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Me: lucid dreaming is sometimes difficult because my brain fights me for control
Also me: sometimes I get to lead a fascist dictator's cybersoldier into a cybermaze by hacking his eyes and leaving him to bleed out in a dingy slum bathroom :3
#that dream had so much going on also#it was some wild stuff and I wish I could record dreams just for that#it wasn't really anything to write the full thing down but bits and pieces were very neat#the visuals for the cybermaze were like watching the wireframe of the city glitch out#and I was watching through his eyes as it got so glitched it went almost silent and he couldn't find where he came in#really powerful. that's going in a story at some point.#anyway yeah sometimes lucid dreaming's rad#alienwords
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hey! saw your blog n thought u were like super fuckin cool- so yk can I request a vox x wife!teader and vox accidentally forget their anniversary? it's fine if jot, have a good day/night!!
Vox x Reader
Sitting in Hellâs Kitchen, the finest restaurant of Pride Ring, staring at an empty chair across from you, you decide to find out for yourself just where the fuck your husband is today of all days
⢠Vox was zipping through cables and wires all over the house to look for you. He checked your favorite spots first but, to his chagrin, you werenât there
⢠The money making, signature smile he always wore began slipping on one side when his phone buzzed to life, your icon taking over his screen
⢠âDarling! I just got home,â Irritation had his voice glitching, âWhere are you?â
⢠âHm. Late night?â You asked, pettily avoiding the question
⢠âI-? Yeah, yes,â He sighed, slipping back into work mode for a minute, âBack to back meetings and I had to reshoot yesterday's episode becauseââ Minute over, âWait, that doesnât matter! What matters is I wanted to come home to my darling partner and youâre nowhere to be found! Where are you!?â
⢠âOh me? I went out for a bite to eat. An hour ago. There should be a notification somewhere in your planner, why donât you check it.â
⢠Vox huffs and rolls his eyes. He pulls the phone away from his face and quickly swipes through todayâs agenda. Anything regarding you is always his top priorityâ
⢠x/xx/xxxx: congratulations! today is your anniversary! you have a reservation at 8pm!
⢠âFuck.â
⢠âMhm.â
⢠Your phone goes silent. Only half of a second passes before your husband materializes from the wires at the front desk. The panicked expression on his screen is almost enough to satisfy the tornado of emotions inside you. Of course he recognizes thereâs people around and thereâs an image to project so he gathers himself all too quickly
⢠His steps over are hurried and clumsy. He presses a kiss to your cheek that buzzes softly on your skin as he sits down, taking your hands into his own in case you decide to leave. Or throw your wine at him. Or both. âHappy Anniversary, darling!â
⢠Your brow quirks, unimpressed and irate
⢠âI know it seems like I did, but I didnât forget. Look I planned this dinnerââ
⢠âThat you were late to.â
⢠âAnd I have your present right here! Look! I made it months ago just for this.â
⢠A part of you expects a new phone or watch that hasnât hit the market yet. Instead Vox pulls out a thin screen from behind his back (Somehow. Youâve learned not to question how he does that) and forces it into your hands
⢠It scanned your fingerprints the minute you touched it and bloomed to life. For a few seconds it showed you and Vox closer to when you first met, slowly and silently moving as you both laughed. Then it faded and brought a new image of when Vox poured coffee in Valâs lap because he was staring at you. You couldnât help but snort at that one despite trying very hard not
⢠âItâs an electronic picture frame,â Vox explained excitedly, âOnly this one scans and recognizes your favorite memories. I, uh, already put mine in there for you.â His eyes dart away for a moment, a light blush making his screen glow slightly, âDonât let anyone else see this.â
⢠Youâre really torn now and he can clearly see it. As a businessman he wants to go in for the final kill, but as your husband he wants to reassure you
⢠âI didnât forget, not really. I knew I was missing something all day. Iâll clear my calendar next yearâ or tomorrow! We can redo the whole day just you and me!â
⢠You purse your lips together and tilt your head at him with narrowed eyes. Something you did right before you forgave him. âNo work at all? No taking calls from Val or Vel? Not even watching yourself on tv?â
⢠âLet me take care of everything! No one will bother us for an entire 24 hours. Just me and you, my dear. Doesnât that sound nice?â
⢠You give him a final skeptical look before your gaze drops to the picture frame with significantly more fondness. You inevitably give in with a sigh, âFine.â
⢠Vox is standing up and bringing you with him, his claw on your lower back to guide you out of the restaurant, âExcellent! You wonât regret it baby, Iâll make it our best anniversary yet.â
⢠To the host at the front his smile doesnât waver but his voice drops to an octave that leaves no room for arguments, âWeâll be back here tomorrow, same time but weâll take the table by the window instead. You can put that under Vox. Thanks.â
⢠âVox, what are you doing!?â You whisper loudly in disbelief
⢠He doesnât stop, continuing to push you out and onto the sidewalk where a VoxTech limo already awaits. Suddenly his hands are on your shoulders. His eyes meet yours and theyâre devoid of the facade he puts on for everyone else
⢠âWhen something goes wrong at VoxTech, I have to scrap the plans and start all over to get it right. And I want to do this right for you. Iâm going to fix everything, my dear. One hour and Iâll meet you back home with all your favorites.â Despite the tv-ready tone, Voxâs words are coated in sincerity that has you inclined to believe him
⢠You allow him to help you into the limo, âI donât need it perfect, yâknow. I just need you there.â
⢠âAnd I will be! Youâll get both; myself and perfection. Donât I always say you deserve it all?â Vox kisses the back of your hand before closing the door. He stands there with a smile and waves until youâre out of sight
⢠He keeps his word, heâs at home with you 45 minutes later. He brings dinner, dessert and wine, all your favorites, and a few extra presents
⢠The 24 workless hours begin as soon as he walks through the door. He turns off his phone and puts himself on âdo not disturbâ
⢠All he needs is you and youâre right here. Happily sitting in his lap while he feeds you cake, your favorite movie in the background. The sound of your laughter or wine glasses clinking together is a far better sound than his ringtone
⢠(Heâll need a new assistant when he returns to work⌠and someone to repair that window on the 13th floor. Thatâs probably why he has 237 notifications from Velvette and Valentino when he turns his phone on after your anniversary do-over)
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â°(*´︜`*)âŻâĄ OMG YOUâRE SO SWEET!!!! please enjoy!
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Rule No. 19
never fall in love with the same person twice, the second time youâll be falling in love with the memories not the person.
Miguel Oâhara x reader
word count: 1056
synopsis: You were Miguelâs wife in another universe and he just canât come to terms that youâre not his.
a/n: i know a lot of people are asking for part twos of my other stories but i just canât think of anything đ
Your death was a horrible day for Miguel. He easily blamed himself for what had happened to you. Shot twice by a random mugger off the side of the street. And he, Spiderman of all people, couldn't save you. How could he even call himself a hero after that? He held your lifeless body in his arms as he came to terms with the incident.
Miguel wouldnât allow your killer to get away. Chasing him down the block, cornering him in an alley and slowly, almost torturing, beat the life out of him. Miguel tore at his skin with his claws, used all his strength to break his teeth, and practically ripped off the manâs hand from the wrist.
Miguel so desperately wanted him to feel pain he would do anything. But that wouldnât bring you back, and he knew that.
Miguel had fallen in love with you for many reasons. You were beautiful, smart, funny, and the kindest person he had ever met. He knew that if you saw the person he was now you would not have fallen in love with him. When he looks at himself in the mirror he doesnât see the man he once was, he doesnât see the man you loved but a distorted ugly image of that man.
He knew he had changed for the worse but truthfully he didnât care. If changing meant he got what he was after he didnât care how it made him look.
The first time Miguel found you in another universe he was ecstatic. You had a family, a beautiful daughter and a life worth being a part of. âYourâ Miguel had recently died and he thought he could replace him.
âOh, I'm so glad youâre home. I was starting to get worried,â You kissed your husband as he walked through the door.
âIm here,â Miguel whispered as a response.
He didnât know what to do. You were there, in front of him. Alive.
He pulled you in for the strongest kiss he had ever given you. You were slightly shocked but melted into the kiss with such love. Failing to see the tears building up in his eyes.
You were happy, so happy. Until the day it all came crashing down on him. Your world started to collapse within itself, Miguel felt like Atlas trying to hold up the universe on his shoulders. He didnât know what to do, he was lost. Running from an inescapable situation with you and your daughter. You fell to your knees as you were running. You were glitching. Slowly, in the most painful way he could imagine both you and your daughter disappeared from his arms.
For the second time Miguel lost you, and it was his fault. From then on he vowed to only watch you from afar.
âShe isnât yours, Miguel,â Jess reminded him for what? the tenth time today?
âI know that Jess,â he practically rolled his eyes at her.
âYâknow itâs creepy. Youâre basically stalking this girl who has no idea you exist. There are just some things you have to let go,â She offers her advice.
Miguel clenches his jaw at her words.
âI donât need a therapist, alright? Iâm fine dealing with this,â he says.
Heâs had enough of Jess and her advice for today. Even though he wonât let himself interfere he canât help but watch you from the rooftops. He agrees that itâs creepy but he canât let anything else bad happen to you, he just canât.
From everything telling him not to, he swings down to try and get closer to you. He enters the coffee shop you just went into. He doesnât know why. He shouldnât be here behind you in the long line. Itâs not right. Heâs about to turn before heâs greeted with your sweet voice. Your voice that sounds like honey and all the good things on this planet and the next.
âHey, sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering what you usually order? Iâve never been here before and I'm sort of lost,â you giggle. God, he could melt on the spot.
He knows you're lying, of course. Heâs seen you in here more times than he can count. And you always get the same exact thing, every single time. In fact, you refuse to get anything different. He wants to believe youâre asking him as a way to flirt but he canât get attached, not again.
âOh uhm, i usually get their vienna latte,â His eyes flick up to the first thing on their menu, never having gone to this shop himself.
âAnd then their bear claw,â if thereâs one thing he noticed about you itâs that in every universe you love a bear claw with your drink.
âGreat! Iâll get that then!â You smile happily as the barista asks for the next person in line.
He didnât realize how in love with you he really was until he spoke to you all these years later.
âDo you maybe want to sit down together? I know a park nearby,â You approach him after both of you have gotten your drinks.
âIâdâŚâ he trails off remembering Jessâ words. He canât, he shouldnât, no matter how much he wants to. âI donât think I can. Iâm really sorry,â he feels horrible after seeing the look on your face. He wants to crumble up into a million pieces seeing you disappointed like that.
âNo worries then. Itâs okay,â you smile kindly at him. A clear tinge of sadness in your voice.
You walk off leaving him there unsure of his choice. Would one conversation really do anything? Would it tear the world apart like last time? Was he willing to risk it just to talk to you again?
The truth was yes, he was absolutely willing to risk everything for the chance to have you fall in love with him again. But he couldnât do that to you. He stands there, heartbroken for a third time.
Even though he loves you heâs well aware youâre not his, not really. He knows that if he were to fall in love with this version of you it would be compensation for what he had lost. He would simply be trying to recreate something he couldnât have.
Miguel loves you, but he canât have you.
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Mess With Sun, You'd Better Run
Eclipse has been trying to take over Sun's body for the past week...And Sun is having none of it. When night time approaches, Sun decides to teach Eclipse a lesson in the hopes that it would slow his progress. Eclipse will quickly learn how scary Sun can be if you toy with him too much...
This fanfic was suggested by @anxious-lee-ler. Funny fact about this fanfic: I haven't watched through all of the web series, so I got a lot of help and approval from Drew for this fanfic! As a result, I already know he really likes it. I hope everyone else likes the fanfic too!
