-hanging balls in your mouth. ‘Y/N, fuck, that’s where the spunk is stored, not where you drink it from’ he snickered, removing them from your mouth. ‘you’ve got to st-UGHHHH’ you deepthroated with ease, loving how his dumb, naive nature was still translated to your time in the sheets. ‘that’s it baby, good boy’ he praises, looking at the slobber that made his dick glisten. ‘shit.’ he cums without warning, giving you an impromptu facial. ‘sorry darling, i came as soon as i saw you slap my dick on your thick lips.’ your boyfriend helped you to clean up, pushing his hand all over your face and fingering your mouth with his nut.

you moved to undressing, as you straddled your man. ‘i know you wanna pound me into tomorrow, but you can’t,’ gesturing to his bruise. he whined and cooed. ‘however…’ you whispered into his ear, jerking him of with a mix of his cum and your spit ‘imma help my man out tonight.’ as you sank onto his schlong with ease. his hands immediately grabbed your globes, as he licked his lips salaciousy, enjoying your physique. ‘so fucking hot.’ your bf mumbled. you started bouncing on his cock as he slowly rutted in you from beneath, your hole was already sore.

it was gonna be a long night…

@gayaristocrat imma save your fantasy for dacre, that man is 90s fine fr

#gay #smut #bottom male reader #male x male #mlm #male reader #christmas fanfic #male x male fluff #male x male angst

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roses-r-rosie3 · 11 months

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Hey soo angst right?

So Miguel x male reader where they have a fight because of miles and miguel just gets really angry and says and or does something that hurts the reader. The reader isn't a spider person but is still important to tge universe. Because of the fight the reader decides to leave because he does want to deal with miguel anymore, and he dicise to just help miles and all

You can end it with fluff or angst, whatever you want :)

Put It Straight

Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

[Part 2]

Warnings: angst and swearing

Quote: “This is none of your business! So just go home!”

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Y/n was one the few non-spider people working at the spider society. He worked as Miguel’s right hand man because Miguel couldn’t stand leaving y/n alone by himself and because they were dating.

It was a “normal” day in the beginning, but Miguel went off to a meeting, while y/n was on his break. But all of a sudden an alarm went off and everyone got an alert to go after Miles. Y/n knew about the kid, Gwen talked about him all the time. Y/n would occasionally tease her about it.

There were hundreds of different variants of Spider-Man chasing Miles, but one stood out from the rest, Miguel. Miguel seemed ruthless, like he wanted to kill the kid, and y/n was concerned. But what made y/n snap was when Miguel sent Gwen back to her universe.

When Miguel turned around, he saw a fuming y/n.

“Miguel what the fuck was that!” Yelled y/n.

Y/n was one of the only people who could yell at Miguel like that. If anyone else dared to talk to Miguel that way, they were bound to either be dead or in the Er.

“Baby, Not now” Miguel Said.

He was clearly frustrated but didn’t want to yell at y/n.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Not now? You just sent the kid home, where her own father is trying to arrest her! And you see nothing wrong with that!” Y/n yelled.

“Y/n you don’t get it” Miguel said.

“I don’t get it!? First you chased Miles throughout the whole city! And now you sent Gwen home where she could possibly be in danger!” Y/n said.

“He wasn’t supposed to even be here! Because of him, the universe could be destroyed! He found out that his dad was going to die! So he tried to prevent that! He could have destroyed the universe! And for Gwen, she is the whole reason why he is even here to begin with! There! You happy?!” Miguel snapped in anger.

“So you’re saying that he is trying to prevent his dad from dying and you’re trying to stop him?!” Y/n yelled with just as much anger.

“It has happened to all of us! And it’s the consequences of his actions! If he hadn’t followed Gwen then all of this wouldn’t have happened!” Miguel yelled.

“So you’re just going to let the kid’s dad die?! Hasn’t he been through enough, he had to watch his uncle die and now you want him to watch his dad die too?!” Y/n said.

“This is none of your business! So just go home!” Miguel said.

“Weren’t you the one begging for me to come here to work with you? And now it’s none of my business!” Y/n said.

“Y/n- watch who you’re talking to like that, don’t think for one second that I won’t-”

“You won’t what Miguel O’Hara?! I tried, I really tried to understand why you acted like this! I’m sorry, but I’m leaving to go help the kid” Y/n said as he walked away.

“And how exactly do you plan on traveling other universes? You don’t even have a watch!” Miguel said.

“With this” y/n held out a watch while still walking.

Miguel immediately looked at his wrist and noticed that his watch was gone, and started to look y/n and realized y/n took his watch as y/n opened a portal.

“Y/n don’t! You could get killed!” Miguel yelled.

Y/n turned to look back at Miguel one last time with tears in his eyes.

“I love you Miguel” y/n said as he walked inside of the portal.

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[Edit]: I'm considering making a part 2 if there is a lot of demand for it

#male x male #mlm #malexmale #male reader #mxm #gay #swearing #angst #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara #spider man across the spiderverse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse

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thepunkmuppet · 6 months

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hot take but personally I NEED him as a companion.

he should get to kiss ncuti gatwa on the mouth. as a treat

#seriously though he was very fun and silly #plus a pre-dalek kaled as a companion? WHAT hello yes hi I need it right now can you imagine the angst?!!?!#dr who #doctor who #14th doctor #15th doctor #fourteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #mawaan rizwan #mr castavillian #ncuti gatwa #david tennant #yes this is partially fuelled by my desperate need for an mlm 15th doctor / companion pairing but also. tell me you can’t see it #COME ON IT WOULD BE SO GOOD

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malereadermaniac · 5 months

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You're mine - Kyotani x Male Reader

Let's make something clear - you and Kyotani were not in a relationship

At most, you and the blonde are in a situationship

Like yeah late at night the volleyball player would cuddle you after banging you and whisper sweet nothings as the two of you fall asleep

But he made it clear the two of you were NOT dating

It pissed you off frankly

You're willing to give him, and do give him, everything a boyfriend does but he just doesn't want to commit himself to you

So you decided to fuck Kyotani off and get over him

Which lined up perfectly with Iwazumi's party that night

He made sure to text you beforehand, informing you of what time he was getting there and telling you to make SURE you don't arrive at the same time as him

It was almost like Kyotani was embarrassed to be with you?

