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moon-rivr · 4 months

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still beating

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: cheating, pregnancy, mention of abortion, brief mention of sex, asshole mig, and angst

author’s note: i had the urge to write some angst but i’ll be getting back to requests after this one. idk if i wanna make a second part yet 😭

word count: 4.1K

You felt your heart wrench in your chest, the pieces slowly starting to shatter when you opened the door to see Miguel with another woman in your bed. The container of cookies that you'd been planning on surprising him with fell to the floor, crumbs clattering all over the floor beneath your feet. All you could do was just stare in horror as the man who claimed he loved you thrusted into another woman with a newfound vigor that he never seemed to have with you.

You looked over at the woman bouncing on his cock like there's no tomorrow, your eyes widening at the realization of who she was. She was one of the recruits who'd been too flirty with your man, batting her lashes and trailing her hand up his arm every time he was in her vicinity. You'd expressed your concerns to him, getting pushed away with a laugh and a kiss on the cheek. "Come on, she's just an apprentice. Tu sabes que nomas tengo ojos para ti," he used to tell you and you willingly believed the words. (you know i only have eyes for you)

The first time that you noticed him acting weirdly was in a mission against one of the vulture variants, taking the extra time to make sure that she was doing okay. He'd helped her in a way that he'd never helped other recruits, not even you when you were starting out. He spoke to her in a reassuring manner, assuring her that the fate of the multiverse didn't lie solely on her mistakes. It was a clear contrast from the way that he used to teach you, telling you that your mistakes could cost the lives of thousands and even ruin the delicate equilibrium between the universes. You wanted to assure yourself that you were being jealous just because of the way that you acquired a relationship with him, but you couldn't help but notice the longing glances that she gave him.

"Miguel, I don't trust that recruit. She looks at you like a love sick puppy," you told him, hoping that he would take your feelings into consideration and create some distance between them. “You're overreacting, mi amor. You know that there's nobody that could make me feel the same way that you did. I even left my ex-girlfriend for you, so why do you think that I would give that up?" He responded, holding your chin in his grasp as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Are you even listening to me? I’m not saying that i'm worried about you, I'm just worried about the way that she keeps looking at you," you tried to elaborate but he simply ordered you to get back to work.

You could see the way that she dumbed herself down to receive more help from Miguel, shooting a wink in your direction every time that she managed to pry him away from you. You felt powerless, unable to prove the fact that the woman was obviously feeling an amount of attraction towards Miguel. Even if you could prove it, you weren't too sure that he would even care about how you felt towards the situation. So you simply pushed every red flag that came your way, silently hoping that she wouldn't be stupid to try anything with him. You could see the carefully crafted walls he'd built around himself crumbling with every giggle that came out of her mouth, your hopes only slowing down what seemed to be the inevitable.

The conversation of cheating had come up once between your friend group, and in between laughter, you stated that you would simply beat both his and her ass for even thinking about doing that. All you could do now though, was stare in horror as the woman's walls clenched around your boyfriend every time that she moved up and down his cock. "Are you gonna stare or are you gonna join us?" The high pitched moan of the girl and Miguel's words snapped you from your thoughts, your face void from any expression. While you were planning on taking your misery out on a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream later on, you refused to let them see how much it affected you.

"Why would you do this to me?" You asked him, completely dumbfounded at the events taking place. You hated the way that your voice sounded, so small and broken, expecting yourself to let your anger seep through with every word uttered. "You led me to this situation. Been denying me for so long that I had to take manners into my own hands," he responded, his thrusts halting to a stop once he took the chance to look at you. You let out a small scoff, surprised by the amount of audacity he held despite the fact he'd just been caught having an indiscretion. "I led you to this? You cannot be serious right now."

He tapped the woman's leg, getting her off him as she reached over to cover herself with no shame in her expression. "Look baby, I can forgive you denying me the opportunity to have sex with you if you're willing to forget about this little.. incident," he told you, standing up and taking your chin so you'd look up at him. You couldn't help it though, the moment that you looked into his eyes, you no longer saw the man that you'd once fallen in love with but instead the expression of pleasure that was contorted on his face when you stepped in. "Forgive me? Did you hit your head standing up? I don't want anything to do with you."

"I was the best thing that ever happened to you, don't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Give it a second thought, nena. You know you can't find someone like me anymore," you heard behind you while your hand lingered on the doorknob, about to exit the scene. "Think about it clearly. Who do you think is going to love you the same way that I did?" He added salt to the injury, painting you as someone unlovable. "Now you're being the delusional one for thinking that I want to find someone like you ever again," you responded, shutting the door with more force than necessary on your way out. You heard a loud groan behind you, the scuffling sounds of clothes being tossed around.

A part of you selfishly longed that he would come chase after you, get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness so you waited outside to see if the door would open. You weren't sure if you were expecting an apology for being taken like a fool or for the act that had taken place, but that didn't stop you from wanting him to tell you that he was sorry. The door remained locked, the volume of the moans rising in intensity like they knew you were still out there. Rain started to pour but as much as you wanted to move, your feet remained stuck in the ground like cement. You just wanted him to say the words 'I'm sorry' but the only thing that you received standing there was hearing him say, "Ay Dios, such a good pussy. Unlike anything I've had before."

Only when you were across the street from his house is that you allowed yourself the opportunity to cry, for everything that you longed for and would never obtain again. You couldn't help but blame yourself the slightest bit, for wanting to trust the words of a renowned cheater so badly. Even though your relationship with him essentially started the same way, going from being a fresh recruit at the spider society to snaking your way under Miguel's bedsheets every time you got the chance. The excitement of getting caught by his girlfriend at the time was too much for you to want to stop the affair the two of you were in, and you couldn't help but fall in love with him with every caress and whisper he shared with you.

You wanted to believe so badly that he was right, that you weren't anything like any of his previous girlfriends and that you were something special to him. It was one of the reasons that you forced yourself to be that exciting new prospect for miguel, pushing yourself past your limits just for the sake of keeping him interested in you. And now you had nothing to prove for the fact that you'd been with him apart from the pregnancy test in the pocket of your hoodie. You'd gone over to his place to tell him that you were pregnant, the frosting on the cookies that you were wielding spelling out the words.

As you got back home, you couldn't help the thoughts that were tormenting your brain since you'd left. You started doing a re-run of the relationship that you had with Miguel, starting to wonder where it was that it all went wrong. What he said was true, you had been denying him sex for a while now but you'd been so tired coming back from missions lately. There'd been a surplus of anomalies to deal with, the numbers only starting to decrease today. You'd hoped that he would be understanding since he was the one who was assigning these missions, but the hope was short lived.

You tried to think about the events that led up to this, trying to look at things from a normal perspective rather than the rose-colored perspective you were happily living in. You noticed him acting a bit strangely, but you'd dismissed it due to him being stressed with the vast quantities of anomalies that he had to deal with. You remembered offering him a blowjob a week ago while on a phone call, wanting to spend some time with him at his office before the two of you got too busy. He'd rejected your offer, light giggles coming from the distance. You realized that they were having fun at your expense, having gone through with the affair at least for a week now.

Entering your apartment felt like a stab in your heart since you'd lit up a candle that he'd taken a liking to before you left, the lingering aroma only providing you with memories of the relationship. Your sheets still weirdly smelled like remnants of his cologne, the smell of his shampoo lingering onto the pillow next to yours. As much as you tried not to think about him too much, every single thing in your apartment only reminded you and the relationship. Even the clothes in your closet were mixed around with his, the scent of his body wash from when he'd stayed over sticking to your clothes.

Showing up to work the next day felt more of an obligation that something that you used to look forward to, stares from your fellow spiders following you throughout the building. You'd done your best to ignore them when you were starting out with Miguel, ignoring their glares and their whispered voices as they called you a 'homewrecker.' Now that you didn't have Miguel's reassuring presence, you were solely depending on your ability to be able to ignore them. They all stared at you the same way that you felt, like a toy that had just finished fulfilling its use and was now tossed off to the side.

You weren't sure if it was the morning sickness or the fact that the recruit had her hand wrapped around Miguel's arm as he started to give the report on what to do today but just the mere sight of it had you wanting to throw up. Your eyes locked with Miguel, a small flash of guilt appearing on his features before his face contorted back to its normal state. You almost wanted to roll your eyes as the recruit batted her lashes up at him, staring at him like he held all the answers but you were pretty certain that you used to look at him the same way. Some of the other spider recruits turned to look at you at the sight and you could only wish that the earth would swallow you alive.

