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jobresulttoday · 1 month
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চাকরির খবর: আপনারা যারা চাকরির প্রস্তুতি নিচ্ছেন। তারা হয়তবা ভালো করে জানবেন যে প্রতি শুক্রবারে ”সাপ্তাহিক চাকরির খবর পত্রিকা” প্রকাশিত হয়। Read More…
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jobscirculars · 1 year
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Bangladesh Police Job Circular 2023
Bangladesh Police Job Circular 2023
Bangladesh Police Job Circular 2023 Are you Searching for Police Job Circular 2023 If you ‘want,’ you have come to the right place. Because Today published a new Police Job Circular by the authority of Bangladesh Police. Undoubtedly, Bangladesh Police Job Circular 2023 is excellent news for Bangladesh’s unemployed people. We have shared Police Job Circular 2023 all of the things such as the…
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marilynngmesalo · 1 year
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Bangladesh Police Sergeant Job Circular 2022 | পুলিশের সার্জেন্ট পদে চাক...
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dailyresultbd · 2 years
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Dhaka Metropolitan Police Job Circular Result 2022 ঢাকা মেট্রোপলিটন পুলিশ নিয়োগ বিজ্ঞপ্তি
Dhaka Metropolitan Police Job Circular Result 2022 ঢাকা মেট্রোপলিটন পুলিশ নিয়োগ বিজ্ঞপ্তি
Dhaka Metropolitan Police Job Circular Result 2022 ঢাকা মেট্রোপলিটন পুলিশ নিয়োগ বিজ্ঞপ্তি According to the circular, the examination will be conducted by Bangladesh Police next year. The officials will be recruited on the basis of their qualifications and experience. It is responsible for providing law enforcement services to the city of Dhaka and its surrounding areas. The DMP also has…
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allresultnotice · 2 years
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Bangladesh Police Constable Job Circular 2022 বাংলাদেশ পুলিশ জব সার্কুলার
Bangladesh Police Constable Job Circular 2022 বাংলাদেশ পুলিশ জব সার্কুলার
Bangladesh Police Constable Job Circular 2022 বাংলাদেশ পুলিশ জব সার্কুলার.Bangladesh Police (BP) is always looking for enhancing its capacity and reputation by recruiting motivated, disciplined, and educated police personnel. Therefore; BP warmly welcomes enthusiastic, tenacious, and tough people to join the police and start serving and protecting the community, with the responsibility of…
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banglajobnews · 2 years
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Bangladesh reilway job circular 2022
Bangladesh reilway job circular 2022
Reilway-Getman-job-circular-2022 bangladesh railway job circular  সাম্প্রতি বাংলাদেশ রেলওয়ে এর অধিনে একটি সার্কুলার প্রকাশিত হয়েছে । যেখানে গেইটম্যান পোষ্ট এ মোট ৬৮৪ টি লোক নিয়োগ করা হয়েছে।  এটি মুলতো পাবনা ও লালমুনির হাট জেলা ব্যাতিত সকল জেলার মানুষ আবেদন করতে পারবে । এছাড়াও প্রতিবন্ধি, মুক্তিযোদ্ধ, রেলওয়ে কোটা রয়েছে। গেইটম্যান পোষ্ট শেষ সময় আগামী ১৮ জলাই  bangladesh railway job circular আবেদন…
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Seafoam on the shore
Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader
Word count: 2.8k
Tags: Use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW drinking, CW food mentions, TW injury.
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You run as fast as you can, your feet flying off the muddy uneven streets. Huffing while a local copper yells at you to stop, his yells get more exhausted every second he chases after you. So far he isn't even near you, one of the few benefits of staying at a provincial fishing town is that the police are either too out of shape to catch you, their bellies round, definitely full of ale. Or they simply don't give a damn about a pickpocket, muttering to themselves how they're not paid enough to do a city cop's job.
Losing your balance, you silently curse at your worn down work boots. Sliding off the ground, skidding off down the streets, disturbing the hustle and bustle of the market. You hit a vegetable cart along the way, wood splintering, scratching your arms. Cabbages and carrots fly off, there's yelling and screaming around you and your legs are aching from the impact.
“Sorry!” You yell back to a disgruntled vendor.
He curses at you and your entire family for ruining his sale. You take a mental note to pay him back somehow when you're not currently occupied.
Digging your heels in, you come to a halt, you're lucky enough to get a hold on a lamp post. Glancing behind, you don't see the cop running after you but you're not taking any chances so you enter a tight alleyway. You know this village like the back of your hand, you have to or else seeing the inside of the jail would be waiting for you in the future.
Knowing there’s a pipe somewhere along the walls, you run your muddy hands along the bricks, the cramp walls touching your back and chest, you stop when your nail hits something metallic.
Your ears perk up at someone snitching, “fuck” without hesitation, you climb up the rusty pipe.
Hands digging into the metal. It creaks and groans, but it seems like lady luck is on your side when you reach the top with no problems.
Hearing hurried footsteps down below, you immediately lie low on the roof. Hiding yourself from his gaze. The cop glances around the alley, scratching his head, confused as to how you escaped without a trace.
“Damn” he mutters, completely winded.
You smile to yourself as he leaves. The sun bares at your back, cotton blouse sticking to your skin. Needing a bath is an understatement.
Standing up, you carefully tread the roof, avoiding floors that look damaged. You definitely don't want a repeat incident of what happened six villages ago. You can never get used to the view from up high, the sea blends in with the orange sky, melting together, blues, greens and reds mingle in harmony. The setting sun paints a picturesque scenery, draping everything it touches in its heavenly light.
Ships and fishing boats float above the waves as if they're dancing to the sound of the water splashing on its wooden sides.
Your hands instinctively reach for the necklace hidden under your blouse. Fingers tracing the etching of a flying bird that you know like the back of your hand.
Despite the open sea, you can't help but feel trapped. The docks beckon you over to somewhere you can't remember, somewhere where you can rest in peace, somewhere across the deep dark treacherous sea are people you can call your home. People who may have been looking for you all this time. Their faces are but a blur in your mind, voices a mere echo lingering in your heart. The pendant leaves a circular indent on your palms as you grip it tight.
Is it possible to miss someone you don't even remember?
Your train of thought gets interrupted by movement from a ship floating along the dock, a large sailboat whose wood differs from each one of its structures. You can tell from how some of it is painted gold and silver like the ones on royal ships, it looks like it was hastily hammered into regular oak with intricate carvings. Some wood blends better together, dark timber melding with ashen wood. Three cannons are lined on the sides, its metal having seen better days, no longer glimmering in the sunlight.
From where you're standing, the figurehead on the bow looks peculiar, like nothing you've ever seen traveling along coastal towns. A fierce creature with sharp teeth opening its jaws, eyes wide and alert. Its red scaly skin adds to its terrifying image. What's more peculiar is the lack of flag flying on its mast. An unknown ship from an unknown place tickles your curiosity.
You slink back down on the roof when a woman emerges from below deck, her blond hair shining under the sun. Another much taller one follows behind her. Raven colored hair flowing in the soft wind. They seem to be arguing, but you're completely bewildered as to how they're allowed to sail. All this time, you can't believe that you can actually step foot inside a boat, moreso sail on it.
This changes everything, you suppose.
You leave the roof, letting the women argue amongst themselves. Expertly hopping from awning to canopy, you land at your final destination, the White Salmon pub.
Jumping down, you land on a cart full of broken fishing nets, it's a miracle that you weren't tangled under all the mess.
Entering the rowdy pub, the smell of ale and pickled fish enters your nostrils. A bunch of sailors sing off key in the middle, too drunk to care about the ruckus they're making. You try to blend in with the drunk crowd, hiding behind people, weaving around them to sneak past the bar and upto the stairs leading up to your room.
“Oi! did ya think I wouldn't notice ya?”
You stop just about the foot of the stairs. Groaning in exasperation, quickly taking off the bandana tied around your face to conceal half of your face. You try your best to put your best smile, turning your charm up to a hundred.
“Hi, aunty Janet” you walk towards her like a child caught with their hands inside the cookie jar. “I got the butter you asked”
Janet huffs, eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed. You place the stick of butter in front of her like an offering to appease an angry God.
“Please don't tell me the coppers will be knocking on my doors again”
“That was one time! Besides I actually paid for this one” you push the butter towards her with your finger. She stares at it like you're giving her contraband.
You give her one charming smile, she sighs, taking the butter from the counter. “You're on thin ice, Y/N. Don't make me regret taking you in.”
“That was a year ago and look, I'm still here!”
“A year and a half, I counted because with every shit ya manage to pull, a strand of my hair turns white.” she points at her hair that's almost completely white. “This used to be black”
“I know, I'm sorry. I just need to–”
“To what? It always seems like you're hiding shit from me and Thena” She tries to hold your hand on the counter but you flinch away.
