#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

[alienjaes]

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

[helluvapoison]

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 Hell’s 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 weren’t 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

• “Darling! I just got home,” Irritation had his voice glitching, “Where are you?”

• “Hm. Late night?” You asked, pettily avoiding the question

• “I-? Yeah, yes,” He sighed, slipping back into work mode for a minute, “Back to back meetings and I had to reshoot yesterday's episode because—“ Minute over, “Wait, that doesn’t matter! What matters is I wanted to come home to my darling partner and you’re nowhere to be found! Where are you!?”

• “Oh me? I went out for a bite to eat. An hour ago. There should be a notification somewhere in your planner, why don’t you check it.”

• Vox huffs and rolls his eyes. He pulls the phone away from his face and quickly swipes through today’s agenda. Anything regarding you is always his top priority—

• x/xx/xxxx: congratulations! today is your anniversary! you have a reservation at 8pm!

• “Fuck.”

• “Mhm.”

• 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 there’s people around and there’s 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. “Happy Anniversary, darling!”

• Your brow quirks, unimpressed and irate

• “I know it seems like I did, but I didn’t forget. Look I planned this dinner—“

• “That you were late to.”

• “And I have your present right here! Look! I made it months ago just for this.”

• A part of you expects a new phone or watch that hasn’t hit the market yet. Instead Vox pulls out a thin screen from behind his back (Somehow. You’ve 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 Val’s lap because he was staring at you. You couldn’t help but snort at that one despite trying very hard not

• “It’s an electronic picture frame,” Vox explained excitedly, “Only this one scans and recognizes your favorite memories. I, uh, already put mine in there for you.” His eyes dart away for a moment, a light blush making his screen glow slightly, “Don’t let anyone else see this.”

• You’re 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

• “I didn’t forget, not really. I knew I was missing something all day. I’ll clear my calendar next year— or tomorrow! We can redo the whole day just you and me!”

• You purse your lips together and tilt your head at him with narrowed eyes. Something you did right before you forgave him. “No work at all? No taking calls from Val or Vel? Not even watching yourself on tv?”

• “Let me take care of everything! No one will bother us for an entire 24 hours. Just me and you, my dear. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

• 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, “Fine.”

• Vox is standing up and bringing you with him, his claw on your lower back to guide you out of the restaurant, “Excellent! You won’t regret it baby, I’ll make it our best anniversary yet.”

• To the host at the front his smile doesn’t waver but his voice drops to an octave that leaves no room for arguments, “We’ll be back here tomorrow, same time but we’ll take the table by the window instead. You can put that under Vox. Thanks.”

• “Vox, what are you doing!?“ You whisper loudly in disbelief

• He doesn’t 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 they’re devoid of the facade he puts on for everyone else

• “When 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. I’m going to fix everything, my dear. One hour and I’ll meet you back home with all your favorites.” Despite the tv-ready tone, Vox’s words are coated in sincerity that has you inclined to believe him

• You allow him to help you into the limo, “I don’t need it perfect, y’know. I just need you there.”

• “And I will be! You’ll get both; myself and perfection. Don’t I always say you deserve it all?” Vox kisses the back of your hand before closing the door. He stands there with a smile and waves until you’re out of sight

• He keeps his word, he’s 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 “do not disturb”

• All he needs is you and you’re 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

• (He’ll need a new assistant when he returns to work… and someone to repair that window on the 13th floor. That’s probably why he has 237 notifications from Velvette and Valentino when he turns his phone on after your anniversary do-over)

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ OMG YOU’RE SO SWEET!!!! please enjoy!

[neo-nomatrix]

Rule No. 19

never fall in love with the same person twice, the second time you’ll be falling in love with the memories not the person.

Miguel O’hara x reader

word count: 1056

synopsis: You were Miguel’s wife in another universe and he just can’t come to terms that you’re not his.

a/n: i know a lot of people are asking for part twos of my other stories but i just can’t think of anything 😭

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 wouldn’t 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 man’s hand from the wrist.

Miguel so desperately wanted him to feel pain he would do anything. But that wouldn’t 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 doesn’t see the man he once was, he doesn’t see the man you loved but a distorted ugly image of that man.

He knew he had changed for the worse but truthfully he didn’t care. If changing meant he got what he was after he didn’t 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. “Your” Miguel had recently died and he thought he could replace him.

“Oh, I'm so glad you’re home. I was starting to get worried,” You kissed your husband as he walked through the door.

“Im here,” Miguel whispered as a response.

He didn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“She isn’t yours, Miguel,” Jess reminded him for what? the tenth time today?

“I know that Jess,” he practically rolled his eyes at her.

“Y’know it’s creepy. You’re basically stalking this girl who has no idea you exist. There are just some things you have to let go,” She offers her advice.

Miguel clenches his jaw at her words.

“I don’t need a therapist, alright? I’m fine dealing with this,” he says.

He’s had enough of Jess and her advice for today. Even though he won’t let himself interfere he can’t help but watch you from the rooftops. He agrees that it’s creepy but he can’t let anything else bad happen to you, he just can’t.

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 doesn’t know why. He shouldn’t be here behind you in the long line. It’s not right. He’s about to turn before he’s greeted with your sweet voice. Your voice that sounds like honey and all the good things on this planet and the next.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering what you usually order? I’ve never been here before and I'm sort of lost,” you giggle. God, he could melt on the spot.

He knows you're lying, of course. He’s 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 you’re asking him as a way to flirt but he can’t get attached, not again.

“Oh uhm, i usually get their vienna latte,” His eyes flick up to the first thing on their menu, never having gone to this shop himself.

