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【UTR≡CHT】雪の所在と生き止まる水
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【生き止まり】
意味: 生きながらえる。生き残る。
出典 源氏物語 手習
「さばかりにていきとまりたる人の命なれば、いと執念(しふね)くて」
[訳] あれほどであったのに生きながらえたこの人の命であるので、たいそう生命力が強くて。
古語では「生き残る」という意味になるそうです。
「生きの音留まる=息の根止まる」という歌詞が「生」と「死」の対になっているのでしょう。
歌詞の「♪不透明な街」の「街」という漢字は、
“「十字路」の象形と「縦横の線を重ねた幾何学的な製図」”から成り立っているそうです。
人それぞれの行く末がバラバラで見通すことが出来ないということを「消えとし消える」で表現していると思いました。
この消えるの「消」の文字もさんずいに「肖(あやかる/似せる)」で、似たような人の群れが不透明な水の粒(霧)の中に溶けて見えなくなっていくことを指しているのだと思いました。
ただ、毎日すれ違うだけの縁の人達が、各々の方向で白い世界に溶けて見えなくなるという何とも儚い情景ですね。
テーマが『駅(プラットホーム)からの行方』だと思うので「生き」と「行き」をかけてるのは言うまでもなく、更に冬の季語である「雪」も歌詞に出てきているので冬の季節での移動になります。
この「雪」と言う漢字なのですが、「雨」と「ヨ」で成り立っています。
このヨの字が国鉄貨車の車両形式の車掌車を表しているかも知れませんし、
頭端式ホームの「ヨ」の字にプラットホームが形成された場所かも知れません。
“頭端式ホーム(とうたんしきホーム)とは、始発駅、終着駅、又はスイッチバック駅において、線路終端側に向けて旅客流動のある(改札口や階段等がある)プラットホームのことをいう”
なので、「♪偲ぶ情景」は雪の降ってる日ではなくて、雨の降っている日の車掌車か頭端式ホームなのかなと思いました。
また「♪ひらりひるがえり」の部分はスイッチバック駅のことを言ってるのかも知れません。
前回、その駅は出雲市駅ではないかと考察したのですが、
近くにスイッチバック駅である出雲坂根駅がありました。
この駅の近くに「延命水」という奥出雲穴場があるそうです。
「延命水」は島根県名水百選にも選ばれている名水で、冬は温かく、夏は冷たい湧き水なんだそう。
多分、この水を飲んで「生き止まった」のかもしれませんね。
もしこの生き止まりの世界に延命水が存在するのであれば、どういう意味で捉えるかは自由ですが「消えとし消える」にかかって来るかもしれませんね。
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save me, embrace me
#orv spoilers#so sorry to the folks who follow me on all platforms but once again i am promoting Save Me by bai sha jaws. It's a good song#orv#orv fanart#omniscient reader fanart#omniscient readers viewpoint#omniscient reader#kim dokja#kdj#doksoo#han sooyoung#hsy#crit's art: orv
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Sigs make interesting bodies for themselves sometimes 🙏
#rain world#no significant harassment#assembly#3sig+#this body is designed and produced substantially post assembly into the 3sig+ timeline#it's intended as a mobile bioengineering bay capable of producing neuron flies for iterators who have a shortage or who can't make their own#it has a technological version of centiwing flight and can get around very quickly#and is an effective hunter. meat fuels its mostly biological body and allows it to produce more neurons#sigs who pilot these platforms will find themselves deadlier than usual as they did a pretty good job with the body's hunting instincts#this is good because my sigs are usually ass at fighting#the body starts out the size of the largest regular centipedes but can molt and grow larger as it ages#i imagine with time they can get a good bit larger than a red centipede#this is definitely the most visually intimidating body a sig has designed so far#they usually prefer cuter or lower key forms#bug#insect#arthropod#centipede
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today i have been kind of like oh god the tasks are endless and consuming -- the tasks are not endless and consuming, the tasks just all involve detailed organization and aesthetic curation which are talents i was not blessed with and skills i have never cultivated so i've been staring at various shelves and boxes of art supplies like Now What all day. at least the art supplies i can kind of muddle through with the help of pinterest but the curios, which i've been stuck on for like two weeks, are like ok is it visually balanced to put two novelty barracuda pucks next to the laughing buddha. the barracuda don't really make me feel zen tbh. at least with christmas decorations i put off so long dealing with that now i can just put them up ig...not sure it's the best use of my money to buy a teal colored christmas tree but what if it is :/
#we also took a little detour on linkedin#and i found the STUPIDEST evangelical job#i was like i could do this in my sleep but the problem is the minute anyone asks me to evangelize on purpose i'm just like#what works for me does not work for everyone idk man do whatever brings you calm and don't worry abt it too much#and evangelical christians hate that shit so idt i'd pass the interview process#SHOULD i get a teal christmas tree. what if i got toxically into making my own ornaments out of all the free shit i've gotten from bay area#sports teams in the past 5 years that is all in a box under my bed#[my family's voice] what if you got toxically into jobhunting instead#the problem is i have applied in different industries so my cover letters which are usually very good are getting chaotic#i owe. SO many people emails and responses on like every platform but i told myself i have to fix the art supply and curio situation#before i can dig into the equally time consuming but way more fun stuff#because i gotta vacuum 😭#fresno oilers.txt