Which really made no sense since half of the guys you talk to would KILL to be with you

That's what pushed you over the edge, so you decided to message Oikawa

8pm is when Kyotani said he'd be at the party, so you and Oikawa stroll in at 8 30 hand-in-hand

Now, while Oikawa and you had dated before, you both knew that there was absolutley nothing romantic there

He was simply helping out a friend

And if only you could have taken a photo of your situationship's face when he saw you both

Kyotani was obviously pissed off, but he quickly fixed his expression back to a neutral one and went back to talking to his mates

But fucking hell the blonde couldn't take his eyes off of you the whole night

He was burning holes through Oikawa's head and hand, which hadn't left yours the whole night

So far, Kyotani managed to get two words in before Oikawa cut him off

It was really pissing him off

Finally, Oikawa had to go find Iwazumi, leaving you open for Kyotani

But as he was walking up to you, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw some owl-headed cunt come up and talk to you

Kyotani decided to get a beer and hang out with his friends, he didn't want to be seen with you anyway

Right?

That's what he thought at least

But after a little while, he found himself telling his friends he was "going to the 'bathroom'" but he B-lined towards you

But once again, Kyotani stopped dead in his tracks

But this time, a look of anger and jealousy flooded his face

'WHAT THE FUCK!?'

That was all Kyotani was screaming inside of his head while he watched that owl-haired guy from earlier shoving his tongue down your throat

Kyotani felt himself lose control over his body

He came up to the two of you, his expression neutral as he grabbed your wrist in silence

"Kyotani? What the fuck?!" You shout as the blonde drags you away wordlessly

Once the two of you got outside, Kyotani shoved you against a wall, his muscular arms either side of your head

"So you think you can just go and kiss other guys huh? Are you fuckin' other people too? Huh?!" Kyotani berates you with questions, his jealousy becoming more and more evident

Your face consorts into one of disgust

"Who are you to ask? I recall you making it clear that we were nothing more than a quick fuck"

Holy shit you dug deep with that one

"Oh so you are fucking that cunt Bokuto?! I shouldn't be fucking surprised" Kyotani shouts, the other people outside trickling back inside as they hear the blonde volleyballer shout

"...who the fuck are you to talk to me like that? Kyotani, you're lucky I've even given you a second glance"

Fuck you just kept going at him

"Shut up, (y/n)! I'm the fittest guy you've ever seen don't lie to yourself!" Kyotani looks down at you, his fists clenching against the wall as his frown became deeper

"Oh yeah? Bokuto's litterally taller than you..." you say with a neutral face, feigning innocence

Kyotani snaps at that line

"Oh just fuck off!" He shouts

"Then let me go." You say, gesturing with your eyes towards his hands either side of you

Silence

All that could be heard were your breaths, crickets in the forest nearby the house and the wind of the night

Kyotani's eyes looked deep into yours, he was blushing like mad

Probably from the anger he was feeling

But he couldn't deny that lust wasn't also there

So he did what was natural

Kyotani bent down to your mouth and kissed you

So you kissed back

Which turned into a heated makeout session

Which went on and on

And on and on

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #haikyuu x male reader #kyotani kentaro #kyotani x male reader #haikyuu #male reader angst #male reader fluff #mlm

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salnanaa · 1 year

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till we meet again

#my art #shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eruri #digital art #artist on tumblr #art #gay #mlm #angst #levi attack on titan #erwin

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hadesrise · 10 months

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𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. you and miguel were in love... until you weren’t anymore.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x scarlet witch!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. angst, hurt/no comfort, lovers to enemies, violence, foul language, mentions of trauma, minor character death (harry osborn), stupid canon event, hero turned villain trope, joker!scarlet witch!reader, REALLY STUPID CANON EVENT, tiniest fluff

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. we need this after all that sinful miguel fics i wrote 😭 i had that one scene of wanda when pietro died in mind, and couldn’t help but write this.

“I despise you,” You laughed while shaking your head at your husband as he smoothly danced along to the music with no struggle, his gentle hands guiding you. “Such a show off. Aren’t you, mi sol?”

Miguel smirks, “I like impressing you, mi luna.” His heart flutter at the sound of your giggle and he pulls you closer, swaying your bodies, face inches away from yours. He stared into your eyes that twinkled under the dim light, calm and warm, bringing him comfort. You never failed to brighten up no matter what happened, keeping your head up and forcing yourself to move forward when things get tough. Eyes holding kindness, arms always giving love. You’re a bright soul despite how many times the universe wronged you, Miguel never thought of you any less.

You twirl him around, getting the hang of it, and hug him from behind as you rest your chin on his shoulder. It makes Miguel smile, something that he struggled to do ever since you both lost Gabriella.

“I love you, Miguel. Very much.” You pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

Miguel swoons, resting his head against you and putting his hands over yours. “I thought you despise me?” He teasingly asked, looking at you over his shoulder.

A chuckle erupts before you kissed his cheek and Miguel tilts his head, leaning in to capture your lips. “I do, I despise you.” You breathlessly mutter with a loving tone contradicting your words, a smile stretched across your lips. Miguel turns around in your arms and wraps his around your neck as the two of you continued to sway to the music.

Simple days like this made Miguel’s stress melt away. All the burden and responsibilities disappearing into the void by your gentle touches that are more than willing to serve him and make him feel better. You were always good to him. Even after he was distant, harsh, and cold after Gabriella’s death, you never stopped loving him. Never got tired of being there, guiding him, helping him heal while you healed as well. You were grieving greatly too, but put him first before yourself and never gave up on him. He used to think how could you act so fine after losing your daughter? until he caught you break down when Peter told you to hold Mayday to make you feel better. It nearly made him beat the shit out of Peter, but when you whispered, “she’s so warm, peter” he couldn’t do anything. He started making it up to you after that, realizing he wasn’t alone going through the pain.

Despite how much he hurt you and how much of an asshole he was, you still forgave him. Still loved him, muttering “i despise you” with a tone filled in overwhelming love for him like you always did.

“Mi amor, can you show me your magic?” He gently asked, watching your bright eyes travel around before looking down, hesitant.

