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Fire and Ice

My contribution to the art/fic trade with @orangekittyenergy - Tav's can be very personal, so I'm praying that this is okay. I really enjoyed this and let it all just go where it needed which probably explains the length written in the last few hours... I like writing, it's productive daydreaming.

Word Count - 3339 words - Angst/Comfort, happy ending

Fawn cursed the depth of the wizard’s chest as they squeezed into the alleyway, her half-elf body forced so closed to him she could feel the tensed pectoral muscles against her own slight frame. He’d gone to talk only for her to place her palm against his mouth, her eyes a glaring signal that now was not the time for a lecture on the making of deals you did not plan to keep.

The Zhentarim mercenary ran past, his footsteps heavy on the sundried cobbles of the city streets. Baldur’s Gate was no longer their potential turf, all because of the involvement of a group of meddling adventurers. She’d known what was going to happen, her dealings with them all those years ago not allowing her the true freedom she desired, but after all this time, after Gale’s belief that she was a noble person, she couldn’t go back into negotiations with them. Her brother would be disappointed, but this was for the best and maybe, with luck, one day she could save him from them as well.

She felt the moistened heat of Gale’s breath upon her hand, his eyes growing impatient, his own hands fidgety around her waist. They crept around to the base of her back, pulling her in a little closer, and she felt the effects their perilous situation was having on her wanting companion. He’d once read a book, he’d explained, and she’d believed him wholeheartedly after that night, what the effects of danger had on desire. What had once been her quiet, well-spoken wizard had become as unrestrained as the magical energies at her own command.

Her hand lowered from his mouth as the danger passed, a hunger in her own eyes spurred by the closeness of his physique. The sweat from his brow brought strands of hair to stick, his sandalwood scent merged with her own, his lips would taste of the morning’s fresh bread.

“Fuckin’ magic users. They’ve probably gone and cast some invisibility or some other bullshit.” “Yeah, but they can’t have got too far. You check the sewers; I’ll try the park.” “Why do I get the sewers?” “Because you already smell like shit. Quite complaining.”

The elf listened as the two mercenaries parted ways, leaving her and Gale with the chance to escape. Her shoulders wanted to relax, but the playful smirk of the wizard, the hand that gripped her hip a little too tightly, would not allow her the possibility. “Gale… We both know this isn’t the right time.”

He brought his face to her neck; heated breaths merged with soft kisses. “Maybe, but how many more opportunities will we get like this?”

She sighed at his words. She knew he was right, as usual. The upcoming battles would grow more difficult: Orin, Gortash, The Netherbrain. There were so many that one or both of them might not come back from, so many moments where they could be torn apart from one another, where she could lose him, as she had so many others before. His fervent kisses became more eager the longer she took to resist. His tongue ran up the arch of her neck, her hips pushing instinctively into his within the confines of the shadowed alleyway, her hands beginning their own dance trapped between their compressed bodies.

“Oh shit, sorry.” A child stumbled upon them, trying to use the alleyway as a shortcut home.

Fawn tensed and used the momentary distraction to pull herself from Gale’s grasp, her heartbeat raised, her own sweat beading under her russet tones, joining the scarred line across her eye. She slid herself from his hands, out from under the shaded canopy of the buildings and into the stifling city sun. The child gave a small laugh and squeezed past Gale with ease, running down the alley to their unknown destination.

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He tensed up, running his hands down his robes, a combination of patting off the dust from the brick wall behind him and making himself look like the presentable magic user he was and not the desperate sack of physical urges she always turned him into. He patted his side once, twice, before looking down. “The child has pilfered my gold pouch…”

She chuckled at his misfortune. “Yeah, they’ll do that if you’re not paying attention. You need to keep your wits up about you. Try to focus on less pressing matters.”

Her playful smile did not go unnoticed as he emerged into the sunlight, his lips moistened from yearned kisses, cheeks blushed as Elverquisst. He didn’t know what it was about her that drove him to these uncharacteristic moments of insanity. He’d suspected it was the Weave coursing through her veins, binding the two of them together, trying to entwine as it naturally would, or maybe it was the way her glance always saw through him. Ever since the portal incident, it was as if she’d read him like he was one of the simplest tomes known to man, and he’d happily let her trace her fingers over every weathered page.

He sighed, knowing there was little point in chasing the urchin. A few measly gold to him would mean a week’s worth of food for the child, most likely a refugee of the city, or one of the many orphans growing up into a world of thievery and the Guild’s politics. Taking Fawn’s delicate hand into his own, he stepped forward. He saw the gentle dusting of ash, the crackling of a lightning bolt leaving its reminder on her ivory skin, and he ran his thumb over it, revealing the beauty that lay beneath. He made a note to place a kiss there later in the evening, a starting point of the map he planned to use on an awaited exploration of mounds and crevices.

As they walked through the streets back to camp, their attentions split between each other and the potential lookouts trying to find them, Gale spoke. “A friend of the family… I always was curious why Roah said that to you.”

The half-elf lifted her hazel eyes to him, and he could see the calculations going on, the wall she kept up so readily now being further supported with a cold distance. “That’s just the phrase the Zhentarim use. She meant nothing by it.” Her voice wavered a little, an uncertainty in the strength of her lie, and he felt her pace quicken a little as if she were trying to escape the situation she found herself in.

“My love, I know there have been many a moment my propensity to read into behaviours has led to disorder, but I cannot help but notice your aversion to this line of questioning.”

“You wizards…” She sighed deeply, releasing his hand as she walked further ahead of him.

He stopped for a moment, trying to register her words. Again, this would be the argument of the evening, as it had been a few times before when things became uncomfortable for her. She would claim that all wizards were too curious for their own good, that their unnatural abilities with magic are what lead them to unbridled ambition. Once, she had stumbled over her words and inadvertently blamed him for his own folly, and only once had he blamed her reckless use of magic for the reason she had no loved ones to speak of. This was not the way he wanted things to continue going.

“Fawn, wait.” He took a few quick steps forward and kept pace with her, trying to quench the rising flames as quickly as he could. “You know I meant no harm with my line of reasoning. I simply wish to understand why the Zhentarim have turned on us as ardently as they appear to have.”

“And you expect me to know? As if I’m some omnipotent goddess watching over all?”

He shook his head at her words. Clearly, time would be the best solution to remedy the matter at hand. He considered his options: continue with her in stony silence, or take a different route, allowing them both the chance to clear their heads. There was little distance until the campsite and the risk of being captured was practically zero now that they were out of the busy city streets. “You make it very clear sometimes that you are not a goddess. I apologise for my blind devotion.” His words hurt as he spoke them, too final, too reminiscent of words he had wanted to utter during his year alone.

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Fawn watched as he turned from her, his footsteps growing quieter as he took the eastern path from her. She wanted to run after him, to apologise and explain everything, but it had always been easier to push those around her away. To protect them and herself. She thought of her brother when she was a young girl, how he had left the first moment he could. She hadn’t understood fully at the time, but as she grew and trained under their father, it became clearer. Their mother was gone, leaving nothing but ex-military routine and training, her sorcerer blood a disappointment in her father’s cold eyes.

She walked the path to camp alone, knowing she had been wrong to speak as she had done. She longed to be back in that alleyway, lustfully bound to Gale, his body pressed against hers, and only the present moment existing between them. No tragic pasts, no doomed futures. The tents fell into view with the setting of the sun, shadows extending like creeping tendrils. She was thankful that they grew no further than permitted; the Shadowlands finally resolved of its dreadful curse that took so many lives.

Gale sat outside his tent, a book in hand, the pages turning with a little more agitation than either of them liked. Soon he would begin to cook, and with it, calm down enough for her to approach him, restarting the cycle of their relationship once again. She thought not of the future, instead finding comfort in the recent past, of Moonrise Towers, and royal blue sheets beneath her, of words of love and comfort.

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He saw her come back to camp, her quick glance placed over him, but he refused to lift his head to her. He was angry, though he was unsure at which of them it was directed at. She had yet again pushed him away, but again he had questioned her motives rather than trusting her. Fawn had believed him from the start of his history with Mystra and the orb. She’d granted magic items without reservation, had held his hand softly as the pain had been too much for him, and then there had been Moonrise; a night that he believed would be his last. Long before that starlit evening he had realised his love for her, but it was only then that he had summoned the courage to admit it to her, and she had replied in kind. From that night he’d given her everything he could of himself, his honesty, love, body. If she requested it, he would happily give his life for her.

Now though she departed for her tent, an armour put up that he was unsure he could break through. He moved to the campfire, his hands mindlessly preparing the evening meal, his eyes watching the flickering flames that danced over the firewood. Gale sat alone for some time; his mind lost in thoughts of how he could remedy the situation. The pot boiled away, the savoury broth releasing the homely aroma into the air. His shoulders relaxed and his jaw unclenched from its involuntary position.

Quietly placing herself beside him, he noticed Fawn lift the wooden spoon and stir. “Smells nice,” she said softly, testing the waters of conversation.

“Well, I always strive for the best. In both magic and cooking.”

The silence hung heavily around them, neither knowing what to say nor how to apologise, if they should apologise.

Fawn brought the spoon to her lips, giving the broth a silenced blow before taking it into her reddened lips. “It tastes nice, too. Could use a little salt, though.”

“Always the food critic, never the cook.” He smirked at her, trying to ignore the pleasure he felt on seeing her tongue licking at the tip of the wooden spoon. Easily distracted by the movements, the cookery, and her presence, he found it difficult to focus on the matters he wanted to discuss with her. He coughed nervously, bringing himself back on track. “Are we going to discuss earlier or refrain from the topic altogether?”

She shuffled awkwardly, placing the utensil back in the pot sharply. “And say what, Gale? That again, you have sought answers for questions you yourself have made?”

“I seek answers to the secrets you hide from me.” His voice came out more exasperated than he wished, and he took the momentary silence to compose himself. “When I was a young wizard, and not the fallen Chosen you witness before you, I had a Drow elf as a… Well, a close friend. She would often chastise me similarly to how you do and always strived to do better than me, as if it was a competition.” He took a pinch of salt and added it to the cooking pot that lay between them both. “She often spoke of khaless, trust, but especially misplaced or foolish trust; something she saw in me so often as I worked to become the best I could be. And she was right in what she observed. I do trust too easily, and I certainly love far easier and with more of my heart than is wise.”

He hoped she understood his words, his long-winded explanation, an apology for who he was as a person, for the pressure he placed on her simply by being honest with her. He watched as she exhaled; her gaze focussing softly on him. He was unsure where this conversation would lead, but the balance needed to be disrupted. He had given all, and now it was her turn.

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Fawn knew she had pushed and pushed, but it had now gone too far. Emotionally closed off was the term her brother had used in mockery so many years ago. She may have struggled to wield a sword as much as father had wished, but she had mastered the concept of psychological warfare. “Do not share yourself or else they see your weakness. Do not let your mental guard down or your heart be pierced.”

Gale spoke, and she listened. Together they had been as fire and ice and slowly her heart had begun to melt. “We have a similar word in Elvish, kessuk. It translates to stupid,” she said, trying to hold on to her walls so desperately.

Gale gave an awkward chuckle. “Maybe it is that which she was truly insinuating.” He lowered his head, the heart of the subject now approaching. “I suppose what I poorly attempt to articulate to you is that maybe I have been kessuk, as you so bluntly put it.”

Her mouth fell open at his words, the belief that he was in the wrong almost an insult which hurt her. “No. No. How can you even think that?”

“My dear, I love you and you know I would offer my love to you for a thousand more nights to come should the opportunity unveil itself, but, and I say this with nothing but the starlight of my heart that shines for you, I do not know how much more I can give. There are times I feel you may not be on the same proverbial page as me, and in some lonelier moments, even in the same book.”

Her heart broke at his words; that this was possibly the end for them, now nothing but starlit nights fading to dawn, of darkened alleys bathed in sunlight. “But…” The tears built up in her eyes and she looked away before Gale could see her weakness.

His voice was soft as he spoke, not demands but innocent questions that she couldn’t ignore. “This is what I speak of, Fawn. You shut me out, all of us. What will it take for me to see the heart that has beaten in tandem with mine? To feel the selfless love that I know is buried deep beneath the surface.”

Her hands sat in her lap, struggling to find a place of rest. The sorcerer rarely felt fear in the face of danger, had stood against the gods and their orders, but at this moment she felt vulnerable, as if Gale was seeing every crack in her armour as clearly as the scar on her face. “I left Baldur’s Gate before things got too bad, but until then, I was in a rough situation.”

She went on for some time telling him of her childhood, of the mother she never knew and the father who couldn’t accept what she was, of her brother who introduced her to the Zhentarim and the odd jobs she unknowingly did for them before understanding who they truly were. She spoke of Roah and their passing acquaintance, of how she had left the city and begun to build a life of her own, wielding her magic that flowed so naturally. As her tale continued, Gale grew closer to her, his hand resting on hers, a weight that brought her calm. The fire dimmed, and the food cooled, but every secret was told, every emotion bared for him to see and reject if he so wished.

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He looked at her with sympathy, understanding all too well how a childhood under a soldier could be; training schedules and emotions hidden being the law of the home. Their lives had run similar paths at the beginning, but turned out differently. Both, though, had been ones of loneliness and finding their own way. Whilst hers had been one of potential crime, his had been of isolated study. He had grown to love too easily; she struggled to love. His magic had led him into the arms of a goddess; hers had driven her away from the arms of her father.

As she fell quiet, he knew there was little he could say. All questions had been answered, and the truth finally revealed to him. The woman who sat in front of him glowed brighter than she ever had. Under the mask had been revealed a strength and reliance that only made him love her more. He brought his arms around her and pulled her in close, no longer lustful hands of trailing desire yearning for her, but a desperate need to protect her and love her as she was in that moment. He felt her warm breath on his chest, smelt the floral aroma as he nestled his face in her hair.

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A small part of her felt exhausted, as if she had endured a battle and emerged from the rubble battered and bruised. His arms around her felt like a home she had never had, a safety and connection with another person she had only ever dreamt of. He’d listened to her, accepted the past she had run from and now still embraced her as fondly, if not more so. She lifted her head to his, her soft lips brushing up against his, wanting in her eyes to give him everything, to no longer hold back from him in any aspect of their relationship. “I love you, Gale.”