“Won't happen again, I promise.” A clear lie on your part, you'll just have to be better at sneaking. You vault over the counter to roll up your sleeves, clean yourself up and put on your apron.
“When will you learn, girl?”
“When the king sentences me to death himself!” grabbing an empty tray, you start clearing a nearby table. Janet pinches the bridge of her nose.
After dodging rowdy customers and a flying pint, Thena takes a break with you in the tiny corner of the tavern. She unabashedly sighs loudly, smelling of ale and lavender she hastily rubbed on to mask the scent of alcohol.
You side eye her with a tired smile, Thena sighs again, louder this time, a few patrons gaze your way.
“Alright, what's wrong?”
“Oh nothin' it's just Arthur's back again and he hasn't even glanced my way”
You flick your eyes towards the blonde patron nursing a pint, his green eyes meet yours, he smiles with his yellow teeth and you look away immediately, not from embarrassment, no, but from how you don't want his eyes on you.
Why in the world is Thena so smitten by someone like Arthur who comes and goes into the pub more than he goes inside a bathroom?
“You could do better, Thena. One that actually brings in coins instead of using them all in the pub or a brothel.”
“I know,” she sighs once again. Leaning closer to your side so you slide further away. “But he's the fittest bloke here though” whining, she puffs out her cheeks.
As if some divine comedy, Arthur beckons you over with a twist of his hand. You internally cringe.
Thena gasps, “I think he's finally taking notice of me!” She stands up, sauntering over to his table with the confidence of a newborn deer.
Before you could rescue her though, Janet yells at you from the other side of the room. “Get back to work, Y/N!” She signals with head, pointing towards a table by the corner.
You groan, lumbering your way towards the customers. His large back is turned away from you, brown hair neatly slicked back, clothes looking too neat and expensive for a dingy pub like the white salmon. His companion thumps her head on the wall lightly like she's trying to get water out of her ears. Her hair is cut short, glasses over her almond shaped eyes, clothes equally looking expensive but less neat than her large companion.
Her lips turn upwards once she sees you. “Finally some service” she stretches her legs out, noting how she's wearing trousers instead of the usual frilly skirts rich women wear.
“Sorry, what can I do for you?” You put on your customer service voice that's laced with mild annoyance. The man sits still like a rock, his back still turned away from you.
“Fish and chips, some pickled eggs and a pint.” She glances at her friend before groaning with a sly smirk. “And he'll have plain porridge, no seasoning, just porridge. It's better if it's days old. Right, Miguel?”
The man huffs, craning his neck to look over his shoulder. The single candle light on the table illuminates his chiseled face, turning his eyes crimson.
“A pint will do” his voice is gruff yet calm.
There's alarm bells ringing in your head, the tray falls from your shaking hands. Your heart thumps louder than the clanking metal.
“Careful there, it's bad to drink on the job” His friend’s comment falls on deaf ears as you stare at the man before you. His expression doesn't change except for how his eyebrows lift slightly.
It's been years, surely he doesn't recognize me as an adult, right?
You clear your throat, mustering the best smile you can do. “Sorry about that, I'll get your orders right away” leaning down to take the tray from the sticky floors, your necklace slips out of your blouse, the gold shimmering in the candle light.
He could burn you with just his stare.
Walking briskly, clutching the tray, its metal is uncomfortably cold on your skin. The pub seems to get louder and louder with every footstep, the laughter and rowdy singing makes you dizzy. Janet calls after you as you run up the stairs to your room.
Thinking fast, you lock the door, pushing your dresser to further lock it. Your mind races to the floorboards beneath your threadbare bed. With your bare hands you hastily take the wood out revealing a hollow hole containing your possessions.
There's loud booming footsteps climbing up the stairs. Followed by his voice calling your name.
“Fuck” without thinking, you take the bag from its hiding place, slinging it over your shoulder before you cross the small space to the window.
“Y/N, Please!” He keeps calling after you. “Let me just,” thump, “fuck!”
That's your signal to jump down.
Landing on your heels, you feel your knees aching from the fall. You hear your bedroom door slam open with a force that surely broke its hinges.
You run like you've ran from him like last time.
Suddenly, you're thirteen years old, weaving through the forest, vines prickling your legs as you wade through the thicket. White lilies are but a blur as tears flow freely from your eyes as you keep running without a destination.
Why? Aren't you enough? Did she not love you like you thought she did? What did you do to deserve being abandoned twice?
You're back to the present when he yells your name again. Your heart pounds loudly on your ribcage, lungs burning, you feel like you're about to collapse.
His companion also runs after you, screaming your name desperately.
But you have the upperhand. Using the moon as your guide, you climb up a house, its bricks protruding out of the walls, the place you used to climb to practice, but now you climb it to save your own skin.
Running from roof to roof, you feel a presence behind you. His thunderous footsteps echo into the cold night. You don't dare look behind.
The woman follows you from the ground, her heels clicking on the uneven sidewalk. “Y/N! Wait up–shit!” Without looking down, you hear her fall.
He screams your name again, the same one she called you back then.
You run furiously, jumping off the side only to keep running towards the docks. Panicking, you see a ship leaving the docks, its fishing net left hanging on the side. Without thinking, you make a break for it.
Sprinting on the old docks, you leap the huge gap. Miraculously, you take hold of the net, clinging to it with all your might. Entering the net, you ignore the smell of fish, watching as the place you once called home gets smaller and smaller.
You say goodbye to Janet, who kindly took you in without asking for anything in return. Who gave you a job and a room so you don't freeze and starve outside. Who took care of you when you fell ill to the cold.
You say goodbye to Thena, the only friend you've ever had, the longest friend you've ever had. The same Thena who taught you how to sew and mend your own clothes. Thena who taught you how to throw a punch when a handsy sailor tries to touch you.
Thena whom you've grown accustomed to calling you her sister.
You say goodbye to the fishing town you've only recently called your home.
You say goodbye to the man at the docks who's staring at your fleeing form, whose eyes are narrowed, almost pleading for you to come back.
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A/N: There's no Hobie appearance in this chapter yet :( (next chapter though 👀)
Hope you like it, thank you for reading!
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remikuii · 3 months
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are you leaving me too?
( ᪥ ) : oh hii ! so before reading, let me inform you that this is the second part of the original post. kindly visit the 'summary' post here !
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characters : ranpo edogawa and reader (as his foster mother)
synopsis : everything's not fine for ranpo. everywhere he go, he finds his way out immediately. since the death of his parents, he was left alone with no one to rely on. his dad who's known as 'the clairvoyant' told him if anything were to happen, ranpo should go to yokohama and visit the police academy. throughout his journey, he secretly longed for love—an unconditional love of a mother who will give him hugs, praises and snacks to go throughout his lonely world.
warnings : none because ranpo is a baby :3
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"Ah...Miss [Last Name], you're better than that..." The Director of the Police Academy softly placed all the documents down the table. He let out a sigh and shook his head.
"I'm not gonna be able to approve of keeping Mr. Edogawa here..."
Inside the envelope is Ranpo's improvement card. Academically, he ranked 1 among all the students registered in Yokohama. There are no subjects marked failed except—the behaviour chart.
"Sir..please, the child got nowhere to stay if you kick him out of here..."
This is the only time that the Director heard your pleads. Ever since you applied for the job, what he admires about you is your cold demeanor. Things that must be done shall be done—that's what he learnt from you. You're not easy to please especially when it comes to students discipline.
"I admire his intelligence, Miss [Last Name]..It's the department's honor to have him here—he raised his name with this academy..."
"But I couldn't bear to see the rest suffer just because of an individual."
The tea he served now become cold, still untouched. With your head hang low, you stood up and gave him a bow.
"I...Understand..I'm sorry for causing you trouble at this hour."
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"Ah! [Your Name]-chan!...OW!" You flicked Ranpo's forehead while hiding the pack of candies you bought for him.
"What did I told you about formalities when we're still inside the academy's premises?" Ranpo pouted and shook his head.
"It's still the same! You're Miss [Last Name] here and you are [Your Name]-chan outside! Is that two different person?" Ranpo received another flick on his forehead.
"No red bean porridge with a sweet mochi and pack of candies today, only water!"
It's quite a sight to see him throw his tantrum shamelessly everytime you give him that threat, yet you're caught off-guard, he only responded with silence.
"Ranpo...? Are you alright?"
You turned around and saw him searching in his pocket. With his usual closed eyes, he brought a silver chain from his pocket with a clear pebble on it. Inside, there is a piece of cherry blossom petal.
