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[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara - AU Scientist (Across the Spider-Verse) - Chapter 8 - Final

Time has given you a chance to really think about all that has happened in your life. The truth is, you lost faith in a lot of things after you lost your uncle. Then Gavin. It felt like you were being punished constantly.

But you’ve come to understand that it’s just life.

You can’t control everything.

Your eyes drift over the news report.

A bank robbery, three people died.

You could have stopped it, had you not been afraid.

“Remember sweetheart, with great power comes great responsibility. Never forget that.”

That’s what your uncle said. You were supposed to live by those words, but you’d just gotten so bitter. You decided that if life was going to screw you over, you would stop trying.

Stop helping.

Seated on your bed, your eyes are trained on the trunk placed before you. The dust that has accumulated at the top makes sense. It’s been almost five years. Reaching for the lock, you twist it, breaking the metal. The pieces drop to the floor and you stare at the navy and ruby suit.

It looks the very same as the day you first wore it.

The spider insignia has a bittersweet feeling. You wear a small smile, reminiscing on the very first time you’d completed the outfit. The feel of swinging through the streets of New York. The rush after saving a life. That genuine satisfaction of making a difference. It’s weird, but so many emotions are all rushing back. You never planned to ever touch this box again. But Spiderman…that Miguel..his words won’t leave.

Even if he was an asshole, he was right.

You have the power to keep people safe with more than just your knowledge as a scientist. But your strength as a hero.

“I had a feeling.”

You’d left the door to your room open, so you aren’t that surprised that Miguel walks right in. He moves closer, staring down at the opened trunk. The suit makes his eyes widen just a bit.

“You told me but I..I still can’t believe that you’re the vigilante. Many people speculated that you had died.”

Exactly what you hoped.

“Are you going to join him, that vigilante?”

There’s a tightness in his voice.

“I am.”

You look over, and you aren’t surprised at the fear mixed in with understanding. You realize that Miguel is essentially powerless in this situation. He can’t stop you from this decision. The look on his face, you can tell he wouldn’t even try. Because he understands. Just as much as you do.

“This time I promise, I’ll protect everything I care about.” You turn to him fully and Miguel takes your hands.

“I’ll do what I can to ensure that you keep that promise.”

You smile.

“How did I ever get so lucky?”

There was a time where you truly thought that you were cursed. Yet, when you look at Miguel, all you feel is blessed.

“I should be asking the same question.”

You move closer, and he squeezes your hand a bit tighter. Miguel leans over, the very moment that you feel the familiar tingling at the back of your head. You flinch, turning to your side. The very same portal opens, and that tall figure steps right through. The suit is a dead give away. Spiderman looks less than pleased.

“Did I interrupt something?"

“Of course you did!! What kind of moron just pops up in a woman’s room! What if I’d been changing. HUH! I know you’re from a different earth but common decency should be universal!!”

Spiderman turns his head.

“Sorry.”

Your frown deepens and you massage the bridge of your nose. If it’s one thing you don’t miss, it's the random appearances of heroes in your residence.

Miguel is still staring at his superpowered counterpart.

“This is still a bit much to take in..sorry.”

You shake your head.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You assure.

Spiderman may be wearing a mask, but from his stance you can tell he’s not very patient, or pleased.

“I didn’t come here for lectures. I need your help. People are in danger and you seem to know more than any other hero in my organization. You can save people, help people. You can’t tell me that you’ll turn your back on that. I need you to see how important this is.”

You sigh.

“No need for the speech, I’m going to help.” He tilts his head, clearly not fully believing you. Especially how much you fought in your first meeting.

“You will?”

“Yes.”

“I told you, all you had to do was ask nicely.” The hologram that pops up at the side of his shoulder catches you both by surprise.

“Now isn’t the time Lyla.” He grouses.

“Artificial Intelligence..” Miguel mutters. You can already see the wheels turning in his head. The expression that he’s now wearing is just too cute. You grin.

“I can already see the equations running through your head Miguel.” He flushes when he realizes he’s been caught, adjusting his glasses a bit bashfully.

“Sorry, it’s just impressive. “

“It is.”

You agree.

“It’s weird isn’t it, you both have the same face.” Lyla is now inches away from Miguel's face, and he stares at her in interest as she takes a selfie with a filter attached. You can’t help but laugh. Despite Spiderman’s sucky attitude, it’s clear that he is indeed gifted.

“He’s kinda cute actually.” Lyla mutters.

“LYLA!”

“Hey, I’m just saying. Throw on a pair of glasses and look more innocent and boom.”

You glance over at Miguel. It’s hard to picture him with a frown 24/7.

“I’m glad you’re my Miguel.” You lean over placing a kiss on his cheeks and he blushes.

“I’m leaving.”

