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And if I did what would you guys want to see?

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I want to write original fiction.

How does one go about doing so? I do just start writing and pray the tagging gods work in my favor? Do I gather a merry crew first to support me? Is there a circle a can join? How do I find mutuals? I feel like starting an original work without dedicated followers will be extremely lonely, but it’s a work I’ve been thinking about for a while.

And how do y’all feel about village witch hermit x lesbian lumberjack? That is the most important question!

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DO NOT DO THIS!!!

If a website has a paywall, like New York Times, DO NOT use the ctrl+A shortcut then the ctrl+c shortcut as fast as you can because then you may accidentally copy the entire article before the paywall comes up. And definitely don't do ctrl+v into the next google doc or whatever you open because then you will accidentally paste the entire article into a google doc or something!!!! I repeat DO NOT do this because it is piracy which is absolutely totally wrong!!!

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Reblog to have the most homoerotic year of your life 2024

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Just a bunch of useful websites

12ft – Hate paywalls? Try this site out.

My Fridge Food – No idea what to make? Tell this site what ingredients you have on hand and it will give you recipes to cook.

Project Gutenberg – Always ends up on these type of lists and for very good reason. All works that are copyright free in one place.

Ninite – New PC? Install all of your programs in one go with no bloat or unnecessary crap.

Unchecky – Tired of software trying to install additional unwanted programs? This will stop it completely by unchecking the necessary boxes when you install.

Sci-Hub – Research papers galore! Check here before shelling out money. And if it’s not here, try the next link in our list.

LibGen – Lots of free PDFs relate primarily to the sciences.

Zotero – A free and easy to use program to collect, organize, cite and share research.

Car Complaints – Buying a used car? Check out what other owners of the same model have to say about it first.

CamelCamelCamel – Check the historical prices of items on Amazon and set alerts for when prices drop.

Have I Been Pawned – Still the king when it comes to checking if your online accounts have been released in a data breach. Also able to sign up for email alerts if you’ve ever a victim of a breach.

Radio Garden – Think Google Earth but wherever you zoom, you get the radio station of that place.

Just The Recipe – Paste in the url and get just the recipe as a result. No life story or adverts.

Tineye – An Amazing reverse image search tool.

My 90s TV – Simulates 90’s TV using YouTube videos. Also has My80sTV, My70sTV, My60sTV and for the younger ones out there, My00sTV. Lose yourself in nostalgia.

Foto Forensics – Free image analysis tools.

Old Games Download – A repository of games from the 90’s and early 2000’s. Get your fix of nostalgia here.

Online OCR – Convert pictures of text into actual text and output it in the format you need.

Remove Background – An amazingly quick and accurate way to remove backgrounds from your pictures.

Twoseven – Allows you to sync videos from providers such as Netflix, Youtube, Disney+ etc and watch them with your friends. Ad free and also has the ability to do real time video and text chat.

Terms of Service, Didn’t Read – Get a quick summary of Terms of service plus a privacy rating.

Coolors – Struggling to get a good combination of colors? This site will generate color palettes for you.

This To That – Need to glue two things together? This’ll help.

Photopea – A free online alternative to Adobe Photoshop. Does everything in your browser.

BitWarden – Free open source password manager.

Atlas Obscura – Travelling to a new place? Find out the hidden treasures you should go to with Atlas Obscura.

ID Ransomware – Ever get ransomware on your computer? Use this to see if the virus infecting your pc has been cracked yet or not. Potentially saving you money. You can also sign up for email notifications if your particular problem hasn’t been cracked yet.

Way Back Machine – The Internet Archive is a non-profit library of millions of free books, movies, software, music, websites and loads more.

Rome2Rio – Directions from anywhere to anywhere by bus, train, plane, car and ferry.

Splitter – Seperate different audio tracks audio. Allowing you to split out music from the words for example.

myNoise – Gives you beautiful noises to match your mood. Increase your productivity, calm down and need help sleeping? All here for you.

DeepL – Best language translation tool on the web.

Forvo – Alternatively, if you need to hear a local speaking a word, this is the site for you.

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totally legal things ive collected over the years

beginner’s guide to legally doing things - use this browser for doing legal things - use this free vpn for doing legal things - the vpn’s playstore app - webrtc leak shield - photoshop - paint tool sai - she-ra 1 2 3 4 5 - movies in the us - movies in other countries - suf - ninjago - ninjago movie - pokemon movies - lego city adventures - film ebooks - freddy files (fnaf) - learn greek - toxicity awareness (ebooks) - 3ds emulator - 3ds roms - more 3ds roms - sun and moon rom - tomodachi life rom - even more roms - witch ebooks

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In the Eyes

summary: marc is dating the most competitive mario-kart player he’s ever met. and he loves them.

prompt: reader and marc are playing mario kart and getting very competitive (but still fun, no actual fighting). they both end up ordering pizza and snuggling up on the couch watching ancient aliens cause why not. idk

pairing: marc spector x gn!reader, implied reader x steven grant/jake lockley

contents: fluff, internal angst, cheating during mario-kart (a cardinal sin), food mention, cheesy love confessions

gif credit: @nowritingonthewall

word count: 2.5k

an: this is a little late but, happy year anniversary to moonknight! thank you to @juneknight for putting together this moonknight anniversary fic exchange. all the smooshes and all my love bb. and to my lovely friends in Marc’s girls i love uuuuu 🥰 (p.s. internal angst is a must with marc spector so sorry in advance)

moonknight masterlist | requests are open

Nights like tonight are the sort you look forward to all week. And they’ve started to become a staple in your relationship with Marc. It’s partially because you like to have specific things that you do with each of them— the other half is that Steven and Jake suck at MarioKart. Marc is the only one who’s any real competition and with your competitive nature, it’s a requirement for game nights such as these.