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Alright, who stole one whole, big staircase...? 🤨
#palia#palia game#palia open beta#sharky's stunning skills at gaming#I thought it was maybe just something on my end that failed to fully load#but I jumped instances 3-4 times in a row and the stairs would've been always missing 🤔#Methinks accessing the northern forest in Bahari bay from the flooded fortress has become a bit of a challenge...#one can still do a very little climbing on the rocks on either side and then hop onto the “platform”
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#san francisco bay area#bay area rapid transit#bart train#train#train platform#skyline#gray sky#fog#clouds
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Sometimes you get demos so good you're surprised when they come to an end.
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i wish social media was still fun. lol.
#assholes and trolls have always been online but there's this genuine undercurrent of hate right now on every platform#i am however addicted to phone so i keep blasting this horrible stuff into my mind 👍#baying into the night
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Keep getting the temptation to return The Apps but thankfully the thing I call my bedroom makes me immune
#had two dreams this week about meeting the love of my life on a subway platform#like not the same platform or person#maybe i just need to hang out at bay and bloor and wait for the magic to happen
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Bedroom Master Dallas Mid-sized traditional master bedroom idea with carpeting and a gray floor, gray walls, and no fireplace
#bedroom tray ceiling#beige arm chairs#master bedroom bay window#hers and his#upholstered beige platform bed frame
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Reasons To Use Whill Power Chairs in Appleton and Green Bay, WI
Mobility challenges can affect one’s mind when a physical disability curbs freedom. Sure, one can always opt to install an elevator or a stair lift at home, but trying to travel for work and leisure becomes difficult indeed. It makes sense to check out the range of mobility aids available. It is advisable to settle for an electric wheelchair instead of a mobility scooter today. With benefits galore, the top-rated Whill power chairs in Appleton and Green Bay, WI, are considered the best for individuals keen to go outside despite experiencing mobility issues.
Yes! An electric wheelchair is known alternatively as a power chair, with no apparent differences between the two. Some of the features that are advantageous for users have been highly appreciated. The gains observed by the consumers include the following:-
· Efficiency- The power chair can be folded easily to attain a compact size. It can thus be stored inside any vehicle and then unfolded when the user hopes to travel independently. It is pleasing to experience the lightness of the power chair, which is a huge plus compared to a traditional mobility scooter. The modern batteries utilized for powering up the chair are also lightweight and preferred for their functionality as opposed to heavy lead-acid batteries. The batteries are allowed to be carried on flights making them one of the safest options today. The ability of the power chair to retain optimal charge for an extended period makes it one of the best ways to travel, regardless of mobility challenges.
· Small Turning angle- Using the power chair is convenient in narrow spaces as the chair is capable of turning within a small circle. The tiny spaces and narrow alleyways are no problem when the user goes shopping or tries to move inside an enclosed area. The easy maneuverability makes it simple for an elderly or disabled individual to explore new places and indulge in leisure activities.
· Safety- The foldable power chars from Whill are manufactured out of durable yet tough materials. Thus, the user can expect it to last several years, even when used extensively. The chair continues to function perfectly regardless of the surface it travels on. One may thus safely use it on paved roads, gravel, grass paths, and dirt roads without fear of falling.
