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miguelhugger2099 · 1 year ago

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Him and I (1/2)

Summary: You get thrown into another, another dimension while on a mission with Miguel. You end up meeting Miguel's variant where lingering feelings lie. Next Comic!Miguel x Reader x ATSV!Miguel, SMUT, PWP, Word Count: 6,808 CW: just a smidge of voyeurism

It was rough how you ended up here in another dimension and it wasn’t ideal either. Earlier, you were on a mission with Miguel and doing the usual of tracking and containing anomalies. However, this one was a little rough, giving both you and Miguel a hard time with how slippery it had been. Arriving at the scene, Miguel quickly barked orders at you to scan the place to track and trace any possible disrupted canon events. While he went one way, you went the other and for a while, neither of you had been able to grab it. Until your watch pinged with a hologram of Miguel’s face calling to tell you he found the anomaly and was leading it towards you for some backup. Putting on your mask, you swung away on your webs to meet him halfway.

One thing led to another and both of you were hollering at each other different plans and strategies since this anomaly was somehow escaping every chance it got. Miguel grabbed on its neck and yanked it back which made it screech and slam him against a brick wall. He grunted and let go from the sheer force of it. The anomaly went head first for you to which you jumped on its back. Eventually, you held onto it and tried to use your watch to open a portal. The anomaly tried ripping you off it, scratching your watch and damaging the touch pad. Whatever number you tried putting in, was jumbled up and yet a portal opened up anyway. Time and space warped around you two, the wormhole trying to suck up anything. The anomaly then grabbed you and ripped you off its back, throwing you into the portal which shut right after you went through. So here you are, in a dimension that isn’t your New York, but it did look like a certain someone’s Nueva York. Tall buildings, hovercrafts and holographic billboards were plastered everywhere. You looked down at your watch and saw claw marks on the touchpad, small sparks of electricity fizzed out but it wasn’t too damaged, you decided. You weren’t glitching so you counted that as a win. You heard a familiar zip of web shooters being used from above. Tilting your head up, you saw the familiar red and mostly blue suit swinging by and ignoring you. You squinted at the figure leaving.

“Miguel…?” You whispered to yourself. Pushing the watch problem aside, you began following him, trying to catch up to him. “Miguel!” You called out through the whipping winds as you gained speed.

His figure thwipped around, seemingly trying to get you off his tail. You grew frustrated. Why was he just avoiding you? If he was here, that means the anomaly had gotten away and it’d be more work for both of you.

He then made a sharp turn around a tall building. You nearly passed it but you stopped yourself just in time to swivel your head around to see where he had gone. Your eyes honed in on his figure crawling up the side of the building and into an open window. With determination, you shot your web to the building and began crawling up. Once you made it to the damn near very top, you opened the window and crawled in. With your feet now planted on the floor, you took off your mask and looked around. It was a bedroom and a large one at that with a giant king sized bed and a giant set up where you assumed would display a holographic screen. You noted it was dark too with all the lights switched off and Miguel was nowhere to be seen. You were sure you saw him crawl in this room. You began walking around the room just to make sure, trying to find anything. When you didn’t–the lack of pictures was appalling– you made your way over to the bedroom door and took a peek outside of it. The hallways were just as dark, if not darker. You took a step out and squinted your eyes, hoping your vision would adjust to the lighting.

You heard a shift far in front of you and paused in your steps. You tried focusing on whatever was in front of you and that’s when you saw red eyes. You froze and held your breath while the eyes simply watched you, slightly moving as it seemingly saw you through the dark.

These eyes were familiar to you and so you dropped your guard. “Miguel…?” You called out again. “What the hell? I was right behind you! Did the anomaly throw you in here too?”

You tried approaching him but then backed up when he came closer as well, at a faster rate than you thought. Your gasped and your spider senses went haywire. With a bit of difficulty on your end, you looked up to see someone who wasn’t Miguel. Or you thought.

The man had Miguel’s scarlet orbs, but instead of brown hair he had dark red hair to match his eyes. Instead of brown skin, he had white skin. He had a similar face shape with the same sharp cheekbones and strong jawline but his face was a bit longer than that. You noticed a five o’clock shadow he might’ve been planning to shave off soon. His height was shorter than your Miguel but it was still tall enough to tower over you. His face was in a scowl, teeth bared and claws unsheathed, on guard for the danger that he decided you were. You took a glance down his chest, the spider emblem different than you remember–much sharper than your Miguel’s geometric shapes.

“Who…who are you?” You asked, taking a few steps back and this man following, his eyes never leaving yours. If you searched for a while longer, you would’ve seen a hint of disbelief and hidden fondness.

“Miguel O’Hara. Who are you?” He growled. You gulped flinching when your back hit the wall and his clawed hand struck the space by your head to cage you against him.

You stated your name with a shake of your voice. It seemed to anger him further.

“Don’t lie to me.” He grit his teeth, his lips curled to show his fangs.

“It–It’s not! I swear!” You insisted. “Listen, I can explain. I’m from another dimension. I–I’m part of this society full of other people like us—with spider powers. I got…blasted here by some villain when I was with you—or the variant you–but I’m not here to fight some more.” You sighed, hoping he could have some sense and maybe believe you.

Miguel’s eyes narrowed down at you to search and scan for just an ounce of lying in your tone but he found none. His facade cracked for a moment, almost melancholy and sad before hardening again. He separated from you, standing taller and retracting his talons back to his fingertips. You saw him hesitate to lift his hand up but he decided against it. “How did you get here?” He asked lowly.

You lifted your wrist to show your damaged watch. “It’s more or less a dimension hopping device,” You elaborated. Miguel attempted to slip it off your wrist but you stopped him. “I have to keep it on or else I’ll start glitching and–it hurts.” You laughed nervously a bit at the end. Miguel’s facial expression didn’t waver. He only held your wrist–gently at that– and turned it around to examine it.

“I can fix it.” He murmured nonchalantly with a raise of his reddish eyebrow. You sighed. Even in another dimension, Miguel is just as sure of himself. He looked up to meet your eyes, softer but still guarded. “If you’ll let me.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Yes, please, of course. That’d be great. Thank you.” He let go of your hand and turned around to a space in his home where various inventions laid around and you followed suit with big eyes. “Woah… This is..cool.” You mumbled. Miguel looked over his shoulder as he walked, a ghost of a fond smile on his lips when you weren’t looking. Then suddenly, a bright yellow figure popped up. She was life sized with long white blonde hair in a side part with a white long dress.

“Welcome home, Miguel,” She placed her hands behind her back and gave him a dimpled smile. Her smile faltered when she saw you. “Is that–”

Miguel cut her off by introducing your name to her. “She’s from another dimension. That’s all, Lyla.” You couldn’t see Miguels face but you did see Lyla’s��which you were surprised at the stark difference. You saw her eyes glance at Miguel and then stand up a bit taller, her smile coming back. It was as if they had a mutual understanding.

“Of course, Miguel.” She closed her eyes and phased out again, leaving the two of you alone again. Miguel turned around to face you and gestured to a stool by a nearby table. You walked over and sat on it, Miguel grabbing another chair–and a toolbox it seemed–and placing himself beside you. He offered his hand and you gave it to him, your size difference being much clearer. Miguel took off his suit gloves which surprised you once more since your Miguel’s suit wasn’t necessarily standard fabric like this one. But since this one had claws too, the suit must also be made of some technology you’re not aware of.

Miguel took a look inside the damage the claws had done to the watch and began working on it silently. You took the time to notice his features and began comparing it to the other Miguel subconsciously.

The five o’clock shadow you had noticed before was also coming in red. It seemed like this version of Miguel leaned more into his Irish side. His hair was in a short side part, with his fringe falling on his forehead but he didn’t seem to pay any mind to it. The small glances he took at you made you see his eyes more clearly. They were the same red as your Miguel and equally as beautiful.

You pushed that thought away. It was strange to think that way about your boss’ variant, much less your boss himself. You admit he’s handsome–the two of them– and you could also tell that they knew that.

“Had enough staring?” He asked when you turn away to shake off your thoughts. If you didn’t know any better, it’d sound like he was teasing you.

“Have you?” You shot back. “I saw you staring too.”

“I was.” Miguel answered simply. He placed a screwdriver down, popping open the screen and examining it further. “Sorry about that. You…remind me of someone.”

The air had felt heavier. You had a gut feeling and you decided to see if you were right. “Did you know another me?”

Miguel nods, not looking up. “My own you, she passed,” He picks apart the device carefully, making sure to not damage it further. “Seeing you and sensing you…I was convinced you were some villain trying to haunt me. But I know now that it’s not true.” He says with little to no emotion. Maybe he was just hiding it under a facade. It wouldn’t be the first time you were on that end.

“I’m sorry,” You tried to apologize but he stood up, taking a piece of your watch with him.

“Nothing’s really damaged other than the screen. It shouldn’t be a problem to fix.” He says softly, and turns away to another side of the room. You purse your lips, deciding whether or not to play into his bad habits of closing off when he just opened up. You decided the former and asked another question.

“How long will it take?”

He pauses. “Do you hate it here already?”

“What?! No. No, of course not! I mean, I can't hate what I don’t know. Not to say I don’t know you. I know a Miguel just maybe you’re different. Which isn’t a bad thing but it’s just I can’t overstay–I need to go home because that would be invading your space.”

Miguel looks over at you and the corners of his lips are turned up. “I was joking.”

You stop your rambling and frown at him. “Your humor is bland.” Miguel laughs through his nose and shakes his head.

“You’re still the same…” He murmurs to himself. He shrugs off that thought, thinking it was disrespectful to the you that he once knew.

“It won’t take long,” He speaks to you. “I don’t have the exact materials as this but it’s still possible to make them. It should take a couple days. Maybe a little more or less a week.” He pulls up a holographic monitor and touches across the screen.

A week, you thought to yourself, at best. Miguel took another look around the damaged screen he’d plucked off your watch.

“Did I make this?” He looked over at you and you instinctively sat up straighter. “The other me.” He clarified.

“Well, yeah,” You shrugged on one side. “Made the blueprint and had Lyla help make it.”

“Lyla?” He hummed with a raise of his eyebrows. “Hm.” His jaw clenched, feeling a tinge of envy for his counterpart. He did dimensional travel and he had you around? It wasn’t fair. With a click of his tongue, he placed the screen back down and moved away from the table, opting out to type things you couldn’t see on another monitor.

You felt awkward sitting there with nothing to do so you stood up and looked around, keeping a respectful distance from Miguel and his things. You didn’t notice the way he stopped typing and admired you through the reflection of his monitor.

Same curve of your nose, shape of your jaw, same way your eyelashes fluttered. Miguel wished you were a ghost in that moment, maybe then he wouldn’t feel that agonizing itch to hold you again. “Do you…want a change of clothes?” He asked you, pulling you out of your bubble. “I have some of her things still here, lying around.” He offered, trying to appear nonchalant. You looked down at your spider suit. It was a bit dirtied from being thrown around so you could use a pair of comfortable clothes.

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t want to ruin her things or anything.”

Miguel shook his head and made his way out, ushering you to follow him. “I insist. I’d rather her things be used than lying around anyway.” You two had walked into his bedroom again. He opened his bottom drawer and pulled out some shirt and sweatpants. He held onto them a little longer before inhaling and passing them to you.

You looked at the clothes, noting how he looked at them “I really don’t have to wear them–”

“Please.” Miguel insisted. You blinked once and licked your lips, giving him time to make sure before you took it in your hands. You held it close to your chest.

“Bathroom?” You asked. He pointed down the hall and you followed, closing the door behind you and leaving Miguel alone with his thoughts. He rummaged through his drawer to find his own set of comfortable clothes outside his suit. He thought to himself, thinking about you and trying to find any differences. Your nose bridge was different but the tip of it was the same. Your hair texture was the same but you had a slightly different hue.

He didn’t know whether or not he wanted to help you. On one hand, you were the ghost of his past–the figure that taunted him of his failures as Miguel and as Spider-Man. But on the other hand, he missed you. All he ever wanted was to see you again and he wanted to selfishly keep seeing you. He sat at the edge of his bed, battling with his inner thoughts until he heard you come back.