Marc shows up to your apartment on time, as always, and just the sight of you has all of the tension that habitually sits in his shoulders dissipating. You look mischievous, mouth turned up in a smirk that he can’t help but want to kiss. Although your eyes say it all– bright and sparkling– it's abundantly clear that you’re ecstatic about him being here. It's something he still adapting to but would it be so terrible for him to believe that you genuinely do enjoy his presence? Horrible no, but terrifying. Nevertheless, he’s trying and will continue to show up if only to see that twinkle in your eye, no matter how hard it is to believe that he is the reason.

His self-deprecating train of thought is interrupted when you reach for him, pulling him in for a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Marc melts against your mouth, a hand raising to cup your cheek. There’s nothing that clears his mind like the feel of your lips against his– he would happily give up oxygen to kiss you for the rest of his days. But eventually, you pull away, grinning at him.

“Ready to get your ass kicked, Spector?” You huff breathlessly into his mouth.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down on it teasingly before saying, “Ready to do the ass-kicking, actually.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

Marc is all about routine, it's just who he is. It's the only thing he’s taken from his time serving that he is grateful for as it helps balance his mind– all of their minds. So when the two of you get the game loaded and make it to the characters screen he chooses Donkey Kong as he always does. Sometimes to mess with and throw him off a bit you’ll choose Donkey Kong. He has his list of backups– Link, Mario, and begrudgingly, Toad– but those never feel exactly right. Tonight you decide to give him a break, you’ll prove to him that you can beat him in his element or not.

The two of you are neck and neck on the last race, with Marc starting to lurch forward ahead of you. There’s a healthy distance between you, ample room for dramatic turns and frustrated bouncing without either of you accidentally elbowing the other. But, when he starts to leave you in the dust on the last lap around you know exactly how to distract him. Without taking your eyes off of the screen, you scoot an inch closer to him. He’s well aware of your movement, heightened observation comes with Khonshu but he makes nothing of it, focusing on making it to the finish line. The sly grin on your lips spreads and you shift even closer, this time your shoulder rubs against his. Marc stiffens, his grip on the controller fumbling a bit. It's the perfect opportunity for you to make your move, and you brush up against him again to ensure that he’ll glance over at you.

“What’re you doin’?” He asks suspiciously, and out of the corner of your eye, you see that for just a moment his eyes flicker over to you.

You grin, eyes firmly glued to the screen as you watch his character slow down. You pass him easily, your voice innocent as you say, “Nothing.”

When his eyes return to the screen they widen in disbelief as you cross the finish line a few seconds before him. “You cheated!” He accuses, looking over at you with narrowed eyes.

Your mouth drops open in feigned offense, “Did not!”

“Bullshit, baby, I know what you’re doing when you move closer to me.”

“You’re warm, I was cold.”

“Liar.”

“Alright, since you’re so sure, let’s go again. Best 2 out of 3. I’ll even sit on the ground this time, can’t cheat that way,” You insist, before shifting off the couch to sit crossed-legged between his knees.

As nonchalant as ever, Marc bends to wrap his arm around your waist and lifts you with no effort to place a pillow underneath your butt. The simple act of care contrasts with the competitive look on his face as he hands you your controller once more, “No funny business this time baby.”

He lets you get comfortable, waiting to strike. He’s trailing a few places behind you up until the last lap. You’re sure that you’ll win and halfway around the last pass you relax back against the couch. Unseen to you, Marc grins just before he starts to shift his knees back and forth.

“Hey now,” You quip, but you don’t look away from the screen or make any movement, assuming that he needs to readjust in his seat. But it continues and you glance up at him with a knowing look.

“Oh now, who’s cheating?” You ask, trying to lean away from his knees that he’s bumping into your shoulders.

“What was that? I can’t hear you over my impending victory,” He teases, nodding his head toward the screen.

When your eyes follow his over to the tv, you watch as he shoots you with a red shell before zooming away over the finish line. The shell disrupts you completely, and you’re passed by half of the computers. You end up in 7th place and huff in frustration, “Marc!

“Hmm?” He hums through a laugh, bending to press a kiss to your cheek.

You try your best to glare at him, but with his smile this wide and genuine, you can’t even hold the expression for more than a few seconds. “You only beat me because you cheated and I’m hungry.”

Marc frowns at you, setting his controller down on the coffee table before fishing his phone out of his pocket, “What? Why didn’t you say that before? What do you want— pizza?”

“Pizza’s good. I want—“

“I know, baby.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “What if I was gonna say something different?”

He looks up at you with an expression that says ‘really?’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was upset, genuinely feeling impatient with you. But, in the time that you’ve gotten to know him— all three of them— it’s become much easier to read them. It’s always in the eyes. And when it all boils down, no matter what he’s feeling or saying, all you ever see in Marc’s eyes is understanding and adoration for you.