His hands drifted up her back as their lips met, as the stars shone just for them, and time halted its ever-journeying march. For a thousand nights more, they would share in moments like this, some frantic and passionate in darkened alleyways, some in the desperate eagerness of sun-drenched fields, others more leisurely from the sanctuary of Gale’s tower as the rains fell from the heavens. A thousand more nights of a future together; Gale and Fawn burning with starlight as one.

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hearted-anon · 1 day

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Hello, how are you?💗 I just wanted to know if you could do a Lee Hyunjin and Ler Han

P.D. May Hyunjin suffer😈

In honour of the poll, I decided to write the loser instead of the winner.

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Words: 2360

Note: New style because mobile

T/w: Angst, bondage, rough tickling

Lee: Rap better

Ler: Dance better

Jisung could only describe what he was feeling as empty. His warm exterior dimmed to a cold, unstable interior as he closed the door to his room with a shaky breath. His knees sunk to the floor, feeling the decreasing temperature prick at him for his actions. His throat was completely dry, his eyes unrelenting without tears no matter how much he tried to let it out, crashing onto the floor with a heart that was wrecked with guilt.

“You’re nothing but a visual Hyunjin, face it already!” Han could distinctly remember the tense silence that followed, played back in his mind like a broken record that he desperately wanted to stop. The way Hyunjin’s eyes widened, covering up the pieces that were shattering beneath the scowl he had. He could even remember how a single tear fell from his eye after storming off, how Hyunjin didn’t even utter a word of response; he knew he had cut deep into a once healed wound. What he didn’t recall was what the fight was about, other than the fact he had completely torn his hyung’s heart into pieces.

“Ji? Open the door please.” The authoritative command from his leader rang shrill into his ears, a demand in tone but comforting to his pained body. Stumbling for the door, he swung it open lazily, refusing to meet eyes with the older. However, Chan was having none of it, pulling him back by his shoulders and forcing Jisung to meet his gaze. Eyes that were strict, disappointed and worried all at the same time struck through him, instantly bringing tears to his eyes. It felt wrong to cry, did it not? He had caused the damage, yet the waterworks were starting up for him, what about Hyunjin?

“You know what you’ve done, right? How badly you’ve hurt Hyunjin?” Chan whispered, not wanting to worsen the situation than it already has. Every second that passed cut deeper into Jisung’s already sunken heart, imagining what Hyunjin was doing. He couldn’t help but cry, couldn’t help but let himself feel the wrong that weighed heavy on his shoulders. The older pulled him into a comforting embrace, he can’t stand to see them all so upset. Cradling a hand through the younger’s hair, he felt his shirt stained with tears as broken sobs rang throughout the room, a trembling Han clinging onto him for dear life.

“I-I’m sorry…so sorry…” The ace repeated himself shakily, despite knowing that Chan wasn’t the person he should be apologising to. Rubbing soothing circles onto the younger’s back, the leader tried his very best to calm the roaring cries that came from the ace, all to no avail as his breakdown only came back stronger; thinking that Hyunjin was left all alone without comfort. The older could barely even move Jisung an inch off his shoulder, pathetic cries that rang throughout the room echoed loudly.

“If you wanna apologise, I could bring you to Hyunjin’s room…” Chan had never seen Han’s eyes light up so fast, instantly lifting his head from Chris’s now soaked shoulder. An eager nod came from the younger, glistening and pleading eyes that no one could ever resist following behind.

And that was how he ended up at Hyunjin’s front door to his room.

“H-Hyung?” Jisung’s voice echoed through the seemingly empty room of the artist that once resided, now dark and gloomy without a splash of colour in sight. The blinds were pulled down completely, making Han frown in the obvious poor state his room was in. Just then, he heard the sheets of the bed loudly ruffling, a shadowy figure of a ferret in plain sight.

“What, I know what I am, you going to rub in some more?” Hyunjin hissed from the bed, even from afar the younger could feel the daggers that stabbed into his heart from the glare he was sent. It pained his heart that throbbed when Hyunjin clearly thought that Jisung was here to rub salt into his open wound, but he couldn’t say there was wrong in what he thought; that made it hurt even more than it should’ve, didn’t it? A lump in Han’s throat formed as he contemplated what to do, he didn’t want to risk scaring Hyunjin away or making him aggressive, his heart sank in guilt in the quiet aircon that fulfilled his shameful expression in the darkness.

“Please, can we talk?” If he was allowed to, he’d go right on his hands and knees onto burning coal if it meant he would be given the chance to speak, feeling tears already welling back into his eyes; curse his stupid emotions tugging at his heartstrings, he felt so pathetic. Under Hyunjin’s gaze he was small, nothing but his prey and he knew that, the towering height difference noticeable as the older inhaled deeply, the fresh scent of his paints intoxicating him with its fumes. It was a battle between heaven and its oceans, a storming rage within the waves that the ones above couldn’t soothe, and he knew it well. However, the waves crashed calmly into the ocean, seeing the heaven’s frail wings that failed to flutter, inviting Jisung to sit next to him on the bed.

“Spit it out quickly if it’s something to insult me.” Hyunjin sighed, dropping his head into his elbows in defeat, knowing that he couldn’t resist the quokka’s charm. Jisung couldn’t believe what he was hearing from the artist, the fact that his first impression was thinking that he had come back just to pour more gasoline into the fire made his heart sting, but he knew he couldn’t blame the older, remembering their history. With tears once again falling from his face like a never ending waterfall, he pulled the ferret in for what felt like the tightest hug he ever gave, apologies tumbling from his mouth faster than the older could comprehend.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, not expecting the sudden action as his hands froze in place, so did his entire body. He knew that Jisung’s lachrymose tears were dripping in guilt, but yet he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, his throat had run dry for words. Eventually as he swallowed his grudge, he pulled the younger in for a hug silently, his eyes brimming with tears as well as he embraced his own fear. It felt wrong, their puerile silence that lingered instead of talking things out, but it felt better than anything else. The seas had calmed their waves, now becoming calm tides that brushed against the shore gently as their pounding hearts came to a slow.

“Please, can I do something to make it up to you?” A breathless whisper caressed Hyunjin’s ear, desperate for forgiveness as he was, the older felt himself sigh at Jisung’s plan. He knew that Han’s ways of comfort were so fatuous it was rare he ever agreed, but seeing the puppy eyes he was being flashed with he couldn’t help but agree. Like a child who had gotten the present they wanted for Christmas, Jisung’s smile popped right back up, glistening eyes crinkling as he set his plan into action at last.

Now laying on his back against the cool sheets of his bed, he felt his arms being pulled up gently by the younger, tied against the bed frame with a leftover sweater that he was using to wipe his tears; too upset previously to even go outside to grab any tissue. Although the process was quite simple, the older felt himself being pestered with questions of concern from the younger every few seconds, puffed cheeks that were trying to ensure that Hyunjin was comfortable with everything; it was cute as much as annoying at times.

“What are we doing- HEHEY!” The ferret tried to question before fingers were rapidly squeezing his sides, blanking his thoughts out with a harsh crash as he squealed. The quokka immediately retracted his hands, a shy smile peeking upward at him as if he was innocent, earning a glare in his direction. Hesitantly, Jisung placed his trembling hands back onto Hyunjin’s sides, looking at him tentatively as his eyes sparkled under the dim lighting. With a lump in his throat, he knew what was happening, falling under the rapper’s charm was nothing new to him, nodding his head slowly in giving permission to proceed.

“You’re more than just a visual. And I’ll show it to you.” Hands slipped under his tank top onto his bare stomach, the ferret squeaking as nails scribbled and scratched the surface gently. Sweet giggles began to pour out from his mouth like a melody that soothed the younger’s ears, keeping up with the delicate touch as he leaned down to coo at the reddening cheeks he saw on the taller.

“Aren’t you just so cute? You see these muscles, hard work from all the dancing you do yea?” Jisung mumbled, squeezing his sides once harshly to earn a sharp shriek from Hyunjin before travelling to his ribs, tapping at the bones teasingly. The ferret giggled in giddy anticipation, shaking his head in a fruitless attempt to stop Jisung from his determination to tickle the older into pieces.

“Ji plehehease don’t! I-I’m behehegging- AHAHAH!” Hyunjin tried his very best to persuade Han not to go to town on his very hypersensitive body, even throwing in a nickname to sweeten the deal. But it was all in vain, narrowing eyes locking onto him like a target before fingers dug into his ribs aggressively, pressing into the flesh between the bones as they went up and down like an accordion. A shrill shriek was let out into the artist’s room before he bursted into high pitched laughter, digging his heels into the bed as he begged for release.

“Look at that laugh! It’s so precious, don’t ya think~? How about we give those vocals some more appreciation!” Jisung exclaimed enthusiastically, earning quite the objection from under him. Deep down, the younger couldn’t help but still feel the weight of his guilt pulling him down at the look of the older’s smiley expression, one that he himself had previously ruined. And now he was definitely going to put it back together.

“ARGHAHAHA! NOHO NO NO! JISUNG PLEHEHEASE!” The taller begged hopelessly, practically screaming his lungs out when the moment his eyes managed to get a peek through his boisterous laughter was met with the sight of Jisung’s head lowering towards his stomach. He twisted, pulled at the sweater, kicked out his legs on his plush bed, nothing worked to avoid the pair of soft lips that were about to descend onto his poor stomach. The shorter simply shot him a cheeky smile, diving his head under Hyunjin’s shirt before simply placing his lips there. No action, no breathing, just…living there; it got a scream from the older regardless.

“P-Please! Sungie h-have mercy!” The ferret whimpered as the fingers too, came to a slow stop, settling for drumming a rhythm onto his bare sides gently, teasingly to rile his nerves up, cruel. Even if Han couldn’t see it, he could practically feel the nervous gaze that bore through his soul as his warm breath grazed the older’s stomach, waiting like a predator about to pounce onto their prey. The muscles under him twitched and quivered in anticipation, soft giggles spilling from Hyunjin, the anxiety in him was not at all repressible with the delicate touches on his smooth skin.

“Who’s the cutest dancer? Who has a great English accent?” Jisung cooed, nuzzling his head into Jinnie’s stomach like he would with a baby. The silky hair that brushed along his stomach along with the stiff stubble that Jisung was adamant on not shaving, due to recording schedules being held back for break along his waist was too much overwhelming, Hyunjin letting out the loudest squeal he could muster before hollering with cackles, shaking his head rapidly from the sensations that quickly spread throughout his body.

“NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAN’T! I CAHA- EEHAHAHAHA!” Hyunjin babbled mindlessly through his booming hysterics, words barely coherent anymore with the laughter that didn’t fail to interrupt him. It didn’t help when pesky fingers came to his hips, grabbing the bones aggressively before kneading it like pizza dough, sending the older into another frenzy. He felt Jisung take in a short breath, still writhing from the fingers that were dipped into his hollows like glue.

“I said, who’s the cutest dancer with the cute english accent?” The quokka repeated sternly, blowing another long and buzzing raspberry onto Hyunjin’s belly, earning another scream. He slammed his back against the bed, squirmed as much as he could, almost feeling the sweater tear a string or two from the sheer strength he was pulling at.

“MEHEHEHE! P-PLEASE I CAHAHAN’T!” The taller shrieked, followed by lots of repetitions of the word ‘me’, tears of mirth welling up in his eyes fairly quicker than Jisung thought, mentally noting to tell the older to get a thicker shirt. With reddened cheeks that spread to his ears and neck, tears that stained the pillows and a sweater that was pleading to break, Han let up with a soft smile, watching the mess he’s created of the older.

“Ahaha..ehehe..s-so ticklish..” Hyunjin snickered breathlessly, unable to help but stammer as his arms twitched from being untied, falling to his sides like jelly. Pulling himself out of the older’s shirt, the quokka climbed onto the ferret for a warm cuddle, arms wrapping around his waist as his head struggled to snuggle into the taller’s shoulder, earning a warm chuckle. Feeling his cheeks die down of their cherry red colour, he turned to face the younger with a wide smile of gratitude, silently intertwining their fingers in an unshared moment of tranquillity. They both knew no words needed to be shared, insecurities and guilt lifting off their shoulders at last as their eyes closed for slumber.

The next morning, lots of singing and feet tapping onto the wooden floor were heard, the duo finally having a peace of mind knowing that they will never feel as insecure with each other when they had found their puzzle piece; themselves.

#..?#skz tickle #stray kids tickle #kpop tickle #lee Hyunjin #ler Han #ler Jisung #Rap better #dance better #lol #sorry y’all

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scekrex · 2 days

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well!!!

I just read your Adam x Lucifer’s son fic and I loved it a lot more than I thought I would going in (that sounded really backhanded but I definitely don’t mean it that way 😭)

I was thinking of a part 2 that takes place literally just a few minutes after the 1st, Lucifer basically gave Adam a few… let’s say corrective love taps. And now the reader is patching up his now bruised face. Reader try’s to make Adam feel better by complimenting him and flirting with him. (I know damn well Adam is such a hoe for genuine affection like-)

Cut to Lucifer sitting across the room eyeing you both, now realizing that his son is in love with THE FIRST MAN and Adam is ALSO in love with his son. To put it simply, he is kinda freaking out. He now refuses to leave them alone together for the rest of the day, and also the unseeable future! He starts listing the reasons why the Reader should very much not being dating Adam. (Would be funny if he also mentioned the age gap as if he didn’t date a newly born woman as a who knows how old Angel LMAO) And Adam is like “Bitch, I’m am literally right the fuck here.”

Lucifer is just really activating his overprotective dad mode. That is… until Charlie really needs his help with something for the hotel. He eventually (albeit reluctantly) agrees to leave to help because he thinks “I’ll be quick, it’s just what? 5 minutes? And I’ll be in the room just a few doors down!”

He leaves and Adam, who for some motherfucking reason, can’t stop thinking about all the things Lucifer said to you about him and starts thinking ‘Maybe he’s right’ and starts just getting in his head about it

Reader finishes up patching his face and can tell he’s thinking about what Luci said. He reassures him that he loves no one else but Adam and that what his dad thinks is irrelevant. Reader gives Adam a kiss before asking. “Anyways, you ready to go?”

“The fuck you mean? Go where?

“I mean… how else are we going to finish what we started?”

And the was one of the first times the reader managed to make Adam flustered. Needless to say, Adam and the reader weren’t there when Lucifer returned. Much to Lucifer’s anger.

