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theplaid-wearingmoose · 9 months

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Jealousy Sex is the Best Kind ~Miguel O'Hara x Reader smut~

Miguel doesn't like how much time you're spending with Hobie.... then he catches you touching yourself and gets more upset cause he thinks the two are related...smut ensues

Warnings: jealous Miguel, smuuuuuuut minors DNI

Of course you were spending more time with the other Spiders, Miguel was always holed up in his office. Lately, you were lucky if you saw him at lunchtime or if he came to see you at night like he always used to. Besides, Hobie was just a friend. You liked hanging out with him causing ruckus in his dimension and it took your mind off of Miguel basically abandoning you for his work.

But Miguel started noticing when you stopped coming into his office, swinging up onto his platform to try and shove an empanada into his face or get him to take a break. He always gave you the same answer. "Not now, muñeca. I have too much to do here." You would always give him the same eye roll and hop off the platform, prepared to come back in a few hours and try again. However, you stopped coming by and he asked Lyla to check in on you.

"Looks like she's been hanging out in Hobie's dimension." Her response was not at all what he wanted to hear. He knew you two were friends but he didn't like how Hobie acted around you. He was a little too flirtatious for Miguel's liking. Deep down, he knew it meant nothing but Lyla reminded him how he's been neglecting you lately and some little voice in his head told him he had to remedy that quickly before you spent too much time in Hobie's dimension.

"Looks like she's at home now, Miguel. I'd go see her if I were you.." Lyla advised. Miguel glared at her and waved his hand. "Yes, thank you, Lyla." He snapped. She winked at him before disappearing. Miguel sighed and switched his watch to your Earth. He arrived on top of your building and scaled down the wall to your window. You always left it open, in case he decided to stop by later than normal. He expected to find you relaxing like you always did after a mission. He paused when your scent hit his nose. Your arousal made him groan and he felt his cock begin to harden against the fabric of his suit. It had been a while since you two had been intimate. He was just so busy. And you'd been spending all your time with Hobie lately and-

Wait...Hobie?? Was he the reason you were so aroused??

Miguel shook his head. No way Hobie was the reason you were making those sounds. He could hear the squelch of your pussy as you shoved your fingers in and out faster. His cock was straining against his suit now and his anger was fueling him even more. You let out a high pitched whine and he couldn't take it anymore. He dove through your window, growling as he ripped the covers from your body. Your eyes flew open as you let out a startled yelp. Miguel loomed over you, his eyes blazing red and his fangs fully extended.

"So....Hobie, huh?! You spend all day in his dimension and then you come home and fuck yourself thinking about him??!!" He snarled. "M-Miguel?? What are you talking about?" You yelped again as Miguel climbed onto your bed and yanked your body down beneath his. He grabbed your wrist and brought your fingers to his lips. Your eyes fluttered as he swirled his tongue around them, groaning as he savored the taste of you. "Don't play games with me, Princesa. I know where you've been lately. Now I find you touching yourself after spending all day with Hobie.."

If you had been wet before, you were positively soaked now. Miguel's fangs grazed your neck as he kissed your skin, his hands roaming up and down your body. "You are mine, querida. Never forget that." He growled. You nodded quickly. "Only yours, Miguel! I was thinking of you, I swear. I-I just missed you. Y-you're always working a-and I just hang out with Hobie because he's my friend. Just my friend, I swear Miguel!" You pleaded as he yanked your panties right off you. He seemed satisfied with your reply because he slid down your body, kissing and licking as he went. You locked eyes as he reached your dripping wetness. "Mine..." He growled once more before diving in. He showed no mercy and shoved his tongue inside you as far as he could. You screamed in pleasure and your hands flew into his hair, tugging as your hips arched off the bed. Miguel's large hands pushed them back down, pinning you, never letting you squirm too far away from his mouth. His tongue flicked up and down your clit until he noticed tears leaking from your eyes. Coming up just briefly, he smirked at you. "Too much for you, princesa? Are you ready to cum for me already?"

You sobbed as he slowly inserted two of his large fingers inside you. "Miguel p-please!! I need to cum so bad! Please let me cum!" You cried. Tears were full on falling as Miguel teased you. Your orgasm kept approaching and he would stop just long enough for it to fade and then he would build it back up again. You could tell from the wicked grin on his face that he was thoroughly enjoying this. He clicked his tongue at you and gave you a pitying look. "Oh my poor baby. You're breaking my heart, hermosa." He crooned. "You want my cock, huh? You need it, baby? Or you want me to leave and you can go back to Hobie, see if he'll help you." His tone turned rough and husky when he mentioned Hobie. You shook your head. "Only you, Miguel..please. I need you so badly. Fuck me, please!" You begged.

Miguel only needed to hear you say it once before spreading your legs. He tapped his cock against your sensitive clit twice before shoving himself inside you. You dug your nails into his arms, screaming in pleasure as he filled you up. "FUCK! Miguel!!" You cried out.

You had barely enough time to adjust before he set a bruising pace. His hips snapped against you, his balls slapping your ass as he fucked into you. Your eyes fluttered closed but Miguel wasn't having any of that. He held both legs in his arm while his other hand gripped your face. "Look at me, hermosa. I want to see your eyes when you cum on my cock." He groaned. You clenched around him at his words, causing him to curse. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N..so warm." He moaned. You bit down on your lip and whimpered as you felt yourself getting close. "M-Miguel!" You gasped. His large hand wrapped around your throat. "I know, baby, I know. Make a mess on me, princesa. I wanna feel you." Looking into his eyes sent you over the edge and you tightened around him as you came with a loud cry.

You slumped back against the bed and barely registered Miguel moving until he got behind you and lifted you into his lap. You whimpered as he bit your neck, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your orgasm. "I'm not done with you, baby." He growled in your ear. He reached down between you and positioned his still hard cock at your entrance. "Miguel please..I don't think I can.." You whined. Miguel let out a dark chuckle behind you. "I know you can, princesa. You said you missed me...Just one more. You can give me one more, baby."

Before you could respond, Miguel held you by your thighs and lifted you just enough to sit you down on his hard length. You cried out as you sank all the way down, his cock filling you all the way to the brim. Your thighs began to shake in his hands. "You're....you're too big, Miguel. It's too much!!" You moaned. The pleasure of this new position overwhelmed you and made you dizzy. Miguel didn't say anything, but snarled against your skin as he fucked up into you. Lifting you and bringing you back down to meet his thrusts, Miguel had your head spinning and a second orgasm was fast approaching.

"Oh fuuuuuuck I'm gonna cum again! Please don't stop, Miguel!" You choked out. His rough moans and grunts in your ear told you he was close too. His face was buried in your neck and you felt tingles from his kisses. "Fill me up, Miguel..I want you to cum in me." You begged.

That was all he needed to push him over the edge himself. He buried himself all the way inside as his warm cum filled you. The feeling of being this full triggered your second orgasm and you squirmed in his hands, rocking your hips and riding out your high.

Panting and sweaty, you collapsed against his chest. He maneuvered you both on the bed until he was laying next you. He pulled your trembling body against his chest, his skin hot. He bent down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "Was I too rough, hermosa?" He asked, his eyes now a soft maroon. You smiled gently and shook your head. "No it was amazing. I didn't know you were so jealous of Hobie." You teased. Miguel glared and rested his head on his arm. "I am NOT jealous of Hobie." He scowled. You gave him a knowing look and he sighed, defeated. "Alright fine, I was less than pleased when Lyla told me you'd been spending more time with him." He admitted. "He is my friend, Miguel. I needed a distraction to keep me from being sad. You're always working and it's like you don't have time for us anymore." You replied. Guilt formed on his face and he wrapped his large arms around you. "I'm sorry, princesa. I know I can get really wrapped up in work. I promise I'll do better about spending more time with you." He promised. You grinned and kissed him.

"I'm gonna hold you to that, O'Hara. But I will take more of this jealousy sex."

#miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara x reader

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emptypringlescanister · 11 months

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Miguel O’Hara x Reader Oneshot Prompt: Climbing

“Miguel I swear to god, you better get your nicely sculpted ass up here and get me down.”

You hear his deep chuckle somewhere far below you, but you don’t dare move your head to look.

“You got yourself up there, I think you can get yourself down.”