“Ok, fair, I wasn’t but if I wanted to?”

He shrugs, a knowing smile on his face, “Then I would know.”

Your cheeks warm and you rest your head on his knee, looking up at him with this soft look on your face that makes him feel melted. To know and be known. It’s all either of you have ever wanted.

Marc clears his throat to distract from the flush in his cheeks he knows is there, “While we wait…y’know, Steven told me about this show— we don’t have to watch it if it doesn’t sound interesting to you.”

“I’m listening.”

Marc goes into an entire spiel, using his hand as he and Steven always do, though Marc’s movements are sharper and smaller. You’ve known that Marc is nerdy by how easy he navigates technology, casually throwing out terms here and there that you never understand. But to see him like this, with bright eyes as he explains the contents of the show, it displays you that similarity between him and Steven that’s always buzzing beneath the surface.

“Are you talking about Ancient Aliens?”

He snaps, eyes going wide, “Yes! You know it?”

You resist the urge to cup his face and dust his cheeks with a flurry of kisses, a difficult feat when he’s looking so adorably excited, “Hell yeah I know it, I watch it with my dad sometimes. I didn’t know you were into stuff like that.”

“Who doesn’t wanna know about aliens? Atlantis?”

“You always poke fun at Steven for stuff like this,” You say matter of factly.

“That was before I gave it a chance.”

While you get the controllers put up and decide on an episode, Marc heads into your kitchen to get drinks, the tube of parmesan out of your fridge and the red pepper out your fridge knowing that these are all necessary for pizza night. When he returns, you’re curled into a blanket and he sets everything down on the coffee table before pressing in beside you, his arms caging you into his chest.

Both of you are distracted. Not by the usual attraction— that’s manageable. Snuggled together on the couch like this, you both feel it. There’s this pool of some overwhelmingly delightful feeling neither of you has felt before. You can identify it immediately as love. Pure and gooey, like the warm insides of a chocolate chip cookie. Marc on the other hand refuses to look it in the eye, pushing it deeper and deeper until it’s light and fuzzy, ignorable. The last thing he will do is love someone who won’t love him. It isn’t the same— this time he is simply unworthy, not easy prey to a wounded predator— but he’s been there and done that. That wound sits on his chest, refusing to heal no matter what he does.

You lean back, lifting your head out of the crook of his neck to look at him, “Marc?”

He paused the show and met your gaze before you finished saying his name, “Yeah, honey?”

The remote almost slips out of his hand at the look in your eyes. Could it be more? Marc’s only ever seen that look in the eyes of one other— luckily after everything he and Layla are on amicable terms. But could he really have something like that again? Is that twinkle in your eye what he craves so much that his bones ache?

Under his intense gaze your resolve flatters, your heart, feeling as if it will beat right out of your chest.

“I—,” You breath catches in your throat that’s suddenly gone dry. What if he doesn’t love you back? Losing him means losing Steven and Jake. It means losing the only love you’ve ever known. You swallow those words and opt for others, “Tonight has been one of my favorite nights yet. Thank you.”

He can hear it in your tone. He knows that isn’t what you were going to say and by the look in his eyes, you know that he knows. He stares at you for several moments longer, giving you a chance, hoping that you’ll take the plunge because he can’t. Not yet.

Eventually, the pizza arrives and that cuts some of the tension that’s in the room. Something is clearly off but neither of you can find the courage to say anything as you finish eating and the credits roll on the episode you’d put on.

You let him leave. You kiss him goodbye and watch as he crosses the hall to the stairwell, only closing the door once he’s down the first flight. You feel like an idiot— why couldn’t you have just said it? He was waiting, eyes practically pleading, and yet the words wouldn’t form.

It only takes two minutes for you to decide that this isn’t how the night should end. Fears be damned, he deserves to know— they all do eventually. So you grab your keys, knowing that if you’d left your door unlocked for even the short time it would take to get him back, Jake would scold you about it.

Despite the quickness of your decision to chase after him, Marc is well down the street once you make it out the front door of your complex.

“Marc, wait!”

He stops immediately, recognizing your voice even from so far away. His eyes scan the street when he turns around and as soon as they find you, he’s walking towards you, brows furrowed in concern.

“What’s wrong? Did I forget something?” He pats his pockets, noting that his wallet and keys are there.

Maybe you’d decided to tell him what you were planning to say earlier and his heart begins to hammer again. His mind goes to the worst-case scenario, that maybe you weren’t going to confess deeper feelings for him. That you’re ready to be done with him, that he’s not worth it. That every disparaging thing his mother had ever said about him is true and you’ve just come to realize it.

“No, it’s just that I—“

“Yeah?” He prompts when you go quiet for a minute. His voice is fused with preemptive disappointment and he begins to prepare to leave the headspace, to retreat so far within that not even his alters can find him— Steven or Jake can deal with the aftermath of you. He’ll sulk and disappear like he had promised Steven a couple of years ago.

“I love you. I don’t know what I didn’t just say that before, I’d planned to but then you looked at me and it’s like I was scared all over again,” You whisper, eyes slipping down to look at the ground.

He tilts his head at you, his hand rising to cup your cheek. His voice is tender, and confused as he asks, “What do you have to be afraid of?”

“You know what,” You mumble, refusing to look up at him.