Nah man ur good, I wasn't the biggest fan at first too but y'know, it's kinda cute. Also u didn't specify anything about Reader and Adam having sex so I kept this SFW, my inbox is temporarily closed but if ya want a sequel that's basically just smut, lemme know once my inbox is open again!

Part 1

My lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you

“Was that really necessary, dad?” you grumbled as you pressed a ball of cotton against Adam’s lip - Adam’s bleeding lip. Lucifer hadn't been too fond of the view he had been greeted with when entering the room. The brunette’s bottom lip was split open, his nose was bleeding and his eye was slowly turning black again. Adam had just recovered from the stabbing injuries Niffty had caused and now he was covered in bleeding wounds once again. A thing that surely did surprise you and that you wanted to look deeper into once the situation was less tense, was the fact that Adam’s blood was still golden. His blood had remained pure and angelic and while you partly understood why, it did make you curious.

Adam hissed in pain as your fingers gently traced along his nose, checking if it was just bleeding or if it was broken - Adam was lucky because your father had actually managed to break the former angel’s nose.

Lucifer was sitting on an armchair across the room, watching the gentle touches his son offered Adam, he didn’t like that they got along and he hated that they seemed so in love, so all over each other. Lucifer knew Adam, well that wasn’t entirely true. Lucifer had known Adam once, back in Eden when everything had been so new and exciting for pretty much everybody. Back then Adam had been a kind and loving soul, but that soul was no longer comparable to the man that was sitting on his son’s bed, bleeding divine blood onto the covers while his son basically sat in Adam’s lap and took care of the injuries.

“Yes, it was necessary, someone needed to teach him a lesson,” Lucifer answered your question, sounding quite bitter. And partly you were able to understand your father, he had history with Adam - history that did not end well at all but the man whose lap you were sitting on seemed almost innocent. You were very aware that Adam was the last person to describe as innocent and sweet though.

“My poor angel,” you hummed as you leaned in a little closer, carefully stopping the bleeding of Adam’s nose before inspecting the broken bone a little closer - it was nothing you couldn’t fix, that was for sure. It would heal just fine, it just needed time. With gentle hands you cupped Adam’s face and kissed his stubbled chin, causing the brunette to shiver lightly. Adam was not used to gentle touches, yes, he had been spending quite some time with you ever since his people had left him behind, but that didn’t mean he got used to affectionate touches like those you offered him - that didn’t mean he disliked them, quite the opposite was the case, he lived for your gentle touches and soft words. You somehow always found something to praise the brunette for.

Adam hummed in agreement, nodding his head lightly to underline the sound. “Don’t you worry, I’ll fix you up in no time,” you added, satisfied that there was no more blood dripping from Adam’s nose.

Lucifer growled from where he was sitting, not pleased with how close you were to Adam’s face - well, actually he wasn’t pleased that you were close to Adam at all. You shot your father a glare over the brunette’s shoulder. “You’re responsible for his injuries so shut up,” you hissed at the blonde king.

The king of Hell simply rolled his eyes at your words, “Yeah, well you shouldn’t be dating Adam - date whoever you want, I don’t care if they’re female, non-binary or male, just don’t date him.” Lucifer pointed towards Adam who seemed not very happy about how lowly Lucifer spoke about him. Sure, they had their issues with each other, but why was it such a big deal to the blonde that the first man and the prince of Hell had a thing for each other?

“Y’know, first of all he’s a maniac, he literally used to kill our people,” Lucifer started to list reasons why you should stay away from the brunette, you could only raise an eyebrow at your father, “Oh our people? The people you ignored for only God knows how long? Those people you’re supposed to rule but instead of doing so you simply let them rot?” You felt how the first man’s hands came to rest on your hips, gently patting them signaling you that he liked your answer. Lucifer huffed.

“Okay what about the fact that he’s manipulative and controlling?” The blonde king tried again, nodding his head towards Adam. “Dad,” you said, looking at Lucifer, you seemed quite unimpressed by his words, “Mom’s book is trash, Adam was told to keep Lilith on a leash, he was supposed to look out for her and stop her from being absolutely self destructive and reckless.”

The blonde king tried it yet again, his problem was not that Adam was a man, his problem was that Adam was Adam, “Okay but what about the age gap? He’s like so much older than you are, sweety,” you cringed at the nickname your father gave you and playfully slapped Adam’s chest as you felt a chuckle vibrating through his body. “Says the guy who fucked the first woman a couple days after her fucking creation,” Adam huffed, turning his head around to face Lucifer.

The short king was about to argue yet again, but Charlie interrupted him by opening the door without knocking, something that was very unlike her since she valued privacy. Your sister’s eyes watched you and Adam for a moment, she shot you a quick, reassuring smile before heading towards your father, who was still sitting in that stupid armchair, observing you and Adam like the both of you were little children.

“I’m sorry for bursting in without knocking,” Charlie apoligzed, sounding quite stressed about whatever was going on elsewhere in the hotel, it wasn’t that you cared all that much. Not when you were seated in Adam’s lap and Charlie was a great distraction for Lucifer’s sharp eyes. “Don’t sweat it, dollface,” Adam simply responded, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, “You’re not the fucking first, seems to be a fucking family issue you have there.” Your sister spun around in confusion, frowning at the first man who simply rested his chin on your head and grinned at her. “Uh… yeah… no, what I came here for is actually,” the blonde girl turned back towards the king of Hell, “Dad, I really need your help.”

Lucifer shook his head, nodding towards you and Adam, “I can't leave them alone sweety.” Charlie glanced over at how you were seated in Adam's lap, patching up the wounds your father had caused. The blonde girl sighed, then returned her attention to Lucifer who was still watching you and the brunette very closely. “It's urgent, Valentino-” at the name of the pimp Lucifer perked up, he knew Valentino meant no good and the fact that Charlie was mentioning him in context with the fact that she needed his help with something only made it worse in his eyes. “I think I can spare a few minutes to deal with Valentino,” Lucifer grumbled, not exactly happy leaving you with Adam, yet he knew his daughter wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

He got up from the armchair, twirled his cane and tapped it on the floor once it was right side up again. “Let's make this quick.”

You watched as your father and your sister left the room to deal with said Valentino problem. As soon as the door fell shut you stopped hiding the grin and looked up at Adam, who seemed to be thinking about something - most likely all the harsh words your father had said. A small sigh left you as you cupped Adam's face once again, looking deeply into struggling golden eyes. “Don't take his words to heart he's… a little overprotective when it comes to his youngest son,” you hummed at Adam, the grin on your lips turned into a soft smile as you caressed Adam's cheek with your thumb. “Besides, we have to get going before he comes back.”

The brunette frowned at your words, his concern about all the things Lucifer had said was replaced by confusion, “Get going? Where the fuck do you wanna go?” You glanced to the door, then back at Adam. The first man followed your eyes and the confusion cleared up rather quickly. “Somewhere where we can continue what we started without dad interrupting us.”

When Lucifer returned to your room only five minutes later the room was empty. Nothing had changed except for the fact that Adam was no longer sitting on your bed with you in his lap. Lucifer cursed under his breath and just as he was about to go seek for you and the first man, he heard moans coming from one of the other rooms, those soft sounds of pleasure caused the devil to stop in his tracks immediately.

The moans echoing through the hotel came from Adam.

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word count: almost 9k summary: Your everyday routine turns upside down when a couple of strange visitors land on your city. warnings:Miguelx!Spider Reader (kind of Latina), some cussing, mentions of death, injuries (let me know if there is something else!)

Chapter 1: 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

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Earth - 129

Readers POV

“Dear soulmate, Do you think of me? ‘Cause I do”

You wish you wouldn’t. You wish you could erase his memory out of your mind. He isn’t thinking of you and he never will.

“Dear Soulmate, I can’t wait to fall in love with you”

That is the problem, you already had. You saw him with other eyes as soon as you found out the truth. The minute you learned that fate had tied you two together, your heart gravitated towards his.

He possessed your heart in his hands, and he crushed it, leaving you in this situation.

You feel alone, empty, as if you will never be enough.

When you were young, your father always told you how meeting your soulmate was where all the pain went away. From then and on, life was always going up.

LIES

You’ve never felt so low, how can you get back up now? Who can help you get out of the hole you dug for yourself? Why did your parents have to be soulmates?

Miguel was right, soulmates are stupid, you are stupid for believing your father. If you could go back, you would change the past, to never meet him, or better, to never be born…

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X POV 28 years ago

It was a cold January night in New York. The snow falling beautifully on top of trees and cars. The streets decorated with colorful lights, making the droplets glister with different shades, making them seem like fairies.

Everything was happiness. The Christmas and new years glow lifting everyone’s spirits. New beginnings, new dreams and new hope all around.

But inside a fairy-tale, there is always a tale of woe. A fragment of the story is never told. Stories are usually filled with brightness and happiness, but life is never like that. Not even for two people meant for each other. A pair of souls tied by destiny. Fate is never fair.

Inside the icy white hospital walls, there was a tense atmosphere. A man, in his mid thirties, was pacing the almost empty hallways, muttering to himself. Nurses watched him with heartfelt eyes, feeling his despair, knowing, deep down, what was about to happen.

“I can’t lose her, I- I.. I-I can’t” was all he repeated. Over, and over, non stop, for what felt like an eternity. “Por favor, Dios, quien sea. Please, help them” (“Please, God, anyone”) he pleaded, looking at the ceiling, as if a deity would pity him, and gift him a miracle.

Cries of pain were heard from inside the surgical room, a space that seemed far away, but was just a couple of steps ahead. A place that called him, lured him to get in, but with no use, given that it was forbidden, and that he already tried to fight the nurses to let him stay.

His wife, the love of his life, his soulmate, laid in there, suffering.

It all had started smoothly. The check ups were fine, everything looked perfect to welcome their daughter to the world, but nothing prepared him for this moment.

Every minute that went by, every second, was pure torture. The walls felt like they were closing in, the floor about to disappear beneath his feet. His life, his everything was slipping out of his grasp.

The staff grew worried, they knew they couldn’t keep the man away for much longer. They were aware of the pain he was in, they could sense, feel it, tension palpable in the air. Chances were they had experienced and witnessed this exact situation a million times. The man’s health was deteriorating with every tick of the clock. His steps becoming shorter, pace slowing down, until he stopped.

The calm before the storm.

Numbness. Cold. Fear. All emotions are far from familiar to this man. He could feel her presence in the back of his head, but barely. The man sat on the floor, knees to his chest, head tucked in, rocking back and forth, trying to steady his breathing, praying. “No por favor, po-por favor” (“No please, pl-please”). Tears began streaming down his face, wetting his shirt and trousers.

And just like that, the pain was gone. Only emptiness. His soulmate had parted this Earth. He could no longer feel her existence. His mark was surely gone, a mark that was printed on his skin his whole life. A half heart, only complete with her, your mother.

Doctors came and went, apologizing, giving their condolences, explaining there was nothing to be done. The man tried to pay attention to them, but with no use, his mind else where.

But, he had to be strong, he had to keep going with only half a soul. He needed to prevail, since there was still a part of her with him, you. His beautiful daughter, half him, half your mother.

Your cries were heard from the other room. Your father dismissed the doctors and ran to tend to you. As soon as he reach the crib and saw you he swore on his life that he was going to take care of you, forever.

Your father immediately picked you up to calm you down. As he did so, he uncovered your right shoulder, where he noticed the mark. A strange shape, nothing seen before, from what he heard in stories and read in books or the internet. It couldn’t be a simple birthmark, it was yours and your soulmate’s.

A strange feeling formed inside of him. Obviously, happiness, for one part, as you had someone to call yours, but some sadness, and mostly worry. Your mark wasn’t as dark as everyone’s. It was even lighter than when someone is born before their soulmate, a much softer brown than his when he came to the world, as your mother was younger than him.

There was something wrong, but he couldn’t tell what. Not even the doctors or specialists in soulmates. All he could do was pray that his little girl could find the love of her life, like he did with your mother, all those years ago, and that you could live a happy life, a much longer one than your parents.

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Reader’s POV 5 years later

“Papiii…, can you tell me how you met momma again pleaseeee?” you said with a pout as your father tucked you in bed. Their love story was your favorite bedtime tale. “¿Otra vez?” (“Again?”). You nodded excitedly. The idea of soulmates was your favorite thing in the world, and knowing that your parents were, only fueled your dream of someday finding yours.

“Okay, here we go..”

Like every other night, he told you how he met your mother in high school. The day that they met, he felt his mark itch more than normal, like it was trying to tell him something, that she was near. Everyone experiences a different feeling or physical sign.

As soon as he saw her, he knew she was special. It wasn’t like with the other pretty girls, he felt pulled by her, he couldn’t move his eyes away.

As soon as they touched, their marks changed. Marks in your universe can change multiple times in a lifetime. When someone is born, it is a light brown if their soulmate isn’t born yet and a dark brown when their other half already roams Earth.

But, when two soulmates meet (and realize they are each other’s soulmate) the mark turns a reddish color, symbolizing true love. It stays on your skin until one of the pair dies, like it happened with your mother.

You’ll never forget the look on your father’s face when you asked why he didn’t have his. He looked at you with tears forming in his eyes, and that’s when he explained to you, for the first time, what had happened with your mother, and how important soulmates are.

Despite his loss, as it came with an unforgettable pain, he always reminded you that one’s half is the only person you should be with. Soulmates can only be born from other soulmates, and if someone chooses not to wait for their soulmate, the link breaks, leaving only emptiness and sorrow behind.

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Three months ago

“Y/n!!”

The sudden scream waked you up from your slumber. The shock made you lose balance, falling from the stool you were on and landing butt first on the floor.

“Aghh, shit” you groaned, rubbing your eyes, trying to regain consciousness and see what was in front of you.

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry” Peter, your best friend, apologized. “I just wanted to wake you up”.

“Yeah, well Pete,” you said cleaning the saliva off your arm, “maybe, next time, just maybe just shake me a little bit” you said, sarcastically.

Peter laughed, the sarcastic tone a clear indication that you weren’t harmed. “Noted” he stated, offering his hand for you to take.

You just swatted it away, lightly, and stood up on your own. This was no surprise for Peter, who didn’t make a fuss out of it. You weren’t a morning person at all, and he was aware of it. But you had your reasons.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning” he joked, trying to light up the mood, as he walked back to his lab station, that was perpendicular to the left of yours.

“I didn’t wake up at all Parker” you groaned, looking at the devices and papers spread over your table, trying to remember what you were doing before dozing off.