Coming back from your mission didn't provide you with the comfort that you'd needed, your forehead bleeding from a small gash that you'd gotten fighting. You'd been so focused on other aspects of your life to notice the piece of rubble that was aimed straight for your head. Luckily enough, one of the many Peters was present to warn you about it and the piece only managed to scratch you up slightly. You sat down at the nurse's table, noticing her eyes widen slightly at the sight of you but she quickly suppressed the surprise on her face. She applied some alcohol on the wound and cleaned it up, trusting your healing to do the rest.

You walked down the halls of the society to go to the cafeteria, having a bit of a craving for a burger. Seeing Miguel walking on the other side of the hall made you hold a breath, your footsteps getting faster. You figured that you were getting these dirty looks because they wouldn't dare do to that their boss, but the admiration on the rest of the spiders' face was starting to get ridiculous. "Miguellll, hi baby!" The woman from earlier announced, slotting herself next to him. You felt tears starting to sting when you saw him wrap his arm around her shoulders, holding her close the same way that he used to do to you.

The thoughts of having an abortion circulated through your brain while you sat alone, angrily biting into the burger with Miguel's face on it. While you doubted the ability of actually being able to go through this pregnancy by yourself, the thought of getting rid of the fetus just seemed too drastic to actually go through. Or at least, that was what you established as the main reason behind continuing with the pregnancy. The truth was, that despite everything that Miguel had done to you, you couldn't help but want a small piece of him with you. The idea of even having the slightest bit of him reflected on the baby was just enough for you to push those thoughts away.

You felt dirty sitting down on the floors of the bathroom, your head buried into your hands as you stifled the sobs threatening to come out through your throat. You looked up when someone knocked on the door, wiping away the tears dripping down your cheeks as you stood up. “I didn't mean to disturb but I was just wondering if you were okay," Gwen told you, standing there awkwardly with her hands in her pocket. You'd never focused too much on trying to build a relationship with any of your co-workers, stuck in the belief that you didn't care what anyone thought about you as long as you had Miguel so you appreciated the bit of kindness that she had to share.

"Not really," you offered, wiping your face so as to not appear too disheveled in front of her. "Would you like to talk about it?" She then asked you, looking a bit uncomfortable to be stuck playing therapist. Lucky for her, you didn't feel like explaining that the reason that you felt so upset was that your boyfriend had cheated on you. "Not really," you repeated, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly as another Spider-Woman came into the bathroom. You'd expected Gwen to walk off after that but the girl simply looked at you with understanding, realizing that you couldn't put the way that you were feeling into words yet. "Me and Hobie were actually about to go practice guitar for a little while, but there's a drum kit if you want to try that out."

Hitting a drum until most of your frustrations faded away seemed like a healthier coping mechanism than your usual ones, so you agreed and went with Gwen into her dimension. Gwen and Hobie had left to a secluded area to practice their guitar in peace, leaving you alone with your thoughts and sticks in your hands. While the sounds that were being elicited by your fury weren't exactly melodic, the drum certainly provided you with a feeling of peace with every smack that you took. The sounds of the strings of the guitar melted in with the off pitch sound of the drums, the sound of chaos weirdly providing you with the relief that you needed.

You'd been hitting the drums for what seemed to be forever, losing yourself into the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins when Gwen stepped in through the door. "Sorry to disturb your sesh, it seemed like you were really getting it on in there but we have to head back. Something about a mission, you okay to get back on your own?" Gwen asked you, standing by the doorframe as she peeked her head into the room. "I think I'll stay for a little while, but thank you for offering. I appreciate you for letting me crash here," you responded, stopping so she could hear you properly. After a couple minutes that Gwen had left, you departed as well since you'd felt that you'd gotten the relief that you needed.

You tried your best to get yourself to hate him, burning his clothes and ripping every photograph of the two of you but no matter how much you tried, you couldn't get yourself to hate him. It'd be easier for yourself if you could, because hating him seemed like the better alternative than loving him to the point it was starting to hurt you. But the truth was, that even if you could've predicted what happened between the both of you, you're not too sure that you would do anything different regardless. While you despised feeling like a discarded piece of trash, the amount of happiness that he provided you for the time he did was too euphoric for you to give up.

You were planning on just to relax after finishing up with the task of getting rid of his stuff, a knock on your door putting all your plan to a halt. You opened the door to see Miguel standing there, his arms folded across his chest with an uncomfortable expression. "Come in," you mumbled, stepping back and opening the door wider so he could come in. You figured that you were at least due for an explanation so you were willing to open the door just to get the closure that your poor heart needed. He came into the house, maneuvering his way the same way he used to do. You stood at the door in a bit of shock, closing the door and standing at a distance from him.

"I wanted to come here and apologize to you. I shouldn't have cheated on you and i'm deeply sorry for any hurt that I might've caused you," he spoke up after a couple seconds, his apology sounding like something rehearsed. You stayed quiet, gesturing for him to continue as you let the words seep in. "And for the way that I talked to you, it wasn't right of me to disrespect you. I don't know what you want me to say though, you knew that I was a cheater when I first met you and even if I wanted to stop, I can't," he added, his figure looming over yours in the small apartment. You couldn't help the small scoff that escaped from your throat once he finished talking.

"You couldn't stop your cheating tendencies just because you're wired that way, are you serious?" You asked him, your voice slightly raising as you walked closer. "I should've known that chasing a relationship with you would've ended the same way as always and I'm sorry. You were always too good to me," he responded, looking everywhere in the room except for your face. "No, you don't get to do this. You don't get to come into my house and paint yourself as the victim. Take some accountability for once in your damn life!" You screamed at him, unable to keep the rage brewing inside of you at bay.

"Fine, you want me to take accountability? The truth is that I got bored. I got bored in the same monotony that we were living in and I sought out for that type of excitement that you'd given me when we started out. There was nothing wrong with you, nothing wrong with you denying me sex either. It was just me needing to do something stupid and reckless," he spoke up after a while, finally looking at you in the eye. You let out a small sigh of relief, finding some solace in the fact that he was finally being honest with you without using any manipulation tactics. "You could've communicated that with me, y'know? We could've worked something out."

Miguel took a deep breath, almost like he hadn't given any thought to the alternative solutions available. "I took the easy out and I'm sorry for that. I also wanted to detach myself from you, I didn't want any interference in what your canon event would be," he added, making you lose all hope for the progress that the two of you had made so far. You knew how much he prioritized the maintaining of the canon, but you weren't expecting for him to use it to justify his cheating. "You can't be serious right now. I don't want you to excuse your cheating. I just want you to give me an explanation," you told him, speaking much quieter than last time.

"There is no other explanation apart from the fact that I was just simply bored and she provided me with the relief that I was seeking. Truth is, I can't even stand her that much. If I could've guessed that it would hurt you this badly, I wouldn't have bothered to do it," he played with his hands as he spoke, seemingly nervous. "Guess it was my form of karma," you muttered, a dry chuckle eliciting from your throat as you looked away. "Mira, I know that nothing I do is going to remove the fact that I cheated on you. But I do want you to give me another chance, please. I promise that we could make this work this time, I promise that if I try hard enough I could fall in love with you again," he told you, the words making your eyes widen.

It felt futile trying to deny yourself that Miguel had given you a new experience to relationships, allowing you to lose yourself in him and the time that you spent together. But the more that you thought about it, the more that you realized that you couldn't go back to him no matter how much you wanted to. You craved the intimacy that he once had given you, but even as you looked at him now, you couldn't stop picturing the woman that'd been on top of him just a couple days prior. The decision wasn't made for your sake, more so for the sake of the way that this turbulent relationship would affect the unborn child.

"I never had to try to love you, Miguel," you simply told him, your heart shattering even more with every second that passed. "I'm sorry but I can't do that. I’ll always appreciate everything that you showed me and everything that you did for me, and I'll always love you at some degree even if I try not to. But I can't be in a relationship with you now," you added, seeing his expression darken a bit at being rejected. "I'm not asking for you to be in a relationship with you, but I am asking you to give you a chance. Please, te lo suplico," he told you, getting on his knees as he held your hands in between his. (i beg of you) He leaned in his head towards your stomach, looking at you with such a vulnerability in his eyes. It took you a lot of self-restraint to be able to deny him, especially when he put himself in this position. "Please just go."