· Comfort- Much experimentation and hours of research have been conducted to create the best possible seat for the consumers of a power chair. Being seated in the driving seat ensures 100% comfort, with the knees, legs, and shoulders being positioned perfectly. The user has no complaints about experiencing pain in the compromised limb or niggling aches afterward. Besides, one does not have to remain hunched over a steering wheel as is the norm in mobility scooters
The Model F from Whill is regarded o be a top-notch power chair today that has received much appreciation worldwide.
Installation of vertical platform lifts in Mauston and Peoria ensures indoor & outdoor accessibility and is favored over ramps.
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Platform 2
#platform 2#bart#bayarea rapid tranait#bay area#public transportation#streeetphotography#sanfrancisco#Antioch#daily city#the city#the town#art photography#photography#oakland
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Steam Next Fest - Bionic Bay
I played Bionic Bay this week. Steam NextFest is back up and there are lots of demos to sift through and I have to say that I am already impressed by this game's phyiscs based platforming. It is really quite fun. #Indie #Platforming #SteamNextfest
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Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.
This is the trend I'm talking about
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/
Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙
🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢
💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡
Word Count: 917
CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.
TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…
Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…
🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢
💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?
💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.
💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)
🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢
❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.
❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.
❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.
🐢💜Donatello💜🐢
💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).
💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.
💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.
🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢
🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.
🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.
🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.
#sprite writes#fanfic#tmnt#bayverse tmnt x reader#tmnt x reader#tmnt bayverse x reader#bayverse leonardo#bayverse raphael#bayverse donatello#bayverse michelangelo#bayverse leo x reader#bayverse raph x reader#bayverse donnie x reader#bayverse mikey x reader#bayverse tmnt#tmnt bayverse#leonardo x reader#raphael x reader#donatello x reader#michelangelo x reader#tmnt 2k14#tmnt 2k16
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Bad mood
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Content: fluff, jealous Miguel, the getting injured trope AGAIN, swearing. hobie and the gang messing around, lyla playing matchmaker
A/N: i got carried away oops. He may be off character im sorry but i really think this man needs some fluff.
“What’s up with her?” Gwen asked, watching as you stomped through headquarters with a frown. “Everyone got their bad days,” Pavitr stated, chomping on his Spiderman 2099-themed burger. “Remind me not to get on her bad side.” Gwen watched as the other Spidermen scurried out of your way. “She could match up to Miguel's bad temper..”Peter stood with an amused smile with Mayday napping in the baby carrier he had on his front.
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You were not having it at all the entire week. You were busy enough with the missions you had and now, you still had to babysit a man-child. Now, you stood in said man-child’s office, watching his platform slowly descend while he kept his back facing towards you like he was in some cliche spy movie and was trying to hide his identity from you. You could almost picture him saying the iconic “I’ve been expecting you” and turned around. You rolled your eyes at the sight of him, your patience thinning with every passing second.
“Hey! Perfect timing!” Lyla waved frantically from her side beside Miguel. Miguel grunted and groaned, waving Lyla away. Lyla popped up in front of your face and you instinctively took two steps back at how close she was to you. “Miguel’s not getting help- again.” Lyla rolled her eyes at the last word. Lyla popped up next to Miguel again, pointing at his side and the blood that was slowly dripping down from the gash. You could hear Miguel curse in Spanish and grunt before turning away from you further in an attempt to hide his injury. You simply closed your eyes, taking a few calming breaths.
“O’Hara. Go to the med-bay.” You stated in a low voice. “I’m fine, Lyla’s exaggerating-” Miguel stopped talking when his eyes met your figure. There was a menacing aura around you, one that Miguel will not admit scared him. “O’Hara” You warned and he shuddered slightly at the mention of his last name. You only used his last name when you were mad at him or trying to annoy him and he doubted it was the latter. You slammed the files you were holding onto the floor. “Lyla, make sure he doesn’t injure himself further. I’ll be back.” You simply said before waltzing right out of his office again. “Will do!” Lyla shouted after you. “Great! You pissed her off. Way to go Lyla!” Miguel said sarcastically as he sat down on the chair while his platform was still in the midst of descending. “Don’t push the blame, Miguel. It’s you she is mad at. I can’t believe you even managed to piss her off! She used to be all smiley and stuff and now she’s acting like you with the permanent scowl on her face.” Lyla nagged.