"I'm just drinking my favourite drink when I asked someone to remove the pebble inside. About the petal inside, it's too troublesome to tell you the story behind that." Ranpo reached out for you hands with his cheek tinted with crimson red.
"I heard your conversation with the Director..I'm sorry for causing you trouble." His hands connected to yours are trembling. It took you a minute to see the wet circular mark on the floor—he's crying.
You kneeled down to his height, took his hat off and ran your hands to his messy locks. His tears kept on flowing out from his eyes as he get overwhelmed of your actions.
"Ranpo-kun..? You will never cause me trouble, hm? Why would you cause me trouble? Because you ask me to buy you candies? To buy you red porridge? To give you a ride to school?" Ranpo embraced you. His tears staining your uniform but you don't give a damn.
"I...[Your Name]-chan...They...They don't know your anymore because of...me...You changed just to...let me have a place to stay at, to live at.."
You embraced him tighter, tears started to fall down your eyes. Ranpo fear that he causes you trouble. He is scared that maybe because of that, someday, you will get rid of him.
"I never behave, I often speak my thoughts, I often cause trouble, I often cause you trouble...[Your Name]-chan..I-I'm sorry..! Please don't get rid of me..!"
His words brings lots of memories back to you. Everytime his parents will ask to have you at their house, Ranpo is the very first one to welcome you. It's a rare sight for you to see him crying, not for candies but fear. Ranpo is the most intelligent child you witnessed to grow up.
Everytime he did something that he knows you wouldn't like, he will eventually get rid of the evidence (but nonetheless you saw it). Whenever you ask him to confess what he did, he will only pout and shook his head, giving you things such as his favourite candy or favourite toys as an apology.
You looked at the necklace he gave to you, they're newly made. He thought he caused you trouble, so he give you a necklace out of a pebble as an apology—he never changed.
"[Your Name]-chan...? You're gonna get rid of me too, right? Are you leaving me too?" You distanced yourself and grabbed his face.
"You're intelligent enough to see through me, right? Look, look at my face. Tell me if you see any evidence that will prove your question, that I will leave you." You firmly spoke despite the tears flowing on your cheeks.
Ranpo stared. It took him 5 minutes before shaking his head. He threw his arms back to you to embrace you.
"Remember when you're 4? We used to play crime-mine. We must solve a crime and then it will be marked ours if we are able to crack it. I saw your potential and your interest, that's why you're able to solve everything. You got 505 crimes named after you...Your Father bragged about that for weeks..."
"I may not be able to see the future or tell you the future but...Ranpo-kun..When you become a detective, I'll be right beside you. Always."
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"Atsushi, I'll take over right here."
Ranpo took a step near the closed door, Atsushi behind him. They're at the Port Mafia's premises. The case of the missing Police Academy Director, [Your Name] is led by no other than Ranpo Edogawa himself.
"But it's too dangerous for you to have it here, Ranpo-san.."
"If [Your Name] didn't hesitate to give up everything to give me a life to live, then I won't too. If she didn't leave me, I won't leave her too—especially when she's in danger."
"After all, she's the love I lost and found."
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okay y'all it's here huhu. I'm actually planning to make you cry about the ending but nope, I can't have smol ranpo crying over you.
i suggest you listen to sad kdrama ost or anything that sure will touch your soul, yeah yeah. that's it mwa mwa
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bumpkinspice0 · 9 months
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Parallels Chapter 5
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Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader
No use of y/n
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI!!)
Word Count: 5969
Summary: An anomaly finally makes her way into you dimension and that comes with more than you thought.
Warnings: Canon typical violence (No blood or anything), un-beta'd as hell, S M U T, fingering, Tension, P n V sex (make sure you wrap it before you tap it folks), Praise kink, multiple orgasms, Miguel doesn't use stairs, don't look at me. Small note: I'm making a taglist for this fic! Just comment or message if you want to be added or just interact with this post!
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Fury
Nothing compared to the highest rooftops of New York in the dead of night. Serenity and stillness above the constantly bustling chaos just below— The perfect hiding spot and vantage point. There was so much happening on the ground that people never bothered to look up all that much. Well, maybe they did a little more since you came into the picture.
It was a long journey but you eventually won the hearts of your fellow citizens. After years of fighting it couldn’t be denied that you were only here to help, despite what the Daily Bugle preached every Sunday.
“All units be advised,” the comm crackles in your ear. “Disturbance in Washington Square Park. Suspect reported to be superhuman.”
The largest victory in the past few years was probably getting the cops to finally trust you. Well, trust was a strong word. You could finally get in and fight a threat without having to worry about dodging gunfire or a helicopter chase afterward. The city's precincts were a good mix of welcoming your help with open arms or begrudgingly working with you. Still, it was better than what it had been.
Regardless, the NYPD were your eyes all over the city and you were the last call they hoped they’d never have to make. 
“Call in the spider.”
That’s your cue— and you were finally close for once. Washington Square Park. No more than 5 minutes as the spider swings. You jump from your perch by the river and start making your way there. As you swing more reports come in.
“Suspect armed and dangerous. Explosives used.”
“Immediate area evacuated.”
“Suspect is airborne. Repeat, suspect is airborne. He’s got wings, fella’s.”
Oh, this was ramping up to be a really good night, but the next report nearly sends you tumbling.
“I don’t believe it– it’s— the Goblin. It’s the Green Goblin.”
Norman? No, he’d been dead for years. Killed by his own machines. This had to be a sadistic follower. A copycat. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d dealt with someone following in the footsteps of one of your mortal enemies.
Just another fun perk to this job.
You swing past the police barrier, landing in the circular concrete center of the deserted park. It was completely dark. They must have taken out all the street lamps. You couldn’t hear that god-awful maniacal laughter, but you smelled the residue from that stupid glider. The chemicals from some pumpkin bombs too. They were close, and they’d likely seen you swing in.
“Here, Goblin, Goblin, Goblin,” you taunt as you circle the center fountain. “If you come out we can play nice and maybe talk about our feelings.”
“ Spider-Girl , ” And there was that horrible, scratchy voice only someone with diagnosed insanity would think is cool. It definitely didn’t belong to Norman Osborn, though. You turn in its direction, only greeted with the sight of dark looming trees. “ Love the new suit. ”
“Oh, this old thing,” you mockingly bash, scanning the grassy area, “Just had it lying around, ya know. Not sure it’s really me though.” 
“ Where am I? ” the faceless voice sneers, “ It was daytime. I was flying, then— You. You did this, didn’t you? ”
They were agitated— likely manic and confused, how could they not be if they’d somehow gotten their hands on the Goblin formula. You were the only target they had, and they likely hated you before all of this happened. You opt for the negotiating route.
“Look, buddy. We don’t have to fight,” You slowly raise your hands as a small peace offering, “If you’re confused, we can just—”
The figure bursts from the darkness, grabbing you by the throat and soaring into the night air. So much for negotiating. As you fly past the surrounding skyline you finally get a good look at your villain. 
This goblin was a woman— with the most comically ridiculous pointed goblin ears you’d ever seen. She didn’t ride a proper glider but surfed on what looked more like a rocket. She wore head-to-toe metallic purple with some basic armoring around her mid-section and shoulders. All of her gear was clearly professionally made. 
But there was something else about her. A faint aura. The way her body moved. The lines of her sadistic face— Something not of this world.
She was an anomaly. 
Of course, how did you not think of it before? The one night you didn't wear your watch. It would have alerted you right away. You’d never had an anomaly enter your dimension before. Every one of them you’d faced up until the point was in someone else’s world. Other dimensions already felt so strange and off-kilter to you, you never stopped to think about how truly out of place the anomalies were. They all looked alien when the entire world was alien. 
But this was your neck of the woods. This was your home and she was just so clearly not part of it.
“ How did you do this? ” she steadies her glider and holds you out over empty air.
“Would you believe me if I said this wasn’t your dimension?” You wheeze out in her grasp.
Through some divine comedic timing, she glitches. As her hand phases between worlds, you fall from her grasp. You tumble a few dozen feet before catching yourself on a building. Clinging to the brick, you look back up at your new goblin assailant. 
The glitching comes to a shaky stop and she steadies herself on her rocket glider again. She takes a small moment to look down at her hands, a wave of shock overtaking her green face before it settles into fiendish joy.
“ So... I can travel between dimensions? ” she says more to herself than to you. 
“ Travel is a strong word,” You get her attention. 
She looks at you, “ You’re not my Spider-Girl? ”
“It’s Spider -Woman, actually.” you ready yourself to pounce at any moment. 
“ How many of you are there? ” She asks, anger dotting her words.
“Oh yeah sure, just let me just give you a quick overview of the multiverse,” Without giving her time to react you shoot a web to the tip of her rocket glider, thrusting it off kilter in one motion. She goes flying. You jump after her, “That’s a terrible glider design by the way.”