“You can’t keep doing this, you know?” he said, concern lacing his voice. Peter was aware of the life you had once the day was over. He believed it was dangerous, and even though he tried to be supportive, he really didn’t approve.

You sighed, resting the palms of your hands on the marble surface in front of you. “With great power-”

“Comes great responsibility. Yeah yeah, I know. You always say the same” he said, while he turned his body towards you, resting his back on his table. “But, the fact that you have this powers doesn’t mean that you have to compromise your health every single night” he lectured, punctuating the last words with his hands.

The course this conversation was taking was not strange to you. Peter always tried to coaxed you out of being Spider-woman, every chance he gets.

You didn’t fight back, as you normally would. You just kept looking at the floor, exhaustion taking over, a yawn forming in your mouth.

“Hey” Peter whispered. You slowly lift up your eyes to match his. He stared at you for a little, supposedly trying to decipher what was going on behind your eyes. He walked up to you in slow, quiet steps, as if he made a wrong move, you would break, like glass.

He stopped a couple inches away from you, giving you enough space. “I know that you feel like everything that happens in this city is your job to fix.” He started in a calm, soothing voice. “I get that after your dad passed and he said those words, you fight day and night to make this hell a better place, but it has taken a toll on you. You need to rest”

The mention of your father brought tears to your eyes, or maybe it was the frustration, or both. You lost him not long after becoming Spider-woman. You never got to tell him, but in some way, you think he knew. After all, he was the person who knew you best.

Every day, you try to imagine whether your father would be proud of you or disappointed on how you are handling your life. Oh, how you wish he was here, to hug him one last time, to run into his arms and feel safe. However, you knew he was in a much better place, reunited with your mother after all those years.

As you didn’t answer, Peter continued, “I know it is hard, but I am here, MJ too. She doesn’t know, I promise I didn’t tell her, but that doesn’t matter” he rested a hand on your left shoulder, trying to give you support. “Just tell us that you need help, and we will gladly provide it”.

That brought a smile to your face, mirroring his, despite the tears spilling from your years. You laughed, easing the tension of your chest and shoulders, and hugged Peter. You knew you had amazing friends, the issue was that, sometimes, you felt out of place. And, there were numerous reasons why you felt like that.

One, you are not completely human. You are Spider-woman, spider DNA resides in your cells. Two, and arguably the most important, you haven’t find your soulmate yet. A constant reminder that you are in fact, alone.

Every time you are out, whether when you are swinging across the city or walking on the street, all you see is couples having dates, holding hands, whatever. The important thing is there were always two people simply enjoying each others company. Apparently, you were the only one who couldn’t find their other half.

Another worry to fill your mind, as if being a superhero wasn’t enough.

“What you are saying is,” you said after calming down and pulling away from Peter’s embrace. “is that, if I ask you to put on the mask for one night, you are going to do it” you finish half smiling, trying not to erupt in laughter.

Peter snorted, a smile forming on his lips. “There is no way in hell I would do that, not even for a million dollars” he laughed. “There is only room for one crazy person in this friend group, and that is you” he said, punching your arm affectionately, before walking back to his station. He knew that if you were joking, that meant that you were okay.

“Never say never Pete!” you quipped, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes and cheeks. “One day maybe, after finishing all this research, I’ll find a parallel universe where you have the powers”.

At that, Peter double down laughing, clutching his stomach from how hard he was chuckling. “Yeah sure” he said between giggles, cleaning his happy tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand. “Maybe you could find your soulmate too”.

“Oh fuck off” you exclaimed. “I thought we were having a wholesome moment over her” you laughed.

You both giggled for a good couple of minutes, still bickering at each other, throwing shade back and forth. The break from work helping you both distress, the weight on your shoulders decreasing.

After calming yourself, both of you went back to working on your respective projects and theories. Peter was fixing some technology and improving your web-shooters, something you had been complaining about for weeks.

You, on the other hand, were trying to come up with a device capable of breaking the fourth dimension. Something that could allow you to travel to other dimensions. This being your ultimate goal.

You had been theorizing about inter dimensional travel since the last year of college. You wrote your thesis about it, claiming that it was possible given the technology human race had available at your time.

The difficult part was gaining the energy necessary to make the jump, or open a portal. You wished you could do it, prove to all the people who called you crazy that it was in fact possible. You were going to be the first woman to jump between dimensions, or at least you hoped. If you were trying to do this, did that mean there was someone who also thought about it in other Earth?

Those kind of questions always pop up on your mind, distracting you from work. It for sure was a possibility. If there are others out there, you can’t be the only one trying to find them. As with aliens, you can’t be alone in this bast space. You shook your head, trying to focus on your papers in front of you, aiming to push those thoughts to the back of your brain.

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Hours went by. You would think that you had done a lot of work, but no. Your brain wasn’t cooperating. You still couldn’t find a way to make the devices stable with the amount of energy they were consuming. You have never tried to use them, but theoretically, the portals wouldn’t form evenly, making the jump extremely dangerous. You weren’t taking any chances.

Besides, sleep was still trying to creep on you and now, to top it off, you were hungry. Your stomach had been complaining for like an hour now, but you were too lazy to stop and look for food.

Your stomach growled, making you lose the last bit of concentration you had. You groaned out of frustration and flopped on top of your table, not caring about the technology or papers scattered on it.

You heard Peter laugh behind you, which made you grunt in annoyance. How can he always be so happy?

As in on cue, you heard the sliding doors open, followed by the clicking sounds of heels on the floor. You heard rustling beside you, probably Peter trying to cover your spider things so MJ would not see them.

“Hey guys!” MJ greeted, always with that angelic and cheery voice. “I brought lunch”. Oh thank god, you thought, she really was an angel. Reason number one of why Peter is happy every single damn day.

“Thank you babe” you heard Peter say, followed by a kissing sound, making you gagged internally. Too much cheesiness. The dream of accomplishing the same thing with your soulmate since you were a kid slowly banishing. Every reminder of love making you sick to your stomach.

“What is wrong with y/n” MJ asked, concern present in her voice.

Upon not hearing an immediate answer from Peter, you lifted your head up from the table and looked over at them. They were clearly communicating, but without uttering a word. Their shared looks was all it took.

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, the hunger or the fact that you were pathetic from not founding your soulmate which made the feeling of anger and frustration inside of you come to light. Anger and frustration that were only directed to yourself, but that somehow, escaped you, even surprising you.

“Hey!” you snapped without thinking. “I’m right here, you know? Can you two quit doing that?” Your face becoming redder and redder as seconds went by.

The couple glanced at each other. “Doing what exactly?” MJ asked furrowing her eyebrows, and playing with her hair.

“That!” you shouted, as if the answer was clear as water, pointing at them with your hand, moving it from one to another. “You are using your soulmate telepathy or whatever” you finished, throwing your hands in the air and turning your back to them.

Peter snorted, clearly not sensing the tension in the atmosphere. “You do know we can’t read each other’s mind, right? Soulmate can only sense emotions. That’s not how-”

“No Peter!” you roared, turning back around at light speed. Your tone and actions making Peter and MJ take a step back from fear. “I don’t know how it works, or what it is, or how it feels” you continued, while pacing from left to right, using your arms to exaggerate your words. “I don’t know if you haven’t notice yet, but I DON’T HAVE SOULMATE YET” you finished, aiming those last words directly at him, looking at Peter right in the eye.

As soon as you finished that sentence, you spun around again. You pressed the palms of your hands strongly against the table, not paying attention to the things on it. If you broke something, it didn’t matter. Nothing worked anyway.

Your chest was heaving up and down, your breath quick and short. It was getting hard to see, spots feeling your vision every time you opened your eyes. You tried to calm yourself down. The annoyance you were feeling was strange, you had never felt like this. Sure, you had your bad days, but most of the time, the negative emotions were directed to yourself! And you knew how to control them.

It wasn’t Pete’s or MJ’s fault that your soulmate wasn’t here, that you hadn’t found him yet. They were just trying to help. For God’s sake, MJ even brought you lunch! Tears began spilling out of your eyes out of frustration. The emotions too strong to let them in, and crying was the only way you knew how to get them out, without shouting at them again.

You started shacking, not being able to stop it. Sobs spilling out of your mouth. You ran your hand though your hair before covering your face, trying to stop the tears and sounds coming out, but not succeeding.

You slumped over your desk, hoping to be swallowed by the floor. You were so ashamed of shouting at Peter and MJ, they would probably walk away, you would. Is this why you haven’t find your soulmate yet? Because you are not ready? You are emotionally immature? Probably you are overreacting, but still.

Between your sniffs, you heard shuffling behind you. Steps growing louder, until you felt a gentle hand on your right shoulder. The smell of roses and vainilla signaling it was MJ.

Raising your head up and looking to the right, you were met with a blurred image of a red mass and blue eyes staring at you. MJ wiped your tears away from your eyes with her thumb, always so gentle. The gesture making a sob come out of your throat.

You could see on MJ’s face that she was worried, and she didn’t know how to make you feel better. After looking at your face for a little longer, she glanced at your station, making you do the same. Papers were scattered all over, no organization whatsoever. For many, it would be chaos, but you knew your way around it. After all, the state of your lab table was a clear indication of how your life was going.

“What are you working on?” MJ asked calmly, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked back at her, contemplating whether she was really interested on what you had to say, or she was merely trying to get you out of your head. You shook your head. The reason wasn’t important, what mattered was the fact she was helping you.

“Umm, I am just trying to prove some theories, nothing important, really” you shrugged. You used your sweater sleeve to dry off your cheeks and nose, before showing her the different devices.

“This is supposed to teleport you.” you explained, grabbing the bracelet in front of you. “And this, is supposed to create a portal to another dimension” you said, pointing at the first piece of technology on the table.

MJ watched you with a smile on her face. Not that you were paying much attention to her, talking about science always made you wonder to other worlds, forgetting about all your worries and sorrows.

“Have you tried any?” Peter questioned, joining the conversation. He walked towards you like he was stepping on eggshells, aiming to keep you calm, for the second time that day. He stopped right at your left, between you and his station, just as a few hours prior.

“You know I haven’t Pete” you giggled. “Stop being so tense Peter, I’m not going to bite you”.

The three of you laughed, and you visible could tell how the weight was lifted from Peter’s shoulders.

“I am so sorry for snapping at you both” you said, looking between them. “I know it isn’t your fault. I guess I was just a little jealous” you admitted.

“It is okay” MJ replied, putting her hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze. “Just, let us know how you feel before your emotions explode right in our faces, alright?”

You laughed and nodded at her, focusing your attention on the bracelet on your hands.

“I wish I could try them, you know?,” you continued elaborating what Peter had asked “but I guess it is still too dangerous. I don’t know how unstable this things are”.

You examined the device a while longer. After being satisfied with the fact that everything looked normal and just as how you had planned it, and not longer being able to extract information by just looking at it, you went to set it down on the table.

As if the universe was listening, as soon as the lateral of the bracelet hit the surface, a surge of energy emerged from it, aimed at the roof.

The sudden blow knocked you off your seat, falling to the ground on your butt, for the second time that day. MJ and Peter crumbled to the floor, protecting their heads.

You quickly sat up, checking for injuries on both of your friends. After visually checking they were unscratched, you watched the energy beam. You couldn’t take your eyes off it.

It was a mixture between red, orange and blue, illuminating the room in a beautiful warm light. On the ceiling, the matter was creating a spiral, turning and growing bigger by the second.

The ray coming out of the bracelet was unstable. It shone brighter for seconds and then it slowed down, making the semi-portal grow and close, consuming and dropping matter everywhere. Things were floating towards the portal, but then dropping down when the surge became smaller. You felt pulled by it, your scientific mind wanting to see what was on the other side.

You were stuck in place, sitting on the floor, mouth agape, watching all the changes the portal was creating on the lab. The trance you were in was so strong that you almost didn’t register your spidey senses going off.

“TAKE COVER!!” you screamed, before grabbing MJ’s hand and pulling her towards you, to put her beneath Peter’s lab station, following Peter.

As soon as you got MJ below the desk, the bracelet exploded, breaking the surge.

The semi-portal took all the remaining energy, and stopped moving.

Just as you thought it was all over, the spiral shrunk and then expanded, creating a blinding light and an electromagnetic wave. Pieces of the ceiling fell, the lights cut off, the emergency lights turn on, at the same time the fire alarm did.

Five minutes went by, no one dared to move. Being Spider-woman, you decided to be the brave one and taste the waters, besides, it was kind of your fault this all happened. You crawled out under the table, and looked around the lab.

Everything looked normal, if you rule out the big hole on the ceiling were the portal was forming. After inspecting everything in case of danger, you signal Peter and MJ to get out.

“Are you guys okay?” you asked concerned “Yeah, yeah, we are fine” Peter answered cleaning the dust on his knees. “What the hell happened?” MJ questioned a little shaken up. “I don’t really know. I recognize the devices were unstable, but they weren’t suppose to work. At least theoretically” you elaborated. “Unless-”.

Before you could end your explanation, your Spidey senses went off again. You scanned the lab alarmed with your eyes, trying not to make sudden moves to not scare MJ even further. Peter could see that you knew there was something wrong, he had seen that look in your face a million times. He knew your Spidey senses were attempting to tell you something.

“Why don’t you go and look at the light panel y/n?” Peter said, aiming to call your attention and making you look at him, which you did.

He was staring at you, telling you to go and save the day, like you always do.

“The light panel, right. Yeah, I’ll do that.” you declared, giving Peter and understanding and thanking look. “Stay safe, the fire department should be here in shortly.”

“Will do, now go!” Peter urged you.

And with that, you grabbed your bag and ran out the door. Thank god you always carried your suit with you. You made a quick pit stop in the bathroom to change and, five minutes later, you were off in the streets, trying to guess what your spidey senses were warning you about.

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Earth - 928B

Miguel’s POV Same time as reader’s pov

Miguel had been in front of the screens in his office for what felt like days, which probably were.

After all the chaos had Spot caused and the mistakes he made with Miles, he didn’t dare rest, in case the multiverse collapsed, when he wasn’t on watch. Besides, he was giving himself a really hard time. He couldn’t believe that the theory of canon events was wrong, it shouldn’t have been, it made total sense.

But, given that Miles father was still alive, and the police captain, nonetheless, that meant he was mistaken.