You were always fearful of your powers. Thinking of them as your flaw and what makes you less than human, but Miguel only thought of them as something that contributed to your perfection. He always tried his best to help you heal from the trauma of those awful experiments. “It’s okay, you won’t hurt me.” Miguel reassured, holding your face.

Doubt lingering in your bright eyes, you nodded and lifted your hand, waving your fingers. Light scarlet mist surrounds them and you softly waved them around to create a small ball of energy. Miguel’s lips parted in awe, staring at your magic with a mesmerized look. It made you feel bubbly with pride, confidence and happiness, the silent encouragement slowly eating away your fear of your own powers.

“Es hermoso, mi luna. Eres hermoso.” He mumbled, intertwining his hand with yours and kissing the back of your hand. You sighed in content, letting your magic disappear as you leaned your forehead against his, relishing his presence.

That was just few days ago, but Miguel feels as if it was already few years as cold sweat dripped down his temples and all blood drained from his face. Eyes wide with horror at the knowledge of what must come sooner or later, what you must go through.

The universe isn’t fair. It never was, even before Gabriella was taken. But why, why did it have to be so fucking cruel?

You already have your powers, why did it have to burden you with radioactive spider?

Getting bit by the radioactive spider from your universe surprisingly worked well despite the complications you went through within the first few days caused by your powers and the spider venom fighting each other in your veins. That was the problem; it shouldn’t have worked well. Your powers should’ve killed the venom in an instant, but it didn’t, and instead it molded together.

Fuckfuckfuck, why did it have to work?

Why didn’t your magic reject it? You’ve already got so many plate on you, and destiny decides to just throw this at you?

Peter worriedly stared at him as Miguel paced back and fourth in HQ, muttering inaudible words under his breath. “Aren’t you going to tell him about the canon event?” The male quietly asked, holding Mayday.

Miguel sighs. If he did, you would try to save that person. The canon event cannot be disrupted or your universe will collapse; he doesn’t want you to go through the same thing he did, but it was necessary so all Spider-person could become the hero they are. He had no other choice, and it made him uneasy.

When Miguel doesn’t answer, Peter steps closer to him with a worried look. “Do you... at least have an idea who it’s gonna be?”

Miguel glances at his friend for a second before nodding dejectedly. “In his universe, there’s no Peter Parker, but there’s Harry Osborn. He’s bestfriends with him.” He informs quietly and rests his hands on his hips, heart heavy.

Horror flashes in Peter’s eyes as it widened, “Oh no.” He gasped, realizing Miguel’s assumption would be correct.

Harry Osborn has died in nearly every universe due to being Peter Parker’s dearest friend, he is the canon event in usual case, which makes the probability that he will be your canon event more high. Eyebrows furrowed in sadness, Peter didn’t know what to say. Neither did Miguel, who stood in the platform with sad eyes watching the footage of you fooling around with Harry that Miguel took.

He knew how much Harry mattered to you. You two were childhood friends who did everything together and helped each other tirelessly. You told Miguel of what Harry did to himself when Hydra kidnapped you — he injected himself with a green serum that caused him to become Green Goblin just so he could find you. The bond shared between you and Harry could never be expressed with words, it was like a platonic soulmate that found each other. You told Miguel how you needed Harry just as much as you needed your husband, because Harry was there for both you and Miguel when Gabriella died, and he also helped you bring your husband back when Miguel lost it.

It’s awful, how Harry’s positively your canon event. Miguel could feel guilt exploding in his chest with tears welling up his eyes; he didn’t want Harry gone, that guy is his bestfriend as much as he is to you. But the risk of a universe collapsing made it difficult to choose him.

The heavy responsibility weigh on Miguel’s shoulders as a tear escaped his eye.

You cannot know.

The loud siren and explosions cause your ears to ring as you gritted your teeth to keep your magic steady and out, hands pushing against the large concrete that almost fell on top of a pregnant woman. It flies across the road when you frustratedly thrusted your hands forward and your magic strengthen due to your frustration. Guiding the pregnant woman to safety while letting her chants of gratitude fall on deaf ears, you quickly escorted her to where the survivors are and ran back to fight.

A giant lizard looking creature causing chaos in your city, you huffed in frustration and leapt up using your magic before shooting your web at the post that fell down to grab it. You concentrated energy on one hand, making a large energy ball before blasting it at the lizard, sending it flying back. You quickly shot your web at the creature and pulled it back as you swing the post, hitting it straight across the face.

“Holy shit, ouch!” You hear Harry hiss jokingly as he floats down using his glider.

Rolling your eyes, you threw the post away and patted the dirt off your hands. “Took you long enough. It was hard rescuing the people all on my own, you know.” You grumbled, and Harry noticed the irritation in your tone.

His brows furrowed while looking around, not seeing the obnoxious blue and red figure who was usually by your side to fight enemies. “No husband today?”

“That’s exactly why I’m irritated,” You grunted out. “I got no time for chitchat, Green Goblin. Would you be a man and help me out here, brother?” You asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer as the lizard regained consciousness and roared. Harry grinned, lowering his goggles and facing the creature. No words needed, you two will fight with each other until the end of the day.

The fight ensues with the lizard being definitely angry at what you did earlier, becoming more aggressive and powerful each time you shared fists. Your spider sense going haywire when the lizard nearly decapitated you with its tail, Harry fortunately being there to pull you back. It was getting difficult to defend yourself with each passing time, the exhaustion weakening your magic as you dodged the lizard’s attack here and there. Harry was struggling as well, flying around in his gliders and throwing razor bats, which only sliced the creature with no further damage.

What felt like hours of battle, a sudden fear consumed you when the lizard managed to take an upperhand by slashing your chest with its claws and slamming you hard on the ground. A pained groan leaves your lips, feeling the fractures of your ribs, but adrenaline gushes through your veins when the lizard’s wide creepy eyes stared at you like a predator. You cursed silently and pushed yourself to leap backwards with your magic. Only a feet became your distance from the creature, the strength in your body dying down as you nearly fell over due to the sudden disappearance of your magic’s support.

A familiar body prevented your fall, catching you with strong arms and helping you straighten up. You looked through heavy eyelids at Miguel, who had a look of concern and... sadness, regret, in his eyes.