After he left your apartment, you felt a sort of weight lift up from your shoulders at the relief that things had gone moderately well between the two of you given the circumstances. As much as you wanted to get back into the dating world to help you get over the love that remained for Miguel, you knew deep down that you would only be dating solely to replicate the feelings that you experienced with him. The fact that he told you that he could love you if he tried hard enough stuck with you, your hands gripping around the teddy bear you were holding with more force. But despite the short lived anger that you'd felt towards him, you felt some peace knowing his reasoning for the indiscretion wasn’t out of spite for you.

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 11 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝(��)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (Pre-Established Relationship)

Summary: Every so often, Miguel would simply disappear without a trace, getting lost in his own head. This time around you were determined to not let him be alone. Not on a day like today. (Hurt/Comfort)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of loss. A lil angsty but soft (you know me :3)

“Hey, where’s Miguel?” you ask Jess as you walk into the dining hall. “I haven’t seen him all day, I need to go over mission reports with him but he wasn’t even in the monitoring room.”

Jess only shrugs, grabbing a bottle of water.

“Haven’t seen him either, he does that sometimes you know. Just disappears for a little while, he’s never told me why,” she replies. “It’d do you good to leave him alone, he’s been on edge all week.”

You cringe slightly as you think back to Monday when he hurled a mission folder at the wall after a new recruit had messed up, he refused to talk to anyone but Lyla that day.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a small smile, but Jess only looks at you knowingly.

“No you won’t,” she eyes you up and down.

“Oh, ye of little faith,” you reply, walking off. “See you later, Jess!”

As you walk through the halls, you begin to wonder what could be up with the leader of the Spider Society. While the two of you weren’t the closest, he trusted you more than he did most people here. Granted a lot of them were new, hell, the society itself had only been created a few months ago so it made sense.

But still.

Pulling out your phone, you glance at the date; ‘June 11th’. All of a sudden your face falls as you recognize the significance of today.

When Miguel had first talked to you about the Spiderverse, and his mission to protect each and every multiverse and its canon events he had shown you the consequences of not ensuring everything progressed as it needed.

He had gotten so mad at you that day because you refused to follow his cause simply because he had told you to. It just didn’t make sense to you how a single event, a single choice could cause the elimination of an entire universe.

That’s when he showed you himself the consequences of those minute choices. You watched in horror as Lyla projected the downfall of the universe he had travelled to. How all those people simply…disappeared without a trace.

At the corner of the screen, a single date; 06/11/2020.

You had to find him.

Finding him was much easier said than done. Clearly, he wasn’t anywhere at HQ so you start looking around his universe, places he mentioned in passing, places you thought he might like. For a few hours you search to no avail, and before long the sun was beginning to set.

The tiredness was starting to settle into your bones. Maybe this was the universe telling you to back off, for your own good.

That was until out of the corner of your eye you see a single blue speck on the edge of the tallest building in Nueva York. Call it intuition, or maybe your spidey sense but the moment you spot it you knew it was him.

Immediately you begin making your way over, slinging across the city, building to building. You never got sick of this feeling; you couldn’t place a finger on what it was. Freedom? Maybe. All you knew was that as the wind whipped by, cities and skylines in your view, that was when you were at your happiest.

But before long you begin to falter.

What would you even say to him? What could you say? ‘Oh hey, sorry about your old universe. Wanna talk about it?’ Miguel wasn’t one to just talk, especially about something as vulnerable as how he was feeling.

But…he also didn’t deserve to be alone either.

Reaching the top of the building, you huff slightly as you try to catch your breath (superhuman powers be damned, you try scaling a building).

There at the top, you see his broad shoulders hunched over, curled in on himself as his legs dangle off the side of the ledge. Then his back straightens as he senses you, whirling around with an irritated expression on his face.

“What are you doing here,” he says sharply, eyes narrowed in your direction. You have to fight the urge to shrink down in your spot under his gaze. “The whole point of someone disappearing without a word is usually because they want to be alone.”

“Or they just don’t know how to ask for help, so instead they wallow in their pain and force themselves to be alone because they think they can’t depend on anyone else but themselves,” you counter.

He only scoffs, turning away from you.

“I didn’t ask for a psychoanalysis, go be a therapist to someone who actually wants one,” he says, but you both knew the truth; he would rather die than depend on anyone but himself.

“I’m just saying,” you mutter, sitting down by his side much to his dismay. “I mean, I would know.” And it was true, you did. Always a listener to everyone else’s problems, the last thing you wanted to be was a burden. So before you could be, you slinked away to hide in the comfort of yourself.

He doesn’t say anything to that, opting to continue looking down at the city below. Softly, you sigh.

“I…I think I know why you’re here,” you say hesitantly, and immediately he visibly tenses before glaring at you.

“You don’t know anything,” he says lowly, daring you to say anything more, and despite everything in you screaming to turn away, to stop now, you continued.

“We’ve all gone through loss here, Miguel…” you whisper. “I understand.”

“You have no idea what loss is,” he says sharply, talons digging into the edge of the roof. “To watch as an entire world, an entire universe fall apart in the palm of your hand.” His voice cracks almost imperceptibly at that, but you notice. You always do.

“You have no idea what it’s like to see the ones you love most disintegrate because of your own actions, so you don’t get to say anything,” he seethes, his blood-red eyes darkened.

“You know damn fucking well we’ve all lost people Miguel, some more than others but the pain of loss accompanies all of us,” you say, feeling the anger rise in you as he blatantly brushes off everything you and the rest of the Spider Society of gone through. What everyone had to go to, to follow the canon he valued so greatly. But you don’t let it reach the edge, instead, you take a deep breath.

“Look, what I’ve been trying to say is that it's difficult to carry the weight of the world, let alone the weight of millions upon millions of multiverses. All I’m saying is that you don’t always have to do it alone,” you finish softly.

Hesitantly, you reach out for his hand with your own, but pull it back at the last second when he glances down at it.

Letting out a sigh, you continue.

“You don’t always have to keep it to yourself y’know,” you urge gently. “I may not have the power to bring them back, or the solutions to your problems, but I am always here to listen. As to whether you are willing to share, well, that’s up to you.”

For a moment he doesn’t say anything, instead only watching the sun as it sets on the horizon. Then, he seems to contemplate something for a split second before he leans his head on yours.

“I know,” he says quietly, and you feel your heart skip a beat, growing steadily in rhythm as something unfamiliar blooms in you.

“…thank you,” he says, pausing as though he was going to say something more but decides against it. Instead, he only looks into your eyes for a moment as you look into his.

What you find are the unsaid words that someday, he might be able to say.

“Let’s get back to base.”

A/N: Hi! Back again, sorry this is so different from my past two Miguel works, but I came up with this idea at work (oops) and had to get it down on paper. Hope you enjoyed~ (And don't worry, more fluff is coming soon :3)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse #marvel

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gatorbites-imagines · 10 months

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Now imagine this...

What if... Reader were miles spouse right? (Male/gn)

And Prowler miles spouse (reader) died right.and when reader and miles met prowler miles, Would they. A. fight over reader. B. prowler would force reader to be with him and C. they share. (WHICH i highly doubt.)

And prowler is a bit of a yandere (if thtas alright)

What do you think? Can you make either a fanfic/headcanon/scenario? If you don't mind of course :))

-🥚anon

Miles Morales and Miles G x Black Cat Male Reader

Headcanons

Both Miles are aged up in this scenario, giving miles more time to be Spiderman. I hope I got the yandere part right hehe.

I just love Black Cat, so i had too. Let me know if you guys wanna hear about my Kraven Reader or Venom reader ideas ;3c i have so many ideas about the reader being based on spiderman villains.

You were earth 1610s Black Cat. You had grown up side by side with Miles, and as you grew up your body developed the meta-gene, causing you to gain the ability to affect probability fields to others. Aka, you are able to give people bad luck.

You didn’t quite like using your powers too much, and one of the few people who knew about it was Miles. You couldn’t help but use it on bad people though, like bullies or abusers.

You hadn’t always been Black Cat, but after your parents had a horrible divorce and you were abandoned with your mother with your father leaving with all the family’s money, you turned towards the world of crime.