Miguel’s jaw dropped at your request when you returned. He stared at the wheelchair that you had just pushed into his office. “I can walk perfectly fine.” He insisted, trying his best to stand as straight as possible while holding the cloth to his side. “It was already a fucking miracle you didn’t bleed out while you waited for the stupid platform to descend. You still wanna tempt fate?” You asked, staring at the white cloth that you had brought him slowly turn into a crimson-red cloth. “I don’t- can’t you bring the supplies needed to treat me here? Or?” Miguel trailed off, noticing the glare on your face.
He sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat before he sat down begrudgingly onto the wheelchair.
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Miguel’s face burned in embarrassment while he sat in the wheelchair. His face was almost as red as the bloodied cloth that he was still holding to his side. Judgemental glances were passed around any of the rooms that he passed while you pushed him in the wheelchair. He did try to gauge your reaction but all he noticed was your very tight grip on his wheelchair and scowl on your face. Maybe Lyla was right, you were turning out to be a grump like him.
“Everyone saw that right?” Pavitr’s choked on the fries he was eating, as he watched you push an injured Miguel on a wheelchair. “I- I don’t think I can take him seriously again.” Gwen found it hilarious to see Miguel in a wheelchair acting like a pouty child that had just been scolded but it was also combined with the shock and disbelief of seeing the usual stoic leader sitting in a wheelchair. “Heh, I knew he was scared of her,” Peter remarked. Pavitr and Gwen turned to look at Peter, “Hey, when she’s angry, she’s a force to be reckoned with.” He spoke in experience although Peter will never tell anyone what he did to piss you off. For now, he could only pray that Miguel doesn’t get burned in the flames of your anger. “I’ll help!” A medic immediately came forward when you entered the med bay. Miguel stared intently at you, you sighed, he had only came on one condition. That you were the one to patch him up, you couldn’t even wash your hands off Miguel O’Hara if you wanted to. “No.” You simply said before pushing him off to a private ward.
“Lie down.” You instructed. Miguel did as you told, turning his head so he can watch you put on the gloves and your usual white lab coat you wore when you helped out in the med-bay.
“Dizziness, anything yet?” You asked, the anger in your tone has simmered but is not fully gone. He recognized the tone, it was a professional tone of a doctor. “Um no-?” He frowned, “I already told you- I’m fine-” Miguel stopped again when you took the bloodied cloth from him and his suit immediately covered his skin back up. “Remove the fucking projection O’hara.” You cursed, taking the resources you needed. “You know I’m-” “Just the top.” You answered, pinching the bridge of your nose. Miguel’s suit slowly revealed his skin to you and you had to take a breath. You always forgot that he literally had muscles that seemed to be sculpted by a skilled clay artist.
You heartlessly sprayed the alcohol into his wound to sanitize it. Miguel’s muscles tightened as he groaned, arching his back ever so slightly at the burn. “You weren’t gonna give me a heads up?” He gritted out through clenched teeth. “I thought you would prefer to get it over with.” You stated plainly, hiding the intention that you wanted to get back at him for acting like a child.”Can’t you be more gentle?” He complained when you did your work. You gave him an annoyed look, “I could knock you out.” You suggested. “That may help.” He looked over to you, trying his best to hold back his pained grunts. “I will actually knock you out with my hands to get a few moments of silence.” Miguel remained silent as his fists clenched by his side.
Your fingers traced against one of his old injuries, staring at the abomination of messily done stitches you were sure Miguel stubbornly did on himself. “Fucking hell.” You cursed out loud. “I ran out of drugs” He replied sheepishly, the drug he relied on to help him close the wound instead of stitching a would hold traditionally. “You didn’t think to- I don’t know, visit the Med-bay? In the very headquarters, you set up?” You asked sarcastically.
“It turned out fine,” Miguel argued. “Yeah? And you’re already on the verge of ripping the stitches out yourself.” You snarked. “I don’t even want to know how you managed to angle yourself to stitch this up” Your head pounded with a headache while you redid his stitches.
Miguel O’Hara was a constant headache you couldn’t get rid of.
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When Miguel finally got back to the comfort of his office. He sighed in relief having argued with you about resting in his office instead of the Medbay. “Lyla!” You called out, Miguel still in the wheelchair in front of you. “Yes!” She appeared before you, chuckling at the sight of Miguel. “No missions for two weeks. And make sure he’s in bed by 10pm” you instructed. Miguel clicked his tongue in annoyance as he climbed back into his office chair while Lyla reassured you that she will keep a close eye on Miguel and will inform you if he misbehaved.