Not only his job became ten times more difficult because of the instability of the multiverse caused by the Spot, but also, he needed to find answers. He craved to know why Gabriella’s universe shattered. If it wasn’t because he wasn’t supposed to be there, what caused it? Can it be fixed? Can he see his little girl again?

On top of it all, there was a new group of villains roaming the various dimensions. He had sent different squads of spiders, hoping one of them could trap them, to then be sent to their respective universes. But they all failed, and not by a little.

There was little to no information about the individuals forming the evil organization. The only warning someone could get before being sent off being “Warning: Extremely Dangerous. Do not, under any circumstance, hold back”.

Every spider sent on the quest came back severely injured or passed out. The ones injured were far too traumatized to speak. The lines of the Spider psychologist growing as the weeks went by. Miguel had to even consider hiring a new one, even taking into consideration a normal human.

The atmosphere at the Society wasn’t ideal. Many spiders losing respect for Miguel over the whole Miles ordeal, even if he had apologize to him a thousand times. Tension was escalating, and Miguel was between the sword and the wall.

He needed people to trust him, because he needed to catch these bad guys, but he couldn’t do it alone. The whole stability of the different universes was in play. And yes, he is aware he had use that argument before, and that he was wrong, but there is proof now.

Miguel had tasked Lyla on monitoring the universes where this group had been last. During their stay, all the living creatures of the surface started to slowly die. Technology was unusable, and people were growing mad.

This case was the top priority, but there were still other variants outside of their respective universes that had to be taken care of. Unwillingly, he had to give control to Jessica Drew. She was now the leader of the “easier” missions to retrieve anomalies. Furthermore, much to his dismay, Peter B was in charge when Jess had to take care of his son, as long as he didn’t bring Mayday along.

The sleep deprivation wasn’t helping, at all. He was more irritable, he could barely focus, and to top it all off, his left side started itching. He should probably check it out, but it was probably nothing. Jess would probably tell him to go to the infirmary and rest, but he couldn’t, not now.

Talking about the devil…

“Hey Miguel.” Jess announced herself. “Any new lead?”

“Ugh not yet.” he hissed, trying to find the spot where the itching originated.

“Are you okay? Why are you scratching yourself so much.”

“It’s nothing Jess, you back to work.”

“There is no work Miguel. I’m just that good.”

“Then go do whatever, I’ll rather be alone.” he growled, visibly uncomfortable.

Jess rolled her eyes, that response being an usual thing she heard this days. “Why don’t you get Lyla to check you up? Maybe it is an allergy.” Jess pressed, not accepting a no for an answer.

“No es nada, mierda.” [(It is nothing, dammit) kinda, ahha) ] Miguel replied, scratching his side even more. “I don’t need a check up.”

“Too late!” Lyla chirped, appearing from thin air, making Miguel roll his eyes and groan.

“There is nothing out of the ordinary.” the AI informed “Apparently, the itching comes from the mark on you abdomen Miguel.”

“Mark? Like, what, a past scar? Those itch all the time.” Jess questioned confused.

Miguel hurried to answer before Lyla could open her mouth. “It’s noth-”

Late again. “Oh, the soulmate mark? You weren’t aware of that? Weiird” Lyla stated in a sarcastic tone, eyeing up Miguel to see his reaction.

“Lylaa” he snarled, trying to grab the AI, but she teleported near Jess’ shoulder.

“What? I am just providing information to our dear friend Jessica” the AI expressed shrugging, as if the information she has just divulged wasn’t a secret Miguel had been hiding for years.

“A Soulmate huh? You’ve never mentioned that” Jess wondered

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it Jess” he said, turning his body towards the screens, trying to hide. The itching was becoming unbearable. His talons threatening to come out.

“You are never in the mood. Why have you never mentioned it?” Jess continued questioning, abusing the fact that Miguel wasn’t going to yell at her.

Miguel slumped his shoulders and head forward, his chin touching his chest, his hands on his hips. He took deep breathes, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable conversation that was about to happen.

“This Earth like many others,” he began, lifting his head. “once had a lot of soulmates roaming the surface”.

Miguel turned to Jess, checking if she was following. Once she nodded, he continued.

“After a while, people stopped looking for them. Many didn’t believe there were meant to be, others weren’t patient enough.” he sighed, remembering his mother and his biological father. “My mother married George O’Hara, a man who wasn’t her soulmate. But still, whatever wicked entity who is in charge of all of this, brought her to her soulmate, and I am the outcome of that.” he finished, anger evident in his voice.

“So.. what?” Jess asked. “Soulmate disappeared as a punishment for not wanting for them?”

“No” Miguel answered pinching his nose, already done with the conversation, at least it was distracting him from the pain on his side. “From what I gathered from Lyla’s investigation, only soulmates can birth soulmates, thus, the numbered decreased because people had children with others who weren’t their ‘half’.” The last bit said between air quotes, as he shared the sentiment of all those people. There wasn’t a person who could be his other half. The universe wouldn’t gift him a nice one. One that he could love and could love him back.

“And that’s it?” Jess said. “Your excuse for being secluded in your office all day and being lonely is waiting for your soulmate?. You ain’t gonna find her if you keep burying yourself with work.”

“Quite the opposite actually” he mumbled, the end of the conversation not coming fast enough.

“You don’t want to find her?” she replied surprised. “I get why you don’t want anything with this..”

Jess words blurred in the background, all he could hear was his heart pounding in his chest.

“… you are condemning the girl to the same thing.”

His chest was rising up and down, the air around him becoming too hot. Each breath too hard to pass. Miguel rested his hands on the table, slumping his body forward, aiming to calm himself down.

“What if she wants to find you? What if she is waiting for you?”

He stopped registering what Jess was saying, all his brain could focus on was the itch in his abdomen. The mark hot to the touch despite the barrier of his suit. Closing his eyes, he tried to regain control of his body, but it wasn’t cooperating.

“And, what if-”

“Enough!” Miguel roared, halting Jess from talking, her mouth wide open. He turned around, eyes as red as his suit. Chest heaving, nostrils blown.

“I don’t care how she feels, and neither should you.” he declared firmly, aiming to get his point across. “I am Spider-man, my duty is to the multiverse. I don’t have time to waste on trivial things as love, as finding the ‘the one’. I can’t, and I won’t.”

“And if she finds you?” Jess pressed, not caring about the consequences.

“I said enough! Ya basta por favor” he snarled, turning his head towards the screens. (stop it please).

Silence consumed the room. The only noise being Miguel’s heavy breathing.

Miguel could feel Jess’ deathly stare on the side of his face, but he was done talking. All her questioning was useless, there was no way his soulmate could appear out of thin air. Besides, again thanks to Lyla’s research, he knew his mark wasn’t normal. The shape was strange, the color was wrong. He was aware that the marks disappear once one of the souls left this Earth, but he still had his, meaning his soulmate was somewhere still.

The weird thing was that it seemed dormant, as if his soulmate was in other reality. Funny huh?, how he said he doesn’t think about it, but he had Lyla do research and how he has theories about them.

Despite everything and his brain’s attempt to bury the thought, his heart still yearns for love, for being taken care of. His emotional side urging him to get out of his office, go on patrols hoping, praying, to find the one person destined to him. His rational side, for the other part, shouting at him to have some sense.

His soulmate for sure was a normal citizen, someone else to protect. Another person to lose. One more person whose blood would be on his hands. He couldn’t bear it, his hands were red enough as it is.

The calm atmosphere was interrupted with the flash of the multiple screens in front of him.

“Lyla, what is this?” Miguel asked

“The evil group has being spotted entering Earth-129.” Lyla answered, looking at her tablet.

“What do we know about this universe?” Jess said.

“Not much. But there is a Spider-woman in it” Lyla answered adjusting her glasses. “If you want to catch them, this is a good chance. There is no time to call a squad. It has to be you two”.

Miguel looked at Jess. Despite the anger he felt towards her at that moment, she was his friend and his most trusted teammate.

“Stop looking at me like that” Jess said rolling her eyes. “I am not going to let you hanging. Let’s go!”

Lyla clicked some buttons on her holographic tablet and opened a portal to said dimension.

Before crossing the threshold, Jess turned to Miguel with a grin and joked “You know, if we both get injured or die, Peter B stays in charge of everything”.

Miguel groaned, not having thought of that. “Another reason to leave this mission unscratched” he said under his breath, swearing to himself to come back, no matter how hard.

They both pulled their masks over their face and disappeared into the portal.

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Earth-129

As Miguel emerged from the portal he had to squint his eyes. The brightness of the sun burning his eyes, not used to the light, given his office was always dark, and a consequence to the spider DNA.

He scanned the city looking for the bad guys. This universe, New York at least, was similar to his. A little less technological, but almost a copy.

It didn’t take him long to localize the villains. The chaos they were creating clear as day and really loud. The citizens of New York screaming at the top of their lungs and running away.

Before Jess and him could jump into action, a sky-blue figure flew right past him, or in retrospective, swung. The spider-woman of Earth-129 had a blue, grey and black suit, with a belt around her waist.

As she fought against the biggest guy, Miguel could see that she was experienced. She moved like she had been doing this her whole life, dodging punches, kicks and electromagnetic fields like they were nothing.

“We should help her” Jess said.

Miguel nodded, and they both jumped into action.

Reader’s POV

The minute you started swinging across the city after leaving the lab, you saw what your spidey senses were warning you about. Three individuals, each one different from the rest, were causing a havoc in the city center.

The first one, and the biggest one, was basically a mountain of dirt. He looked like a toddler had built him with clay and put rubies for eyes. He was at least 3 meters tall, from what you could see from afar. He also had some weird red rays surrounding his body, which attracted different materials. Probably an electromagnetic kind of thing.

The second one, who looked like the one in charge, was a regular human, or that was what it looked like. The only extraordinary thing was that he had a weird helmet on his head, but apart from that, normal.

The last one, you couldn’t decipher what it was, partly because it looked like he was constantly changing its appearance. From a tall man, to a woman, to whatever human shape you can imagine. It grossed you out a little, because it sometimes had two faces at the same time.

There was no time to think, you needed to protect your city.

You swung as fast as you could to reach the center. As you were passing a tall building, from the corner of your eye, you saw two people on the rooftop. It was probably the adrenaline and the lack of sleep, but you could swore they had suits on, and they looked like yours! Different colors of course.

You were approaching the scene as fast as you could, trying to come up with a plan. Clearly, the safest option, was to attack the human guy, let’s call it number two. The downside of it being that, if he was the leader, he was probably powerful, but it is the best option.

Before you could change your mind, you jump towards number two and kick him straight to the face, making him stumble back and fall to the floor.

The action caused the other two to lock their eyes on you. Oh, you were so fucked. You had fought bad guys before, in big groups even, but you could sense these were different.

Number 1, the big ugly guy, leaped forward, trying to strike you, but you jumped out of the way before he could even touch you, landing close to guy number three.

He was still changing his appearance, but once you landed in front of him and he locked eyes with you, he transformed into your dad. You stumbled back, shock, making you lose focus.

“What, dad? How- how do you know him?” you said dumbfounded. The quick distraction was enough to make you miss your spidey senses and receive an electromagnetic surge from guy number 1 from the right.

You flew back ten meters, crashing against a parked car. You groaned in pain. Your ears were ringing from the crash. You opened your eyes, seeing a blurred brown figure fast approaching, your senses begging you to move out of the way.

Your limbs weren’t answering, you were doomed.

Just as you were accepting your fate, a red and blue figure crashed against the other one, moving it out of the way.

“Hey” you heard from your left. You tilted your head upwards, trying to locate the source of the sound.

“We are here to help, come on” she offered your hand to take. You did, slowly, trying not to cause more pain.

You double down, hand on your knees trying to regain your breath. Whatever that guy hit you with, it was strong.

“I am going to help him, stay here until you feel okay” the woman said. When she saw you nod, she swung into action, kicking guy number 3.

The tall guy, the one that saved you, was still fighting with ugly guy number 1. The leader was no where on sight. You would have to be alert.

Both the woman and the man looked like Spider-guys to you, they had similar suit to yours. That’s weird, you thought you were the only one. You had never encountered them in your patrols. Why now?

Once you recovered your breath, you decided to join the fight. And just on time, because you saw the leader trying to sneak attack Spider-man.

You jumped right in front of him, before he could strike the man. Both of you entangled into a fist fight, none of you succeeding on hitting the other. Obviously, you had your spidey senses on your favor, so you could predict were the blow was coming from, but the leader was reading all your moves, as if he knew what you were going to do next.

Other thing that surprised you was that he wasn’t getting tired. Scratch the fact that he was a normal dude, he clearly had something.

”Surprised Spider-woman?” you heard inside your head, which made you stop in your tracks, giving him the opportunity to punch you straight in the face, making you fall to the floor.

”Where is it?” he continued, speaking in your head. Where is what?? What is this guy talking about?

”Where are you hiding it?” he stood above you, each leg on one side of your body, trapping you in. ”Well, are you gonna tell me? Or am I going to have to take it from you? I warn you, it is a painful process”

You could barely register what he was saying. What does he want? What is IT? Nonetheless, it didn’t matter. Whatever he was looking for, it couldn’t be good, and you didn’t want him to take it from you.

In a swift move, you punch his crotch, which made him stumbled back, liberating you from him. You stood up quickly, trying to continue the fight.

“How are you? What do you want?” you questioned, fists ready to punch. A few meters away, you could hear the rest of the fight.

”We are Cataclysm, and we will prevail”. he answered. ”We will catch you little spider, when you are alone.”

And just like that, the ground opened up and swallowed him. You stood there, confused, staring at the floor for a sign of where he had went.

The noise behind you had stopped as well. You turned around, looking for the other two bad guys and the two spider-people, but the first ones were already gone, probably alerted by their leader.

The spider-people, on the other hand, were talking a few meters away from you. You couldn’t hear them. As you were about to go up to them and introduce yourself, they shot a web to the nearest sky-crapper.

“Hey! Wait up!” you said, and shot a web yourself, trying to follow them.

You landed on the rooftop, and the other two weren’t there. Fuck! You missed them. Just as you were about to jump off and keep looking around, you felt a sting.

‘Ugh fuck!’ you exclaimed, clutching your right shoulder. Something might had hit you, which was weird, because it wasn’t there a minute ago. Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing down.

All of a sudden, you heard a thud behind you. Two heavy landings.

You turned around, fist up, ready for a fight, in case they weren’t friendly, even though your spidey senses were silent.