You scoff. “Yeah I got up here, but I can't move. If anything, it’s your fault for talking me into this.”

“My fault?”

“Yes!”

Another of his annoying attractive chuckles. You swear, if you get out of this, you’re going to throw something at him.

A minute passes and nothing is said from either of you.

“Miguel.”

Nothing.

“Miguel!”

Still nothing.

Heaving a deep breath, you manage to glance down at the floor far below and immediately regret it as intense vertigo hits and your hands sweat profusely against the brightly colored handhold. You do see Miguel, the jerk that he was for making you do this, still standing down there smirking up at you with arms crossed, before you swing your head back around, eyes clenched tightly closed.

Miguel seems to take pity on you and easily scales the multicolored handholds that dot the indoor rock climbing wall and soon reaches your side. “You do realize that you can stick to walls now, right? Or catch yourself with your webs just as easily?”

“And you realize that I’ve only been able to do that for like a day, right?” You growl out at him, trying to readjust minutely against the pocket your fingers are clenched in. The universe seems to decide to throw a wrench in that plan and your hold slips, a shriek leaving your mouth as you plummet down.

‘Ah, so this is how I die. So much for being a spider-person. Damn, I didn't even get to pick out a name yet. ‘

A semi-painful landing jerks you out of your near-death thought process. Eyes snapping open, you see Miguel’s face above you.

“God?”

“Hmph, close, but no” He deapans, arms securely holding you against him, safely away from the foam mat that would've awaited you. “I can’t believe you got stuck at the top of a measly 12 foot wall.”

“It looked a hell of a lot farther down,” you pout, ego bruised.

Miguel hums as he sets you on your feet. “Again.”

“Aw come on!”

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Miguel allows his face to soften as he watches you stomp back over to the wall and start climbing again. He wasn’t quite sure why he had allowed himself to get so attached to you. Sure, he had been there for you after you had gotten bitten by your spider and undergone the painful mutation process, but he didn’t have to stay. He didn't have to give in and agree to train you after you had looked at him with those hopeful eyes.

But he did.

And as he watched you reach the top of the wall and successfully shoot a web to the rafter and swing to the opposite side of the room, shouting gleefully as you did, he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe sticking around wouldn’t be so bad.

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Can’t believe this is what gets me back into writing smh. Stupid annoyingly attractive vampire spiderman. Pleassirillgiveyouadollarifyoupunchmepleaseimdesperate

Requests are open i suppose?

#miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #down bad

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love-bitesx · 10 months

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what would hobie do in a situation where reader, who’s a new spider person (like pavitr, like they got bitten by the spider few months ago or smth) had just went through their canon event?? whether it be what he would do after the event or during is completely up to you, im just curious and i have hobie brainrot rn LMAOAOAO

ofc if u don’t wanna do this request thats completely fine, have a good rest of ur day/night!!

hobie x gn!reader

warnings: death, family member dying, very (very) brief description of a dead body, but nothing graphic at all. hobie just wants u to be safe n happy :( he’s been through that grief and his heart hurts knowing you’re abt to go through it too :(

you couldn’t move.

your watch emitted a blaring, shrill alarm, miguel desperately trying to make contact, but you were frozen. bones aching, numb, all you could do was stare at the scene in front of you with watery eyes.

“i-,” your body betrayed you, catching your words as they try to escape, clawing at the walls of your throat as they get dragged back down into the growing pit in your stomach. falling to your knees, numb to the feeling of rubble against your bones, you picked up a slab of concrete and threw it to the side.

“uncle ben.”

it was all you could muster, voice small and hoarse, and if a mouse had squeaked at the same time, you would’ve lost in comparison. shaking hands rising to touch his face, a strangled choke broke out at the cold, lifeless skin that met your trembling fingertips. he looked strangely peaceful, sending a bolt of pain directly to your heart.

“no-no, please, uncle ben,” your thoughts unravelled, grabbing at his shirt, as if you could shake the life back into his bones, “please, i can’t do this– i can’t do this without you.”

you’d only been a “spider person” for 4 months. only 4 months of navigating the most isolating, terrifying journey with no one but your dear uncle by your side. he’d grown with you, seeing you muster from dangling off climbing frames in playgrounds as a child, to scaling buildings and saving lives. not a day went past when he wasn’t there with you, holding your hand through the unfathomable changes.

it all happened so quickly. one moment, you’re fighting an anomaly, bashing around the streets of your earth, leading the monster further away from the crowds – until it threw itself, headfirst into a neighbouring building, office blocks, you think to yourself, nothing too serious. that is, until you trap it, ready to send it back to miguel with ease, and lay eyes on the scene it left behind. people crushed under concrete, glass shattered the streets, and a familiar face unconscious on the pavement.

“y/n,” a voice sounds from behind you, but your soul is too busy trying to claw it’s way out of your chest to notice, or care. you laid on his unmoving torso, heart ripping at the vacancy of its usual heaving.

“y/n,” it sounded again, and a twang of familiarity shone its way through the darkness.

“he’s–” you sobbed, reluctantly lifting your head, “i couldn’t save him, i– it’s all my fault, hobie.”

“shh, come ‘ere,” you barely felt his arms wrapping around you, your body was numb. it’s like you were a ghost, haunting your own skin – a poltergeist in the wind.

regardless, you fell into him, gripping his leather vest until your knuckles were white. sobbing into his chest, his ringed hand came up to calm you, running it softly over the curves of your spine, voice low as he whispers into you, “it ain’t your fault, love.”

“you two, you need to get back—” miguel’s voice came booming from a growing portal, spider-people spilling into your dimension, ready to bring the anomaly home, until hobie cut him off sternly.

“fuck off, miguel,” he spat, pulling his arms tighter around you, feeling as though if he held you close enough, he could shelter you from the grief. maybe, if he kept you in his arms, he could carry the burden of your loss on his own studded shoulders. but, he knew he couldn’t, he’d been there before – they all had. all he could do was be there for you, a hand to hold and shoulder to cry on.

and so that’s exactly what he did.

“love, gonna come stay with me for a bit, yeah?” he whispered into your hair, and you nodded weakly, his heart surged, “just ‘til you feel a’ight.”

he placed a kiss – gentle, safe – to your forehead.

“i’ll look after you, darlin’.”

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kyber-kisses · 10 months

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The Red String

Miguel Ohara x Spider!reader

Summary: Legend has it, there is an invisible red thread that connects us to those we are destined to meet. Regardless of time, place, or circumstances. It may stretch and tangle but never break.

Warnings: slight ATSV spoilers, cursing, canon typical violence.

A/N: HI FELLOW SIMPS! Please enjoy this mediocre fic that I wrote because I’m in love with Miguel.

A freak.

That’s what you felt like.

But surprising enough it wasn’t due to the enhanced spider abilities like crawling up the walls and sensing a flying projectile from a mile away.

No. No, it was the issue with your fucking soul string.

Letting out a deep sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the fire escape, pulling off your glove as you examined your hand. . . Or more accurately; your pinkie finger.

The thin faded string tied around your small finger was nothing but a hinderance to you at this point. When your mind was supposed to be on New York and keeping the streets safe it was instead occupied with thoughts about the stupid little string.

Everyone had one. Hell, everyone was born with one. A soul string. Only you and one other person can see your string. To everyone else it’s invisible. Like a sort of ghost others can walk through and not even notice.

The other end of it was tied to your soulmate.

Most people go out and find theirs between the time they’re twenty and thirty, others just wait for the moment to come naturally. But in the end it was a universal fact: everyone had a soulmate.

Except for you apparently.

It was either that or they had died at some point. Either way, the end of your string didn’t go anywhere. It was a faded red and only stretched a few feet in front of you before fading into nothing. It went no where.

And that’s why you were thankful only you could see your string because of others knew. . . Oh boy would you be an outcast.

Then again, you already felt like one.

“Stupid fucking thing-“ you hissed, scraping your finger along where the string was tied in a futile attempt to get it off. But like always. . . It didn’t work. Your finger phased through it as if it were nothing more than a figment of your imagination. In other words: it wasn’t on the physical plane of existence.

You don’t know why you let it bother you so much, like hell- you were a fucking web slinging superhero, what more did you need?

As of being able to tell you were caving in on yourself, the police radio next to you crackled to life.