“And then their bear claw,” if there’s one thing he noticed about you it’s that in every universe you love a bear claw with your drink.

“Great! I’ll get that then!” You smile happily as the barista asks for the next person in line.

He didn’t realize how in love with you he really was until he spoke to you all these years later.

“Do you maybe want to sit down together? I know a park nearby,” You approach him after both of you have gotten your drinks.

“I’d…” he trails off remembering Jess’ words. He can’t, he shouldn’t, no matter how much he wants to. “I don’t think I can. I’m really sorry,” he feels horrible after seeing the look on your face. He wants to crumble up into a million pieces seeing you disappointed like that.

“No worries then. It’s okay,” 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 couldn’t do that to you. He stands there, heartbroken for a third time.

Even though he loves you he’s well aware you’re 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 couldn’t have.

Miguel loves you, but he can’t have you.

[trashyswitch]

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! He’d 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. 

Sun and Moon had just finished recording their episode for the day. They turned off their cameras and put their controllers down. “Alright…” Sun mumbled. 

“Alright. I think a nap is in order.” Moon said aloud. 

“Really?” Sun looked at Moon with surprise. 

“What? Streaming makes me tired.” Moon told him. 

“Sorry, just…” Sun thought for a moment. “Sorry…You go have a rest.” 

Moon tilted his head. “Are you okay?” He asked him. 

“Me?” Sun pointed to himself. “Oh yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied a bit too enthusiastically. 

Moon stared at Sun for a few moments. “...Uh huh…” He muttered. 

“I’m okay, I promise!” Sun tried to tell him, showing him a thumbs up. 

Moon sighed and nodded his head. “Okay. Have a good night.” He told him before heading into the back room for the night. 

“Good night!” Sun replied, waving to him as he watched his brother leave the main daycare. As Moon disappeared behind the curtain, Sun’s arm dropped to his side. Now was a better time than any to escape into his mind and confront Eclipse. 

“You gonna pay me a visit, Sunny? It’s been forever…” The voice in his head asked. 

Sun sighed. “Speak of the devil…” he mumbled to himself. 

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.  

“Well look who finally showed up…” The blur mumbled with a sneer. He looked annoyed, almost like he knew Sun would arrive to give him hell. 

“What’s the deal with you?” Sun asked. 

“I’m bored...It gets quite boring here after a while.” He complained. 

“Why the headaches?!” Sun spat. 

“Because you never let me have any time in the spotlight!” Eclipse yelled back. 

“And what have you done to earn yourself a chance?” Sun asked him. 

“I’ve been silent, compliant, and patient with you. I think that speaks volumes.” He clarified. 

“The only thing that speaks volumes is this constant headache that YOU started!” Sun argued. 

“Well what else am I supposed to do?!” Eclipse argued. 

“Literally anything! Anything besides giving me a mind-splitting headache!” Sun shouted. 

“Okay, then I’ll take over.” Eclipse replied. 

“NO!” Sun shouted, pushing him away. 

Eclipse growled and stomped away from him, muttering the word “Asshole…” as he kicked the dirtless ground of the inner code. 

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 he’s not the kind of robot to wish a shut down on anyone…but it’s a little hard to keep yourself passive when you’ve been hit with a thundering headache all day. 

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 him…

Sun smiled slightly as he remembered those moments. Moon is such an evil prankster. And yet, he’s 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 Sun…He’s unbelievably playful and passive. It’s…actually really sweet. 

“What?” Eclipse spoke up. 

Sun widened his eyes slightly as he looked up at Eclipse. “Oh nothing…” Sun replied a little too casually. 

Eclipse was now staring at him, slightly unnerved. “What…are you planning?” 

Sun’s smile widened just enough to be noticeable. “You’ll see…Very, very soon.” He muttered in an almost villainous tone. 

Eclipse sighed and laid himself onto the floor. “Whatever…Don’t care.” 

Sun smirked as he saw the perfect opportunity to strike. He walked himself closer. “You said you wanted something to do, right?” Sun asked. 

“Uhhh…Yeah?” Eclipse slowly turned his head to look at him…only for him to regret it the second he saw those wiggling fingers. 

Uh oh…

“I think I have the perfect thing to play…” He heard from Sun. 

He widened his eyes with slight fear. Oh god…

“Hmm? What’s that look for?” Sun asked rather menacingly. 

…Oh god no… “S-Sun?” Eclipse stuttered, the look of fear worsening. 

“What’s wrong, Eclipse?” Sun asked him. He moved a few steps closer. “Is someone…ticklish?” He asked. 

That was all it took. Eclipse did a full 180 turn and booked it like his life depended on it. “SUN, LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS!” He shouted. 

“Nah.” Sun replied in an eerily easygoing tone. 

Eclipse slowed his running to a stop the moment he realized how far Sun’s voice had been with that last ‘Nah’. He turned around and was taken aback by Sun’s chasing tactic: 

Sun wasn’t chasing him. He wasn’t even running! Sun was skipping! Actually skipping around like a little toddler skipping through the meadows! Any other time, it would’ve been adorable! But right now? The skipping made things even more anxiety-inducing! Was Sun…toying with him?! 

Eclipse wasn’t sure what to do. With Sun just skipping his way around the code room, running felt like too extreme of an action. But…He couldn’t just sit there! He needed to keep away from the crazy daycare attendant threatening to tickle him! 

The only thing he could think of doing was talking to him. “S-Sun please stop!” Eclipse tried to reason with him. 

“Oh now you wanna reason with me?” Sun asked, pausing for a moment with his usual genuine, yet slightly eerie grin. 

“Yes! Anything to stop you from trying to tickle me!” Eclipse reacted. 