‘Easy girl’ the woman said. “It’s just us. My name is Jess, this is Miguel.”

The tall guy, Miguel, was just looking at you, or you presumed, given the fact that all of you were still wearing your masks. He was crossing his arms, as if he didn’t want to be there. You had to admit, he looked hot.

“What are you doing here?” you asked defensively. “I thought I was the only one. And what the hell was that?” you said, pointing in the general direction of where the fight took place.

“First, those were a group of villains that we are chasing. They have been on the loose for a couple of weeks now”.

“The Cataclysm.” you replied.

“The what?” Jess questioned.

“The Cataclysm. That’s what they are called.”

“How do you know that?” Miguel asked. Wow, he had a really nice voice.

“Their leader, or well, what I presume is their leader told me” you answered, shrugging your shoulders.

“I was watching you while I was fighting, he never talked” Miguel continued.

“Not out loud, he has telepathy or something.” you said. Funnily enough, you accused your friends of using it just an hour back. You laughed to yourself remembering.

“Why are you laughing? This is serious” Miguel groaned.

“Jeez, sorry man” you said lifting your arms, the palm of your hands facing them. “I get that it is serious, I guess you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. Which leads me back to my first question. Who are you? And why haven’t I seen you before?” you questioned crossing your arms.

Jess and Miguel shared some looks, and then she answered.

“We are just like you, we are Spider-people.”

“I get that. But I thought I was the only one.” you said.

“You are the only one,” Jess reassured “in this universe, at least, as far as we know.”

“In this universe?” you repeated slowly, uncrossing your arms, letting them fall at your sides. this universe?? Alarms were going off inside your head, you opened your eyes and mouth, not believing what you just heard.

“Sorry, this universe?” you questioned. “As in, there are more universes?”

Jess simply nod, sensing that you only needed that.

“Oh my god. You are joking, you are fucking joking” you screamed excitedly, jumping in place. Your theory was right, you were right all along!!. You couldn’t wait to tell Peter

“That means that there are others like me, you are like me, how many are you? Are you from the same universe? Are you like a team?” you rambled. You were shaking with excitement.

You were pacing back and forth, trying to grasp the idea of there being multiple realities. From the corner of your eye you could see Miguel and Jess eyeing each other. You saw Jess nod with her head towards you, as silently asking Miguel something. With your happiness, you couldn’t decipher what.

Wait, why are they still here? Do they want you on their team? I mean, they never told you they were a team, but it seemed obvious. You stopped dead on your tracks and faced them. You watched them have a silent argument before Miguel rolled his head to the side in defeat, crossing his arms.

Jess took off her mask, which made you do the same, but Miguel kept his on.

“What was your name again?” Jess asked walking towards you.

“Oh right, sorry” you apologized, silly you, with all the flash news you forgot to introduce yourself. “I’m y/n” you said taking a step forward and offering your hand. Jess took it and shook it.

“Answering your questions, no, we are not from the same dimension, and yes we are a team, and we want you to be part of it.”

“You want to” Miguel mumbled, low enough to escape any normal human, but your ears caught it.

You both locked eyes, or you presumed. The more you stared at him, the stronger the burning of your right shoulder got. At the same time, Miguel started scratching his left side, as if something was bothering him.

You had to break eye contact because the pain was becoming unbearable.

“Ugh, damn” you exclaimed, clutching your shoulder and moving it, trying to ease the pain.

“Are you okay?” Jess asked.

“Yeah, I think I just got hit with something during the fight, when I crashed into the car. It’s probably nothing”

“Let’s get you checked up at HQ” Jess proposed

“Jess…” Miguel started, but was cut off by Jess looking at him with a death stare.

You switched your eyes between them, feeling how the tension was raising. You could feel the anger and frustration inside of you, as if you were the one fighting silently.

In the end, Miguel groaned, shaking his head and pinching his nose.

Jess smiled brightly at you, signalling that she had won that fight, and you could join them.

“Let’s go” she said, and opened a portal with her watch, kind of similar to the ones you were experimenting on. You were definitely asking about them later.

Jess crossed first, leaving you alone with Miguel, who had his back turned to you. You eyed him up and down before taking and deep breath and crossing the threshold of the portal, taking you to a new adventure.

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OKAY!! Here we gooo!!

So sorry for the wait, I hope you like this chapter!!

I feel like the action scene is sooo dull, but well, it is my first time writing something like it. I'll get the hang of it. Besides, it served its purpose.

The tension has began.

Please tell me what you think of it!!

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rockandroobuckaroll · 2 months

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Returning from the crypt to give my two cents on this whole situation.

I've just been looking at the comments on YouTube and I've been seeing several videos on tiktok and the amount of people blaming Steven for everything as if it's not a group decision is ridiculous. The way people think one man in a group's company can just say yeah we're doing this now and that's final instead of having several meetings about it, everyone discussing pros and cons and all that, going through timeliness of when to set things up... that's not just one man guys. Ryan and Shane definitely have more of a say in their own company than they're trying to imply. More than anything right now I feel really bad for Steven, this is clearly something they're ALL excited about and the comments is nothing but oh well we're all here for Shane and Ryan so Steven you don't need to make your expensive food shows and drive your tesla xoxox. That to me feels more tasteless than the whole reveal.

That being said...

I do agree with how people are saying the timing and presentation is a little tasteless. We're literally in a recession right now. People are broke. The points people make about not giving money to big corporations like Netflix and Aprime and just give it to the smaller creators are missing the point. People don't want to pay for content that was previously free regardless of who's making it, end of story. Especially given the nature of 'just pirate Netflix' and all that vibe they give off, they can't expect the audience they've built with that mindset to be chill about yet another subscription to add to the pile. (Though people saying eat the rich are hilarious to me as if these three men combined have even 1% of Bezos' wealth come on now folks)

I've been on their patreon since literally day one and I'm not going to lie earlier this month before all this was even announced I cancelled my subscription purely cos I can't afford to keep supporting them at the moment given I'm barely affording to live as it is and my workplace decided to screw us over completely (people in the UK look up GAME and what frasers are doing to us managers it's soooooooo funny :))))))) ) so to now find out all but the first ep of each series they put out is going to be behind a paywall just felt like a massive kick in the teeth.

I want to support them and HAVE supported them with money from my own wallet but can't afford that anymore so how are they expecting people who weren't willing/unable to pay before all this to suddenly start paying now?

I really just hope they know what they're getting themselves in to because the last thing I want is for them to stop making content all together.

#watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #such a tense situation to be in for them right now #honestly tho i hope steven is okay those comments are so rude and unnecessary

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 2 months

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”You can tell us. We’re your parents. You can tell us even if it’s bad. We’ll listen. We love you. We’re adults so we need to talk like adults.”

aha ahahaha how about no? If you find out I’m an apostate I know you’re gonna raid my room and destroy my belongings; and even if what you say IS true, I still don’t trust you from the last time you said those things lmfao

My stuff isn’t out of the house so I’m not gonna fucking tell you lmao

#exjw #pimo #apostate #It’s scary how calm and calculated I can get in extremely tense situations #There’s just an overwhelming sense of “this isn’t happening to me right now” and I very carefully weigh every option on the spot #and come up with snap responses to answers which seem plausible if I need to lie #It’s like I shut down and only necessary functions are performed #I thought about telling them everything and I almost did; but I wasn’t about to have that conversation today #No one was in the right mindset and I wasn’t in a sufficient amount of control #almost… but not quite

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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#thats me in the corner. thats me in thr spotlight. rocking from side to side and not contributing to the conversation #which is to say. i made it to thr lab get together with an old lab mate. i really truely did not think i would #i was like 20min late bc of the crying and hyperventilating over a 6min drive down the road #i sorta freaked out while driving too. and almost turned around. its just that i kno i havent been sleeping enough and got overwhelmed #but i made it there. and i dont think i looked like id been crying but i probably looked a bit blank faced and miserable #as i rocked from side to side for like 2hrs listening to ppl talk. i enjoyed it exactly as much as i expected. it was good to see the guy #again but i just dont connect in group gatherings idk. im glad its done. also fucking we were sitting there and a group comes in and whos #in that group?? someone i have avoided seeing for like a loooong time. the guy who tried to be in a relationship with me back when i 1st #started as a grad student. i say relationship. i was explaining to him why i couldnt do any sort of romantic e tanglement and he was very #firm abt not wanting a relationship. and im like bro im explaining u why no romanticly adjacent thing is gonna work. u literally asked me #to physically hold ur hand thru this. u r somehow more emotionally invested in this than me and also are telling me that u just wanna fuck #me. so like u r not slick. whatever. it was so fucking stressful at the time. which i feel bad abt bc it wasn't really his fault #i was just less self aware so i didnt kno i have bad awareness in the moment. like i dont kno a lines been crossed until a week later when #im laying on thr floor falling apart. so like i wish him the best. didnt kno he was still around. hopefully this doesnt trigger stress #dreams. all this to say i was very fucking tense. and when i got back in my car i was like shaky and panting lol #idk looking back its just such a weird situation with that dude. if i was anyone else it woudlnt have been a big deal but #my brain just doesn't process physical touch right. so now ive got these horrible touch memories that like on paper r literally nothing #but for me they were so unfathomablly awful when i 1st aquired them. i literally could not deal with any romantic stuff for like a month #bc it would like trigger me. now thst its been like 3 years its not bad tho. just like gives me thr ick but i dont get #stuck in the memories too much. its so dumb. whatever. point is im all sore now from sitting all tense haha #unrelated

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neverendingford · 11 months

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#tag talk #vent #I don't wanna do the whole “I'm so good at psychology cause I've fixed myself. I should go into counseling” thing that overly empathetic #empathetic people do. but like. nothing like deconstructing a tense social conflict to make you feel good #the smol autistic minecraft enby who adopted me had a moment and I helped break down the situation and resolve shit with them. it was cool #but also I immediately went out to the living room and napped for three hours. thinning that hard was exhausting.#do you ever do the depression nap thing? when I'm doing well I never sleep during the day. but when I'm sad I take naps a lot #because I don't want to be awake and I sleep poorly at I night and am just generally lethargic so I nap on the floor or couch a lot #ugh knowing the stress will go away doesn't help the fact that it's super awful right now.#it's times like this that I wish I'd really committed to it in Feb. like. in two weeks I'll be better and joy de vivre and all that.#but right now? ugh. big fuckin ugh #the minecraft emotional labor thing is just a natural responsibility of being a 25 year old playing online video games with 15 year olds.#if I see a situation blowing up I can't hear sit by and watch someone destroy their friendships on the server. I have to help #but also bro I am struggling to help myself. maybe I say I'm packing up my pc early so that I have a good excuse to stay off the server #I literally did the thing again where I make new friends. make everyone love me. and then get burnt out at the speed of light and disappear #making friends is so easy. leaving friends is so easy. nothing is forever and we all die someday. blah blah blah you know it already #meaningless meaningless. all is meaningless. maybe king Solomon was just fuckin depressed when he wrote that. sure sounds like it to me.#I just can't do anything when I'm like this. we're subsistence living now bois.#I wonder if part of my neurological damage is from the lead I used to eat in high school.#the windex shots can't have been good for me. but I don't think that stays in your body the same way #though it did fuck up my urinary tract for a few months. that was wild.#anyway. I wonder how much of my chronic periodic funk is just effects from bad choices and how much is normal natural inevitable.#everything is an ocean. nothing is a lake. the waves are always thirty feet high and the troughs scrape you on the bottom of the reef #nothing is midline except when you're rushing through to one extreme or another.#you're either overstimulated or absent from your body entirely #both of which cause wild and oft unbearable dissociation.#everything gets better and everything gets worse. I'm only like this when I'm stressed. but that's my secret cap (avengers reference)#anyway. I'll survive. I'll make it. I'll live because I need to become even more gay to make my family mad.#I need to keep living so my dad realizes just how much he's lost touch.#so my mom cries about how she should have done something differently so I wouldn't grow up gay. because that makes so much sense right?

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Ah the anxiety is back today. How do I know?

I'm convinced that the way I'm planning to eat leftovers is somehow incorrect™ and will upset the universe which will turn on me and curse me with some sort of bad luck curse.

#late night ramblings #itll probably be better in the morning but for now im going to bed hungry #due to both this and that my flat mate is doing his weird habit of watching whatever on his phone in front of the fridge in the kitchen #and i for some reason cant get myself to ask him to move while i grab some food #because he will pull me into a conversation because hes an extrovert and i am so exhausted of humans right now #plus i indulged him and my other flat mate with conversation on thursday when i cooked Thanksgiving and that took me out until today #usually conversation like that doesnt but i had to tell them i was leaving ireland at the end of the year and that was a whole thing #i was smart and got them a drink or two in before dropping it so they would accept it more readily #and to ease the amount of light guilt tripping that i knew was coming #by guilt tripping i mean (actual quote here) '*talking about somehing in the future tense* oh but first we have to convince kristen to stay'#and the question of 'is the ticket already booked?' which yes it is and was over 2 weeks ago #sure theyre relatively normal questions and comments but from my past experiences theyre a bit laced with a form of controlling vibes #idk if that explains it right but the fact that those sentiments were among the first questions asked after the why question is telling #theyre both nice people on the surface and relatively fun to hang out with but not on an extended basis #just not my vibe most the time especially in a living situation

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Going without a bra in your spider suit because you only need to report to Miguel and then your changing so why bother? Completely forgetting that you have your nipples pierced, meaning Miguel can see the barbells and your nipples through the skin tight suit. He’s going feral: both because of the image of them and that someone else would have had to see your naked breasts in order to pierce them.

you were pierced where? — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). oml—hfndkkkdkkem.

miguel was busy, staying distracted with the nearing mission as he listened to lyla. but the moment you walked in, all suited up and ready, his hard gaze and body simultaneously tensed and widened. because what were wearing? your spider suit, yes. but it was what was poking through that caught miguel’s attention. his eyes grew fixated on your tits as you walked in alone, and oblivious. he quickly waved lyla away, jumping down and stepping closer to you.

“what are you wearing? or should I say…what aren’t you wearing?” miguel speaks slowly, and lowly. you glance down at yourself. he’s seeming to really focus in on the fact that your nipples look pierced — the metal bars poking through. you had chosen not to wear anything under your suit today. it was only going to be you and miguel. you glance back up at him. “what? it’s just you this mission.” you say, thinking it’s about the ‘no bra’ situation. but miguel isn’t focusing on the fact that anyone else could see you, because someone else has seen you.

he steps much closer, his gaze hardening again. “when did you get them pierced?” he asks, his teeth grinding. you look down again. “oh…” you drift off. “a few days ago.”