“Yeah, we got some sort of hi-tech robotic octopus dude climbing up the side of the bank on east 48th, we need back up over here—“

A groan of annoyance left your lips as you swung your legs back onto the fire escape, pulling your mask back on before tossing the radio into your bag.

It was always fucking something.

Why didn’t the universe ever allow you just fives minutes of peace? Sometimes all you wanted was to wallow in self pity but no. New York had to keep pumping out new villains by the handful.

But at least the journey from Greenpoint to Midtown was quick. All you had to do was go down Huron Street, leap across a few moving ferries before swinging through the midtown tunnel. Practically a walk in the park.

At least it was until you got to your destination.

Despite the obnoxious amount of light pollution that New York gave off, the explosions were easy to see and so was the weird fucking guys scaling the side of the bank with. . . What were those? Tentacles.

Coming to a stop on a roof a block or so down, you observed the scene quickly, finding potential ways to bring the guy down along with potential exit strategies of things went side ways.

It was only when you were readying yourself to dive off the side of the building and begin your attack did all your movements falter. Skidding across the gravel rooftop, you stopped at the ledge, watching with wide eyes as some other. . . person grappled with the guy you were gunning for.

A person. . . Who seems to have similar abilities to you?

Beneath your mask your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you watched the figure swing around them, dodging blows as swiftly and quickly as you did.

At the same time the faded red string around your finger faltered. The band glitching into a violent pixelated mess before resorting to its regular bland old self once more.

You really couldn’t catch a break couldn’t you?

With an annoyed shake of your head you focused your attention back to the other spider person and the tentacle guy on the wall.

You had to get closer, maybe then you could get a better look. Plus. . . Whoever they were might need help, and who were you if not someone always there to lend a helping hand.

In the end you did end up getting a better look because the second you got close you watched as the new spider person was slammed into the side of the building, one of the mechanic arms of the enemy latched tightly around them.

Your body was moving before your brain was and a second later you where sailing through the air like a dart, your foot slamming into the jaw of the criminal.

The movement was enough to shake him and with that the cows released the person in its grasp. A mask similar to your own stared back at you, it’s eyes wide as the person beneath look at you.

“What? The least I could get is a thank you.” You speak plainly, ducking a swing from the man behind you.

“Oh uh yeah, thanks.”

Trying to multitask between taking down the guy behind you and conversing with the vigilante in front of you, you paused before bringing your foot in a swift sailing arc towards your assailant, once again knocking them down a few pegs.

“You wanna tell me whit his guy is?”

“You don’t have a Doc Ock here?”

You duck another mechanic arm, moving quickly to web it firmly to the side of the building you were currently grappling on. “What do you mean here?”

“You know, this reality?”

You paused in your movements, titling your head. “What did you smoke?”

Though you couldn’t see it, you could sense the way they rolled their eyes under their mask. “Ok enough of this, just help me take down this guy and I’ll explain everything.”

There was silence for a moment as you thought it over before quickly nodding, and with that the two of you sprung into action.

In less than two minutes the attacker was down, bound firmly in webbing on the sidewalk of the bank.

“I’ve never seen this guy before. And you sounded surprised when I said that.” You folded your arms, looking down at the unconscious villian in front of you.

“I mean, most spidermen have some variant of him in their reality.” The guy next to you shrugged.

“Their reality?” Turning your head you looked at the person next to you and the blue and red spandex suit that cling to their body.

“Yeah, you know- the multiverse?”

“Bullshit. That ain’t real.”

“Oh trust me, it is.”

You raised an eyebrow underneath your mask. “Why should I trust you? I don’t even know your name.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Does it sound like I’m kidding?”

The so called spider-man inc don’t if you sighed, hand going to his hips. “My names Peter B. Parker. I’m from a different reality. Earth 616-B to be exact.”

Despite how ridiculous he sounded your senses were telling you everything he said was true. “How did you get here?”

“A gizmo.”

“Ok now I have to call bullshit. You have something called a fucking gizmo that got you here? That sounds like something a kid would call their toy.”

At that Peter laughs. “Oh ho! That’s good, wait till I tell Miguel that someone called his devices a child’s toy. Oh I’m gonna have to record that—“

“Miguel?”

“He’s the boss man, the one who sent me here to grab that guy.” Peter points down at the unconscious Doc Ock on the ground.

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Well you give me a reason to ask a lot of questions.”

There’s a pause and you can only assume that beneath his mask he mouth his hanging slightly open as he thinks. “I. . . Ok fair enough. I’ll give you that. Long story short, this guy isn’t from your reality which means that if I don’t get him back to his your whole world could start to disintegrate. We call guys like this anomalies.”

It’s your turn to be quiet, your eyes wide as you listen to him. “oH. Ok then. Yeah please get this guy out of here then.” Nodding quickly, you stepped back. “I’d rather not have my world disintegrate.”

“I’m completely agree.” Peter nodded, moving to punch a code into the device on his wrist. . . Or gizmo as he called it. You nearly jumped out of your suit a moment later when a multi colored portal whizzed open behind him, brining with it a dull sort of hum that made your spider senses stand on end. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get this guy back to HQ for processing before sending him home.”

You could only nod silently as your eyes stayed glued to the portal, mouth hanging slightly ajar in pure wonder. “Uh yeah- yeah.”

With a swift throw, Peter launched the unconscious Doc Ock through the portal. “It was nice meeting you fellow spider. . . ling?” He nodded as he stepped into the portal himself. “Maybe I’ll see you around again at some point.”

And with that he was gone.

And you should have left it at that. You should have just watched the portal close, turn on your heel and headed home. . . Or maybe a bar. Either or sounded like a good idea.

But you did neither.

Because hair as you were readying yourself to leave the tiny red string around your finger glitched again, the fading red line pointing in the direction of the closing portal.

You were moving before your brain was, the portal closing shut behind you, drowning you in darkness.

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel ohara fic

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Hey! I just saw the new spiderman movie (across the spider verse) and had an epiphany. (First of all, did you see the movie? I don't want to give you spoilers or something like that, if not, you can ignore my request)

A spider-woman reader who gets lost in the multiverse and somehow makes it to RoR's, maybe platonic yandere reactions because of how young she is and what she has to go through? (because of the canon and all that)

Maybe a bonus of Miguel O'hara going to look for her so as not to alter her canon and seeing a group of supreme beings on the way? (God that man is wild)

With the gods being Odin, Hades and Poseidon and on the human side Adam, Qin Shi Huang and Tesla.

-You wandered around, curious as to where you were, after your watch malfunctioned when you were trying to run from Miguel. You were trying to help Miles who just wanted to save his dad.

-You remember when your own dad was killed, something Miguel said was a ‘canon event’, but you felt like you could have prevented it, you could have saved your dad, and now you were giving another fellow teenager a chance to save his own dad.

-Those who defended Miles were ordered to be captured to be grounded to prevent any more canon events from happening according to plan, to prevent the multi-verse from being destroyed.

-You were one teenager verses an army of other spider heroes, so of course you ran, scared, and when you tried to go back to your own dimension, someone managed to take a swipe at you, making your watch malfunction and you wound up here and your watch broke right afterwards.

-There were so many weird people around, people that didn’t look human, so you thought that you didn’t stand out much, wearing your own spider suit, a black bodysuit with red web designs, and a red pleated mini skirt with an oversized bow tied to the back of it and a black widow symbol on your chest and your back.

-Brunnhilde ran to find you after reports came to find you and found you with Shiva who instantly like you as you were sparkly eyed- or sparkly masked, “You’re so cool Mr. Shiva!” you had never met anyone with four arms before and he was instantly taken by you, easily able to tell that you were a teenager.

-Brunnhilde brough you before the other gods and powerful warriors from history, you only recognized a few names, like Adam and Nikola Tesla as far as humans went, but you knew a lot of gods, as you were a history buff.

-You unmasked, pulling it off and jaws dropped, seeing you really were just a teenager and you told them about what led you to being here, something Odin was able to tell was the truth, as well as the broken watch.

-Your eyes were huge; meeting Nikola Tesla himself, and he was thrown off by your elation before you started to ask him questions about his inventions, and he instantly beamed and the two of you hit it off quickly. He had never met someone so into science that wasn’t a scientist, and after you told them about your own powers, showing them by shooting webs and able to scale walls after being bitten by a radioactive black widow spider, he was elated, wanting to know as much as possible!!