“ Insolent brat! ” She screams, reaching out her hand. You reach for her, only to instantly be met with open air as she’s swept away by the glider. She can summon her dumb rocket- surfboard. 
Of course.
You bank to her right, shooting web to at least immobilize her hands. Any web that gets near her is immediately slashed by blades now protruding from her wrists. You aim for her glider again, but she easily bobs and weaves past all of your shots now that she knows what to expect. She was better on that thing than you thought.
You jump, sticking yourself to the underside of the rocket glider. If you can’t stop her, then you’ll just have to dance with her.
“ You think you're a match for the Goblin QUEEN? ” She sneers, whipping around wildly to fling you off.
“Oh, apologies, your majesty. ” You rip off a panel of the flying device, grabbing at any cables and wiring you can, “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty.”
She grunts in frustration, whipping you to the left and slamming you into the nearest building. In the midst of the searing impact, you lose your grip on her. 
“ Pathetic.” She swings around to hover in front of you, “ You’re not my Spider, but you’ll do for now. ” She barrels toward you at full force, a massive blade unsheathing from the front of her glider. Without time to jump, you catch her glider— holding her at arm's length while the blade extends out to mere inches from your face.
The brick around you cracks and crumbles as the full force of her glider pushes down on you.
“ I’ll kill you, then I’ll harness this power and kill ALL of you,” Oh great, she was monologging , “ Every Spider, dead by my hands. This is what I was born to do!”
“M-might wanna check that ego, lady!” you grunt, hiking up your feet to push back on the body of her glider. It was awkward but you had the leverage— you just don’t know how long you can hold it.
You kick your legs up, using her own force against her, and send her spiraling backward. You immediately get out of your cornered position and head back towards the open park. If she was covered in knives and reportedly using explosives, best to keep her away from any buildings. Make her focus all of her attention on you. You stand in the center circle again as she hovers overhead.
“ You can’t run, Spider-Woman, ” She taunts, “ And you can’t win .”
You don’t time have for a witty remark before she’s charging at you again, her glider's blade front and center.
You’re about to act when a bassy boom crackles and rips through the air, giving you both pause.
Then you feel it— A buzzing at the base of your skull. 
Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding.  
The portal forms just to your right. His webs appear first, red treads shooting from the golden light. They latch onto her glider. The Goblin, shocked, attempts to correct her course, pulling Miguel the rest of the way out of the portal with her. He stands strong, several strands of webs in each hand. He whips his lassos downward, sending her flying off the glider. Before she can summon it back he whips his arms again, redirecting it straight into the ground. It explodes instantly.
He drops the webbing and shakes off his shoulders. He turns to you, sleek mask obscuring his face. He was here. He was actually here.
“Uh, Thanks,” You say, “Was trying to get her off that stupid thing for like 10 minutes now.”
“Don’t mention it,” Though you can’t see it, you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Two of you now? ” your assailant broods from the shadows. You and Miguel immediately stand back to back at the sound of her voice, “ No matter, you’ve stopped nothing. You can’t stop Fury. You can’t stop destiny. ”
“Oh, she’s a monologuer,” Miguel scoffs.
“Mhm, she’s already vowed to kill all of spider-kind.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” he tuts back.
“Are all of you always so arrogant?” She sneers.
“Pretty much,” You answer.
What happens next you still can’t fully articulate. It was a matter of milliseconds, yet it felt as if the world moved at half its normal speed. 
You feel it before you see or hear it. She throws three pumpkin bombs. Before the devices even leave her hands you know exactly what direction they're coming from in the darkness— And seemingly so does Miguel. You move together in perfect unison, dodging the explosives as they implode on the ground. She starts circling the two of you, throwing bomb after bomb. Still, not one touches you. Here in a complete darkness, it’s like you could feel every move she was going to make.
“Damned Spiders,” She  grunts in frustration as she throws another pumpkin bomb into the concrete clearing. This one doesn’t explode on impact though. You and Miguel pause.
“Smoke!” He shouts, just a second too late. Pink gas explodes from the device. You’re able to escape only after having gotten a lung full of the nasty stuff. You cough and wheeze, barely able to swing to safety in the sparse trees. Miguel is nowhere to be seen, but you can sense him nearby. Maybe this spider-sense thing was coming in handy for once.
Goblin laughter from behind sends a shiver up your spine. You turn to see her perched in an oak tree. Just a few yards beyond her, a broad figure lurks in the settling pink mist. To catch this one, you had to be smarter. You’d have to lure her in— and part of you thinks Miguel has the same idea.
“Not bad, for a Psychopath,” you dust your legs off.
“ I think you mean visionary ,” She croons. “ You and your brutish Spider-man are no match for- ”
“Say’s the lady with no ride and a quickly dwindling supply of Spirit Halloween props.” You glance over and Miguel crouches down to all fours— Ready to pounce at exactly the right moment. Her guard is still up, if he jumped now he’d be met with a grenade directly to the face. You could distract her. Get all of her attention on you again. She obviously liked to talk, so…
“How do you even become Queen of the Goblins ?” You ask, leaning against a tree. “Is there a king? Is it David Bowie?!”
“ Silence! ” She screams. When in doubt, always go for the ego with super villains, “ I was chosen by Norman Osborn. Chosen at birth and raised for this purpose. ”
“Norman Osborn is dead.” you sneer, “And he certainly isn’t bestowing his messed up legacy on babies.”
“ In your reality, maybe. In mine, he’s a god, ” She crouches down, “ But you’ve opened my eyes to the possibilities, dear. Osborn lives, somewhere out there. I’ll find him. I’ll rally the goblins and we’ll finally kill you all.”
“Norman Osborn is dead ,” You repeat, “He always dies. Always . And it’s always a Spider standing over him.”
“ Not anymore.” You see her face contort in anger. Attacking her goblin cult leader must be the way to go.
“You know why?” You step toward her, “Because he’s weak.” 
“Shut. Your. Mouth. ”
“Just a weak, pathetic, ordinary , man.”
“ Shut up! ”
You ready yourself, “Make me.”
She barely gets a foot off her branch before Miguel pounces from behind. All in an instant, he grabs her, pinning her arms to her chest— a portal forms above you, and Miguel, Goblin Queen in hand, fly’s through it.
It blips closed before you can follow. You instinctively reach for your watch, only to realize again you did wear it tonight. Of course, that’d make everything too easy. Why would you wear it if you weren’t planning on an interdimensional battle tonight? A mistake, you assure yourself, you’ll never make again.
The brief thought of hurrying directly home and following Miguel flashes through your mind. Even if you could somehow get back to your Brooklyn apartment in a matter of minutes, you still had other duties to attend to. The sound of several officers entering the park brings you back to reality. Miguel was a pro— he could handle it from here. You needed to let your people know the situation was taken care of.
You speak with the Sargent and Captain at the scene, spinning some lie about her being a deranged follower and one of her bombs malfunctioning, and vaporizing her instantly. It was absolutely ridiculous but they trusted you to never lead them astray. Better to lie here than release the secret of access to the multiverse. The threat to your city was gone. That’s all that mattered.
You, fortunately, manage to escape a press statement this time, regretfully leaving that task up to Captain Stacy. He was better with the cameras than you were anyway.
It’s nearly 3 a.m. when you finally get back home, sneaking into the building through your rooftop perch. Honestly, it’s an earlier night than most. Your back aches from being slammed into a brick wall and your head is still spinning from whiplash. A hot shower and your bed sounded like paradise.
Your building was an old warehouse renovated sometime in the 2000s. It used to be a massive bakery. You swear you can still smell freshly baked bread in the bricks some 20 years later. You fucking loved your apartment. Vaulted ceilings, massive industrial windows, and a lofted bedroom. You were able to afford it out of sheer luck. 
Some business tycoon's daughter was kidnaped. When you returned her safely he handed you a briefcase with hundreds of thousands in cash, refusing to take no for an answer. You felt dirty taking it but you were flat broke since starting college and the medical bills from your nightly activities were piling up. You were younger then— and desperate. 
Jack seemed amazed you were even feeling remorse for it at the time.
“You’ve saved this city how many times?!” he’d scold you. “I think you can have something for almost dying for the people of this town on a bi-weekly basis.”
Part of you agreed and part of you felt you were straying from the path— whatever that meant. Jack begged you to get something nice for yourself— so, you got this place and vowed never to take money for your job ever again. You fell in love as soon as you saw it. Your safe haven. Spider HQ, as Jack affectionately called it. 
Miguel had an entire tower, you could have more than a shoebox apartment.    
He was probably back at the tower now. You grab your watch and check the villain logs. Lyla kept a detailed list of who’d been captured and where. And there she was, right at the top. 