“Where have you been...?” You weakly croaked, groaning at the pain in your whole body. Many emotions swirled within you. Happiness, relief, anger, irritation.

Miguel doesn’t answer right away as he stared at you with an odd, apologetic, guilty look. “I’m sorry...” He quietly muttered.

You frowned in confusion, but quickly turned to the sound of grunts and saw Harry back on his feet fighting the lizard with all his might again. Pushing yourself away from Miguel, you moved only to be tugged behind by your husband. You looked at him with weariness and panic, “What are you doing!? We have to help him, Miguel, let me go—”

“We can’t,” He shakes his head, gripping your arm.

“What?” Disbelief coated your tone, “We fucking have to!” You tried fighting it off, but his grip seems to tighten more until you had to completely struggle against him. “What the fuck— MIGUEL! LET ME FUCKING GO! HARRY, STOP!” You yelled, heart jackhammering. Your strength seem to suddenly come out again as Miguel struggles to hold you back, wrapping his arms around your torso.

You desperately fight him off when you saw Harry getting knocked to the ground with the lizard towering over him, screams and yells spilling past your lips.

Your breath hitched when the lizard’s claws pierce right into Harry’s chest. Tears spill from your wide eyes, chest exploding in fear and devastation as you can’t do anything but watch the cruel creature lift Harry up, snarling at him. Your world crumbles down beneath your feet. Blood splatters from Harry’s lips as he weakly looks at you with tears in his eyes.

I love you. He mouthed, a faintest smile on his lips, before going limp.

You only saw red.

A sudden surge of power explodes from your body as a heart-wrenching scream escapes your throat, sending Miguel away and destroying everything around you. You fell to your knees, cry of anguish leaving your throat. A mix of anger, grief, sadness filled your chest, rollercoaster of emotions, before an overwhelming rage takes over your body. Eyes glowing deep red, you clenched your jaw and focused your rage on your hands, scrambling up as you harshly shot it at the creature, who flied back at the sheer power of your magic.

You quickly wrapped Harry’s body in deep scarlet mist to set him down on the ground gently. The creature emerged again with a piercing roar, eyes set on you as it ran towards you on all fours. With enraged growl erupting from your throat, you swiftly grabbed Harry’s glider just as the lizard jumped on you, jamming the glider’s blades on its chest. Its shriek leaves your ears hurting, but you slammed it down on the ground, digging the blades into its body. You pull the blades out, not wanting it to die yet as you wrapped a tight rope of magic around its neck with one hand, strangling it.

You made sure to look into the lizard’s eyes, a deep scarlet mist surrounds your other hand. The blood red of your own eyes striking fear within him, before you twisted your hand and snapped its neck in one swift motion. Miguel watched from the distance with wide eyes, the murderous look on your face causing goosebumps to appear on his skin and uneasiness surround his chest.

Breathing heavily, the blood red from your eyes disappear as you remember Harry, rushing over to him and lifting his upper body. Your lips quiver, holding him in your arms. You feel like your heart had been ripped out from your chest, the void of emptiness sucking off your emotions and the pain too much that you feel numb. A part of you seems to die as Harry laid there lifeless and unmoving, somehow peacefully despite the circumstances of how death welcomed him.

Red and blue feet enters your vision, the quiet voice of your husband calling your name reaching your ears. You used to love that sound. It used to make your heart skip a beat and get wrapped in loving warmth. But a mere voice could no longer bring it back alive, especially when it belongs to someone who cruelly held you down while Harry stared death in the eye.

“......Did you know?” Miguel flinched at the flat tone of your voice, dread filling him as you refused to look up. When he didn’t answer, you finally looked up, sending chills up Miguel’s spine at the lack of brightness in your eyes. Void of any emotion, lifelessness replaced the light that used to inhabit them. “Did, you, know? O’Hara? That it was going to happen?” You asked again with a low, almost threatening voice.

He felt unsettled by your wide emotionless eyes, lump forming in his throat. Hands trembling by his sides as he licked his lips, Miguel was unable to meet your quiet rageful eyes. “.....Yes,” Miguel defeatedly answered.

As soon as you heard his answer, your face dropped. The atmosphere immediately changes, Miguel suddenly feeling cold and blood draining from his face as fear bubbled within him. Something in you had snapped, he could feel it. It made him panic as he steps forward, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m— I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, mi luna. It was supposed to happen. I can’t— I didn’t want it to happen, but it had to. If— If you had stopped it, your—”

“What the fuck do you mean it was supposed to happen?”You snarled, cutting off his pathetically frantic apologies. He was taken aback by the look of pure hatred in your face. “Harry’s our fucking best friend, Miguel. He was my brother, my soul. He dies and a part of me will die, you knew that, you piece of fucking shit.”

The way you spat those words out dig a hole into Miguel’s heart as tears blurred his vision, frantically shaking his head with series of no’s spilling from his lips. “N-no, nonono, you don’t understand,” His voice shakes. “It—It had to happen, please. Please, hear me out. Let me—let me explain, please, mi amor.” Miguel attempted to reach out to you, but his heart shatters when you jerk away from him in disgust.

“Explain?” You scoffed, “You forced me to watch my best friend die and you want to fucking explain? Get the fuck away from me!” You were already seething in rage yet the strange calmness in your demeanor scared Miguel even more as you scrambled up while carrying Harry’s body, away from him.

“No! No, no, please, I’m sorry—” He chokes between sobs, tears running down his face. “P-por favor, mi luna, lo siento— I—I had to, I had to do it, please. Perdóname, lo siento, lo siento....” His legs grow weak beneath him and he falls to his knees, begging you desperately and shaking his head.

You swallowed hard, tears brimming in your eyes, but not from sadness or grief. It was from anger, rage, your eyes seeing red again as your blood boiled. Just who the fuck is this man standing — kneeling before you? Rageful thunderstorms rumbled, rainfall washing away the love and peace in your heart, vengeance filling your veins bits by bits. The man you fell in love with was not as cruel and monstrous as this man before you. The man you fell in love with understood how Harry’s life literally kept you together, the only thing that kept you away from insanity. The man you fell in love with would never hurt you like this.