The Morales family had of course offered to help your mother as she struggled, but she was too proud to accept it. Rio and Jeff ended up helping in ways she wouldn’t be able to turn down, like bringing you guys meals, or giving you Miles’s old clothes.

The new Spiderman hadn’t been around long before you became the Black Cat, and you two developed a relationship similar to Peter and Felecia. Lotsa flirting and chasing each other around the city with games and puzzles.

Of course, neither of you told each other your secret identities, wanting to keep the other safe.

Then one night when you were out stealing an expensive artifact, spiderman hung upside down from his webs and tsked at you, telling you to put the artifact back. Of course, with your relationship being so flirty, you tell him you’ll do it for a kiss.

And to both your surprise and miles’, he actually does it. he pulls his mask up enough to reveal his lips, and you two have a spiderman kiss right then and there.

Its only after you pulls away that you realize you recognize those lips, since you’ve always carried a flame for your best friend. One thing leads to another, and you put back the artifact and have spiderman chase you onto the roof where you take your mask off.

You both end up taking your masks off and revealing your identities to one another. It leads to a very long conversation why you both do what you do, and how it doesn’t change your relationship from what it was before.

That is until Miles ends up confessing that has always liked you a whole lot, both as Miles and Spiderman. When you shyly tell him you feel the same, he doesn’t believe it at first, until you kiss him again.

After that you two start dating, much to your parents joy, as they’ve always known you two had a thing for one another. Of course, Black Cat still steals, and Spiderman still tries to stop him, but if Black Cat starts only stealing from the corrupt, who’s gonna connect the dots?

Then everything with the multiverse happens, except you follow Miles through the portal, thanks to a gadget you’ve created that helps you become invisible and untrackable. You also have a grappling gun you use similar to webbing, so you can swing from the spider alliance.

When you reveal yourself to help Miles escape, a lot of the spider people are shocked, because they have their own Black Cat, that they have a relationship with of some sort. This allows you and Miles a headstart.

During the chase you use your meta powers on the people chasing you as well, making a lot of them trip or fumble, or be affected in other ways by bad luck.

When you end up on earth 42 neither of you realize it, too focused on saving Jeff to notice until its too late. You have a bad vibe, and stay hidden when Aaron arrives, following the two up onto the roof.

Miles G is able to see you even though you are invisible, thanks to the prowler gadgets, so both you and Miles are knocked out, and brought back to Aaron’s apartment since you’re both too distracted looking at the mural, which features both Jeff and you.

You were wearing your mask when you and Miles got caught, so when Miles G unmasks you back in Aaron’s apartment be drops it onto the floor almost immediately.

Miles G doesn’t know how to react to seeing your face again, Aaron has to get his attention because he’s just staring at you, maybe caressing your cheek so carefully with the clawed prowler gauntlets.

Miles G knows you aren’t his version of you, as you never had the chance to become Black Cat in this universe, having died too early to use your powers to start stealing. Your parents still divorced in this universe, but they used your death as the main reason.

Miles G grows a little obsessed with keeping you, as he doesn’t want to lose you again. Aaron just shakes his head as he watches his nephew dress you out of your Black Cat gear and into some of the clothes Miles G owns, because the you of earth 42 always wore his clothes.

Hed place you on the couch in the room, not wanting to lose sight of you, but also to maybe convince you that his doppelganger isn’t good enough, and you’ll want to stay with Miles G.

Miles would wake up first thanks to his accelerated healing, and the scene happens like in the movie where he tries to convince Aaron to free him, and he meets Miles G. That’s when Miles realizes you aren’t there and starts to panic, until Miles G turns the punching bag so Miles can see you unconscious on the couch.

It would lead to anger and fear in Miles, him cursing at Miles G and demanding him to let you go and asking what the hell he did to you. When he learns Miles G undressed you when you were unconscious Miles gets enraged.

You would have woken up by then, but played unconscious, trying to figure out what to do in this situation since all your gear was taken from you. But before you can really cook up a plan, Miles breaks free and the two start to fight.

When Aaron tries to step in, you jump up and kick him unconscious. Thanks to all the running and parkour you do, you have a very strong kick, which knocks the guy out cold immediately.

Using Aarons gun you shoot it at Miles G, since he’s the obvious threat in your eyes, and Miles G looks completely betrayed at you turning on him. He’s convinced himself you’re his and would choose him, so seeing you choose Miles breaks his heart and enrages him.

The fighting would continue, and at some point, Miles G would have you in his arms held against his chest, claws wrapped around your throat and ready to tear it out if Miles tries anything.

Everything is frozen as Miles G kisses at your neck and nibbles at your ear, muttering almost obsessively about you and how he’s missed you so much, how much he loves you, how empty he’s felt since you died.

You can’t help but pity him, because he seems so broken and sad without his version of you around. That doesn’t make you wanna stay though, as you guys need to go save Jeff and go back to your own dimension.

And though it makes your heart hurt to do, you use this to your advantage. Miles Gs guard crumbles when you turn and kiss him, his hands coming up to cradle your face almost desperately, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on for dear life.

You can feel the claws dig into your face and draw blood, but the distraction works perfectly, and Miles is able to knock him unconscious. Miles might hit him a little too hard, but he would excuse it on adrenaline later.

After you guys tie the two up and you get your Black Cat gear back on, Miles would push you up against the wall and kiss the breath right out of your lungs. Everything that’s happened has him feeling possessive and like he needs to overwrite the kiss you had with Miles G earlier.

Before you guys leave you fold up the clothes Miles G made you wear, and because you heart aches for him since he’s a version of Miles, you kiss the top of his head and maybe even leave a video message on his phone.

Miles isn’t too happy about it, but he also feels a litter flustered because you love him so much you feel for any version of him, even the crazy ones.

After that you two leave the apartment to try and find a way back to your own earth. You wonder if the video message will have any future consequences, but you are too set on saving Jeff that you don’t really think about it.

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s-nacore · 11 months

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♡ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐭.02

WELCOME BACK EVERYONE, ITS PUSSYSLAYER 666- ok welcome back or hello new comers. We bringing back things to manifest since it did pretty successfully. Now let's go

Inspired by @starbursts777 (follow them👹)

❑. :: Robux/game currency

If you are lover for video games like I am, but broke or dont wanna put your money in the game. Well why not just manifest that you'll wake up with a boatload of *insert currency name*. Now you can all the nice shit, like perks, clothes,etc.

❑. :: Magical friend(s)/lovers

Imagine having a best friend who happens to be like a mermaid, vampire, magical girl/boy/enby(?), or even someone who knows how to go super sayian. Well why not manifest on meeting them. Them showing you how they live there lives, bonding with them, and maybe even fall for each other😳.

❑. :: popular tumblr/other social media

Ok so you want to create a popular blog or maybe outside account but it's not doing well. Well manifest for followers and interaction. You can also do things like being more active on the community and learning the algorithm (that helps alot too)

❑. :: your parents randomly get a butt load of money

Ok so you noticed your parents aren't doing well or/and want to give them something. So why not manifest them to receive fortune. Having a family that's rich will definitely make some things easier in life.

❑. :: portal to another world in your house

Ok so like imagine having a door in your house that leads to a complete other world, hell even an alternative universe. Like a fantasy land or maybe one of your drs. (Inspired by aphmau's inner demons)

❑. :: interdimensional search bar

We all know search engines like google, firefox, and bing. Well let me introduce you to astranet! A search engine that is connected all across the multiverse. It doesn't need wifi, and can literally answer anything....no like seriously anything.

❑. :: To be a mermaid,fairy,etc.

Ok so you know the whole thing with being friends or lovers with someone of supernatural/magical origin. Well why not you be that person instead. Feel what's it's like to be ones of those mystical beings.

❑. :: A whole new identity

Ok so what if you hate yourself- not like in the way of "oh I'm worthless and dont matter" but like in the way of that you dont like your current identity In this lifetime. And knowing you can literally do whatever you fucking want, why not just create a complete new identity. This can also apply with reality shifting as well.