Fury the Goblin Queen: Earth-982
Status- Captured: Earth-727 at 2200 hours
He handled it. Nothing else to worry about. You let out a heavy sigh and peal off your suit, sports bra, and underwear. A scorching hot shower and some ibuprofen were calling your name. 
You’re about to climb the steps to your bathroom when you feel a slight tremble in the walls along with a buzzing in your head.
Again? Right now? You’re suddenly very aware of your complete nakedness and quickly grab one of your long abandoned t-shirts from a kitchen stool to cover up with. The baggy shirt barely brushed the tops of your thighs but it’ll have to do.
The golden portal formed in your living room, a still fully suited Miguel emerging from it. It closes behind him with a deep rumble.
“Thanks for waking all my neighbors up,” you pinch the bridge of your nose.
His mask fades away, revealing that stupid handsome face, “You didn’t follow.” he simply says.
“Didn��t have my watch. I won’t happen again.”
“You didn’t check in, either.”
“Didn’t think I needed to,” you groan, rubbing the back of your stinging neck, “I just got home after defusing the scene for 2 hours. Sorry if it slipped my mind.” The last part comes out more bitchy than you intend but you were fucking tired. And he comes to your home— To what? Berate you about protocol? Fuck off.
“Sorry, just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He says, earnestly. Okay, well now you do feel a little bit like a bitch. 
He could have just called or asked Lyla to check up on you, be he came himself. He was here, in your apartment. The realization makes your spider sense spike. 
He’s here and you're both alone.
“I’ve… never fought with you before,” He says, relaxing his posture, “You did good.”
“You too,” you say passively. You lean against the kitchen counter, letting the following silence linger into uncomfortable territory. What else was there to say? He came to make sure you were okay, the villains locked up and your dimension isn’t crumbling. Still, that dreaded sixth sense pulled at you to keep him here. Just a little longer, “Has it ever felt like that before?” you finally ask.
“Has what?” he furrows his eyebrows. 
“Fighting… with another spider,” You clarify, “When we were in the clearing— When she was throwing the bombs. The way we moved, it felt so—”
“Instinctual,” He finishes, taking a step toward you. “No, it’s never felt that way. It’s like you knew what to do. Like you knew what I was thinking.”
“Yeah,” You shy away from his gaze. You suddenly feel the gravity of it all. While you were grateful for the benefits of the spider sense, something was wrong with you. With both of you. This wasn’t a normal spider-sense. Whatever this was, was like a brick through the window of your daily life. Something was triggered in you, and you couldn’t turn it off. Now you’ll probably never be normal again— not that you really were before.
Everything felt perfect before. The city finally accepted you, a new job you were proud of, and new friends just like you. People that could understand in a way no one else could. You’d found a balance and a new passion for being Spider-Woman. Now, for the first time in years, you cursed your abilities. You doubted yourself. An outsider again, even amongst your own kind.
“Hey.” Miguel’s voice brings you out of the spiral. He’s standing directly in front of you. When did he get so close? “You okay, little spider?”
The nickname makes your cheeks flush.
“Yeah, I—” You stop yourself from rambling, bringing your hand up to your cheek “This is kinda fucked up, isn’t it? You and me?”
He snorts a small laugh, “Yeah, kinda.”
“Whatta we supposed to do, Miguel?” you ask yourself, more than him. Even if his test showed something, then what? Just learn to live with it, you suppose.
“Business as usual,” He reiterates from the other day in his room. Why did business as usual feel so difficult then? You’re not even sure what that means around him. A silence stirs between you two again, but this time you feel something building. Your mind screams at you to touch him. To let him take control and ravish you. You squeeze your legs together, doing your best to hide it even though it’s no use. If you felt it, he felt it too.
“I should go.” He finally says, voice barely above a whisper.
“Sure,” you nod. Neither of you moves. You see the hunger behind his brilliant red eyes.
You hesitantly reach out, running a hand up his broad chest. You needed something— Just a little of him. His breath hitches at the contact but he doesn’t shy away. His suit’s technology ripples in the wake of your touch, illuminating and fading away to show the rich, tan skin underneath— before phasing back in an instant. He grabs your wrist, halting your movement at his stomach. You can feel his heart rate rising under your touch.
He pulls you in, lips crashing in a frenzy of movement. You throw your arms over his shoulders as he pins you against the kitchen counter. His arms cage you in as his massive body overwhelms you.
Every move you make is feverish and desperate, begging for more of him. His tongue selfishly delves into your mouth and you moan at the taste of him. The sensation sends your head reeling. He bites at your lower lip before ghosting down to your neck. He was hungry— so were you.
Your head is spinning. All your pain and exhaustion now completely forgotten and replaced with pure, unbridled lust. The connection screams in gratitude, finally getting what it wanted.
“Miguel,” You sigh into his hair, as he leaves a trail of hickeys down your shoulder.
“I know,” He moans without halting his work, “ Lo sé. Yo también lo siento. ”
His bare hand snakes up your leg and hitches around the hem of your t-shirt. He pauses when he feels nothing else there. 
“How scandalous.” He smiles against your skin, running his calloused hand across your bare hips. You shiver in response, suddenly unable to articulate language. He cradles your head with his other hand as he buries his nose in your hair, “Oh god, you smell so—you’re so—”
He runs his open hand over your bare cunt. You gasp and arch into him, rolling your hips over his fingers. Greedily rocking back and forth against his rough hand, you coat his fingers with your growing arousal. He moves his hand gingerly as you do so. He gently runs his middle finger along your seam before thrusting it inside.
You swing your head back with a moan, clawing at his shoulders. He takes the opportunity to devour your neck again while working his hand in and out of you. You’re at his complete mercy. Whatever he wanted from you, he could have— you’d happily give it.
His mass threatens to topple you over the counter. You hook your leg around his hips, opening yourself to him more. You feel his entire body vibrate with a moan as his lips proceed to explore every single inch of you that they can. His thumb comes up to work against your clit and it sends you to a new level.
“P-please!” You gasp. You’re not entirely sure why you say it.
He pauses all of his movements, glowing red eyes meeting yours, “Please what?” it’s more of a demand than a question. 
Tell me what you want.
It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with your mouth, “Please fuck me.”
Then you see a shift in him. Like his eyes glaze over and somehow become more animalistic. It sets all of your hair on end and a new wave of arousal washing over your senses. 
His voice drops an octave, “Where’s—” 
“Upstairs.” you barely pant out, glancing up at your bedroom just above you. He follows your eyes, quickly taking the hint. 
“Okay, little spider. Okay,” he ever so slowly draws his fingers out from your slick heat. You whimper at the sensation. His hands trace over your soft thighs before hooking under them. He lifts you like nothing at all and your lips come crashing back to his. You entangle your limbs around him as he walks you both out of the kitchen and to the open living room. He doesn’t go towards the stairs though, instead walking to the opposite wall. Before you can correct him, his hands are off you— talons digging into your living room wall.
He scales the bricks as you cling to him, not stopping your hungry kissing for a single beat. His powerful limbs move under you with brute force but his torso still holds steady for you to carry yourself on. A small reminder of just how strong he was.
He hoists you both over the railing of your loft and carries you to the bed, dropping you into the messy, unmade sheets. His hand comes to the collar of your shirt, ripping it down the middle. You shrug off the shreds and briefly wonder if you’ll ever be able to do this without ruining any clothes.
He takes a moment to drink in your naked form, eyes slowly traveling down the curves of your body. You squirm under his gaze— Your breasts heaving up and down in anticipation. 
“Miguel,” you reach out to him.
Come here. Please.
His head twitches, eyes darting back to your face. His small trance broken, he smiles down at you. The edges of his suit start to fade away in a pale blue glow until there’s nothing left but a pair of black boxer briefs, his form silhouetted by the streetlights from the window. He hastily removes the underwear, freeing his throbbing hard cock. You drink him in, in all his glory. 
He trails his massive hands back up your thighs and over your torso as he crawls on top of you. His hands are scorching and rough. He pauses at your breasts, running his thumbs over each pebbled nipple. 
He takes one into his mouth, kneading the other roughly. You squirm under him, gasping at the contact. His cock twitches against your stomach. He seems to revel in it— watching you fall apart by his hand. You can’t say mind much either.
“Miguel, please,” You beg, pulling at his hair. He lazily comes off your breast, lulling his tongue over your nipple before rising completely.
“So impatient , ” he murmurs. He brings his hand down and runs his fingers through your wet folds, slowly gathering your arousal. He sits back, towering over you. He strokes his massive length, covering himself with you. His gaze burns into you as he puts on the show— small gasps escaping him with every stroke.
Look at what you do to me.