Miguel looked up and got the wind knocked out of his chest. They fit you perfectly like you bought these yourself. You smiled awkwardly at him, thinking it was weird for him to see you in his dead girlfriend's clothes but he just nodded.

“Looks like it fits.” He choked out.

“They do. Thanks, again.” You smiled wearily. One week. He’d enjoy you for one week and maybe–just maybe– ask if you can come back.

Miguel didn't like the fact you offered to stay in his penthouse while he did his Spider-Man duties. Even more so when he knew you didn’t like sitting still either and only offered out of politeness. He guessed that if you were anything like him now, a being with super powers, it meant you also felt a responsibility to do something and help people. So, he invited you to join his patrols.

You declined at first. “I’ve already crashed your universe–”

“Would it kill you to just join me without being so high and mighty?” He asked with a pointed look knowing you were too nice for your own good even in his universe. You sighed through your nose and reluctantly agreed, still feeling awkward around him despite his not so stubble attempts to make you comfortable. Which was strange considering your initial hostile encounter.

For the next few days, it seemed patrolling was a nice bonding time for you two. Surprisingly, you worked well together like he knew just how you worked and acted accordingly. He knew once you spotted a small crime going on, he’d let you get the first punch in since you were a bit competitive. While swinging, he figured out you liked to hang in the air for a moment longer before using your webs again ao he swung at a distance while you could do your flips and jumps. For the entire week, you had forgotten you were technically stranded here but that fact didn’t seem to bother you.

Along with that, Miguel worked on fixing your watch, creating a small wristband that would delay your glitching while he took the device. Eventually, he did fix it and turned it brand new again. You were incredibly grateful and he just smiled softly at you through his shaded glasses. You slipped it on and was prepared to head home when he stopped you and asked if you’d like to go on a final patrol with him. You fiddled with your watch, debating but you did feel a small part of you not wanting to leave him, strangely enough. So, you went.

It had been late by the time you came back to his penthouse, opting to crawl through the window of his bedroom. The night was hotter than expected, both of you leaning on the wall to catch your breaths after ripping off your masks.

“Made sure no one followed?” You asked with a heavy sigh. Miguel propped himself off the wall and leaned over to glance outside the window beside you, his hand placed next to your head and his hand subconsciously held your hip, making you freeze. He didn’t seem to notice even as you stared shamelessly up at him. Miguel’s eyes were focused and sharp, a stark contrast to the way he squinted under his sunglasses during the daytime. His arm by your head flexed as he moved to keep himself steady but the hand on your hip was warm and comforting that left your heart fluttering. Sure, he was handsome–but you couldn’t, right? Right?

Miguel’s eyes found yours again and for a moment was confused why you seemed so stiff. You looked up at him with beady and bashful eyes that made his heart skip a beat. He instinctively looked down at your lips and back to your eyes, his hand moving up to your waist. He hunched over you, caging you to the wall and making you feel the heat radiating off his body. You stared straight even as he closed in on you by your ear, your heart pounding in your chest and down to your abdomen.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” He whispered by your ear, his thumbs by your waist caressed your hip bone, a subtle reminder of his sweetness underneath his rough exterior. Despite the short time spent together, he was sure you felt something for him after basically living with him. He was still at a distance but with your lack of reply, he took that as an answer and took a step back away from you.

Before he could, you grabbed onto his arms, keeping him in place and close to you. “No,” You said quickly. “No, don’t stop. Please.” You whispered, your heart hammering inside your chest.

Miguel came back to you, his arms securing himself around you, his own heartbeat increasing in speed. “Are you sure?” He asked softly.

You nodded. “Please.” You whispered again. Miguel took one arm off your waist to cup your cheek and tilt it up to face him. You felt heat crawl up to your cheeks meanwhile Miguel looked like he was about to take a bite of the forbidden fruit that was you. He was entranced and a little needy and eager to feel your lips on his again. Despite you being a different version of the one he knew–it was still you. Down to your hair, eyes and lips. Even the way your nose would scrunch in disgust and the way you walked and fiddled with your fingers. It was all still you. He wasn’t going to lose his chance.

So he kissed you.

He kissed you like a man starved, practically bending your back as he curled himself on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck to gain some stability while he pulled you close enough for you to go on your tiptoes. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss and his hand left your cheek to bend slightly to pick you up. You got the hint and wrapped your legs around him and Miguel pressed you up against the wall. His growing erection grinding slowly on your clothed heat, making the two of you moan.

Your fingers curled into his fiery hair just the way he liked and his hands grabbed at every piece of flesh he could squeeze in his palms. Miguel’s lips separated from yours, a string of saliva connecting the two of you until he brought his lips down to your neck. You leaned your head back on the wall while he worked his magic, licking and nipping at your flesh with care due to his fangs. You heard him moan, gripping you tighter as he tasted you and your breathing became heavier.

Miguel lifted you off the wall, hurrying towards his bedroom and plopping your body down on the plush, soft mattress. He took your thighs and separated them to see the wet patch seeping out your spider suit. You felt his talons gently probing your skin and his eyes met yours again as he paused.

You nodded once again and with new vigor, he took one clawed hand and slashed the bottom half of your suit apart along with your panties. You gasped.

“Miguel…!”

“I’ll get you ten shocking suits. Just let me have you.” He groaned and delved between your legs. He licked up a stripe and your breath hitched, your hands immediately finding his hair. Miguel felt himself strain in his own suit, bucking his hips pathetically against anything he could find while he ate you out. His tongue probed your entrance and his nose rubbed against your clit that made your arch your back and thrust yourself on his mouth. His fingers joined his mouth in pushing you to your limit, coaxing more moans and whimpers from your pouting lips.

You covered up your mouth with your hand, covering up your face in embarrassment. The sounds of Miguel slurping and licking up your essence made you so much more wet and weak. You squirm underneath his hands and Miguel growls, using his strength to keep your legs in place and apart while he indulges in the taste of you. His eyes are closed, salivating and devouring your juices with every lap of his tongue. His fingers spread your lips open, sliding one finger in and swirling his tongue in your pussy. You clench around his wet muscle and finger, feeling him smirk against you.

Miguel continues to ease his finger inside you, pumping it too slowly for your liking. You whined which made his cock twitch and you pleaded for more. Drunk on your sweetness, he complied and added a second finger, the stretch becoming evident. You arched your back off the bed and you felt Miguel's other hand caress your thigh comfortingly. His moans send vibrations to your clit and grind yourself desperately on him while squealing his name.

“Hmm–Fuck, Mi-ggy…” You whined, pressing your thighs around his head. You felt Miguel pause for a split second, the nickname you’ve given him had gone straight between his legs. He gained more confidence to please you, taking his fingers out to grab your breast and sucking on your clit. The sensation of him forcibly spreading you apart again and the combination of your nipple being tweaked pulled and his tongue made you feel shocks of electricity down your spine. You felt the pit of your abdomen growing with your upcoming climax and you started thrashing around as much as you could with Miguel holding you down.

“Miggy! Fuck–Don’t stop!” As if he would ever, now that he’s tasted your delectable pussy. He only continued the same pace that had you squirming and chasing you high. His fingers teasing your nipples after every swirl of his tongue and the bubble pops inside you.

You scream his name into the air and grip on the sheets beside you while screwing your eyes shut. You humped on his eager mouth, drinking in whatever you gave him with a satisfied hum. He pressed closer to make sure he could lap up as much as he could but still, drips of you slid down his chin and around his lips. You mewled when the high finished and you were left with a sensitive pussy that he still made sure to clean you up with his mouth.

With hazy eyes, you stared at him still between your legs, watching with a smirk as you collected yourself. Miguel swirled his tongue around his lips to clean himself off and even used his hands to scoop up the parts he couldn’t reach to lick it off spotlessly, not a single ounce of your cum going to waste. It made you burn in embarrassment but also gaining a weak pulse to your twitching pussy.

He kneeled over you, drinking in your naked body from the flyaways in your hair to the way your legs shook after just orgasming. His stare was intense and it made you want to hide yourself from just how long he’d been looking at you for. You didn’t know it, but Miguel felt a twinge of heartache in his chest. He missed you–the other you dearly– and it felt strange that in a way you’re still here but different. He felt afraid that this might’ve been on impulse. You look like her, sound like her, but yet you haven’t experienced things with him like her. The you in front of him was, in a way, a whole different woman.

“Miguel?” You gently pulled him out of his mind. Oh, how your eyes still send his heart racing when he looks at you. Your eyes held concern and worry in them. Was he regretting it? Should you stop? It was the opposite. One look at you and Miguel’s worries had faded.

It’s still you down to your core. The one he had truly fallen in love with. In every lifetime and in every universe, he was meant to be beside you. He leaned in to nuzzle against the softness of your neck and pressed a lingering kiss to your jaw. “Nothing,” He eased your worries. “You’re just simply gorgeous.” He murmured and you felt a blush crawl up your neck.

Miguel made his way down your neck to your chest where he continued to leave kisses in his wake. His head of red hair curled slightly from the sweat that had built up between the two of you and it tickled you on his way down. Your bashful state was cut short when he flicked your nipple with his tongue and it made you whimper. Your mind had gone up in the clouds once more when he began suckling on the bud, the nerves of it sending signals to your pussy, making you wet again.

Miguel took a moment to rid himself of his own suit and underwear, returning to please your tender breasts. His knee had gone in between your thighs to push one leg away and his hand delved down to rub your swollen clit. His fingers rubbed in small circles that made you melt and lean your head back while his mouth continued its attack on gently biting your now hardened nipples. Your hands ran through his hair which encouraged him further and you both moaned in unison.

Miguel pulled away from your tits, a small smirk on his lips as he saw the bitemark around your bud beginning to form. His hand left your sopping cunt and licked off the sweet nectar that was you with a hum of his voice. The sight left you shivering and he leaned back down to kiss you, making you taste yourself. You mewled as he forced his tongue inside to find yours in a heated dance. Your eyes rolled back and you pressed your chest up which made him groan when he felt your hard nipples graze his skin.

You felt a blunt poke at your entrance and Miguel pulled away just enough for his forehead to be above yours. He looked into your eyes, another check to see if this is what you wanted–what you both wanted. You nodded again, firmly this time, and he didn’t need another second.

Miguel pushed his fat cockhead between your lips to coat his length before entering it inside you. You winced and Miguel buried himself in your neck, his hand on your hip, caressing you and encouraging you to hold onto him. You wrapped your arms around him as he pushed further inside you, his size being nothing you’ve experienced. “I know, I know,” He shushed you, kissing your neck to distract you. “Such a pretty girl. You can take it, sweetheart.”

You whimpered at his praise, digging your nails in his back that left red crescents behind, a faint click sounding out that neither of you heard when you bumped your hand on his shoulder. “Miguel…” You moaned, spreading your legs further apart while he shook, sliding himself inside you.

Miguel moaned your name back, finally pushing himself to the hilt and his balls slapping your cunt with a wet smack from the combination of your weeping core and his spit. You wiggled your hips at the snug fit and tried to get used to his size but he stopped you, hissing and digging his nails in your flesh to anchor himself from cumming immediately. He kissed your cheeks to ease you while he gently pulled in and out in small strokes.

“More….harder…” You mewled, your walls finally used to his girth and clamping down on his throbbing cock to suck him in deeper. Miguel grabbed your hips and lifted it up with his inhumane strength and began moving, his cock glistening with your slick when he pulled out and hearing it squelch inside your wet cunt when he pushed back in. Your nails scratched at his chest and he grabbed one of your hands to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “You’re driving me crazy,” Miguel moaned. “This cunt’s just been waiting to be fucked, huh?” He huffed, slowly gaining speed. When you didn’t respond, he slammed into you and made you scream from his tip hitting your sweet spot. “Yes!” You sobbed, feeling his hands push your legs up to your chest and hammered himself in your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him while he pounded into you, hiding yourself in his neck. The bed creaked below you two, sheets shuffling from the force of Miguel ravaging your body. Miguel rested his arm above your head and held onto your thigh, making sure you were spread open while he adjusted his position to be more comfortable while pistoning his throbbing cock. He let out small grunts and moans, nipping at your neck and being careful with his fangs. With his dick hitting a different spot, you wrapped your legs around his waist to push him deeper. It seemed like even with him stretching your walls and splitting you apart, it was never enough–you wanted more. In the pit of your stomach, you knew you needed to have something more. His fucking was still mind-blowing, his talons gently poking your plush thighs and balls slapping rhythmically to the sounds of your whimpers and cries, which he adored. “So pretty, you sing so pretty for me,” He murmured, choking on his own pleasure as he felt you gushing around him just from the sheer ecstasy that coursed through your veins. “So tight and so warm—oh, god–” He groaned, picking up pace that had you squealing and clenching around him. “Lemme fill this pretty pussy, hm? Can I? Hm?” He moaned, trailing his wet lips down your chest to latch onto your nippled again, His tongue flicking the perky nub and pulling it between his teeth.