-Nikola pulled your watch apart, trying to figure out how it worked but it was very advanced.

-Adam was instantly your parent in this new world, as he was furious that you were out fighting crime and putting yourself in danger, furious that a child was being forced to do this, after you told them about canon events, as most of the different Spider-Men gained their powers as teenagers.

-You found yourself quickly adopted by many different people in this new world, getting a massive family almost instantly, which was nice, since you only ever had your dad, and since he died, you lived mainly at HQ and only going to your dimension for school and to fight the bad guys in your dimension.

-Since you couldn’t leave, you were welcomed into this world, and since there were no villains, you got to live as a normal teenager, learning about figures of history directly as well as learning from gods.

-Poseidon was one that took a little longer to warm up to you, as he didn’t really want to bother with you, until Hades brought you over and your eyes were huge and sparkly, wanting to know more about the oceans as humans weren’t going very fast with their exploration of it.

-Hades sent him a small glare when Poseidon tried to wave you off and spoke rudely at first, but seeing your drive to learn more made him realize that not all humans were bad, a few, like you and Kojiro were proof of that.

-Hades adored you, as you dropped in, literally, wanting to ask him all sorts of questions from the lore you learned in school and he was happy to get away from his paperwork and was able to tell you all about the truths being many of the legends, some were true, and some had more embellishments added in.

-Odin was the god you spent the most time with, as you lived in the Norse pantheon with the valkyries, so you got to see him, Loki, and Thor all the time, although Odin learned quickly that Loki was a bad influence on you, as he would encourage you to get up to mischief with him but seeing you happy was nice here and there.

-When you first met Qin Shi Huang, your eyes nearly popped out of your head, realizing that he was a bona-fide emperor!! You asked him so many questions, a lot like a curious child and he was quick to realize how smart you were, and he loved watching you use your abilities, even taking him flying with you once, showing the strength in your webs. It was his turn to be sparkly-eyed when you showed him your fangs, your upper canines that grew just a bit when you were first bitten, and you told him that you could paralyze your enemies for about four hours with the poison in your fangs, but you don’t like biting others, to you it’s kind of gross.

-When a portal opened and Miguel stepped out along with several other members of HQ and he immediately glared, “There you are!!” you let out a terrified squeak and instantly ducked under a table but when nothing happened, you peeked out, seeing your new parents, those who had adopted you, were standing between Miguel and you.

-Miguel remained calm, explaining the canon events, and that the multi-verse was at threat of falling apart if you didn’t return to your own world and continue with your duties, this time with a babysitter since you were one of the ones who tried to help Miles.

-Miguel tried to yell at you once you came around, peeking out around Adam, who held your hand when he felt your hand looking for his, “Miles needs to understand that this needs to happen! Miles, you, and those other idiots who helped him are all so selfish!”

-You immediately snapped back, “He’s a teenager- I’m a teenager, we’re kids! What do you expect when you tell us that we have to let our loved ones die?!”

-He glared and Odin, showing his intimidating aura, spoke, “That is enough!” Jessica tried to reason with you, but you didn’t want to, you refused to believe that this was the only way.

-Zeus then laughed warmly, “My-my~ you humans always seem to make such a fuss out of things. As gods, we have the power to remove the instability of these multi-verses, so things can play out according to how you all want them to.”

-Jaws dropped all around as you gawked at him, completely stunned before the gods combined their powers to just that, giving Miles the opportunity to save his dad with no repercussions, there were no longer a need for canon events!!

-Miguel was stunned before he sighed softly, admitting defeat and sent out the message to everyone, letting them know what had happened and that Miles and those who were being hunted were no longer in trouble.

-You cheered loudly, celebrating and Jessica couldn’t help but ruffle your hair lightly before she gave you a new watch, as she knew yours had been destroyed, giving you the opportunity to come back to HQ whenever you wanted.

-You beamed, leaping and hugging Poseidon who caught your embrace, as you now had the freedom you always wanted to do what you want with your powers, and you could come and go to Valhalla as you pleased.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror odin #ror zeus #ror nikola tesla #ror qin shi huang #ror adam

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edenalieth · 28 days

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A SPIDER-HAN STORY...

Words: 742 words, spiderverse!au Song rec: Sunflower by Post Malone & Swae Lee

A.N: hello hello! im back into my spiderverse era lately and who would be better than the han peter himself for a short story ? hope you will enjoy it! more is coming (hopefully...) soon :), maybe my very first full length jisung fic... who knows... — 240401

His limbs felt sore after his last fight. Massaging his left arm, he checked his body, looking for any important damage. Physical and material ones. He had been a bother for Mr.Stark… Endangering him because of his clumsiness. Thankfully, his mentor had more experience, knew how to keep his composure and perfectly controlled his equipment. However, the silent treatment the youngest had received couldn’t be mistaken. Mr.Stark was mad at him.

Jisung sighed loudly, pacing the rooftop of a building, as the scenes of the fight kept looping in his mind. Every single mistakes he had made were becoming clear and he couldn’t help but think that he had been fucking stupid to do such things. He just wanted to impress his role model, prove him that he was worth of his trust and that he could help on a bigger scale. Not just run after simple thieves or rescue Mrs.Yoon’s cat from a bad fall. He sighed again, head between his hands, fingers entangled in his hair. He looked at his mask, already torn here and there. Was he enough to call himself a hero ? A mix of guilt and shame was compressing his chest, the raging buzz of the city under making his head spin, his breathing getting quicker and chaotic. He couldn’t even hear himself think anymore. He clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, fighting the urge to punch onto something, anything. He had to calm down. Grabbing his crossbody bag, he threw it over his chest and shoulders and pulled down his mask. He checked that everything was correctly settled before putting his headphone over his covered ears. Deep breath. The downtown kept growling, like a beast, hidden by the high walls of the buildings and skyscrapers which were looking like claws. Again, his legs started to move. His steps were echoing on the asphalt. Faster, he thought to himself, pushing his muscles into their limits, his small strides turning into sprint. Soon, his feet met the edge of the roof, a swift jump over it, his eyes being dazzled by the tremendous city lights. He opened his arms, diving into the void beneath him. His fingers met the button on the side of his headphone, turning on the noise cancelling feature, finally finding peace. He shut his eyes close, enjoying the sensation he once feared which now felt like his only escape from his amazing yet stressful life as Spider-Man. When he began his late night strolls, he wasn’t going too far nor too high, yet unsure of his web shooters and of the distance separating him from the walls and ground. Not long after, it became his routine, his haven.

Air was molding around him, like a blanket. He only opened his eyes when his spidey-sense warned him to do so. Smoothly, he shot a web on the nearest wall and started to swing from building to building. Jumping, letting himself free fall for a bit, clinging on a window, keep going. He even found himself chuckling while doing so. What a thrill… His relaxing time was cut short when he felt something buzzing inside his bag. Right after, he opened it and grabbed his phone, not noticing that several things were falling along the way… The screen softly lit up. A picture of him, his best friend Seungmin and you, appearing on it. He had three miss called. Two of his aunt and one from you. That was kind of rare and his heart skipped a beat. It was useless trying to deny the fact that he had a longtime crush on you. You became friends the second year of high school, creating a fine trio with Seungmin. Since then, you had never stopped to amaze him by your mind and beauty. In a blink of an eye, he perched himself on the fence of some emergency stairs and tapped on your name. Few ringtones.

- You’re finally calling me back ! What took you so long ? Anyway, just wa-

His ears were welcomed by the soft tone of your voice despite your fake annoyed state. He was smiling to himself, holding his phone tenderly, swaying his feet in the air. Maybe one day he would be able to confess to you, to tell you all about this, to make you come along his little strolls. However, for that wish to become true, he had to be worthy of the title named: hero.

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cablecar-s · 17 days

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to love and self loathe

part 1 part 2 part 3

I'm Just A Guy, With A Boomerang!

Okay, so maybe she was a tiny bit rusty as being Spider-Woman. No big deal, just a few more days or nights being in the suit and she can-

Wait- No, this was supposed to be the only and last time she was even putting on the suit. It was just a precaution! You know, if the other vigilantes weren't able to make it because of the decoy or whatever Black Mask was planning.

. . .

God what was she doing...?