Sun was ready to lose it. Eclipse had been driving him nuts for the last several hours! It started with little things, like giving him small headaches while gaming with Moon. But it had escalated into trying to take him over while recording videos! Heâd had enough. This has to stop. He hoped some talking and compromising would lessen the constant headache taking the form of Eclipse. He just had to wait until evening took hold.Â
Sun and Moon had just finished recording their episode for the day. They turned off their cameras and put their controllers down. âAlrightâŚâ Sun mumbled.Â
âAlright. I think a nap is in order.â Moon said aloud.Â
âReally?â Sun looked at Moon with surprise.Â
âWhat? Streaming makes me tired.â Moon told him.Â
âSorry, justâŚâ Sun thought for a moment. âSorryâŚYou go have a rest.âÂ
Moon tilted his head. âAre you okay?â He asked him.Â
âMe?â Sun pointed to himself. âOh yeah! Yeah, Iâm fine.â He replied a bit too enthusiastically.Â
Moon stared at Sun for a few moments. â...Uh huhâŚâ He muttered.Â
âIâm okay, I promise!â Sun tried to tell him, showing him a thumbs up.Â
Moon sighed and nodded his head. âOkay. Have a good night.â He told him before heading into the back room for the night.Â
âGood night!â Sun replied, waving to him as he watched his brother leave the main daycare. As Moon disappeared behind the curtain, Sunâs arm dropped to his side. Now was a better time than any to escape into his mind and confront Eclipse.Â
âYou gonna pay me a visit, Sunny? Itâs been foreverâŚâ The voice in his head asked.Â
Sun sighed. âSpeak of the devilâŚâ he mumbled to himself.Â
Sun sat himself down onto the chair behind the main desk of the daycare. With his body resting, Sun shut himself down and went into his inner mind. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a big blur of dark orange in the corner of the room. Â
âWell look who finally showed upâŚâ The blur mumbled with a sneer. He looked annoyed, almost like he knew Sun would arrive to give him hell.Â
âWhatâs the deal with you?â Sun asked.Â
âIâm bored...It gets quite boring here after a while.â He complained.Â
âWhy the headaches?!â Sun spat.Â
âBecause you never let me have any time in the spotlight!â Eclipse yelled back.Â
âAnd what have you done to earn yourself a chance?â Sun asked him.Â
âIâve been silent, compliant, and patient with you. I think that speaks volumes.â He clarified.Â
âThe only thing that speaks volumes is this constant headache that YOU started!â Sun argued.Â
âWell what else am I supposed to do?!â Eclipse argued.Â
âLiterally anything! Anything besides giving me a mind-splitting headache!â Sun shouted.Â
âOkay, then Iâll take over.â Eclipse replied.Â
âNO!â Sun shouted, pushing him away.Â
Eclipse growled and stomped away from him, muttering the word âAssholeâŚâ as he kicked the dirtless ground of the inner code.Â
Sun grunted to himself as he watched Eclipse act like a petulant child. He was getting nowhere with this guy. He looked up and down, trying to figure out what to do with him. How does one stop a glitch from taking over his body? Because if it were him, he would expel Eclipse from his head. Now, normally heâs not the kind of robot to wish a shut down on anyoneâŚbut itâs a little hard to keep yourself passive when youâve been hit with a thundering headache all day.Â
Sun sat himself down for a moment as he stayed lost in thought. There had to be some way to get through to Eclipse. At least, some sort of tactic to buy himself some time. He tried to think of what he would do if Moon had been bothering him. Though, Moon had NEVER stooped so low as to cause him physical pain and psychological torment. Though, there were a few times when Moon would play pranks on him or scare himâŚ
Sun smiled slightly as he remembered those moments. Moon is such an evil prankster. And yet, heâs also quite vengeful when given the chance. The amount of times Moon had tickled him after Sun had tried to prank him back, is impossible to count on just two hands. Moon is a brutal tickle monster when provided an opportunity. And yet when it comes to SunâŚHeâs unbelievably playful and passive. ItâsâŚactually really sweet.Â
âWhat?â Eclipse spoke up.Â
Sun widened his eyes slightly as he looked up at Eclipse. âOh nothingâŚâ Sun replied a little too casually.Â
Eclipse was now staring at him, slightly unnerved. âWhatâŚare you planning?âÂ
Sunâs smile widened just enough to be noticeable. âYouâll seeâŚVery, very soon.â He muttered in an almost villainous tone.Â
Eclipse sighed and laid himself onto the floor. âWhateverâŚDonât care.âÂ
Sun smirked as he saw the perfect opportunity to strike. He walked himself closer. âYou said you wanted something to do, right?â Sun asked.Â
âUhhhâŚYeah?â Eclipse slowly turned his head to look at himâŚonly for him to regret it the second he saw those wiggling fingers.Â
Uh ohâŚ
âI think I have the perfect thing to playâŚâ He heard from Sun.Â
He widened his eyes with slight fear. Oh godâŚ
âHmm? Whatâs that look for?â Sun asked rather menacingly.Â
âŚOh god no⌠âS-Sun?â Eclipse stuttered, the look of fear worsening.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Eclipse?â Sun asked him. He moved a few steps closer. âIs someoneâŚticklish?â He asked.Â
That was all it took. Eclipse did a full 180 turn and booked it like his life depended on it. âSUN, LETâS TALK ABOUT THIS!â He shouted.Â
âNah.â Sun replied in an eerily easygoing tone.Â
Eclipse slowed his running to a stop the moment he realized how far Sunâs voice had been with that last âNahâ. He turned around and was taken aback by Sunâs chasing tactic:Â
Sun wasnât chasing him. He wasnât even running! Sun was skipping! Actually skipping around like a little toddler skipping through the meadows! Any other time, it wouldâve been adorable! But right now? The skipping made things even more anxiety-inducing! Was SunâŚtoying with him?!Â
Eclipse wasnât sure what to do. With Sun just skipping his way around the code room, running felt like too extreme of an action. ButâŚHe couldnât just sit there! He needed to keep away from the crazy daycare attendant threatening to tickle him!Â
The only thing he could think of doing was talking to him. âS-Sun please stop!â Eclipse tried to reason with him.Â
âOh now you wanna reason with me?â Sun asked, pausing for a moment with his usual genuine, yet slightly eerie grin.Â
âYes! Anything to stop you from trying to tickle me!â Eclipse reacted.Â
âTickle you?â Sun tapped his own chin as he pretended to think. âNow why would I do such a thing?âÂ
âI-â Eclipse growled. âYOU TELL ME!âÂ
âHmmmâŚMaybe it was because you were trying to take me over all day.â Sun explained in an off-hand way. âOr maybe it was because of the overwhelming headache I had been getting due to someone changing up my coding.â Sun also explained.Â
âI-I didnât know tampering with your code would give you a headache!â Eclipse argued.Â
âHmmmâŚIs that so?â Sun walked himself closer. âY-Y-Yeah! H-Honest!â Eclipse put up his hands in arrest. âP-PleaseâŚâÂ
Sun reached out his arms as he got closer and closer to the different-colored daycare attendant. Eclipse looked super nervous. What does he do?! Is Sun gonna tickle him? Or is he gonna tell him something? Does he run again? Does he reason with him some more? Or does he take it? So many questions, and little to no answers in so little time! Fearing the worst, Eclipse closed his eyes and braced for impactâŚ
âŚ
âBoop!âÂ
âeeEEEK!â Eclipse hugged his side and doubled over.Â
âHo ho HO!â Sun let out in the same signature tone. âLooks like Clipsy IS ticklish!â Sun declared. âThis MUST be investigated!âÂ
In no time at all, Eclipse felt the giggles overwhelm him the moment Sunâs fingers made contact. As Sun would quickly find out, it wouldnât take much to get Eclipse to laugh. Just a few pokes to his thin belly would make him jump and guffaw. That, followed by a few flutters to the neck, followed up by a few scritches to his rays, were all it took to make Eclipse curl up and giggle like a little child. âEEheeheehee! Wahahait! nonono dohohonât!â He reacted, wiggling his rays in an attempt to stop Sunâs nimble fingers.Â
âMy goodness, youâre more ticklish than I thought! Itâs funny, I almost want to forgive you!â Sun admitted.Â
âIhihiâll nehehever forgihihive yohou!â Eclipse shot back.Â
Sun chuckled. âFunny how you think you still have control over me.â Sun teased. âIf you had been more polite, maybe I wouldâve gone easier on you!â Sun sighed. âBut I guess that would be asking too much from you.â He concluded.Â
Eclipse tried to move his rays away from Sunâs agile fingers. But this did pretty much nothing. All it did was give Sun more rays to tickle. âSuhuhun plehehehease-â Eclipse squeaked as he felt yet another ray being scratched. âNAHAHA! DOHOHOHONâT!âÂ
Sun gasped. âOh my god- The back of your rays are worse?!â Sun reacted.Â
âYEHEHEHES! CUT IT OHOHOUT!â Eclipse tried to push him away. âSTOHOHOHOP!âÂ
âOh Clipsy, Clipsy, ClipsyâŚâ Sun dodged his hands and kept on tickling. âYou can push all you want to. I dare you to try and push me off!â Sun added. âBut we both know it wonât work.â He teased.
Eclipse, thinking he could still get away, started covering up his rays instead. Maybe with no rays available, Eclipse couldnât be tickled so vigorously.Â
âGoodness me! What a move!â Sun reacted rather dramatically. âLooks like Iâll have to go somewhere elseâŚâ Sun started to stroke his chin similarly to an adult with a beard. âWhere else should I go nextâŚâ Sun asked aloud.Â
Eclipse stared at Sun. âAre youâŚplaying with me?â He asked.Â
âMe? Playing? Oh no no no!â Sun said in the most playful voice possible. âSun would NEVER play! Especially when it comes to something as serious as a takeover! That would NeVeR happen!â He kept on saying sarcastically.Â
Eclipse was too busy staring at Sun, to fully comprehend his words. But he could very easily read his tone and facial expressions quite clearlyâŚ
And holy crapâŚHeâd never seen Sun act like this before! Not even with Moon! And Eclipse had been observing their relationship from within Sunâs mind for several months now! He was only now starting to take over Sunâs body!Â
âSo why is Sun acting like this with me?!â Eclipse thought to himself.Â
âI thought youâd never ask!â Sun declared, reading his mind.Â
Wait, WHAT?! HE HEARD THAT?!
Sun giggled and raised Eclipseâs chin. âBecause itâs funny seeing you stumble and fall while executing your mission! Youâve been so busy trying to take over my body, that you havenât even taken the time to realize who you were messing with!â Sun declared.Â
Eclipse widened his eyes as an electronic shiver went up his spine. OkayâŚmaybe he underestimated Sun.Â
âOh! And I know what tickle spot to go for now!â Sun declared.Â
Wait, NO!Â
Suddenly, Eclipse felt a hand grip his knee jointâŚand in no time at all, Eclipse felt himself get flipped upside down. âaAH! Sun, stop! What are you doing?!âÂ
Sun giggled. âItâs obvious, really. You are a small part of Moonâs code! Isnât that right?â Sun asked.Â
âY-Yes, but-âÂ
âThen youâd have at least 1 similar tickle spot to Moon!â Sun declared rather happily. But his demeanor quickly changed the moment Sun raised his hand up so he could see Eclipse eye-to-eye. âAnd thatâs perfect for meâŚbecause I happen to know Moon like the back of my hand.â He mentioned.Â
Eclipse tried to knee Sun with his free leg. âDamn you!â He shouted.Â
Sun caught his other knee with no issue at allâŚalmost like he was planning for Eclipse to kick him. Sun moved it out of the way slightly as he made a clicking sound. âThatâs not very nice, is it?â He said, staring into his soul. âPhysical violence? AND bad words?!â Sun lowered his hand and flipped Eclipse around so his face was looking away from Sun. âYouâre just begging for it, arenât you?âÂ
Eclipse gulped. âB-Begging for what?âÂ
Sun laughed as he grabbed slightly below both knee joints with only one hand. âOh! Begging for tickles of course!â Sun declared. âAnd my favorite little tickle spot to go to when Moonâs being extra mischievousâŚâ He brought his fingers closer. â-Happens to be the back of these special little knees.â With that little mention, Sun started fluttering and scratching his evil little fingers against the pit of the right knee first. âRight about here.â He added.Â
Eclipse gasped before throwing his head back with a yelp. He wheezed and covered his mouth, attempting to prevent Sun from getting what he wants: Confirmation. But oh god, was it difficult! The desperation to laugh was almost agonizing! But the last thing he wanted was for Sun to figure out that he and Moon share a tickle spot! Maybe if he holds out long enough, heâll stop!Â
âOh?â Sun looked down, and noticed Eclipseâs hand placement. A little smirk filled his face. Ooooh, he could have fun with this~Â
Sun looked up. âI guess this one isnât very ticklish, huh?â Sun asked, acting none-the-wiser. âMaybe this other knee is worse?â Sun asked as he switched to his left knee pit.Â
Not expecting this change, Eclipse accidentally let out a whimper and a snort. Widening his eyes, he tightened his grip on his own mouth and began to pray that Sun didnât hear him break.Â
Oh, but Sun heard it. He heard it loud and clear. But why let Eclipse know that, when he could continue to toy with him instead? That sounds so much more fun! âLooks like this one isnât very ticklish either!â Sun reacted, moving his fingers away. âI couldâve sworn they could be ticklish!â Sun exclaimed as he stroked his chin.Â
Eclipse let out a slow, but comforting breath. God, that was closeâŚBut did he do it? Did he convince Sun that heâs not ticklish?!
âWell thatâs a shameâŚlooks like I was wrong.â Sun mumbled aloud. âI guess youâre not ticklish there like I thought.â Sun added.Â
Eclipse was flabbergasted. He couldnât believe it! It worked! It actually worked!!Â
OhâŚbut Eclipse quickly realized the truthâŚand it was all revealed to him the moment he felt skittering fingers against both pits of his knees.