When you turned to leave, he held onto your wrist. His grip was firm but not tight enough to hurt you. He suddenly soothed the crease in between your eyebrows when you frowned. You looked at him in disbelief. What the hell is he up to now? “You look prettier without the frown.” He simply said with a soft look. “Are the drugs kicking in?” You asked, still taken aback at his sudden actions. Miguel cursed internally at himself, did he just attempt to flirt? He was way too rusty when it came to this.
“Are you mad at me?” He asked with a soft tone. You closed your eyes, “Just-rest, and leave me alone.” You sighed. “Are you mad at me?” He repeated again, this time with the usual authority in his voice. The tone he used with the other Spidermen. You looked up at him, he didn’t scare you anymore.
“Are you blushing?” You pointed out the pink tint on his cheeks. His eyes widened, “Vasodilation is common when you’re injured no?” He made up an excuse. Miguel smirked lightly when he saw the ends of your lips quirk up slightly. “Sure…” you said, not pushing him further. Even if he wished you did.
“Big boss!” Miguel groaned at Hobie’s voice.
You naturally smiled at Hobie as you returned the two-finger sauté he gave to you in greeting. Miguel noticed it of course, how easily your frown went away when you saw Hobie. “Oh, you left your jumper at my place dear.” Hobie reminded while you walked out. “Shit man, I’ll swing around soon for it. It’s my favorite.” You laughed. Hobie grinned, “I know it is. Even took the liberty to wash it for ya.”
When you left, let’s just say Hobie got the brunt of Miguel’s temper.
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“Miguel!” You called out to him upon entering his office. “Yes, I am not moving around Lyla,” Miguel replied mindlessly. You laughed, in a much better mood than last week. “I’m glad to hear that Miguel!” Miguel’s head turned at record speed, his eyes widening at the sight of you, and how the usual smile you always had seemed to have made its way back onto your face, replacing the frown that you wore last week.
Miguel, he missed hearing his name fall from your lips. Miguel turned in his seat, “Are you feeling better?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He chuckled lightly, pressing on the screens before him. “I’m fine. Like I have always told you.” He replied, his eyes scanning your frame.
Miguel noticed the jumper you wore over your spider suit. He also knew that it was the jumper you always wore, and it may just be the jumper that Hobie mentioned last week. “Why the long face?Mad that you’re stuck indoors?” You asked with a teasing grin. Miguel let out a huff, “You need to focus on the missions.” He stated sternly. “Am I not?” You frowned, you were pretty sure you were on track on your missions. Miguel simply shot you a glance over his broad shoulders, “I don’t think any of the missions require you to go to Hobie’s dimension does it?” He questioned with his eyebrows raised in suspicion. “What I do in between missions is none of your business Miguel.” You folded your arms over your chest in defense. Miguel tried his best to pretend that those words didn’t bruise him by busying himself with the orange screens in front of him.
“Is that jealousy I sense?” Lyla popped out of thin air, teasing Miguel.
“There’s no rule stating that a Spiderman aren’t allowed to go over to other spidermen dimensions right?”
“I thought it was an unspoken rule,” Miguel replied, he knew about how many of the spidermen tend to travel to other dimensions for the fun of it. He understood that his headquarters served as a place of social hangout for the Spidermen and that many of them have formed friendships with each other, meaning that they spent time together in different dimensions outside of missions. He couldn’t bring himself to make it a strict rule that traveling to different dimensions was prohibited. However, it was known to be heavily discouraged and that spidermen would take responsibility for any consequences.
“I’m sorry.” you apologized, pushing yourself off the wall you were leaning on. Miguel closed his eyes, trying to erase the guilt he felt upon seeing the look on your face. You approached him upon seeing that his platform has finally descended. A smirk tugged on your lips as you pulled the wheelchair that was on the platform in front of his chair.
“I made sure he will only move around in that wheelchair and that was enough to keep him in here.” Lyla proudly announced. You bit back a smile at the pink tint across Miguel's cheeks. “I don’t think they will ever get over it.” You laughed, the cafeteria still buzzed with the news upon seeing their boss in a wheelchair.