Swinging from building to building, she headed into the direction of Wayne Manor. Except, she soon found out just how far the manor was from the city. By the time she made it to the manor, just on the edge of the forest where she saw the clearing of the rather large and gothic mansion, she was quite literally out of breath.

"Damn rich people..." She wheezed, slightly panting as she tried to catch her breath. Once her breathing went back to normal, she climbed over the aging stone wall and jogged over to the massive building.

Scaling up the wall, she peeked through the multiple windows, making mental notes to herself as she continued to go through each window.

"Now if I were a bunch of thugs, where would I-"

And as if on cue, a large explosion shook the mansion, smoke coming out from one of the sides of the mansion.

"There, I would be over there." She sighed out.

Quickly crawling her way over, she let herself inside the very large ballroom, trying her best to not gawk at how fancy it looked whilst crawling on the ceiling.

"Nobody move! Or the brat gets it!"

Looking down, everyone was in a state of panic while a thug with a black mask held a young boy hostage, a gun to his head.

With the smoke slightly clearing up, she had taken note that there were about 8 men, and they were all armed, wonderful.

All of them were shoving through the crowd of rich folks, seeming to look for someone in particular. While they were busy doing that, she quietly dropped down, trying to use the smoke and people, hopefully they didn't scream out when they saw her.

"Sorry, pardon me." She quietly whispered, squeezing past the many expensive suits and dresses. "I like the tie." She complimented, though everyone just gawked at her as she put a finger up to where her lips were supposed to be as she made her way over to one of the thugs.

"Hey." She called out, poking the thug's shoulder.

"Wha-" Turning around, about to aim his gun at her, she quickly webbed his mouth shut with one hand while the other had shot out a web to take hold of his gun to take it out from his hand. Shooting out another web to wrap his upper body, she jabbed the butt of the assault rifle into his stomach, causing him to let out a muffle 'oomph!'.

Stumbling back from the impact, she gave him a simple push into the wall before using her webs to keep the man stuck to the wall.

Dusting off her hands, she soon took notice of the many rich folks who only looked at her in bafflement. A bit embarrassed at the attention, the Spider cleared her throat, pointing behind her shoulder.

"I should.. I should probably go." Raising her hand up, she had her web shooter pull herself back up onto the ceiling, crawling on her hands and feet to get to whichever criminal she saw next.

For the next 20 minutes, she was able to take down two more guys before the hostage situation had gotten worse.

Finishing up with keeping one of Black Mask's stuck to the ceiling, the sound of laughter from Mask's men had garnered her attention.

"Now we're getting somewhere." The man holding Damian grinned cynically. Just opposite of him was another one of the criminals, now having Bruce Wayne as a hostage, another gun pressed to his head.

"Alright Mr. Philanthropist, you're gonna listen closely and do as we say: Within 24 hours you're gonna give us 20 billion in exchange for the brat." Damian's hostage tightened his grip around his neck, pressing the gun even closer to the pre-teen's skull.

"I will kill you all." Damian hissed out, but he was only met with getting hit with the gun, making him grunt in pain.

"Shut the hell up." His captor growled out.

"You can have the 20 billion, just leave my son out of this." Bruce said, doing his best in trying to stay calm.

The man only cackled, the sound of his gun cocking, his finger now hovering over the trigger. "We're gonna need the 20 billion first Mr. Wayne."

"Ahem."

All heads quickly swiveled to the sound, only to see Spider-Woman standing there, almost a bit awkwardly.

"Didn't know we were supposed to bring guns to a party as fancy as this." She commented.

It went silent for a moment.

Okay.. Great start.

"Who the fuck are you?" The young Wayne's captor hissed out.

"Oh you know," She let out a small nervous huff. "Just a passerby, thought I would take a look around Gotham and all." She waved a hand nonchalantly. "And you know, it's really nice in Gotham, well, of course, minus all the crime and guys trying to mug an innocent bystander every ten minutes."

She continued to ramble, her arms moving about.

People only looked at her like she was crazy, and honestly? She couldn't blame them.

She herself had no idea what in the hell she was doing, she just hoped she could find herself an opening before the situation escalated any more than it already has.

At some point, the captors were getting irritated, now finding her ramblings tiring.

"Would someone get rid of this bitch already!?" One of them yelled out.

In that moment, her senses tingled, but everything had almost gone in slow motion as the sound of a gunshot rang out, making people scream while some sort of black baton was simultaneously thrown at one of the captors.

Bruce Wayne's captor let out a pained yell as he had been hit with the baton, to the Spider's left though, another yell of pain was heard, as it was one of thugs who was about to shoot the woman.

"What the-!?" Damian Wayne's captor's attention quickly turned to where the baton and gunshot had came from.

Taking this moment of distraction, the female vigilante quickly shot out a web and yanked the gun out from the captor's hand.

"Hey!" Turning his head to look at her, she shot another web, making it cover his entire face. Alarmed, his hands quickly let go of the boy and tried to pull the webbing off. Damian, in response, turned to his captor and gave him a swift kick, knocking him back onto his butt.

There was no time to relax though, for from the corner of the Spider's eye, she saw another one of Black Mask's minions point their gun straight at Damian.

"Hey kid watch out!" She yelled. Quickly running towards him, she closed the distance by grabbing him with her web before shooting another web and pulling themselves up to the ceiling.

An echo of screams rang in the ballroom, everyone now running and panicking, all of the rich folk quickly trying to leave the now dangerous room.

"You alright?" She looked at the boy who had a scowl, arms crossed.

"I'm fine." He retorted.

Rude.

"Okay Mr. Grumpy-Pants." She muttered.

Hearing more gunshots, she looked over and saw two of Gotham's vigilantes fighting off the rest of Mask's men.

"Hey so, I'm gonna leave you up here real quick-"

"You will not-"

It was too late though, the young Wayne found himself webbed into a cocoon, now stuck to the ceiling of his home while the Spider made her way down to help the two men.

"Release me at once!" He yelled at her, fuming.

Both Red Hood and Nightwing were preoccupied and cornered by Black Mask's minions. Both fighting the men and dodging the bullets they shot at the vigilantes.

Too preoccupied, Nightwing had realized too late as one of the men were about a second away from getting shot. But an all too familiar sticky string had pulled the gun out from the minion's hands only to be promptly knocked out with a harsh kick from behind.

"You boys need help?" She questioned, tossing the gun to the side.

"We have it just fine."

"That'd be appreciated."

Red Hood and Nightwing glanced at each other, but Red Hood seemed to be the one to look away first. With a smile, Nightwing threw his escrima stick, shocking a criminal as they went down while he looked back at the Spider.

The two nodded nodded at each other at the result of Red Hood's lack of resistance and made quick work of joining the two men.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around in Gotham before." Nightwing turned a bit, dodging a fist that flew his way.

"Ah well, I just thought I'd do a bit of sightseeing." Spider-Woman replied, webbing one of the men's foot to the ground, causing him to fall face first onto the ground.

"And Gotham was your first choice?" The first Robin looked over at her, both brows raised, while simultaneously kneeing a man in his face.

She let out a small laugh, weaving her way behind a guy before shoving him to fall to his knees.

"I let the wheel of fate choose for me." She shrugged.

Nightwing quickly picked up his escrima and tossed it to her, her web shooting out to have it come to her faster.

Once in hand, she tossed the escrima in the air a bit before catching it once more and hitting the man, who was trying to get up, in the back of the head, causing him to fall once more, though this time staying down for good.

"You two, less talking and more beating Sionis' men up." Red Hood grunted in irritation, taking hold of the man throwing a punch at him and bent it the other way, causing the man to let out a blood curdling scream.

Both Spider-Woman and Nightwing backed up into each other, their backs pressed to each other.

"Is he always that snappy?" She questioned, causing him to laugh.

"He's nice, I promise."

She only let out an unconvinced hum in response.

Clasping his fingers together, Spider-Woman stepped into his hands as he threw her into the air. Finding her target, she shot two strings of webs to the ground before pulling herself feet first, giving the last guy a good kick, and a long-term concussion, to the head.

A satisfied hum left her lips, hands on her hips.

Nightwing whistled a bit, walking over to her. "You're pretty good." He mused.

She couldn't help but feel giddy at the compliment, remembering the adrenaline rush that comes with being a vigilante.

"Why thank you." She said in a bit of a posh accent, one arm slinging behind her back while the other wrapped around her stomach, and bowed.