âBWAHAHAHAHA!â Eclipse tried to reach up to stop him. âWAHAIT!â He shouted.Â
âSorry Clipsy~â Sun watched Eclipse crash down the moment his fingers moved primarily to the right knee pit. âBut liars donât get to have mercy! At least, not yet~â He teased more.Â
âaAAAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHAMMIHIT!â He threw his head back with a long, slightly evil cackle.Â
âOoooh! So it looks like those eeeevil cackles of yours are more genuine than I expected!â Sun reacted.Â
âSHUHUT UHUP! YOHOHOHOU-â Eclipse screeched as the left knee pit was attacked next.Â
âAh ah ah, Careful of your words, Clipsy~â Sun teased. âWe donât want you overdoing yourself, do we?â Sun warned in a playful tone. And yet, that playful tone almost made the warning sound a lot more intimidating. Whether this was his intention, is up for debate.Â
But all Eclipse could worry about was how overwhelmingly tickly this was. Everything in him wanted to fight him and get out of this as quickly as possible. But the other part of him knew that resisting may make Sun go worse on him. And on another handâŚ
This punishment couldâve been a lot worseâŚHe had to give Sun credit where credit was due. Never in his mind, would Eclipse even think about using tickling to subdue someone. AndâŚOh my god, it actually works! And it almost makes him want to take the idea and use it against Sun. Maybe with this strategy, Eclipse could weaken Sun enough to take control of his body and follow through with his original plan. But for now, Eclipse could feel himself getting tired. So as much as he hates resorting to such extremes, he needs to ask for mercy or beg for him to stop.Â
âHAHAHAHA! SUHUHUN! MEHER-MERCYHYHYHYHY!â He shouted at him.Â
âOh, what was that?â Sun reacted with shock.Â
âMEHEHERRCYHYHY! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!â He yelled to Sun.Â
Sun chuckled and stopped his fingers. âFine, fine. You can have a break.â He gently lifted Eclipse up by his back, and placed him onto the ground of the headspace. âAre you done with your special takeover?â Sun asked.Â
âYeahâŚIâm done.â Eclipse said with a hidden little smirk. Heâs not really done. Heâs just saying what Sun would like to hear, so Eclipse can get away without pushback. âI wonât try to take over.â He looked down more. âYet.â He said in his mind.Â
Though Sun heard his extra word, he still accepted his decision. âAlright.â He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief. Though he knew the takeover would come eventually, Sun was just glad he had gotten the code under temporary control. This would give him more than enough time to come up with other ways to stop Eclipseâs eventual takeover.Â
Sun took over his body again, and turned himself on. He opened his beady white eyes, and looked around the room. It looked like he wasâŚon his couch in their hidden bedroom.
WaitâŚdidnât he shut himself down in the main daycare? Why is he on his couch? How did he get to his bedroom?Â
Sun pulled himself off the couch, and noticed the blue blanket around his chest. And on the blanket, was a note:Â
[Hi Sun. Found you sleeping in the daycare. Guess you didnât make it to bed, huh?
Good night Sun.Â
~Moonđ]Â
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Wisteria
Part three
Pairings: Miguel OâHara x fem!reader
Word count: 1,168
Synopsis: Someone has been running laps around Miguelâs mind.
âWhereâs Miguel???â
This had been the question all week long in the spider society. After ten pm he was gone. For other spiders, this was a normal if not longer time to leave work. But for Miguel, the workaholic rarely left his office. No one could successfully kick him out, not even Lyla. But for some reason ever since he stopped that lizard anomaly from Earth 1829, something about him has been different..
Jess was the first to clock it when she actually saw a smile form on his face. âSomethingâs up.â She told Lyla. âWith Miguel?â âWho else? Heâs been leaving at a normal time and hasnât been frowning as much as he usually does.â Lyla thought for a moment about it, âyou know I have been seeing him a little bit happier latelyâŚâ
She immediately began pulling up his files and stalking through them. Her yellow skin got brighter for a second when she found the reason.
âAha!â She said, fishing out a tiny imaginary digital file and pulling it up.
âAbout two nights ago, he walked this woman, y/n l/n, home to her apartment after successfully taking down an anomaly that was in her area. He met her again last night to walk her home, which is probably the cause!â
They both looked at each other for a second.
âYou donât think heâsâŚ.â âNo! Iâve never seen him like that before..â âMaybe she and heâŚ-â
âMaybe who and I what.â
The two froze and turned around, Miguel right beside them now. His mask was off, with an eyebrow raised and the usual grumpy expression was looking at them.
âMiguel! We were just talking about work-â âSo whoâs y/n?â Lyla asked, almost casually.
Although he didnât move or seem surprised by the question, a small hint of blush formed on his tan skin. Jess noticed it immediately, but kept the thought to herself.
âSheâs a citizen I was helping yesterday.â âAnd the day before? Sooo whatâs up with that?â Lyla says, poking at the already annoyed bear.
âLyla. Stop. Itâs none of your business, I was just helping her.â He then turned to Jess, âItâs not yours either.â âSorry, I guess Iâll get back to work.â Jess raised her arms up in defense, and left the two alone.
âRiiiiight, so whyâd you go back.â
Lyla continued, making Miguel roll his eyes at her in annoyance. ���She said she walks home every night, I was just being Spider-Man and walked her home.â âSo why didnât you just give her a taser and call it a day?â âLyla, I'm not having this talk with you.â He said, and tried to shoo her away, but she went through his hand, staying in her spot around his shoulder now.
âAre you hiding something Miguel?â âNo.â
âThen why does it look ,Ike you got sunburnt on your face.â âWhat? It doesnât! Ugh- Iâm not talking about this anymore.â He stormed off, slamming the door to his office on the way in.
âHeâs definitely hiding something.â Lyla said to herself before glitching off, away to deal with something else.
Miguel stood in his office, looking at different screens.
With anomalies always appearing in different earths, there was always trouble to deal with everywhere. Checking multiple earths through the screens, he accidentally (completely purposefully) checks yours. Seeing nothing but semi empty streets lightly peppered with the usual purple flowers, he becomes curious.
What are you doing right now?
Probably in the book store helping with someone, or just being the kind person you were, but what? He wondered, subconsciously checking on more of your world. He didnât know the Spider-Man who ran it, but after checking his files and the footage of him, he didnât need to.
Although being presented and acting like an eco-friendly and caring hero, the man was really an arrogant and selfish person. After watching some interviews and reading his canon events, Miguel was already sick of the man. Working with the largest corporations in your earth to actually go against the climate instead of helping protect it like he promised and ignoring the people he was supposed to be saving, Spider-Man 1829 was a villain.
Miguel scoffed at the news, of course it had to be your universe. Of course that kind of âheroâ had to be protecting your earth.
He soon fell down a well of his own thoughts, not noticing Lyla popping up next to him until she spoke up.
âStill thinking about that woman?â She asked, propped up on a tiny digital yellow chair the same size as her.
Miguel jumped ( his non-existent spidey sense was always a huge help), âWhat? No!â âThen whyâs her earth's footage covering your screens?â A smug smile plastered on her face, knowing she caught him red handed.
He grumbled, taking it off the yellow holographic screens.
âAnything else you have to say?â âNope!â
And with that, she popped into thin air, leaving the already tired and annoyed Spider-Man even more in the regular feeling she had while working. He sighed, pinching the brick of his nose.
âWhy did I program her like that??â
This was a question he repeated regularly.
Suddenly a message signaling the presence of an anomaly in a different earth showed up, prompting Miguel to go on a mission. He sighed, and turned his mask back on, covering his tan and tired face. He was back in the game.
After two more annoyingly difficult missions, Miguel was back sitting in his office.
Running a hand through his hair, he checked the clock. 9:48. His heart skipped a beat, knowing it was almost time to see you again. He stopped for a minute.
Wait. Whyâd he have that reaction?
He barely knew you, and this was just him doing Spider-Man work. Right? Regardless, Miguel stood up and began to push the coordinates of your world onto his goober. After stepping into the brightly colored portal that appeared in front of him and going through the time tubes to your world, he landed on the familiar concrete.
Immediately clocking the rain that was pouring down, he sighed and quickly went back to hq to find an umbrella for you. Just in case. Miguel fished one out of the corner of his office, and continued on his plan.
He entered earth 1829 once again, and read his clock. 9:57. Looking down from the top of the building he landed on, he noticed the dimly lit lights of your bookstore still on. He remembered you mentioning your interest in books, and complaining about the screens that people were beginning to turn to instead of reading a physical copy. Miguel admired your love for literature and the earth, something he never really stopped liking either.
Again lost in thoughts surrounding you, he didnât realize it was closing time until you were locking the front door of the shop. A smile emerged on his face under the mask he wore, watching you for a second. You were wearing nothing but a small shirt and shorts, clearly not knowing the heavy weather that would ensure. Freezing in the wet cold air that cling to you, he swung down to meet you.
âHey.â He said, standing on the pavement suddenly next to you with the umbrella in hand, You turn to him, a smile he could look at for days on your almost ethereal face.
âYouâre back.â
A/N: Oh em gee. My first story done!!! I wasnât sure if I wanted to end it early or what, but let me know if I should make a part four! My requests are also open for the moment so make sure to give me any ideas yâall are thinking! Thanks for reading!!!
#miguel oâhara x reader#atsv miguel#miguel 2099#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel o'hara x fem!reader#miguel ohara#miguel ohara x you#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel oâhara x y/n#miguel x you#spider man 2099
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Ben drowned x M!Reader
Warnings: Anal penetration, 18+ activities, Substance use, Biblically accurate Ben Drowned, Top!Reader x Bottom!Bendrowned, Psycho!Ben, Rough sex, Degration
Have fun reading đ
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The moon loomed over the high trees, lightly bleeding through the leafs. The light speckled over the dirt ground. I was shivering, the December air penetrating through my light jacket.
âWhat are you doing?â Ben said giving me almost an unnatural look. âShivering?â I responded, forgot this guy was dead.
âHm.â Ben hummed before he continued to walk, his hands in his jackets pocket. He didnât even feel the cold why was he wearing a jacket?
We continued to walk in silence as we walked to where our âVictimâ was. The well lit neighborhood not too far from where we stood. I looked over at Ben, giving him a knowing nod. Ben then slowly dissolved into pixels, now it was my job to get in the house.
I lurk up to the window of the âVictimsâ room and first check to see if she locked it, smart girl. I leer into the window checking to see if she was awake, what do you know? Fast asleep.
I grab my hunters knife, shimming it into the crevice between the window and the ledge. Using enough force to pry the window open, without harming my weapon.
Slithering in I hide within the shadows, waiting for Ben to give a signal. She fell asleep watching TV, first mistake. The TV went from reality TV to static, very loud static. The girl slowly blinked away due to the loud noise and squinted to the bright TV.
She left her bed and hobbled over to the tv. As her half asleep body walked over to the TV a hand reached out touching her. She jumped back, bumping into me. I towered over her and I could just smell the fear off her. Her petrified screams were stopped by my huge hands.
I held onto her body as Ben crawled out of the TV, his body glitching as his fingers plunging deep into her eyes. The sound was disgusting, just the wet sounds as his eyes dug deeper into the socket before yanking them out with a loud POP.
I still found it disgusting. I held my hunters knife up to his neck before in a swift motion with my wrist, slicing it open clean.
Her lifeless body falling to the floor, with the only light source in the room being the TV, still playing static. I look at for longer then I wanted to. I gulped before making my way to the window to leave once more.
I didnât think to grab Ben since he tends to leave the same way he came in. I made it 15 minutes deep into the forest before I heard the same glitch like noise. I look over to my left.
âWhat took you so long?â I asked my hands going deeper into my pockets trying to warm them. âI was just looking around and look what I found.â Ben said with a shit eating grin as he pulled out something from his pocket
âYouâre not lookin.â Ben retorted as I saw him shaking something in his hand out the corner of my eye. I look over slightly and stop in my tracks.
âWhy the hell did you grab this?â What he was holding was a vibrator.
âIt looked cool, and she wasnât going to be using it anytime soon.â Ben said laughing at bit at his own joke, what an asshole
âYou donât even know if itâs been washed.â I said absolutely grossed out. Ben then dropped it back down into his pocket. He must be a serious fucking weirdo for stealing a girls vibrator.
I scowled at him as we slowly made it back home. I just seem to forget that this man is absolutely a incel.
As we walk in I immediately take off my jacket and walk upstairs to my room. Ben just seemed to think that since we had such a âGreatâ time outside he should tag along with me.
I got to my room, taking off my shoes. When I heard footsteps behind me. I turn around to see Ben, giving him a confused look. âWhat do you want?â I questioned as Ben decided it was heâs right to get all comfy in my bed.
âGet out.â I said started to push him off my bed. Ben was like a cat trying to be pulled off fabric as its claws were stuck in it, so basically unmoving.
I continued to push and groan as I was trying to my all to push out this little freeloader out my bed.
âYou seemed stressed.â Ben said in a teasing tone. âWell I have a reason to, your the source.â I said looking up to his eyes, god did they always look this red?
âWhat if I could help you with that?â Ben said making me stop my push motions. I stood up straight and loomed over him. âHow?â I asked causing him to leap up from my bed and run out.
He was gone for a good minute before returning with something in his hand. He then revealed it to be two blunts.
I put my hand up and slightly shook my head, Ben looking like a sad puppy who just get kicked. âWhy not? It will calm your nerves.â Ben said pushing a blunt closer to my face
âI donât smoke like that.â I said looking at Ben as he looked at me again with that stupid puppy look. Pisses me off.
âIf I do this will you leave me alone?â I asked grabbing the blunt and letting it rest in between my two fingers
Ben looked at me with a sly grin and nodded. We both lit our blunts and started to smoke, the effects slow but hard. In just 30 minutes I felt my body go limp and my face get all giddy, like a school girl.