“That I wouldn’t want you? That I’d be stupid enough not to love you too?” He says the words as if they’re blasphemy like they’re the most ridiculous thing imaginable and you can’t help but look up at him.

“Why are you saying it like that?”

His other hand raises so he has both your cheeks in his hands, “Because it's complete bullshit, of course, I love you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, now come here,” He pulls you closer by his hand on your cheek, leaning in to press his mouth to yours. He kisses you fiercely, licking into your mouth with a fervor like never before. You match him, just as hungry and needy to show him how deeply you feel for him not just with words, but with actions.

He pulls away, breathless, “Steven’s saying we shouldn’t make out on the street.”

“Yeah, and what’s Jake saying?” You ask, though you can imagine his opinions on public indecency.

“You don’t wanna know.”

You giggle, before saying once more— firmly this time, unafraid to take the plunge because you know he’ll catch you, “I love you.”

“I love you,” He repeats, his mouth brushing yours as he says it.

You arch a brow at him, smiling against his lips. “Enough to settle who’s won and stay the night?”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it,” He murmurs cheekily through a grin, pulling you back towards your apartment.

It’s safe to say that you both got it.

moonknight taglist: @angelfxllcm, @in-between-the-cafes, @honeybrowne, @ninebluehearts, @rmoonstoner, @hotchs-bitch, @later-gators12, @foreverinwanderlustt-blog, @aleeb, @julydaydream, @welcometostayingawake, @eyelessfaces, @marc-spectorr, @missdictatorme, @toracainz, @mccn-bcys, @minigirl87, @campingwiththecharmings

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miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - call

miguel calls you because he misses you

…

“Lyla.“

“Yah?“

“Call y/n.“

“What do we say?“

“Oh my god, just call her. Please.“

“You’re in your office, call her yourself.“

“Lyla!“

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STOP I LOVE YOUR PLATONIC!MIGUEL FICS <333

would you be okay with writing smth where teen!reader makes him something?? like maybe reader loves making things out of paper (like paper flowers, butterflies, tiny stars, etc.) so they decided fo make smth for miguel?

and maybe reader is nervous he won't like it?? :(

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS<333

Origami and Suit Malfunctions- Miguel O' Hara x teen!spider!reader

See, the thing with being a part time employee of the spider society meant that you had a lot of free time compared to other spiders. Normally anyone would go back to their own universe, but yours was sadly destroyed.

Sad. Anyways, it meant that you had a lot of free time. Free time to annoy Miguel, to conspire with Lyla, to practice your techniques..... and to hone your previously horrendous origami skills.

Like, no joke, you had absolutely no talent when it come to folding paper into intricate shapes. But hey, bored and borderline insanity works wonders for the brain.

So, slowly but surely, you taught yourself to make paper stars and flowers and boats. But you wanted to make something for Miguel. Why?

Who knows? Like I said, boredom does things to the brain.

Miguel wasn't exactly an open book and he'd probably die of a heart attack if you gave him flowers. You didn't have time to make hundreds of little paper stars so that was ruled out-

"What're you thinking about?" the older man's raspy voice reaches your ears.

"How to get your suit to malfunction." you quip back.

"Why must you torture me so?" he replies in a monotone voice as he sits on his seat, opposite you.

"I'm your employee, it's my job."

"Your job is to be a pain in the ass?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Precisely." you stick your tongue out and he rolls his eyes.

After a few seconds, you clear your throat, "Hey, uh, what's your favorite sport?

He's silent for a while and you can see his eyes gloss over, his reply is shaky, "Soccer."

You nod with a thumbs up, "Thank you Bossman Bosserson."

"You call me that again, I'll throw Lyla at you." he threatens as you go to leave the office.

"Jokes on you, I'd love that!" you shout back you walk out.

-----

Finally, he thinks, Finally this mission is over. Now he can go have a hot shower and a good meal and some of the amazing chai you make and he'll be in a somewhat good mood.

When he enters his office, he stunned at the silence.

Normally he can hear the sound of your feet tapping against the floor or your humming and the the fact that he can hear nothing is unnerving.

"Kid?" he calls out, Answer me.

He swings to the top of the platform, and you're not where you normally are. You're not sitting there, zoned out with your foot tapping incessantly like a little child. You're not where you're supposed to be.

"Miguel, your heart is racing, you okay?" Lyla asks him.

"Where's my kid?" he asks her.

"Oh baby Mig's hanging out with Hobie!" she says cheerfully.

"What?" he all but growls.

"Hey! Chill! She's fine! In fact, " the AI smirks and nods towards his desk, "She left something for you."

He turns and his heart skips a beat.

There's a little paper soccer ball on his desk.

It's tiny in his palm, but it has your initials and a post-it stuck on top.

"You said you liked soccer, so this is for you :D. I would never try to screw with your suit, don't worry ;)"

The ink smudges as a tear drops onto where you've signed the post it.

"God, this spider, I swear." he grumbles and wipes his eyes.

"This spider...what?" he jumps and turns at the sound of your voice. You're standing behind him with your hands behind your back and a sheepish smile on your face.

"This spider is my kid." he pats your cheek softly, "Thank you, this means a lot."

You nod with a smile, "You're welcome."

He narrows his eyes at you, "What have you been up to? Why are you being so nice?"