And then, the rageful thunderstorms suddenly quiet down as your mind came up with one single thought; this was not your Miguel O’Hara.

This is no longer the man you married — this is the man who killed your best friend, who made you watch as the lizard pierced its claws through Harry’s chest, who took everything from you.

Miguel sees you look down, your shoulders shaking. Just when another apology was about to leave him, a low chuckle erupts from your chest, coming off as a rumble due to your closed mouth, but it slowly got louder and turned into a full blown laughter until your mouth was wide open in a grin. Sweat drips down Miguel’s temple, his heart beating incredibly fast. Your laugh was gleeful, which shot eeriness within Miguel due to how out of place it was, but it was also sinister — like the screws in your head twisted loose.

Insanity filled every bit of your laughter before it slowly died down, but the big unsettling grin stays on your face. “Ohhh, what a funny joke you repeat! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You mocked before bursting into laughter again, all throat.

Miguel didn’t realize he was holding his breath. Unable to move or shed another tear from shock, his face pale at the pure display of insanity on his husband. His whole body was trembling now.

You adjusted Harry’s body in your arms with a big grin, few chuckles leaving your lips. “It’s okay, I could still dance around with Harry.” Miguel’s blood ran cold at your words. Then, your grin suddenly drops as you make eye contact with him. “But it still doesn’t change the fact you took everything from me and ripped my heart out.”

Miguel shakes his head, weakly trying to bring you back to him. “No, no, please. Mi amor, mi luna... I love you, please, don’t do this...”

“Oh, you poor thing,” You mockingly clicked your tongue a few times. Carrying Harry’s body over your shoulder, you stepped closer to Miguel and caressed his cheek with the back of your hand. You were cold. Impossibly cold. He can’t feel your warmth anymore as you looked at him in pity, the brightness that he adored no longer existing in your eyes that now flickers with insanity.

“You may love me, but I despise you, Miguel.” His heart drops at the cruel sincerity in your words, your lips curled up into a twisted grin. “And just like you made me watch my best friend die, I’ll make you watch as I burn the multiverse to the ground.” Your eyes flashes a dark red, the words you lowly spat strangling Miguel like a curse as well as promise.

Without uttering another word, you flicked your wrist and created a portal before disappearing with your curse spreading through Miguel, leaving your insane sinister laugh echoing in the air.

Tears spilled from Miguel’s eyes as devastation settled within his guts.

You totally lost it, and it’s all because of him.

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pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh · 5 months

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The Black Guy Law

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝐸𝑙𝑖 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝑜𝑐 (𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑑𝑎𝑑)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; 𝐸𝑙𝑖 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 (𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛)

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑦. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑡𝑐. 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒...

The time was around 3 in the afternoon, an hour of anticipation for teachers, parents -whichever ones bothered to show up to pick up their children anyways and didn't send their chauffers instead- and students alike, all waiting expectantly for that almost euphoric ring of the bell.

Outside the Gotham Academy's grounds, somewhere amongst the awaiting crowd of adults, there was Eli Wayne, smoothily leaning against a wall, absentmindedly conversing with some of the other parents, occasionally taking short drags from the lit cigarette resting between his fingers.

Eli was usually the one that went to pick up his kids from school. With Bruce being busy with his business work and Alfred busying himself around the house, he had offered to take over miscellaneous tasks. The man was a stay at home dad of shorts, not feeling the need to work, his husband's fortune being more than enough to provide for their family.

Soon enough the familiar ringing sounded through the halls and the outside areas of the school and was followed by shuffling and a mixture of a plethora of young children's shouts and laughter as they rushed to their respective caretakers.

"BABA!"

"BA!"

Eli heard a couple childish shrieks through the crowd, coming from behind him, a fond grin subconscious overtaking his features. The man put out his cigarette, before turning at the direction of the frantic light footsteps and kneeled down, arms wide open.

Soon enough, the small bodies of his 8 and 6 year-old sons, Dick and Jason, collided with his chest, small arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace.

"Hey, boys. How was your day at school?"

After letting them say their goodbyes to their friends, Eli took his sons' hands, starting their usual walk back home. His youngest was bouncing around blubbering endlessly about his day, while Dick was excitedly butting in to talk about his experience as well, skipping on his steps like his brother. Eli was humming along, enjoying his time with his sons.

So far everything seemed like any other day. That was until Eli caught something seemingly incospicuous out of his peripherals. A police car pulled up behind them, as they walked in the sidewalk.

Dick noticed the sudden change on his father's posture and stared up at him in confusion.

"What's wrong, baba?" the 8-year old asked, only receiving a slightly tighter grip from his father in response.

"Hey!" a voice boomed from behind the three, gaining their attention. Eli glanced over his shoulder at the men getting out of the vehicle, but decided to pay them no mind, unconsciously gripping his childrens' hands a bit tighter, feeling uneasy.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Eli softly tensed his shoulders, turning to face the two policemen rushing behind him obviously on edge. Eli frowned, glancing down at his children who looked back at him in confusion.

He knew what was coming. He knew exactly the situation that was unfolding before his own eyes, yet he dreaded it with his whole being.

Not in front of the kids.

Bruce and him had tried their best to keep their boys protected from the brutality of the world, of Gotham. Unfortunately, coming in contact with the reality was inevitable. They just wished it wasn't so early.

"Is there a problem, officers?" Eli tried to keep his calm, glancing between the two men opposite of him, as the kids moved a tiny bit closer to him, sending the hostility of the policemen.

"Where'd you get these kids?"

The man almost flinched at the bluntness, immediately getting frustrated at the situation. Here we go, he thought.

"They're mine, sir." growled the father under his breath in distaste, before glaring sharply at them.

"Do you have any paperwork to prove it?" the second man grumbled in disbelief, obviously staring between him and his noticeably light-skinned sons.

Eli was fuming by that point. He almost wanted to laugh by the ridiculousness of the situation and most importantly at how unlucky he was to even encounter those morons. He decided against it, instead he responded with sarcasm.

"No, I don't happen to carry the legal paperwork of my sons' adoptions on me. Now if you excuse us we have to go home."

Eli went to turn around and leave, both Dick and Jason, scurrying along, now visibly upset by the atmosphere. However, not even taking a step they heard a frantic movement and a loud click sound, before a booming voice called after them.