“Tickle you?” Sun tapped his own chin as he pretended to think. “Now why would I do such a thing?” 

“I-” Eclipse growled. “YOU TELL ME!” 

“Hmmm…Maybe it was because you were trying to take me over all day.” Sun explained in an off-hand way. “Or maybe it was because of the overwhelming headache I had been getting due to someone changing up my coding.” Sun also explained. 

“I-I didn’t know tampering with your code would give you a headache!” Eclipse argued. 

“Hmmm…Is that so?” Sun walked himself closer. “Y-Y-Yeah! H-Honest!” Eclipse put up his hands in arrest. “P-Please…” 

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 impact…

…

“Boop!” 

“eeEEEK!” Eclipse hugged his side and doubled over. 

“Ho ho HO!” Sun let out in the same signature tone. “Looks like Clipsy IS ticklish!” Sun declared. “This MUST be investigated!” 

In no time at all, Eclipse felt the giggles overwhelm him the moment Sun’s fingers made contact. As Sun would quickly find out, it wouldn’t 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. “EEheeheehee! Wahahait! nonono dohohon’t!” He reacted, wiggling his rays in an attempt to stop Sun’s nimble fingers. 

“My goodness, you’re more ticklish than I thought! It’s funny, I almost want to forgive you!” Sun admitted. 

“Ihihi’ll nehehever forgihihive yohou!” Eclipse shot back. 

Sun chuckled. “Funny how you think you still have control over me.” Sun teased. “If you had been more polite, maybe I would’ve gone easier on you!” Sun sighed. “But I guess that would be asking too much from you.” He concluded. 

Eclipse tried to move his rays away from Sun’s agile fingers. But this did pretty much nothing. All it did was give Sun more rays to tickle. “Suhuhun plehehehease-” Eclipse squeaked as he felt yet another ray being scratched. “NAHAHA! DOHOHOHON’T!” 

Sun gasped. “Oh my god- The back of your rays are worse?!” Sun reacted. 

“YEHEHEHES! CUT IT OHOHOUT!” Eclipse tried to push him away. “STOHOHOHOP!” 

“Oh Clipsy, Clipsy, Clipsy…” Sun dodged his hands and kept on tickling. “You can push all you want to. I dare you to try and push me off!” Sun added. “But we both know it won’t work.” He teased.

Eclipse, thinking he could still get away, started covering up his rays instead. Maybe with no rays available, Eclipse couldn’t be tickled so vigorously. 

“Goodness me! What a move!” Sun reacted rather dramatically. “Looks like I’ll have to go somewhere else…” Sun started to stroke his chin similarly to an adult with a beard. “Where else should I go next…” Sun asked aloud. 

Eclipse stared at Sun. “Are you…playing with me?” He asked. 

“Me? Playing? Oh no no no!” Sun said in the most playful voice possible. “Sun would NEVER play! Especially when it comes to something as serious as a takeover! That would NeVeR happen!” He kept on saying sarcastically. 

Eclipse was too busy staring at Sun, to fully comprehend his words. But he could very easily read his tone and facial expressions quite clearly…

And holy crap…He’d never seen Sun act like this before! Not even with Moon! And Eclipse had been observing their relationship from within Sun’s mind for several months now! He was only now starting to take over Sun’s body! 

‘So why is Sun acting like this with me?!’ Eclipse thought to himself. 

“I thought you’d never ask!” Sun declared, reading his mind. 

Wait, WHAT?! HE HEARD THAT?!

Sun giggled and raised Eclipse’s chin. “Because it’s funny seeing you stumble and fall while executing your mission! You’ve been so busy trying to take over my body, that you haven’t even taken the time to realize who you were messing with!” Sun declared. 

Eclipse widened his eyes as an electronic shiver went up his spine. Okay…maybe he underestimated Sun. 

“Oh! And I know what tickle spot to go for now!” Sun declared. 

Wait, NO! 

Suddenly, Eclipse felt a hand grip his knee joint…and in no time at all, Eclipse felt himself get flipped upside down. “aAH! Sun, stop! What are you doing?!” 

Sun giggled. “It’s obvious, really. You are a small part of Moon’s code! Isn’t that right?” Sun asked. 

“Y-Yes, but-” 

“Then you’d have at least 1 similar tickle spot to Moon!” Sun declared rather happily. But his demeanor quickly changed the moment Sun raised his hand up so he could see Eclipse eye-to-eye. “And that’s perfect for me…because I happen to know Moon like the back of my hand.” He mentioned. 

Eclipse tried to knee Sun with his free leg. “Damn you!” He shouted. 

Sun caught his other knee with no issue at all…almost like he was planning for Eclipse to kick him. Sun moved it out of the way slightly as he made a clicking sound. “That’s not very nice, is it?” He said, staring into his soul. “Physical violence? AND bad words?!” Sun lowered his hand and flipped Eclipse around so his face was looking away from Sun. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” 

Eclipse gulped. “B-Begging for what?” 

Sun laughed as he grabbed slightly below both knee joints with only one hand. “Oh! Begging for tickles of course!” Sun declared. “And my favorite little tickle spot to go to when Moon’s being extra mischievous…” He brought his fingers closer. “-Happens to be the back of these special little knees.” With that little mention, Sun started fluttering and scratching his evil little fingers against the pit of the right knee first. “Right about here.” He added. 

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, he’ll stop! 

“Oh?” Sun looked down, and noticed Eclipse’s hand placement. A little smirk filled his face. Ooooh, he could have fun with this~ 

Sun looked up. “I guess this one isn’t very ticklish, huh?” Sun asked, acting none-the-wiser. “Maybe this other knee is worse?” Sun asked as he switched to his left knee pit. 