We were both laying on my bed laughing at some ânot so funnyâ joke when Ben propped himself up with his elbows and glanced over at me âHave you ever liked someone dude?â He asked making me really think
âI donât know.â I responded sitting up in the bed âLike have you ever liked a guy?â Ben continued to question me
âI mean I wouldnât hate it, I think.â I said looking at Ben with a dissociated look
Ben looked like that answer was really pleasing to him, the smirk on his face a big sign with blinking lights. But I was fried off my brain so I didnât really know what to say.
âSo you wouldnât regret being with a man?â Ben said getting awfully close to me now, his face about a few inches from mine.
âJust what are you getting at kid?â I asked feeling my face get a bit warmer as I locked eyes onto Ben. Benâs face slowly moved closer and I couldnât find anything in my body to move away. Next thing I know we are kissing, and shit itâs hot in this room.
Our lips felt like fire as Ben would roughly bite my bottom lip. My hands running up under his shirt, his skin smooth and porcelain like. I grip tight to his ribs and push him off my mouth, panting heavily. I wipe my lips as I take a good look at Ben, my brain fog slowly clearing up.
He looked so hot, his cheeks flushed, his chest rising quickly, and his hair a mess. I donât know what he gave me but this shit is working wonders. I rip off his shirt and start to kiss around his collarbone.
His skin was so perfect, I couldnât help but get a taste of it. My tongue dragging across his collar bone down to his chest. My tongue found his left nipple, as I began to suck on it. It was almost like a game to me, figure out what action he responded well to and make a combo out of it. It was like a video game. Ben would talk about them all the time, what would work well and different combos to use against opponents.
I grinned as I twisted and licked his buds, his back arching in the process. His noises were sweet like molasses, his mewls and whimpers were unexpected but enjoyable.
I slowly pushed him down into a lying position as my hand moved down to his pants. I palmed roughly on his growing bulge and in return earning a slight groan, Ben looking at me with this yearning in his eyes
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I pull his zipper down and rub the budge in his boxers. The boxers slowly wetting from the pre-cum. I wasted no time and removed both his and Iâs pants. Leaving up both in it boxers.
I roughly kiss him one more time before I ripped off his underwear and roll him over to resting on his stomach. Facing the headboard while I was positioning myself inbetween his legs. I spread them nice and good allowing myself a good view of his hole.
It wasnât a pussy but I guess it could be of good use. I licked my finger nice and good before slowly pushed it into Benâs hole.
He groaned into the pillows, a smirk tugging on my lips as I started a nice rhythm. Curling my fingers trying to get the right spot. But it took one more finger to really reach it.
With two fingers into his hole he started to make a lot more noises. He moans like a little bitch. Whimpering all over the place like a woman.
I bit my lip as I pulled out my finger licking his juices off my fingers. Him groaning at the feeling of empty in his hole.
I pull off my boxers and let my thick cock hit his ass. I rub it against his hole, groaning at the feeling of his skin against my throbbing cock.
I slowly push my tip inside of Benâs now stretched hole. I groaned loudly as I gripped his hips tightly.
His back arched as I pushed more of myself into him. A whimper escaped his lips as he gripped onto the sheets, his knuckles going white.
I started off slowly, enjoying the feeling of something warm and tight against my lonely cock. I almost threw my head back as I felt the rhythm of my thrust sending an electric feeling throughout me.
As I started going faster, the wet sounds becoming louder as my balls hit his skin. His moans became almost pathetic.
My hands gripped a good chunk of his hair pulling him up from the pillow as I plowed into him.
âShut the fuck up.â I said as I pounded into his stupid hole, what a slut.
He moaned as I gripped tightly on his hair, tugging it on as thrusted into him. Every time he moaned I gave a swift hard slap to his ass.
His whole body twitching as I my hand collided with his ass. âShut that mouth of yours boy. Before I shut it for you.â I said Benâs eyes slowly pricking tears.
I let his hair go as his head flopped onto the pillow below him. I was close, my thrusts becoming lazy and sloppy as my groans became deeper and raspy. My mouth was right next to Benâs ear letting him hear just how crazy he made me.
Ben was whimpering into the pillow as he muffled out a âIâm close.â We continued to fill up the room with only the lewdest of noises. The sound of our skin colliding and the wet sounds of our juices mixing together was almost invigorating.
A few more thrust deep as I poured my seed into the deep parts of Benâs hole. I pulled out watching my seed slowly seep out of him. It was so fucking hot.
I turn Ben over and I see the place ever Ben had came all over my bed. The pool of cum right next to him.
His whole face was flushed as I cupped his face. It was almost this post nut clarity. âYou doing okay?â I asked grabbing his shoulder and helping him sit up.
Later I changed my sheets and cleaned him up. After all that we found each other sitting on my now clean bed, the weed high now gone.
It was an awkward silence before I spoke up. âAre you hurt?â I asked pretending like it wasnât a big deal even though deep down Iâd feel real guilty if I ended up hurting him in that dumbass accident.
âI didnt know you could talk like that.â Ben said looking out me with a form of child like wonder
I was shocked to say the least. I didnât either, and Iâve never talk to another person like that while fucking before.
âUm me too.â I looked away. I didnât know that little perv liked being degraded
âWell if youâre ever down to do it again. Letâs put it up a notch.â Ben said with a wild smirk
#x male reader#creepypasta#ben drowned#slenderverse#slenderman#x reader#x male y/n#x male smut#x male top reader#popularblog#spankable bottom
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I forgot that anon requested Vox have a pussy and I fucked up TvT
I didnât want to delete this, so here enjoy- if somebody wants me to finish this later, I can. Otherwise it shall remain unfinished
Vox had been stuck in meeting after meeting. He complained to you how bored and frustrated he was during a quick bathroom break he got between meetings. ââŚIâm so done with this shit⌠I still have two more meetings⌠I donât know if I can do two more hours of this shitâŚďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ he groaned, âIâm so ready to be done..â You tease him, âI could always cockwarm you during your meetings~â. He blushed hard âwh-what..â You watched as malfunctioned and glitched from being flustered. You giggled âaw baby.. I was only teasin~â You could hear that his breathing quickened and saw his pupils had dilated. As he washed his hands, you stood behind him, watching him in the mirror. You smirked and pressed yourself to his ass, trailing your fingertips up his sides as you did. He took a shaky breath and shuddered. He dried off his hands with the hand towel hanging beside him and shyly glanced up at the reflection of your eyes, briefly meeting your gaze. He shivered and blushed harder and looked back down as he hung the hand towel back up. He whined softly and put a hand over yours, he gently shifted your hand until it was wrapped around his waist, resting over his dick. You smirked and lightly squeezed, feeling how hard he was through his pants. He whimpered quietly ââŚdaddy please⌠we have ti-..â Almost as if on cue, an alarm went off on his phone, alerting him his meeting was about to start. He whined ââŚfuck..â He grumbled as you pulled away. âGo. Meeting time baby boy~â you purred.
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Hii, I saw you were taking requests, so how about this: A Vox x Reader who were old friends in life, now reunited in hell, but not in a way he would expect. Reader was fighting for the Hotel against exterminators and got hurt.
Sort of an angsty/hurt-comfort kinda thing, with Vox stepping out of his cruelty and demon persona. Please, take care and thank you đđ
Oh my i absolutely love thisđđand here have a rose for being my first requestđšYou didn't specify genders so i wrote Y/N as they/them, also i apologize if the pov changes from 3rd pov to anything else.
Glad that we're in hell | Vox x reader
Vox loved how much control he had in Hell. He didn't miss anything from the time when he was alive, or so he thought. He didn't want to break his persona in anyway, but he couldn't help but miss Y/N after Valentino had another tantrum over Angel Dust. He covered it by stalking and complaining about a certain radio demon who came back in town. Vox was so focused that he didn't even notice his good old friend next to Alastor.
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All of the three V's sat on the couch watching how an army of angels flew closer to the Hazbin Hotel. Vox was enthralled that Alastor would lose, but all his focus on Alastor vanished when he noticed someone familiar being attacked by an exorcist. "No fucking way.." Vox mumbled under his breath which got the attention of Velvette for max. 2 seconds. His panic didn't last long when the exorcist head was shot full of holes by Angel. Soon enough Adam broke the barrier and started to fight with Alastor himself. Vox was celebrating as Alastor got his ass beat by Adam, now he was complaining about alastor leaving. "Agghh Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Alastor was down, Angel, Husk and Cherry were struggling, Charlie was choked by Adam and Vaggie was struggling with Lute. Y/N had no other choice but try and sneak up on Adam. Attacking the first man, but almost no damage was done expect a scar on his shoulder. Adam threw Y/N to a wall, which made Vox absolutely enraged. "Y/N!!" Oh shit, that confirms it, it's you. As lucifer arrived to the fight, Vox dissapeared from the couch through cameras to the battlefield, he ran to Y/N. "I..what are you doing here?" It seems like they didn't recognize him well for being a TV screen. "I'm here to save you, darling. I-it's me Vox you knew me when we were alive." Y/N eyes widened as she coughs his name before losing consiousness. "Aw shit, let's go back" Vox held Y/N close as he went back into his place. He did the best he could to bandage you up and give you every pain reliever he had after you woke up. "uhh..what happened. The hotel! Where am i? I need to help Charlie and the others!" Vox was at his own desk watching the cameras, until he heard you yelling about the hotel and your friends. He had no time to get up and run when he straight up teleported through electricity next to you. "Oh god, I was so worried about you! I didn't even know you were in hell. Why in the fuck are you even here?!" Vox didn't care if Val or Velvet would walk through those huge doors as he held you close and rambled about you and your well being to you. "Vox, is it Really you? I thought i had lost you completely." Those words cut his heart in half and made him glitch. You held him tight as you could without being in pain.
You couldn't help but let tears fall down your face, you missed him so much. "I thought i didn't miss you at all, but I was so wrong. How could I've been so selfish not to realize I loved you all this time" Was it true what he just said or were you still in shock from the battle. "Vox. Did you just confess?" Vox only glitched and even shed a few tears which made him ashamed. "Oh darling don't cry, I love you aswell" You caressed his screen styled face softly as you leaned your forehead onto the top of his screen. "Y-You do?" His eyes flickered and moved up and down, looking into your eyes then glancing at your lips. "Of course I do. I loved you since we were alive. You make me glad to be in hell" It took you long enough to kiss, but you did it anyway. Angels say Hell is only suffering and pain, but they didn't know that it's not only that. "You make hell seem like Heaven to me, Y/N"
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AN: I hope you liked it. I wrote this quick as possible to not keep you waiting. It might short aswell, I'm not good at going to detail :,)
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Howâd I get Isikiad into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Five: Hello Big Brother Part One
(Y/N) POV:
I crammed for the upcoming exams I had since it would be useful to get a better score. While I worked on this I had glitch fill me in on the most recent information about my relations to my older brothers.
âIt seems like you are closest to your older brother Beel, but I only use closest as a subjective term. You barely interact with him. Itâs a sort of ships passing in the night situation. He sees you coming into the house at odd hours of the night when heâs trying to raid the fridge. You donât speak but at least he doesnât tell Lucifer. He mostly ignores you at those moments.â Glitch explained to me. I groaned in my head laying my head on the desk for a moment in exasperation.
âIâll have to come up with a reasonable explanation for being out in the middle of the night now. What would be best? Any ideas?â I asked glitch in my head.
âI donât know. Maybe something to do with your bullies, or at least something that will make Luciferâs protectiveness for his little sibling activate for you.â Glitch mulled over in response.
âMaybe something that will trigger both. I got the perfect idea. Thanks for the help.â I gather up my things and leave the school quietly heading for the HOL. âFor now itâs important Barbatos keeps seeing me in a hard working light.â I continue to talk to glitch in my head. âFor that to occur I have to make the HOL spotless as possible.â
I go to the HOL taking a couple shortcuts through alleys along my way. When I was only a couple streets away a new mission appeared on glitches screen.
**Ding** Glitches screen turned yellow as it made a noise while the mission information was pulled up.
Attention User: New Mission
Mission Level: High PriorityÂ
Timing: 24 hours
Mission: Cry on Mammons shoulder when he gets home
Punishment if failed: Redacted
Reward: A SurpriseÂ
âGlitch why does this mission look different from before?â I ask as I panicked internally. âAnd why is the punishment redacted?!â
âThe system is constantly updating so appearances are changed accordingly. Major updates require I be turned off for a set period of time just to warn you. Also in order to preserve your mental health I blocked the pu ishment knowledge on this one since it was a bit⌠gruesome to see.â
âEven worse than the last?â I asked out of curiosity.
Glitches screen dimmed as if it was turning pale. âWaaay worse.â
âNoted.â I noticed I had stopped walking and was only standing there so I hurried home. âHow on Earth am I going to be able to do this?! I havenât even seen Mammon yet. And doesnât he go to the Casino or clubs after school? Especially on days like today when we donât have student council after school is over. When is he even going to get home?!â
I couldnât help being panicked even as I tried to keep it from being noticed so Barbatos wouldnât get suspicious of me. âI could alert you when he comes into a certain radius of the system.â Glitch offered helpfully and I almost breathed a sigh of relief.