Nightwing chuckled at her antics as she straightened herself up.

"I thought I'd be a bit rusty, but it seems I still got it." She hummed brushing her shoulder. Soon, she felt something sturdy and warm brush against the back of her head, slowly tilting her head backwards, the looked as Red Hood was tilting his head down to look at her.

"What are you doing here in Gotham?" His robotic voice questioned. "And don't give me that 'sightseeing' bullshit."

Turning herself around to face the slightly scary man, she looked up at him clearing her throat and held a finger up.

"Uh well, for starters," She started. She only looked as he continued to stare at her, waiting for a response.

God was he scary when you weren't a citizen.

She seemed to be having a hard time trying to come up with something, a sense of deja vu coming upon her.

"I have.. Family..?" Her response was more of a question than an answer, and that only made Red Hood even more unconvinced.

"Really." He crossed his arms.

"Ye.. s...?" She slowly drew out the word a bit more, slightly cringing at how unsure she sounded herself.

"If you are done chatting then it would be smart of you to let me down before I come down myself!" A voice, slightly far away, yelled out.

All three vigilantes looked up towards the voice and saw Damian still stuck to the ceiling.

Nightwing snorted a bit at this, the Spider quickly clearing her throat.

"I uh, better go get him." Letting out a nervous chuckle, she glanced at the two vigilantes before webbing her way up to the ceiling, ripping away at the webs to get the boy out from his cocooned confines.

"I don't trust her." Jason squinted his eyes at her, watching her every move.

Dick rolled his eyes at this. "You don't trust anyone Jay- Ow!"

His head went forwards, a light slapping noise echoing in the walls.

"Vigilante names, we don't know if she can hear us or not." Jason stated.

Dick only let out an annoyed huff, rubbing the back of his head, there was a bit of a smile on Jason's lips, his mood slightly lifting after giving his older brother a good smack.

The Spider soon let their youngest brother down back to the ground. They only watched in amusement as the two seemed to have an exchange of words before Bruce made his way over.

"You're alright?" He questioned his son, crouching down a bit to take a look at him.

"Fine." Damian huffed, looking away, arms crossed. "I told you this party was useless." He slightly glared at his father who only chuckled, giving a small ruffle to his hair.

"I'll make it up to you, promise." He smiled. Standing up, the billionaire looked at the female vigilante. "Thank you, for saving my son."

"Oh, I mean.." The Spider became a bit bashful, a sheepish laugh leaving her mouth. Rubbing the back of her head, she slightly looked away, waving her hand a bit. "It wasn't just me who helped too."

She looked over at the other two vigilantes, the two seeming to be talking—more like bickering, no one needs to know that but them though—until Nightwing lightly elbowed Red Hood who begrudgingly followed behind the masked vigilante who made his way to them.

"Mr. Wayne." Nightwing said with a smile.

"Ah, Nightwing." The billionaire smiled, looking over at the man that stood behind the more chipper vigilante. "Red Hood."

Red Hood only gave the man a curt nod, muttering the billionaire's name as a greeting. He shifted his weight, having crossed his arms before promptly looking away afterwards.

It became a bit awkward after that, Spider-Woman only watching with slight discomfort at the odd greeting she had just witnessed.

Clearing her throat, all three men looked over at her. "Well I uh, I better get going." She pointed behind her.

"To New York?" Bruce questioned, raising a brow.

"What?" She questioned back, looking at the man before blinking a bit too much. "You.." She pointed at herself. "You know of me?" She asked, dumbfounded.

He chuckled at this. "Of course, you were all over the internet with your disappearance." He mused.

"Oh.." She mumbled, remembering seeing the many articles as well. Everyone questioning as to where she had gone, and if she was coming back.

The flash of a smile and a melodic voice calling out her name came to her, making her grimace.

"Everything alright?"

She snapped her head up to look at the billionaire who had a bit of concern on his face, the two vigilantes looking at her with questioning look.

"Uh, yeah, sorry." She hummed nervously. "All that fighting really tired me out." She winded up her arm, rocking back and forth on her feet a bit. "Anyways uh, thank you, for having me. Sorry about the mess."

Her hands moved around all over the place, taking small steps back towards the large hole in the wall. "I'll be, I'll be going now, haha.."

Turning around, a web shot out from her wrist and she had left with the wind.

"Some party that was." Dick mused.

"Father did you see how she stuck me to the ceiling like some insect?" Damian quipped.

"Maybe because you are one." Jason mused.

Immediately, Damian's head turned to look at his brother to give him a glare. Bruce only sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Enough." Looking over at his two oldest, he gave them a questionable look. "Does anyone want to tell me what Spider-Woman is doing in Gotham?" He questions.

Dick shrugged at this. "Beats me."

Jason stayed quiet, a bit of a grimace falling on his face.

"Jason."

The second Robin only rolled his eyes, looking at his adoptive father.

"She seemed to have come to Gotham a week ago. Only trail she left was her webs." He informed, arms still crossed.

"And I wasn't informed about this because..?"

Jason shrugged. "Didn't seem important."

The father and son duo stared at each other for a good while, tension slightly building up.

Fuck, this wasn't how Jason wanted this to go.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Bruce beat him to it.

"Well as long as she doesn't pose a threat." He sighed out. "You two should probably get changed, I'm sure Gordan and the others will be here soon."

And right as Bruce said that, the distant sound of sirens could be heard, the colors red and blue flashing in a distance through the darkness and trees.

With a nod, both Jason and Dick went to leave—Damian following along to head to his room—Dick going on ahead, all the while Jason having stopped in his tracks after hearing his name be called out.

Turning his head, he looked over his shoulder, seeing Bruce stare at him for a moment, his lips pressed into a line.

"Will you..." He hesitated for a moment. "Will you be staying for the night?"

Jason stopped breathing for a moment.

Did he want him to stay? Or was he just asking out of formalities? Of course Bruce wanted him to stay, he was his son for crying out loud.

Jason's mouth suddenly felt dry, having to lick his slightly chapped lips. His eyes darted around the room, suddenly feeling like that walls of the ballroom were closing in on him even though there was a giant hole in one of the walls.

"No, I'll be going back to my place." He flexing his hand a bit to try and calm his nerves, feeling his clothes suddenly feeling a bit too small on him all of sudden.

"I see. Take care then. I'll see you tomorrow." Bruce said softly.

"Yeah." Was all Jason was able to muster before walking off, leaving the man by himself in the large ballroom.

His footsteps quickened once he left the room, a somewhat nauseous feeling overcoming him. Quickly moving the arms of the grandfather clock once more, he wasted no time going down the stairs.

Fast walking to his motorcycle, he kicked the stand up and stuck the key into the ignition.

"Leaving so soon?"

Jason paused, hand just barely about to turn the key to start his bike. It was quiet between him and Dick, the two not saying a word.

"Bye." Jason said, his bike roaring to life at the same time, almost drowning out his goodbye as he sped off.

Dick only sighed, watching his younger brother leave the Batcave, the smell of exhaust and gasoline filling the air.

At least he's trying.

part 1 part 2 part 3

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood #spiderwoman reader #to love and self loathe #strangers to friends to lovers #dcu #dc universe #x reader #female reader #I'm pretty proud about the fight scene #reader is just a lil silly #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #nightwing #tim drake

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nicomoon69 · 2 months

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How would a Robin & a Spiderman Bernard team up go? Also are there any other ideas you have for this au that you could share?