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 didn’t hear him break. 

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! “Looks like this one isn’t very ticklish either!” Sun reacted, moving his fingers away. “I could’ve sworn they could be ticklish!” Sun exclaimed as he stroked his chin. 

Eclipse let out a slow, but comforting breath. God, that was close…But did he do it? Did he convince Sun that he’s not ticklish?!

“Well that’s a shame…looks like I was wrong.” Sun mumbled aloud. “I guess you’re not ticklish there like I thought.” Sun added. 

Eclipse was flabbergasted. He couldn’t believe it! It worked! It actually worked!! 

Oh…but Eclipse quickly realized the truth…and it was all revealed to him the moment he felt skittering fingers against both pits of his knees.

“BWAHAHAHAHA!” Eclipse tried to reach up to stop him. “WAHAIT!” He shouted. 

“Sorry Clipsy~” Sun watched Eclipse crash down the moment his fingers moved primarily to the right knee pit. “But liars don’t get to have mercy! At least, not yet~” He teased more. 

“aAAAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHAMMIHIT!” He threw his head back with a long, slightly evil cackle. 

“Ooooh! So it looks like those eeeevil cackles of yours are more genuine than I expected!” Sun reacted. 

“SHUHUT UHUP! YOHOHOHOU-” Eclipse screeched as the left knee pit was attacked next. 

“Ah ah ah, Careful of your words, Clipsy~” Sun teased. “We don’t want you overdoing yourself, do we?” 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. 

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 hand…

This punishment could’ve been a lot worse…He had to give Sun credit where credit was due. Never in his mind, would Eclipse even think about using tickling to subdue someone. And…Oh 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. 

“HAHAHAHA! SUHUHUN! MEHER-MERCYHYHYHYHY!” He shouted at him. 

“Oh, what was that?” Sun reacted with shock. 

“MEHEHERRCYHYHY! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” He yelled to Sun. 

Sun chuckled and stopped his fingers. “Fine, fine. You can have a break.” He gently lifted Eclipse up by his back, and placed him onto the ground of the headspace. “Are you done with your special takeover?” Sun asked. 

“Yeah…I’m done.” Eclipse said with a hidden little smirk. He’s not really done. He’s just saying what Sun would like to hear, so Eclipse can get away without pushback. “I won’t try to take over.” He looked down more. ‘Yet.’ He said in his mind. 

Though Sun heard his extra word, he still accepted his decision. “Alright.” 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 Eclipse’s eventual takeover. 

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 was…on his couch in their hidden bedroom.

Wait…didn’t he shut himself down in the main daycare? Why is he on his couch? How did he get to his bedroom? 

Sun pulled himself off the couch, and noticed the blue blanket around his chest. And on the blanket, was a note: 

[Hi Sun. Found you sleeping in the daycare. Guess you didn’t make it to bed, huh?

Good night Sun. 

~Moon🌙] 

[obsessedwithspiderman2099]

Wisteria

Part three

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Word count: 1,168

Synopsis: Someone has been running laps around Miguel’s mind.

“Where’s Miguel???”

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. “Something’s up.” She told Lyla. “With Miguel?” “Who else? He’s been leaving at a normal time and hasn’t been frowning as much as he usually does.” Lyla thought for a moment about it, “you know I have been seeing him a little bit happier lately…”

She immediately began pulling up his files and stalking through them. Her yellow skin got brighter for a second when she found the reason.

“Aha!” She said, fishing out a tiny imaginary digital file and pulling it up.

“About 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!”

They both looked at each other for a second.

“You don’t think he’s….” “No! I’ve never seen him like that before..” “Maybe she and he…-“

“Maybe who and I what.”

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.

“Miguel! We were just talking about work-“ “So who’s y/n?” Lyla asked, almost casually.

Although he didn’t 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.

“She’s a citizen I was helping yesterday.” “And the day before? Sooo what’s up with that?” Lyla says, poking at the already annoyed bear.

“Lyla. Stop. It’s none of your business, I was just helping her.” He then turned to Jess, “It’s not yours either.” “Sorry, I guess I’ll get back to work.” Jess raised her arms up in defense, and left the two alone.

“Riiiiight, so why’d you go back.”

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.” “So why didn’t you just give her a taser and call it a day?” “Lyla, I'm not having this talk with you.” He said, and tried to shoo her away, but she went through his hand, staying in her spot around his shoulder now.

“Are you hiding something Miguel?” “No.”

“Then why does it look ,Ike you got sunburnt on your face.” “What? It doesn’t! Ugh- I’m not talking about this anymore.” He stormed off, slamming the door to his office on the way in.

“He’s definitely hiding something.” 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 didn’t know the Spider-Man who ran it, but after checking his files and the footage of him, he didn’t 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 ‘hero’ 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.

“Still thinking about that woman?” 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), “What? No!” “Then why’s her earth's footage covering your screens?” A smug smile plastered on her face, knowing she caught him red handed.

He grumbled, taking it off the yellow holographic screens.

“Anything else you have to say?” “Nope!”

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.

“Why did I program her like that??”

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. Why’d 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 didn’t 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.

“Hey.” 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.

“You’re back.”

A/N: Oh em gee. My first story done!!! I wasn’t 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 y’all are thinking! Thanks for reading!!!

[muriel-lover]

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 😁

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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.

“What are you doing?” Ben said giving me almost an unnatural look. “Shivering?” I responded, forgot this guy was dead.

“Hm.” Ben hummed before he continued to walk, his hands in his jackets pocket. He didn’t even feel the cold why was he wearing a jacket?

We continued to walk in silence as we walked to where our “Victim” 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 “Victims” 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 didn’t 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.