I use the hidden key to get inside the house and stress clean everything letting my emotions show slightly since I might as well take advantage of them. Plus it would be a good set up for my newest mission.
When everyone started to get home I carefully went to my room and got out of my cleaning clothes and into my new outfit that I dug from inside my closet to get. It was a (color) wool sweater, with a (color) scarf, Â jeans, combat boots, amd earmuffs. Glitch had informed me while I was cleaning earlier that Barbatos had left and stopped watching me hours ago so thankfully I had time to craft my appearance for this mission. I carefully redid my ponytails to continue to have a youthful slightly innocent look. And rubbed my eyes a lot to make them look red. Then I put on some mascara I knew wasnât waterproof and stuck some hand warmers into my pockets. I grabbed my satchel and put it over my shoulder. I tucked a couple books in it for studying and then I made sure everything was ready on my bed. Feeling inspiration I took of my shoes and stuff and crept through the halls to the laughter I heard in the living room. I peaked my head in and saw everyone laughing. I made myself look hesitant and then left quietly acting like I hoped no one noticed my presence. Once back in my room I put everything I needed to leave again on and exited my room quietly through my window climbing down the vines I saw there letting some scratch my palms on the way down. I made sure my eyes were pricked with tears as I left through the back gate entering the woods.
Finding a nice tree I layer down in it laughing. It was almost too easy so far. Hopefully one of them saw me earlier since it could come in handy. This would be the perfect excuse for my late nights. I closed my eyes for a bit to have a nap after instructing Glitch to let me know when mammon was almost home. I winced a bit before shutting my eyes since climbing down the vines with a sprained ankle had really done a number on my leg. It hurt like crazy now but what else was I supposed to do? I couldnât fail the stakes were too high. I wanted what I was promised, for my life to finally end.
Barbatos:
~Affection: 28.5%
âSomething is off and I donât know why. Her walking is almost a bit strange. Iâm most likely imagining things. Itâs a shame I have to leave so soon to take care of the young master. But at least Iâll get a front row seating to his meeting with Lucifer tonight. Lucifer has some explaining to do.â
~Relation- Fond Observer, ???
~Danger Level- Green
Danger Level Scale Information:
*0-29% = Green
*30-64% = Yellow Yandere traits begin to creep into thoughtÂ
#Yandere Obey Me#Yandere Lucifer#Yandere Mammon#Yandere Satan#Yandere Leviathan#yandere asmodeus#yandere beelzebub#yandere belphegore#yandere diavolo#yandere barbatos#yandere simeon#yandere solomon#yandere luke#yandere obey me x reader#x reader#platonic yandere#romantic yandere#female reader
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Pairing : Miguel Oâhara x reader
A/N : hello! this is my first tumblr post/story, so be nice. In my opinion my writingâs not that good and iâm trying to improve so.. you guys judge my abilities and please leave a comment about what do you think of this!
Summary : You and Miguel were lovers for a long time. Your original universe, where you both lived in, Earth-928, collapsed and your daughter died. You both then founded Spider Society to prevent from others experiencing that. One day Miguel was fed up with his problems at the Society and let it all out on you. He was so rude and harsh you left him. You havenât talked since.
wc : 739
Warnings : swearing,
It was long ago that an accident had happened with you and a multiversal portal. You and Miguel were trying to make a teleportation device, which would allow you to travel through universes and prevent you from glitching in them.
/flashback/
You and Miguel were in your lab testing out the multiversal watch you had just made a prototype of.
âI think itâs enough for today, mi amorâ Miguel says checking the monitors and tapping some buttons âItâs getting late and iâm sure youâre tiredâ He gives you a slight smile and walks towards the door âIâll be right backâ opening the door he walks out of the room.
You smile after him and when heâs gone you decide to try on more time..
âMaybe itâll work this time..â You mutter under your breath and start activating the watch.
It goes out of control and is too chaotic, sucking in every little thing it can get a hold of. You standing so close causes the portal to slowly pull you in as well. You fall to the ground trying to grip on to anything you see, but you fail.
Calling out Miguelâs name is no use. Your whole lower body is sucked in the portal and has almost got you whole. All of the sudden Miguel opens the door and his face drops when he sees you.
He rushes over to you, but itâs too late. You disappear into the portal, and once you do, the portal closes, right before Miguelâs eyes.
/end of flashback/
The two of you were very close. He was cold and stern towards everyone but you. He wasnât exactly a softie once he was with you, but it was obvious his attitude changed. He was more talkative, which was very unusual. Since you had disappeared , which was already years ago, he hasnât smiled a bit, not even talking about being nice and perhaps open to some.
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Their current mission they were working on was not exactly going well. They had been chasing an symbiote across multiverses and havenât succeeded in capturing it, something always went wrong.
âWeâve gotta think outside the box..â Peter B suggested as he patted sleeping Mayday in his lap.
âPlease, Peterâ Miguel grunted and massaged his temples with his fingers âIâm full of your metaphors and smart phrases. Lyla, please tell me youâve got something good for me to hear..â
A small hologram of a lady with glasses appeared before Miguel and shook her head.
âmaldito infiernoâ Miguel look down and turn his back to the others, crossing his arms and looking at his shiny orange screens floating in the air.
They brainstormed a couple of hours more and decided to stick to the same old plan they had every time they went searching for this symbiote.
âLetâs hope that creature isnât smart enough to remember what we did the last two tames we came for it..â Jessica scoffs.
âHey, if youâve got some better ideas iâm listening.â Miguel lowered his upper body to face Jessica and narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
Jessica stayed quiet and look at Miguel with a defeated look.
âRightâ Miguel sarcastically tilted his head âLetâs get going then.â He straightened out his posture.
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As you could suspect, once again everything failed, but this one was their biggest failure. Miguel, Jessica, Peter B, Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr and Miles were sat down on the ground, their backs pushed against a wall. They were trapped, and the symbiote slowly paced back and forth in front of them.
âYou arenât so stupid to think that every time you come to âimprisonâ me and use the same plan each time i will somehow fail against you guys?â The symbiote spoke in a half chuckle.
Miguel stared at the floor defeated. He had never felt what it was like to lose. He always came prepared, the plan structured from a to z, but this time there just were no other options.
Suddenly, behind the symbiote, opened a shiny yellow pink-ish portal. From the portal shot out spider web, wrapping the hand of the symbiote in it. The person inside the portal didnât show themselves, they proceeded to pulled the symbiote towards them, and cutting off their hand. The symbiote fell to the ground and a person stepped outside from the portal.
âHoly shit..â Jessica gasped at the scene going on in front of her.
Miguelâs jaw comes ajar and eyes soften..
âY-Y/N?â
#across the spiderverse#miguel ohara#marvel#jessica drew#gwen stacy#miles morales#miguel ohara x reader#spider man#spider man: across the spider verse#oscar isaac
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LYLA looked around the empty society, her mind frazzled. Where was everyone? She took a step forward, her body glitching around her and making her disappear for a second.
Her body reappeared just as quickly as it disappeared, but her eyes were blown wide, looking around her in surprise. She was apart of this universe, why was she glitching? Besides, sheâs an AI, she shouldnât be affected by entropy.
âHello?â She called out to the empty space. She didnât know why she expected a response, there was no one here. She had scanned the building already and couldnât find any heat sources nor any signs of any Spiders.
LYLA couldnât feel emotions, but the odd pulse of uncertainty went through her. This didnât feel real⌠she couldnât even feel Miguel, who she knew she would always be able to find and follow no matter where she or he was.
Her body glitched again and a zap of electricity zinged through her. It⌠hurt? If she were human, she was sure that she would be on the floor pleading for air.
LYLA slowly lowered herself to the floor as another bolt of electricity hit her. A gasp came from her mouth, unwarranted. Sheâd seen other Spiders gasp this way when hurt and her programming triggered her to respond the same way as if that would solve her issue.
She landed gently on the ground, of course not being able to touch it, but the idea of something stable beneath her soothed her frazzled state. Another electrical shock, another gasp. Why did it hurt?
This was lonely, she realized. Sheâs never felt loneliness. How did Spiders deal with all their hardships alone?
Lost in her thoughts, LYLA almost missed the faint sound of a voice talking to her. She looked up, startled, to find Spider-Byte in front of her. A figment of relief washed over her and she glitched into a standing position, her body shaking.
âThereâŚvirusâŚhelp⌠fix.â Spider-Byte seemed to be glitching too, but in a different way than LYLA. She wasnât actually there, LYLA could tell that much. Spider-Byte was projecting from somewhere else, but⌠wasnât?
LYLA couldnât tell anymore. Her normally faster-than-light computing brain hurt and she couldnât think straight now.
Spider-Byte watched her with worry, her hands flying in front of her without actually touching anything.
âSleep.â Spider-Byte said to her, and the command struck LYLA and she withered to the ground, her body fizzling out and disappearing.
âŚ
She awoke what seemed like mere seconds after the command to find Spider-Byte and Miguel in front of her. She faux-yawned, stretching dramatically. Miguel wasnât smiling she realized. Well, not that heâs ever truly smiling, but he seemed to have almost a look of worry on his face.
LYLA dropped the dramatics. âWhat happened?â she asked.
Spider-Byte turned a tablet towards her and LYLA watched as a program that represented her had turned red and glitchy. It was as if her internal âorgansâ had been bleeding. Her data was hacked with a virus she realized.
âHow did that happen?â LYLA asked, mentally scanning her internal network and feeling that everything was fine now.
Spider-Byte shrugged and Miguel finally spoke up, âYou were crying.â
He said it with so much shock that he sounded afraid. She was crying? But⌠she canât feel emotions. She can mimic them, sure, but she wouldâve remembered if she had decided to start crying.
âWhat..?â she asked, quietly. Spider-Byte perked up, her spider-sense reacting. âIâve got to go.â she said before disappearing.
âYou were crying,â Miguel repeated again, âYouâve been here the entire time, crying and glitching.â
LYLA shook her head, âBut, I wasnât here. It was empty? I was in the Spider-Lounge I think.â she looked around her, âThis is your office.â
Miguel shook his head, reaching out for her as if he could touch her. Was he trying to comfort her? LYLA moved forward tentatively and when her body didnât glitch and she didnât feel any electricity, a small smile came to her face.
âIâm fine now,â she said, reassuring the both of them. âIâm fine.â
âŚ
They never spoke about what had happened, deciding to leave it to the past, but the days following LYLA had noticed that Miguel had checked her presence more often than before.
Things were fine now.
They were fine.
#//italics is reference to the past#//does spider-byte have a spider-sense?#//wtver#//this is awfully sad i think#//maybe#//i mean the writing is okah lmao im wroting this with a headache so dont mind any mistakrs#//btw parker sorry for taking control of miggy for this thread#//didnt exactly have an idea how he would react so sorry if i wrote him wrong#lyla#atsv lyla#lyla rp#posting from lyla hq#lyla spiderverse#lyla spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse#spiderman: across the spiderverse#lyla answers#//thanks for the ask btw petey <3#LYLA memories
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time for me to ramble about my production of falsettos because we closed two days ago and iâm definitely not horribly depressed about it âźď¸âźď¸
let me start by saying i never ever EVER thought i would be able to be in falsettos. ever. i resigned myself when i first fell in love with falsettos when i was 14 to never being in a production of it because thereâs really no role for me but SOMEHOW SOME WAY i lucked my way into being cast as jason and i have been so unbelievably grateful every second since casting that the universe sent me this blessing
ahem. the show.
four jews is genuinely one of the most tiring numbers iâve ever done and that says a LOT. our choreographer is insane and i wouldnât trade him for the world
the vision for our production focused a lot on the idea of games, and seeing the story (especially act 1) through jasonâs eyes; a lot of our sets and props reflected that
we had four blocks that made up a huge part of our set, each painted to look like childrenâs wooden letter blocks. each one was different and had numbers (that could be arranged to form 1979 and 1981 respectively), letters (two Ms, a J, a T, and a W), and various shapes (hearts, stars, spirals, etc). the blocks were my FAVORITE part of the set and i loved them so much
the floor of our set was painted to look like a chessboard and this was used almost constantly within our blocking
tumblr just glitched and deleted half my notes FUCKKKKK. okay
the blocking out of love is blind had jason sitting very far downstage, almost in the audience, watching everything that was happening during thrill of first love
our dance break in thrill of first love went CRAZYYY and i never got tired of watching it even after 8 performances in a row
our director reworked the âpassion dies, passion DIESâ vocal lines to be a really beautiful moving harmony that i weirdly prefer over the original. this is one of a few musical workarounds in our production that i came to really enjoy
during parts 1 and 2 of marvin at the psychiatrist, jason and whizzer played chess on the opposite side of the stage from mendel & marvin
another musical workaround happened in This Had Better Come to A Stop for âthatâs what pretty boys should do.â itâs an opt-down that took a little while for me to get used to but i ultimately really like, because it makes the line so much meaner
during iâm breaking down, the props for trina consisted of a little kitchen playset complete with toy knives, a toy stove, and plastic food
mendel proposed to trina with a ring pop (provided by jason)
(iâm trying to avoid gushing about performances because it would make this post atrociously long. iâm so blown away by my cast mates and could ramble about them for hours)
march of the falsettos featured PUPPETS of the 4 boys that we all operated during the song. when i tell you i screamed when i was told this was the planâŚ.