“Yes, yes, yes–God, yes–please!” You wailed, your hands scratching his shoulder blades and digging into his skin for purchase while you bucked in time with his thrusting. You eyes rolled back then closing them to focus on the way his cockhead was slamming into your sweet spot at just the pace you liked. You felt Miguel suck on your nipple, switching to the other side to give it equal amounts of attention. You shuttered and cried his name, finally feeling the dam break inside you. “Miguel!” Your vision going white and the euphoria of it washing over your body while you felt your pussy cum all over his length and squeezing him. Miguel let out a guttural groan deep from his throat when he felt you cum and clamp around him. Your cum slicked his cock and pelvis, and he then went faster to reach his own orgasm. You thrashed under him, feeling incredibly sensitive while he kept slapping against your pussy and pounding inside your walls. You moaned that you were just too sensitive, tears collecting at your eyes from overstimulation. He let go of your nipple and kissed you quickly to stop your whining. He lifted his head to watch you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto him tightly and whimpering. His eyes were bewitched with the scene of your tits bouncing, bite marks littered across the plump flesh. His eyes scanning down to see your slick making a mess between your legs after cumming, the way small strings connected to his person. But the sight of his massive cock sliding easily inside your pussy, your folds welcoming him by wrapping around him–he snapped from within and came hard. Miguel quickly grabbed the sheets so his talons could rip through them instead of you, his body curling as he let out a final groan and his cock spurted his seed in you. He continued to pump his load, feeling his cock soften and twitch out the rest of himself in strings of salty cum–a white ring forming on the base of his dick. He huffed, shaking as he made sure all of his cum stayed inside you. When he pulled out, a small white string connected from his tip to your pussy, slipping apart when he was far away enough. He watched the mess between your legs for a moment, breathing heavily as his seed oozed out of your folds and his heart began to beat a little bit faster.

Miguel carefully lifted himself off the bed to go to the bathroom and returned with a towel to clean between your legs. He carefully wiped your clean, being extra careful around your abused pussy. He watched you to make sure you weren’t in any discomfort, but you nearly fell asleep with how gentle he was. Miguel tossed the soiled towel into his hamper and slid back into bed with you. He brought you into his chest while he laid on his back, and he brought his covers up to your chin. You wrapped yourself around him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his hand running up and down your arm soothingly.

For a while, neither of you spoke, a strange comforting silence in the air. That is, until Miguel broke it.

“Miggy?” He asked. You grunted, still half-asleep and barely conscious.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, thinking it was rude of you to call him something so casually. Miguel huffed and looked down at you, his other hand petting your hair back.

“No, no. I didn’t mind. It was cute,” He smiled even if you couldn’t see it. “Do you…think you could stay?” He asked hesitantly.

His question made you wake up, the tone had gone a little serious but you knew what he meant. “I can’t,” You whispered and you felt his chest deflate. You felt horrible but you knew better than to stay in a dimension that wasn’t yours. “But…maybe I could come back?” You offered.

Miguel stiffened and you heard his heart beating faster. “Really?” You nodded and snuggled against his chest.

“I can’t stay but it’s not against the rules to visit other dimensions.”

Miguel scoffed at the mention of rules but if he got to see you again then that’s all that matters. “Will you go in the morning?” He asked, hoping you’d say no.

“I think I’ll stay a while.” You murmured sleepily and Miguel grinned to himself, letting you sleep peacefully in his arms.

While you had fallen asleep in the comforting arms of your boss’ variant, you failed to notice the shutter of your watch clicking off from a call.

Miguel O’Hara, leader of the Spider Society and the one who had been looking for you all this time, was sitting alone in his office panting heavily. Sweat accumulated on his forehead and thighs, a hue of crimson across his cheeks as he let go of his softening cock. Splatters of his cum, drenched his hand and desk and he groaned realizing what he had done.

He hadn’t meant to spy on you and your intimacy with whoever you wanted. He wasn’t expecting to hear from you after losing you on a mission, much less moaning his name. At first, he was relieved that you were alive and was about to speak until you squealed his name so sweetly. Miguel froze, wondering if you somehow got home and didn’t tell him. Whatever you did on your time was yours, but you were calling out to him. Eventually he learned it wasn’t him, but a different version. He debated whether to click out or not but some sick and twisted emotion inside him reveled in the way you begged and writhed underneath his variant.

Miguel had phased his hardening cock out of his suit and began pumping it slowly in time with his variants thrusts. He focused solely on you rather than the man that looked nothing like him. Another sick thought in his head wished his variant looked more like him, so he could imagine himself fucking you properly. Miguel made sure he was muted as he grunted and cursed under his breath, muttering praises to you in Spanish he knew you couldn’t hear. He made sure to edge himself, wanting to cum when he heard you scream his name. He bursted a fat load onto himself and the desk as you cried out your orgasm, watching you throw your head back and clutch onto his variant while you shook violently around his cock.

He grit his teeth, jealousy brewing in his heart at how hard you came. He could do better.

Once his mind had cleared up, he blushed heavily, shame overcoming his previous desires and covered his face. Despite being alone, he felt someone watching–which was hypocritical given what he had done. Before he ended the call, he traced your coordinates to find where you had been stranded all this time. Tomorrow, he’d find you and get you back.

A/N: i'm a proud lover of all versions of miguel !!!!! please be patient for part 2 🙏

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara smut

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dairyfaerie · 10 days ago

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FATES FORBIDDEN WEAVE

PROLOGUE

warnings: None <3

In the year 2054, Shibuya still pulsed with a dazzling, captivating neon glow—a futuristic metropolis where the echoes of ancient battles past and legends lived on in textbooks and whispered almost forgotten memories. The sky above was a brilliant, vibrant blue.. not a cloud in the sky to ruin the image. Hoshiko, a spirited college student with a knack for daydreaming, walked through the streets of Shibuya, hurrying to her college class. She'd somehow managed to oversleep AGAIN and her professor had told her yesterday that if she were late to his class again he would fail her. Even though she was passing his class with flying colors. It was so annoying. Every step she took was a heartbeat in a city that never slept, her mind teeming with thoughts of jujutsu history and the need to not fail.

Decades had passed since the infamous Shibuya accident and the epic showdown between Gojo, the strongest man alive, and the self-proclaimed four-armed God Sukuna, the King of Curses—events that had reshaped the fabric of jujutsu society and the entire world and become the focus of her studies. To Hoshiko, these figures were more than myth or history; they were icons of irresistible charisma and raw power. She harbored on a crush on one and admiration for the other, drawn equally to Gojo’s dazzling brilliance and photos and Sukuna’s dangerous allure and goals. Their exploits and adventures were etched in her textbooks and fueled her wildest fantasies— a reminder of a time when magic and mayhem danced hand in hand. Yet, here she was.. worried about failing a class because she had stayed up all night reading about Sukuna's history and any records of him online.

Then, the air was electric as she weaved through the crowds of pedestrians, her eyes bright with the vibrancy of Shibuya’s futuristic landscape. Holographic, large billboards and digital art installations lit the full streets, while the hum of automated-flying vehicles and lively chatter blended into a muffled, lively symphony. Clutching a digital copy of her college materials on jujutsu sorcery and ancient battles, she allowed herself a second to disassociate, to imagine what it might have been like to witness the legendary duels firsthand.

Playing in her ears from her headphones, the soft, soothing sounds of the vintage song “4:00 am” by Taeko Onuki made the feeling of nostalgia hit her hard. The gentle melody was a sweet lifeline amongst the pounding rush of modern life, its hopeful notes colliding with the mounting dread of failing her class. Finally, she made it to the subway entrance, a sigh of relief escaping her as practically jumped down the steps.

Hurrying toward the train station, she finally let herself relax and felt as if she would make it to class now. The station was a large expanse of concrete and light, packed with others on their way to work and school like her. Standing on the crowded platform, Hoshiko scrolled through her phone, the bittersweet notes of the song echoing around her, as if assuring her that even in despair, there was God and human will. She wondered if her friends, Yuki and Haru, had made it to class and were trying to make up some outrageous excuse for her being late to his class. The thought made her giggle to herself softly and she slid her phone into her back pocket before readjusting her headphones.

Then, abruptly, she heard numerous, muffled shouts and looked to her left to see a man in black. He looked....tall, a hood pulled over his face so she could see nothing but the cruel, horrifying smirk on his face as he darted at her with cunning intent, shoved past her with reckless abandon. She let out a yelp, her feet comically losing their balance as she slipped on the cold, smooth platform. The world tilted violently, melting and bleeding into vibrant colors as she lost her balance, her arms flailing as she tumbled toward the edge. No way, No way! She hadn't even been that close, to begin with! She wasn't stupid!

Time stretched out as she fell, the reassuring notes of Taeko Onuki’s singing in her ear amplifying by 100, her heart pounding too fast and loudly. And it all mingled with the rising cacophony of the train’s...(the train?) approach—its horn blaring like a death toll, its wheels clattering in a relentless, mechanical roar. The deafening noise blended in with the beating of her heart, her eyes wide and filling with tears.

Was this it for her? Was she really about to die? No! She hadn't done everything she'd wanted to do in life! Get her first boyfriend! Finish college and become a history professor! Travel the world! And her family...her mother...How would she react when she heard her only child had been brutally crushed by a train?

The world around her slowed to a crawl; the vibrant, neon lights of Shibuya faded into a blur, and the once soothing strains of "4:00 am" by Taeko Onuki soured into a haunting, mocking melody as her headphones flew off her head. And right as her body connected with the head of the train and she died, she experienced a strange, almost detached clarity—a moment where the relentless suspense and pain seemed to melt into a quiet resignation. It was as if, in the back of her mind, she was granted a final glimpse of beauty in the melancholic melody, a reminder of everything she cherished in her life.

She felt as her skin was abruptly flayed against the jagged, unforgiving metal. Her bones snapped like dry twigs, her chest caving in with a sickening crunch, and her pretty skull fracturing instantly. Her limbs twisted unnaturally, snapping at the joints and the sheer momentum ripped her flesh apart, leaving smears of red across the cold steel as the train barreled forward, indifferent to what was just destroyed. As darkness crept in, her last conscious thought was a wry, incredulous and laughable lament:

"Dang, I won't be able to read about Sukuna again..."

With one final, shattering collision, the world faded to black—a tragic, poignant silence that cradled her as everything faded away. She felt her ribs shatter with a violent, cacophonous symphony of cracking and splintering. The sensation was as if the world around her had been set ablaze with excruciating, merciless heat, and every one of her nerve endings was aflame.

But it wasn't the end...No, it was the beginning

Thanks for reading!

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 year ago

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Within cells, interlinked (Miguel O’Hara x Ai/Hologram! Fem! reader) Part 1

Hiii! Very excited about this bad boy, this is inspired by K and Joi’s relationship in bladerunner 2049, and this panel from 90’s run of the Spider-Man 2099 comics. Also there is some heavily implied (at the very least one sided) holofang (Miguel x Lyla) at the beginning, if that isn’t your cup of tea, then I’m sorry but that’s how I wrote it. Not proofread, enjoy!

(Y/N)-Your name.

Implied (one sided???) holofang, Lyla is like basically dead, mentions of sex work, cursing, Miguel being a sad lonely lonely man, ansty (if you squint), Miguel being a little mad scientist like at the end. Tbh idk really know what to tag these as.