“What took you so long?” I asked my hands going deeper into my pockets trying to warm them. “I was just looking around and look what I found.” Ben said with a shit eating grin as he pulled out something from his pocket

“You’re not lookin.” 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.

“Why the hell did you grab this?” What he was holding was a vibrator.

“It looked cool, and she wasn’t going to be using it anytime soon.” Ben said laughing at bit at his own joke, what an asshole

“You don’t even know if it’s been washed.” 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 “Great” 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. “What do you want?” I questioned as Ben decided it was he’s right to get all comfy in my bed.

“Get out.” 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.

“You seemed stressed.” Ben said in a teasing tone. “Well I have a reason to, your the source.” I said looking up to his eyes, god did they always look this red?

“What if I could help you with that?” Ben said making me stop my push motions. I stood up straight and loomed over him. “How?” 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. “Why not? It will calm your nerves.” Ben said pushing a blunt closer to my face

“I don’t smoke like that.” I said looking at Ben as he looked at me again with that stupid puppy look. Pisses me off.

“If I do this will you leave me alone?” 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 “not so funny” joke when Ben propped himself up with his elbows and glanced over at me “Have you ever liked someone dude?” He asked making me really think

“I don’t know.” I responded sitting up in the bed “Like have you ever liked a guy?” Ben continued to question me

“I mean I wouldn’t hate it, I think.” 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 didn’t really know what to say.

“So you wouldn’t regret being with a man?” Ben said getting awfully close to me now, his face about a few inches from mine.

“Just what are you getting at kid?” I asked feeling my face get a bit warmer as I locked eyes onto Ben. Ben’s face slowly moved closer and I couldn’t find anything in my body to move away. Next thing I know we are kissing, and shit it’s 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 don’t 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 couldn’t 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



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 I’s 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 wasn’t a pussy but I guess it could be of good use. I licked my finger nice and good before slowly pushed it into Ben’s 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 Ben’s 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.

“Shut the fuck up.” 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. “Shut that mouth of yours boy. Before I shut it for you.” I said Ben’s 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 Ben’s ear letting him hear just how crazy he made me.

Ben was whimpering into the pillow as he muffled out a “I’m close.” 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 Ben’s 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. “You doing okay?” 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. “Are you hurt?” I asked pretending like it wasn’t a big deal even though deep down I’d feel real guilty if I ended up hurting him in that dumbass accident.

“I didnt know you could talk like that.” Ben said looking out me with a form of child like wonder

I was shocked to say the least. I didn’t either, and I’ve never talk to another person like that while fucking before.

“Um me too.” I looked away. I didn’t know that little perv liked being degraded

“Well if you’re ever down to do it again. Let’s put it up a notch.” Ben said with a wild smirk

[hellverse-angst-and-smut]

I forgot that anon requested Vox have a pussy and I fucked up TvT

I didn’t 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. “…I’m so done with this shit… I still have two more meetings… I don’t know if I can do two more hours of this shit…” he groaned, “I’m so ready to be done..” You tease him, “I could always cockwarm you during your meetings~”. He blushed hard “wh-what..” You watched as malfunctioned and glitched from being flustered. You giggled “aw baby.. I was only teasin~” 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 “…daddy please… we have ti-..” Almost as if on cue, an alarm went off on his phone, alerting him his meeting was about to start. He whined “…fuck..” He grumbled as you pulled away. “Go. Meeting time baby boy~” you purred.

[riskyraiker]

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 💕😋

Oh my i absolutely love this😍😍and here have a rose for being my first request🌹You 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 :,)

[anonymousdisco]

How’d 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.

”It seems like you are closest to your older brother Beel, but I only use closest as a subjective term. You barely interact with him. It’s a sort of ships passing in the night situation. He sees you coming into the house at odd hours of the night when he’s trying to raid the fridge. You don’t speak but at least he doesn’t tell Lucifer. He mostly ignores you at those moments.” Glitch explained to me. I groaned in my head laying my head on the desk for a moment in exasperation.

”I’ll have to come up with a reasonable explanation for being out in the middle of the night now. What would be best? Any ideas?” I asked glitch in my head.

”I don’t know. Maybe something to do with your bullies, or at least something that will make Lucifer’s protectiveness for his little sibling activate for you.” Glitch mulled over in response.

”Maybe something that will trigger both. I got the perfect idea. Thanks for the help.” I gather up my things and leave the school quietly heading for the HOL. “For now it’s important Barbatos keeps seeing me in a hard working light.” I continue to talk to glitch in my head. “For that to occur I have to make the HOL spotless as possible.”

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 Priority 

Timing: 24 hours

Mission: Cry on Mammons shoulder when he gets home

Punishment if failed: Redacted

Reward: A Surprise 

”Glitch why does this mission look different from before?” I ask as I panicked internally. “And why is the punishment redacted?!”

”The 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.”

”Even worse than the last?” I asked out of curiosity.

Glitches screen dimmed as if it was turning pale. “Waaay worse.”

”Noted.” I noticed I had stopped walking and was only standing there so I hurried home. “How on Earth am I going to be able to do this?! I haven’t even seen Mammon yet. And doesn’t he go to the Casino or clubs after school? Especially on days like today when we don’t have student council after school is over. When is he even going to get home?!”

I couldn’t help being panicked even as I tried to keep it from being noticed so Barbatos wouldn’t get suspicious of me. “I could alert you when he comes into a certain radius of the system.” 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,  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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t fail the stakes were too high. I wanted what I was promised, for my life to finally end.