#sanacore #loa blog #manifesting #reality shifting #law of assumption #law of attraction #thoughts #neville goddard #manifesation #things to manifest

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■□▪︎ Colorful Creations vs. Destructive Justice▪︎■□

{Yandere Miguel O'hara/Reader}

《Miguel O'hara with a Error!Reader or Ink!Reader?》

《{Error! Sans: Created by @/LoverofPiggies (aka CrayonQueen | Ink! Sans: Created by @/Comyet}》

Error! Sans: Originally a version of Geno of After Genocide, he fell into a dimension between Universes and became glitched beyond repair. He now dedicates his life to cleanse the Multiverse of Anomalies, even if it means destroying all of the AUs and Out!

"നⅰဌՍᕦ⎜!!!" Your voice screeches out. Your glitched form appears in his office, scarring newcomers when seeing you, along with hearing...

Descending down with your strings, your glitching form scares and unnerved one of the younger Spider-Man, also known to you as one the "Anomalies".

You laugh at the thought, finding it funny that the whole "spider-society" singled only one of its members.

They all were Anomalies. All of them.

"Meirda.." Miguel softly cusses when seeing you. "(Y/N).." He starts off, but you interrupt with one of your strings takes hold of "Anomalie 42".

You were pissed, knowing the truce you and Miguel held was close to shambles.

You let 42 go after your close look. Eyeing Miguel as you huff, your strings cradling you as you watch him explain.

Ink Sans: Ink Sans is a Sans who exists outside of timelines to help aid artists in the creations of new AUs. He is capable of drawing anything and bringing it to life (outside of already deceased people).

"Miguel~!" You appear from one of your ink portals, excitedly jumping towards him. Before noticing the other "spiders," you light up!

Cheery and kind, you go over to the "spideys", shaking their hands and eyeing their costumes and color palates.

Then noticing "Anomalie 42", bouncing over to the young spider, happily questioning him and talking about the adventure you saw of his.

Miguel scoffed as tells you to stop.

"Sorry!" You said, before patting the young teens head ad Miguel ruffly pulls you away.

You were delighted to meet Miles.

Knowing he could change the timeline so easily!

Yet...

[I'm such a undertale nerd, gawd, but I knew this had to be done! Art, comments, reblogs are appreciated! If you like this idea and wanna use it, tag me! I'd love to see it! This was for FUN, Maybe I'll right more of this! Let me know! Thanks for reading!]

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 6 months

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Love and Lying Pt. 2

This will fill the Rumors space on my @jacklesversebingo card.

(P.S. I switched out one of my squares to "I want you to leave marks." That square's gonna be filled by an extremely smutty MOC!Dean fic - so be on the lookout for that soon. ❤️)

Summary: Will Y/N and Jensen love each other or live in lies?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Jensen Angst and Reader Angst. Implied smut. Brief mention of semi-public sex. Jealousy. Discussions of emotionally abusive relationship.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 6,657

A/N: This is the second (and final) part of my little Love and Lying series. (Psst! It was supposed to be a one shot. *le sigh*) I wanna thank @envyaurora95 and @candy-coated-misery0731 for inspiring this fic with their request and that hot af picture at the top. It was so appreciated. I really enjoyed writing this. It's a different version of Jensen from what I usually write. So, it was a fun challenge. Hope everyone enjoys this second part.

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

The beautiful dividers used here were created by @saradika

Part 1 can be found here.

May (6 weeks later)

Jensen took another sip of his watered down whiskey and then stretched his mouth into a smile as he surveyed the room. It was a studio party, meaning there were basically the same ten or twenty people he knew, surrounded by a couple hundred more he’d never met in his life. The ten or twenty he knew, he didn’t really like. But it was all part of the business, this gladhanding. He used to enjoy it more, or at least be up for it.

But these days everything just seemed stuck in perpetual slow motion. The days dragged, the nights were…empty; empty of everything except memories.

“What’s got you frowning like that?”

Jensen turned as Tara walked up beside him. She looked absolutely beautiful in a shimmery white dress, cut low enough to be sexy, but high enough to be modest. He knew she’d spent hours in a salon that afternoon to make sure her hair and nails, and makeup were all perfect for tonight. She really was stunning.

But it still took a lot for him to smile down at her as she slid up against his side. He kissed her cheek and felt a kick in his stomach as she beamed up at him.

Fuck I’m an asshole, he thought to himself.

With that admonishment in mind he gave her an extra squeeze and tried to make his smile real. But he still ignored her question. “So, how’re you enjoying the party, darlin’?”

Tara’s eyes lit up like a little kid at Christmas. “It’s amazing!” She said with a little clap. “I actually ran into Lauren Graham in there.” She said, thumbing towards the restrooms in the back. “She asked me to pass her a towel to dry her hands.”

She paused and her brow crinkled. “Hmm…now that I think about it, she may have thought I was the bathroom attendant.”

Jensen barked out a true laugh, and then felt guilty again as Tara smiled wide, so happy with his happiness. He pulled her into his side again and kissed the top of her head. “You look far too beautiful to be mistaken as a bathroom attendant, darlin', I promise.”

She beamed up at him again, and he did his best to smile at her warmly. But something caught his eye across the room that froze him, making the smile dissolve quickly. Tara noticed and looked in the direction he was staring.

“Oh, hey. Isn’t that your friend…uh…Y/N?” Jensen nodded, and Tara asked the question he was most desperate to know the answer to. “Who’s that ridiculously hot guy she’s with?”

He shook his head. “I dunno.”

Something primal seemed to take over his body, making his blood pump and his fists clench. His logical brain was screaming at him to settle down, reminding him that he had a date too, standing right beside him.

You were the asshole who walked away, dipshit. The coward who took off before she even woke up. Did you think she was gonna stay single for the rest of her life?

He was only vaguely aware when Tara spotted someone else famous across the room, and took off to meet them. He nodded and smiled, but didn’t hear a word she said.

He was fixated on the couple across the room.

He felt his body harden, and fire surge through him as he stared at her. She was in a short red dress that hugged every curve perfectly, and she wore a pair of black heels that made her legs look delectable, reminding him of every time she’d wrapped them tightly around his waist. She was laughing at something her date said, her smile bright. He could almost hear her laugh over the loud din of the crowd - that full, throaty laugh that never failed to make others around her smile too.

She had both her arms wrapped around her date's bicep, and she was pressed tight to his side. As he watched, the man leaned down to whisper something in her ear and she blushed and hit his arm.

Rage surged through him again. He was obviously whispering something dirty in her ear. Jensen was sure of it. He'd seen that look of guilty pleasure on her face before. Less than a year ago…at a party much like this one, in fact.

The scent of her perfume had made his head spin as he leaned close to her ear. He'd felt her shiver as he spoke, his voice quiet, but ragged. “You’re so fucking gorgeous in this dress Y/N. Stunning. But all I actually wanna do is rip it off with my teeth.” He’d let his tongue trace over the shell of her ear and then had to bite his lip to stop from groaning as she whimpered quietly.

His voice was rough and needy as he whispered to her, “We need to get the fuck out of here. Say goodbye and meet me at the coat check.”

The memory swirled in his mind now, reminding him that they’d never actually made it out of the coat check. Hidden by hundreds of hanging coats, he’d simply lifted her leg to his hip and fucked her standing - one hand braced against the wall and the other over her mouth to keep her moans and cries of pleasure from giving them away.

His black dress pants were getting uncomfortably tight as the memory played on a loop in his mind. His jaw ticked and his fists clenched, even as he told himself he was being a fucking idiot. But he couldn’t help it. He desperately wanted to break every one of the fingers running softly up and down Y/N’s arm.

Suddenly Tara bounced back to his side. “This party is amazing!”

Without even pretending to smile, he grabbed her hand and practically dragged her across the crowded floor.

“What are we doing?” Tara asked in bewilderment, trying to keep up with his much longer stride. Realizing this, Jensen slowed slightly, but continued determinedly across the room.

“I gotta get out of here.” Realizing how desperate that sounded, Jensen amended his words. “I mean, I’ve got an early call tomorrow.”

Jensen felt guilt pierce him again; he could feel Tara’s disappointment rise up and cover them both. But it was either leave her feeling a bit disappointed, or end up being arrested for gross bodily harm when he snapped every single finger on the hand that was touching what was his.

Not yours, asshole!

His voice was loud in his head, shouting the truth at him. But rationality had no place alongside the anger inside him - anger that was masking something much darker and sadder, something Jensen denied immediately, heaping more anger on top to keep it buried.

Two weeks later

“David! Jesus, you’re slow!” Y/N shouted toward her bathroom where her best friend was getting ready.