"Don't you take another step, buddy!" Eli immediately froze, holding his breath in shock.

Jason, not knowing any better, turned to look at the two men, his eyes immediately filling with tears of fear, as he spotted the guns in their hands. Even at his age, the boy was fully aware of how dangerous they were, and fearing for his ba, he immediately hugged his father's leg.

"Let the kids go."

The father's heart was pounding in his chest. Not because of him being in gunpoint, but for his kids' wellbeing. He could feel the terror radiating from their small figures. That exact feeling was confirmed because as soon as Eli hesitantly let his grip on them loose, they both latched on each of his side tightly, as they tried to keep their cries quiet.

By that point, they were all downright terrified.

"Come here, boys." one of the men demanded, his gun still aimed at the back of their father. Seeing their hesitation only infuriated him more, as he barked louder at them. "Come over right now!"

Eli hung his head low, glancing at his children with a heavy heart and whispered at them, his voice breaking softly. "Go, boys. Baba's gonna be just fine."

Two pairs of teary eyes met his gaze.

"But, baba-" sobbed his eldest in protest, as Eli shook his head.

"Go."

Jason glanced at Dick, as their gazes met, and they both slowly let go of their father, immediately grabbing each other's hand in dread, as they dragged themselves to the scary men.

Once the kids were on their side, the two white men placed all their focus on the adult across them.

"Turn around slowly with your hands raised in the air."

Eli did so, now having a full view of the other four.

"Look, man, I'm sure you know Bruce Wayne. These are his kids-"

"Oh, so you kidnapped Mr. Wayne's sons, huh?"

"What?! No, I-"

"You are under arrest for the kidnapping of minors." declared the first man, quickly pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and approaching Eli

"Hey, hold on-" exclaimed Eli startled, hearing his sons' cries in the background.

Without anybody noticing, the second cop, who still had his gun pointed at the man just in case, had become a bit uneasy, seeing the children's reactions from up close, finding odd how the boys could react to the arrest of their captor in such manner.

"Ron, maybe we should-" tried the second cop, but was cut off by his elder, who slammed the other man on the hood of their car with force making him groan, feeling his nose start bleeding heavily by the contact, as his arms were firmly pulled behind his back.

"Get the kids in the car now." grunted Ron, as Eli struggled under him.

"Hey! Get your hands away from my kids!" hollered Eli, eyes flaring with outrage, as he pushed and kicked back at the officer behind him.

And, suddenly, it was as if time froze.

There was so much noise, all at once.

High-pitched shrieks and sobs, an electric buzz and a scream.

Yet all Eli could hear now was the ringing in his ears, as he felt his muscles spasm as an effect of the taser firmly pressed against his lower back. And, just as suddenly, all he could see was black as he collapsed on his attacker's grip.

The boys cried endlessly screaming for their father at the top of their lungs, being actively held back by the second cop. Soon more police cars arrived at the scene.

Rushing towards the five, two other men pulled the now unconscious man's body into another police vehicle, away from the children, who continued to forcefully struggle against the cop's hold, were softly placed into the first police car, being taken to the GCPD.

Bruce Wayne was on his office at the manor, swallowed in his work, blissfully unaware of his beloved husband's and children's state. He was reading one of the legal documents he had recently been given for approval, when he received a phone call -not on his business phone- but on his personal one.

Bruce checked the room's clock. They were late. He knew because the kids hadn't burst into his office yet to greet him after arriving home, Eli following in tow, giving him a short peck before gathering the kids in his hands and leaving him continue his work. So, he assumed the caller would had been his husband calling to inform him of a reason why they were late.

And in a way he was right. He just couldn't have guessed what had happened.

Picking up his phone, he answered the phone without bothering to see the number.

"Hello?" answered Bruce, immediately noticing the intense amount of background noise from the other side of the call.

"Daddy?" Bruce froze, his heart coming to a halt, as he pulled his full attention to the phone call, hearing his youngest sniff and hiccup from obvious crying. He immediately panicked a million scenarios rushing into his head.

Why was his 8-year-old son on the phone with him crying? Where was-?

"Dick, son, what happened? Are you and Jay okay?" Bruce rambled at the phone, sitting up on his desk chair, as he received a tiny muffled hum in response. "Where's baba?"

"The big bad men took him!" he heard his Jason shriek, which caused him to immediately stand up and rush to leave the Manor.

"Who took baba boys?"

"The police, daddy." Bruce almost tripped over as his whole body froze eyes wide in realization of the severity of the situation. Something had happened and he was sure as hell his husband wasn't the one that provoked the police. "They brought us here and took baba away."

"How was baba when they took him away?"

That caught Alfred's attention who, with furrowed eyebrows poked his head from around the hallway he was dusting, concerned.

"Ba was screaming and then he fell asleep." Jay announced innocently yet with a noticeable discomfort in his voice.

Jason didn't quite grasp the reality of this situation, he was merely 6 years old after all, yet he knew the bad men did something bat at Eli that made him cry and fall asleep and then took him away. He knew they were bad, but he knew his dad would come save them like he always did.

Dick was quite aware that his baba was getting hurt for something he didn't do. They didn't believe him when he told them they were his sons and punished him under an assumption. It was scary because it didn't seem fair. And now Dick didn't let go of his brother's hand in fear of them taking Jason too.

"Boys, I'm coming to take you and baba home. Don't talk to any of those people until I get there, you hear me?" Bruce rushed out to a car, spotting Alfred following behind him.

"Okay, daddy." he heard from the other line, before they hung up the phone and Bruce stepped on the gas.

By the time they arrived at the station, both adults were fuming, dragging themselves through the doors enraged.

"Mister Wayne, he-" squeaked the receptionist startled, as the man passed right by her not paying any attention to her, Alfred staying behind to ask for the men who had made the arrest.

As he walked into the main area of the establishment, he spotted his sons sitting by a policeman's office silently. They both spotted him in a matter of seconds and rushed into his embrace as he picked them both up in ease, holding each other tightly as they cried.

"Are you both okay?" Bruce mumbled under his breath, still holding onto them protectively as he scanned them for any possible collateral injuries, breathing in relief as he found none.