Barbatos:

~Affection: 28.5%

“Something is off and I don’t know why. Her walking is almost a bit strange. I’m most likely imagining things. It’s a shame I have to leave so soon to take care of the young master. But at least I’ll get a front row seating to his meeting with Lucifer tonight. Lucifer has some explaining to do.”

~Relation- Fond Observer, ???

~Danger Level- Green

Danger Level Scale Information:

*0-29% = Green

*30-64% = Yellow Yandere traits begin to creep into thought 

[tp-spiderflo]

Spark

Pairing : Miguel O’hara x reader

A/N : hello! this is my first tumblr post/story, so be nice. In my opinion my writing’s not that good and i’m 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 haven’t 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.

“I think it’s enough for today, mi amor” Miguel says checking the monitors and tapping some buttons “It’s getting late and i’m sure you’re tired” He gives you a slight smile and walks towards the door “I’ll be right back” opening the door he walks out of the room.

You smile after him and when he’s gone you decide to try on more time..

“Maybe it’ll work this time..” 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 Miguel’s 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 it’s too late. You disappear into the portal, and once you do, the portal closes, right before Miguel’s eyes.

/end of flashback/

The two of you were very close. He was cold and stern towards everyone but you. He wasn’t 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 hasn’t smiled a bit, not even talking about being nice and perhaps open to some.

-

Their current mission they were working on was not exactly going well. They had been chasing an symbiote across multiverses and haven’t succeeded in capturing it, something always went wrong.

“We’ve gotta think outside the box..” Peter B suggested as he patted sleeping Mayday in his lap.

“Please, Peter” Miguel grunted and massaged his temples with his fingers “I’m full of your metaphors and smart phrases. Lyla, please tell me you’ve got something good for me to hear..”

A small hologram of a lady with glasses appeared before Miguel and shook her head.

“maldito infierno” 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.

“Let’s hope that creature isn’t smart enough to remember what we did the last two tames we came for it..” Jessica scoffs.

“Hey, if you’ve got some better ideas i’m listening.” 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.

“Right” Miguel sarcastically tilted his head “Let’s get going then.” He straightened out his posture.

-

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.

“You aren’t so stupid to think that every time you come to “imprison” me and use the same plan each time i will somehow fail against you guys?” 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 didn’t 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.

“Holy shit..” Jessica gasped at the scene going on in front of her.

Miguel’s jaw comes ajar and eyes soften..

“Y-Y/N?”

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

✨

@peterbsideparker

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, she’s an AI, she shouldn’t be affected by entropy.

“Hello?” She called out to the empty space. She didn’t know why she expected a response, there was no one here. She had scanned the building already and couldn’t find any heat sources nor any signs of any Spiders.

LYLA couldn’t feel emotions, but the odd pulse of uncertainty went through her. This didn’t feel real… she couldn’t 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. She’d 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. She’s 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.

“There…virus…help… fix.” Spider-Byte seemed to be glitching too, but in a different way than LYLA. She wasn’t actually there, LYLA could tell that much. Spider-Byte was projecting from somewhere else, but… wasn’t?

LYLA couldn’t tell anymore. Her normally faster-than-light computing brain hurt and she couldn’t think straight now.

Spider-Byte watched her with worry, her hands flying in front of her without actually touching anything.

“Sleep.” Spider-Byte said to her, and the command struck LYLA and she withered to the ground, her body fizzling out and disappearing.

…

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 wasn’t smiling she realized. Well, not that he’s ever truly smiling, but he seemed to have almost a look of worry on his face.

LYLA dropped the dramatics. “What happened?” 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 “organs” had been bleeding. Her data was hacked with a virus she realized.

“How did that happen?” LYLA asked, mentally scanning her internal network and feeling that everything was fine now.

Spider-Byte shrugged and Miguel finally spoke up, “You were crying.”

He said it with so much shock that he sounded afraid. She was crying? But… she can’t feel emotions. She can mimic them, sure, but she would’ve remembered if she had decided to start crying.

“What..?” she asked, quietly. Spider-Byte perked up, her spider-sense reacting. “I’ve got to go.” she said before disappearing.

“You were crying,” Miguel repeated again, “You’ve been here the entire time, crying and glitching.”

LYLA shook her head, “But, I wasn’t here. It was empty? I was in the Spider-Lounge I think.” she looked around her, “This is your office.”

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 didn’t glitch and she didn’t feel any electricity, a small smile came to her face.

“I’m fine now,” she said, reassuring the both of them. “I’m fine.”

…

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.

[theswampghost]

time for me to ramble about my production of falsettos because we closed two days ago and i’m definitely not horribly depressed about it ‼️‼️

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 there’s 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 i’ve ever done and that says a LOT. our choreographer is insane and i wouldn’t 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 jason’s 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 children’s 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 “passion dies, passion DIES” 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 “that’s what pretty boys should do.” it’s 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 i’m 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)

(i’m trying to avoid gushing about performances because it would make this post atrociously long. i’m 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 plan….

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 “i am so dumb.” 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 eyes…

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 marvin’s first “i never wanted to love you” being directed towards jason like FUCKKKKK bill finn you are evil

“i never wanted” to trina, “i wanted” to whizzer, “i never never never never never never wanted to love you” to JASON??? plus the way marvin’s voice would crack on “i wanted” 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 “GO 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 “moses everyone hates his parents” the “god voice” that our mendel would do was just gilbert gottfried

trina’s performance during holding to the ground was one of my favorite things EVER. in the last line, her “everything will be all…” she used to cut herself off with a choked inhale, like she couldn’t 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 “something that spreads from one man to another” 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 moment…. god. goosebumps every single time

jason’s kippah during the bar mitzvah was patterned to look like a baseball… white with red stitching…. i’m sobbing….