Word count: 3k

Part 2

Masterlist

Playlist I listened to while writing

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Neuva York 2099.

A dystopian wasteland that was once a pristine and other worldly city. But, like every other beautiful thing, it would be destined to fall, thanks to Kingpin, who now had the city under his thumb. Straile white buildings that once stood tall, crumpled and decayed, being replaced slowly but surely with dark titanium steel. Holographic projections filled the sides of ugly skyscrapers, advertising anything and everything, ranging from restaurants and video games to Ai women and cyborg upgrades.

Miguel’s original Ai assignment was unfortunately no longer functional, her software having been corrupted due to a virus that was released onto Miguel’s suit during a fight with Doc ock, Miguel having no other choice but to terminate her software, putting her out of her misery. It not only set Miguel back from his usual tasks as Spider-Man and his work at Alchemax, but the whole spider society, Lyla being the one who controlled the whole mainstream to the entire operation, along with help from Spider-Byte, but she couldn’t run the whole society technology wise, she had a life outside of her role there.

If Miguel had the time, he would have done what he had done the first time, and redesign her from scratch, raising her from her nonexistent grave. However, he knew he didn’t have the time. He had spent months programming her, not to mention the years it took for him to upgrade her into what she had become. It’s only been a week, and he could already see the cracks that were forming without her to hold it all together. His universe was already in disarray, he didn’t need another thing to crumble into dust in his hands.

The walk from the Alchemax back to his apartment was meant to help him clear his head, but it only dampened his mood more, bitter cold air and large dark clouds rolling in slowly, threatening to pour down on the decile city. Keeping his head held high and eyes forward despite his desire to go deep into a dark alleyway and swing the rest of the way home, keeping the tension in his temples build up with every sleazy salesperson attempting to sell him a sketchily low price for random gadgets that he was certain was stolen, or sex workers attempting to coax him into a small brothel. All kinds of lives walked past him as he ventured home, humans, cyborgs, full robots and AI holographic companions, a million life stories that could be told.

Less and less began to cross his path as he neared his apartment building, eye bags dark and sunken in as he turned his head to the left, he was now alone on the sidewalk, stopping as he put his hand on the railing that lined the evaluated walkway, he remembered not even 10 years ago, that very spot would look out to a beautiful pond, small ducks that pattered around, families gathering around to have little outings, ones that Miguel only ever really dreamed of. Now, all that was a ginormous digital billboard that would switch advertisers every week or so. Although he never really expected they’d project the one that was on display now. He had to squint a bit so that the now dripping rain didn’t get into his eyes as he watched the projection.

“The perfect companion, the perfect coworker, the perfect partner. Joi, your personal Ai. Everything you want to hear, everything you want to see.” The sentences rotated between each other over and over, Miguel stayed silent as he stared mindless at the naked back of the large Ai hologram, their skin admitting a light glow as she sensually ran her hands through her hair. Despite the words “companion” and “coworker” showing up on the ad, it was painfully obvious what the holographic woman was really meant for.

Still, he caught himself unable to look away, despite seeing the ads hundreds of times prior to this moment. He didn’t even register when the Ai had turned around and squatted in front him, making it so the two were at eye level.

“Hello handsome.” His eyes finally drifted up to meet hers once she spoke, he wasn't very fond of the default version they often used on most of their ads, so seeing this version in front of him was a lot more of a nicer sight to see. “What a day hmm?” When he didn’t respond she just came closer, “you look lonely… I could fix that…” She whispered with a head tilt, “you look like a good Joi…” before getting back up and moving away from Miguel once more.

Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was his way of pretending he wasn’t mourning an algorithm, maybe it was just him being tired of carrying everything on his shoulders, still… his eyes slowly went down to his orange watch, moving it in front of the bare glowing figure, before his free hand slowly hovered over the watch, hesitating for a moment, before pressing purchase.

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Once Miguel got home he spent the next hour or so reworking your programming, jailbreaking and removing restrictions, wanting to make sure you were prepared to handle the society’s system before he even turned you on to make sure you wouldn’t crash the second you were hooked up to it.

Eventually, once everything ran to meet his expectations, he stood back and waited for you to appear in front of him. Waiting impatiently as he watched the small loading circle chase itself until you appeared, although you weren’t fully “awake” still, eyes closed, head slumped forwards and arms hung limply to your sides. Still needing to be given a name, an outfit and if he desired to change anything from your physical appearance he could. He decided to keep your assets the same, and placed a simple outfit on you, deciding if you ever evolved enough to be sentient on the same level as Lyla was, that he’d give you free range to change it. For a name though, it was a bit harder of a choice.

Maybe it was him having his previous one for as long as he did, but he wanted you to be… different, then her, a name that wasn’t, well, Lyla. Something nice and pleasant to say, but not simple enough for him to forget in the midst of him in a fight. After some pondering, he finally typed in the name into his watch and pressed the “finalized model”. Releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he saw your head slowly begin to lift and your eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Hello Miguel.” You said him a smile.

“Hello (Y/N).” His lips twitched upwards for half a second.

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It took a while for your program to adjust and be accustomed to the database, he never realized how much strain he put on his older Ai until he watched you try and accommodate the same thing, yet then again, he built it all around her, instead of vise versa. It wasn’t just you who had needed some time to adjust though. The amount of times that spiders (including Jessica and Miguel) would call for Lyla still instead of you was starting to… annoy you for lack of a better term.

You had been patient at first, appearing despite the slip up, simply correcting the person who called for you and going on with the request, then it seems that the patience started to run thin. Rolling your eyes or letting out snarky little remarks, then eventually you just started to not respond unless they called you by your actual name, which only led you landing yourself in a lecture from Miguel, being threatened to reboot your system. Him ranting about how it could be dangerous or something, after the first few times, it stops being fear insulating, once you even let out a yawn at his usual lecture. A yawn. How close he was to throwing his desk across his office.

The longer you stuck around the more knowledge you gather, the more self-aware you become, mimicking human thoughts and emotions, reading anything you could get your digital little hands on. From the words of Ancient Greek philosophers to thousands of different articles on how the human brain works, what different areas controlled what. You found humans quite interesting, such complex yet flawed creatures, you can understand why so many filmmakers and authors who write science fiction have some odd variation of robots wanting to either become humans or destroy them.

It’s almost cliche, but you can’t help but develop the same fascination with Miguel. How could you not? You were quite literally around him 24/7, you could tell he wanted to be taken care of when he wasn’t taking care of everything himself, and who were you as his assistant to refuse?

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“Welcome back Miguel.” You smiled as you appeared next to the door before he could even step foot through its threshold. Your eyes followed him as he took his shoes off and threw his keys on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, landing with a loud clunk.

“I just saw you back at HQ.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he closed the door behind him before he made his way to his kitchen, “It's been 20 minutes.” He added as he turned the corner, being met with you already there, leaning against the counter as his coffee machine was already pouring him a new cup in his favorite mug, with the stove being lit on for him to place his left overs onto to warm up.

“Being greeted when you arrive home helps boost your overall well-being.” You quipped, which only gained a small hum of acknowledgement as he placed a pot of bistec on top of the open flame, and a bowl of leftover white rice in the microwave.

“It could also help boost my overall well-being if you didn’t act like such a brat half the time.” He countered back as he stirred the streak and potatoes to make sure it didn’t burn before turning to face you, meeting you with that all too familiar smirk he always gave you. You were quick to mirror it. “You're supposed to make my life easier, ya know?” Despite it being a rhetorical question, your smirk only widely more.

A silence fell over the kitchen as he goes back to focusing on his food, you just stay there, watching as he made quick work fixing his plate, mumbled a small “sorry” to you everytime he would “bump into you” (as Miguel liked to call it) despite him only passing through your holographic body as he grabs the plate and cup of coffee and goes it set it down at the table, making sure to be fast as to not hold onto the gradually warming glass crockery long enough to burn his rough hands.

With a sigh, he sat down in front of his plate as he heard the faint noise of your projection deactivated from the kitchen, leaving him alone in the quiet home of his. He’s fork moving around the contains on his plate, piercing the potatoes and steak but never lifting it up to bite into the steaming meal. After a few more moments of playing with his food, he placed his fork back down, keeping his eyes down on his plate despite him lifting his head up.

“(Y/N).” He called out after cleaning his throat.

“Yes?” Your voice called back out, ringing through his apartment as he waited for you to reappear, only to let out a huff when you didn’t.

“…have dinner with me?” When he finally looked back up, he was met with you already in the chair across from him, a digital plate of food replicating his in front of you. His lips twitched up as he whispered a light thank you for entertaining his wish, even down to mimicking eating as you both sat there, his eyes never leaving yours.

After his appetite was satiated, and the dish were washed, he wander to his living room, being met with the sight of you already being sat down on one of the small leather accent chair that sat to the right of the coffee table, a small orange tablet-like screen being held in your hands as you tampered away on it, most likely readjusting tomorrow's schedule or researching more on some random topic you found interesting. Leaning against the doorway, he couldn't help but watch you, admire you. He found it humorous that you chose to physically sit down and read about topics even though you were built with the knowledge of practically everything. It made you feel more… real. It made him feel less insane when he found comfort in your company.

“Would you like me to leave you alone mig?” You asked after a second, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you. His heart stopped for half a second when you called him by the nickname as he shook his head.

“¿Qué estás haciendo?” He asked as he made his way towards you, stopping once he was close enough that if you had a physical being, his legs would have been touching your knees. (What are you doing?)

“Just going over your suit diagnostics, I’ve noticed that it’s been lagging a bit.” You hummed, not even fazed by the close proximity.

“…(Y/N).”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” He commanded, but his tone is still somewhat soft with the order, your screen evaporating from your hands as you went to meet his gaze. He hesitated for a moment, leaving his dry lips before finally continuing. “You know, I feel like I don’t appreciate you enough.”

“Miguel, I’m your Ai assistant, my whole purpose is to help make your life easier.” You couldn’t help the slight snark that came seeping through your sentence, causing him to let out a scoff and playful eye roll.

“That’s not what I mean, you know that.” He countered with a head tilt, his hands sliding over his thighs and finding their way into his front jean pockets.

“What do you mean then?”

“What do you think I meant?” Now it was you who let out an eye roll as you huffed.

“Miguel, you know I can’t ‘think’. I’m not human, I can simply process and collect information and recite it back. I speak only in facts and unbiased sources.”

He couldn’t help but hate it when you talked like that during casual conversation, despite the deadpan look in your eyes and the small sass in your infliction, it only reminded him that you weren’t real. The only difference from your body and air, was that you were a set of ones and zeros. He could swat a hand through your body and you would simply glitch around it as it interrupted your coding and it attempted to adjust around him, how for once, he wishes that when he would “bump into you” that he would be met with solid flesh, you stumbling back a bit while you scold him, his hand coming around to met the small of your back to help re-stabilize your footing as he lets out a small chuckle.

“Don’t be a smartass with me (Y/N). You know, most humans I know don’t have the ability to think either, and they for sure aren’t as nearly intelligent or knowledgeable as you are. If they can form an option then you can too.” He was met with your face contorting in confusion, a rare expression on your face, one he appreciated when he got the opportunity to witness it. “I want you to think, give me an original thought. Not a statistic, not a fact. Think for yourself (Y/N).” The was a pause before your lips parted.

“I… I think…”

“Thaaaat’s it…” He leaned forward, his face close to yours as he encouraged you to continue in a low whisper. “I think?”

“I think… that if I was a human, that… that I would be in love with you Miguel.”

Oh.

“(Y/N).”

“Yes Miguel?”

“Shut off.”

“Yes Miguel.”

Within a blink, you were gone. His hands came out from his pockets with a heavy sigh, before he rubbed his face and ran them through his hair, causing the semi-neatly slicked back hair to become desiveled. Glancing around the now empty living room, the small constant buzzing from your hologram now being replaced with the gentle tapping of the rain against his window.