You slowly back away, "Pfft, what are you talking about? I've done nothing wrong"

A hologram pops up and Miguel watches as the T-Rex bellows at Pavitr's retreating form, and his head whips to you.

"Bye! Love you!" you shriek and jump off the platform, disappearing as he tries to follow you.

With a start he realizes what you just said.

"I hate that kid." he groans and then notices that he's grinning like an idiot.

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crying

CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

[meganrosanna]

I’m starting to regret restarting my story. I just got into a car crash and I think the fanfiction author curse is real.

[meganrosanna]

Okay, so this is more on the soft angst side, but would you be willing to write a Miguel x F!Reader (or gender neutral if you’d prefer that) where Miguel visits Reader’s universe to check in on them since they haven’t visited the Spider Society headquarters for some time now, and he shows up at her apartment right as she’s in the middle of fixing up her wounds after a massive fight. And so he helps patch up her wounds, and after some intense eye contact between the two of them, they kiss (it should be noted that they’ve been pining over each other awhile now, but neither of them have said anything to the other).

And if it isn’t too much, I have these dialogue prompts you can add as well if you need anymore inspiration (you totally don’t have to use them, I just thought they’d fit perfectly with this scenario).

“Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”

“You don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know. I can clean up my own messes.”

“Can I stay? I'll take the couch.”

If this feels like too much, don’t hesitate to decline this ask! I’m just really excited 😅

I Need You to Stay

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Miguel hasn’t heard from you in weeks, he wonders what’s keeping you so busy.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Inspired by “Stay” by Ari Abdul. Thank you for the request Anon! I hope you enjoy it and are taking care of yourself. Have a wonderful day/night!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 887

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, mention of violence, mentions of death, light angst, fluffy, blood, open wounds, light swearing…

Four weeks. It has been four weeks since Miguel last saw you. Normally, he wouldn’t be so worried, but it’s been four days. Usually, if you couldn’t make it, you’d talk to him through a screen but that hasn’t happened in the four weeks. Not a call, not a text, not even a simple message. Heck, even Lyla hasn’t heard anything from you.

Miguel sighs, “I can believe I’m saying this right now…” He looks at Peter B. “I’m putting you in charge until I get back.”

“Where are you going?” Peter B. asks.

“I haven’t heard anything from (Y/n) and Lyla can’t reach her. I’ll be back soon.”

Gwen pops up from behind Peter B.,“Can I join you?” She asks, pulling her hood up as she walks closer to Miguel, “I want to see the person who has Miguel O’Hara crushing on.”

“Excuse me?” Miguel cocks an eyebrow.

“You heard me!”

“No.” Walking away from Gwen.

“Why not?” And Gwen quickly follows.

“Because she could be in danger.” Miguel begins adjusting his gizmo to the correct universe.

“You saw me in action, I could help.” Gwen retorts.

“And I said…” A portal opens up, “No.” Then he disappeared and Gwen scoffed.

“I told you he wouldn’t listen.” Peter B. laughs with Mayday in his arms and Miles right beside him, laughing along.

Miguel lands on the rooftop of your apartment with a grunt. He takes a moment to look around and see if anything has changed, and something did. It was midnight in your universe and the lights to your apartment were still on.

He jumps down and easily clings onto the wall next to your window. With his other hand, he slowly slides your window open and slips in, closing it behind him.

“I know you’re here Miguel!” You call out from the other room, “Heard you since you landed on the roof.”

He chuckles as he walks towards the sound of your voice, “I shouldn’t be so surprised, your abilities have always impressed-” His eyes widen as he looks at you.

You sat at the table, bloody bandages on the table, cotton balls and fresh bandages. But the blood still dripping from the open wounds on your arm made his stomach churn, not in a good way.

He swallows thickly as he comes closer, taking your injured arm in his hand, “Who did this to you?” He growls.

“I took care of it.” You tell him, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying, “Nothing left but cuts and bruises… That will heal.” You try to sooth his worry.

“Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”

“You’re holding the only thing that’s hurting right now.”

Miguel uses his webbing to pull up another chair to sit. He grabs the disinfectant and pours some of his on a cotton ball, you hiss at the contact as he cleans up the blood.

“You don’t have to come over here and take care of me, you know. I can clean up my own messes.” You speak through gritted teeth as it still burns.

“...How strong were they?” He speaks through the awkwardness.

“It wasn’t because they were strong.” You admit, “I got carried away, distracted.”

“By what?”

“The bastard was wearing colors similar to yours. I thought it was you for a split second, and in the second, I was open for an attack and they took it… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Grabbing the bandages and wrapping up your arm.

“Don’t you remember the first time you brought me on a mission with you. I got distracted.”

“Of course I remember, what kind of idiot throws themself in front of someone.” He looks over the bandages, making sure they’re on correctly and not too tight.

“I thought you were going to die that day, I thought if I could at least save Spider-Man, then for once I did something good in my life.” Your head hangs in shame.

“We cannot save everyone, no matter how hard we try.” Miguel huffs, “At least…” He cups your face, slowly lifting your head to look at him, “I got to save you.”

“Migu-”

“Can I stay?” He asks, “I’ll take the couch.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need someone looking after me.” You pick up the bloody cotton balls and bandages.

“You’re shaking.”

“My arm still hurts and the adrenaline is still pumping.” You lie.