He crawls down your body. You bring your legs up from under him and hook them around his waist. He reaches down and guides his cock to your entrance. The blunt tip presses dauntingly against you and then you, only for a moment, worry you can’t take him— Then he rolls his hips forward. Your face contorts into a blissful silent scream as he begins stretching you to your limits.
“Oh god,” He moans as he slowly takes you inch by inch. He rolls his hips lightly before burying himself to the hilt. You’re legs are already quivering around him. “Relax for me.” He whispers into your ear.
He starts the pace slow, drawing out almost completely before rolling back in. Each dauntingly slow stroke of his cock was a wave of sensory overload. He had you stretched to near painful limits but with each steady thrust, it melted into pure pleasure, your body relaxing around him.
A little faster now, you start to roll your hips with him. Once your rhythm is set, he brings his starved mouth back down to yours. You moan into him, feeling it reverberate in both your chests. You consume each other greedily.
Your sense is singing in absolute ecstasy. 
It’s never felt this way before. You’d had a meager handful of lovers in your life, often leaving you wanting and disappointed— But this? This was something entirely different. Something so deep-rooted and primal. It scared you. It excited you. 
“ He pensado en esto durante tanto tiempo.” He murmurs into you, “ Te sientes asombrosa.”
You absolutely do not have the brain capacity to even attempt to understand him right now. Still, the way he so lovingly says it makes your heart swell.
“You sound like sin,” He grunts against your neck, “It’s fucking beautiful. Eres hermosa, mi arañita. ”
Your growing arousal makes you more vocal with each movement— the coil in your belly already tightening more and more. Your sinful screams bounce off the walls of your apartment and back to you.
He’s leaving a growing trail of marks across your shoulders, evidence that he’s been there. You can’t say that you disapprove of the reminder. He’s so vigorous in all of his movements with you, it was getting close to overwhelming. 
You’d thought of this— you’d dreamed about it for months now and he was incomparable to whatever you could have possibly imagined. Not just because his dick was proving to be something out of this world— well, you suppose it was—  but because it was just him. His smell, his sound, his taste— he overwhelmed your every sense as he made love to you. 
He hits something new and deep inside you, and you jump under him. He takes notice. Of course, he does. He devastatingly slams his hips forward into the same spot again. Electricity surges through you.
“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it? You like that?” He chuckles, thrusting into the same hypersensitive spot over and over. A few more thrust and it was your undoing. 
You can’t even warn him before it hits you like a freight train.
You claw down his back as your orgasm overtakes you. Limbs numbing and mind blacking out to nothingness for brief seconds, it was almost too much. Quivering beneath him, he works you through it. Each thrust extends your blinding pleasure just slightly longer before it subsides into maddening overstimulation. 
“Good Girl,” He moans against your ear, “S-so, fucking tight. So good.” 
He doesn’t slow his pace, continuing to fuck you through your prolonged high. He takes full advantage of it. You gasp for any air you can, every nerve in your body threatening to burn up in the euphoria.
“One more,” he grunts, “I know you have one more for me.”
He nuzzles into your neck, teeth bearing down on the soft flesh there. The pearl gleam of his fangs flashes in your mind, and you know you should be afraid— but you're not. The idea of him drawing blood is strangely pleasing. His tongue licks up along the reddened mark his teeth have left there.
Then he shifts you— untangling your legs from him and pulling your hips up off the bed. You plant your feet as he holds your shaky hips. He rises and starts to thrust down into you, bringing his fingers to your clit, and rubbing small circles over your already fried nerves. God, he looked fucking magnificent towering above you— His face pure lust. Eye’s lidded and glossy, sweat pecking at his brow.
You grasp at the sheets, trying to find any sense of stability. Another wave is washing over you, “M-Miguel. Miguel, I’m gonna—”
It rips through you quicker than your first, but no less powerful. Your voice catches in your throat as you gasp for air, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 
“That’s it. That’s it,” he chants as crawls back over you, pulling you closer, “Fuck, you feel so good when you—”
His steady pace becomes sporadic as he chases his own relief. You feel his hips start to quake and his eyes go completely red.
“W-where?” he gasps.
“God— inside!” you scream impatiently. You can inform him of your birth control after, though he seems to take the hint.
He cums with a string of grunts uttered into the sheets next to your head, hips shuttering still as he pushes as deep inside you as you can. You feel him throbbing against your walls as he fills you. Every muscle in his body is quivering and tense and then… he relaxes completely. You hold him close, arms and legs wrapping around him. You bury your nose in the nape of his neck, memorizing his musky scent.
You both stay there for what felt like hours, in unmoving silence. Breathing each other’s heavy air, clinging to the other’s body. Truth be told, it was probably less than a minute, but it stretched on for eternity. 
He’s the first to move, rising up to rest his sweaty forehead against yours, “Holy shit.”
How romantic. But that pretty much summed up your feelings too. 
“Holy shit.” you chuckle lightly in agreement. You notice while coming down from your sexual high your spider sense has also been tamed into silence yet again. That was to be expected but there was something else this time. A new level of satisfaction. You can’t help but wonder what it’s like on his end, “What’s it feel like... For you?”
“It’s…Peaceful. Satiated and content.” he says, rolling onto his side. Your breath hitches at the loss of him. “It felt satisfied before when we… but now…”
“It’s different.” You finish his line of thought. It was vague and incredibly obvious, but how else could you possibly describe a sensation you’d never felt before? Yeah, it was different, but how? You just simply didn’t have the words— not yet. 
It was everything and nothing you’d ever known before. He made you feel that way.
“Will you stay?” you find yourself saying before you can stop yourself. He’s obviously taken aback.
“I don’t—”
“Just- just for a little while.” You quickly try to backtrack a little. It feels needy and clingy but you feel like if he left you’d be lying awake for hours with your spider sense screaming at you. Just hold you for a little while? Is that so much to ask? You’re worried you just massively overstepped a boundary… but then his expression softens into a faint smile.
“Sure, little spider. For a little while.”
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Lo sé. Yo también lo siento- I know. I feel it too He pensado en esto durante tanto tiempo- I’ve thought about this for so long Te sientes asombrosa.- You feel amazing Eres hermosa, mi arañita- You’re beautiful, my little spider
For the love of god, please let me know if any of this is wrong.
Fury the Goblin Queen is a character from the Mayday Parker Spider-Girl comics! They were my favorites growing up and I thought Fury was cool as shit. She surfs on a fucking rocket, like come on. Too bad she was raised in a cult though.
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EOTWR is at heart asking for common decency and trying to appeal to the fandom community's sense of common good. Racism is an issue in fandom, let's be the good people we proclaim to be and rally behind a righteous cause. Yay!
Amazing how call out culture can turn a good thing into a shitshow.
We just went through a global pandemic that pretty much proved that common good stops being a priority when people feel inconvenienced or think their freedom is curtailed. I certainly fantasized about screaming out all my rage at any anti-masker I encountered. Would have felt amazing. Not gonna change minds that way though.
I don't understand what results they were expecting when taking this exact approach with their campaign. It's all call out culture language! The very thing that is making fandom a general nightmare for everyone right now! The very thing that watered social justice language down until you genuinely can't tell good actors from bad actors anymore.
How were people supposed to know different when their language, the language of the supporters and the language of their most infamous member are basically indistinguishable from the language of the bad actors.
They're tired, they're angry, they're just trying to enjoy fandom in peace. It's not their job to educate us, answer any questions or perform the emotional labour to handhold white fragile hands through confronting their internal biases.
Ok, then don't be an activist because that's kind of the job description.
The people EOTWR failed to connect with are just as tired, just as angry and have also never known peace in fandom.
They're not going to perform the emotional labour to check if this callout is genuine when it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck.
And they can just not reblog, simply not engage, just not react AT ALL because we're on the internet and block functions exist. And from what I have seen everyone who DID engage but had questions and concern was immediately suspect.
Perform more rage at them while not gaining enough support to make a blip on OTW's radar. Keep wondering why they feel in no hurry to even REPLY. They probably took one look at the Campaign and breathed a sigh of relief because THEY know their audience well enought to know exactly how this would go.
I don't get the circular logic here. They approached the community call out first, got the entirely expected backlash, doubled down on calling everybody out and then performed more outrage because the response proved what they were saying all along!!
So they KNEW they were asking a bunch of awful racists to implement anti-racist policies in an awful, racist organization and decided the best approach was... *gestures*
The counterarguments will be all about tone policing, respectability politics, etc.
But that's just a lot of noise from people who are embarassed that they fell flat on their faces with this. I'm sure it's also a lot of genuine disappointment that fellow fans seem to care about other fans welfare so little. I get that.
So I'll be on the lookout for another campaign that is willing to meet people where they're at and for arguments that actually speak to the target audience. I'll reblog that one.