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 Whizzer’s initial on it acting as whizzer’s grave

jason was the first person to comfort marvin after what would i do

and of course, jason placing the chess piece on whizzer’s grave.

[laduenadelswing]

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. ‘’Oh 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.’’

“I wonder why she is still sleeping?” Vox asked. Valentino's eyes lid up. “I thought our little superstar could stay longer, so I put something in her drink to make her behave.” Vox lost his cool and griped his throat. “You put some rape drugs into her drink?” He almost lost his mind. “Hey Chico, I didn’t want you to work so much on your first night.” Valentino whispered seductively. “I didn't fuck her.” Now Valentino seemed confused. “But you made her kiss you?” He asked, Vox looked like he would crush his skull with electric violence. “VAL. If you don't shut it, I am going to destroy you.” Vox said his voice glitching, deep and harsh. Valentino looked intimidated by his action, Vox never lost his cool, but if he is stressed it’s 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. “Where is she?” 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. “Isabel,” he breathed, his voice a low, husky timbre that betrayed the intensity of his emotions. “Don't disappear like that.” 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. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” She stammered, unable to escape the magnetic field of Vox's desire. Vox stepped closer, the air charged with an undeniable tension. “You're not trouble, Isabel. You're the most intriguing thing I have ever encountered in hell.” He admitted, his voice dripping with intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “Anyway, I know that this situation isn’t 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.” His voice had a hint of compassion in it.

“If 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.” Vox praised her. Isabel blushed. Vox's charm, attitude and confidence made her weak. “I hope that I can help you somehow. Did you just compliment my writing.” Isabel replied, scratching her had.  “My 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.” Vox asked sincerely. “I wanted to try my luck in the club again and find a gentleman who wouldn't leave me alone in the morning.” She teased Vox playfully. He smiled, this little human was bratty and he loved it. “Let´s get you back, no one should hear about a human soul in hell.” 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. “I need you to help me. You’re a human and don't pose a treat to any sinner in hell. You're exactly what Charlie needs.” Vox explained smiling. “Who is Charlie?” Isabel asked, completely oblivious. “She 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.” Vox kept jabbering about Charlie, Angle Dust and some demons. The situation just turned confusing. “Is your human brain overloading?” He asked playfully, she nodded. “Just 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.” He stroked her small hand with his claw. Electricity flowing across the room. “Should I be scared of anyone? Valentino's temper seems dangerous.” Isabel whispered. “No, I will make him behave.”

[arriansarchive]

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.

[alfredosauce50]

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 ship’s bar, which was miraculously open in his time of need. And he would’ve kept walking if it weren’t 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!

“Oh, man!” Alfred gasped, running to him with glee. The other smiled curtly, welcoming their guest into their kingdom. A classy jazz bar. “It’s so good to see another face! I thought I was the only one awake.”

“Who wants to sleep on a beautiful day like this?”

He had short, choppy blonde hair, a roundish face, and bright green eyes. If his accent didn’t 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.

“No, I mean we’re in trouble,” He slowed down as he got to the counter. “We’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Huh?”

“Our little secret.” The bartender put down the glass he’d been polishing ceaselessly for the past minute. Then, he placed both hands on the counter invitingly, beaming at the man. “What can I get for you?”

“What?”

“You look like a whiskey man.”

“Uh, okay?” 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 guy’s ass. And so, he slid onto one of the barstools with the most disappointed glower. “Oh. You’re a robot.”

“Android, technically.” They corrected, filling a glass with brownish-orange liquid. “Arthur’s the name.”

“Alfred,” 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. “How much do you know about this ship?”

“I don’t know,” Arthur blinked inquisitively, glancing up, then down at him again. “I know some things.”

“What do I do if my hibernation pod malfunctions?”

“Oh, hibernation pods are fail-safe,” The man smiled assuringly. “They never malfunction.”

“Well, I woke up early.” Alfred countered.

“Can’t happen,” He picked up another glass and polished it, just as he did the second he got here.

“How long until we get to Homestead II?”

“About 90 years or so.”

“And when are all the passengers supposed to wake up?” Alfred smiled tightly, feigning curiosity.

“Not till the last four months.”

“How is it that I’m sitting here with you, with ninety years to go?” He spoke slowly like he would with a child. There, he watched the other’s 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.

“Ah. It’s not possible for you to be here.”

“Well, I am.” 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--“it’s a beautiful day here on the Avalon. So wake up, sunshine!”

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.

“Please make a selection.”

He pressed the first widget, an icon with a mug.

“Sorry. The Mocha Cappuccino Extreme is reserved for gold-class passengers.” It spoke, prompting him to press it again. “Sorry. The Mocha Cappuccino Extreme is reserved for gold-class passengers.”

“I want the Mocha Cappuccino Extreme. Bill my room please,” Alfred spoke firmly.

“Food can be purchased in the ship’s…”

He pressed another widget.

“Sorry. The French Roast…”

Then another.

“Sorry. The Pumpkin Spice…”

And another and another until he went down the list.

“Sorry. The Vanilla Chai… Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” 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. “Large Coffee.”

“Cream, sugar—” He said loudly.

“Please enjoy your coffee.”

A cup of black coffee was dispensed before him.

“Oh, really?” 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 didn’t fall asleep, let alone get close to cryosleep. Alfred opened his eyes, stone-faced. This wasn’t going to work, was it?

Now, to get out of this thing.

He pushed the hatch in different places, but it didn’t 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 didn’t 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. He’d hack at it with a sledgehammer, and when that didn’t work, he’d 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 ship’s 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.

“G-Ground concourse. Going down. P-Please make.”

Looks like he wasn’t the only thing breaking down.