David popped his head out of the hallway. “What can I say, for some of us, beauty takes work.” His bright blue eyes twinkled at her before he disappeared to return to her bathroom.

Y/N snorted. “Yes, well beautiful boy, your husband is going to be here in less than five minutes and he’s not exactly patient.”

David’s voice was muffled slightly behind the bathroom door. “Well, he’s just gonna have to learn that you can’t rush perfection.”

Two minutes later he emerged, looking just as perfectly gorgeous as he always did. “What do you think?” He asked Y/N with a small spin. His suit was dark and sleek and very sexy.

Y/N gave a wolf whistle and David grinned and took a little bow. “Thank you, thank y - oh!” He dashed back down the hallway. “I forgot the cufflinks Adam gave me.”

Y/N stood up and wandered into her bedroom where David and Adam’s suitcases were. She’d insisted they take her room while they were with her for a couple weeks, assuring them that her couch was very comfortable, and that she’d spent many a night sleeping there.

She didn’t add that she slept on the couch whenever the memories that were inextricably tangled with her bedroom became too much to handle. When she could practically smell him on her pillows she’d drag herself out to the couch and try to ignore the ache.

Now she watched David trying to wrestle with his cufflinks one handed and chuckled as she pushed his hand away to take over the task.

She smiled up at him. “You know, I’m really happy for you, Davie. Adam is really someone special. I hate that I couldn’t make it out to Connecticut for your wedding last year, but I’m so grateful I could help you celebrate your first anniversary in style! I'm gonna miss you both so much when you leave on Sunday.”

David leaned down and kissed her cheek. “We'll miss you too, sweetie. Thank you.” He beamed at her as she finished. “And Adam IS so amazing. I’m just so happy!”

Y/N couldn’t help catching his enthusiasm and grinned up at him before patting his arm. “K, well let’s get this show on the road then. Your other half will be here momentarily!”

David nodded and then disappeared into her bathroom. “Yep, just one more minute.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled before heading back to the living room. She settled, crisscross, on the couch and picked up her phone. She scrolled for a few minutes and was about to call out to David to try, once again, to make him get a move on, but then her finger stopped scrolling on an instagram story that made her gasp and stare and then begin to feel dizzy.

She shook her head. It was just a stupid gossip site that popped up in her feed sometimes. They’re not reliable, she thought, it’s not true.

She was desperate for it not to be true. She searched out one or two other entertainment news Instagram accounts and found the same story on Entertainment Weekly’s page. She read the article, numb and breathing shallowly.

Is one of Hollywood’s most notorious and sought-after bachelors finally off the market? Rumors say (sorry ladies!) YES! Sources tell EW that the Supernatural and The Boys star, Jensen Ackles, was spotted in a famous LA boutique, shopping for rings. Though there has been no official statement from Ackles’ camp, the source claims that the ring was 24K gold, with a 2 carat diamond, and cost in excess of twenty thousand dollars. Phew! With a price tag that hefty, must be true love.

Who's the lucky lady? We can't be 100% sure, but we're speculating that it's the lovely, mystery blonde he's had on his arm at quite a few parties recently. Whoever it is, as always, we wish the talented Mr. Ackles nothing but happiness.

Y/N sat staring at the old photo of Jensen the article used. He was smiling brightly, sunglasses covering his eyes as he moved along a red carpet somewhere. She couldn’t make the words make sense.

David came out of the room, looking down to sweep away some invisible speck of dust on his immaculate suit. “Okay, this time, I’m for real ready.” His smile broke off as he looked up to see how pale Y/N was.

“Y/N? Sweetie? What’s wrong?” David strode forward to grab her phone out of her hand. He read the screen and then sucked in a breath. He looked at Y/N and she could feel his pity stretch out towards her, even without looking at him.

“Oh, honey.” He said softly as he sat down beside her. “I’m so sorry.”

She sat silently for a moment more before she shook her head, attempting and failing miserably at producing a smile. “No, it’s…it’s okay, just took me by surprise.”

There was a knock at the door, and Y/N pushed at David’s arm and stood up, taking her phone back from him. “Hubby’s here.” Her smile wavered but stayed on this time.

David stood too, and grabbed her hand. “No, don’t worry about it. We’ll stay here with you.”

Y/N scoffed. “Yes, what an amazing anniversary celebration that would be.” She shook her head when David tried to protest again. “No really, hun, I just…” she blinked back tears. “I think, I need some time alone anyway, you know?”

David sighed deeply and then nodded. “Okay, sweetie. But we’re just a phone call away if you need us, okay.”

But Y/N shook her head. “I’ll be fine, go. And happy anniversary.” David kissed her forehead and then reluctantly walked out the door.

Y/N waited a full two minutes to make sure they weren’t coming back before she fell onto the couch and let her shaking sobs take over.

One week later

Come on, it will be so much fun!

Y/N read the text from Briana and shook her head before texting back.

Really, I’m sorry. Just still feeling under the weather. Next time, though.

She could practically hear Briana sigh as she read her next text.

Okay, but we’re getting coffee on Friday and I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re gonna have to be on your deathbed to get out of going to a Starbucks with me.

Y/N smiled in spite of herself.

Deal. See you then. Have fun tonight.

Briana answered with a heart, and Y/N tossed her phone down on the coffee table. She picked up the quart of Haagen-daz Butter Pecan Ice Cream, and shoveled another spoonful into her mouth before picking up her remote.

Netflix bong-bonged onto her screen, and very soon Gene Kelly was singing a silky, romantic love song to Debbie Reynolds as she stood on a ladder and pretended it was a balcony.

Singing in the Rain was one of her go to comfort movies, but even the catchy music and fancy footwork of the three stars couldn’t take away the hollow feeling in her gut. So she eventually shut it off. She didn’t want to ruin the movie for herself by associating it with this terrible feeling of emptiness.

She sat in the semi-darkness of her apartment for far too long, just staring at the wall. She knew she had to get over this, over him. It was ridiculous. He didn’t deserve her time and heartache. She told herself that every day, and every day it felt like her heart crumbled a little bit more.

Y/N spent hours trying to occupy her mind with books, television, even doom scrolling social media, but it was all useless. Her mind was firmly planted elsewhere.

It was nearly three in the morning when a knock came to her door. Y/N sat up and stared at it as her stomach clenched tightly. She shook her head. It couldn’t be. Probably just some drunken idiot knocking on the wrong apartment door. The knock came again, a harder banging this time.

And when she heard his voice, she froze completely. “Y/N come on. I know you’re in there, just open the door.” Silence, and then another hard knock. “Please, just open the door.”

She stared without moving until another flurry of loud banging was followed by the sound of her neighbor calling into the hallway.

“What the hell, man? It’s three in the morning.”

Y/N ran forward and yanked the door open. She saw the older guy across the hall scowling at Jensen. She looked at him and held up a hand. “I’m so sorry.”

He frowned and shrugged. “You okay? Need help?” He asked, giving Jensen a once over.

Y/N smiled at him gratefully. “No, I’m fine, thanks. He’s just an inconsiderate asshole. Sorry.” She said again. She smiled at her neighbor and he nodded and went back inside. She spun back to face Jensen and felt her heart hammer like it was trying to burst from her chest.

God dammit! Why does he always have to look like this?

He was just wearing jeans and a white and red Nirvana t-shirt but it never mattered what he was wearing, because it was all just decoration for the stunning, sexy son of a bitch underneath.

His thighs were thick and powerful in the dark blue denim, and his biceps bulged under his short sleeves. The soft cotton stretched tightly across his chest and shoulders and made her desperate to lift it up and run her hands over his warm skin. She itched to feel the way his lower abdomen muscles tensed and hardened when she trailed her nails through the light, reddish blonde hair that sank below his waistband.

Looking at the Adonis in front of her she was suddenly, acutely, aware that she’d spilled ice cream on her t-shirt earlier, and the pajama bottoms she was wearing were incredibly comfy but very worn out. Her hair was a mess from being pulled back in a ponytail all day, and she was wearing mismatched socks. Her one saving grace was that she’d forced herself into a shower earlier that evening.

All her thoughts raced and jumbled and tripped over themselves as she stood just inside the threshold of her apartment, staring at him.

He remained silent now, and she started getting angry. She looked into his beautiful face, and saw the same calm mask he wore all the time. That calm made her anger turn to fury. She gritted her teeth and shook her head.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” She raged.