“a few days ago?” miguel reiterates harshly. “and you…what? didn’t think to tell me?”

“well i was gonna tell you. i am telling you. right now.” you smile, and miguel’s lips twitch in a snarl. “no no, you can’t just decide that.”

“what do you mean — ” but your words are dying off because miguel is now breathing over you. his towering position actually making you gulp. “who did it?” he asks.

and his almost calm tone is making your breathing increase. “uh…someone who does piercings…” you say, eyeing him. “look, miguel, it’s not that big of a de — ”

“who. did. them?” miguel interrupts, his red eyes nearly making you flinch. “i didn’t catch his name.” you mutter, moving to bypass miguel. “now, don’t we have a mission — ”

miguel’s hand is now tightly wrapped around your upper arm, halting your movement. “his?” he asks slowly, as you move to step away again, only earning miguel to yank you back into his chest, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “a guy pierced them?” he double checks the fact that is making his claws itch to sink into something. “a professional did.” you point out, grabbing his wrist to remove his hold.

when he doesn’t shift you instead decide to quickly lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips as a small distraction. that gives you a moment of looseness in his wrist, for you to take his hand away, but then miguel is slipping his hand to the back of your neck, drawing you back in for a more heated kiss. his lips drawing you even closer as he nearly snarls past your teeth, tongues clashing.

but then you’re drawing back and miguel has the urge to sink his fangs into your bottom lip, because why were you moving away?“miguel, we’re working.” you quietly say, darting your gaze around as if you’d see gaping spider-people. but miguel is leading you back, the empty office exactly that. empty. his hands are now purchased around your waist, pulling your lower body against his.

“are you sure you can’t give me a name?” miguel has started placing sloppy kisses along your jaw, as your back hits the wall. “hm?” he’d ruin the guy who touched you. he needed something to sink his claws into with all this pent up jealousy. “i told you…i didn’t catch it…it’s not like we grew close — ”

“but that’s exactly what you were.” miguel interrupts, grabbing part of your neck and jaw again as his breath hits your slightly parted lips. “…close. he was especially close. touching you.” his fangs are now visible with how much he spat the words. “that’s what they do, miguel.” you try to console.

“he stayed professional — ” he keeps cutting you off, mouth now up close and open against your own. “but they’re mine, cariño…mine to touch, mine to play with…” his clawed hand moved to trace over your spider suit covered nipples, feeling the metal bar, as you flinch a fraction.

“aw…” he coos. “they feel hard, cariño…” then he’s leaning towards your ear. “were they hard for him?” you shake your head. but miguel persists. “of course they were. i know how sensitive you can be. and by someone touching them, you would have started to feel…hot…down here…” he runs two claws down your stomach and over your pussy, making your hips shift.

“…isn’t that right?” your breathing is shallow, as he goes to rub experimentally through your suit, his lips now re-attaching to your skin, drawing the edge of your suit down to lick at your neck, making your pulse quicken. “next time you want help involving things like this…” his claw dragged back across your nipples. “…you’ll come to me.” he grabs your chin again, forcing you to agree. “won’t you?”

you quickly nod, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. miguel’s lips finally curve up in a smile. “but since he got to see you all flushed and turned on…i get to see you writhing and spread open under me…that’s sounds about right, doesn’t it?…yeah.” miguel moves your head in a nod, before his hand is dropping back to your throbbing pussy. “there’s a good girl…”

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jjk men w gf who’s overly sensitive and they said something that hurt her feelings? ^___^

FALLING INTO ARGUMENTS?!

featuring: megumi fushiguro. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji. geto suguru.

n. nonnie, allow me to spice your req a bit by make them getting into arguments which hurts your feelings in the process. sorry it took a longer time to write this cause i really don’t want to mess their characterization on this one t—t you also didn’t say i need to end it with comfort so…

GOJO SATORU.

the atmosphere was heavy with tension, as if every breath you took stirred up a storm of unresolved emotions. the soft glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, accentuating the lines of frustration etched into gojo satoru’s face. his piercing gaze fixed into yours, a silent challenge hanging between both like a veil of uncertainty.

as you stood before him, the weight of his dismissive words bore down on you like a crushing weight. it was as if every syllable was a dagger aimed straight at your heart, each one leaving a deep, painful wound that threatened.

you cried out, "i can help, satoru," your voice quivering with a mix of hurt and desperation. "please, just let me help you."

however, his reply felt akin to a blow to the face. "i don’t need your help, alright?" he yelled, his voice snapping like a whip. "i've got this covered myself.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, filling the space between you guys with a palpable sense of defeat.

you begged, your voice almost audible, "but satoru, we're supposed to be in this together. i thought you trusted me. isn't that what relationships are built out of?”. nevertheless, his expression remained impassive, a mask of indifference that hid the pain lurking beneath the surface. “trust has nothing to do with it," he replied, voice colder than you had ever heard it before. "i do better alone."

with those comments, the abyss between you and gojo deepened, threatening to swallow both whole. then as you turned to leave his room, the weight of his rejection settled like a stone in your gut, leaving only a hollow ache and the bitter taste of regret.

the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat. every fiber of his being screamed for him to go after you, to swallow his pride and beg for your forgiveness, but something held him back, he didn’t want to pull you into his mess any further.

with a heavy sigh, gojo sank into his chair, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he let out a long, ragged breath. the weight of his actions settled on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating him with its suffocating embrace.

tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let himself break down in the face of his own weakness. he had always prided himself on his strength, on his ability to handle any situation with ease and confidence, but now, in the aftermath of this argument, he felt more vulnerable than ever before.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

"are you okay, megumi?" you asked softly as you reached out to touch his shoulder.

his usually calm demeanor was replaced by a tense energy that crackled in the air, setting your nerves on edge as he flinched away from your touch, his expression hardening as he turned to face you.

he snapped, "i'm fine," in a tone that was unlike anything you had ever heard. "stop asking me that."

the words were like a slap to the face, leaving you feeling with hurt and confusion. all you had wanted was to help him, to ease the burden he carried on his shoulders, but instead, you found myself faced with a wall of anger and resentment.

you tried to protest whilst trembling with suppressed emotions. "you know you can always talk to me, right? you don't have to go through this alone." yet he shook his head, his eyes dark with pain as he pushed you away. "i said i'm fine!” insisted, tone slightly went higher. "just leave me alone."

the tears threatened to spill over, but you just held it down and bit your lips. with a heavy heart, you turned and left his room.

as the door closed behind you, megumi let out a frustrated growl, the sound muffled by the empty room. he cursed himself silently, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as the weight of his harsh words settled heavily on his shoulders.

"damn it," he muttered under his breath, very much thick with regret. "fuck you, fushiguro.”

the memory of your hurt expression haunted him, a reminder of the pain he had caused with his thoughtless words. he had never meant to hurt you, never intended to push you away, but in his fear and uncertainty, he had lashed out without thinking, building walls around himself to keep you out.

now, as he stood alone in the quiet solitude of his room, he realized the magnitude of his mistake. he had pushed away the one person who had always been there for him, the one person who had never given up on him, and now he was left to face the consequences of his actions.

with a heavy sigh, the man sank onto his bed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of the mess he had created. he knew that he needed to apologize, to make things right, but the thought of facing you again filled him with a sense of dread.

ITADORI YUUJI

under the soft glow of streetlights, yuuji and you found yourselves standing at the edge of a heated argument that threatened to consume the bond between you. the cool night air was heavy with tension, each word you and he exchanged hanging in the air like a cloud of unresolved emotions.

"i just wish you would trust me, yuuji." you said, sounding frustrated as you looked for any indication that he might understand.

however, he shook his head, his expression stubborn and closed off. "i do trust you, but this is different. i need to handle this on my own, babe.”

his remarks pierce deeply. it seemed that he was shutting you down even though all you wanted to do was to help him. you looked at yuuji and said, "i can't just watch you struggle."

"just, give me some time alone, okay?”

the hurt in his voice mirrored your own. as you watched him walk away, the sting of his words lingered like a bitter taste in your mouth. just as you turned to leave, you heard him call out your name, his voice filled with panic and regret. "wait! baby, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it like that."

you turned back to face him, the ache in your chest easing slightly at the sight of his vulnerability. in that moment, you understood that beneath his tough exterior, he was just as scared and uncertain as you were.

"it's okay, yuuji," you calmed him down, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "we'll figure this out together."

GETO SUGURU

you couldn't stand idly by as suguru pushed himself into further depression from time and time again, and tonight, you had finally reached your breaking point.

"suguru, you need to take better care of yourself," you begged, tinged with frustration and concern. "you can't keep treating yourself like this."

“is there really nothing i can do to help you?”

only he scoffed at your worries, waving off your concerns with a dismissive gesture, expression stubborn and unyielding. "i'm fine, babe.” with a deep sigh, geto suguru pointed out, "and what would you know about my problems, huh?" he reacted with resentment.

those words cut deep, leaving you mourning with hurt and disbelief.

"suguru..” you claimed, “do you really think i would just stand there as you destroy yourself? when you mean so much to me?”

his eyes softened at your words, a flicker of regret passing over his features before he shook his head, expression hardening as he turned away from you. "i don't need your help," he spat.

“i can take care of myself."

the finality of his words hung in the air like a heavy weight, crushing the last vestiges of hope that lingered in.

"fuck, i'm sorry," he murmured right before you decided to walk away. "i didn't mean to worry you."

“i, i just don’t know what to do with myself. shit, i’m so sorry.”

you turned back to face him, tears welling in your eyes as he crossed the room to pull you into a tight embrace. his familiar arms curled around you, providing comfort and warmth despite the tension. you could feel his heartbeat against yours, a rhythm that expressed both guilt and tenderness. at last, words were unnecessary as you allowed the quiet to envelope both, saying more than any apology could.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

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fangswbenefits · 1 year

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Ao3 . Ko-fi

ASTARION

⤷ Book - Astarion comes across an interesting book and decides to share the knowledge with you. Quite literally.

⤷ The Arrangement (on-going series): masterlist

⤷ Lockpicking - You ask Astarion to teach you how to lockpick and things get... out of hand.

⤷ Pointy Ears - You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his body…

⤷ Curiosity - Astarion wishes to satisfy his curiosity when it comes to breastfeeding... and comes up with a proposition that is mutually beneficial.

⤷ Oral Fixation - Astarion is quite sure you are going to drive him insane from how adorable and clueless you are when eating those juicy fruits around him... and he just has to do something about it.

⤷ Unexpected - Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.

⤷ Breathe - Astarion is more than eager to show you the perks of not breathing.

⤷ Questions - Your curiosity drives you to ask Astarion a very unexpected question, and he's more than happy to give you a proper reply.

⤷ Patience - You are too eager to ride Astarion, and he proposes a solution to your impatience. After all, experience is the best teacher and impatience its fiercest enemy.

⤷ Backfire - You should have known better than to make Astarion jealous, and now you are left to deal with the consequences.

⤷ Reading Session - Astarion walks in on you reading a rather suggestive book, and far be it from him to interrupt your learning process.

⤷Trance - Astarion is having a hard time trancing, and you offer to help him out in more ways than one.

⤷ Fever - You're running a fever, and Astarion offers to cool you down… only to make things a whole lot worse.

⤷ Everything - You're used to staying still whenever Astarion feeds on you. This time, he wants you to feel everything.

⤷ Comfortable - Astarion walks in on you in a rather compromising situation. Naturally, he offers to help, but then you ask him to promise you something that he was not expecting…

(LINKS ARE CURRENTLY NOT WORKING - I'LL FIX THEM SOON 🙏)

MIGUEL O'HARA

✫ 18+:

⤷ Tension - Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwards…

⤷ For Science - There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguel’s venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?

⤷ Intimacy - Lack of intimacy after childbirth can weigh a relationship down. Thankfully, Miguel always finds new ways to keep the spark alive.

⤷ Perfect Morning - Miguel’s definition of a perfect morning involves a comfortable bed and being buried deep inside you.

⤷ Comfort - Miguel has been having nightmares as of late and seeks a level of comfort only you can provide.

⤷ Breakfast in Bed - Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.

⤷ Stress Relief - Peter B. Parker should know better than to swing by unannounced.

⤷ Sharing is Caring (I) - (II) - A mission has both Miguel and you sharing a room… what could possibly go wrong?

⤷ [COMPLETE] (0) Sweet Girl , (1) Frustration , (2) Suit Up , (3) Obsession , (4) Consequences , (5) Discovery , (6) Double-edged Sword , (7) Confession , (8) Devotion - Miguel’s desire for you has been taking a toll on him, and he really has no other option…

⤷ Second Intentions - You’ve been tense lately, and Miguel offers a massage. Quite thoughtful of him… except you know exactly why.

⤷ Tracking - You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you… and him.

⤷ Gentle - Miguel shows you how gentle he can be during your pregnancy and how worthy you are of it.

⤷ Backfire - The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesn’t do simple.

⤷ Side Effect - Miguel has been acting off lately and you find out why… the hard way.

⤷ Stubborn - As far as you’re concerned, you just want to stay in bed all day, admiring Miguel’s glorious chest.

✫ Fluff/Comedy/Comfort/Hurt/Angst/Misc:

⤷ Memories - You are ready to tell Miguel he is going to be a father… but he isn’t.

⤷ Revelations - Miguel asks you to keep a secret, so naturally everyone is about to find out.

⤷ Solution - Period cramps always leave you feeling miserable, so Miguel offers a solution.

⤷ Tiny Spider - Your daughter has a few questions, and you suspect Miguel might just open a portal to another dimension.

⤷ Another Chance - You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.

⤷ Broken - You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.

⤷ Family - Miguel is a natural when it comes to being a father.

⤷ A Series of Firsts - You and Miguel are ready to become parents and you must now go through a series of firsts together.

⤷ Appreciation - Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his body…

#astarion #miguel o'hara

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flamingpudding · 10 days

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Bat dad meet Ghost dad

Several years earlier....