“Please don’t lie to me, (Y/n). You know how much I hate liars.” He comes closer, “Tell me what’s got you so distracted.”

“Everything about you. From your stupid, lovely hair to you entirely.Which is why I stayed away, I didn’t want to be so distracted that I’d cause the team to fall apart.” He cups your face once more and closes the space between you two. His lips falling onto yours.

It made Miguel’s heart beat faster and faster, and for some reason, the pit in his stomach grew even more. But it disappeared when he felt your arms come around his neck, standing on your toes.

He pulls away, “Distracted now?”

“Very.” You mumble.

“Are you letting me stay the night or will we have to go to my place?”

“Are you sure you want to leave Peter in charge for any longer?”

Oh, shit. He forgot about him.

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform with permission.

[meganrosanna]

When The Flower Blooms - Prologue

Yeah, I finally decided that this story needs to be continued. I am starting from complete scratch, but I’m old now and I have to relearn how to use tumblr 😭 Cross-posted on my ao3.

Sakura spun back around in her chair to face the large pile of paperwork that still sat in front of her.

"I can't be like Tsunade-sama..." Sakura groaned. "Back to work!"

She fulfilled her dream of opening a mental ward to help the children of the village handle the effect of the war, and it was going smoothly. Sure, from time to time she would have to lose some sleep to finish all the paperwork she had to do, but it was all worth it in the end to her.

It was always in her nature to help people. Even as a weak Genin, Sakura did her best to help her teammates and others around her. When Sasuke left the village for the first time, Sakura realized how helpless she really was. She became Tsunade-sama's apprentice and took up medical ninjutsu, but little did she know how proficient she would be in the field. Six years later, she's surpassed her master and is known as the best medical ninja in the village, perhaps in the whole world, and is one of the strongest Kunoichi of her time.

She has really bloomed into something beautiful.

Sakura spared a quick glance away from her paperwork when she heard a knock on the office door.

"Come in..." Sakura said.

Long blonde hair peeked its way through the door.

"Hey, Sakura!"

Sakura's brows pulled together as she continued to fill out her paperwork.

Ino slammed her hand on the desk, nearly scattering the files all over the floor of her friend's office. "Sakura!"

"That wasn't very nice of you," Ino dismissed Sakura's underwhelming response with a wave of her hand and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I have a patient to get to soon, but I was passing by and wanted to ask you about girl's night tonight. Tenten, Hinata and I are going out to BBQ! You in?"

Sakura sighed and rested her head in the palm of her hand. "Sorry Ino, but I'm busy tonight," gesturing to the stacks upon stacks of papers in front of her.

"You always seem to find time for work but not for your friends! This has got to be the millionth time you've missed girl's night!"

"I know Ino, and I'm really sorry. I'll try to make it next time, okay?"

"Oh you better, or I am dragging you out this office and to the hot springs! Got that?"

Sakura sighed, "Yeah, I got it, Ino."

"And don't overwork yourself, ok? I need you to sleep in your bed tonight, not that old chair again."

"Ok, Ino. Thank you. But you shouldn't keep your patient waiting-" By the time Sakura finished her sentence, Ino was already out the door. She leaned back in her chair, looking at the blank roof above her.

"Over work, huh?"

Sakura took the moment of peace to ponder over what Ino said. She knows that she's been working a lot recently, but nothing would get done without some sacrifice. Sakura would much rather overwork herself to the point of exhaustion than have the people she's known for her entire life struggle.

But she made the decision to listen to her best friend's advice and make it a goal to sleep in her own bed tonight.

"Alright! As soon as I finish all this work, I'll grab some food and head on home!"

Now with the motivation of food on her mind, Sakura began to tackle the documents in front of her.

[meganrosanna]

Miguel O'Hara x Black godparent reader imagines

Okay people Miguel likes you but your Miles godparent basically his second parent so he tries keyword TRIES to be much nicer to Miles when around you because he sees how much you absolutely adore this kid but it's so hard because he doesn't like the kid (poor Miles) Miles see's how much he likes you and tries to help but Miguel is stubborn as hell and doesn't want help but he's gonna need it because let's face it the man wants you to like him and knows he's gonna need a lot of help so who better to get to help him than Miles?

Plan 1 show that he is deeply sorry for trying to annihilate your poor godson and try to convince you that it was a mistake and will definitely NEVER happen again at first you weren't buying into it but took Miles to get you to see there was no hard feelings and everything was water under the bridge so you accepted his apology but you were still on guard for whatever was to come which was a good start on a newfound friendship between you and Miguel Peter b had made a joke that Miguel looked like a sad puppy which had almost made Miguel want to hurt the man

Plan 2 You need help you with your spidey training you're still new to the whole Spider-Man thing and because now you're a spider person you're still trying to get the hang of it so Miles with the help of Gwen convinces you to have Miguel offers to help train you which you quickly declined because you did not want to be left alone with the man and you didn't want to waste his time but Miguel had no problems with helping you train he happily offered this man was desperate to have you like him, you were thankful for his help but and it got a bit rocky starting with him kind of being impatient and yelling at tou and you hard-headed and stressed out from trying to do your best well you both started yelling at each other which made you lose focus on you sticking to the wall and you fell from the ceiling but luckily he was quick enough to catch you in his arms before you hit the ground you were blushing like an idiot being carried by this man and quickly thanked him than ran out the room Miguel looked at you run and sat on the ground face in hand cursing in Spanish ears red, while Gwen and Miles hide behind the corner smirking.