“Y/N…I need to…”

Y/N’s glare darkened. “You need? I don’t give a damn what you need!”

She realized she was the one loudly disturbing her neighbors now, and lowered her voice to a growling whisper. “Get away from me.” She felt tears prickle at the back of her eyes but refused to let them fall with him standing there.

For a split second she saw what looked like pain enter Jensen’s expression before he shielded it away again, but she wouldn’t let it sway her.

Jensen took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. “Please, Y/N I just need to talk to you.” He nodded and pointed around her into her apartment. “Do you mind…could I…”

He trailed off as Y/N’s eyes widened at the gaul of him. His eyes closed in a grimace when he realized he was just repeating himself from the last time he'd shown up at her door.

Y/N’s voice was ice. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jensen nodded, acknowledging that it had been a dumb request. “Look, I know you have every right to be pissed, but please hear me out.”

Y/N was already shaking her head. “I don’t wanna hear you.” She gritted her teeth, furious with herself when two fat tears escaped to roll down her cheeks. She dashed them away immediately. “Why don’t you just go home and talk to your fiance? Maybe she’ll listen to your bullshit.”

Jensen frowned slightly and shook his head; he seemed slightly confused. “No, I’m not…I’m not engaged.”

Y/N felt her stomach swoop, but she shook off the feeling. “Yeah right.” She said, loudly once again. She could hear movements from her neighbors’ apartments, so with an incredibly frustrated growl, she grabbed onto Jensen’s wrist and yanked him into her apartment. She locked the door and then leaned against it.

She shot him a disbelieving look. “So, you’re telling me that all the stories about you buying a ring, those were just what, rumors? Just a half dozen websites all deciding to lie about it, make it up?”

Jensen shook his head. “No, not exactly.” He looked down at his shoes for a beat before looking back at her. “I was shopping for a ring.”

Y/N felt her insides shredding, her stomach ached and her chest burned. Silence reigned for a moment before Y/N cleared her throat. “Lucky Tara.”

Jensen shook his head. “No, I broke things off with her.”

Y/N refused to let that sound like good news to her. It wasn’t. “Poor Tara.” She amended, her voice bitter. “I know how she feels.”

Y/N inhaled deeply and pushed away from the door, moving into the kitchen to start making herself a cup of tea. I may need to add a few drops of brandy, she thought.

As she poured water into the kettle, she gave a humorless laugh. “Okay, so at least now I know what you’re doing here.” She put the kettle on the stove and turned on the gas before turning back to face him, arms crossed over her chest. “You couldn’t commit to her either, so now you’re back here to charm your loser ex who’ll let you back into her bed in a heartbeat.”

Jensen frowned deeply, his forehead creasing. “Of course not.”

Y/N just scoffed. “Well, why then? Why did you come back and bang on my door?”

Silence greeted her question and she assumed he was trying to come up with a plausible reason that wasn’t just, “Cause I wanna fuck you.” Eventually Jensen raised his gaze to hers, spearing her with it; his stare was intense and unblinking.

“Because I love you. And I’m sick of lying about it.”

Y/N swore her heart stopped beating for a moment before restarting, hammering hard against her ribs. A lump formed in her throat and there was no way she could stop the tears this time.

She shook her head and her voice was whisper soft and filled with pain. “How could you…? Why would you say that? Just to get into my pants? How could you lie to me about this?” She put her hands over her face and spun away from him. Damn him for making her weak in front of him again.

She sobbed brokenly for a minute more, and then tried desperately to push the tears away. Suddenly she felt his hands cupping her shoulders and she jumped, turning around to face him. She shrugged off his hands, but he just moved them to cup her cheeks and thumb away her tears.

She looked him in the eye at last and saw that his eyes were slightly moist as well. She felt her heart sway towards him but then beat the feeling down.

He’s a fabulous actor, remember? She reminded herself.

His voice was gentle, soft, and achingly sad. “I can never make it up to you for hurting you so badly. For breaking your heart to the point that you’d truly believe I’d tell you that I loved you, just to get you into bed.”

Y/N stared up into his kelly green eyes and felt herself being reeled in as he lightly swept his thumb across her cheekbone. His gaze flickered to her mouth and he swallowed. Her mind was screaming at her not to be a fool - screaming that was quickly punctuated by the kettle’s shrill whistle, announcing that it was ready.

Y/N quickly stepped away from Jensen, removing the kettle and shutting off the stove. She didn’t make her tea. Instead, she moved back into her living room, trying to put some distance between them.

Jensen respected her need for space and stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the island. She sat down on the arm of her big chair, facing him. She was going to prove to herself that he was lying. “Okay, you claim you love me.” She let disdain color her words so longing wouldn’t. “If you love me so much, why has it taken you this long to tell me.”

Jensen looked up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. “I told you, because I’m a liar. And I haven’t lied to anyone more than I’ve lied to myself.”

Y/N folded her arms and gave him a look, eyebrows raised, that said to keep going. Jensen nodded and then moved to sit on her couch and Y/N shifted on the arm of the chair so she was facing him again.

“So, you know I was married before, right?” It was a rhetorical question and he continued without waiting for an answer. “And you know it ended badly. But…” He shrugged. “The truth is it just…existed badly.”

He sighed and rubbed his palms over his thighs; it was a tell that he was nervous, that he was having a hard time talking about this.

“I was really young when I met Caitlyn. Just a kid, really, barely able to drink. But she was a few years older, and just…” Y/N could see him searching for the words. “...magnetic.”

He shook his head, and his voice got distant, lost in memories. “She was like no one I’d ever known before. Beautiful yes, but so…charismatic and beguiling. She just pulled you into her. I knew at least a dozen guys in my circle who were madly in love with her. But…” He smiled a sad kind of smile. “She picked me.”

He shook his head again, ruefully. “And I fell - just hook, line, and sinker. I loved her.” He said, and then amended his words. “No, I worshiped her. I followed her around like a puppy, and I’d do anything she asked, without question.”

He was quiet a moment, rubbing his fingers absentmindedly over his lips, before he continued, his voice a little bit sharper. “But as it turned out, on top of everything else she was, she was also just…mean. Manipulative.”

He looked into Y/N’s eyes and she could see the remembered pain reflected there. “She cheated on me.” He scoffed. “A lot, actually. But every time I’d confront her about it, she’d tell me it was my fault. That I forced her into his arms because I didn’t show her that she was loved. She’d cry and tell me that all she wanted was my love, that she craved it.”

Y/N felt her heart break for the younger Jensen, and she began to understand his response when she’d told him she loved him and was leaving because he wouldn’t love her back.

Jensen gripped his hands together, the knuckles turning white. “So, I worked harder to show her how much I loved her. I would literally do whatever she asked of me, I would be anyone she wanted me to be, just so she’d know I was devoted to her, that she was everything to me.”

He ran a hand over his face. “I’d like to say that I was smart, that I eventually caught on to her games and her deceit and left her. But,” he shrugged, “no. After three years of marriage, she left me. I paid her alimony until six years ago when she finally remarried. Some doctor from Beverly Hills.” He exhaled a laugh. “Good luck, buddy.”

He stood up and began walking around Y/N’s living room and kitchen in a loop. She got dizzy trying to watch him, so she sank down onto the seat of the chair and just listened.

“For years after our divorce, I was heartbroken, devastated. I had no idea what I’d done, I obsessed over what I could have done differently to make her stay. Took me a long time, it was years after she left, before I started to understand just who she really was, and that I’d never been anything but a game to her. So, I made a vow to myself.”

He took a deep breath. “I swore that I would never fall like that again. That I would never let myself love someone like that again, never let someone control me that way.”

He finally stopped pacing and walked into the kitchen. Y/N turned her head to watch him and realized quickly that he was making her a cup of tea. The gesture made her heart squeeze. He continued speaking as he poured the boiling water over the tea bag.

“And for over a decade, I succeeded at keeping every woman at arms length. We could have fun, I’d take them to openings, or parties, and we’d have a good time. But that was it, I never wanted anything more, and if they began hinting that they might, I said goodbye and moved on.”

He poured cream into her tea and stirred it, bringing it to her before sitting down across from her on the couch once again. He smiled, warm and wistful, as he caught her gaze. “Then you walked onto set.” He shook his head. “You were so unbelievably beautiful, and funny, and unfailingly kind to everyone. And I started to panic. And that’s when I started to lie to myself. I thought, ‘Hey, we can be friends - I’m allowed to have female friends.”