marvin hits trina GENUINELY one of my favorite songs in our production like. i could do it every night for a year and not get tired of it
after âi am so dumb.â marvin would slam his hands down on the chess board, scattering the pieces everywhere. then he would overturn a chair as he circled around the couch to get to trina. jason, standing between where marvin and trina would end up, would run downstage and frantically cover his eyesâŚ
and the lights would go out right as the slap happened, leaving the audience to just hear the impact of the hit and trina crying out. the lights would slowly fade up into i never wanted to love you (and the look that our marvin used to give jason after the slap hurt like a bruise every fucking time)
this is literally in the script but marvinâs first âi never wanted to love youâ being directed towards jason like FUCKKKKK bill finn you are evil
âi never wantedâ to trina, âi wantedâ to whizzer, âi never never never never never never wanted to love youâ to JASON??? plus the way marvinâs voice would crack on âi wantedâ i simply have to cry
a lot of father to son consisted of jason picking up the chess pieces that marvin scattered, trying to fix the board and not looking at marvin
ACT TWO
our lesbians got the biggest fucking cheers every night and it truly was the best
jason got lifted in a chair at the end of year of the child !!
whizzer would always get cheers and whistles when he entered during the baseball game, people LOVED his re-entrance
also during the baseball game trina had a big sign that said âGO JASON MOMMY (+ mendel) LOVES YOU
i swear the way that our trina and our marvin would interact with me got more intense and silly every night, ESPECIALLY during everyone hates his parents
for âmoses everyone hates his parentsâ the âgod voiceâ that our mendel would do was just gilbert gottfried
trinaâs performance during holding to the ground was one of my favorite things EVER. in the last line, her âeverything will be allâŚâ she used to cut herself off with a choked inhale, like she couldnât finish the thought look at whizzer all frail in bed on the other side of the stage
also at the end of holding to the ground, a white scrim would fall, covering the upstage half of the space. all of the rest of the scenes would take place downstage of the curtain
the way our charlotte would sing âsomething that spreads from one man to anotherâ would KILL ME every night. she has such an incredible, strong voice and the way she would reign it in to be so gentle and soft and almost tentative in that momentâŚ. god. goosebumps every single time
jasonâs kippah during the bar mitzvah was patterned to look like a baseball⌠white with red stitchingâŚ. iâm sobbingâŚ.
trina would present jason with the prayer shawl before he read from the torah, kissing the edges and placing it on his shoulders. it took a lot for me to get through that moment every night
when whizzer collapsed at the end of the bar mitzvah, the first thing marvin would do would be to go to jason and hug him, almost protecting jason from having to watch whizzer leave the room
after what would i do, when whizzer exited, the white scrim would completely drop from the stage, revealing one of the wooden blocks from Act 1 with Whizzerâs initial on it acting as whizzerâs grave
jason was the first person to comfort marvin after what would i do
and of course, jason placing the chess piece on whizzerâs grave.
#lu.txt#thereâs sooooo much i could ramble about that i cut short here#but anyways. iâm doing so well and definitely not horrifically sad about this show closing#fuckkkkkkk#falsettos
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Passengers
[America x reader] 02
Wordcount: 4, 278
Rating: M for mature themes
Disclaimer: This is a crossover with the film Passengers (2016). I do not own the plot.
The reader is referred to as she/her.
Alfred ambled through the grand concourse with his head hanging like a scolded dog. And his lips, pursed in a deep frown. With all his focus on his feet, he managed to walk right past the shipâs bar, which was miraculously open in his time of need. And he wouldâve kept walking if it werenât for the human figure in the corner of his vision--wait a second.
He stopped abruptly, feet skidding against the floor, then paced back a few steps. His eyes went wide to take in what he saw, or what he thought he saw, and sure enough, there was a bartender polishing a glass!
âOh, man!â Alfred gasped, running to him with glee. The other smiled curtly, welcoming their guest into their kingdom. A classy jazz bar. âItâs so good to see another face! I thought I was the only one awake.â
âWho wants to sleep on a beautiful day like this?â
He had short, choppy blonde hair, a roundish face, and bright green eyes. If his accent didnât give it away, those features certainly did. There was always something about the British he could pinpoint off the bat. Either way, he felt strangely at ease, taken by the charm of the staff and the establishment alike.
Bottles of all the liquor you could possibly want were stacked neatly on shelves, and behind them was a glowing panel of white marble. The rest of the interior was space gray with gold accents, and one wall was dedicated entirely to a mural of a spaceship.
âNo, I mean weâre in trouble,â He slowed down as he got to the counter. âWeâre not supposed to be here.â
âWell, I wonât tell if you donât.â
âHuh?â
âOur little secret.â The bartender put down the glass heâd been polishing ceaselessly for the past minute. Then, he placed both hands on the counter invitingly, beaming at the man. âWhat can I get for you?â
âWhat?â
âYou look like a whiskey man.â
âUh, okay?â He finally gave in to their relentless hospitality, but the decision never had him backtracking so fast. His only other companion, a stranger, moved to another side of the bar without taking a single step, or more accurately put, whirred, almost like he was attached to the ground. Alfred ran forward and slammed his hands on the counter with next to no grace, then peered over it. Just as he suspected, a metal rod was going up the guyâs ass. And so, he slid onto one of the barstools with the most disappointed glower. âOh. Youâre a robot.â
âAndroid, technically.â They corrected, filling a glass with brownish-orange liquid. âArthurâs the name.â
âAlfred,â He took the cup, raising it briefly as a gesture of thanks. Giving that a longer sip than he would have, he leaned back and thought for a bit. The spaced-out look in his eyes never left as he popped the question, which captured the bane of his existence. âHow much do you know about this ship?â
âI donât know,â Arthur blinked inquisitively, glancing up, then down at him again. âI know some things.â
âWhat do I do if my hibernation pod malfunctions?â
âOh, hibernation pods are fail-safe,â The man smiled assuringly. âThey never malfunction.â
âWell, I woke up early.â Alfred countered.
âCanât happen,â He picked up another glass and polished it, just as he did the second he got here.
âHow long until we get to Homestead II?â
âAbout 90 years or so.â
âAnd when are all the passengers supposed to wake up?â Alfred smiled tightly, feigning curiosity.
âNot till the last four months.â
âHow is it that Iâm sitting here with you, with ninety years to go?â He spoke slowly like he would with a child. There, he watched the otherâs reality, lines and lines of delicate code, shatter like glass. Arthur stared at him blankly, expression frozen with perpetual friendliness. Then, he glitched once, his face jolting a fraction of an inch before carrying on like normal.
âAh. Itâs not possible for you to be here.â
âWell, I am.â He grumbled, slamming his cup down.
The next morning, Alfred awoke to the Homestead radio. As he lay in a fetal position, that perky Atlantic accent filled his ear. Was it going to be like this every day from now on? He threw his pillow over his head and held it there, groaning as--âitâs a beautiful day here on the Avalon. So wake up, sunshine!â
He hit the cafeteria, watching the ceiling light up at his arrival, panel by panel. A white room stretched on ceaselessly before him, and it looked more sterile than a hospital. Not exactly the homey vibe he was going after, but food was food. He approached one of the unmanned vendors, hexagonal dispensers designed to serve six at a time, and scanned his ID.
âPlease make a selection.â
He pressed the first widget, an icon with a mug.
âSorry. The Mocha Cappuccino Extreme is reserved for gold-class passengers.â It spoke, prompting him to press it again. âSorry. The Mocha Cappuccino Extreme is reserved for gold-class passengers.â
âI want the Mocha Cappuccino Extreme. Bill my room please,â Alfred spoke firmly.
âFood can be purchased in the shipâsâŚâ
He pressed another widget.
âSorry. The French RoastâŚâ
Then another.
âSorry. The Pumpkin SpiceâŚâ
And another and another until he went down the list.
âSorry. The Vanilla Chai⌠Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.â His face scrunched up in irritation as he began punching each widget, all giving the same response until he got to the very last option. âLarge Coffee.â
âCream, sugarââ He said loudly.
âPlease enjoy your coffee.â
A cup of black coffee was dispensed before him.
âOh, really?â Alfred scoffed.
He sorted through a shelf of manuals, and sure enough, he came across one for hibernation pods. Taking that with him, he made a quick journey to the storage facility to retrieve some tools. Now, all he had to do was fix his sleeper and be well on his way ninety years in the future like he was supposed to.
Dropping his heavy duffel of knick-knacks in front of his pod, he got on his knees to open up the disk slot. He connected the wiring for a quick spark and fizz, causing the machine to power up again. The screen lit up, showing his diagnostics, and so did the inside of the pod. A huge smile broke out across his face as he rose to his feet, hopped inside, and lay down.
The glass hatch closed around him.
He closed his eyes and shifted to get comfortable, happy as a lark. Only he didnât fall asleep, let alone get close to cryosleep. Alfred opened his eyes, stone-faced. This wasnât going to work, was it?
Now, to get out of this thing.
He pushed the hatch in different places, but it didnât budge in any of them. Panic shot through him as he came to the realization he had trapped himself in what was slowly turning into a hotbox. He didnât hesitate to start banging frantically on the glass with his fist, even kneeing it in multiple places to set himself free.
Once the hatch opened, he shot up, hyperventilating.
Alfred tried the command ring, next. Dropping his bag of tools in front of the heavy, metal door, he began his work. Heâd hack at it with a sledgehammer, and when that didnât work, heâd try cutting through it. Holding a welding mask over his face, he turned on an industrial laser cutter and let it do its thing.
Sparks flew, but he barely made a scratch.
He lowered his mask, revealing his sunken eyes and unshaven face. After weeks of unleashing hell on the door, it stood firm, a badge of his failures and reminder that he was never getting off this ship alive. Only that begged the question, what would he do if he did manage to break through this tonne of steel?
Wake up someone else to help him?
He would be a fish out of water, having jumped so desperately to get out of a pond with no thought of what to do once he got to land. Yet, he persisted, fearing the worse if he ever decided to give up.
More errors popped up on the shipâs diagnostics.
Just after he left the elevator to the grand concourse, the whole thing went haywire. The doors slammed together, opening, closing, opening, and closing. Even the lights started to flash on and off. He stared back at it, gravely unsettled, watching it spazz out.
âG-Ground concourse. Going down. P-Please make.â
Looks like he wasnât the only thing breaking down.
âIâm screwed, Arthur,â Alfred uttered hoarsely at the man, eyes red and irritated. With nowhere to be and nothing to do, he found himself in the bar again, as did all. âCompletely and ridiculously screwed.â
âCome on, now.â Arthur chided, polishing the inside of a glass. âEvery cloud has its silver lining.â
Alfred tilted his head as if to go, fair enough.
âGuess I am gonna die of old age on this ship.â
âOh, we all die,â The other said as-a-matter-of-factly. âEven androids end up on the scrap heap.â
He scoffed through his nose, swallowing another gulp of his whiskey. Like heâd understand how that felt. A few moments of comfortable silence droned on between the bartender and their patron, one of which, kept scrubbing around the outside of a cup.
âIâm your only customer. Why are you always polishing a glass?â He asked, brows furrowed.
âTrick of the trade. Makes people nervous when the bartender just stands there.â Arthur explained.
âSo lay some bartender wisdom on me,â He placed his drink on the counter. âIâm lost in space, here.â
The android came over in an instant, his movement letting out a soft mechanical whir. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, piecing together his next few sentences as carefully as he could for the troubled man. And this was the best he could come up with.
âYouâre not where you want to be. You feel like youâre supposed to be⌠Somewhere else,â He spoke.
Alfred raised his brows and snorted--yeah, no shit. But his amused expression quickly fell away for a serious one. He had to humor the guy, at least.
âYou said it.â He nodded with a squint.
âSay you could snap your fingers and be wherever you wanted to be. I bet youâd still feel this way,â Arthur continued, getting him to lower his gaze in thought. âNot in the right place. Point is, you canât get so hung up on where youâd rather be, that you forget how to make the most of where you are!â
âWhat are you telling me?â
âTake a break from worrying about what you canât control,â The other glanced up from the things in his hands. Then, with the most subtle, yet, suggestive smile, he added this in a whisper. âLive a little.â
âLive a little,â Alfred whispered, spacing out as the words repeated in his head like a tape. The next thing he knew, he was breaking into the most luxurious accommodation the ship had to offer. He wedged a crowbar between a double door and pried it open.
He gritted his teeth and strained for a good few seconds before it slid apart. What was inside didnât impress him at first, a room shrouded in darkness, but he was blown away when he stepped inside. What slowly lit up before him was a palatial suite fully furnished with modern homeware and decor.