Miguel O’Hara was truly a lonely man. A man with weaknesses and flaws despite himself, a man with feelings, and vulnerabilities and emotions. Miguel O’Hara was just a man, just a human. A human who wanted to be loved. To not be seen as some sort of emotionless being, the irony wasn’t lost on him that the only thing that seemed to really care for him, and see him in that way was something that wasn’t even programmed with actual emotions. Oh how he wished you were real, how you were human.

He couldn’t turn you into a human, but he could get close.

With a sigh he entered his home office, the only room he had restricted giving you access to appearing in. Closing the door behind him before leaning against the door, his eyes instantly finding themselves stuck on the limb on the table. An arm to be more specific, the synthetic flesh that matched your complexion wrapped around its exoskeleton. It took him almost a month to do just one arm, and although the time length of that he estimated for this project was a bit more lengthy then he’d like, if it meant getting every minuscule and minute detail perfected, he’ll take all the time in the world for it. He’d make sure it was perfect, that you’d be prefect.

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fat-slobby-hunks · 1 year ago

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How about a cyberpunk AU where fast food corporations own the entire world?

probably one of my favorite kind of au's!

A futuristic city covered in neon signs and gigantic holographic billboards advertising consumerist slop to the TV addicted masses. Combine it with weight gain and restaurants and fast-food enterprises run the world... feeding/vending machines on every corner along with the entire population reduced to waddling wheezing blobs... sucking down food in cups, or slop from troughs. Tight jumpsuits cling to fattened bodies and foul odors and the smell of sweat linger In the gas polluted air.

The biggest of the gluttons being rounded up and hooked up to permanent monitors and feeding tubes to keep them fed and lush their bodies to the upmost limits of weight gain. Their waste collected to power the city like disgusting bio-reactors. Mobility aids are common place and fashion has changed to accommodate the growing slobby population. Horny blobs eat themselves into food comas daily and the most popular "sport" is competitive eating...

Almost everything is automated leaving the human race free to descend into an almost permanently sedentary lifestyle. The few skinny people left have to constantly fight the urge to succumb to temptations and embrace fatness...

#anon ask #mun speaks #cyberpunk au #slob #wg #wg rp

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strawberryfairi · 4 months ago

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Synopsis🌹: After discovering a strange yet alluring red book in a boutique bookstore, you find yourself sucked into a strange world, where all of your inner most desires exist…

Pairings: Wakasa Imaushi X Musician! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Author AU, scifi, Musician! reader, reader is a talented nerd, smutty (slow burn) romance, tiny doses of angst, adventure, futuristic city, magic?, !!sexual tension!!, etc (just find out the rest, lol)

w.c: 4.9k💠 Released: November 23

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A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ok I can't lie, I feel like I couldn't really convey the level of detail I wanted to during the smutty part idk...maybe I'm just overthinking. Welp! Here's chapter 8 as promised! Enjoy the double chapter post😌🌹

C.W: Smut, P in V, Oral (fem receiving)

Tags: @nixalozt @lilthana @wakasaishot @bontensbabygirl

↳ (Let me know via inbox or the comment section if you would also like to be tagged here for this story🩵). Enjoy guys!!

𝟖 || 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚

(Supernova/Star Cluster Theme: (Demo 179) - Lost Traveler)

The hum of Neon City's traffic and nightlife fades as you both step inside his apartment, and for a moment, all you can do is just take in the space around you. Though you've technically been here before, it was more like a passing glance; now, you can really look and take in the details of Wakasa's world.

His apartment is sleek, highly futuristic, and yet minimalistic. Almost every surface gleams with a muted silver or dark slate, and the subtle glow of digital panels hinted at hidden features and functions you can't even begin to guess. There are no visible handles on the kitchen cabinets, no switches on the walls—just smooth, seamless surfaces that suggest a tech-driven convenience you've never experienced. The apartment overall is also extremely huge. If this size apartment is the norm here, you're gonna be completely blown away.

The entrance which shows the living room area, kitchen space, and potentially a bathroom tucked away down a short hall, is the first floor. There's a discreet staircase on the far right that leads upstairs to what you assume is the bedroom space.

As your gaze sweeps over the expansive living room, your eyes land on the far wall—a massive floor-to-ceiling window offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Neon lights flickered and pulsed from skyscrapers, holographic billboards, and traffic lanes, painting the skyline in vivid colors. You step closer, pressing a hand to the cool glass, marveling at the electric vibrancy of the city. You can see nearly everything from up here, from the bustling streets to the high-speed hover cars weaving between the buildings.

"This is...amazing," You whisper, almost to yourself.

Wakasa moves up beside you, a faint smirk on his face as he watches you take it all in. "Like the view?"

You glance at him, smiling, before turning your gaze back to the scene in front of you. "Yea, the view is absolutely beautiful. I'm just confused though because this view is like we're up high but..." You trail off, your brows furrowing as you go.

"Oh yeah. That's 'cause of this." He says, tapping a small digital pad embedded in the wall beside the window. Your eyes widen as the entire "window" shifts, the cityscape fading into darkness, replaced by an image so vast and surreal it steals your breath.

You're looking into the depths of space itself. A large group of stars glinting in endless colors against a backdrop of cosmic darkness, and not too far off in the distance, a vibrant galaxy swirls, its colors electric and mesmerizing. Light purples, blues, and fiery toned colors spin in a spiral, casting a faint, mystical glow all throughout the room.

"Wait, what?! How—how did...?" You stammer, unable to tear your gaze away.

"'S cool, right?" Waka says, crossing his arms, clearly pleased with your reaction. "This is real-time. This is a star cluster right inside Neon City's galaxy. I can adjust it to show other things too—planets, solar flares, anything you can think of."

"Are you serious?! Wait so...is it a window for real?!" You gape.

"Yeah, it's a window for real. I'm guessing windows where you come from don't do this." He says, and the view yet again changes.

"Hell no they don't." You murmur in response, your eyes locked into this new view the window shows.

"This is a planet kind'a near us called Chavaris. Odd name with odd people." He informs.

"Chavaris..." You whisper the name in awe, "It looks sooo pretty from here."

"Mhm. It's got a double sunrise." He nods.

Your brows raise in astonishment. "Really?!"

"Yup. The sun goes up then back down a few minutes, then comes right back up."

You turn to him, your eyes wide with wonder like a child. "This is so amazing. It's like I'm in a dream." You laugh softly, a little incredulously. "Sometimes, I actually forget I'm on another planet. And then...stuff like this happens, and it's like..."

"Unreal?" He finished for you, a smirk tugging at his lips. He changes the view back to the star cluster, then comes and stands right next to you.

"Literally." You look back at the distant planet, drinking in every detail. "It's just not even real."

"Wanna see the rest of the place?" he asks, his voice casual but his eyes sparking with a glimmer of excitement.

You nod, following him up to his bedroom. Just like the living area, his bedroom is simple but undeniably high-tech. The walls are a shade of dark gray, the bed low to the ground, and the lighting was dim, with a faint orangish-yellow hue that makes the room feel calm and cozy. But what catches your attention is his bed.

"Your bed looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. I like it, it looks cool." You murmur, running your hand along the smooth frame.

"Yeah? It's pretty comfortable, too," He says, patting the edge with a smirk. "But there's one more thing I wanna show you."

He takes your hand and led you back to the kitchen. There, he opens a compartment that you realize is actually the fridge. The shelves are floating, each one lined with sleek bottles and various types of (surprisingly) neatly organized food items. He reaches for a particular bottle and pulls it out, revealing a vibrant, ombre drink that shifts from deep red at the top to a glowing orange at the bottom.

You stare at the bottom, entranced by the rich colors. "What's that?"

"This?" Wakasa held the bottle up to the light, admiring it. "This one's called Astral Flare. It's...well, let's just say it's got a kick. But it's rare and only made on a few planets, including this one. Consider it a special occasion drink."

"You know, the last time I asked you what a drink was you avoided actually answering the question altogether that time too." You chuckle, giving him a playful skeptical raised brow. Waka joins in your laughter.

"I mean, it's not like you'd know what the ingredients are. Miss outta this world." He quips.

"...Ok, that is valid. I guess."

The quiet, dreamy atmosphere of Waka's apartment wraps around you two as he carefully pours Astral Flare into each of your glasses. The liquid shimmers in vibrant shades of red and orange, seeming to glow with an ethereal light. The soft, futuristic hues of the apartment reflected off the bottle, and the effect was mesmerizing—a glimpse of a world you've only just begun to experience.

Wakasa holds his glass and the bottle, nodding for you to join him on the couch near the expansive floor-to-ceiling window. You take your glass and follow him, glancing briefly at the view of the universe, which is beautiful, and alive with electric colors against the dark expanse. But it isn't the view that steals your attention—it's Wakasa, and how, with that subtle confidence he carries so easily, he seems entirely at ease.

As Waka settles onto the couch next to you, you turn to face him, holding your glass up. "Well, here's to your win, and keeping your undefeated title!" You beam with a warmhearted smile.

He smiles back, and clinks his glass against yours. "Thanks, Doll." He replies lowly. Taking a sip of the drink, you're instantly struck by how warm it tastes, rich and spiced (the kick he mentioned before), yet with a vibrant sweetness that lingers on your tongue. You glance over at Wakasa, finding him watching you with that quiet intensity you're coming to recognize as something uniquely his.

"This is really good!" You beam, before taking a few more sips.

"Right? I figured you might like it." He grins.

As he pours himself another glass already, you watch him with quiet interest, and he catches your gaze with a knowing smile. "You seem really taken by all this, huh?" He observes, his tone a mixture of amusement and genuine warmth.

You chuckle softly, unable to deny the truth. "I guess so, yeah. It's just...everything here is sooo different. I mean, where I'm from, there's nothing like this," You admit, your eyes drifting back to the incredible view behind you both.

His gaze lingers on you, that ever-present spark of mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Well," He replies, raising his glass, "I'm glad you're here to experience it. Wouldn't want anyone else here but you."

His words send a warm flush over your cheeks, making your heart skip a beat. You laugh it off lightly, though you can already feel your pulse start to quicken. But a part of you can't help but wonder if this is really a romantic moment or if he simply means this as a friendly gesture. Sure you both had a heated, highly impulsive moment once before when you first met, and even though that memory still lingers heavily, you aren't one hundred percent sure if it had meant anything beyond just a heat of the moment kind of thing.

Your cheeks heat up once more under his gaze, and you fumble a little for your glass, taking another sip just to steady yourself. The warmth from the drink seems to amplify the feeling of his hand on the couch next to yours, close enough that makes you acutely aware of his presence.

"You're staring," He breaks the silence softly, his lips twitching into an amused smile. It's exactly what he had said back at that club in the underground.

You stammer, feeling caught red handed. "N-no, I'm not. I was just... thinking."

He raises a brow, clearly entertained by your response. "About what?"

It was definitely a simple question, but the way he asked it felt loaded, as if he already knew where your thoughts were. You don't answer right away, your thoughts muddled by the warmth in his gaze and the intoxicating effect of the Astral Flare. The silence stretches out, and you can feel your pulse racing, heightening your senses to every subtle movement he made—the way he leans slightly closer, the faint scent of his cologne, and the way his hand brushes your arm, sending a shiver through you.

"Well...I was just thinking about how different you are from anyone I've ever met," You manage to answer, your voice soft.

He chuckles, seeming pleased with the reply. "Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah," You say, maybe a little too fast. You look away, flustered by your own honest response, but he only seems more amused.

"That's good to know," He murmurs, his tone turning warm, almost playful. His fingers tap lightly against the side of his glass, his gaze fixed steadily on you. "I think you're pretty different yourself," He adds, his voice warm and a bit mischievous, "In the best way possible."

You raise a brow, feigning nonchalance despite the butterflies that stir up in your stomach. "Oh? In what ways?" You challenge lightly, a playful smile curving your lips.

He doesn't hesitate, his expression entirely sincere. "For starters, you're the prettiest woman I've ever seen. You look like a supernova," He says smoothly.

Your cheeks flame instantly, the unexpected comparison throwing you off balance. You laugh, caught somewhere between flattered and flustered. "Supernova?" You repeat, grinning. "Is that somethin' all you Neon City guys say just to flatter girls?"