Miguel was wearing a black t-shirt instead of his usual suit. Miguel naturally lifted up his black shirt for you. “It looks good.” You simply commented, trying your best to not blush at the sight of his body. “It better be.” Miguel snarled. “Then I guess I’m off work early today!” You celebrated, grinning as you pulled his shirt down, your fingertips gracing his muscles ever so slightly.
A look of disappointment flashed across Miguel’s face. You didn’t notice but Lyla did. “Just ask her already.” Lyla rolled her eyes. “Ask me what?” You immediately asked, A curious glint in your eye. Miguel waved his hands frantically trying to shoo Lyla away. “Nothing.” He says.
Lyla groans as she appears on the other side of Miguel. “He’s been dying to find out “ Miguel swatted her hologram away, “Are you and Hobie a thing?” Lyla finally forced out. Miguel’s shoulders slumped in defeat while silence filled the office.
The silence only filled the office for a few moments that lasted way too long in Miguel’s opinion before you burst into laughter. “Me and Hobie?-” Miguel has never felt more embarrassed than now as you kept on laughing at the fact that Miguel thought that Hobie and you were dating. “It’s none of my business.” Miguel cleared his throat. “Why did you even think that?” You questioned, trying your best to hold back your laughter. “Well, he makes you smile and laugh.”
“Miguel, I laugh and smile at anything.” You deadpanned. “He just seems to be able to make you happy even when you’re down,” Miguel stated plainly. “You know? Because you smiled at Hobie despite being grumpy the whole of last week?” Lyla reminded, getting impatient with the pace of the conversation. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you realised what Miguel meant. “Oh, that’s because I was mad at you and not him.” You said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So I was right, you were mad at me.” You nodded. “Can I finally know why?” Miguel’s eyes were boring into yours. You leaned back against the wheelchair, turning your head as you sighed.
“Because I was fucking worried Miguel.” You rubbed your nose with your knuckles. It was a nervous habit of yours. “You were getting injured left and right and then you work non-stop to finish up on the reports. To make matters worse, you even head out for more missions afterward and refuse to let anyone help you. You’re not a fucking machine Miguel, you need the rest.” Miguel’s eyes widened, he never knew that his unhealthy work habits were noticed by you. He kept quiet until you finally met his eyes. “I’m sorry cariño.” Miguel muttered, “I didn’t mean to make you worried.” He says while his hand gently caresses your knee.
A mischievous glint lit up in his eyes. “No, no. I don’t know what you’re thinking but no.” You immediately recognized that look in his eyes. He chuckled lightly, glancing over to Lyla for moral support. Lyla jumped with poms-poms in her hands, egging him on like a cheerleader. “I’ll rest even better and for a longer period of time. Under one condition.” He proposed. You raised your eyebrows at him in question.
“You go out on a date with me.” There, he finally asked you out.
Your eyes widened and your hand immediately went to cover your face in an attempt to hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. The wheelchair you were sitting on slowly rolled backward in your shock. Miguel chuckled, stopping the wheelchair right before it rolls away from him. “You can’t leave me hanging like this cariño.”
“Stop with the cariño, I can’t think properly when you call me that.” You answered flusteredly. Miguel smirked, “And why is that?” You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face so badly.
“Fine, Ok! I’ll go out with you!” You shouted, standing up abruptly from the wheelchair. Your ears were turning red from how flustered you were. The sound of fireworks filled the office thanks to Lyla while you walked out. Miguel trying his best to not laugh at how flustered you were. “See you at 8pm this evening!” He shouted after you just as you walked out in utter embarrassment.
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Bonus: "Miguel will kill you." Gwen stated. The group was gathered around a picture that Hobie was holding, a picture of Miguel O'hara himself pouting while sitting in a wheelchair. "He won't" Hobie shrugged confidently. "Not when the photo is taken by" Hobie gestures to you, bouncing on your feet nervously while you waited for your coffee to be served. "They went on a date?" Peter exclaimed in surprise, Hobie gave him a confirming nod.
"Who on earth started this," Miguel sighed, getting more and more irritated by the second while staring at the noticeboard that was in the cafeteria. You simply laughed at the title. "What is big boss up to this week?" Below it was pictures of Miguel in a wheelchair, him sitting in his office in comfortable clothes and the last picture was a picture of him in a formal western suit with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. The same bouquet that was in a flower pot in your house now.
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