âWelcome to the Vienna Suite.â
âOh, yeah!â He laughed breathily. Alfred walked in with his head tilted back to take it all in--the highest ceilings heâd ever seen, and white stairs that folded one after the other like a fan. It led to a mezzanine, the designated sleeping space with a double bed. Adjacent to that was a panoramic screen displaying an image of an American forest, shrouded in a mist.
He ran upstairs to check it out, going past these golden, hexagonal honeycomb lights on the wall.
âWhat?â He exclaimed in amazement.
Flopping onto the mattress, he rolled onto his back with the biggest grin. This ship had been holding out on him, a lowly second-class passenger, but he was about to enjoy every spoil until he got sick of them.
He just never imagined how sick.
He dribbled a basketball across the floor, jumped up, and tossed it into the hoop. A horn sounded, and an electric blue wave of pixels went around the walls. While he celebrated his point with a fist pump, neon pink silhouettes of cheerleaders danced around him, throwing up their pom poms and chanting his name.
Alfred stopped by the restaurants next.
âMake that double jumbo shrimp--triple.â
âăăăă¨ă ăăăăžă,â The robot waiter took the menu and left to the kitchen, leaving him to his own devices. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and nicked at the holographic koi fish that swam above his table. He watched them scatter, much to his amusement.
âDance off,â He grimaced, folding his arms at the 3D game character across him.
They busted a move, and Alfred copied them with the most concentrated look, lips puckered in an âOâ. He swung his arms and spun on the spot, only for him to lose all his points. The character made a face and shook their head, giving him a thumbs-down.
âI did exactly what you just did!â He exasperated.
His short stubble turned into an unkempt beard.
âUno mĂĄs margerita, por favor.â Alfred requested in a funny voice, finger up. How he was still conscious after that many drinks was beyond him, but it had to be the huge enchilada that buffered the alcohol.
âYou have had many, seĂąor.â The robot waiter said.
âOh, Hector, por favor, otra vez!â
âSĂ, seĂąor.â
He leaned over and followed it with his gaze.
âGracias,â He called in his normal voice.
Alfred was back on the basketball court. His hair had grown around his ears, the dry, sandy blonde frizz making him look nothing short of homeless. After he managed to toss the ball into the hoop one more time, he didnât react to the avid cheers around him. He kept a poker face, exhausted by the repetitive lifestyle of indulgence heâd been cycling through.
When the ball rolled back, he picked it up, turned around, then dropkicked it into the distance.
In the end, there was still a finite number of things to do even on the Avalon, and nowhere near enough to burn a lifetime here. Alfred was losing his mind to boredom, and, eventually, despair. Heâd feed the shipâs vacuum bots breakfast, tossing them soggy cereal bits. Heâd order ridiculous amounts of takeout, then sleep in a nest of takeaway boxes. Heâd walk the hallways buck naked with his crumpled shirt in hand.
With nothing to do, and nobody to talk to, he was trapped forever in a state of limbo. His existence was all but internalized. The only reality heâd ever know was his mind, and this steel ship, a thousand meters long--the former of which, had finally come apart. Because no matter how hard he tried to stray from his fate, he always found himself in the pod room.
As he wandered down the aisles, watching each and every passenger sleep with a peace heâd never know, his heart festered with sadness, envy, and, eventually, poisonous anger for what his life had become, or failed to. He tossed an empty vodka bottle as far as he could, letting out a guttural yell. And to think he came here with more excitement than anybody had for the Avalon. A ship of dreams, now all but dead.
He opened a door attached to the pod room.
âWelcome, Alfred.â
He arrived in another room with metal flooring and walls. There were these clunky, navy space suits standing in the center, for what he assumed to be the spacewalking attraction he heard about. But that wasnât what piqued his interest. He approached one of the suits and pressed his head to the chest, and for just a few seconds, heâd pretend it was a person.
âPlease turn your attention to the screens displaying safety tips. These spacesuits are designed to withstand the harsh environment of space. The carbon fiber and polyamide construction means your suit is both flexible and durable. The suit willâŚâ
He even held onto the gloves, the closest heâd get to holding someone elseâs hands again.
âRemember, your space suit is your lifeline.â
He clicked a big green button on the control panel, getting one of the suits to spin to him. Giving that a thoughtful gaze, he walked over and took it off the mannequin. After putting on the suit, he entered the airlock, a silvery chute that led to the great outdoors.
âSlide the handle on the right to release the air pressure,â The voice spoke, turning his head to said handle. He slid the protective casing down, feeling a sucking on his feet. âyour magnetic boots are now engaged. Press the red button to open the airlock door.â And press it he did, watching the chute open.
The air around him got sucked out as he stood firm. Out there was the vast sea of space. A pool of stars, cosmic dust, and distant planets heâd never know. Interstellar travel had been common for decades now, the universe outside the solar system made accessible to the human race, but he still gazed up at the stars with the same wonder as people did back in sixty-nine. When they first put man on the moon, one tiny step for man, one giant leap for mankind. Fuck. Heâd never get tired of repeating that quote, accent and all--just like heâd never let himself get indifferent to space. The endless beauty and horror of it, the trifling insignificance he posed to the universe.
These truths lay bare in front of him as he floated in his suit, surrounded by a star-speckled abyss in all directions. He was overwhelmed by the power of it, so much so that he started crying. He always had been, he just never imagined it would be like this.
Terrifying, lonely, and at the mercy of Mother Nature.
He returned to the ship, looking like Hell.
What he experienced gave him a lot to think about. The bigger picture, the ultimatum. He really was going to spend the rest of his life here, or whatever was left of it. He froze, having a thought occur to him he never wouldâve entertained outside of these circumstances. He didnât have to suffer for another twenty, thirty years. He could end it all, right here.
In the airlock, where he could get sucked out into space. The vacuum would hurl him out so far out, heâd never dream of returning. But that wasnât as fast as he wanted it to be. Without his space suit, it would be instant. His lungs would collapse, he would swell up, then freeze to death--whichever came first.
And he was about to find out.
He stood in the airlock in nothing but his shirt and boxers. Then, he slid the safety handle, exposing the red button. As he reached for it, his eyes went as wide as he could get them. And his heart, racing out of his chest. His fingers barely grazed the top before he pulled away, having returned to his senses.
Then, he made a run for it, horrified by what he was about to do himself. And he kept running even in the pod room, desperate to get as far away from that thought as possible. In his delirium, he missed the vodka bottle rolling on the ground and slid on it.
Alfred fell on his back with a heavy thump.
He didnât get up right away, but lay there, groaning from the pain. Once it subsided, he was met with another kind of pain, one that would last forever. After a year of being alone, he nearly took his life.
But the next second saw an upheaval to that.
When he got up, he saw a woman sleeping in her pod just across from him. He never wouldâve given her the light of day a year ago, or at least, not in the right context. Like at a bar, two drinks in. Any man in their sound mind wouldâve approached her then. She was young and attractive, just like a lot of the passengers here. One could only imagine what a man in their unsound mind would do, lost and alone for the rest of his days.
â(F/N),â He muttered, reading the name tag.
âSearching passenger profiles,â The computer said. Alfred leaned forward in his chair to scan the list for your name. Sure enough, there was only one of you. The lesser-known daughter of a Pulitzer-prize winning author, but eager to take on their mantle.
You appeared on the screen, awake and perky.
âMy dad used to say, if you live an ordinary life, all youâll have are ordinary stories. So, here I am.â
Alfred brought his cereal from the cafeteria.
âGood morning.â He pulled a chair next to you. Taking a seat beside your head, he turned on his tablet to watch your interview. He was finally having a meal with someone, even if that someone didnât know that. And it was nicer than he remembered.
âWeâre starting over in every way,â You shook your head at the weight of that statement. âIâll have to figure out where to live, how to live, who my friends will be--itâs like the first day of school, if the school bus took a hundred and twenty years to get there.â
He laughed some, his throat hoarse from his daily rendezvous with his robot bartender. Regardless of where you were headed, you were still down to Earth, and your excitement for the unknown was refreshing.
It reminded him of how he used to be.
âEverythingâs gonna be different to how we do things on Earth. But weâre still the same.â
Alfred purchased your book.
âWeâd want to make something for ourselves, only we actually get to do it under blue skies.â
He opened the first page and started reading.
âThis should be interesting,â He murmured, popping a grape in his mouth. Thus begun his little flirtation, his connection to another human being without ever having to talk to them. If only this could remain as such, a flirtation, but the deeper he plunged, the harder it would be to swim to the surface.
âDo you ever read something and feel like itâs written just for you?â Alfred asked, never tearing his gaze away from his tablet. This was the second book of yours heâd powered through, and the last.
You were new to the game but immensely talented, just the kind of customer the Homestead company wanted. But as a person? He could imagine himself being close to you. Whether that was a delusion fabricated out of loneliness, or a genuine feeling, that distinction didnât matter anymore.
âI donât do a lot of reading,â Arthur pondered.
âSheâs good.â
âWhoâs that?â
â(F/N).â He hummed.
âAh. The sleeping girl.â
Alfred slid off his stool to pace around a bit. He blew his cheeks out as he came to this conclusion, as hard as it was for him to accept. And he relayed that well without saying a word, glowering at his friend.
âYou know, Iâm not saying the universe is evil, but it sure has a nasty sense of humor.â He muttered.
âHow is that?â Arthur asked.
âYou get to fly to another planet, but youâll die along the way,â His eyes burned as he verbalized his sobering realities, his second one, even more so. âAnd you find this amazing girl right in front of you, but sheâs completely out of reach.â
Even at nighttime, he found himself watching you. He liked the idea of having a conversation with you, just as heâd been pretending to these past several weeks. He liked the idea of you. Fantasizing was the closest heâd ever get to those desires, so he may as well knock himself out doing it--or was it?
When he put his cup down, his gaze went to the hibernation manual beside. And God forbid what ideas it gave him. His smile faded into an unsettled look, disturbed by the contents of his own mind.
He slammed the manual on the bar counter.
âSay you were trapped on a desert island, and you had the power to wish somebody there with you,â Alfred spoke restlessly like heâd lose his nerve the second he hesitated. âThen you wouldnât be alone anymore. But youâd be stranding the person on the island. How do you⌠Would you make that wish?â
Arthur narrowed his eyes.
âI donât know. Iâve never been on an island.â
âOkay, yeah, well, er, forget the island,â He relented.
âAh.â The android nodded.
âLetâs say you⌠Figured out how to do somethingâŚâ He began cautiously one second, only to lose his composure in the next. âThat would make your life a million times better, but you knew it was wrong, and thereâs no taking it back. How do you do the math?â
âAlfred, these are not robot questions,â The other warned, getting the man to exhale deeply.
Heâd been reasoning with himself the whole time, trying to find some sort of justification for what couldnât be justified. That became all the apparent when his stare grew haunted as he admitted what had been on his mind since it first occurred to him.
âI know how to wake (F/N) up.â
Next chapter: The sleeping girl
Tag list: @twilightlover2007, @my2phetaliaheadcanons, @chickenpecks, @sunnysssol
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Love game
Vox x female OC
Chapter 2
A Car? She fell asleep and curled up to his body. He carried her into one of his beds and watched her sleep carefully. He almost forgot work. Vox took a coffee and went to his quarters. In his video office, he monitored everything and saw that Valentino was as unhinged as always. ââOh Vox, I knew that you are an animal but you are a true natural. Oh she is still in your bed. Vox, I am impressed.ââ
âI wonder why she is still sleeping?â Vox asked. Valentino's eyes lid up. âI thought our little superstar could stay longer, so I put something in her drink to make her behave.â Vox lost his cool and griped his throat. âYou put some rape drugs into her drink?â He almost lost his mind. âHey Chico, I didnât want you to work so much on your first night.â Valentino whispered seductively. âI didn't fuck her.â Now Valentino seemed confused. âBut you made her kiss you?â He asked, Vox looked like he would crush his skull with electric violence. âVAL. If you don't shut it, I am going to destroy you.â Vox said his voice glitching, deep and harsh. Valentino looked intimidated by his action, Vox never lost his cool, but if he is stressed itâs a dangerous situation for everybody. Vox went back to work and went through the usual tasks, interviews, new technology, talking about innovation and new shows. Isabel's peaceful face, never leaving his mind. Vox was everywhere. She woke up with a massive headache, her dress was still on, and she even got one of his shirts. How did she get here, after they had their last drink on the dance floor, everything faded into a warm dream. The charming guy from last night was gone. It's a shame. Did they do anything? She was dressed, he put a blanked on her sleeping body. As she looked around the spacious bedroom, she saw a notebook from Vox tec.
I went to work. Please take this food and water. Stay as long as you desire - Vox
He actually got you some water, juice, bread and fruits. Vox is very nice, but how can you trust anybody here. Most men in your past life only wanted to take advantage of you. Why would it be any different in hell. She decided to not ask for too much. There is nothing she can do for him. In this realm she is powerless, has no money and can't fight. She felt so weak. Maybe she should just leave.