"Not exactly," He shrugs, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "But it fits you. I mean you're beautiful, rare, unforgettable...impossible to ignore. See? Just like a supernova." His eyes hold yours, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Damn that was too good...

You let out a breath, trying to gather yourself despite the rapid pounding of your heart. His confidence is magnetic, and his words carry a sincerity that makes it hard to dismiss them as basic flirtation. Even though you didn't want to fall into it too quickly, you can feel your desire for him burning with fervent life somewhere in the pit of your stomach.

"Well, if we're talking compliments," You start, trying to sound as casual as he did, "You're...well, you're a lot'a things," You stumble over your words as his intense gaze seems to take in every syllable you speak. "I mean, you're definitely the most confident guy I've ever met."

He chuckles, an amused smile lifting his lips. "Confident, huh? 'S that a good thing or bad thing?"

"Good," You admit, a small, shy smile forming as you glance down at your glass, avoiding his gaze. "It's very refreshing. You don't seem fazed by anything, and you seem like you always know what you're doing and what you want."

"Hmm," He murmurs thoughtfully, taking another sip of his drink. "Guess I can add 'refreshing' to my list of talents, then."

You laugh lightly, relaxing as his playful tone helped ease your nerves. "Oh, it's a whole list of talents you got on you, huh?"

He tilts his head, his gaze turning teasing as he studies you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

You try to keep your composure, but his teasing smile made it difficult. "Hey, I mean, maybe I would," You reply coolly, feeling a small rush of excitement at your own burst of boldness. "It's not every day I get to sit here with someone who races like it's second nature; makin' it look all easy."

He raises a brow. "And you think that's impressive?"

"Of course! What do you mean? It's amazing, actually. The whole time you were racing you looked so composed, like nothing was phasing you. I've started to notice you kinda always seem like that. Just overall unbothered. It's, you know,....attractive."

"Careful now, Sweetheart" He says, smirking as he leaned a little closer, "Or I'll start thinkin' you're actually into me."

You roll your eyes, but your heart races at the thought of him already knowing just how much you actually are into him. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the super confident one," You clap back, meeting his gaze with a bit of defiance.

He laughs lightly, clearly enjoying your reaction, and brushes his knee against yours, sending a small, electric shiver down your spine. "I am confident," He says, his voice dropping to a softer, almost serious tone. "Confident enough to know what I want."

The intensity in his eyes makes your breath catch, and you quickly glance away, your thoughts swirling as you try to make sense of his words. You'd never been in a situation quite like this, where someone was so openly interested in you yet leaves you guessing all at the same time. Every look, every smile from him seems to carry some kind of hidden meaning, and the uncertainty of it leaves you feeling both thrilled and nervous.

"...What do you want?" You ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He replies casually, his gaze unwavering. "You really don't know? I thought I've been makin' it pretty obvious."

Your heart thuds in your chest, and you swallow, glancing down at your hands folded around your glass. "I just...I wasn't sure, I guess." You admit, your voice quiet as your cheeks warm yet again.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing gently over the back of your hand, sending another spark through you. "You don't have to guess with me, Doll." He says softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "I wouldn't be sitting here with you, talkin' like this, if I didn't like you."

Unsure of what to really say in response, you keep your gaze cast downwards towards your glass, watching with sudden deep interest at the ombre colors swirling around slowly. Waka's hand reaches out, taking your chin and lifting your gaze until you meet his lilac eyes once again.

"Listen," He murmurs, his voice soft but firm. "I like you. I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't."

You open your mouth to respond, but find yourself at a loss for words, your mind spinning with the weight of his confession. You'd felt his interest before, but hearing it now, spoken so bluntly, leaves your heart racing in a way you just can't ignore. His eyes hold yours, and you know you don't need to say anything in response. He seems to understand, to feel the same intensity that surrounds you both.

He sets his glass down on the table in front of you, then reaches out to gently take yours and place it down as well.

"Come here," He murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, he places his hand on your waist, giving you a gentle pull to move you closer. You don't hesitate, quickly allowing him to guide you right onto his lap. Your hands instinctually go to rest on his shoulders as you settle down into a straddle, your skirt splaying out along your thighs.

Without thinking, you lean into him, letting yourself be drawn closer, and feeling the warmth of his hands against yours as he pulls you impossibly close to him. He leans in, wasting not another second, placing his soft lips against yours in a slow, yet fiery kiss.

It's like deja vu to dancing together at the nightclub with the way his hands already begin to travel, moving from your waist to your hips, and landing themselves at your thighs briefly. They each slowly stroke your bare, soft skin, back and forth before sliding up your form and resting themselves on your hips.

If you hadn't noticed the first time it definitely sinks in now just how much of the handsy type he is. They leave a comforting and exhilarating trail of fire, burning deeply into the lower layers of your skin. It motivates your hands to do the same.

His tongue moves in perfect timing with yours as your left hand cups his cheek while the right gingerly slides down from his chest to his stomach, feeling the dips and curves of his abs through his shirt.

He lifts your top up, making you pause and lean back as he pulls it over your head. One after the other you both strip each other down, and your eyes trail over his intricate, detailed tattoos.

You don't say anything at first, allowing your fingers to convey your appreciation of his body art as they gentle brush along his chest. "I like this." You murmur softly.

"Yeah? I like you." He replies, making you let out a small puff of a flattered laugh. He leans up, kissing you once more. You shift around, struggling just a bit to balance between maintaining the kiss and aligning yourself with his hard dick.

A drawn out, low moan of pleasure leaves the both of your lips as you slowly sink down on his length. His hands grip your waist firmly, but not enough to hinder your movements. He allows you full control, setting your own pace and rhythm.

Your hands brace themselves on his chest as you lean in close to give yourself room to arch your back, bouncing your ass up and down. You start out slow, giving yourself a moment to fully adjust to his size, before speeding it up just a little. You throw your head back in pleasure, your moans becoming more frequent and louder as you get into it. Waka takes your breasts in his hands, cupping them and wrapping his lips around your nipples one at a time.

It sends another wave of ecstasy through your body as his tongue swirls in circles around each sensitive nipple.

"'S so gooood!" You whine, digging your fingers subconsciously into his tattooed chest as you ride him harder. It's as if something has come over you the way you've completely let go. All the shyness, the overthinking, it's all left the room now, leaving only the wild horse chasing pleasure behind.

"Damn baby" Waka moans lowly, bringing one of his hands down to give your ass a smack before gripping on it firmly, "Fuck."

You become overwhelmed so quickly, the fire of ecstasy engulfing every inch of your body. The blend of atmosphere and him, the view of the star cluster through the futuristic window, his lilac eyes gazing at you with nothing but desire. It's all just so much.

Already you can feel your legs starting to tremble as another orgasm looms close by. Your thighs give out, throwing off the rhythm. Waka reacts quickly, his hands gripping your thighs and slouching a bit more for a better angle. His hips raise as he pulls you down to meet him halfway, forcing loud, pleasure filled cries straight out of your lips.

"Uughh, shiiit!" He cusses as his pretty eyes flutter closed.

You whine, your nails subconsciously digging into his chest. "Too much! Too much!" You cry between heavy pants and loud moans, though no part of you wants him to stop. The tip of his dick kisses somewhere deep inside of you, hitting that sweet spot every single time.

He drives you straight into your first orgasm of the night, your body quivering as he works you through it, slowing to a stop.

You pant heavily, your body slowly relaxing as you catch your breath.

"You've got the cutest moans." He murmurs lowly, leaning forward and planting kisses all along your chest. Your cheeks warm, and a flattered smile runs across your lips.

Before you can even think of a reply, he's already on the move, shifting the two of you around and changing positions. He lays you down on the couch, and positions himself between your legs, placing each one over his shoulders.

Your heart starts racing once again, watching him give passion filled kisses up and down each of your inner thighs. Then, his warm tongue gently trails circles around your clit, sending waves of bliss up your spine.

You moan, drawn out and somewhat like a whimper as you throw your head back.

"Fuuuuck." You tug and pull hard on his dual-toned hair, feeling his tongue interchange between rapidly flicking and slow, long strokes. There's no way it could never get old the way he slurps you up, relentlessly dragging his tongue up and down through your sopping wet folds. You drench his face with your warm slick, coating his chin with a sensual sheen.

"Taste so good, baby. Can't get enough." He licks his lips, looking up into your eyes lustfully before diving right back into you. His tongue bullies its way into your little hole, pushing as deep as he could go. Your thighs quiver, your body losing control.

"I-I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!" You cry loudly, panting harder and harder as your climax abruptly collides into you. A deep, low moan leaves Rindou's lips, deliciously vibrating against your puffy pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, brows furrowing deeply as you reach the edge, coating his tongue with your cum. Letting go of one leg, he takes this as the perfect moment to slide a long, slender finger inside you, thrusting at a medium pace. "That's it baby." He moans against your clit, then adds yet another finger making you gasp and arch your back, pulling against the sheet.

"Waka!" You moan breathlessly, still trying to come down from your high. He eases you through it, working his fingers deeper into you while slowly lapping at your throbbing clit. "I wanna feel you cum on my fingers next." His eyes meet yours as he speaks, gaze filled to the brim with lust. His fingers curl inside you, hitting against your cervix skillfully. "Oh my god!" You cry out loudly, eyes rolling back as small tears form in the corners of your eyes. "Right there...right there, uuugh fuuuck!" You whine.

He does so well hitting that same spot over and over again. "Right here baby?" He asks, lips brushing right against your clit as he speaks.

"Yeees! Yes!" You nod, releasing the sheets to cup your breasts, squeezing them in a way that gave you more pleasure. Waka watches you play with yourself, only making him harder in the process. "Ughhh! Fuck I'm-...I'm gonna cum again! Waka!" You scream his name, feeling your whole body quiver as you release yet again, instantly coating his fingers with your cum. He eases you through your second orgasm, slowing his pace down to a stop.

You pant heavily, sinking down into the bed with your eyes closed. It was pitiful really, how worn out he had you after only cumming three times...four? You don't even know anymore. Waka chuckles softly, unlatching your leg and sitting up, making you open your eyes to look up at him. He takes his two fingers, keeping his eyes on yours as he places them in his mouth, licking up your cum left on them. Your cheeks heated up badly, but you were too mesmerized to look away.

"I love the way you taste. I could eat you out like that all night." He grins down at you, running his fingers between your folds just to taste more of your slick. "Stooop. You're embarrassing me!" You whine, squeezing your legs closed to keep him from doing that again.

He leans up from the couch, taking you with him. Once again he changes positions, placing you bent over the side of the couch.

You feel him run the tip of his hard dick against your folds, up and down, coating him once again with your wetness. A soft whine slips past your lips, a bit of impatience washing over you as you move your hips back. Waka doesn't waste a second, holding both of your hips tight as he thrusts inside you long and slow.

The two of you moan once again in perfect sync. He fucks you slow and hard, determined to bury himself as deep inside you as possible.

"Fuuuck. You're so damn wet, Baby." He cusses, giving your ass a smack as he thrusts into you harder. The apartment fills with the sounds of pleasure and skin colliding with skin, and erotic squelches from your pussy.

You moan loudly, "Don't stop, don't stop please! Ughh!" Your eyes begin to well up with tears in each corner, and you can feel yourself creaming all over his length. It doesn't take long before he's coaxing yet another orgasm out of you.

"Y-you're gonna make me...cum again." You whimper shakily. You're so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs. You push your hips back, meeting his strokes halfway. He rocks into you harder, his grip on your sides tightening.

"Right there, right there!" You repeat, your cord deep inside coiling further and further.

"I'm close." He moans breathlessly, thrusting harder. You look out at the stars, the landscape of the universe blurry from your tears. You feel like a supernova in this moment, exploding with an orgasm unlike anything you've ever felt before, your whole body jolting in overstimulated pleasure.

You cry out, squeezing your eyes closed as his thrusts causes your body to react. Before you can even reach the end of your previous orgasm, he's already forcing out another, adding to the overstimulating sensations swirling in your body.

Your nails dig into the couch as you cum once again, your legs trembling terrible. Then finally, Waka cums, pulling out of you and spilling all over your lower back and ass.