Plan 3 gives you lots and mean LOT'S of praise you like being told your doing a good job and that your working hard also compliments will get you to be flustered the whole day Miles knows this first hand because he always brags to people about how awesome his godparent in hand to hand combat (you taught him a couple of moves) which Peter b learned the hard way after doubting your fighting skills let's just say he does not want to ever get on your bad side EVER! So while training you got the hang of swinging from place to place and to stick / crawling to the walls Miguel took this as an opportunity to congratulate you and compliment you on your improvement which got you blushing and stuttering like an idiot around the man but it also got you the smile big and hug him which made his heart beat fast the man was trying so hard to make it not obvious that he was interested in you nearly but was a fail because everyone and I mean everyone knew that you he liked everyone but you.

Plan 4 your favorite you loved food loved to try new food too so yeah when Miles told Miguel this he quickly wiped something up for you he is a good cook he actually loves to cook but no one knows this so shhhh Miles told him and Miguel happily made it but was a nervous wreck but lucky you loved the food he made you after a hards day of work fighting bad guys you fell asleep on his shoulder making the poor man go red in the face he felt eyes on him only to turn to see most of the spider gang giving him a thumbs up he actually hissed at them which made them go away in fear from being bitten and or paralyzed by the man.

Plan 5 you didn't have a outfit for being a spiderman/woman all you had was a (favorite color) Tshirt with the spider symbol on it and (favorite color) jeans or shorts with combat boots, so Miguel with the help of Gwen who got you to talk about what type of outfit you would love to wear and the man Miguel immediately had Lyla get to work on your outfit let's just say you were absolutely in love with your outfit and gave the poor man kisses all over his face dude was so shocked he just stood there with the lipstick markings on his face and lips. Peter b tried to snap him out of it but nothing worked the man was frozen like a statue, Miles thought it was funny but was just annoyed he was happy though, Gwen just laughed because dun dun ladies and gentlemen you already knew that Miguel liked you! Shocking right? You told Gwen you knew that he had asked Miles for help for your affections but you did not know this until plan 4 when you feel asleep on him and he admitted his feelings for you to your sleeping body (you're only half asleep) so yeah you just wanted him to work for your affections which was work might need a little bit more convincing though guess we're going to have to find out later

I know this is like really cringe but I had a fun making this so I hoped you guys like to reading, and yeah I know Miguel is out of character but I tired okay!

[meganrosanna]

After Work Relief

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (no explicit smut but my blog is 18+ only, soft!joel, nudity, hints at sexy times but no actual sexy time, foot rubs bc joel is a saint)

word count: 1.5k

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“There you are,” Joel smiled, looking up at you from his spot on the couch besides Sarah, the two watching some low-budget action flick and enjoying heated up leftovers you made for dinner last night. Letting out a sigh, you kicked off your shoes by the entryway, your bag quick to follow. Hobbling over to join them, Joel welcomed you as you sat on the arm of the couch beside him. “You alright?”

“It was a long shift,” you grumbled as your feet throbbed with pain, your return to retail after a year-long hiatus not going as smoothly as you hoped. “My body hurts all over. I can’t walk—actually, I think I’m stuck here. Just like this. Going to wither away on the armrest of our couch.”

“And yet I’m supposed to look forward to becoming an adult?” Sarah quipped, earning a chuckle from both of you. “Both of you are either always tired or always in pain.”

“You ain’t wrong,” Joel smiled at her in a mixture of amusement and pride, impressed by her wit at such a young age. Turning his gaze back to you, he reached his arm around you and rubbed your hip over your clothes.

“I really need to shower but I can’t move.” You gave Joel an intentionally exaggerated frown, earning an adoring pinch to your chin.

“Need help?”

“Ew,” Sarah gagged, earning a playful pinch at her side from her father.

“I meant help up the damn stairs.” Sarah pinched him back, Joel scoffing at her before attacking her with both hands, the two now in a back-and-forth duel.

“I think I can hobble my way upstairs by myself,” you answered after Joel and Sarah’s pinching match ceased after a particularly good sting on the back of Joe’s arm. Joel’s pain lingered as he looked back to you, his hand still rubbing over the spot that stung even minutes after the grab. Finally finding the strength to stand, you leaned over the armrest and pressed your lips to Joel’s temple, Joel’s arm moving to hold you around the hip. “No promises on coming back down, though.”

“I’ll be up to bed soon as the movie’s over,” he promised while slipping his hand on your hip just a bit lower, giving you a loving pat.

“Guess this is good night, kiddo,” you turned to Sarah who was nearing sleep, her head resting on her father’s shoulder.

“Night,” she yawned, “Don’t die on your way upstairs.”

“I’ll try not to,” you assured with a chuckle.

After stalling your exit from the soothing heat of your shower that you took sitting down on the tub, you finally forced yourself to your feet just in time for Joel to peel the curtain back and sneak in behind you. You hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his cheek against your shoulder, swaying you a bit in his arms.

“You’ve been on my mind all day,” he confessed in an exhausted rasp.

“Me or these?” You slid his hands up your stomach to your breasts, Joel gladly cupping their weight and chuckling.

“Both.” He kissed the back of your neck and slipped one hand down your front until he was cupping your pussy. “This too while we’re at it.”

You giggled and spun around in his arms, grinning at him as you leaned in to hover your lips over his.

“I hate to say it but I think I’m too exhausted for sex tonight,” you kissed his pout as he hummed in acknowledgment, his hands kneading at your lower back. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be,” he kissed your apology away and continued to rub your back. “Go get comfy in bed, baby, I’m right behind ya.” Joel kissed you again sweetly, deeply, the kind of kiss that you swore actually held the power to heal you. “And don’t bother gettin’ dressed, gonna give you a massage so you don’t wake up gruntin’ like me.”

“Is this your way of hinting that you’d like more back rubs?” You scratched beneath his chin, Joel’s smile lighting you up inside.

“If you feel so inclined,” he replied, earning a chuckle.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you pinched his chin before stepping out of the shower.

Quickly drying yourself off, you threw on your robe and went through the motions of your skincare as quickly as you could manage before brushing your teeth. You hopped into bed the minute you were done, the ache in your feet returning after the soothing effects of the shower began to fade away.

The shower creaked as Joel shut the water off a few minutes later, his naked form visible from where you sat reading in bed as he stepped out of the tub and toweled off his hair. You bit your lip as you marveled at him, debating on changing your mind as your eyes lowered to the mouthwatering sight of his hefty cock hanging between his thighs.

“Gettin’ a good look?” he teased you as he wrapped the towel around his waist and moved to the sink to brush his teeth and throw on the moisturizer you recently began training him to implement daily.

“Just admiring you,” you chirped back with a smirk, your eyes turning back to your book.

Joel’s feet padded into the room, the sight of his broad and muscular back distracting you from the paragraph you’d been trying to read as he grabbed his favorite sweats from the dresser and tugged them on.

“It’s not fair that in order to seduce you I have to put on a fucking g-string and lace while you just have to throw in a pair of grey sweats,” you playfully complained as Joel crawled up into bed, resting his body between your legs and plucking the book from your hands so that he could lay his head on your stomach.

“You ain’t gotta do shit to seduce me,” he mumbled as you started raking your fingers against his scalp. “Just you breathin’ around me gets me hard as a rock, baby.”

“Where’s that massage you promised me, huh?” you smirked at him as he lifted his head and gave you a sleepy smile.

“Feet or back?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches.

“Hmm,” you contemplated your pain for a moment. “Feet.”

“Alright, hand me the lotion, baby doll,” he tossed the blankets back and got into position at the foot of the bed. You handed him your lotion, smiling at him as he got to work kneading away every sore and tender muscle in your feet and calves.

“How was work today?” you asked, not wanting him to go neglected just because you had a hard day.

“It wasn’t too bad, actually,” he shot you a smile. “The concrete guys came on time, so Tommy and I were off by four. Think we should be finishin’ this place up by the end of the week.”

“Your first build,” you beamed with pride, Joel having been working so hard this past year to start his construction company from scratch. “We should celebrate.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled as though it was a joke.

“I’m being serious!” You gave him a laugh. “This is a big deal.”

“It’s just a—“

“No, it’s a big deal. And we’re going to celebrate it on Saturday. Me, you, and Sarah.” Joel surrendered with a tender smile and a nod.

“Thank you, baby,” he set your foot down to work on the other. “And by the way, you know you don’t have to work, right? We’ll be fine. It ain’t worth all this stress on your body.”

“I know,” you sighed. “But I want to help out. It’s not fair that I get to stay home while you’re out breaking your back for us.”

“Baby,” he let go of your foot and crawled up the bed, pulling you into his warmth as he laid beside you. “I enjoy breaking my back for the two of you. It makes me happy knowing that I get to come home to your sweet smile every night, and ever since you started workin’ again, it’s gone away. I miss it.”

“I miss it too,” you sighed and nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll give ‘em my two weeks tomorrow.”

“Good,” he kissed your cheek. “Now I’m the only one who needs foot rubs.”

“I should’ve known there was an ulterior motive,” you poked his stomach and earned a laugh.

“Always,” he smiled against your cheek as he nuzzled his stubble against it. “I love you baby.”

“I love you more, Miller.”

[meganrosanna]

Fanfiction Authors: HEADS UP

(Non-authors, please RB to signal boost to your author friends!)

An astute reader informed me this morning that one of my fics (Children of the Future Age) had been pirated and was being sold as a novel on Amazon:

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I promptly filed a DMCA complaint to have it removed, but I checked out the company that put it up -- Plush Books -- and it looks like A LOT of their books are pirated fic. They are by no means the only ones doing this, either -- the fact that """publishers""" can download stories from AO3 in ebook format and then reupload them to Amazon in just a few clicks makes fic piracy a common problem. There are a whole host of reasons why letting this continue is bad -- including actual legal risk to fanfiction archives -- but basically:

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In the ASIN/ISBN-10 field, copy and paste the ID number from the pirated copy's URL. You'll find this ten-digit number in the Amazon URL after the word "product," as in the screenshot below. (If the URL extends beyond this number, you can ignore everything from the question mark on.) Once this number has been added, Amazon will pull the product information automatically and add it to the complaint form, so you can check the listing title and make sure it's correct.

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