He gave a rueful laugh. “Then I kissed you at midnight on new year’s eve, and proved that was a lie. I kissed you, and I instantly wanted…” His gaze turned warm. “...wanted more.” He looked down at the ground and continued.

“But after I left you that night, I went home and swore that that was it. Nothing else was going to happen. It was just a kiss. You were beautiful, it wasn’t crazy that I wanted something physical with you. But that was it, that’s where it ended.” He closed his eyes briefly before continuing. “More lies. I knew then that it was so much more than a physical connection, but I was a very determined liar. Then the next day you asked me what the kiss meant, and did it mean we were gonna try and be together. And I said yes, without thinking, without hesitation.”

He crossed his arms. “And that’s when the fear really set it. You’d managed to get me to change my mind about us immediately. When you asked, I immediately caved. Just because I wanted to be with you, and because I wanted to make you happy. That feeling, of wanting to do anything to make someone smile? That feeling scared the holy hell out of me.”

“So,” he rolled his eyes, “I began a whole year of lying to myself, and to you. A year of telling myself I could hold back from you, I wouldn’t let you get under my skin the way Caitlyn had, I’d keep you at arms length.” He shrugged. “All lies. Because you were already burrowed so deep under my skin there was no way I was getting you out. But also…”

He stared at Y/N for a moment, before getting up and moving to sit on the coffee table right in front of her, picking up her hands and holding them in his.

The whole time he’d been talking Y/N had remained silent, looking for the signs that would tell her he was lying, that he was exaggerating, or embellishing. But she couldn’t see any signs of dishonesty. Her scarred heart was still echoing a warning, but it was becoming more and more distant. As he held her hands in his she felt her pulse pick up again.

God, he smells good.

“Mostly I was lying to myself that you were anything like Caitlyn. I was lying to myself, warning myself to avoid a danger that didn’t exist. It took me until about a week ago to figure that out.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Cause I’m a dumbass.”

Y/N couldn’t help the small, watery laugh that escaped her lips. He smiled gently at her, and then cupped her cheek again, running his thumb across her bottom lip and making her shiver. “You’ve spent the entire time I’ve known you, two years now, showing me over and over that you were nothing like her, you even told me, the day you left, that you weren’t her.”

He squinted. “I hadn’t told you much of anything about my marriage, so I was so surprised to hear you say that. How did you know?”

Y/N shrugged a shoulder. “It wasn’t hard to glean that someone had hurt you. People don’t usually fight that hard to keep from being hurt unless they’ve already felt the pain of it.”

Jensen gazed at her in awe, his eyes roaming all across her face. “God I love you.”

This time when he said it, Y/N’s tears were all happy. She believed him. She believed he was a dumbass. She believed it took him two years to figure out she loved him without strings. She believed that now that he’d figured it out his heart was free. And she believed him when he said he loved her. But her heart still rejoiced when he continued.

“I mean it, Y/N. I love you. I love you completely. You are everything to me, and that doesn’t scare me at all anymore. Because I know I’m safe with you.”

Jensen’s expression turned worried and remorseful. “But I also know how badly I hurt you by running away like a coward last time. I just panicked again at how easily you could grab hold of me and make me forget everything. I was laying there with you, and you were so peaceful and so supremely beautiful in my arms, and I just started to imagine my life with you, and the joy I felt thinking about it,” he sighed, “made me bolt.”

He brought the back of her hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle in turn. “But I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

He looked up at her through his lashes and his pleading gaze was irresistible. “Forgive me, please?” He turned her hand over and pressed his lips to the pulse point on her wrist. “Love me again?”

Y/N’s breath was shallow as she shook her head. “It’s not possible to love you again.” She paused for a heartbeat and then smiled and ran her free hand through his soft, silky hair. “Because I’ve never stopped.”

The relief flowing through Jensen’s body was so palpable she could feel it. He grasped the collar of her t-shirt and pulled her forward. He paused, hovering his mouth over hers.

“Can I kiss you now?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate to nod emphatically and Jensen chuckled as he settled his lips on hers.

He kissed her deeply, as he’d kissed her a thousand times before. His mouth was sinful and wicked as he slid it down her neck, before he pulled off her t-shirt and groaned at the fact that she was naked underneath.

Before long, he scooped her up and carried her to her room. The scene was reminiscent of his last visit to her apartment, but that didn’t worry her now. Because she realized something as he laid her down on her bed and his hands moved over her, palms rough, fingers strong and talented, sending waves of goosebumps rippling over her skin.

She realized that every moment he’d spent with her like this, every single time they’d been together, his every move was calculated to give her pleasure. He was never selfish. He never took her to bed without showering ecstasy upon her. Every moment he was with her, he was touching her in soft, gentle ways, and sometimes not so gentle ways, but always bringing on climax after climax, and making her feel absolute bliss.

As he brought her to new heights and pushed her over the pinnacle yet again, she understood that he’d never been lying in these moments. These moments were the times that he’d shown her over and over just how much he actually loved her.

***

Hours later Y/N was laying in Jensen’s arms, satiated and glowing; Jensen was rubbing his big hand up and down her back, as she snuggled into his side. Suddenly a thought occurred to her, and she just had to know.

“Hey, what was it that finally made you realize…well, everything you realized? I mean what shifted for you?”

Jensen growled a bit and Y/N shifted so she was looking at him as he answered. “I saw you with your date.”

“My date?” She asked quizzically.

“At the studio party three weeks ago. I was there, I saw you with that…guy.” He said, and Y/N heard the jealousy.

“At the Warner Brothers party?” She clarified.

“Yeah, I saw you with him, and went a little crazy. I started thinking about how he was going to end up with you, how he was gonna have everything I wanted. That was when I realized just how badly I’d been lying to myself, and how delusional I’d been about the person you were. Made me realize I was gonna miss out on the best thing in my life cause I was such a dumbass.”

He looked at her, concern creeping into his eyes. “I’m gonna assume since you’re here in bed with me, that you’re not with him anymore?”

Y/N felt like laughing, but instead she shook her head solemnly. “No, sadly it didn’t work out between us.” She raised an eyebrow. “His HUSBAND wouldn’t have approved of him dating me.”

It took Jensen a minute to catch up. When he did his eyes widened. “Oh!” He said, and then broke into a huge smile. “I really am a dumbass aren’t I? I’m gonna assume that was David? Your best friend from high school, the one that got married last year?”

Y/N pursed her lips and nodded. “Yes. It was.” She rolled her eyes, and then narrowed them. “Anyway, which one of us has the right to be jealous here? You, over my gay best friend? Or me, over you and your almost fiancee?”

“Hmm…” Jensen shook his head and then leaned over the side of the bed, rifling through his clothes on the floor. Y/N shifted off of him, sitting up and tucking the sheet around her nakedness to shield her from the chill of moving away from Jensen’s warm skin..

When Jensen sat back up he held something in his closed fist and wore a sheepish grin. “Actually, Tara and I were never really exclusive, and I broke things off with her completely the night of the WB party.” He shrugged. “I didn’t go ring shopping until a couple weeks after that, little over a week ago.”

Y/N was frowning, slightly confused, but her heart was leaping and her stomach was doing somersaults.

Jensen chuckled. “Took me all of this last week to work up the courage to come here and try to get you to give me another chance. I brought this along with me, just in case I was really lucky.”

He opened his fist and laying on his wide palm, was a small gold ring with a large diamond on top.

Y/N’s eyes bulged and her throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed a million times, still unable to stop the flow of tears streaming from her eyes. Jensen caught her gaze, and she’d never seen him so open, every defense had fallen, and all his vulnerability was on display as he picked up the delicate ring in his big, thick fingers and held it out to her.

“I love you more than I can ever properly express. And I don’t deserve it, but I’m gonna ask you anyway. Please, Y/N, marry me?”

Y/N was nodding wildly, a simple “yes” quite beyond her capabilities as she held out her left hand for him to take. He pushed the ring onto her fourth finger and it fit perfectly, as though it had been just waiting to slide home.

Y/N screeched and jumped at Jensen. He caught her, laughing, as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She ended up losing her sheet in the process - leading to another chance for Jensen to show her just how much he loved her.

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