He turns his back and you giggle. It must be a bit awkward watching you kiss a different version of him. He tosses something over his shoulder and you catch it in your right hand. The very unusual watch is what you expect.

“I’ll be in touch.”

Hopefully he’ll give you a heads up before he appears again.

“Welcome back.”

You can’t fight the smile at the statement.

Without another word, the portal reopens and he steps back in.

Miguel looks back at you.

The future is uncertain, but maybe this time, you’ll do it all right. 

[avkamfher]

Of all the hurdles I was expecting to have to jump today, I was not expecting to have a co-worker tell me they don’t know how to fill out a spreadsheet because they don’t know how the system was implemented. Which has noting to do with what I wanted him to do but okay, I’ll do everything for you. Despite having most everything baby-man proof. You just copy and paste things from the database into the spreadsheet then send it back to me.

[kasaneteto]

VERY RARE eyeliner W from debin can i get a round of applause 😎 also my outfit rox very gnc for the work dinner

[miserye]

debating flying abck to texas for kpop boy group world tour hnmmmmm

[janeway-lover]

I need inspiration to finish this WIP so here have this

-

“Crowley, you gotta see this.”

“Hastur, if you try and show me another puddle of puke I will walk out,” he says with a sigh. They had been closed for 30 minutes, but the last table (a sorority here to kick off a bachelorette party, ugh) had only just left. 

“Nah, man, it’s not that. You remember that dude you were totally drooling over earlier?” 

“No,” he insists, although the blush on his face would prove otherwise.

“Yeah, okay. Anyway, I’m checking my receipts, right, and look at this,” he says, brandishing a receipt under Crowley’s nose. He snatches it from Hastur’s hand and holds it out to read. And then reads it again.

“Does that say fifty dollars as a tip?” Hastur nods. Holy shit. He’s hot, nice, and rich. Fuck. Crowley doesn’t have a chance with him. 

“Yep. He’s not my type, though. So when he comes back around looking for a sugar baby” - here he falters as he dodges a slap from Crowley - “I’ll make sure to send him your way.” He does not manage to dodge the second slap.

-

In which Crowley is a host at a local restaurant and Aziraphale is the new regular

[emodennis]

some context: i'm marching with my new coworkers & managers, but we work at the lgbt center and it's pride so idk how "work appropriate" it has to be

[im-tempted]

you are gods strongest soldier actually and you shoulld be allowed to kill. Or at the very least Maim

Working in customer service is like if people where legally allowed to fuck with you and you are not allowed to leave your weird little box

[lavellun]

my week in a nutshell

monday: i'm finally adopting a cat 🥰

wednesday: i'm literally losing my job 🙃

[provokedgoalie]

printed out some hockey word searches at work lol

[mysticfishphantom]

Now Im gonna post some babies from work. Theyre all adopted or at rescues or fosters now, i just dont delete things off my phone.

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[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara - AU Scientist (Across the Spider-Verse) - Extra

Miguel is proud. 

That’s the only word he can think of. 

Because whenever he watches the news and sees pictures of you swinging through New York, or rescuing civilians, he can’t help but wonder how someone so incredible could exist in this world. You’d had a rough run, yet somehow you’d mustered up the courage to do this again. 

Of course he’s proud. 

Proud to be the one standing by your side. 

Even though that’s the case he can’t help but feel a bit like a lost puppy. Because it feels like it’s been so long since he’s been able to hold you. 

Really hold you.

Which is a strange thing for him to crave because he’s always avoided physical intimacy. 

But somehow, he constantly longs to be by your side. To support you. Defend you, protect you. 

Love you.

That’s why when the both of you finally catch a free moment together he’s determined to make the most of it. Maybe dinner, a nice one. Then the both of you can watch those romantic comedies that you love so much. 

That he enjoys himself. 

He’s excited.

It feels like forever since you had a weekend to relax. 

Between your day job and your vigilante activities, your schedule is usually filled. That’s why when you make plans with Miguel you are excited. 

The minute you step through his door, you kick off your shoes. 

“I’m back!” 

You have your spider suit comfortably tucked in your duffle bag. Miguel comes from around the corner and you grin. 

“(Y/N)..” 

You know he partly expected you to cancel at the last second like you had to the last three times. 

“Since we have a chance I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie then jump in the tub and-” 

Miguel crosses the floor and kisses you. It catches you a little off guard. The strap of your bag slides down your shoulder, right onto the floor. The thud echoes, but it’s lost in the stillness of the moment. 

His kisses are hungry, and you find yourself blushing as you reciprocate. He’s trying to taste everything. Your brows knit at his neediness. It’s so rare to see him lose control like this. Miguel has always exuded golden retriever energy. He’s possibly the only man that you’ve ever thought of as just downright cute. 

Although now, you may need to add other adjectives to the list in which you describe your boyfriend. 