The man stood up noticing Alfred approaching them with a few officers by his side, the kids immediately hugging him as well, as he softly took both their backpacks that were still place on their backs. Bruce felt his rage coming undone, as he was faced with the men that were obviously responsible for this travesty.

"Are you responsible for all this?" he heaved dangerously, as the first policeman, Ron, grinned proudly -yet oh so obliviously- at his accomplishment of rescuing the kids of one of the most powerful men in the country.

"Yes, sir. I'm glad I could do my job and bring your sons back to you safe and unharmed."

Something in Bruce snapped. The smugness, the audacity.

"Get me your superior now!" Bruce shouted, causing the whole room to freeze, chills running down every present person's back.

In just a few moments, a uniformed man around his age came out of his office and approached the situation.

"Mister Wayne. I was informed of your children's kidnapping and I-"

"They were not kidnapped!" Bruce exclaimed with a crazed look in his eyes. "That's my husband for f*ck's sake!"

"Husband?" gasped the second cop, starting to feel cold sweat running over his face, a wide-eyed expression matching his partner's.

"Now wait a sec-" tried Ron, being cut by the booming voice of Bruce.

"Don't you tell me anything and get him out right now!"

The police chief nodded disheaveldy at some of his men to grab the man they previously thought -or better off assumed- to be a criminal.

Minutes later, while Bruce was calling his lawyers, Eli was practically dragged out of his cell, him barely able to walk by his muscles being strained by the electrocution. His face was covered in sweat, tears and a trail of unwiped blood coming from his nostrils, indicating just how poorly he had been treated there.

The boys burst into tears once again as they ran to their other father, slamming into him as he took staggered towards them, exhausted yet beyond relieved to be reunited with his untouched sons.

"Oh, thank god." the man cried in desperation, hugging his sons as tight as possible, close to his chest, breathing heavily.

"Mister Wayne we are so-" hurried the superior, looking startled at the misunderstanding.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves." Alfred cut in, a deep frown itched on his face, frustration evident in his eyes.

"You'll be speaking with my lawyers." grumbled Bruce as they all stormed off the department, Eli with the help of Alfred, piling into the car, the older man driving while the rest sat in the spacious back seat embracing each other in relief. This was supposed to be another normal calm day. But then again when did things go their way.

Bruce and Eli were now layed on their bed sleeping away the pain and exhaustion, their sons huddled between them cozily. They would soon have to have a talk with their boys, give answers to their innocent questions such as 'why did they think ba stole us?' but for now they all stayed cuddled, finally at peace.

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beansprean · 2 years

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I just know their first kiss is gonna be a disaster and this dialogue would not leave my head!!!

Nandor's brain: the best solution here is to pretend this never happened forever until we both die. (proceeds to bat out of any room Guillermo enters for the next three episodes)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Waist up of Guillermo and Nandor in profile on a mottled brown background splashed with colorful lights. Nandor has thrown himself forward, one hand gripping Guillermo's cheek, to smash a desperate kiss against his mouth. Guillermo's eyes are wide with shock, cheeks red, his hand flying up to hover between them, body rocking back from the weight of Nandor's approach.

2. Guillermo closes his eyes and leans in, kissing back with an equally blissed expression and gripping Nandor's arm with his hand. Nandor relaxes into the contact, gentling the kiss and stroking his thumb on Guillermo's cheek. His far hand comes up, shaking, to grip at the back of Guillermo's neck.

3. The hand Guillermo has on Nandor's arm pushes him back suddenly, breaking the kiss, his other hand flying up to press a fist against his mouth in shock. His expression is panicked and embarrassed. Nandor's eyes fly open, his now-empty hands frozen and lips still pursed from the kiss.

4. Guillermo turns toward the viewer, shoulders hunched and clearly overcome. He ducks his head and presses his thumb and forefinger into his eyes, holding the other up in a 'stop' gesture towards Nandor. Nandor stays where he is with an uncomfortable expression, hands twiddling together anxiously l. He leans forward cautiously and says, "Guillermo, I... I did not mean... I mean, I did not plan..."

5. Zoom in at the same angle as Guillermo lifts his head from his hand, face creased in anger. His eyes snap over to Nandor and he says, "You couldn't think of a better time to do that than a month into your marriage, when my boyfriend is on his way here??" Nandor reels back with wide eyes, worried expression flying away in favor of shock.

6. Wide shot as Guillermo turns his back on Nandor, now facing the viewer at a new angle. In the background, Nandor plants his feet with an outraged expression, hands in fists at his sides, and splutters, "A bett-! Don't presume I am doing so much thinking about kissing you! Fucking guy..." Guillermo throws his hands up in frustration, letting out a loud "Ugh!"

7. Close up on Guillermo as he spins around to face Nandor, hands forming frustrated claws at shoulder height and expression desperate and upset. He shouts, "I'm happy! I'm happy with Freddie, okay??"

8. Close up on Nandor, lip curled and brow furrowed in confusion, looking hurt and defensive. Guillermo continues, "And I'm done sitting around and waiting for you to decide how you feel about me!"

9. Shoulders up view in profile. Nandor leans forward to bring his face close to Guillermo's, baring his fangs as he snarls back, "I have decided!" Guillermo gives the same energy back, drawing himself up as tall as he can to bring himself nose to nose with Nandor and yelling, "Oh yeah?? ¡Vale verga!" (In English: That's dick to me, I don't give a fuck, etc)

10. Repeat of panel 9, slight zoom out as Guillermo and Nandor stand glaring at each other nose to nose. Nandor is frowning deeply and Guillermo's mouth is pursed, chest puffed out in rage. Offscreen, the doorbell rings loudly, the text "ding-dong" filling the dead space in the panel.

11. Repeat of panel 10, both men now deflated. Guillermo settles back on his heels, shoulders relaxing, his stony gaze dropping to somewhere around Nandor's chest. Nandor straightens up, glancing away from Guillermo as his expression changes from rage to sorrow. Guillermo states to Nandor's tunic, "...That would be Freddie." /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #freddermo #what we do in the shadows fx #what we do in the shadows #my art #fanart #image described #angst

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yeriyes · 8 months

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Sejanus kept that picture in his box next to Ma's gifts.