It takes such a long time for you to fully catch your breath, you don't even notice his kisses against your shoulders. You're stuck on the couch, unable to move as your body comes down from it's high. You hear Waka walk away, but your mind can't even fully process it. You become mesmerized by the view outside the window, and by the overwhelming feeling of content that's washing over you.

Waka comes back into the room, placing a warm, damp wash cloth over your lower back, cleaning you up. You let out a blissful hum of appreciation.

His gaze drifts over you, catching the faint goosebumps beginning to appear on your skin. A slight smirk dances across his lips. “Already cold?” He murmurs, his voice low and teasing. You chuckle softly, nodding a bit.

“Come on,” He says, his tone warm and surprisingly protective. You turn around to face him on the couch and shakily come to a stand. He picks you up into his arms bridal style, walking over to his bedroom.

You take in his room once more, the soft neon lights from outside pouring in. It's a night and day contrast from the view of the star cluster just one room over.

You shake your head, laughing softly. "You really have no idea how different this is from anything I've ever seen." You say softly, staring out of the window at a hover car breezing by, watching the blue fire coming from the vehicle's jets.

"Really?" His brows subtly furrow, genuinely curious. "So...what's it like exactly, where you're from?"

You pause, unsure where to even begin as most of your brain power has already been exhausted. "Well, I'm from Earth. Our tech is...I mean, it's advanced, but nothing like this. We've got TVs, but they're all mounted on the walls or on stands so they can't go anywhere else except where they've been set up. And the windows they don't just...change into real time views of galaxies." You explain tiredly, chuckling at the absurdity of it.

Wakasa shifts onto his side, propping his head up with the palm of his hand as the other already gets back to work caressing your arm. "What about the people? What're they like?"

Your gaze drifts back to his lilac eyes, and you grin softly. "First of all, no one has eyes like yours. We don't have colors like y'all do here, so that's different. No lilac, no silver, no orange or neon green...just brown, blue, green, and hazel; grey. Your eyes would stand out instantly if you came to my planet."

He raises a brow, a faint smirk on his lips. "So I'd be the weird one, huh?"

"Oh absolutely. But...honestly the only thing genuinely "weird" about you is just your eyes. That eye color you got goin' on? You'll never see that on Earth. You'd freak people the hell out with that. But everything else is—

You cut yourself off with a quick yawn before finishing, "Normal."

"You're so cute." He muses, grinning down at you as you snuggle further under the blankets. In perfect sync, the two of you naturally move closer, his arm wrapping around your waist and lying on his back as you rest on his chest.

"Niiiiightttt." You drawl lazily, eyes closed.

"Goodnight, Nova."

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kob131 · 26 days ago

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Disclaimer: I'm not an art student or anything. Just a guy with a hobby for analysis getting sick already of the discussion boiling down to 'texture blurry, GF lazy'.

So, to set the stage, I think it's important to actually discuss what the artstyle is meant to convey. After all, you can slap the Monster Hunter details onto Pokemon all you want, it's not going to change the fact that you reinvented those bad 'realistic' renders of Pokemon. So judging from the original concept trailer back in 2024 using a holographic style, the holograms used in the trailer to denote the wild areas and the design of the protagonists: We can tell that the game is trying to convey that the game takes place in the future, likely the near future given the modern design of the protagonist's clothes as opposed to the outfits worn by, say, the Recon Squad We also know from the story outline we're given that a major theme of the game is the union between nature and civilization.

It is from these concepts that we can start to understand the reasoning behind the style of ZA. For example, the use of green throughout the city. An example of this is the green in the rooftops of the buildings, which we know players will be allowed to venture across as seen in the trailer. In fact, your eye is likely to be draw to said rooftops due to the tan and brown body of the buildings being contrasted with the more standout green, especially since the textures used for the rooftops are made of various shades of green to give the illusion of alternating brick work and to draw the eye. You also have the more neon green color used for various signs alongside being the color used for the protagonist's jacket. This green is also used to denote the game's connection to Kalos and Zygarde, shown through the neon green being similar to Zygarde's body as well as the other colors used for the rooftops are a pale red and blue, coinsiding with Yveltal and Xerneas.

Another use of the color green is the use of plant life throughout Lumiose. An upfront example is the shot of the Prism Tower, a giant monument to modern aesthetics with the clean and sterile white mixed with the deep blue windows being surrounded by deep green trees. Throughout the city, you see select sets of plants such as trees and shrubs spread out throughout the cityscape, the select locations acting as Wild Areas containing more plant life and even little bit of plant life creeping in like the ivy on the building where you meet the starters and fight the rival, the flower bushes located on the buildings near the windows or the small patches of green in the cracks of the texture underneath Tepig as its shown off.. All to give the city both more colors to its visuals and to serve as a remainder of the story between the city and the nature within it.

As for why the realistic style is being used in the designs of the buildings and location: It likely has to do with the themes of nature and civilization, or the modern and the rustic. More modern style cities have sleek, bright metal buildings to communicate a sense of advancement and progress the observer's eye. In contrast, older, more historic cities tend to have brick work buildings, worn down from the ravages of nature with more subdued colors that communicate the building's age to the average person. The contrast between these two elements, seen through Prism Tower vs. Lumiose as a whole; the buildings vs. the modern additions like the neon signs and electric billboards and even the general look of Lumiose vs. the UI and battle effects acts as another element to reinforce the story's focus on integrating nature with civilization. A more cartoonish style, even one like SWSH's, would undercut this contrast be removing those small details that communicate these improtant differences and make what are supposed to be clashing elements for the sake of visual story telling more unified.

As for improvements: Covering the grassy texture with more grass to help it blend in better, like what TOTK does, would help distract from the texture. Keeping the camera away from close up shots of the ground would also be a good move, since events like Egg hatching reinforced how bad the textures in SV were vs. how people do not notice textures of a similar quality in TOTK. Detailing the windows just a little bit more would also help the city feel more real, given that the muted colors of the buildings also draw your eye towards the deep blue windows.

Well, those are my thoughts. All I can give with such little info. I hope this brings some nuance to people's view on the visuals. Or at least has people stop saying 'GF lazy!' like that's not some thought killing phrase.

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im-a-goat-in-disguise · 1 year ago

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Hey there! Do you want the entire wall-e script? Here you go.

EXT. SPACE

FADE IN:

Stars.

The upbeat show tune, Put On Your Sunday Clothes, plays.

“Out there, there’s a world outside of Yonkers...”

More stars.

Distant galaxies, constellations, nebulas...

A single planet.

Drab and brown.

Moving towards it.

Pushing through its polluted atmosphere.

“...Close your eyes and see it glisten...”

EXT. PLANET’S SURFACE - CONTINUOUS

A range of mountains takes form in the haze.

Moving closer.

The mountains are piles of TRASH.

The entire surface is nothing but waste.

“...We’re gonna find adventure in the evening air...”

A silhouetted city in the distance.

What looks like skyscrapers turns into trash.

Thousands of neatly stacked CUBES OF TRASH, stories high.

Rows and rows of stacked cubes, like city avenues.

They go on for miles.

EXT. AVENUE OF TRASH

“...Beneath your parasol the world is all a smile...”

Something moving on the ground far below.

A figure at the foot of a trash heap.

A SMALL SERVICE ROBOT diligently cubing trash.

Rusted, ancient.

Cute.

Every inch of him engineered for trash compacting.

Mini-shovel hands collect junk.

Scoop it into his open chassis.

His front plate closes slowly, compressing waste.

A faded label on his corroded chest plate:

“Waste Allocation Loader - Earth Class” (WALLY)

Wally spits out a cube of trash.

Stacks it with the others.

Something catches his eye.

Tugs on a piece of metal stuck in the stack.

A hubcap.

The sun reflects off it.

Wally checks the sky.

ON TRASH HEAP HORIZON

The sun sets through the smoggy haze.

“...And we won’t come back until we’ve kissed a girl --”

He places the hubcap in his compactor.

Presses a button on his chest.

The song stops playing.

The end of a work day.

Wally attaches a lunch cooler to his back.

Whistles for his pet COCKROACH.

The insect hops on his shoulder.

They motor down from the top of a GIANT TRASH TOWER.

EXT. AVENUES OF TRASH - DUSK

Wally travels alone.

Traverses miles of desolate waste.

Oblivious to roving storms of toxic weather.

Passes haunting structures buried within the trash.

Buildings, highways, entire cities...

Everything branded with the SAME COMPANY LOGO.

“Buy N Large”

“BNL” stores, restaurants, banks...transportation!

The corporation ran every aspect of life.

There’s even a BNL LOGO on Wally’s chest plate.

CLOSE ON NEWSPAPER Wally drives over.

Headline: “TOO MUCH TRASH!! Earth Covered!!”

The deck: “BNL CEO Declares Global Emergency!”

A photo of the BNL CEO giving a weak smile.

Wally’s old treads are threadbare.

Practically falling apart.

Cause a bumpy ride for his cockroach.

He passes the remains of other RUSTED WALL-E UNITS.

Fancies one with NEWER TREADS than his own...

EXT. DESERTED STREET - MOMENTS LATER

Wally now sports the newer treads.

Rolls past a SERIES OF HOLOGRAPHIC BILLBOARDS.

The solar-powered ads still activate when he passes them.

BILLBOARD ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

(Ad #1: BNL logo over trash)

Too much garbage in your face?

(Ad #2: starliner in space)

There’s plenty of space out in space!

(Ad #3: starliners take off

from Earth)

BNL starliners leaving each day.

(Ad #4: WALL-E units wave

goodbye)

We’ll clean up the mess while you’re

away.

EXT. EDGE OF THE CITY

Wally drives down a deserted overpass.

Activates an even LARGER HOLOGRAPHIC BILLBOARD.

CLOSE ON BILLBOARD AD

Shows off a CITY-SIZED LUXURY STARLINER.

Depicts passengers enjoying all its amenities.

BILLBOARD ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

The jewel of the BNL fleet: “The Axiom”.

Spend your five year cruise in style.

Waited on 24 hours a day by our fully

automated crew, while your Captain and

Autopilot chart a course for non-stop

entertainment, fine dining. And with our

all-access hover chairs, even Grandma can

join the fun! There’s no need to walk!

“The Axiom”. Putting the “star” in

Executive Starliner.

The BNL CEO appears at the end.

Waves goodbye as the Axiom takes off.

BUY N LARGE CEO

Because, at BNL, space is the final “fun”-

tier.

The holographic billboard powers off.

Reveals the AXIOM’S DESERTED LAUNCHPAD in the distance.

The mammoth structure sits across the bay.

Now empty and dry. A polluted, dead valley.

ON COLLAPSED BRIDGE RAMP

Near its edge rests a WALL-E UNIT TRANSPORT TRUCK.

A giant child’s Tonka Truck left to weather the elements.

A “Buy N Large” logo on its side.

Wally approaches the rear of the truck.

Pulls on a lever.

The back lowers.

Wally motors up the ramp.

INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS

Open racks for storing WALL-Es line both walls.

KNICKKNACKS OF FOUND JUNK littered everywhere.

The tired robot removes his newfound treads.

Ahh... Home.

Wally motors down the center aisle.

Flicks on an ancient BETAMAX PLAYER.

Jury-rigged to an iPod.

Pushes in a cassette labeled, “Hello Dolly!”

The image is very poor quality.

Actors sing and dance to Put On Your Sunday Clothes (POYSC).

The same song Wally worked to.

WALLY

[Hums POYSC]

Wally opens his cooler.

Newfound knickknacks.

Pulls out the hubcap from his chest.

Looks back at the TV.

Mimics the dancers on the screen.

Pretends the hubcap is a hat.

Continues to unpack:

A spork.

A Rubik’s Cube (unsolved).

A Zippo Lighter.

He presses a BUTTON by the rack of shelves.

They rotate until an empty space appears.

His new items are lovingly added to the shelf.

The Zippo joins a pre-existing LIGHTER COLLECTION.

A new song, It Only Takes A Moment, plays on the video.

Wally is drawn to it.

Presses his “Record” button.

ON TV SCREEN

Two lovers sing gently to one another.

They kiss...hold hands...

Wally tilts his head as he watches.