I had a great time, but I don't want to overstay my welcome. Thank you so much. Isabel
Vox decided to look at his screens, hours passed work consumed the demon overlord. âWhere is she?â He screamed through his TV room obsessively. Why did she leave, Vox thought, They really seemed to have a great time? At the moment he saw her, a smile spanned across his screen. Her human form was so captivating. His powerful presence and technological prowess allowed him to navigate the hellish realm with unparalleled efficiency. Every surveillance camera and data stream were at his disposal, all focused on a singular soul. His obsession with her grew with every passing moment, and his LED eyes glow with a force that mirrored the fire within his soul. Meanwhile, Isabel found herself caught in the crosscurrent of hell, navigating the labyrinth streets with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. Unbeknownst to her, every move she made, every breath she took, was being closely monitored by Vox. His fixation on her become all-consuming, his every thought consumed by the desire to possess and understand this enigmatic soul. As Vox finally caught up with Isabel, his demeanour transformed. The usually cool and collected demon was visibly affected by the magnetic pull she had on him. âIsabel,â he breathed, his voice a low, husky timbre that betrayed the intensity of his emotions. âDon't disappear like that.â Isabel turned to Vox, a subtle blush gracing her cheeks as she felt the weight of Vox's gaze. His eyes, ablaze with a mixture of longing and possessiveness, bore deep into her soul. âI didnât want to cause any trouble.â She stammered, unable to escape the magnetic field of Vox's desire. Vox stepped closer, the air charged with an undeniable tension. âYou're not trouble, Isabel. You're the most intriguing thing I have ever encountered in hell.â He admitted, his voice dripping with intensity that sent shivers down her spine. âAnyway, I know that this situation isnât great, you have no money and no power. But you're not alone. You have me. I really want to help you get back home.â His voice had a hint of compassion in it.
âIf you help me with a task, you can crash at my place and I will show you some of my tricks. Your handwriting is fantastic, by the way.â Vox praised her. Isabel blushed. Vox's charm, attitude and confidence made her weak. âI hope that I can help you somehow. Did you just compliment my writing.â Isabel replied, scratching her had.  âMy home is your home, darling. Where did you plan on staying tonight? I can't only compliment your look. I think you're much more than that.â Vox asked sincerely. âI wanted to try my luck in the club again and find a gentleman who wouldn't leave me alone in the morning.â She teased Vox playfully. He smiled, this little human was bratty and he loved it. âLet´s get you back, no one should hear about a human soul in hell.â Isabel agreed. In his flat she sat on the couch, lost, captivated but also very confused with her situation. Yesterday she was a superstar, today she was nobody. âI need you to help me. Youâre a human and don't pose a treat to any sinner in hell. You're exactly what Charlie needs.â Vox explained smiling. âWho is Charlie?â Isabel asked, completely oblivious. âShe is Lucifer's daughter and wants to rehabilitate Sinners so that the overpopulation won't destroy hell. It´s a stupid plan, but she would die for this little hotel.â Vox kept jabbering about Charlie, Angle Dust and some demons. The situation just turned confusing. âIs your human brain overloading?â He asked playfully, she nodded. âJust go to the hotel. I am sure they will love you. You're also under our protection. Get as much information as you can, no matter the cost.â He stroked her small hand with his claw. Electricity flowing across the room. âShould I be scared of anyone? Valentino's temper seems dangerous.â Isabel whispered. âNo, I will make him behave.â
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Peter B Parker/Male!Reader
Im crying over this, but I made it, so it's okay
I really like the idea of canon events
I might make like a lot of these just with different characters
Warnings: major character death, uhhh yeah death pretty much it
Words: 1069
This can be seen as either romantic or platonic I really don't care
More Spider Society HQ living quarters AU
LISTEN.. I know this probably isn't how canon events work, and it needs to be in your own universe blah blah, but I do what I want with my stories
Sooo enjoy this
Summary: Your canon event is watching Peter die.
"Y/N L/N and Peter B. Parker?" Miguel called out through the wide room.
It was time for new missions and apparently you and Peter had gotten chosen. Miguel explained the mission was in earth 10009, Dublin Ireland.
If you were being honest your favorite part of the job was being able to see the sights while fighting some unknown creature or villain.
You heard that Ireland was a pretty scenic place, so you were excited.
"Y/N, you ready?" Peter asked after you both had emerged from your respective rooms.
"As ready as I'll ever be." You reply.
Peter pressed some buttons on his watch and right before you the big orange portal appeared. It glitched and moved a little with each malfunction, but it was stable.
He looked at you with a small smile before walking into it. With a loud sputter, it swallowed him whole. You grinned wickedly and ran in after him.
The portal spun you and shot you through paths of color and shapes and into the present day world of Ireland.
Whenever you saw Peter, almost immediately you heard crashes from across the way. You saw all sorts of pubs and shops in a line. Bridges and tall buildings.
But above all you saw the big, pitch black creature that was haunting the buildings with it's huge claws.
The windows were being crashed into by the sharp talons, and the beast's feet were crushing the roads below it.
You shoved your mask over your head quickly and started to run and glide over the group towards the giant monster
The people began running away swiftly, but the creature was catching up with a few.
"I'll get the people out of here!" Peter yelled from beside you in the chaos.
"Be careful!" You shouted back and continued springing web after web towards the beast. You got closer with every move, and you didn't feel one ounce of anxiety.
Once you got to the monster, you flung into it at full speed. You dropped your web from on top the buildings and slammed into the creature's face.
It wailed out in pain as your foot went into its eye. You bounced back onto a building and stayed there for a moment while the monster regained it's composure.
You decided you were going to try and lead the monster away from the general public.
The massive creature took one of its claws and ripped out a chunk of a brick building. You stared on in wide eyes, quickly going into action once it wound it's arm back for attack.
You shot out webs to bind the brick to the wall of the building, but the beast was too strong. The chunk went wailing out into the daylight.
You looked down to the ground to see nobody but your partner, Peter.
He was scanning the area for anymore lost children or elderly he had failed to get out the first sweep. Peter looked up just in time to see the boulder of brick coming down towards him.
You hurdled to get down to his level, trying to save him from getting crushed. You narrowly avoid it yourself with your hands hooked under his arms.
You realize that his lower body and some of the upper was crushed beneath the brick. You suck in a shallow breath of surprise.
You turn your body so he could see you, and you could see the damage done to him.
You quickly call the HQ on your watch. "We need backup now." You said and immediately hung up after.
"Shit, Peter." You breath, taking in his situation.
"No, I'm fine. Don't worry." He tried to pull his body up and out of the rubble, but he coughed instead. "The coughing probably isn't a good sign." Peter muttered.
"We have to get you back to the headquarters." You frantically shook your head.
He grabbed your shoulder and laughed a bit solemnly. "It's fine; stop worrying so much, Y/N."
"It's already over. My time as Spiderman I mean." He murmured.
"Hell no it's not. Mayday needs her dad. I need a friend. Miles needs his mentor! You can't die yet." You yell. "I won't let you die without you fulfilling your purpose of Spiderman."
"What's that purpose, Y/N? Is it failing my wife for the second time? Is it failing everybody I know?"
You saw blood start to slip out of the sides of the brick, and Peter's eyes seemed to get weaker and more droopy.
"Tell me what I'm supposed to do, Peter! Tell me how I can save you." You cry out.
He smiled a little. "Tell Miles, my wife, and Mayday that I love them." Peter whispered.
Your heart dropped into your stomach as the life drained from your friend, and his blood seemed to seep into your veins and to your heart.
The moment hit you that you would never be on a mission with Peter B Parker ever again, that Mayday would never see her dad again.
Even if Miles isn't here anymore, if he ever was to come back he would only see his mentor as a picture on the wall in the HQ.
Peter's wife would be devastated at the demise of her husband and would shelter away at the loss of her first love.
Tears started leaking out of your eyes just as you heard yelling and shooting webs. The backup you called was finally here whenever it was too late.
"Y/N, what the hell happened?" You heard Jess yell.
You couldn't respond and only sob into your blood covered hands. You felt a hand on your back that could have only been her's.
Though it did nothing to console you it was nice to have a human being by your side. You don't think anything could console you.
And that is how you stand today, universe still intact, Peter still dead.
Your canon event had been played out, and Miles Morales finally walked into the Spider Society HQ with Gwen Stacy.
Just as you predicted he asked about the picture, and just as you predicted he was taken aback. You could do nothing but stare.
Nobody told him that you had watched his mentor die, and you were grateful, but a part of you wishes that you could have consoled him just like nobody could've on that day with you.
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Hiya, please mote Miguel o'hara x black female reader please, particularly on the fluff side.
Heyo~
It'd be my absolute pleasure! This one is simple, but I hope you enjoy it.
Secret Happy Place- Miguel x F!Reader
CW: none, fluff, slice of life (in Spider Society), black fem reader in mind, silly reader
When asked, you told people that you were a librarian. And to be fair, that is the truth. You catalogue items, keep track of borrowing, repair books, and are a guardian to what seems to universes-worth of knowledge. Except that last part is a bit more literal than people would think.
You don't have a fancy origin story or secret powers. Simply, you were at work really late when some sketchy looking guy came in and tried to take a textbook in the 'Reference' section. You threw your shoe at him, security escorted him out, and that was all.
Until he came again and was acting...different.
You don't like to bore people with the little details. This guy was some weird villain who was trying to steal books and could appear and reappear sporadically. Spider-Man came, saved the day, the whole thing yada-yada.
But public funding got cut for some new solar rail system thing, and you were out of a job.
So then, you were doing a part-time gig cataloging experiment logs for a fancy rich bio-tech company, saw a strange bird-man-thing break in, witnessed a hero battle up close, and watched Spider-Man's suit glitch to reveal the face of one scientist whose name you recognized while the villain got away.
One smart, handsome Miguel O'Hara offered you a job at some secret superhero club, and now, you spent your days reading different literature on Van Gough's varying lives and direct Spiders through an extensive science section--most of those guys were such nerds.
So your life was a little different now.
Life was weirdly peaceful. You didn't see Miguel that much. He had a plethora of missions to organize and direct, so you mostly got emails with files to sort through and organize. At first, you wondered even why this job existed, but there was always something to do, so someone needed to do it.
On a slower day, you were wandering around trying to find a history book fish for Spider-Cat (you didn't ask why), when you saw your technically-boss staring at a bookshelf. You hadn't seen Miguel for some time, so you cleared your throat a little as you approached. "Is there anything I can help you look for?"
Miguel turned and looked at you as if he had expected not to be interrupted in this area. You were almost certain he forgot you existed for awhile if it hadn't been for your email exchanges. The shock quickly left his eyes; he only took you in for a second before shaking his head. "Uh not really. I was just seeing what was here. That's all."
You looked at the area he was in and noted that there were different books on varying species of spiders. You chuckled to yourself. "Is there a newbie giving you trouble? Different powets than you expected?" There were plenty of spiders that existed in one universe. You could only imagine what odd one got its genes reworked before creating a new hero.
Miguel scratched his head before turning away. "Uh no. I'm just checking to see the varying levels of paralysis that different spiders cause...I'm hoping to better control mine." he seemed shy to open up about that. It was an ability you heard existed--unlike the others--but you weren't sure why it was bothering him.
You cocked your head to the side a little. "There should be something we can find. But why would you want to change that? It only happens when you bite people, right?"
"Yeah, but I don't want to only hurt people when I bite them." Miguel went on.
You giggled a little. "I mean when else would you bite people- oh my god," you gasped. Miguel was starting to look flustered. "You have a girlfriend!?"
"What! No!" Miguel quickly denied.
You placed your hand on your head and nodded to yourself. "Ah that does make sense. Look at you! I mean, I don't think she'd want to stop moving if you guys are-,"
"Y/n! Please..." his cheeks were red, and you covered your mouth to stop from laughing. "Just forget I said anything." he mumbled before starting walk away.
"It's okay! Your secret's safe with me!"
"Stop yelling! We're in the library!"
"We're the only ones here!" you laughed.
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So what if Miguel found a couple books with sticky notes filled with page numbers on his desk the next day? So what if the information was extremely useful? So what if he started thinking about the possibility of dating just because you brought it up? So what if your laugh rung in his ears ever so often?
It took a few days, but Miguel returned to the library floor and saw you typing away with an iced coffee in your hand and lo-fi playing in the background. He placed the books on the desk, and you finally looked up.
Miguel coughed a little. "Thanks for the books and notes. The information I found was really useful."
You shrugged. "Of course! I mean that's what you hired me for. Right? Not just to shut me up because I know you're Spider-Man?"
Miguel chuckled a little, but it was a sound you appreciated. "That's not why you were hired. You fit here well. I know the others like you." He paused unsure of how to continue this conversation. "I was wondering if you could help me find some more information..." he trailed off.
"On spider venom?"
"Dios-, no. Other things to research. It seems you know your way around here." he clarified.
You stood up from your desk and smiled. "Yeah! Let's do it!"
No one said anything if they couldn't find Miguel brooding in his office. Lyla would only chuckle when Miguel told her that he was going to the library for some quiet. You didn't even question it when Miguel came over since he could relax and hang out with you.
~~~
Fluffy~
Thanks for reading. Shout out to all the people who did their college work study in the library lol. Maybe that'll be my job once I retire.
Feel free to hit my inbox if you have an idea or wanna chat.
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