Coryo his beloved friend.

#hunger games #suzanne collins #the hunger games #tbosas #thg #coriolanus snow #catching fire #mockingjay #sejanus deserved better #sejanus plinth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas spoilers #ma plinth #mlm #district 12 #the hunger games series #angst

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oceanwithouthermoon · 2 months

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i hate when i get excited about someone posting about saiki k and then its just someone who only watched the first season and refuses to watch past that</333

#i dont actually care if u do this obviously but omfg they always act like theyre in the fandom-#but know absolutely nothing about saiki k and refuse to learn menakenrnsnns #'hehe saiki k is so silly and has no angst' '*sees saikechi* why r u shipping saiki with his brother....' RAHHHHHHHH #hits u with a truck #i SWEAR its the same people that go 'um🤓☝️that character is NOT gay so this is disgusting' on every mlm ship post #not even exclusive to saiki k #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #meows post

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1pcii · 5 months

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my fave alabasta shipping dynamics is pre-established zolu playing matchmaker (how successful they are? eehhhh) for pining namivivi

#this is 100% a flip on that one fanfic script of 'pre-established background lesbian pairing playing matchmaker to the main #'disaster gays' mlm pairing'. that so commonly clogs up the wlw pairings ship tags (<- has experienced the horrors of homestuck ao3)#but also I do think it fits the respective ship dynamics better because zolu is SUCH a comfortable QPR/bfs pairing while namivivi are a #dramatic. angst filled star crossed lovers/'in love and war'. bittersweet pairing #also the potential zoro and nami dynamic aaaa #I love those two so much. he would be SOO annoying about her predicament and she would rack up his dept SOOO much XP #psii.txt #text #god I wish I could write fanfic sometimes #not that I'm expecting anyone to. but if you want 👁️👁️. if you WANT 👀#this is open for anyone to pick up and do what you wish just PLEASEEEE tag me. please 🙏#namivivi #zolu #<- also in character for me to crosstag the side pairing to clog up the tag btw. its for the bit ok m sorry XP

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roses-r-rosie3 · 11 months

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Dancing With Your Ghost: Unexpected Reunion

Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

(Btw credits to whoever drew that spider-man character)

Warnings: angst, spoilers for SpiderMan: Across the Spider-verse, and memory loss-ish

Summary: Miguel was in love with his version of y/n from his universe but that y/n dies bc that’s his cannon, and he meets an alternate version of y/n who is the Spider-Man of his universe, but isn’t in love with Miguel

Quote: “I'm sorry, but you're not ringing any bells"

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Miguel is what some people what call “cold hearted” but he wasn’t always like this. He was happy once. He was in love with y/n l/n. He loved y/n so much. But because he was a Spider-Man, y/n died. He died when that universes’s goblin blew up a building, while y/n was inside of it. It hurts Miguel to think about it. The way he held y/n in his arms while he begged for y/n to stay with him. But Miguel couldn’t undo the inevitable, and y/n died in his arms while he cried for hours.

"Miguel" Jess said, snapping Miguel out of his thoughts.

"Are you okay?" she said.

"Yeah, yeah, just a little tired, what did you want to talk to me about?" Miguel said.

"I found a case where an alternate version of the goblin from another universe got transported to another universe, and is now having a tantrum"

Miguel's blood ran cold at the mention of 'The goblin', the bastard took one of the only people making him happy away from him.

"I know you have some issues with the goblin, but you need to remember that he isn't our goblin-"

"Yeah, whatever let's go" Miguel said, completely ignoring what Jess had to say.

skip to when Miguel is fighting the goblin b/c i'm lazy af

Miguel spent what felt like hours trying to land a single punch on the goblin, each attempt getting him more riled up. All of a sudden another spider-man swooped in and kicked the goblin in the face dead-on.

"I'll take it from here" The masked hero said cockily.

That voice... it sounded familiar, but Miguel couldn't quite put his finger on it. But Miguel had no time to play the guessing game, so he immediately swung over to help fight the goblin.

When Miguel finally caught up to the other spider-man, the goblin had already been defeated.

"How-"

"it's easy when you're as good as me" said the cocky super-hero, as he cut off Miguel.

"Oh great another narcissistic one" Miguel said as he rolled his eye under his mask.

"I wouldn't call it narcissistic, more like- wait- what do you mean another- oh whatever, who are you and what are you doing here" said that universe's spider-man.

skip to Miguel explaining the whole spider organization

"Does you telling me this mean that I'm apart of this organization now, or are you gonna pull a 'men in black' and erase this from my memory?"

"Yes, you can join" Miguel said in annoyance as he opened the portal.

"Holy shit, very cool.." The masked hero said before walking inside of it.

"Hey, scary boss guy, can i take off my mask, that portal thing is making me feel sick" said the hero.

"Yes" Miguel said as he turned to see what the cocky hero looked like under his mask.

When the spider-man unmasked himself, he was revealed to be y/n.

Miguel couldn't speak, his once dead lover was in front of him.

"Oh I didn't tell you my name did I? My name's-"

"Y/n" Miguel cut him off.

"How did you-"

Y/n was cut off by Miguel hugging the life out of him.

"I missed you so much" Miguel croaked.

"Woah, woah dude I don't even know you" y/n said pulling Miguel away.

Miguel took off his mask, hoping that universe's y/n would notice him.

"I'm sorry, but you're not ringing any bells" y/n said.

"Y/n please, we have to at least been acquainted in your universe" Miguel said with tears in his eyes.

"Uh- you're starting to creep me out" y/n said

"Oh, uh, sorry about him, you just look like someone he used to know" Jess interrupted

"Okay then..." y/n said as he walked past them to explore the place.

"Listen Miguel, I know you loved y/n and he loved you, but that's a different y/n, I don't want to sound harsh, but he probably didn't know you until now, okay? Just know that our y/n loved you." Jess said as the other y/n was out of eye-sight.

Miguel just broke down. The fact that, that y/n will probably never love him like his y/n, He felt like he was re-living the grief he felt when y/n died in his arms.

#male x male #mlm #malexmale #male reader #mxm #gay #spider man across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x male reader #swearing #angst #Spotify

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