(sorry in advance for the messiness, I have many thoughts but little brain cells)

I am still super in the brainstorm and planning phase, so nothing is set in stone yet BUT I do have a few possible ideas depending on how I exactly want the story to go. So here’s a few of the possibilities:

1. instead of Bernard going to rescue Tim at the end of TD:R it will be as Spider-Man instead of civilian Bernard and he’ll be looking to rescue Robin instead of Tim. this would be more so be a batfam + spiderman team up rather than robin and spiderman, but I’m including it cause the potential for a moment between the two is there

2. they team up when a large scale attack is going on in Gotham, I think someone like Ivy would fit (though I’m not super sure where she is in canon so that might change). up to that point Bernard will mostly have been dealing with smaller crime (robberies, mugging etc.) so he’s mostly busy rescuing civilians until his spidey senses tell him there’s someone in danger. said someone being Red Robin, who’s facing Ivy alone and not doing too well. the rest of the Bats are nowhere to be seen so Bernard helps out

3. Bernard is webbing up some people so they can’t get away until the GCPD arrives when RR approaches him about working together to bust a drug ring since it’s on what people started considering Spider-Man’s area. Bernard agrees, excited to be working together with Tim as equals in the field

all of these have something I like, so it’s really going to be a matter of figuring out what works best and also what makes the most sense since esp scenario 1 could bring some difficulties

as for ideas I can share there’s not honestly that much yet :”)

I am working on exactly how I want Bernard’s spider powers to work and what they change abt him. ofc there’s gonna be the basics like spidey senses, the sticking to walls, enhanced healing etc and since Bernard is also a science guy I can justify him having his webshooters. outside of that I think a quirk in his powers fitting for Gotham would be great, though I’m not sure what exactly. He does already have little spider fangs, but I didn’t add them for practical use so I’m not counting them as special powers quirk

#spiderman benard dowd #bernard dowd #dc #dc comics #dcu #tim drake #red robin #dc robin #robin #batman #batfam #tim drake robin #my brain

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 11 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝(𝐬)

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)

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feralwaff1e · 3 months

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It was now or never.

“I know you’re there. I know you’re fucking watching. You’re always watching. Guess what? I’m not here to work. That’s right. I’m here to be lazy.” To further illustrate this statement, he kicks his legs over his armrest, folding his arms behind his head, and smirking. “So lazy. Maybe I’ll take a nap. How do you feel about that?”

There’s a snarl above him, from the abyss that forms his ceiling. It sounds like metal being scraped against rocks. A creature scales down the wall like a spider. She drops the rest of the way, landing on her hands and feet in a crouched position. When she stands, she easily towers over Vox at almost twenty feet. She dresses in a circa 1980s ladies’ black pantsuit with shoulder pads so severe they look like pauldrons. Her shoes have knife blades in the place of the spike heels. Instead of a mouth, the creature has the funnel of a loudspeaker welded to the lower half of her face. Her eyes are bloodshot and manic. The eyes of too few nights of sleep and too many cups of coffee. Arms akimbo, hands tipped with perfectly manicured razor sharp nails on her hips in the ultimate power stance, she growls again. Her hair, burning as bright as white lightning, is pulled back in a bun so tight that the skin of her forehead and around her eyes are taut

“Vox,” she roars. “Why aren’t you working?”

‘Well, to be honest. I don’t feel like it.” Vox smiles ruefully when the entity emits an outraged howl. He looks at the creature. “I’m going on vacation,” he tells her. “I’m going on vacation, and I won’t be working.”

The creature howls with rage. “A vacation,” she hisses. “Laziness! You have too much work to do! You have no time for a vacation. Nose to the grindstone!” she drops to all fours and snarls. “You should be working!”

Vox sags against his chair. He’s been dealing with her for a while now. He hadn’t had an issue, but then he’d started spending time with Alastor, he started going to therapy, and that led to him wanting to spend less time here…

That’s when the issues started happening.

I absolutely love, Radio Saved The TV Star. It’s a great Fic and I recommend it! If I’m correct, @slash-is-my-weakness86 wrote it! I cannot wait for the new chapter!! The link is in the undercut!

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heluvaku · 11 months

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The spiderverse is crazy! 💥💥💥💥 (do spider noir....pls I'm begging.)

𝒟𝑒𝒿𝒶 𝒱𝓊 .

A Peter B. Parker | Spider Noir x Gender-Neutral Reader .

warnings ; dacryphilia , bondage , praise , slight degradation , creampie , vaginal sex , vaginal fingering , dumbification (if you reeeaaallly squint) , mating press , drooling , reader has vagina .

authors note ; dude . spider noir is so . NGGGHHAAAAAHH I NEED HIM anyways i liked writing this because when i realized that the webs could be used for bondage i was like EEEUUURREEEKAAA !!! so yeah . anyways pardon if he's ooc its my first time writing him <//3

You never expected there to be multiple spiderpeople. The idea of it was foreign to you, especially after the announcement of his death was brought to Brooklyn just yesterday. You’d never foresee the possibility of more to appear from nowhere.

That was until you found yourself tied up and a black and white spiderman sheathed inside of you.

Your face was shoved onto a pillow, arms and abdomen tied together with sticky white webs. Moans fall from the masked lips of the man behind you, thrusting in and out of your stuffed hole. He’s been pleasuring you for hours on end; and he’s barely cum. You, on the other hand, have arrived for the nth time, granting you the inability to think and form full sentences. Tears prick your eyes as you make incoherent sounds along with pleasured whines.

“Don’t cry, darling. You’ve been doing so well; surely you could handle more of me,” Peter beckoned. His hands gripped your hips tighter, the black gloves cold on your exposed skin. You mewl at his words, spreading your legs so he could bury himself deeper into you. The monochrome man hums, then slows down before pulling out entirely. You whimper from the sudden emptiness, tears finally escaping from your eyes.

Before you knew it, you were flipped over on your back, fuzzy eyes staring at where his would be. The noir spider’s hand strokes the right side of your face, wiping away tears. Peter made you feel a new sense of comfort during such an obscene act. Just as your crying came to a stop, you felt him push your legs to your chest, his thumbs caressing the underside of your thighs while he lined himself back up with you.

“One more time, my love. For me, please,” the monochromatic spider begged. Noir’s breath was shallow and filled with desperacy. He shoved himself inside you, cursing as he bottomed out. You let out a pathetic whimper, earning a slow thrust in return. Peter’s pace was agonizingly slow, taking his time with your spent body. You, however, didn’t like that,

You made a measly attempt to utter the word ‘faster’, but it came out in babbles of nonsense. The gray-scale spiderman seemed to have understood as his speed increased along with his intensity. The grip on your thighs tightened, fingers sinking into the bare flesh. You feel a familiar tightness in your abdomen and you whine, drool absconding from your mouth.

“What a slattern — Or are the words dirty slut more commonplace to you?” Noir teases, his cock bullying itself into you. He pressed your legs closer to you, your knees practically touching the mattress. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too much for you, vision blurring with tears de novo. With just a few thrusts, you came around him, walls clenching around him as your semen gushed from inside of you.

Spider Noir curses your name under his breath, throwing his head back slightly. The sounds of his words of degradation and praise, along with the sound of his dick moving inside your slick cunt, made you hot with embarrassment. Peter’s thrusts became sporadic, sweet nothings leaving his lips.

“Do you mind if I.. Inside?” Peter asks, his breathing heavy and his cock twitching, “I beg of you, my dear, I need you.”

You nod the best you could with your current position, and mutter out a ‘yes’. Almost immediately after, you felt Noir fill your insides, letting go of your thighs and sliding out of you. He chuckled at your current state then helped you untie yourself once he noticed your glare.

Once you tried to get up, he laid you back down and took off his glove. You looked at him confused until you felt his fingers pushing his seed back inside you.

“See this as something to remember me by,” He says with a smile.

You think, at least. It’s hard to tell.

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mirrored-movements · 10 months

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Bittersweet

(Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Synopsis: We all know Lyla was based off of something from Miguel's past, but what if there was another Ai that nobody knew about? What's the story behind it?

Warnings: A little sat-Idk, kinda cried a little finishing it, maybe spoilers but I also don't remember

They say there’s a story behind every person, a reason for what they do and how they do it. But whether or not others knew was the real question.

Everyone in HQ was familiar with the sassy little AI known as Lyla, but what if there was another AI? One that was kept much closer than Lyla- like a toy that didn’t want to be shared.

He didn’t mean to stumble across it, well not that he stumbled across it himself- more like Mayday had gone on one of her explorations of the base having accidentally wandered into Miguel's empty office.

“Mayday! Get down from there!” Hollering up at his daughter Peter began scaling the wall after her, a short yell leaving his lips as she’d popped down landing on the main console of Miguels computer. “Look what you’ve done- now we’ll both get in trouble.”

Jumping down himself Peter moved to swipe Mayday up and off the keyboard; intent on just pretending they weren’t there in the first place had someones voice begin speaking.

“Mayday Parker and Peter Parker, hello!”

Craning his head around to see who’d spoke his eyes landed on a golden glowing figure, his brain right away associating it with Lyla however upon a closer inspection he could see it was most definitely not her.