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I'm sure some people did feel that way...
But this kind of "failed" campaign also operates how sending your cult members door-to-door does: it reaffirms that Outsiders are all Bad People who are against them and sucks them in tighter to the group. If someone's looking to recruit loyal followers, this is exactly how to do it.
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I think a lot of you don't understand the difference between "respectability politics" and "knowing your audience." A lot of the issue with respectability politics is the people who traffic in it don't think "unsavory" stuff should exist at all, even in places where you don't need to convince anybody. I'll use LGBTQ stuff as my example since that's a really clear one: the "respectability" crowd gets mad at how people dress in a pride parade, when the whole point of those parades is to celebrate LGBTQ people/culture in all its varieties and no one who needs to be "convinced" on LGBTQ rights is going to be attending a pride parade. But the assless chaps leather guy who marches in the parade isn't going to dress that way when advocating for equal employment protections for same-sex couples or hate crime legislation covering trans people at a meeting of the state house. That's what "knowing your audience" means. And every gay person who doesn't live in a bubble, or exclusively talk about this stuff online, knows that there's a difference between how you talk about your identity/relationships with your friends or in groups of other gay people vs. how you talk to older straight relatives or bosses, even liberal ones. Even a lot of the people yelling online know this, and talk to people in their regular lives -- whose opinions they care about, or at least have to pretend to care about in order to not get fired from their job or whatever -- differently than they do online. I've met Internet Tough Guys who are just as combative and picky in-person, but they're few and far between especially the older you get, and there's a reason for that.
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This is one of the ways that I think social media has become a huge problem for the left. A lot of how the left won hearts and minds in the past is by basically having a different argument -- and often different people making that argument -- for the moderates they needed to convince, vs. within their own ranks when people needed to be pushed further left. There's a great Andrea Dworkin quote (and you all know she hardly represents the "moderate" wing of feminism) that I often think about: “I have a really strong belief that any movement needs both radicals and liberals, you always need women who can walk into the room in the right way, talk in the right tone of voice, who have access to power. But you also need a bottom line." (The "bottom line" meaning that you can't be so focused on appeasement that you sacrifice the thing you're ultimately fighting for, your basic principles and goals.) Moderates and radicals are both necessary but they play different roles. I think the problem with social media is it's removed any of that filtering: everyone sees everything. And so while before there would be some Democratic Party operative or lobbying group ensuring that police reform was sold in a way that appeals to moderates, now everybody sees the people on Twitter yelling "ACAB" and "defund the police."
One thing in particular people have to get a whole lot better at -- and I admit, I've been prone to being bad about this in the past -- is how to deal with people "on the fence" about some issue. It’s really tempting on certain issues to just treat anyone "asking questions" as though they must be doing some trolling/sealioning gambit. And to be fair, that's because that is often the case on social media, and it can be a really easy way to lose hours of your time to some pointless, circular argument. But some of these questions are just... naturally going to be what people ask who aren't familiar with an issue. No one's saying that if you're currently in front of a harassment mob firing squad that you need to take time out of your day to assuage people who "aren't sure," and again, Twitter is just a particularly bad place to do any kind of "educating." There are places you can throw up a "101" type thing to direct someone to so you don't have to spend a lot of time doing that yourself (during the late 00s-early 10s "feminist blogosphere" peak, there was a "feminism 101 blog" that was specifically designed for that, links you could just toss at someone asking stuff like "well what about sexism against men" in your comments sections). You could just ignore them, even, if you're really not in the mood. But if you chew those people out, treat them like they're already lost causes, you can't be surprised if they get dejected and the other side picks up on that and radicalizes them.
The issue with that "filtering" is when the message never moves beyond that even after hearts and minds and more moderate goals have been won; arguably, that's been a lot of the history of the past 60 years in the U.S. with racial justice. But I don't think that the way Twitter works is the answer here. The only silver lining is that the same thing is also happening on the right, which has historically been way better at that "filtering" and at mastering the art of how you don't have to change a piece of legislation at all, just change how you sell it. It's a lot harder than it was in, say, 2005, for nice liberals and leftists to believe that the median Republican voter is a perfectly reasonable person who just has different values and can probably be convinced left with the right words, when that voter is screaming on social media about Hillary Clinton drinking baby's blood to keep young or about vaccines being the mark of the Beast
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Chapter Eleven 
Chapter Ten - Chapter Twelve
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Amsterdam, September 1809: Thirty Years Later
Amsterdam was surprisingly similar to Paris. At least that was what Aelin thought. The architecture may have been slightly different and it was smaller— definitely smaller. But there were elements that gave her a sense of familiarity as she wandered the streets, watching the people go by, the boats that sailed down the canals and the workers going to and from their jobs. Granted the canals took over a lot of the small, bustling city. But there were certainly elements of it that made Aelin feel like she was less of a stranger in this new place.
Late September had brought with it the colder weather. The rain had been settled here for a week now and had yet to break. But Aelin oddly found that this weather suited her best. She liked the slight chill in the air, the colours of the trees and the change that autumn brought around.
Because change was not something she had experienced in her own life for a while.
It had been twenty-nine years since she had lost Rowan, since she had lost her only child, Elias. It had only been twenty-nine years since Arobynn had died in a tragic accident and mysteriously gave her everything he owned— making her a very rich woman. Of course, she had not wanted to keep any of his houses or his business’, so she had given them all to Tern, on the condition that fifty percent of anything they made would go to her. Although being a woman made it difficult to actually keep this money, so she had contacted Dorian asking for his help— and he had been more than happy to oblige. Aelin never did question why Arobynn had left her everything, she also didn’t care when the police sat her down and gone through the circumstances of his death. When they had left her with their investigation findings she had ripped it up and threw them in the fire.
Good riddance.
Her mother and father had showered her with sympathy, letting her come home and stay for as long as she needed. But they didn’t know that she was not mourning the loss of Arobynn— but something much more precious. After a year of being there she had realised she was out-staying her welcome and had packed a small bag and caught the first boat sailing to France. There she had rented a little house by the sea. Where she spent her days walking and reading and learning the language, making friends with the locals and for the first time ever, feeling free.
Of course her freedom had come at the cost of her life in England. And she still mourned Rowan everyday— writing letters to him and then burning them in the fire.
The house had not been much, but it sat just off the beach in a prime location. It had peeling shutters and draughty windows but the bones were still good, and it was somewhere she could finally call her own. The inside had been even more simple— consisting of only two rooms— the first housing a bed, a small half broken bench and a chest of drawers with barely enough room to fit the minimal amount of things Aelin had brought with her. The second room had a big open fire, and a little circular wooden table which Aelin always made sure had a vase of freshly picked flowers on in the summer, and in the winter as many candles as she could get, giving the room more light.
After years of living in luxury, of being bought expensive clothes and sleeping in the softest beds, she liked the simplicity.
She had spent five years there. Occasionally sailing back to England to see her parents and collect the money from Tern. Although her visits had become less and less frequent until she had someone come to deliver the money to her instead.
Paris had been her next goal. When she had finally plucked up the courage to move there, she had been surprised by the city, but had fallen in love with it easily and quickly. She had taken Elena’s advice and she did search for that love she had had with Rowan. Courting different men, hoping she would find that same spark as before, but never coming close.
But when Paris had become too much, when there was too much unrest, her circle of friends dwindling; she had left.
Aelin liked France though. So she roamed the French countryside, moving from place to place for the next twenty-one years before realising there was nothing for her there anymore and bought a ticket to Amsterdam.
In her last ten years of living in France she had started to notice that something had changed. That thought her friends and the people around her were getting older and changing… she was not. Each year she celebrated her birthday, the number on her life was going up; but the woman in the mirror was staying the same. Her appearance remained unchanged as if she was still nineteen— her hair never greying, her skin smooth and soft. Of course she did not understand it at first and she thought that perhaps she had been cursed, or that she had a rare illness. But the longer she thought the more she came to think that perhaps the letter that Elena had left her had held more information than she originally thought.
Aelin still did not understand why this was happening to her— why Elena would want to curse her to a long life when she had nothing to live for. When at one point all Aelin had wanted to do was to die and join Rowan wherever he was. She racked her brain to think of why Elena had thought Aelin was the one who could survive this life that had been bestowed upon her— but she could never think of anything. She was just another person who had fallen in love with someone at the wrong time, another normal woman. But Elena had seen something in her that she hadn’t seen in herself and so here she was.
Wandering Amsterdam alone.
She stopped by a small bakery as she made her way back to her little apartment that overlooked the canal, buying a large helping of bread and some buns that she would no doubt demolish that evening. As she meandered back home she tried to dodge the men in a hurry and the women walking three in a row in the middle of the street. Her own pace was leisurely as she just admired the scenery around her.