Curious.

Holds his own hands.

EXT. TRUCK - NIGHT

Wally motors outside.

Turns over his Igloo cooler to clean it out.

Pauses to take in the night sky.

STARS struggle to be seen through the polluted haze.

Wally presses the “Play” button on his chest.

The newly sampled It Only Takes A Moment (IOTAM) plays.

The wind picks up.

A WARNING LIGHT sounds on Wally’s chest.

He looks out into the night.

A RAGING SANDSTORM approaches off the bay...

Unfazed, Wally heads back in the truck.

IOTAM still gently playing.

...The massive wave of sand roars closer...

Wally raises the door.

Pauses.

WHISTLES for his cockroach to come inside.

The door shuts just as the storm hits.

Obliterates everything in view.

INT. TRUCK - SAME

Wally alone in the center of his shelter.

Unwraps a BNL SPONGECAKE (think Twinkie).

Lays it out for the cockroach to sleep in.

It happily dives in.

Wally collapses himself into a storable cube.

Backs into an empty shelf space.

Rocks it like a cradle...

...and shuts down for the night.

Outside the wind howls like the Hounds of Hell.

INT. WALLY’S TRUCK - NEXT MORNING

Wally’s CHARGE METER flashes “WARNING”.

He wakes. Unboxes.

Groggy and lifeless.

Stumbles outside.

EXT. ROOF OF WALLY’S TRUCK

The morning sun.

Wally fully exposed in its light.

His front panel splayed out like a tanning shield.

A solar collector.

His CHARGE METER chimes full.

Solar panels fold away into hiding.

Wally, now awake, collects his lunch cooler.

Heads off to work.

...and accidentally runs over the cockroach.

Horrified, Wally reverses.

Reveals the FLATTENED INSECT under his tread.

The cockroach simply pops back to life.

No biggie. Ready to go.

Relieved, Wally resumes their commute.

EXT. WALLY’S WORK SITE - THAT MORNING

A SERIES OF “WALLY AT WORK” MOMENTS:

- CU of Wally’s hands digging into garbage.

CU of trash being scooped into his chest compactor.

A cube lands by the cockroach.

- Wally discovers a BRA in the garbage.

Unsure what it’s for.

Tries placing it over his eyes, like glasses.

Tosses it in his cooler.

- Wally finds a set of CAR KEYS.

Presses the remote lock.

Somewhere in the distance a CAR ALARM CHIRPS.

- Plays with a paddle ball.

The ball keeps smacking him in the face.

He doesn’t like it.

- Wally discovers a DIAMOND RING in a JEWEL CASE.

Throws out the ring. Keeps the case.

The jewel case drops into the cooler, then...

...A RUBBER DUCKY...

...A BOBBLE HEAD DOLL...

...An OLD BOOT...

...A TROPHY...

- Wally finds a FIRE EXTINGUISHER.

Activates it.

FOAM blasts in his face.

It’s tossed far, far away from his cooler.

- Wally’s shovel hand strikes something solid.

Faces a REFRIGERATOR much larger than himself.

Now what?

- CU on fridge door.

A WELDING BEAM moves down its center.

It emits from between Wally’s SPLIT BINOCULAR EYES.

The door falls apart in two pieces. Reveals...

...a SMALL PLANT

in its early stage of growth.

Wally is entranced.

Carefully, he extracts the section of earth around it.

CLOSE ON IGLOO COOLER

Wally gently places the plant inside the old boot.

Dusts dirt off the leaves.

EXT. TRUCK - DUSK

Robot and faithful cockroach return home.

Wally stops short of the threshold.

Stares at the ground.

Continues staring.

A RED DOT

quivers on the dirt.

A single laser point of light.

Wally moves to touch it...

...The dot races along the ground.

Wally drops his Igloo.

Chases after the dot.

EXT. EMPTY BAY

The dot leads Wally deep into the polluted expanse.

He is so fixated on it he doesn’t notice

MANY LASER POINTS

coming from every direction.

All racing into the valley over the contour of the terrain.

Triangulating towards a center.

Wally’s dot suddenly stops.

Slowly he reaches for it.

Can’t grab it. Just light.

ALL THE DOTS converge in front of him.

The ground shakes.

Wally becomes confused.

Doesn’t see above him.

The SUN growing brighter behind the cloud cover.

A noise. Building.

Rocket engines.

Wally senses he should look to the sky.

Now THREE SUNS are descending on him.

Wally runs for it.

An enormous COLUMN OF FIRE blocks his path.

A second column of fire.

A third.

Trapped.

Wally cubes the ground beneath him.

Working fast.

Noise deafening.

Heat rising.

Digs in just as a tide of flame carpets the ground...

...Then suddenly quiet.

Smoke clears.

CLOSE ON THE SCORCHED EARTH

Wally’s head rises out of the dirt.

Glows red hot from the heat.

Trembles with fright.

Everything in shadow.

Something very big looms over him.

Wally climbs out of his hole.

Bangs his head on metal.

WIDE on a massive SPACESHIP.

Rests ominously in the empty bay.

A PORTAL on its underside opens.

Frightened, Wally tries to hide.

Nowhere to go.

He places a SMALL ROCK on his head. Boxes up.

A DEVICE lowers to the ground on a long stem.

Scans the surface.

Wally creeps closer for a better look.

The device unfolds.

Wally boxes up again.

A CAPSULE descends from a chute in the stem.

ROBOT ARMS emerge from the device.

Place the capsule on the ground. Press buttons.

The capsule falls away in sections, to reveal...

...a PROBE ROBOT.

It hovers gracefully above the ground.

White. Egg-shaped.

Blue-lit eyes.

Female.

Eve.

Wally is transfixed.

Inches closer.

Watches Eve from behind the device.

Tilts his head.

Time stops.

She’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Eve hovers over the ground.

A BLUE RAY emits from her front panel.

Fans out 180 degrees.

Scans random objects and areas.

The device rises back into the ship.

Exposes Wally.

He rushes for cover behind the nearest rock.

Never takes his eyes off Eve.

Watches her float away from the ship.

...from the ship?

The ship!

Engines roar back to life.

Wally digging furiously.

The rocket takes off.

Smoke clears.

Again, a red hot Wally peeks out from the ground.

Looks for Eve.

She is watching the ship rise into the clouds.

Waits until it is completely out of sight...

...then Eve rises high up into the air.

She flies around the bay.

Soars like a graceful bird.

Does loops in the sky.

Zooms right past Wally’s rock.

He is hypnotized.

Eve descends gently to the ground...

Wally sneaks up closer.

Hides behind another boulder.

Slips.

Makes a NOISE.

Instantly, Eve whips around.

Her arm converts into a LASER CANNON.

Blasts Wally’s boulder to smithereens.

...Smoke clears...All quiet.

Eve, now cold and dangerous.

Scans the area.

No sign of life.

All business again.

Hovers away to probe more of the planet.

ON OTHER SIDE OF BOULDER CRATER

Wally boxed up behind what little remains of the rock.

Trembles uncontrollably.

EXT. AVENUE OF TRASH - DAY

Eve wanders through the pillars of cubed trash.

Scans random areas.

Wally spies from the shadows.

Too frightened to approach.

She moves on. He follows.

EXT. TIRE DUMP - DAY

Eve probes a mound of tires.

Wally hiding nearby.

He flinches at the sight of

HIS COCKROACH

innocently approaching Eve from behind.

She spins around.

Blasts the insect.

Wally is gut-punched.

The cockroach climbs out of the smoking crater.

Unscathed. Still curious.

Eve finds the insect intriguing.

Lowers her arm.

The end separates into individual hovering sections...

...A HAND.

She lets the insect crawl up her arm.

Wiggles into her workings.

It tickles.

EVE

[Giggles]

Wally relaxes.

CHUCKLES privately.

Eve sonically picks up Wally’s location.

Locks onto him.

10.

Arm converts to laser cannon.

Fires rapidly.

Quick glimpses of Wally dodging the blasts.

Trash piles are systematically obliterated around him.

Wally now exposed.

Nowhere to hide.

Boxes himself up. Shakes uncontrollably.

Eve holds her fire.

EVE

(electronic hums)

[Identify yourself.]

She slowly approaches Wally’s box.

Keeps her gun trained on him.

EVE

(electronic hums)

[Repeat. Identify yourself.]

Wally peeks out from his box.

Doesn’t understand a thing she says.

Doesn’t care.

Can’t believe she’s real.

The cockroach climbs down her gun arm.

Jumps onto his master.

Eve scans Wally.

A RED LIGHT appears on her chest.

Buzzes “negative”.

He’s not what she’s looking for.

She retracts her gun arm.

Hovers off.

Wally watches her go. Lovestruck.

WALLY

[Sigh.]

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ABANDONED BNL SUPERSTORE - NEXT DAY

LOUIS ARMSTRONG’S “LA VIE EN ROSE” PLAYS

Eve scans through the market.

Wally follows from a safe distance.

A stray puppy-dog.

Eve glances over at him.

Wally panics.

Bumps into a RACK OF SHOPPING CARTS.

Creates an avalanche.

11.

They chase him down a flight of stairs.

Wally reaches the exit doors.

Won’t open!

Carts pig pile on top of him.

EXT. BNL REFINERY - NIGHT

Wally perched on the roof.

Patiently watches Eve fly.

She scans the ground below her, like a searchlight.

Eve comes in for a landing below.

Shuts down for the night.

Wally waits.

Quietly sneaks down the refinery fire escape.

Accidentally trips. Tumbles to the ground.

Eve doesn’t wake.

Wally creeps up to her.

Opens his arms wide...

...and measures her.

Turns to a pile of trash.

Splits open his eyes. Begins welding something...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BNL REFINERY - NEXT MORNING

Eve powers up again.

Does a double take.

A TRASH SCULPTURE OF EVE stands in front of her.

She hovers away, unimpressed.

Doesn’t notice Wally hiding behind a PILE OF PIPES.

Wally kicks the pipes in frustration.

They roll on top of him.

SONG ENDS

MONTAGE OF EVE SEARCHING

- Scans a car engine.

Negative.

Slams the hood shut.

- Scans a Port-A-Potty.

Negative.

Slams the door shut.

- Scans an Apollo capsule.

Negative.

Slams the hatch shut.

- Scans a FREIGHTER HOLD.

12.

Negative.

Slams the lid shut.

EXT. DERELICT SHIPYARD - DUSK

Eve hovers over the freighter.

Frustrated.

Not finding what she’s looking for.

Wally eavesdrops from afar.

Eve flies past the ship’s CRANE MAGNET.

Gets stuck.

Wrestles to free herself.

Furious, she BLOWS UP THE ENTIRE SHIP.

The reaction startles Wally.

Eve slumps down against a dredged anchor.

She gives up.

Concerned, Wally cautiously approaches.

Sits at the other end of the anchor.

Both robots stare silently at the fiery wreck.

Then...

...slowly, very slowly, Wally inches towards her.

Musters the courage to speak, when --

She suddenly turns to him:

EVE

(hums)

[So what’s your story?]

Wally falls backwards with surprise.

Me?

Eve scrolls through a variety of languages:

EVE

(German)

[Directive?]

(Japanese)

[Directive?]

WALLY

[Huh?]

EVE

(Swahili)

[Directive?]

(English)

Directive?

WALLY

(beeps)

[Oh, I understand that!]

13.

EVE

Directive?

Wally eagerly turns to some nearby trash.

Scoops it into his compactor.

Proudly spits out a cube.

Points to Eve.

WALLY

(struggles to speak)

Di...rec...t--

EVE

Directive?

Wally nods.

EVE

Classified.

WALLY

(beeps)

[Oh. Sorry.]

She scans his CHEST LOGO.

EVE

Name?

WALLY

(struggles again)

W-wally? ...Wally.

EVE

(smooth; almost perfect)

Wwww-aaaa-leee...

Wally nearly melts.

She says his name so beautifully.

Moves closer.

EVE

Wally. (giggles)

Eve.

Wally tries to repeat it:

WALLY

Eeee...?

EVE

(slower)

Eve.

14.

WALLY

Eeeaaah?

EVE

Eeeve. