#also he’s spiderman but don’t tell nobody

[tsundere-selfship]

HELLO TUMBLR I am here to announce to you guys that I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND‼️‼️ I am TOTALLY OBSESSED WITH HIM and he is ALL I THINK ABOUT ALL DAY LONG‼️ I love my boyfriend

[glitterypinkconverse]

─ ⊹ ⊱ INTIMIDATED

e-1610!miles x gn!reader

summary during a peaceful night on the rooftop of miles’ apartment building, he can’t help but realize it’s finally time to confess.

request by @errorundyne-exe ! 🎧 intimidated by kaytranada ft. h.e.r.

a/n it’s my first time writing in a long ass time, so sorry it’s bad 😭 also vv cliche so also sorry ab that, but enjoy!

warnings cliche, fluff, unedited

As the two of you sat on the rooftop watching the view of the busy city of New York pass by, Miles couldn’t help but observe you.

With the stars in the sky, the cars passing by, the lights twinkling from the buildings, you were all he could be focused on.

He took advantage of these moments, he never wanted to let you go and never wanted to see you walk away from his life. He was scared that one day he wouldn’t return from one of his missions, that one day he wouldn’t be able to see you again.

You were the light of his life, all he wanted in life.

Though, the state of your guys’ relationship meant that no progress was happening between you two. Just best friends. That’s it.

Just best friends.

How badly Miles wanted to confess, how badly you wanted to make a move, but nobody would. Either too scared to make a move or too scared to ruin what you guys have, it would be years before the two of you became an item.

All Miles wanted to do was spend the rest of his life with you, despite the circumstances of everything. He was the one and only Spiderman, he was the only person who could defend the city.

So he admired you from afar, waiting for a signal that you felt the same way as he did. He was nervous, too scared to ruin everything. He enjoyed these moments, where it was just you and him and nothing else.

“Look, it’s the Little Dipper!” You said, turning your head to see Miles admiring you as you pointed at the sky.

“Oh yeah? Don’t we see that every night?” He smiled, watching as your face turned from a grin to a pout. “We do, but whatever. It’s more prominent today,” you insisted.

He laughed at you, and for a couple seconds it was just silence. You guys were enjoying each other’s presence, enjoying this moment.

“Amor, I need to tell you something,” Miles started, then instantly stopped when you whipped your head towards his. Your heart skipped a beat everytime he called you amor, or any nickname in fact. Though, the nervousness in his voice scared you.

“What’s up?” You asked, slightly nervous. What if he was telling you you guys can’t be friends anymore? What if he’s saying that you’re a horrible person and that you’re insane for hanging out with him?

Silence, mind, he’s obviously not saying that, you thought.

“Well, I-,” he scratched the back of his head, making you more nervous. He fiddled with his fingers and bit his lip, wondering how to phrase his words.

“Spit it out Miles, god, you’re scaring me.”

Miles then faced back towards you and looked you deep in your eyes, causing you to fidget a bit from the intense eye contact.

“Promise me nothing will change?” He asked, to which you nodded slowly in response. He took a deep breath and exhaled, “I really, really, really like you. Like, more than a friend. And I’m scared that this is ruining everything, and, fuck,” he rambled, earning you a giggle. You quickly grabbed his face to stop him from rambling and connected your lips with his softly, causing his eyes to widen. At first he was shocked, then he melted into the kiss and kissed you back slowly.

You were the first to pull away, your hand still on his face. “I think we both can say that I like you too,” you giggled as he smiled. He then grabbed your waist and pulled you closer than ever, embracing you in a warm hug.

You guys stayed like that for the rest of the night, the New York City breeze keeping you guys cool, the sounds of the cars passing by, and staying in each other’s arms till morning comes.

[drewsbuzzcut]

All Treats For The Barzals

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: alludes to sex

“Mommy! I want to go to this house please!!” Nolan shouts, already on his second sugar high.

It’s about 9 pm, on your final lap for trick or treating with Mat, you, and the kids. This year’s family costumes are Marvel superheroes. You’re dressed as black widow, a tight black suit, red hair and all. Mat is captain america, Nolan is Ironman, Angel is spiderman, and Sloane is spider-gwen, even though nobody will necessarily see her costume as she’s bundled up in her stroller. Angel passed about 30 minutes ago, also in the stroller.

“Are you sure you want to go in, it looks pretty scary,” Mat says to Nolan, adjusting him in his arms and wiping some of the sweat off Nolan’s forehead.

“Daddy, I’m so brave. Remember you tell me when I was scared of the monster under my bed,” Nolan rambles, hands on both of Mat’s cheeks to make sure he’s paying attention.

“You’re right, you are brave. Do you want me or mommy to take you?”

“Mommy’s turn!” You hand the stroller over to Mat, and take Nolan out of his arms.

The chills spreading over your body disappear when your husband’s hand lands on the small of your back. Even through the latex of your costume, you can feel his warmth.

“Make sure my little spiders stay warm, cap,” you whisper, sultry and softly, kissing his lips before you walk off with Nolan.

Mat lets out a deep sigh, hoping his hard on isn’t noticeable through his costume. He knew he was going to struggle the very first time you showed him your costume.

Angel’s cries break him out of his mental images of you spread out on your bed after he rips that costume off of you.

“Daddy, they had full size candy!” Nolan cheers once you both are back with Mat.

“He got really excited, almost ran himself into the side of the house,” you giggle.

“Wow, buddy, that’s so awesome. Are you going to share it with daddy?” Mat plays around, earning a small grimace from his mini me.

“Mommy said no candy for daddy,” Nolan states, holding or hiding behind your leg.

“Eh, did she? I guess I will have to have a conversation with her then,” Mat looks at you with a playful glare, making you smirk.

“What’s wrong with my little man,” you turn your attention to AJ, who’s cuddled up against Mat’s chest.

“He’s tired and cold.” You reach out to smooth your baby’s hair out, pressing a kiss to his head.

“I guess it’s time to go, sorry Nolie. It’s late, we have to get you all to bed,” you softly say to your oldest.

He looks up at you with that familiar Barzal pout, but you know that soon he’ll be the one cranky and tired.

“Sorry, my love. We have to go, c’mon, I’ll carry you the whole way,” he immediately leaps into your arms and settles against your body. He’d be out in no time.

“So, no candy for daddy, eh?” Mat comes up behind you, hands resting low on your hips.

You turn around, shushing him as you just put Sloane down in her crib. She’s sound asleep and you don’t need her daddy waking her up, especially because you still had to get ready for the team’s Halloween party.

It’s when you turn around that he finally notices that your costume is unzipped and hanging at your waist. Your chest is completely bare as you just got done breastfeeding your baby girl.

“You can have something sweet, just not candy,” you mutter, tossing your arms around his shoulders and kissing up his neck.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” he lets out a low guttural moan and you quiet him by pressing your lips to his.

You back him out of Sloane’s nursery and into your bedroom across the hall.

“I’m not teasing,” you say.

“We have to do our costume change and greet the babysitter,” he warns.

“30 minutes is all we need. As for being on time to the party, we can be a little late,” you say, simply taking off your costume and laying out on your bed.

a/n: This was rushed and I don’t necessarily like it, but I do hope y’all enjoy it!

[pinkhoodi]

pop princess !

✎ᝰ — spider boys with a gf who’s a popstar !

♡⃕ — tasm!peter parker, ffh!peter parker x popstar!fem!reader

♡⃕ — genre + warning: fluff + peter is a major fan girl, mention of anxiety, failure, insecurity. lemme know if i missed anything !

♡⃕ — a/n: this includes andrew garfield and tom holland’s spiderman !

꒰ TASM!PETER PARKER ꒱

Ꮺ at first peter was doubtful of dating a pop star, especially being a simple nobody in his high school. just a boy with his camera but now he’s in front of the camera. don’t get me wrong, peter is more than thrilled to be dating you but he’s dating you. thee famous y/n, everyone’s favorite pop girl, star girl that has little girls dreaming

Ꮺ but also the lights, camera, the attention can be quite overwhelming and he will take a minute to adjust from all this. though, you won't always ask him to attend every event and he doesn’t mind attending attending every event so there

Ꮺ cause of his lowkey nature, you try to keep the relationship discreet. you would rather not have your fans swarm at peter’s door or harass him constantly at school

Ꮺ out in the public, you two would wear some type of covering so paparazzi or fans cannot tell who you both are

Ꮺ he’s try very very very hard to be your supportive boyfriend and attend every concert, every showing, every fan meet, any and everything. but being spiderman, and a high school student, he won’t always be at your hip at all times. If he can’t, he’ll send you a text that he won’t be there and send words of encouragement

Ꮺ during his duties as spiderman, if he’s not too busy, he’ll swing through the city until he reaches the venue of your concert. he’ll take a seating on the roof of it and sing along to your words, it’s not the best view but hey, it beats missing your girlfriend’s concert

Ꮺ on the roof, peter snaps some pictures of your concert and prints them off at home. he’ll hang them up on the wall above his desk, along with the many other cute pictures of just you

Ꮺ strangely enough, when you two are out on the red carpets, reporters ask about your views on spiderman. some even ship you with the masked vigilante and you just laugh it off

Ꮺ when you’re not around, he’ll sing some of your songs but definitely won’t tell you. he knows how much of a tease you can be and jokingly calls him your number one fan. of course, that title he won’t deny

Ꮺ whenever you’re at peter’s home, you play a cd of your unreleased songs or demos. you two would just sit and listen to them in peace or he’ll learn the lyrics to sing along. you always give him a copy of the cd before you go home

Ꮺ of course peter has backstage pass to your concerts so he’s usually chilling there until the show starts. he’s there to compliment your outfits, help you go over your setlist, and of course take many pictures of his beautiful pop princess

Ꮺ when things get overwhelming, you go to his home and just rant. you lay on his bed and just talk until you can’t no more, while peter sits and listens to you rant, he’ll rub your back or the top of your head. he would study how your body fluctuates as you vent, for future reference. he would silence sit in for a while than talk you through what is bothering you. whether it would be the lack of privacy, the expectations from fans, fear of failure, insecurities, etc., peter will advise well on how to handle them all. well, at least most of them

Ꮺ if the both of you are not too busy, you would bring him to your studio and show him your song-making process. it’s a very special and private place for you and why not show your loving, supportive boyfriend ?

Ꮺ he would ask questions here and there but for the rest of the time being, he’s quiet. peter would watch you write the lyrics and create a melody, he would watch you scribble and scratch in your journal as he sat across from you

Ꮺ if you appear to become frustrated, he silently hug you and asks if you want a break. he would take you on a walk, and ask more about the song to help you piece it together. sometimes you guys would stop for food, talk more about the song, and figure out what direction you wanted to go for

Ꮺ though, you don’t always have the energy to talk about songs so you would rather chat about your daily life. peter would update you on aunt may and you would tell him about your latest crazy fan experience

Ꮺ if he doesn’t have any advice, he will tell you words of encouragement. he would tell you how proud he is, how far you came, that you’re in control of who you are and not the public. he would remind you of the real you, the raw, organic y/n that he knows and loves. but also reminds me of how happy you look to be on stage or shooting in magazines as the world’s pop princess

Ꮺ speaking of, every shoot that you do for magazines, best believe peter would have every collection. sometime he’ll try to read it in class and some people speculated that he was a fan girl cause there’s no way that every issue always includes you on the front. that’s odd parker, very odd

꒰ PETER PARKER ꒱

Ꮺ your biggest, BIGGEST fan. he’s got all your merch, your cds, you’re his wallpaper. literally he couldn’t be more proud to the boyfriend of everyone’s pop girl, y/n l/n

Ꮺ peter is singing your songs, loudly and bad, posting your new song on his socials, the whole nine yards. I wouldn’t say he’s staying up to listen to your new song but he does learn the lyrics to impress you

Ꮺ I would say your relationship is discreet but not too lowkey ?? like ned and mj knows about the two of you but also you post peter from time to time. If not, then you two would usually hint about the relationship but not give too much information

Ꮺ on red carpet events, peter is recording you from the first step ‘til you hit inside the venue. he’s complimenting and hyping you up, fixing any small details like a loose lash or a small wrinkle on your dress

Ꮺ as bad of a fangirl he is for you, he might be even worse for other celebrities he meets. listen, he is a teenage boy from queens, did he expect to meet gwen stefani or rihanna ? rihannna ? he’s passed out on the floor at this point. if you see one of his favorite musicians, drag him the other way….

Ꮺ now, not all the time he can attend due to his school and his duties as spiderman. but he is sending words of encouragement to fulfill his presence

Ꮺ peter would be starstruck every time he’s out with you. no he’s still not used to being in your dressing room filled with priceless jewelry, clothes that must cost hundreds, and accessories that are so unique and made just for you to wear. it’s like he’s stepped into a popstar’s bubble and very scared to touch

Ꮺ I feel like peter would refuse to believe he’s dating thee pop girl, y/n. like he knows he’s dating you but has he accepted it? let’s just say he still pinches himself every time you text him, ya know, to make sure he’s not dreaming

Ꮺ whenever you’re at peter’s home, you play a cd of your unreleased songs or demos. you two would just sit and listen to them in peace or he’ll learn the lyrics to sing along. you always give him a copy of the cd before you go home

Ꮺ secretly peter has a playlist of just your songs and only your songs. he wouldn’t allow you to see since he would feel embarrassed but ned and mj are for sure teasing him about it

Ꮺ like the other peter, he would have every single issue of your magazine covers. he doesn’t care if they’re small articles of your latest look, he is reading it !

Ꮺ between class times, he would try to watch clips of your interview and blush over how cute you look. certain questions would have him a tad bit concerned but he knows you can handle it well

Ꮺ throughout the day, peter would ask if you’re doing okay, mentally and physically. he understands how draining it is to be well-known in the public eye, especially in the age of social media. If you say no, he’ll stop by your place and comfort you with what is bothering you. also, please don’t lie to him about how you’re feeling cause his spider senses will tell him

♡⃕ lately I’ve been listening to music from the 2000s and it makes me wish to be a pop girl in the 2000s saurrrrr bad. omg-

♡⃕ it doesn’t help that one of my fave shows was hannah montana. the pop princess FRRRR

♡⃕ ngl, tasm peter was VERYYYYY hannah montana coded. I’m sawry she’s like my pop girl inspo 😞

♡⃕ I felt like I kinda didn’t do my best with tom holland peter parker ngl 😭

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: romans 8:26

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[shellshooked]

Can u plz do more of the Zelda movie au? I really like it and would like to see like maybe a documentary comic about the filming and are the actors for link and Zelda dating or is it just them as characters? (u don’t have to actually draw that if u don’t see this or u don’t want to)

im so late replying to this but i have SOOO many ideas on the zelda movie au!! let me share some lore hehe

So you know the spiderman actor and his love interest actress dating curse? how every actor that has played spiderman ends up dating the actress for mj / gwen Stacy? i like to think it's a similar trend with the zelink actors, except not all of them are dating. Botw / totk zelink DEFINETLY and the actors like to keep the details of their relationship private, but Link is NOT shy about how head over heels he is for zelda

Skyward sword zelink? you can never tell. it's the type of dynamic where Twitter stans are dying to know and interviewers always ask them about it but they both dodge the question successfully each time. They could be besties. They could be secretly married. Nobody knows.

Now, oot zelink are not dating, but in my head they're like Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson. Ride or die besties, and they're the biggest oot zelink shippers you'll ever find.

Tp zelink aren't necessarily dating, perhaps some tension (?) however i like to think that their dynamic is more a trio one with midna's actress, who's best friends with zelda and they both playfully bully link

You know who else bullies link? oot ganondorf's actor. Irl he's actually in super good relations with every cast member and probably the warmest kindest most solid dude you'll ever meet but in every interview, every red carpet, every con event he always pretends like oot link is a nuisance and that he's only doing this because he's getting paid. When the Wind waker releases, he's obviously cast again (because duh, same ganondorf, so he's also in the Twilight Princess movie), and he takes care of link and tetra very well on set and makes sure they're always comfortable as child actors, all while he acts to be this super evil guy on camera. I love this duality, I feel like he would be so chill to talk to

In a way, I feel like the major cast from the franchise all know each other one way or another whether they're friends or just professional colleagues, they all relate to each other in some way. There's always a playful competition between botw and ss zelink actors on which pairing is the best, tp link's actor always jokingly disses wind waker for its seemingly childish approach while ww link insists his movie has the better soundtrack.

And now I'm rambling, and I definetly did not mean to dump this all on your ask omg I'm so sorry but this au transpires so much fun to me it makes me silly

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐲𝐨𝐮+𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ Miguel has a bad reputation after the events with Miles and the spot. You saved him once, now you were gonna clear his name. If only he loved you back…. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_madame web!reader, age gap (legal), idiots to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, sexual content 18+, vague, but still piv sex, and oral (f receiving) happy ending, long ass fic, 8.1k words. 𝐀/𝐍_ any song from my favorite album reputation (but this specifically about end game, don’t blame me, delicate, so it goes, CIWYW, and dress)

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Miguel knew he was lucky to have found you.

You had been his miracle when everything was about to get lost.

A spider woman that was also a telepath, had the ability of clairvoyance, a direct connection with the web of life and destiny.

In every universe, your other versions were blind, sick, and old.

But you were different. Healthy, young, and wise.

“Miguel, you’re the strongest spider I’ve ever seen in my visions. Don’t risk everything you’ve built because of your fears…” you had said with such care and smoothness. And that was enough for him to surrender. He apologized to Miles, begged for help from his fellow spider coworkers, and helped to get rid of the spot.

Although Miguel O’Hara tried and did his best, the damage was done. Nueva York was against him. And half of the spider society too.

He was low-key shocked and depressed. All he ever wanted was to protect as many people as he could. That was his initial thought after carrying the weight of accidentally destroying an entire universe. He wanted to do things right. He wanted a safe place for spiders.

That wasn’t the case in the present though.

Miguel spent most of his days locked in his office. Putting Jess in charge, taking a liking to Ben to be sent on missions. And ignoring the spiders who only were part of the society to help clean the mess spot. He didn’t even visit his apartment in downtown Nueva York. That way he would avoid his city. The one that he had helped, even when the citizens never thanked him.

Miguel knew May's universes. Where people loved their Spider-Man or Spider-Woman. But in Nueva York, it seemed like people were always hesitant about Miguel, well… about Spiderman 2099.

Even the needle that injected the serum Miguel needed, seemed annoying.

He sighed, admitting he was tired.

And it would get worse.

“Hey, Miguel?” Jess asked, poking her head at the entrance of his lab.

“Hmm?”

“People are fighting at the cafeteria again” he exhaled, extremely tired.

“Fuck…” he whispered before activating his mask and following his friend.

“Lyla. Tell me what happened…” the AI appeared immediately and opened a little virtual screen in front of her.

“Another disagreement over the new rules at the HQ” Jessica sighed loudly.

“I don’t get it. We’re giving them a chance to do what they think it’s correct”

That was the issue. After the incidents with The Spot, Miles, and your apparition, Miguel suggested that the spider people could choose whether to stay at the HQ or leave to only work in their respective universes.

But some people wanted to stay, only not with Miguel in charge.

And nobody had the guts to make front to him.

The cafeteria was all barks and curses when Miguel and Jess joined.

“Silence!” The woman yelled. And everyone obeyed, looking shocked and scared even through their masks.

“What happened?” Miguel asked looking down. Even when he knew the reason, he wanted to hear it.

“Nothing, boss. Just this asshole who thinks we should plot against you” said a grey Spider-Man pushing another spider, who seemed to be from a Victorian era.

“We’ve talked about this…” Miguel explained.

“Yeah? Listen, man. I’m only here because my universe always ends up with anomalies. But I don’t want to be your employee. Not after what you did…” said the Victorian spider.

“I’ve also apologized. And it’s been some time for everyone to figure out that I meant it” Nobody said anything.

“That matters? Our perspective has changed. And your apologies can’t soothe it at all”

From the upper level, Peter appeared. Balancing and landing in the middle of the conversation.

“Boy, don’t be like that. We all need each other here. Miguel is not evil, he’s done a lot for us” Miguel was not used to being defended by anyone. And he changed his behavior towards Peter after the incidents. Peter had stayed on his side even after siding with Gwen and Miles.

“Oh, you act like his boyfriend, Peter. What has this asshole done?” Miguel was about to punch Victorian Spider-Man. He was so close…

“That asshole created everything for you to save all the anomalies you claim to have in your universe. Say thank you and don’t be dick…” everyone turned their masks to see you there.

Miguel almost choked.

You were there.

New suit, new haircut, new lipstick. It was you…

“Wow! Y/n! You’re back!” Peter cheered walking to give you a big hug.

“It’s been some time..” you replied smiley.

“Who the hell are you?” The vintage spider asked.

“I’m the one who finished The Spot. And you? Charles Dickens in tights?” Peter and others laughed, surely making Victorian Spider-Man embarrassed.

When you looked again, you finally faced Miguel.

“Hello, Miguel” Your smile was enough to make him feel less worried.

“You’re back…”

“I am. I told you I’d be back” his face remains still. No articulation on any of the muscles, he just stared. And you slightly worried that he might have been not so happy to see you. Until he stepped closer.

“I’m glad you’re here” you smile. Then you face Victorian Spider-Man back.

“I’ll make sure you understand…” through the mask, the vintage spider is giving you a bad look. But you ignore it.

Miguel wonders what you meant. He wants to know everything; why you came back, why you looked happier than the first time, why your hair seemed different, why your lips looked softer. His brain was burning.

The silence dies when most of the spiders start leaving the cafeteria again.

Leaving you alone with Peter, Jess, and Ben who recently joined by the end of the argument.

“So… That was…” Jess babbles but never finishes the sentence.

“I wasn’t threatening him…” you assure her. Miguel eyed you constantly, while Peter could only smile like an idiot.

“So you meant it? How do you plan to make him understand?”

“Not sure yet, but I’ll help” They look confused at each other.

“Mind to elaborate on that?” Jess asks with crossed arms. Not that she didn’t believe you, but you appeared so randomly the first time, and now… the same.

“Hey, we should have dinner to discuss this…” Peter had thought about something, and it would doom everything, for good… and bad. Jess looked at him oblivious, and Miguel remained stoic as usual.

You, on the other hand, were surprised.

Since you were younger, you expected them to not take you seriously. But since day one, they respected you. Which never happened before.

“A dinner? That would actually be nice” Jess agreed.

“We can talk, y/n can explain why she came back and Miguel can be there too” Peter is being silly, but he has faith in his ideas.

“Right, Miguel?” You eye the man, and he only sighs before nodding.

“Awesome, then… How about tomorrow?” Leaving aside the surprise, you smile at the group of adults.

“Okay, so…Jess and I have to go somewhere else.”

“Peter, we don’t-“ Jess tried to say, but Peter shushed her.

“YES!, we need to update our gizmos” exchanging weird looks, they left, leaving you alone with Miguel.

“I’m sorry for… them” you giggle.

“It’s okay, I really like them” he nods. Miguel stares at your shiny and slightly disheveled eyes. Some glitters are scattered across your nose bridge and cheekbones. He wants to clean your face but only stares.

“Do you mind if I stay?” You ask.

“No.”

“Cool.”

“I-, I could show the lab. We have new gizmos” Your excitement is so potent, that even Miguel senses how happy you are.

“I’d like that…”

“Okay. Follow me…” his broad back faced you, and obstructed most of your view.

The HQ was still the same as before. Only that seemed… less crowded.

It saddened again the reason why you came back.

A vision.

Miguel O’Hara is accused of being a violent instigator. Many people from Nueva York demanding him to give up on being Spider-Man.

He would be in pain. A silent pain that you would make sure to free him from.

Because you didn’t owe him anything, he did in fact. But you had a feeling, a tingly feeling that made you feel warm.

“Here it is…” You would never know, that he was nervous. About having you there.

“Wow, I’m not a scientist but I know that very few people have something like this” he wants to smile. You inspect everything, with caution and some insecurity.

“You can touch…” the jars with strange contents, the machines, and tools, everything was very interesting.

Miguel wants to slap himself after analyzing what he has said. It might have sounded inappropriate. But you seem to not have minded.

Lyla suddenly appeared beside the tall man. You smiled widely after spotting her looking at some papers.

“Miguel. You left this report incomplete. And-, OH!-… Y/N! HEY!. What are you doing here?”

“Hello, Lyla. I’m here to help if I’m being honest” Her heart-shaped sunglasses now are butterflies ones. And her hair is slightly shorter. Oh, not to mention her couture coat seemed better with some jewelry around.

“Which you haven’t given details of” Miguel added, arms crossed. His arms looked bigger and you wondered how many hours he trained to keep those giant muscles.

“I’m cleaning your reputation, Miguel” you revealed.

His gesture changed, from a cheeky little chuckle to a serious face.

“My reputation?”

“Yes.” You confirm to him. Even Lyla seems surprised.

“How?” He’s unsure of what or how to feel.

“Empathy.” he laughs. You hear an actual laugh from Miguel O’Hara, even if it’s sarcastic.

“Really? Empathy? You think empathy will make people understand that I’m not a danger to them?” Lyla hurries to appear beside you, like trying to defend you from Miguel.

“When I do things I don’t even want or need to, empathy is what I feel for them” Suddenly, Miguel remembers you are a telepath. And the reason why you came to him the first time, is because you saw something.

“I’m sorry” he apologizes.

“It’s fine. Just… believe on this, please” The lab was in complete silence. Only the beeping sound of a machine draws your attention away from the man in front of you.

Miguel had no choice. He didn’t have the heart to say no to you. Besides, he was still eager to get to know you better.

“Okay.”

“Hey. Can’t you just like to erase their minds and boom? Done?” Lyla asks. You smile at her.

“I’m not powerful enough to do that. But there’s something related I can do. However, I prefer to explain in more detail with the others. Is that okay?” Miguel nods again but wonders what you meant by saying you were not powerful enough, you were literally the only spider person with telepathy and clairvoyance.

“So… See you tomorrow? At dinner?” Lyla inspects your face. She gets lost in your irises, and Lyla’s processing unit makes a statement. One that she will reveal to Miguel just after you leave.

“I guess so.” You giggle and it makes Miguel awkward. He felt some kind of comfort at hearing you laugh.

“Hey, I like your new suit,” you say pointing at his chest before waving goodbye to him and Lyla.

As soon as you disappeared through the door, Lyla squealed and went straight to Miguel giving little hops.

“OH MY GOSH! Did you see that? TELL ME YOU SAW THAT, MIGUEL”

“What are you talking about?” Miguel asked getting heavily annoyed by the AI.

“Well… y/n!. She was so sweet, and the eyes. OH MY!, THE EYES!”

“Could you stop screaming?”

“Oh c’mon, Miguel. You saw it, right?” Lyla pushed.

“What, Lyla?”

“She had heart eyes. And dude, she was definitely flirting by the end” Miguel’s blood went cold. He felt even more awkward, a strange feeling running through his arms, chest, and stomach.

He didn’t like it.

“No. You’re wrong, Lyla”

“I’m an AI, you programmed me to be straight and precise about the things I see”

shit, she was right.

“Okay, enough of this. Call Ben, there’s patrol on earth-37” he acidly said. Lyla shrugged, leaving immediately.

Miguel replayed Lyla’s words over and over.

He could never see you other than a workmate. Probably not even a friend. You were younger, you had suffered your own pain as far as he knew and you had different goals than him.

But you were so sweet, you appeared to help him and you didn’t expect anything in return. This time, you were there for him, again. And your hopes to help and succeed were something Miguel couldn’t crush, he wouldn’t even try.

He didn’t dislike you, but he didn’t believe you turned out to be his epiphany.

He was totally wrong.

…

The sound of glasses, faded conversations and laughs ruled the fancy restaurant.

It’s an early night, the place is full. Miguel chose the best restaurant in Nueva York. A steak and salad place with holographic trees and dim lights. The terrace is also full, but you are inside with your friends… and Miguel.

To Miguel’s dismay, the only thing he has eyes and ears for… were for you.

“And then, my parents discovered the suit. That’s when I had to tell them, it was so embarrassing. But we’re okay at least” Peter was laughing with Jess as they told him how his family discovered you were Spider Woman last Thanksgiving.

“Just because of a burnt turkey?” Peter mocked.

“Just because of a burnt turkey.” You confirm laughing.

For a second, you exchange looks with Miguel and you hurry to sip from your wine. The man noticed and felt guilty. He had been so quiet and he didn’t want you to feel like he was hating the night.

“Isn’t it funny, Miguel?” Peter asks. In his twisted mind, Peter B. Parker really thought he could play Cupid.

Both men were seated together, with you and Jess across them. And you had to be facing Miguel. He stops chewing his food and looks at Peter, but doesn’t reply.

“Do they know about the society?” Miguel didn’t care if society was not a secret anymore. A lot had changed.

You sighed, placing your hair behind your ear.

“I never confirmed it to them. But they must know, they are scientists after all” you shyly explain. He nods, paying attention to your outfit. A maroon dress that seemed elegant, salmon makeup all over your face, and some tiny glitters shined on your eyes.

“Hey, I like your lipstick.” Jess complimented tapping at her own lips.

“Thanks, it’s an old brand back at home” she nodded. And Miguel looked at your lips too. Again that salmon tone, made you look younger.

“We haven’t discussed any of the important stuff” Jess and you stopped talking before turning to look at Miguel.

“Oh, right” Once again, Miguel didn’t mean to sound so harsh. He knew your eyes usually got stuck on his turtleneck sweater to avoid his eyes.

A sudden clatter caught everyone’s attention. When you turned around, a lot of people started screaming and hurrying to run away.

Explosions end up unleashing chaos.

Immediately you and your companions stand up, and through the crystals of the wide windows of the restaurant you see the cause of all the sudden violence.

“Isn’t that…?”

“Lightning?” Miguel asks back, confirming to Jess and Peter that an old enemy is back.

You immediately assumed it was a female variation of Electro. A woman with red hair, a green and golden costume, and a mask covering her eyes.

“Female electro?” Everyone nodded to you.

Since the restaurant was now empty, everyone activated their suits.

Miguel barely had time to see the new webs you had. The first time, he met the first spider with no webs, he wondered how you operated in your earth. Now, you had created some potent glittery webs.

But he focused on Lightning.

“Missed me, love?” The woman asks as soon as Miguel threatens her for the first time in the night.

“Don’t call me that.” Miguel despised the woman. She was pretty, but annoying and horrible.

Lightning attacked Miguel and the bright lights made you turn away from the bridge Peter, Jess and you were trying to stop from collapsing.

“Go. Miguel needs you” Peter said to you, groaning as he did his best to save everyone.

“But I can’t leave you two alone”

“Just go!” Jess added too.

Doubting, you end up breaking the webs you made.

You follow the lights.

You swing across the futuristic city with desperation because you know Miguel does not possess a spider-sense.

Also, you realized a night before, how much you cared about him.

Miguel was still an enigma. You barely knew him, yet… You felt like you had some influence.

The moment you told him in the middle of the chaos to stop chasing Miles, to do the right thing. It felt special.

Like your voice had an effect that wasn’t part of the telepathy you handled.

In the present, you gasp when another lightning hits near the top of a building.

With your webs, you land. Only to see Miguel cornering the woman.

He is saying something to her.

You don’t like the image.

This electro woman was very flirty and cheeky, she was pretty and strong.

You had no right, though.

She is about to hurt Miguel but you make her hand shoot some bright electricity into the air.

Both turn to look at you.

“A telepathic spider? That’s new…” Lighting says sarcastically.

“…y/n” Miguel calls.

The red-haired woman smirks looking at Miguel.

“Looks like you have a new little girlfriend” Miguel feels angered, and she pushes her further into the wall, making her laugh.

“Oh no, I’ve been replaced” you cringe. But an uncomfortable feeling sets in your stomach.

“You’ve never been an option” Miguel eyes you, and you don’t know how to feel about the whole action.

The woman seems angered, and before she can attack him again, you make some of the lobes of her brain freeze.

She falls on her knees and covers her eyes.

Miguel looks shocked. He knows you’re doing something, but he hurries to handcuff her.

“I’m sending her to the HQ” You nod at him.

Miguel opens a portal and pushes her to the HQ.

“…y/n” he calls you once the portal closes again.

You have the feeling that he’s gonna tell you something about the woman. Like he wanted to explain who she was.

You didn’t want to hear. Even if it meant Miguel could possibly like you.

You look to your right, to the skyscrapers. You can hear some people screaming. Probably scared of the bridge that was about to fall.

Your excuse.

You don’t even look at Miguel, you swing away.

He sighs, hands on his hips.

At that moment, two statements were made.

I have no right to be jealous, but I think I like him; you thought.

I don’t like how this feels, but I think I’m falling for her.

…

The heels in your boots end up making everyone turn to look at you at the HQ. Some bad looks, some impressed.

However, most are bad looks.

“Good morning, y/n. How are you?” Lyla pops out of nowhere. You smile at her.

“I’m good. How is everything doing?”

“Uhm…”

“Lyla?” You ask, growing worried.

“The night Lightning attacked the people from the bridge. They demand Spider-Man 2099 to leave the city.

You gasp in horror.

“I need to see Miguel” Somehow you end up jogging towards his office.

Cautiously, you enter the dark room.

Miguel is focused on his screens. His platform is lower than usual. And his back is facing you.

“Miguel…” you greet and call him.

He doesn’t flinch. You can feel how angry he was. His shoulders were slightly hunched, the way he breathed telling you how hard he was trying to remain calm.

Because of you.

You wanted to think this ability to sense emotions wasn’t always accurate. Because the way Miguel felt indicated that he might like you.

“We’re gonna fix this…”

“How?” He abruptly turns around. You are startled by his red eyes, his talons evident. And somehow he looked even taller.

“You can’t help me, y/n. And I’m not going to get you in any trouble” your heart swells. Beyond his anger, you can see softness. Miguel looks at the edge of being pouty.

It gets confusing. Is it just a crush or are you falling in love?.

“It’s over. Lightning was an annoying recurrent figure in Nueva York, she was plotting with Sinister Six from your Earth to bring back another spot. The civilians are tired, they don’t want any spiders anymore. It’s over, y/n” You shake your head, getting close to him.

That strange feeling invades his arms, chest, and stomach. Only that it’s not strange anymore. Miguel knows the feeling only appears whenever you’re around. It’s his heart telling him that his growing in love with you.

You take his hands. And when he tries to flinch again, you stop him, squeezing his hands tighter.

“No. Listen to me. The last vision I had, was about this. I’m not leaving you alone” he wonders if the vision said something about you two being together. Then he regretted it, thinking he was being too reckless and going further. Even if they were only thoughts in his head.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” You want to say you’re falling in love with him. That you never felt so attached to anyone. That you wanted him to be okay because you cared for him despite barely knowing him.

You don’t. Not entirely…

“Call me crazy, but back home, I don’t have anyone. And after the vision of the spot and the chaos. I feel so attached to you” Ever since Gabriella, Miguel hadn’t been emotional. He blocked his feelings, but you come and say you feel closer to him.

“I know that feeling” you offer him a brief smile.

Trying to hide your disappointment. You didn’t expect him to confess his love for you. But you hoped he would say more.

Still, his talons disappeared. His red eyes returned to the usual dark and warm brown.

By the way, he’s also attached to you now.

“Lyla?” You call the AI. She appears and smiles at you.

“Yes, y/n?”

“Could you please call a press conference?” Miguel’s eyes widen.

It had been years since he was involved in a press conference. The last time he was in one, was before becoming Spider-Man. When he had a full-time job at Alchemax.

“You’ll see what I’m capable of…” he’s smitten. He’s fully attracted to you know. But he’s so afraid of losing you. He knew that when he fell for a woman, he loved hard. Literally, only death could break the love spell in him. And yet, he sweetly remembered his first love, his late wife and Gabriella.

Once again, he didn’t like the feeling.

…

Being Spider-Man is a responsibility. We are aware of the dangers it comes with. However, behind the masks, we are humans. And behind the mask of the Spider-Man of this city, there’s a good man. A man with a warm heart who had always thought about the people, even if it meant putting himself in second place. You blame the only person that decides to sacrifice to ensure your security. You call him a danger for fighting the danger he doesn’t plan. You say his a bad person, but I dare you to spend a year without a hero. I won’t minimize what the police department and other branches do. But you’ll need someone bigger. All of you know it’s true.

All of you are in your right to not like the Spider-Man from your city. But you have to accept making him your enemy when he’s the first one to help you, will not take you anywhere. He built a place for spiders to help and keep everyone safe. The least you can do is respect him. And thank him that we can help you. Next time, that bridge might fall, and all the people on it, they’ll collapse.

Any questions?

Jess and Lyla were hearing your speech in Miguel’s office. Lyla is smiling like a Cheshire Cat, and Jess smirks.

“Yup, she ate,” Jess said with her arms crossed.

“Look at the way she smiles at Miguel. I’m dying” Lyla fan girls over the screen that shows you and him. Flashes are evident, the NYPD logo in the back, the American flag, and the microphone cover the image.

In the footage, questions can be heard.

How many spiders work in the base our Spider-Man built? Is there a multiverse? Are you Spider-Man’s wife?

Miguel only knew one thing.

You fulfilled your promise. People apologized, but the HQ remained secret despite Nueva York knowing Miguel had founded a group at least.

“She made it” Jess added, standing beside Miguel.

“Did she say something else?” The man did not like the tone her friend opted for. Playful and nosy.

“About what?”

“ I don’t know. Y/n seems like a good girl” Lyla also added.

“Jessica” the woman knew she had to hush.

“I’m just saying. She’s linked to the web of life and destiny. What could be wrong?”

“And, she just cleared your image the society’s”

“Lyla shut up.” Miguel pleaded.

“Don’t you think so?”

“That’s exactly the problem, Jess. I don’t want to find out what could possibly go wrong” For the first time, indirectly, Miguel accepted he had feelings for you.

“Aha, Jess!. Miguel just admitted he likes y/n” Both Jess and Miguel glare at Lyla.

“Miguel. You can’t keep living like this. Believe me, it’s not gonna happen again” he knew he was closer to leaving his past behind. But your image and the feelings he had for you made him remember everything.

“I don’t know, Jess.”

Oh, he knew.

…

Gwen Stacy almost burned the apartment when she heard you scream. She threw a napkin to the stove, setting it on fire. But quickly throwing the burned piece to the sink.

She ran to your bedroom, only to find a nail polish glass shattered on your floor, the scarlet red making it look like blood.

The smell was intense and you were cursing.

Gwen had to laugh.

“You killed someone”

“I killed my look” you pointed at the top and skirt on your bed. Gwen arched an eyebrow.

“Who are you trying to impress?”

“Miguel. But I know I look hot in it. It’s not entirely because of him” the girl nodded.

She knew you liked Miguel.

And while the blonde had seen some changes in the grumpy man, she also knew you were experiencing different things with him.

“I can’t picture this. You having a date with him”

“It’s not a date” you state.

“Really? Fancy restaurant, HE asked you out, the outfit, and that lipstick!. You can’t trick me” you roll your eyes. But you love having her as a roomie.

Miguel approved her to live with you. With the condition to not cause any disturbance in your earth.

She followed the rules very well.

“If you’re not here in the morning, I’ll tell your parents” Gwen was trying to be serious, but you laughed, cleaning the nail polish mess with her.

“I can legally drink, Gwen. And if I don’t come home, I’m in good hands” Gwen pretends to be vomiting.

“The nail polish couldn’t make me puke, but your comment and whatever implying sure did” You can’t stop laughing.

She takes the glasses away and you can finally enter the shower.

…

He never learned.

Miguel was at the edge of being tipsy. That never happened.

But he offered a dinner to you.

Three weeks after the press conference, he had spent so much time with you.

In his office, in the HQ cafeteria, the rooftop of his apartment. Hours and hours of talking, eating together, even laughing.

“I’ll get the squash blossom and a tlayuda. What about you, Miguel?” You pull him out of his thoughts. He smiles at you and glances quickly at the menu.

“I want the Oaxacan fondue and the tasajo, well-cooked term” The waitress takes the order and disappears.

“We can share” he adds, making your smile grow as you nod.

He had to like you back. The things you’ve shared together. Friends don’t do that.

Miguel O’Hara didn’t make friends to begin with, this had to be love.

You had this aquamarine top full of sequins, a long denim squirt, and green shimmery heels. You wanted him to take the clothes away.

You weren’t rushing, after a whole month and a half of reuniting with him, you couldn’t deny your desires. At least they came after realizing you were in love with him.

“You look very pretty” Your cheeks turn red, and he giggles noticing it.

“Thanks. Don’t expect me to say the same, you always look gorgeous”

Shameless flirting, oh, you two had lost it.

As you eat your food, you can see his hungry eyes.

The first time you sensed he was having a lewd thought about you was some days ago. When his hands ended on your hips. You thought about it too. You wished he gripped them harder.

As the food finishes and the drinks too, your leg brushes his. Your shoulder brushes his and in a hazy moment. You kiss him, passionately.

He can’t run away. He knows he loves you. He is tipsy, and he also wants to kiss you so badly.

So he makes you happy by grabbing your hips again, harder like he didn’t know you wanted.

“Please, take me to bed” he nods between kisses. And he thinks the restaurant is dark, enough to drag the attention away.

He pays the check against your insistence of paying half of it. But Miguel makes you shut up with another deep kiss.

His lips were softer than you imagined, and his hands were bigger than you could ever thought.

And in the first alley, he opens a portal straight to his bedroom. Not even the entrance of his place.

You can’t believe what happens.

You don’t even remember when he took off your clothes and laid you in the middle of his giant bed.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you say moving your hands across his strong six-pack. His core was so tight that you think it’s impossible.

“But look at you, muñeca. I’m so lucky…” he says kissing your lower belly.

You know what’s coming. You’re desperate, eager for him to reach your wet folds with his lips and tongue.

“Oh-, ah…Miguel!” You moan arching your back, the intrusion of his tongue making feel you so desirable.

“You like it, Nena?” You nod moaning. Hands pinching your own nipples, eyes focused on the city at your right. Through the window, your eyes focused on the bright lights.

“Yes, yes. Oh-, fuck…” his tongue circled your clit, making you squirm everything the hood of it was uncovered. A lot was happening that night.

“Miguel!, Too much!”

“Too much, mami? We’re just starting…” how he dare? To be that hoot and sweet at the same time.

“No. Fuck me, please” you plead, massaging his scalp, making him even harder. His cock was at the edge of feeling painful, the head leaking more than ever.

“You think you’re ready to take me?” The sight is glorious, his hair disheveled, mouth shining thanks to you.

“I’m a big girl. Don’t stop even if I cry” he felt nasty, but he was about to have you.

“Good. Now spread those legs for me…” You slowly do it, teasing him. Miguel lost it when he saw you throb around nothing.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the love, but even the pain was pleasure.

He ripped you open, but it only made you wetter.

He kissed your tears away. And promised to make you see stars.

Miguel was so down for you, that he accidentally said it.

“Fuck, I love you” you were so lost in the pleasure. His tip is to give your cervix the massage you ever asked for. The veins covering his cock draw patterns across your warm walls.

“Ah-, I love you too, Miguel” He almost stopped fucking you.

Miguel fought the tears as he concentrated on the pleasure.

He quickly got lost in your increasing moans. Your face of pleasure was enough.

And as if it was for the attachment you mentioned weeks ago, both of you reached the biggest orgasm.

A panting mess, but he caught you in his arms. He kissed your forehead and held you the whole night.

…

The first seconds of the morning, you don’t know where are you. But then, you feel a massive body beside you, Miguel.

His room is so boring. It’s grey, and most of the furniture is darker. Only some perfumes and candles stand out in bright colors.

You smile fondly. Instantly remembering the night before.

He treated you so well, and he said he loved you.

“Good morning,” you say once he starts opening his eyes.

Regret floods him.

‘Hey…’ he greets you.

He gave in, he had everything under control. But then you came with that stupid sequin top. And your perfume smelled so damn well. Then your eyes gave him that look. So he lost.

Miguel couldn’t love you. Because that meant you would suffer. One way or another, even if it was unsure.

Even when the annoying voice of Lyla replayed in his head, saying that he deserved someone like you.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” he said, hoarse voice stumbling across the room. He stands up, his naked upper body appearing in your sight.

“What?” You ask confused, panic building up. As you prepare for the worst. Failing…

“This was a mistake”

“No. Stop it…” you say sitting up, covering your chest with the sheets.

“Y/n…”

“Stop pushing me away!. All these weeks we’ve had amazing times, but you keep avoiding it. You’re not gonna lose me” you plead, touching his shoulder.

“I think it’s better to keep some distance” tears start forming. You swallow the lump.

“You said you loved me” you try, your last hope.

‘I was drunk. I don’t love you, I was just lucky to end up having you in my bed. Like I could have ended up having anyone else” you sob, he closes his eyes, swallowing his lies and trying to ignore the pain in his chest.

You were right, he was pushing you away.

“If you are so afraid of repeating your errors, you could have said it straight to my face. No need to be a fucking asshole and imply I’m a whore” you say, hurrying up to get out of the bed.

“That’s not what I meant. It’s-“

“You can lie to yourself. But not to me. Appreciate me one last time, because you’ll never see me like this again” The venom in your voice panics him.

You stare at him, naked, crying, and realizing all you did for him, meant nothing. You could feel how much he loved you. The ability to sense his emotions. But you would never force him to do anything.

“I came back to help you because I had a vision. Of you being hated, the HQ crumbling. But I would save you. And we would end up together.” It takes him aback.

As you activate your suit, his gizmo beeps. The alarm of an anomaly.

Six anomalies in your earth.

“Wait, y/n” Miguel pleads. To prevent you from fighting without notice, and to know more about your vision.

He believed in the thing you saw. Maybe your visions were even more powerful than canon.

But before he could grab your hand. You disappeared.

“Mierda…” he said, activating his suit too and heading towards the HQ.

…

The HQ seemed fine. As Miguel paced to learn more about the anomalies in your earth.

Only that everyone was reading some newspaper.

El mañanero is the most famous newspaper in Nueva York.

Headliner? Local Spider-Man has a Spider-Woman lover?

A picture of you and him in your suits. A picture someone likely took in disguise as you two had a patrol.

Miguel barely pays attention as he feels even more stressed.

He knows you are so strong, but he worries as there are six anomalies at the same time. Which could be attacking you at the same time.

“Lyla?” He calls her desperately.

“Yes, I know. There are a bunch of anomalies with y/n. I called you”

“Is she okay?”

“Let me check, but what are you doing here?” Miguel rolled his eyes.

“I need to locate the anomalies. And call for backup”

“Since it’s y/n. Everyone is available. They’re coming…” Suddenly, Peter, Mayday who was learning to walk now, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, Penni, Noir, Jess, and Ben appeared.

“How the hell did the sinister six decide to attack y/n’s earth today?” Jess revealed the enemy and complained. A mission on Saturday morning, how annoying.

“Looks like Lightning finished her deal with them” Peter was the one who discovered the female electro for the first time. And he knew the woman constantly allied with them.

“What do we do?” Noir asks Miguel.

“Split into two groups. We don’t know which variants they are. And-…”

“Miguel?” Lyla interrupts. He only stares.

“I checked y/n’s suit vital signs. Slow blood pressure and high heartbeats. She’s not okay…” Miguel felt like he couldn’t breathe. And he didn’t think twice, he only repeated to the group to split, as he was the first one to leave.

…

Your New York was a chaos. The usual anomaly mess.

Jess, Noir, and Peter were fighting Kraven and Vulture, and Miles and Pavitr were focused on Mysterio. While near the waters, Penni and Miles were about to finish Sandman. With the help of Ben, Miguel had just finished with Doctor Octopus.

Because his head was distracted by the thought of you. He wonders how fast were you weakening. As you stated before that trying new abilities with your mind left you very tired.

He also worried that his words in the morning were making you fight worse. All those insecurities only grew as time passed and he wasn’t next to you yet.

Gwen was nowhere to be found. Until she appeared on Miguel’s gizmo.

“Miguel, I found her. Sixth Avenue, she’s fighting Electro. Hurry up!” Unbeknownst to him, Gwen had sneaked away from the fight to find you.

And to everyone’s unawareness, Gwen was highly worried about you. You were the first one to offer him a home after Miguel sent her home when all the problems with Miles started.

It was an issue once he discovered it. But you as the sweetest woman she ever met, made Miguel change his mind.

You were her role model, an older sister who stood up for her when no one did.

And now she feared losing you like she did with Peter. Now she had her dad back, but it would never take away what you did for her.

Electro had no mercy. Some of the electricity hitting you. The blonde girl balanced from a lamppost faster to reach you.

She abruptly stopped once she analyzed what you were doing. Something with your mind. Because you weren’t moving.

And like an invisible force protected you, it also weakened the villain.

As soon as Electro fell to the ground. Your web broke and you fell, unconscious.

Gwen gasped in horror, jumping to prevent you from dying.

Time seemed to pass like a flash. Gwen’s heart beat so fast that she was sweating as her hand was already positioned to catch you in the air.

Once her hands touched your body, Gwen knew she made it. She pulled you to her chest and balanced with you. Until she placed you on the grass in some secluded area of the park.

“No, no, no. Y/n…” Gwen was near the tears. She quickly searched for your pulse. And after confirming you were breathing, she felt less worried. But very stressed.

“Please. Be strong…” she said.

That’s when Miguel found you.

His mask immediately disintegrated to inspect you.

“She’s alive” Gwen soothes him. Give him some space to hold you.

“What happened?”

“She finished Electro with her mind. She must’ve passed out from the exertion. But I see she has bruises and her leg is extremely tense” the girl explained, with a broken voice.

“She’s gonna be fine, kid. I promise” Miguel knew how important you were to Gwen. He also had to be an adult and remain calm.

Even if deep down he was just as broken as Gwen after seeing your face with blood, bruises, and a weak appearance.

“Tell Miles and Penni to catch Electro” Gwen wiped her watery eyes and nodded. Giving you one last look, she shot a web and left.

“Lyla. Please scan her…” The AI appeared and applied some blue scans all over your body.

“Low oxygen levels and blood pressure, left leg is sprained, two ribs are swollen. Aside from that, she’s stable. We need to take her to the HQ” Miguel nodded, quickly turning off Lyla.

Miguel inspected you. And he smiled.

“I’ll never push you away again. Never…” he promised, carrying you in his arms before he opened a new portal.

…

You violently squirm once you move after opening your eyes.

Panic invades you as you don’t remember what happened.

“Hey. It’s okay…” you hear a voice. As soon you turn you see Miguel.

You’re in your bed. Distant voices can be heard.

“I don’t know what happened?” you ask, slowly sitting against the headboard. Ever the gentleman he is, Miguel pulls a bunch of pillows behind your back.

“The Sinister Six from your earth,” Miguel says. He remains looking at you, arms crossed and surprisingly he’s in normal clothes.

“Whatever you did to Electro, nearly killed him and it exhausted you. We took you to the HQ. You slept for a day and then we brought you home” You nod. A lot of questions still floating in your head.

You are mad at him, but how long?

“Do you know why they attacked?” Miguel nods.

“What Lightning from my earth said. They wanted to bring back a variant of The Spot” your stomach churns, and your cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Are you hungry? Gwen invited everyone. I said she should let you rest. But she insisted you’d like to wake up with everyone here” he likes how you start smiling.

“She’s right.” Your hair is disheveled, lazy eyes and smile make you look adorable. Miguel wants to squeeze your cheeks and kiss you softly.

And he realizes that he had hurt you when all you wanted was to make him see the truth.

“If you let me. I’ll never push you away again, y/n” The subject change takes you by surprise.

“I felt so attached to you too. From the moment you appeared out of nowhere and changed my path,” you don’t say anything.

“Maybe I already loved you when you came back the second time. Every moment with you is comforting. You helped me, even if you didn’t owe me anything” his words are taking you on a curve. Hearing him open his heart would leave you a mess of tears.

“And that night. You appeared to that restaurant looking so fucking beautiful. You kissed me and I knew I had already won. I meant it when I said I love you.” his voice is smooth, you sense the honesty. He sits at the edge of your mattress, beside you.

“The only reason why I said those awful things was because I thought that would push you away enough to stay away from a mistake like me. And all the chaos I bring whenever I go” he explains, asking permission to hold your hand. His long fingers play with your knuckles, and it comforts him more than ever.

“You are not a mistake. You are so brave and strong. You kept going after all the horrible things that happened to you. And you dared to fall in love with me. Why would you push me away? When I know we’re meant to be together” silence fills the room. It’s only you crying in silence and Miguel in your chest.

“Can you forgive and give me another chance?” You nod, pulling him closer to kiss him.

“Yes. But you should know I want a loyal, loving, honest, and devoted partner”

“Ay, querida. Right now I only have eyes for a woman, and that’s you. And I know as long as you’re alive, my feelings will remain the same” he accepts another kiss.

“Now let me get ready to have a nice dinner with our friends” Miguel had come to accept the bunch of spiders in your place, where his friends were too. They made you happy, and they cared for him.

“You should rest” Miguel warned you as he saw you jumó out of bed.

“You had a sprained leg and two injured ribs, y/n” you shrug, taking a dress out of your closet.

“I feel amazing. And I’m just taking a shower. You can sit in the toilet and wait for me” Miguel changed his demeanor. He had time to smirk and feel cheeky about it.

“I thought you said I’ll never see you naked again” You roll your eyes.

“We can still do that” Miguel hurried to get inside the bathroom and patiently sat on the toilet. He looked like a giant among your cosmetics, shampoos, and colorful towels.

“I oppose,” he says making you laugh. With his help, he removes the bandages on your leg and helps you get inside the shower.

You like that the makeup was fast, and straight to the point. You two were compromised to work for a future together.

You were okay with it.

…

Penni is the first person to hug you once you enter the backyard of the apartment.

Then Margo who you hadn’t seen in weeks but Gwen moved her to hold you tightly.

“I was so worried. And I hope you don’t mind this little party. I thought you would want to be surrounded by friends and-“

“Gwen, it’s perfect. Thank you” You soothe her anxiety hugging her back.

But you start laughing when you spot Peter and Pavitr on the grill, cooking some steak and vegetables.

“Really? I was passed out and you two are grilling?”

“But it’s for you…” Peter defends himself. You laugh, a squeak of excitement filling the backyard when Noir hands you not-so-baby Mayday.

“Mayday, my big baby!” She coos and says random words.

“Baby…” she says holding her doll.

“Yeah, it’s a baby” you confirm giggling.

During the whole interaction, Miguel is behind you holding your hips. In his defense, he didn’t want you to apply much pressure with your post-injured leg.

Mayday places the baby in your lower belly, cooing.

“Baby” the little girl repeats. You blush and Miguel looks awkwardly.

“Oh…” you manage to say.

“Little girl is implying something” Jess intervenes, laughing teasingly.

“Not yet, Jess” Miguel says.

“Not yet?” Your shocked tone makes him laugh while he rubs your back.

“That’s what usually happens when you plan on marrying someone” he whispers in your ear and your cheeks could explode from how red they were.

“There’s a baby in my arms, O’Hara” Mayday seemed to preoccupied with throwing webs at the sky. However, you just wanted to mess with Miguel. You let Mayday walk around the grass, and soon Miles goes after her.

“Hopefully one in your belly soon” you almost choke.

“You’re so annoying. Who would’ve thought?” He hears your stomach churn again as soon the steak smell fills the air.

He shrugs proudly.

“What do you say then? We can disappear for a couple of months to have some time together. Would you marry me?” Neither of you knew what had possessed Miguel to be so chill and open. He meant it. He wanted to call you his wife. Put a ringer on your finger, wear your initials on his neck, and make you the mother of his children.

“Would you cut the steak in strips for me?” He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yes, I can do that for you, y/n”

“Then yes. I’ll marry you.” He kisses you without shame. Nobody notices though.

You take a seat on the little patio furniture and you breathe.

Everyone is happy. You look at Miguel, who’s with Peter and Pavitr on the grill, they’re talking and the others are scattered doing random things.

But you look at him. You would do anything for him, you could forgive him because he would never intentionally hurt you. You could hate everything and everyone, but him.

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[mirrored-movements]

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 ;-;

[ariicandy]

╭・Being Miles’ Younger Sibling !!

inspired by tiktoks on my fyp ++ been on my mind

Grammar mistakes, I’ll edit when I wake up

✦﹒Miles is 1000% very and sometimes overprotective of you before being bit by the spider and after. New York is a city of cause and he just wants to keep you safe as your brother and as well as spiderman.

✦﹒He always helps you with subjects you struggle with that he is good at, he’s also very patient so don’t worry stressing over the work while he’s there!! He’s been there and doesnt want you to get overwhelmed by it like how he did.

✦﹒Either, you found out he was spiderman when he was eating at that burger place with Peter B. walking by and/or getting a drink. Or he either told you because of the calls and messages you sent to him when your parents were trying to contact him. (This happened in itsv incase u forgot)

✦﹒you probably have heard him talking about Gwen to you a few times or by his sketch book when u are in his room telling him something cause Mama morales told you to tell miles. But when YOU have a crush he becomes all detective on who this person is and if they’re good for you.

✦﹒You probably will have to cover for him a lot due to him being spiderman and randomly disappearing, this will come in handy when you’re the little angel so they will believe you either way. He buys you stuff or takes you somewhere wherever you wanna go to make up for all the coverings you are doing for him just to not get him in trouble.

✦﹒along side with covering up for him, he will also tell you stuff not to do that will make you get in trouble cause he doesn’t want to influence you from all the things he has to do as spiderman. A little conversation goes like this, “don’t break into builds that’s breaking the law.” “But you always break into buildings as spid-“ “HEY we dont talk about that. >:((”

✦﹒if Miguel talks about u being a possible canon for him like how his dad is. He WILL get defensive AND RIOT. He will not take it very well you having to die just for him to have similar spiderman stories like everyone else’s.

Miguel - “Your sibling is possible a canon event”

Miles - “WHAT NUH UH [your name] is not!!”

✦﹒when he is getting chase by the whole spider society, all he could think about is your tragic death if he doesn’t stop the spot from destroying everything. He was relieved and happy when he made it back home only to find out he was in the wrong universe and has to deal with his other self that was supposed to be bitten by the spider instead of him..

Now if you were also a spider-person along side him…

✦﹒miles would be over protective on strategies of how to defeat a villain even if their a villain of the week. He doesn’t want you hurt like you guys were with fighting king pin :(( so you sometimes have to rebel and fight them so miles can see you can okay do it just fine! He does get mad but as long as you’re okay he’s okay too

✦﹒u both have to work together on covering each other whenever one of you disappear or have to fight together. He is grateful that you both aren’t in trouble, he’ll take the blame if you get caught so you don’t have to blame yourself for patrolling extra instead of arriving sooner than usual.

✦﹒you both sometimes just go out for a swing or go sit somewhere in ny and sit in comforting silence since nobody can understand this spiderman thing, you have each other against the world. That’s a whole lot to take in but miles is glad he atleast had someone to rely on whenever he’s in trouble or just something been bothering him, he also sends his shoulder to you whenever you need something off your chest or just talk abt being a spider person.

✦﹒when you and Miles were being chased he was always looking to his lefts and rights to see you were okay. He would send a web to you to go up ahead of him just so you can make it, it’s also the reason why he got body slammed by Miguel. He was quick to grab you and pushed you away so you didn’t get hurt. His top priority is not getting you hurt even if it means if he gets hurt :((

✦﹒Miles is like that big older sibling that pulls you aside when someone is being rude and/or threatening. He was like that when inside the go home machine. Holding your hand not letting you go infront of Miguel while he was trying to open?? The cage of your designated dimension. Miles didn’t let go when you guys arrived after being sent by the machine, he took of his mask to breathe and check if you were also okay from that whole thing.

✦﹒During that scene where he was telling his mom about the spot his arch nemesis, he quickly told you to hide by going invisible and to be behind the door so it shows it was only him. You both were really confused when your mom/Mama Morales said “who’s spiderman??”. Following him slowly out if his room still being invisible till it hit you both. Glitching.. miles looked at you leading to connect the dots when uncle Aaron arrived.

✦﹒at the rooftop with uncle Aaron looking everywhere to see New York in a whole another state than yours. Your spider sense go off dodge a attack that was gonna hit both of you, you were then injected with something that made you fall asleep, hitting the floor.

✦﹒ Waking up you were tight to a punching bag with miles, you start to look for your surroundings when miles also started to wake up. You were being lifted up a bit til uncle Aaron moved you guys around to start playing music. Miles tried talking Aaron but he got near being punched in the face by it.

✦﹒”I’m not.” Uncle Aaron walks away from both you and miles only to see someone watching you from above. They drop down from the rails on the ceiling to walk towards you both only to find out he’s Miles Mórales, The prowler.

[panjakes]

HIIIII!!!° I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR WORK!!

Can I have a request for a Spiderman Niki x black fem reader?? I love your Jungwon Spiderman post, but can i have it as Niki (he's my bias 🤭)

LOVE UR WORK!!! Keep up the good work, Luv you :))♡

Thank you for the request and reading my work🫶🏼❤️

“I’m spider-man” Niki says holding his breath right after

After a long moment of silence he looked back up at his girlfriend who had a confused expression before bursting into a fit of laughter now making Niki confused

“W-what’s funny? I didn’t tell a joke” he says tilting his head in confusion

“I-I’m sorry but you? Your spiderman? You told me you hate that guy” she says before laughing again slapping her knee

Niki side eyes her before sitting in the rail of Yn’s fire escape

“I said that so you wouldn’t suspect me” he says sighing

“I’m sorry babe but your not spiderman” she says shaking her head and wiping her tears

“Oh. So im not?” Niki says

“No babe. Jokes over” Yn says pulling out her phone leaning on the rail. Niki nods his head

“Okay. Yeah jokes over” Niki says before leaning backwards and falling off the rail

“RIKI!” Yn let’s out a shriek trying her best to reach her boyfriend but failing. Just before she could shriek or even cry, a web wraps around the railing of the fire escape and Niki was on his way back up with a very cocky smirk on his face

Landing safely on his feet, Niki stands up smirking at Yn

“Still think I’m not spiderman?” He asks

“You fucking asshole! Out of all ways too prove to me that your spiderman you fucking jump from the fire escape?!” She asks shoving him

“You weren’t believing me!” Niki says

“Show me the suit! Shoot a web at me or something! You really fucking scared me” Yn says shoving him out the way to get to her room

“Okay Yn wait” he says grabbing her waist only to be shoved away again

“Leave me alone” Yn says opening the window to her bedroom only to have Niki web it closed. Yn turns around to look at him with a glare

He grabs both of her hands bring her closer to him

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. That was the wrong way to go about it and I shouldn’t have done that too you. I’ll never scare you like that again. Please forgive me?” He says

“No” Yn says quickly

“Pleasssseeeeee Snookum wookum!” Niki says with a pout causing the dark skin girl to finally crack with a smile and giggle

“Fine. I forgive you but the next time you do that shit it’s your ass! And I’ll tell Jay on you” Yn says pointing her finger at him

“Nobody’s scared of jay, I’m spiderman I’ll quite literally web him to a wall” Niki says following Yn into her bedroom

“Niki stop worrying. I’ve worked the night shift before I’ll be fine” Yn says grabbing her phone from its charger

“Yeah that was one time and you also had a ride! I don’t want you walking home alone” Niki says

“It’s only a 6 minute walk Babe I’ll be fine” Yn says

“You call me if anything happens, I’m serious Yn” he says picking up her house keys to give to her

“I will now go Patrol and stop worrying about me” she says putting a claw clip onto her black, brown, and blond braids

“I’ll always worry about you” Niki says pecking her forehead before pulling his mask over his face

“And you don’t think I worry about you now that I know you spiderman?” She asks making Niki sigh

“I have super strength and super hearing and I can shoot spiderwebs from my wrist. You have nothing to worry about” Niki says making the girl slowly turn around

“So what’re you trying to say?” Yn asks

“Nothing yn. I just want you to be careful alright?” He says pulling down his mask and jumping out the window before the dark skin girl could say anything

Groaning and rolling her eyes, Yn opens her apartment door and leaving

“Yn you can go home early”

“Are you sure? You know I have no problem staying to close” Yn says to her boss

“Yn, go home and take these with you” her boss says handing her a container of left over sweets from the bakery in the cafe

“Fine, I’ll see you in the morning” Yn says with a pout

“Don’t miss me too much, see in the morning”

Yn grabs her things and leaves the shop with a wave.

She puts in one of her AirPods and gets to walking down the street to her apartment. Pulling out one of the muffins out the bag Yn turns the music down just a bit so she can be aware of her surroundings

“Excuse me sweetheart, can I please have a dollar? I’m hungry” a “homeless man” asked

“I’m sorry I have no cash on me, you can have these if you want?” She says holding out the bag of sweets

“I don’t want that shit! I know you have money” the man says standing up from the curb

“I-I don’t. I’m sorry” she says turning around to make an escape but was to late when the man hit her side with a bat.

She groans falling to the ground. The man grabs at her purse getting frustrated when the bag wouldn’t leave her shoulder

“Get! Off me!” She screams kicking the man in the knee causing him to groan and fall to his knee. Yn gets up making a run for it only for the man to also get up and be hot on her tail.

The man takes a swing for her head but she ducks making him miss. Just running Yn didn’t notice that the man wasn’t chasing her anymore

She looks back seeing the man being thrown around by her boyfriend. Ending the fight, Niki webs the man to the brick wall.

Niki dusts off his hands before walking over to her

"Call the police and i'm going to take you home" He says causing yn to just nod her head, still shaken up from what just happened

after making a police report and watching the man get arrested, Niki grabs yn by the waist, swinging her back to her apartment.

Once they arrived Niki opens the window watch the girl climb in and he climbs in after her.

"He hurt you?" He asks making yn nod her head. She pulls up her shirt showing the now purple bruise on her side. He sighs walking to the kitchen to fill up an ice pack.

handing it to her niki starts to clean up her tiny scraps

"I thought I told you to be careful" Niki says making yn roll her eyes

"I was as careful as I could be" Yn says

"If you were I wouldnt be clean scraps on your body" Niki says not making eye contact which upset the girl

she rolls her eyes pushing his hand away from her bleeding knee, getting up to go to the bathroom. She grabs her scraf off the sink tying it around her braids. She sighs in annoyance when she realized her bonnet was not on the bathroom counter. she turns around to see Niki with her bonnet in his hand

She says nothing as she turns around and allows the blond to put her braids into the bonnet.

"I'm sorry, I didnt mean to be harsh its just...anything could have happened" Niki says looking down at the tile floor not wanting to think of the possibilities that could have happened tonight

"I tried to be careful I did, It;s not my fault I was attacked" Yn mumbles

"No, Its not. I just dont want anything to happen to you" Niki mumbles pulling her into a hug

"I'll be extra careful from now on" Yn says patting his head

"Please"

"I will...now go make us some ramen" Yn says

"Really?" Niki asks

"Please? I dropped my bag of sweets" Yn asks pouting

"Fine" Niki says smiling as he goes to the kitchen

"Thank you! Love you" Yn says smiling

"Yeah love you too" Niki says smiling and glad that his girlfriend was safe

[bluesworldd]

𐀶 ՙ 🎸 · HOBIE BROWN ➤ as your partner

cw/tw: mentions of intoxication (no description)

genre: fluff

blue says: i want it to be known that i will probably use these hcs for fics unless its a specific fic ofc. also these are a bit inspired by other hcs. enjoy.

spoilers ahead !

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- so to begin i like to think you and hobie have been close friends for a while..hobies definitely the type to date his friends that he’s known since forever since he already has an existing relationship with that person he finds it easier to fall into a romantic relationship that way.

- it was definitely a slow burn tho and you fell first but he fell harder….like really hard

- you too have been through thick and thin together and shaped each other. that’s something he really appreciates about your relationship with him.

- to say the least you guys have known each for years and thats something he couldn’t appreciate more

- some of the qualities he looks for in a partner is the ability to trust and be vulnerable, for both him and his partner. like i think hobie is the type to read people so easily. i feel like he can tell when someone is lying to him or something like that yk?

- anyways yeah he absolutely love that about you, especially since you two don’t agree on everything he likes how open-minded you are

- now physically hobie doesn’t have anything specific he’s looking for

- personal hc of mine: he’s into sista’s sorry not sorry.

- outside of that tho he doesn’t care

- cuz fawk beauty standers

- different aesthetic? well he literally doesn’t care, in fact he loves it since it allows him to explore different aesthetics outside of his own

- but either way i dont think hobie would be the type to “believe” in aesthetics. like hobie just wears clothes that he likes thats it. thats all.

- when it comes to showing his affection he’s definitely into physical touch and quality time

- nothing makes him more weak in knees than cuddling while watching a movie together or doing some silly activities together or just chilling tbh

- like dont even get him started fr

- being spiderman really made him realize how much he missed his “old life” if that makes sense. like hobie is always happy when he can make a change or save someone but he misses you all the time

- his loneliness is washed away when he comes to his flat and sees u<3

- and its even better when he’s been out for a long time..

- honestly he loves a lot of things about u but nothing can compare to the big smile u get when he walks through the door

- like u don’t understand what u do to him..

- now when it comes to public affection hes not afraid or ashamed of showing his love for u

- sometimes if he’s feeling clingy (or he’s completely hammered) he’ll do it on purpose or be so extra when he’s kissing u

- ou when he’s intoxicated he’s all over u not in a sexual way but the cuddle bug in him JUMPS out…

- anyways this isn’t to say he’s possessive! no not at all.

- now is he clingy…? well yes!

- overall hobie loves u and wants to be near u 25/8

- like bruh

- hobie has this almost overwhelming respect and love for you that he doesn’t believe you could begin to understand..

- out of all the many dimensions and people he has met, nobody could be you.

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[joker-daughter]

you don't have to post this but I'm done with fans telling other fans how they should feel. look, nobody is stopping Tom from taking his little vacations after a project. But if he's only doing one project a year, don’t be surprised when industry people start removing him from conversations. this isn't 2002 where tobey was being compared to names like leo or brad pitt . you fans can’t get upset if someone says he’s not a big movie star if his next gig is just spiderman or marvel stuff. for fuck's sake this man is entering his 30s. don’t be shocked if his name gets mentioned less compared to his peers. and don’t get all worked up if by his mid30s or early 40s, all people remember him for is peter p. because his other movies were all forgettable. dn’t be surprised if you’re the ones trying to convince people to check out his work. you guys wanna see him in his 40s, probably losing hair, where he's only legacy will be spiderman, just like tobey, Istg. even chrevens chris pratt, benedict cumberbatch, mark ruffalo, and downey who all carried marvel movies have other memorable roles and are still working consistently despite having marvel money too.

I mean he did say that he wouldn’t mind that people only see him as Peter since he loves him BUT he also said that he won’t let anyone put him in a box either so…..other than that, I don’t know what else to say but thanks for sharing your thoughts, anon

[destinyc1020]

Why the moment we discussed something including Timmy is because we hate him🙄

The same way I don’t think he is not the only actor who could act the Wonka role in a successful way, the same way I think Tom wasn’t the only actor who could do a successful Spider-Man.

Hopefully both will be having successful roles in the future, not IP related.

Anon, trust me... some people in my inbox don't like Timmy lol. Some of that may have to do with the Timdaya shippers. 😒 But I've even gotten mouthfuls from people who came for my throat for posting ANYTHING related to him after the SNL skit.

So yea, when I say that some people in here hate him, I'm not joking lol. I see my inbox and what ppl say. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Plus, you can tell by some of the comments undermining the success of "Wonka". Some Anons wanna attribute it to anything else possible.... but let it be another actor with a good box office result for their film, and it was ALL due to them. 👀

I mean, to me, it's a bit of a double standard, no? 🤔

Re: Tom/Spider-man....

I mean, like "Wonka", "Spiderman" is a huge IP. Actually, Spider-man is an even BIGGER IP than Wonka (imo) AND he's a very beloved character in the Marvel and comic book world just in general. So yea, the film was guaranteed to make money REGARDLESS of who they cast in the role. 🤷🏾‍♀️

BUT!!!! I'll say the same thing that I said about Austin and Timmy..... I don't think Tom's Spiderman films would have been HALF as successful as they have been had it not just been for TOM and how WELL he plays the role, as well as how charismatic and likable he is off-screen too!😃 🤷🏾‍♀️

Tom was also kind of like Austin in the fact that nobody knew who the heck this guy was until he was cast as Peter Parker/Spider-man. So, for Tom, a relative unknown, to pull off such great box office numbers, that was def due to people genuinely enjoying him in the role.

Could the spidey films have been successful had they cast Asa Butterfield instead? Yes, of course! Like I said, Spiderman is a HUGE, beloved, and well-known IP.

BUT! I honestly don't think the films would have been AS successful with Asa tbh..... Tom has the charisma, he LOVES the character, he does a lot of his own stunts and has the gymnastic background, etc.

Like seriously y'all.....Sometimes, we really have to trust casting directors. 😅 They cast certain actors for particular roles for a REASON. Tom was the BEST CHOICE for the role, and I don't think those films would have been as successful if they had cast someone else. Jmho. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

A hoodie?

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Wanda Maximoff x Peter Parker

Warnings: bi!reader, soft!peter parker, insecure!reader x insecure!peter parker, swearing i think, sexual innuendos, they make out in a closet

Word Count: 967

Summary: When you have to go into the closet with Peter, you try to return his hoodie, but he insists it would look better on you. Things escalate from there.

**

Immediately after reaching your hand in the bag, you felt something soft. Like fabric. It was a softer material too, and felt bulkier, like a hoodie or a sweater. What's the worst that could happen? you thought, pulling it out. "It's.. a hoodie? Like you actually stole someone's sweater for this?"

"Is that where my hoodie went, Mr. Stark? You took it for Seven Minutes in Heaven?" Your eyes widened slightly, hearing who had started talking. Peter Benjamin Parker, aka the guy you worked with all the time in the lab and had developed a big ass fucking crush on due to the amount of time you spend in close proximity. Also, he's Spiderman, because how much crazier could your life get?

Wanda leaned closer to your ear so nobody else would hear her, "If you're an asshole to him, I'll kick your ass myself. He is the sweetest guy you will ever meet, and he's been through more than he's willing to let on, just like you. And, because I know you have a huge crush on him, I'll also kick your ass if you don't do something about it." 

You sighed softly. "I pinky promise I will not be an asshole. But no promises about the other thing." You said, waving around your pinky finger. That statement was followed by you walking to the small closet to sulk about being locked in said closet for 7 minutes with your crush. Peter walked in right behind you, and Tony closed the door on the two of you just as you had sat down in the corner.

"I'm sorry you're in here with me N/N. You probably wanted Steve or Bucky or Thor or someone."

"I'm sorry you're in here with me, Pete. You probably wanted Ms. Romanoff or Wanda."

Your apologies were said at the same time, but that didn't make it so you didn't hear each other's apologies.

"Why are you sorry? You're awesome!" Both of you responded with this, once again, at the same time.

"Jinx! Jinx again!" You both sighed before falling into a slightly awkward silence.

"You really think I'm awesome, Y/N?" Peter asked, after a moment.

"How is that even a question? You're essentially me, just in male form, 6 feet tall, and 2 years younger. Although, I'm a pretty shitty person, so you might even have me beat in that department."

"What? No, you're an amazing person! How could you even say that?"

"I'm an asshole. And I'm sorry. It's hard for me to let people in, so I'm even more of an asshole to those that really want to be let in."

"Not saying that you have to let me in," he said, sitting next to you, "but maybe just tell me one thing about you I might not have known."

"I'm bi." You said it softly, hoping he wouldn't actually hear you.

"You are? That's awesome! Thank you for sharing it with me." 

You started blushing. "Y-yeah, n-no worries. O-oh, did you want your hoodie back?"

"I dunno, N/N, I think it would look better on you."

"O-oh?"

"Don't you think so?" You weren't thinking anything at the moment other than about how close he was, and how the warmth was radiating off him, and how his hoodie smelled good, and how you just wanted to kiss his stupidly perfect lips. And all over his stupidly perfect face. So, you turned your head towards him and looked up at him with those stupid puppy dog eyes of yours that would get even Steve and Bucky to listen to you.

"Maybe, but I think it would look best on your bedroom floor." How the fuck did you come up with that? "Shit, I'm sorry, I have no idea where that came from." 

He kissed you softly. "I think you would look best on my bedroom floor, baby girl." 

You groaned softly. "Fuck, Peter."

"Maybe take me out to dinner first."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Fuck, please don't tell me you're not." 

You pulled him back in for a kiss. "Peter, I have a huge crush on you. Please don't be fucking with me right now."

"I would never, baby girl. I have a huge crush on you too." He started kissing down the side of your neck, soft whimpers spilled from your lips until he got to that spot. 

"Please, Peter, please."

"Please what, princess? What do you want from me?" He asked, slowly licking over that spot before blowing on it, making goosebumps travel over your skin.

"Don't fucking stop, please." You rested your head against the wall behind you, and Peter kissed your lips again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You pulled back, "Fuck, and I thought your lips were perfect before."

"Nothing's more perfect than you, baby girl." He sat back and pulled you onto his lap. You rested your hands on the back of his neck and pulled his face closer to yours again. 

It was Steve that wrenched the door open, instead of Tony, whom you were both expecting. "Oh my God."

At this, Tony popped his head around Steve's torso to take a look in the closet you were both sitting on the floor of. "Oh my God! The children are sucking face!" 

You hid your face in the crook of Peter's neck at this comment. "Can we die of embarrassment yet?" You mumbled this loud enough that Peter's spidey senses would hear you.

"Sorry, sweetheart. No." You wrapped your arms around Peter's torso instead of his neck, and he picked you up as he stood up, carrying you to the couch.

Wanda sat next to Peter and said, "So, I don't need to kick your ass, then?" 

You shook your head, blushing. "Kicking of ass is not necessary."

**

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[livvyofthelake]

1, 3, 6-8, 13, 16, 20-22 (didn’t think of a Thing to ask abt so go wild!!) (sorry if this has sent several times my app keeps crashing <3)

1) the character everyone gets wrong

oooh another one of this question lemme think of another one to complain about…. um. ty blackthorn…. i know you don’t know him but you should have a basic level of familiarity with his sherlock holmes swag and necromancy realness and ghost guy slay like. just based on my posting… i don’t like fandomy interpretations of him that make him like. soft and cutesy and uwu whatever like that boy is a huge fucking cunt he’s the worst… he’s a supervillain in training it’s ridiculous stop calling him your soft little baby or whatever the hell…. like you sound insane not even cassie is babying him like that get serious

3) screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i’m saying this cuz i know you were there too so you’ll get it but literally the 2021 pre s4 era of bylertheorism posting was so awful fr….

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

wow see prev response….. no but like i’ll give a real answer. um idk i already complained about a few things but i’m gonna pull out a nicheish one due to the fact i saw a sofia wylie tiktok today and it made me think about hsmtmts. um i think ricky and gina shippers ruined everything sacred about that show and tim federle needs to die for the crimes he’s committed against me for them. this is also true about jiara but i’m beyond caring about obx and hsmtmts is like. THE show that got me through summer 2021. it was so rough oh my god. ej and gina were all i had. and now i don’t even have them anymore we should all kill ourselves. not to be a person that cares too much about ships. idk you had to be there maybe. and by there i mean like. you had to be me i guess

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

damn speaking of outer banks. jj. that boy should kill himself i don’t even care. or jesper shadow and bone. i promise i’ll like him more when i read about him but as a netflix original comic relief man…. i just can’t get behind him. also that actor was in a movie i hated so he should have to do like. 100 hours court ordered community service picking up trash in parks. that’s just one girl’s opinion

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

can i talk about my shadowhunters. ok well i’m going to. it’s like sorry about your mental illnesses or whatever but i don’t think projecting them onto kit herondale is necessarily the way to go babes. he exists in a fantasy universe where he can put a little tattoo on his body and instantly gain speed, the kid hangs out with werewolves and his mom can do magic. i don’t think he is taking adderall. plus shadowhunters can’t take medication anyway so L + ratio + i can tell you’re either 16 or the most annoying adult alive. sorry if you’re 16, i promise when you stop being 16 you will feel better about life. like fandom lovessss to headcanon him with the most boring shit imaginable. oh you headcanon that this character who lives in a universe where MAGIC IS REAL has adhd? that’s cool i headcanon that he’s a virgin but makes up elaborate lies about it so none of the bad guys who are constantly after him can use him as a virgin sacrifice. i just made that up but it’s still more fun than being like ohh this character is training to be able to kill demons but the most important thing in his life is remembering to take his medication!! like booo 👎 nobody wants to read about medication in fantasy…. unless it’s like some sick ass herbs and potions like my buddy gaius makes. whatever.

13) worst blorboficiation

can i say will herondale. you know what don’t even worry about it. i’m gonna say tom holland spiderman. i don’t engage with literally any of that but i am an internet user in this day and age so it is unfortunately thrust upon me. sorry to that man but i hope peter parker dies goddamn. today’s writers just don’t hate their protagonists enough they always wanna keep ‘em around as long as possible it’s insane. arthur conan doyle had the right idea i think. like kill that dude!!

16) you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i hateeeeeee fandom himbo characterization. ESPECIALLY. when it comes to my beloved arthur bbc merlin. he is not. a himbo…. we should all kill ourselves.

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

no offense to cassandra clare’s infernal devices but. i’m so so sorry tessa i love you forever it’s just. well.

21) part of canon you think is overhyped

i’m just gonna say barchie. can’t fucking stand this season sorry abby that i made you watch this show only for its final season to be a flop ass barchie season.

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i think we all need to talk more about how in city of fallen angels clary had a pink cell phone. that was a nothing detail i just think about it a lot and i didn’t know what else to say here.

[trustchase]

Jeffrey toobin zoom video cnn

#Jeffrey toobin zoom video cnn movie

#Jeffrey toobin zoom video cnn code

An additional thrill to do this during a work meeting. Because, for men like him, there is an additional thrill in masturbating when people might catch you. HOW is that not sexual harassment of the highest magnitude? Consider this question: WHY did he choose to masturbate DURING the meeting?” Man (with fame, clout, authority) in work meeting pulls out his dick and masturbates, thinking nobody will notice. He thought his camera & mic were off, but he knew he was in a work meeting,” she wrote. He was aware he was participating in a work meeting - this is not in dispute. “Jerking off DURING A WORK MEETING is deliberate. This thread by on Twitter explains the conundrum well. The issue here really is, why does a guy do this on a work call unless he likes the thrill of getting caught? It’s deviant any way you look at it. So was Harvey Weinstein, who was reported to have sprinkled his house plant in plain view of witnesses. was dragged for engaging in this same activity on phone calls with women. If MeToo has taught me anything it’s that consent matters and if a man exposes himself to anyone without their consent it’s akin to rape. That’s what we’re really talking about here.

#Jeffrey toobin zoom video cnn movie

Fox canceled plans for a movie based on the book after Hearst got through with Toobin.Īnd now Toobin wants the world to accept that he made a “mistake” and “accidentally” sexually harassed everyone in a Zoom call. He’s also already well-known for running afoul of the #MeToo crowd when Patty Hearst blasted him for sensationalizing her rape in his book American Heiress in 2018. Toobin is rabidly anti-Trump as any famous journalist must be. Will you shut up, man? October 20, 2020 I've been working at home for 3 years and an "honest mistake" is farting without hitting the mute button or standing up and everyone seeing your Spiderman pajama pants.

#Jeffrey toobin zoom video cnn code

How does he expect us to believe he did not check this before deciding to whip out wee Willie? And worse, why is that a good excuse for flogging the dolphin during a work call? Do we need congressional intervention to tell us that being an Army of One on a Zoom call is the wrong thing to do? Do we need a new criminal code for 2020 specifying that hoisting your own petard while attending a conference call is offensive to others? It’s sad that humans can’t just self-police. “Other people will weigh in about whether it was appropriate for them to get rid of me, and of CNN to keep me.He claims he thought he had “muted the video” but left it on “accidentally.” But that’s not believable, because when turning the camera off on Zoom, there is an avatar where the video used to be. I assume, I hope, they will be at least mixed,” Toobin said of the reaction to his return to CNN. “Look, I live in the world, I know social media, what the reactions are likely to be. “This was not the straw that broke the camel’s back this was the only incident.” … I thought this punishment was excessive, but that is why they don’t ask the criminal to be the judge in his own case.” He added that he was “incredibly grateful” to CNN for bringing him back.Ĭamerota also asked Toobin about the investigation that led to his firing: “They looked at my entire career at The New Yorker and found that there had been no complaints about me, no issues,” Toobin said. “Above all, I am sorry to my wife and family, I am sorry to everyone on the Zoom call, I am sorry to my former colleagues at The New Yorker, I am sorry to my current and fortunately still colleagues at CNN, and I am sorry to everyone who read my work and watched me on CNN and thought I was a better person than this,” Toobin added.Īsked about his departure from the venerable publication, Toobin said, “I loved The New Yorker, I loved working there. Bernard Shaw, CNN's First Chief News Anchor, Dies at 82

[bluexiao]

#losing you is like losing myself.

—where they watched you die because of them

CHARACTERS. Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Zhongli; gn!reader

THEMES. pure, undeniable angst. major character death (it’s a given).

WARNINGS. mentions of violence (no heavy gore). mentions of story spoilers for all of them, basically. bring tissues:) venti’s scenario looks much like fr a spiderman movie

part 1: An Unfortunate Witness- Albedo, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao

CHILDE has always known danger followed him anywhere, but he didn’t realize it would affect you as well, not until it was all too late, that is.

“We didn’t know a harbinger could be this weak.” a stick jabs him on the chest as he glares at the men in front of him, their identities unknown but he was committing himself to memorize their faces and voices, commanding himself to never forget. They’ll surely pay for what they’ve done not only to him but also to you.

His eyes glance over at your form, seemingly lifeless on the ground.

“Don’t bother,” the man chuckles, noticing his gaze. “-they’re dead!”

The words rang in his mind, almost like a chant, repeating in every beat of his mind.

You’re… dead?

Nobody spoke about the frenzied state the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger savagely and brutally used his Delusion amongst the attackers of him and his lover the night they were merely having their regular night stroll all-around Liyue, nor how he had kneeled near your body that night, unable to speak or let you go. Nobody spoke about how he spoke to your empty shell of a body until sunrise and insisted on being the one to bury you, never leaving your sight until you were deep under the land of Teyvat, reuniting with nature as if it was your old friend.

You had always loved nature, he could recall.

And he’s so envious of how it tore you apart from him, no matter how much he tried protecting one of the people whom he considered as his family.

He talks and laughs each day, but nobody knows how behind each smile he had, he was still a broken soul with a broken heart ever since the day he lost you.

DILUC was too weak… yet again.

He was a Pyro vision user, what use was he when against the same element he carries? Brute force alone seemed unlikely, not when he has you beside him. How could he have protected you more when he was too anxious to let his guard down?

He curses to himself and it seems to have caught your attention, raising your hand and caressing his injured face. Both of you obtained injuries, but you took more damage than him since the Fatui agent seems to have targeted you, a mere non-Vision holder civilian, much more than him. He was able to take down the agent, but it seems to be futile still.

“You have to leave me here… so you can treat yourself.” you weakly say, eyes attempting to flutter close, and he wished he could look into them much longer, now that he knew what was going to happen. He knows—of course, he does. This happened before, it almost seems like a memory to him. Only, it was you, not his father.

“No…” he holds your hand and he wishes he could take off his glove so he could directly feel your skin while it was warm, to remember as much as he could before he couldn’t. “I want to stay… just a little bit longer. I could stay.”

You smile with the best you could, he could tell. And when you voluntarily close his eyes and sigh, his heart starts beating fast. “I’m glad… the last thing I would be able… to remember… is you, my love.” a tear falls from your eyes, and as if on impulse, he does the same.

“Y/n?” he calls your name, “Love?” he stutters, and no response still. With wide eyes and a staggering breath, tears fell down his eyes without stopping.

He was too weak yet again.

KAEYA wasn’t able to tell you his feelings.

For countless times, of course, he tried. Not a single day had he thought about his confession to you, to find that perfect that where he was sure that he was ready to be bare, to not hide anything from you anymore. He trusts you more than anyone else in his life, but of course, every good thing must come to an end.

He lost you before he could even say anything.

What hurt more was that you had lived all those years with the same feelings, one that he had dragged on for so long, and all you needed was his confirmation, his answer for your loving stares and caring gestures.

He made a mistake.

“Y/n? Are you alright? Hey…” he breaths heavily as he attempts to smile at you when he sees you flutter your eyes open, pulling your body on his lap as he places your head by his chest and shoulders, softly shaking you awake. “Can you stand? Let’s go, we need to get you to the Cathedral, maybe we can also pass by Jean or-”

“I still love you,” you suddenly let out, voice weak, almost even like a whisper. Just as you did, he freezes in place, finding this situation very familiar. He knows this sight, he knows it very well. As a Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, this should not even be a surprise for him. You’re one of the knights, he shouldn’t be shocked.

“I still love you…” you repeated with unstable breath. “I just-I just want you to know that.”

He parts his lips but no words left his mouth as his breath stopped the moment you breathed your last.

“I love you too…” he whispers in your chest, head bowed down in defeat—of course, he was defeated, after all. You won again, and he regrets it.

He regrets it with all of his heart.

VENTI found himself through you and he didn’t know what to do in a world without you in it.

The day started harmlessly at first. After all, he is the god of the wind, what best does he do aside from manipulating the wind?

“Venti!” he was diving before he could even hear you shout, following your falling form as the wind slapped his face, his mind and heart racing. Why couldn’t he control his powers? Was this a result of losing his gnosis? Why must this happen this time?

His hand caught yours, thankfully, not before you could fall directly to the ground. He slowly landed and before he could even assist you to stand, you limply made him fall to the ground instead, his knees buckling and his eyes widening as he looked at your face.

“W-Windblume?” he stutters. “Are you-” his breath catches on his throat as he tries to wake you, lightly shaking you and even squeezing your palm with his free hand. However, he regretted it almost immediately when he feels no familiar and comforting beating of your pulse, to which he tried to frantically find again, thinking it might have been a mistake-

But he was right.

With the damp feeling that he was now feeling with his other arm that supported your neck, and the sight of your chest not falling up and down like usual, like any normal mortal would--or anyone alive would, actually.

It all happened so fast he could barely catch up. In a split second, the reason why the lonely and clueless god was able to find his true identity had suddenly vanished just as fast as how he first met you, or how he courted you only to know that you liked him too.

You were taken from him just as quick as he had gotten you.

It’s unfair, it’s so unfair.

How could he now lives in a world without you in it?

How?

ZHONGLI had been through many lifetimes, but he will surely never forget this one, not when you lived with him despite it all.

The former Geo Archon, the undefeatable god at the ancient times, the all-powerful Morax that has lived throughout these years. Surely anyone beside him would be able to feel secure, safe, guarded. There is no possible way you would be harmed if you were the lover of such a god like him.

But… he was not a god, not anymore.

He thought having to live with you was fine, that giving up his title, his duties, his everything; they would all be enough to keep you safe, to be with you for the rest of your life, and maybe even his. Because really, he did this all just to be with you, to live with you peacefully; to raise a family with you, to build a house with you, to drink tea with you every afternoon, to share secrets with you at night and whisper “I love you” before going to the dream world, to share the morning with you.

Alas, seemingly as if Celestia had cast their punishment towards him, doom followed him like he was its god, only to bring a disaster that he never could have predicted to befall upon him.

“They’re in a coma, at this point, we could do nothing else but to wait. However, this may sound displeasing, but I don’t think they would ever wake, Mr. Zhongli.” Baizhu says in the background and he could only hear it, slowly getting through in his mind, taking his time to absorb the information in, all the while clinging into your hand in which was held by both of his as if silently begging you to open your eyes and prove everyone wrong. His rationality told him to let go, but a stubborn part of him doesn’t want to, not now, not ever.

He changed his life for you… and how could you go before he could even enjoy the ways of mortals like you? Was this all a mistake? If he didn’t have loved you, maybe this wouldn’t have happened, maybe you would have still been alive.

A cry rings in his ears and he perks up, realization dawning to him as he turns to his side and lets go of your hands, gently placing them on the bed before he lets the nurse handed him the infant, one that he and you both knew so well—it was your child, of course. Your only child, with him.

Living for him is a blessing, but he could also admit it as a curse.

“Please let them rest,” he says, specifically to Baizhu. “You can talk to Hu Tao about the preparations… just… I don’t want them to suffer anymore.”

With a press of a soft kiss on your forehead and your lips, he tore his eyes away, his heart breaking in two as he hears the shuffling of the nurses around the room, unhooking your body from any inkling of support for life. It doesn’t matter anyway. He knew you were gone the moment you and he arrived in Liyue for help, or when he last saw you, mouthing the words “I love you” to him before the doors closed.

He turns to you again, your child still in his arms as he leans again, muttering the same words he does every single night before you two fall asleep before he turns one final time and walk away.

He’s always the last one standing, and he wonders if it’s a curse or a blessing.

NOTES. omg are you guys still alive? no pun intended. but really, does it hurt as much as i wrote this one? bc i’m seriously almost close to clenching my heart out and just—wait before anything, read venti’s again. for anyone who watched spiderman 2 was it? do you find it familiar? that’s how i envisioned it was anyway. zhongli’s scenario is pretty angsty above everyone else’s imo. notice how i didn’t really specify if reader died of childbirth or an attack?:))) what do you think of this one? also, which prt do you find more angsty? this or the first part??