"JAAAAAAZZZZZZZZ!" Danny flew excited through the Ghost Zone with a little kid in his arms rushing past some of his former rogues as he made a B-Line for his sister that happened to be in the Zone too, currently in a deep conversation with Frostbite about something Danny hadn't cared to pay attention to long enough. But right now he had exciting news he really wanted to share with his sister. Even now as adults Danny tented to live out his childishness whenever he could especially when he and his family went into the Ghost Zone.

The Halfa came to a screeching halt as he grined brightly at his sister who looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, slightly amused at her younger brothers giddiness. "What is it Danny?"

"I got a son now!" Danny declared happily holding up a young ghost teen by the armpits into his sisters face.

The 'son' in Danny's hands stared at Jazz blinking owlishly as if the teen boy still needed a moment to catch up with what was going on and Jazz blinked back at the ghost and then at Danny. That was not a child but a teen ghost. Going by the size the kid was probably around 14 or 15 and he looked very much traumatised and Jazz could not tell if that was because of Danny or because of how the teen possible died.

"Danny what did you-" Her brother did not let her finish her question as he started rambling excitedly.

"He is a baby ghost Jazz! Look how young he is! I found him floating around aimlessly, his hunt hasn't even fully formed yet and when i picked him up there was that instant connection! You know the same-"

"Danny."

"I have with Clockwork and Pandora! I instantly knew he was mine! Mine to protect! Mine to guide! When I saw him I swear I just knew, I ghost adopted him the moment I made contact! He is family Jazz-"

"Danny."

"I just know he belongs with us! Look at him and tell me he doesn't have Fenton charms! I am sure Dan and Dani will love him too! He is such a cute little ghost! There is so much I can teach him! I will be the best dad ever to this wonderful little baby ghost! And-"

"Daniel William James Fenton!"

Danny bite his tongue instantly silenced when Jazz pulled out the full name call. Both him and the teen in his arms stared at her a bit shell shocked and in that moment Jazz couldn't help but hide a small amused smile at how similar Danny and the teen in his arms looked when they stared at her.

"Did you explain any of this to him?" She indicated to the teen, who's name she by the way still didn't know. Danny at least had the curtesy to look a little ashamed as Jazz pointed that out and let go of the teen so they could float on their own. She sighed with a fond smile before looking at the teen that looked a bit unsure between her and Danny now.

"What's your name?" She asked them with a friendly and encouraging smile.

"Jason...."

Current time...

Jason was in a little bit of a predicament. Originally he really thought he never would end up in this kind of situation espacially since he didn't think he would patch up things with Bruce any time soon. But we'll here he was...

Life liked proofing him wrong.

Like with he fact that Jason could use a ghost wail in dire situation. And that something like that would naturally call his ghost dad onto the scene since he collapsed after it.

And like with how he woke up in the bat caves med bay with both Danny and Bruce standing over him and glaring at each other. Or at least he thought they were glaring at each other that looked like a pretty annoyed stare in his eyes from Danny and Bruce's jaw was really tense from what was visible and not covered by his cowl.

So all Jason could do was endure at the moment. Aaaaand refuse to make eye contact with any of his present siblings. Mainly Dick because he wasn't sure how to interpret the others' smiles. For a moment Jason wondered if he could hide out in his ghost-dad's castle in the Ghost Zone for a while until whatever storm was brewing with Bruce was over.

There was also a moment in which Jason wondered if there could have been anything done to avoid this... confrontation(?). Before feeling the need to face palm because his Aunt that sort of has been giving him free therapy told him repeatedly that communication was key. He never regretted not listening to her more than he was right now.

To be fair. Communication with Bruce espacially hadn't been his strong suit for a while now before and after his death.

"So you are his Bat-Dad?" Jason did not like the way Danny, his ghost dad was using the word 'dad' right now. Oh good was he trying to challenge Bruce?

"And you are his Ghost-Dad?" Bruce grunted, oh now Jason was sure Bruce was giving Danny a glare, and Danny was getting that protective look in his eyes Jason was all to familiar with from his time as a dead baby ghost.

He groaned loudly sinking lower onto the medbed. Why did these things always have to happen to him? At least he was lucky that his Ghost Aunt and Uncle didn't show up too.

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stress relief

roommate!jake. 2.4k words. smut with a perverted jake sim ft. ??

“show me your tits.”

“what the actual fuck sim?”

“i said what i said,” the man says so nonchalantly from the couch, a smug grin on his face. the one you swore you were going to punch hundreds of times before.

what started out as a peaceful saturday for you to study for the upcoming finals, turned into an entire afternoon full of your new roommate’s bullshit. the man had come home early - for once in his life - and decided to blast a horror movie in the living room.

you knew living with a roommate would be full of compromises but he also knew you were studying and setting the tv volume level at 70 for hours was a bit ridiculous. the man himself was already enough of a distraction as it was.

“show me your tits and i put the volume down. it’s a win win situation for the both of us.”

you could only laugh at the proposition, if you could even call it that. the audacity this man had to even suggest a thing but what did you expect, this was jake sim after all. the fuckboy-est fuckboy of them all.

“you’re an idiot. i’ll just go study somewhere else.”

you were back in your room before he could even open his mouth, not wanting to continue such a conversation with the man. you were already stressed out over finals and with the heavy storm outside, you really didn’t need jake’s antics right now.

jake sim had moved in after your last roommate three weeks ago and well... it had been hell for you since.

you weren’t exactly the shy type but jake sim was something else. not only would he blatantly flirt with you 24 hours a day but the man had a serious staring problem as well. sometimes you’d feel him watch you from across the room, other times he’d gawk at your legs like they were there for him to look at.

... which they sometimes were but he didn’t need to know that!

you’ve had to fight back so many times to not give in, to not give into his shameless advances... to not get on your knees for him because the last thing you wanted was to get involved with your roommate.

“why leave the comfort of our wonderful apartment, especially with the storm outside,” your roommate’s deep voice knocks you out of your thoughts, making you turn around to see him leaning against your door frame, “my offer stands, sweetheart.”

“i’d rather be out there in the storm than in here with you.”

“you know that’s a lie, you’d very much prefer to be here with me,” he laughs as he says so, mockingly. you watch as he gradually walks over to you, cornering you back against your table with that exact same annoying grin on his face from earlier.

your breath hitches when he leans in even closer, almost closing the very necessary gap between your bodies. you’re now very aware of his gaze’s direction and it’s not at your chest where it usually is, it’s at your lips. a smirk dawns his face at your tense reaction, the man obviously enjoying the effect his simple words has on you, “why are you so flustered roomie?”

“i’m not. now- now move. i need to go.”

he doesn’t say anything but is still fixated on your lips and it’s making you more nervous than ever. you just pray that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating right now because you’d never be able to live that embarrassment down.

“can’t blame a man for trying.”

“you’re unbelievable sim,” you push up against him, sending the laughing man back a few steps as you hurry to grab your bag and leave the room before you do something you’d regret.

“sweetheart.”

you choke at the pet name, again, your feet stopping mid hallway almost immediately to his call. you know he’s behind you, his much taller frame so intimidating and presence one you can always feel from a mile away.

and that god damn cologne he uses. the one that always heightens your senses even when the owner isn’t around.

“what jake?”

“i have a better proposition,” his raised brows are enough to tell you that he’s up to nothing good, that his next few words are probably going to be something only jake sim would ever say. “let me eat you.”

what.

“w- what?”

“well you’re stressed and i wanna eat pussy,” he confesses so nonchalantly, like it’s the most normal thing to say to your roommate or to anyone for all that matters. “a distraction. stress relief. call it what you must.”

as ridiculous as he was, he had a point. a good one too.

noticing your lack of reaction, jake takes the chance to lift you up by the waist and throw you over his shoulders with ease. you’re screaming, startled at his sudden move but that only causes the man to laugh more.

“jake what are you AHH-”

your words turns into a squeal once he throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing amongst the pile of fluffy pillows. there’s no time for you to react because the man is already hovering over, his face now close to yours. his eyes are on your lips, as if silently asking for permission and for the first time since meeting him, this was the only time you wished he just went for it.

“jake-”

“although i can tell from your face that you want me to devour this pussy,” he says, followed by a satisfied grin, “i still got to ask, do you want me to?”

it was the first time seeing jake so serious, his tone and expression the complete opposite of how he usually was. he just never came across as someone who valued consent so much so this was a surprise. a good one.

maybe you had jake sim all wrong.

“i’ll leave right now if you want me to-”

“yes. so do something or i’ll change my mind.”

the instant change on his face is one you don’t miss, or rather can’t miss. it’s as if a switch went on in his mind, going right back to the jake you were so used to.

the pervert.

“relax sweetheart, let jake sim make you feel good.”

you watch as he moves down your body, quickly finding himself a comfortable spot in between your legs to settle in. despite how cold his fingers were on your skin, your body felt hot, every part of you is screaming and impatient for him to do something. literally anything.

“hm pink? how pretty,” he pushes your dress up as he coos, revealing your pink panties that were practically soaked right now.

but damn, what a day to be wearing a dress and cute panties. thank heavens for that.

your mind was too occupied with the fact that this was really happening to realise jake had already slipped your panties off, doing so with such ease. like an expert but are you really surprised?

“i know, i’m thaaaat good.”

you immediately roll your eyes at his non sense, like a habit. but you don’t have time to complain, now becoming very aware that you’re just lying here, pussy on full display to your roommate who’s a little too focused on your bareness for your liking.

it’s crazy how it happened. from wanting to stay away from him, turned into you wanting nothing BUT him.

“can- can you just hurry up sim?”

“patience baby girl. let me do my thing.”

“jake- oh fuck!”

his lips suddenly pressing onto your heat causes your brain to literally melt, everything immediately forgotten besides him. it felt so unbelievably good, your body feels as though it’s on cloud nine and he had barely done anything.

and true to his words, he really is thaaaaat good. to call him an expert pussy eater would’ve been about right but you’re never going to admit that to him. not with that big head of his.

but the way he’s licking you, that god like tongue, really is something you’ve never experienced.

“oh my god oh my god jake-”

“yeah you like that? you like it when i do this-” he kisses your core again, his tongue flicking just enough to get you whimpering and clutching the sheets. it was so evil of him, he knew exactly what he was doing to you and the man continued to do so, painfully slow.

he grips onto your thighs, holding them down harshly when you begin moving about. the grip allows him to shove his tongue even deeper inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to your end. everything was driving you insane. his hold, his mouth, his tongue, the noise... the man himself.

“i can tell you’re close. already,” you could feel him smirking into you as he spoke, as if pleased with himself, “go on, cum for me sweetheart.”

the use of that nickname, along with his quickened licks is what does it for you. whimpers and his name are the only two things on your own lips as you finally reach your high but instead of moving away, the man begins lapping at your juices...

and man what a sight that was.

you’re definitely remembering this scene for when you’re horny and alone later...

“you okay?” you can hear him ask, your mind still hazy and unable to process much at all. that was until his face pops into view again, the man having moved back up your body, hovering over, with his lips now slightly swollen and glistening from the scandalous activity a moment before.

“yeah... i’m okay.”

“you sure don’t look it,” he chuckles, amused by your dishevelled state, “with the way you reacted with just my mouth, i doubt you’ve ever been fucked properly. am i right?”

“well...”

“i can fuck you right sweetheart.”

your eyes almost pop out of your head, his words affecting you more than they should’ve.

silence then overtakes the bedroom as you both stare at each other but no one says a thing. there’s something noticeably different in his gaze, like he’s contemplating, like he’s conflicted and to be fair, you were weirdly feeling the same.

“fuck- can i kiss you?”

you don’t bother replying and lean forward yourself, slamming your lips onto his. the sudden move surprises the man, who looked completely startled, eyes wide. you find it adorable that someone like jake could be so caught off guard and you’re proud that it was because of you.

he finally kisses you back, with desperation, like he wants to taste every part of you. and you let him dominate. your hands find their way around his neck, wrapping around it in order to pull him down closer. it’s a move you definitely know he appreciates with how he’s smiling into the kiss.

“you’re so damn pretty-”

*ring ring ring*

the sound of his ringtone roars from somewhere on the bed, interrupting whatever he was going to say and whatever this might’ve led to. how quick he was to reach for it weirdly irked you the wrong way, irritating you for some reason.

“as much as i’d love to continue this,” the man says without looking at you, too busy with his phone to even see your changed expression, “jake sim has places to go. so the apartment is all yours for the night.”

and without another word, he leaves your bedroom, followed by the front door softly slamming. it takes you a moment to realise that he actually left, that he abandoned you. although he did technically do as promised, this wasn’t how you were expecting your night with jake sim to end.

with you left completely hot and bothered.

you don’t want to be mad, you had no right to, but you are.

without hesitation, you disregard the rest of your clothes and grab your own phone. you didn’t have too much experience with sexting but you knew how to entice a man like jake sim and this was definitely how.

it takes you a few moments to finally press that send button, knowing that you 100% will regret this later. but you couldn’t care less right now, you needed him. and as quick as that sent word appeared next to your raunchy image, the little seen word also appears... but no reply.

did he just... ignore your nudes?

a million things rush through your mind, like how you were going to face him from now on. oh the embarrassment. you could probably avoid him for awhile... but not forever.

“you’re so hot. can’t believe i almost missed this.”

“J-JAKE?” and to your surprise, standing at your bedroom door was none other than your hot roommate, who’s gawking at your naked body without shame, “d- didn’t you just leave?”

“i was going to but then these,” he reaches for something pink from his pocket, something very familiar to you, and dangles it from his finger, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you with these in my pocket.”

“you stole my panties? you’re such a perv sim!”

“i only perv on you sweetheart,” the man makes his way to you, one hand grasping the pink material while the other is now palming the obvious tent in his pants. the sight has you naturally rubbing your thighs together, something jake immediately noticed as well.

he doesn’t waste any time, quickly pulling his shirt over, letting you admire his toned torso that you’ve thought about way too often for your own good. and now that it was literally hovering over you, free to touch as pleased, you swore you almost came to the sight alone.

“the person you were sending those nudes to just then, is one lucky fucker.”

“w- what do you mean sim? i sent them to you.”

“uh no you didn’t sweetheart. you know someone else named jake sim cause i didn’t get them.”

“no... but... i do know someone else named... roommate...” your voice mumbles off as realisation hits you. like a truck. you had named both jake and your old roommate as roommate in your phone. something you forgot to change once he left.

that means...

*ring ring ring*

[INCOMING CALL: roommate]

“oh fuck.”

to be continued.

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