You don’t even realize that he’s walking you backwards until your back hits the door. You moan, and Miguel finally pulls away. 

“Sorry..” 

It’s a whisper, but he hasn’t fully pulled away. He’s leaving kisses along your neck. You close your eyes, trying your best to gather your thoughts as well as not to break the door handle that you have accidentally grabbed onto. You open your palm and slide it against the flat part of the door, finally opening your eyes. Miguel moves back, just to take in your expression. 

“I’ve missed you, more than I was willing to admit. I admire what you do. More than anything I love that you’ve decided to do something that obviously terrifies you. You’re brave, strong, intelligent, beautiful..” 

The last one is a whisper of adoration, and you swallow. You can say without a doubt that you’re freaking wet and he hasn’t even taken your clothes off yet. 

“I don’t want to be selfish. Having you to myself is more than enough but I still..want more..” 

Miguel’s hand moves to the front of your blouse. When he begins undoing the buttons, you bite your lip. You can fully understand his unease. Right now you’d like to fully reassure him. But it’s hard when he’s literally driving you crazy to the point that you can’t fully think. 

When the buttons are free, he leaves a kiss right at the center of your chest. His hands cup your mounds as he moves lower. You’re not even sure what is keeping you on your feet right now because they don’t feel steady. 

“More..” 

A kiss right at your hip. You let out a little whimper. His fingers slid to the zip of your skirt. One clean move and he’s pulling the garment down your legs, caressing your thighs. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat and the moan that releases is impossible to hide. Miguel draws back, looking up at you. Your half lidded eyes. Shaky stance. Beautifully taunting lips..

He wants it all.

You’re scooped up into his arms. 

Nothing is said, he takes off to his room. 

~

“M-Miguel!!” 

Gripping the pillows, you can’t seem to control your moans. You’re on your stomach, and Miguel’s harsh thrusts from behind are everything that you crave. Something that you’ve noticed is that his stamina is incredible. You’re literally superhuman and you feel as though you won’t last. Because you’ve gone at it three times already. Each time seems more delicious than the last. Maybe it’s because you both haven’t had a chance to feel each like this for a little over a month. 

Cuddles and deep kisses were completely different. 

“H-Harder!!” 

He grunts, and when you feel his hands on your waist, you know he’s about to do just that. He pushes in with new determination. He’s going faster and tears prickle at the corner of your eyes at how amazing it feels. How much he seems to know your body. Obviously better than you know yourself. Because you can feel your release. He’s gotten you there everytime without fail. 

He presses his hand to the mattress, right over your own. When he links your fingers it feels like the final push to get you there. Your release rocks you right through your body, and Miguel is still thrusting, a bit clumsily now. 

The bed shifts two..three more times and you finally cave. Your body drops on the bed, completely spent. Miguel slides out of you with a strangled moan and he lays right at your side. Your breathing is terribly unsteady, and Miguel mirrors your state. You can see the slight sheen of sweat on his body, and you turn onto your back, reaching for his hand. You take it, smiling at him bashfully. 

His dark eyes meet your beautifully satisfied gaze.

“Cariño.” 

He draws closer, reaching out his free hand to push back your hair, giving you a loving smile. 

“I love you, (Y/N).” 

Your eyes water at the confession. 

“I-I love you too Miguel…s-so much..” 

You can’t help but get emotional. He understands because he feels quite the same. He just wants to hold you. Miguel pulls you closer. For a moment you bask in the warmth. 

However, when you feel something poking you between the thighs, you look down. Your cheeks heat up at his hardness. 

“What the..” 

Miguel rubs his neck bashfully.

“I..I’ve missed you.” 

Miss is an understatement. You’re starting to think that he’s the one that was bitten by a radioactive spider. 

His refractory period is ridiculous. 

“I can take care of it.” 

He says softly. He has every intention to carefully slip out and deal with the problem so he can run back and hold you. But you grab his arm before he can pull away. He’s a bit puzzled, but when you take his hand and guide it down between the sheets, he follows patiently. You press his fingers to your heat and Miguel gulps, eyes meeting your own. 

“I guess you're not the only one.” You admit.

It’s clear that neither of you have any kind of control.

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[thefabulous-mostgroovy]

my period must be coming up soon cuz there is no Way im crying over not being able to mute the discord music bot lmaooooo

[xsaintseraphx]

I wish I had a friend.

But I'm insufferable to be around with.....

[janeway-lover]

Hey, look at that, I finished it! This is the WIP I posted about yesterday, and I can't believe that actually worked.

Anthony Jay Crowley was a lot of things.

He was the type of man that mothers used to warn their daughters about in high school. He had dark red hair that no one could agree about whether it was natural or dyed. He had a tattoo below his ear. He wore all black. He never took off his sunglasses.

And most importantly, he was ready to burn this restaurant to the ground with everyone inside it.