“Uh hello,” Trying to figure out what to do or say he glanced around the room for a second as if making sure the aforementioned brunette wasn’t around. “What er well who are you?”

Popping out of existence for a second the small golden glow reappeared before his face, a smile dawning the holograms features. “My names (Y/N), I usually take care of emotional matters regarding Miguel.”

The smile on the holograms face was still present as it spoke, the explanation coming across a little strange in Peters opinion as he didn’t recall the existence of another Ai let alone one that presumably provided emotional stability.

“Emotional matters? So you’re like a?” “A companion.” Finishing what was said (Y/N) smiled once again, holographic hand raising to make a few projected stars seeing as Mayday had become enamoured with the lights.

“Oh, and where did you come from?”

“Base reference 001 has ceased to exist, however I serve as a digital copy.”

“I see, so-” Halting himself from finishing he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck raising, spider senses tingling with a warning of the oncoming futuristic spiderman. “Well we have to get going but can you,” Pointing towards the hologram Peter then pointed towards himself. “Keep this between us?”

Despite knowing that this was one of Miguel’s Ai he had hoped there was at least some semblance of self thinking- his assumption being correct when a zipper motion was made followed by a nod.

What a strange encounter.

Watching Peter and Mayday leave (Y/N) remained still, sensors scanning the darkened room once it was empty- nearly falling into sleep mode if not for the scanners going off as well as Lyla’s chipper voice calling into the room.

Grinning once more the holograms both quickly welcomed one another, the one that’d been stationary within the room quickly chirping a welcom back to the man as well occupying the space over his right shoulder.

Standing just down the hall Peter strained his ears to hear the interaction, mind filtering through millions of ideas before coming to settle on one question in particular.

Just who was (Y/N)?

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“So you’re telling me, that there is restricted access to the person you were modeled after?”

“As far as I can tell yes.”

“So you don’t actually know anything about them or well you?”

“I know what I am programmed to know?”

“And what’s that?”

“That I’m (Y/N) and I’m Miguels companion.”

Conversations like this seemed to pop up whenever Peter felt curious enough to sneak back into Miguels office, he couldn’t help but be a little bitter that the man never mentioned the Ai in any sense considering how close- or rather how close he thought they were.

“Ok no see- that feels like you’re a pet or something. You had to have been a real person at some point right? Or a real something?” Waving his hands around he emphasized his points a little. From his knowledge Lyla was modeled after something from Miguel’s past, therefor this new one should be no different.

Growing quiet (Y/N) sat cross legged in the air, hand resting beneath their chin while trillions of layers of code circled through their data filled mind. A sort of frown beginning to etch itself onto their glowing face. “I don’t know, I’m not really programed to know that kind of thing. So there’s really only one person who could help you answer the questions you’re asking.”

“Yeah it’s beginning to seem that way,” Letting out a sigh Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

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“Come on Miguel- “

“No, you asking this mean’s you’ve been snooping. End of discussion.” Snapping back at the robe clad man Miguel’s gaze hardened, hands curling tightly at the though of Peter intruding on something that was supposed to be private. “How did you even activate it in the first place?”

Rubbing the back of his neck Peter let out a sheepish laugh head turning to the side as if to avoid the man’s intense stare. “Mayday fell onto the console and pressed some buttons- but really she didn’t mean to, and if it’s any consolation I think that (Y/N) is pretty friendly. Really life like.”

Sucking in a breath, Miguel raised a hand in order to run it through his hair, brows furrowed together and lips pressed firmly shut.

He wasn’t sure what to say.

“But hey I mean if you want to keep it a secret then that’s fine by me bu-”

“(Y/N) was a lover of mine,” Beginning with that he’d cut Peter off, steps continuing to carry him towards where his workspace was under the assumption that Peter would follow. “The real (Y/N).”

He could almost remember everything as clear as day.

The smell of coffee pungently filled the air, chatter hummed throughout the small shop and people came in and out of the establishment.

That was the first time he’d met you; bright smile and an equally bright personality. A barista was your occupation however later on around the second time he’d come in he’d come to learn you were also a student. Biochemistry was what you were studyin, a hard field but you seemed to tolerate it nonetheless.

He admired that.

Around the third and fourth time dropping in he’d taken note of the little doodles you’d often draw on the sleeve of his to-go cup, little flowers and the occasional bee if the afternoon rush wasn’t too busy.

You seemed to admire the man as well- if not worry about his caffeine intake considering how frequently he’d begun dropping in.

He was attractive, that much was clear. Tall dark and mysterious is what you and your coworkers would call him, however he seemed less mysterious and more reserved the more you got to know him, almost like there was a certain hesitance around building up friendships with others.

You’d taken the initiative first during his twelf visit, pen in hand as well as the sleeve of Miguels coffee- the man’s name being learned when you had to write it along the side.

To say he was presently surprised was a bit of an understatement, the set of digits scribbled into the side of his coffee had the edges of his lips quirking up only the slightest bit. A short wave quickly being spared your way.

That was where it all started. When the meaningless texts were passed back and forth, little snippets of conversation- everything that led up until the first date.

A cute little restaurant he’d picked out on the corner of maine; you seemed to adore the decor, even going as far as asking the man to take a picture of you beside the trellis of flowers outside. Which, of course he did- how could he say no?

One date, turned into two and then into three until eventually you’d somehow wormed your way into the deepest parts of his heart, past the cement walls he’d constructed and completely bypassing any prerequisite that might’ve existed.

A couple, that’s what you were now.

You liked surprising him in the mornings before having to head out to work, and he liked coming home to find you sound asleep-- taking the time to slip himself beneath the sheets where he knew you’d welcome him with open arms.

You were his light, something he fought for and wanted to protect until the end of time.

However spidermans story was a cruel one, one full of anguish and heartache- one where taking was the only thing the world did.

“Miguel, how come you come home so late.” Coming to muse that out you laid against the man’s chest, hands stretching up much like a cat in order to gently play with the brown strands.

Raching up to take one of your hands he pressed a gently kiss to the palm, relishing in the soft warmth it had before folding your fingers softly in order to rest his lips against your knuckles. “It’s so I don’t miss the beauty that is your presence in the morning, mi luz.”

Airily laughing in response you took in a breath, eyes staring up adoringly at him.

What you two had was pure; something he hadn’t felt in ages. The way you were able to lighten up his day with a single look was enough for him to think farther ahead, he never wanted this feeling to go away.

“But I miss you when I get off of work, making me wait all by myself.”

The pout on your lips was adorable.

Chuckling he shook his head, body raising slightly in order for him to be able to kiss the top of your head. “I miss you too.” Taking a moment to think about what he wanted to say Miguels hand released yours, instead both of them coming to cradle your cheeks softly. “How about this, I’ll get off work early and we can go for dinner?”

Your expression lit up at this, lips curling into that beautiful smile that never failed to make his heart flutter.

God did he love you so much.

As he retold the story to Peter, Miguel could feel his heart begin to clench, suit clad feet coming to stand on the rising platform of his work place motioning for the other man to follow suit all the while continuing, a bitter taste to his words.

Everything was set, the reservations were made, an outfit was picked out for you and laid out among the bed- everything.

His gaze focused out the apartments window, small velvety box clasped tightly within his hand.

You were perfect, everything he dreamed about, everything he thought about. From the smallest hair on your head down to every breath you took- he loved you fully and whole heartedly.

So why, why did the world have to be so cruel.

A threat that wasn’t of his world had come spiraling in, he remembered that day vividly as the buildings surrounding downtown began to crumble one by one.

Try as he might there were only so many lives he could save, so much he could do against a foe that wasn’t of his world.

Spidermand wasn’t a killer, but on that day he saw red.

“The last thing I ever got was a kiss on the cheek that morning and an I love you.”

Having been starring into the back of Miguels suit, Peters gaze trailed towards something the man had pulled out of a nearby compartment. His heart aching for the man.

It was a velvet box.

“Some things should stay buried, but I didn’t want to forget.” Turning around he leaned against the consol, the small golden holographic form of (Y/N) appearing in an instant, projected hands moving to pat his shoulder reassuringly despite the touch never being felt.. “It’ll never be perfect, I know that.”

“But it’s all I’ve got.”

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I didn't mean for this to come out so sad- BUT DAMN ;-;

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