The street that her apartment was down was quiet, the only people down there when she turned onto it was a neighbour who smiled at her. Aelin had never really spoken to them properly, their languages not overlapping, meaning the most they had been able to say was good morning and how are you. But they had all shown her kindness and she was grateful for that.
Aelin wasn’t sure how long she would remain in Amsterdam— after all there wasn’t anything here for her. But she could not return to her parents, there would be too many questions about her ageing. London held too many bitter memories and she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to return there. In some ways the world was her oyster. She had the money to go wherever she wanted to— thanks to her no good ex-husband.
She started up the rickety stairs to her front door and briefly turned around to watch the little row boat go past, laughter from the people on it reaching her.
The sound was nice. Aelin couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed like that.
She was about to turn away, ready to go inside and devour the bread in her hand, when she whipped her head towards them again; not sure if she was seeing what she thought she was. She rubbed her eyes and hurriedly came down the stairs to stop at the edge of the riverbed. The boat slowly floated past and everything in her body went still, her heart pausing its beating.
It couldn’t be.
She didn’t care about the neighbours asking if she was alright in broken English. She followed the boat down until she could go no further and then put a hand on her heart. It was real. She was still breathing and she had seen what she thought she had.
Rowan.
It was the unmistakeable white hair, the same strong build as when she had first met him. He looked exactly the same, down to sound of his laugh. Was this what Elena had planned? There was a moment where she wanted to call out for him, but whoever was looking out for her blessed her as Rowan glanced her way too.
She squinted a little to be sure— to confirm that it was not her son, that Elias hadn’t magically turned up in Amsterdam— but that it really was Rowan… her Rowan.
The two of them shared a brief stare and then he was turning around and leaning over to kiss the woman opposite. Aelin could feel her heart cracking again. Even though she had tried her hardest to turn it to stone. But she had not expected to see him again, not like this. All those years of searching for love like they had shared had been futile.
Because perhaps all this time she had really been searching for Rowan.
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Her night was long and restless. She rose before the sun and took her bread and a bun outside and perched on the riverbank, looking out to the water. She was certain it had been him in the boat. When their eyes had met she had felt it. The connection, the spark of something. But there were so many questions swarming her brain. Why was he here, what was she supposed to do, was this the path she was supposed to take?
She should have tried to follow them yesterday, to find where he lived. To try and talk to him. But she had been too in shock to move; to do anything other than stare at his retreating figure.
Plus he was with another woman.
The universe really did love to play sick jokes on her. First she was married, now it seemed that he was with another woman and she would not get the chance to talk to him. She sighed sadly and looked to the sky, the stars slowly blinking out one by one as the sun finally began to rise.
“What am I supposed to do Elena?” She whispered to those sparkling orbs so far away. They continued to disappear and she swallowed the lump in her throat; the universe was not going to help her today.
She took a bite of her food and leant back on one of her hands. She let the wind blow her hair around her face and she shivered at the chill in the air; but she remained there. Watching the leaves twirl and dance as they fell to the river and floated gently away. A part of her wished she could follow them— float away into the sea and let the dark waters take her.
“You will get cold sitting there.” A male voice spoke to her in dutch.
Aelin jumped at the sound and turned. The bread in her hand fell to the floor and she hastily stood. There was a moment of silence as she took him in. The same green eyes, the same muscled arms and tall frame. He even had the same scar above his eyebrow from training in the army. He was here… in front of her. She had been sure that the last time was the last time. That him in Brighton was going to be the final memory she would get— but he was here.
“Sorry if I startled you.” He laughed, speaking in dutch again. Aelin only picked up a few words though.
“I don’t speak dutch very well.” She replied in English, her head barely able to function, her words slow and wobbling. But he almost seemed relieved when she spoke and then he extended his hand to her. She took it shakily and tried not to hold too tightly, to not give away her uneasiness or familiarity.
“It’s unusual for me to meet a fellow Englishman— or woman.” Rowan laughed.
Aelin smiled too, memorising the way his face lit up— saving it into her brain, never wanting to forget it again. “Yes, there aren’t too many of us here.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you a moment ago. I did not think about how it might frighten you.”
Aelin laughed quietly. “I was not expecting anyone else to be out at this hour. But your apology is greatly appreciated.” They surveyed each other for a moment before Aelin spoke again, “I owe you an apology for staring at you yesterday… I thought I knew you.” She wanted him to say he thought he knew her too— that he had been waiting for her to make the first move. But he just smiled at her, and shook his head.
“Easy mistake to make, especially from that distance,” he gestured to the river, “I’m Edward Moore. If that name means anything to you.”
Aelin’s heart sank again. So he wasn’t Rowan… she didn’t even know if he was the same person as he had been last time. Had he died and been reborn? Perhaps he had amnesia and had began a new life— but that can’t be right. He didn’t look any older than before, and if he had been given the same life as Aelin then he would remember her. But he didn’t.
“Aelin Galathynius. It’s nice to meet you.”
Rowan— or rather, Edward— smiled. “What brought you to Amsterdam?” He asked.
She shrugged slightly. “It was time I moved, I suppose. I picked the first ship leaving and got on it.” Lies. But there was no point in telling him the truth.
Edward seemed to mull over his response. “You are not married?”
Of course that would be the question he would ask. Not for his own benefit, but because it was unusual for a woman to travel alone. She had received the same interrogation from the landlord, only appeasing him when she had given him six months rent up front.
“No, I am not married.” She said hesitantly.
They lapsed into quiet again. The wind picking up and blowing the leaves up around them. Aelin held onto the skirts of her dress and glanced around. A boat was making it’s way down the river and she smiled at the person rowing before turning back to Rowan— Edward.
“What about you? What brings you to this city.”
Rowan seemed to soften, his features relaxing and his eyes sparkling. “My wife’s father is from here, we are visiting before going to Lyon where she is from originally. We are recently married and are deciding on where to settle.”
Aelin held back the tears. It seemed that even in this version of his life they were destined to not be together. And she should have known, she should have guessed that it would not be that easy. But it still hurt.
“Congratulations on your recent wedding.” She tried to smile brightly. But she knew that to anyone who really knew her, the smile wouldn’t have reached her eyes.
Rowan thanked her and glanced behind him. “I should return home soon. I just came by to… to see if I knew you too.”
Something in her warmed at those words. It was not just her. Something in Rowan had been triggered too and he had wanted to see her. It was far from the perfect meeting she had dreamed about. Although she had not dreamed of meeting him on this earth ever again; so she probably should be grateful that she got even a few minutes with him— even if it wasn’t really him. Aelin should be thankful that after almost thirty years of pining and missing him desperately, she got something at all— even a brief exchange of pleasantries and a goodbye.
But it hurt more than she would care to admit. That after thirty years her heart still yearned for him just as it had before. That she could look at him and feel all the love and adoration, she could feel her soul calling to his. As if no days had passed.
“Take care, Aelin.”
Aelin held onto her name from his lips. She memorised the sound of it and tucked it away into her heart. Something to remember him by when life was too much and the force of missing him was too hard to bear. She memorised his eyes, his lips, his nose. Trying to keep as much of him inside her mind as possible; because who knew how long it would be until she would meet him again— if she would meet him again.
So she faked a smile and gathered her sorrow, placing it deep inside. “It was nice meeting you. Congratulations again, I hope you have a long and happy marriage.”
Rowan seemed to hesitate. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else then shut it again. He only nodded at her before turning right around and disappearing onto the streets.
Aelin stared at where he had gone for far too long. She could barely move by the time her neighbour had come down and tapped her on the shoulder. She smiled gratefully at their interruption and took one last opportunity to glance at where he had left before picking up her uneaten food and finally returning back inside.
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Aelin stayed in Amsterdam until she no longer felt his presence.
It might have been considered strange to most people, and she had even tried to stop herself doing it; but she scoured the newspapers for news of Rowan (or rather Edward). She traced him to an address and frequented it on her walks during the day. She followed him to the docks where she saw him board a ship with his wife. Her hands had been resting on her stomach and Rowan had looked at her with such devotion, Aelin could hardly bear it.
When the autumn had given way to the darkness of winter she had made the choice to leave. She was unsure where, but anywhere was better than this. Anywhere would be better than this place that was just another reminder of him, and of what she had lost… again. She didn’t know what game Elena had been playing. Aelin didn’t know whether this was the last time she would see Rowan, maybe now she could age with the world and meet him in the afterlife. But she had to be prepared for the chance that this was her fate now; never ageing, never moving forward. Stuck as she was until the end of time.
It was only two weeks later when she discovered the ship Rowan had been on had sunk.
There had been no survivors.
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