“I’m screwed, Arthur,” 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. “Completely and ridiculously screwed.”

“Come on, now.” Arthur chided, polishing the inside of a glass. “Every cloud has its silver lining.”

Alfred tilted his head as if to go, fair enough.

“Guess I am gonna die of old age on this ship.”

“Oh, we all die,” The other said as-a-matter-of-factly. “Even androids end up on the scrap heap.”

He scoffed through his nose, swallowing another gulp of his whiskey. Like he’d 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.

“I’m your only customer. Why are you always polishing a glass?” He asked, brows furrowed.

“Trick of the trade. Makes people nervous when the bartender just stands there.” Arthur explained.

“So lay some bartender wisdom on me,” He placed his drink on the counter. “I’m lost in space, here.”

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.

“You’re not where you want to be. You feel like you’re supposed to be… Somewhere else,” 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.

“You said it.” He nodded with a squint.

“Say you could snap your fingers and be wherever you wanted to be. I bet you’d still feel this way,” Arthur continued, getting him to lower his gaze in thought. “Not in the right place. Point is, you can’t get so hung up on where you’d rather be, that you forget how to make the most of where you are!”

“What are you telling me?”

“Take a break from worrying about what you can’t control,” The other glanced up from the things in his hands. Then, with the most subtle, yet, suggestive smile, he added this in a whisper. “Live a little.”

“Live a little,” 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 didn’t 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.

“Welcome to the Vienna Suite.”

“Oh, yeah!” He laughed breathily. Alfred walked in with his head tilted back to take it all in--the highest ceilings he’d 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.

“What?” 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.

“Make that double jumbo shrimp--triple.”

“あいがとう ございます,” 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.

“Dance off,” 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 ‘O’. 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.

“I did exactly what you just did!” He exasperated.

His short stubble turned into an unkempt beard.

“Uno más margerita, por favor.” 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.

“You have had many, señor.” The robot waiter said.

“Oh, Hector, por favor, otra vez!”

“Sí, señor.”

He leaned over and followed it with his gaze.

“Gracias,” 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 didn’t react to the avid cheers around him. He kept a poker face, exhausted by the repetitive lifestyle of indulgence he’d 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. He’d feed the ship’s vacuum bots breakfast, tossing them soggy cereal bits. He’d order ridiculous amounts of takeout, then sleep in a nest of takeaway boxes. He’d 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 he’d 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 he’d 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.

“Welcome, Alfred.”

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 wasn’t what piqued his interest. He approached one of the suits and pressed his head to the chest, and for just a few seconds, he’d pretend it was a person.

“Please 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 will…”

He even held onto the gloves, the closest he’d get to holding someone else’s hands again.

“Remember, your space suit is your lifeline.”

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.

“Slide the handle on the right to release the air pressure,” The voice spoke, turning his head to said handle. He slid the protective casing down, feeling a sucking on his feet. “your magnetic boots are now engaged. Press the red button to open the airlock door.” 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 he’d 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. He’d never get tired of repeating that quote, accent and all--just like he’d 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 would’ve entertained outside of these circumstances. He didn’t 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, he’d never dream of returning. But that wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 would’ve 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 would’ve 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.

“(F/N),” He muttered, reading the name tag.

“Searching passenger profiles,” 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.

“My dad used to say, if you live an ordinary life, all you’ll have are ordinary stories. So, here I am.”

Alfred brought his cereal from the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” 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 didn’t know that. And it was nicer than he remembered.

“We’re starting over in every way,” You shook your head at the weight of that statement. “I’ll have to figure out where to live, how to live, who my friends will be--it’s like the first day of school, if the school bus took a hundred and twenty years to get there.”

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.

“Everything’s gonna be different to how we do things on Earth. But we’re still the same.”

Alfred purchased your book.

“We’d want to make something for ourselves, only we actually get to do it under blue skies.”

He opened the first page and started reading.

“This should be interesting,” 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.

“Do you ever read something and feel like it’s written just for you?” Alfred asked, never tearing his gaze away from his tablet. This was the second book of yours he’d 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 didn’t matter anymore.

“I don’t do a lot of reading,” Arthur pondered.

“She’s good.”

“Who’s that?”

“(F/N).” He hummed.

“Ah. The sleeping girl.”

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.

“You know, I’m not saying the universe is evil, but it sure has a nasty sense of humor.” He muttered.

“How is that?” Arthur asked.

“You get to fly to another planet, but you’ll die along the way,” His eyes burned as he verbalized his sobering realities, his second one, even more so. “And you find this amazing girl right in front of you, but she’s completely out of reach.”

Even at nighttime, he found himself watching you. He liked the idea of having a conversation with you, just as he’d been pretending to these past several weeks. He liked the idea of you. Fantasizing was the closest he’d 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.

“Say you were trapped on a desert island, and you had the power to wish somebody there with you,” Alfred spoke restlessly like he’d lose his nerve the second he hesitated. “Then you wouldn’t be alone anymore. But you’d be stranding the person on the island. How do you… Would you make that wish?”

Arthur narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been on an island.”

“Okay, yeah, well, er, forget the island,” He relented.

“Ah.” The android nodded.

“Let’s say you… Figured out how to do something…” He began cautiously one second, only to lose his composure in the next. “That would make your life a million times better, but you knew it was wrong, and there’s no taking it back. How do you do the math?”

“Alfred, these are not robot questions,” The other warned, getting the man to exhale deeply.

He’d been reasoning with himself the whole time, trying to find some sort of justification for what couldn’t 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.

“I know how to wake (F/N) up.”

Next chapter: The sleeping girl

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[partyanimal167]

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.

~~~

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.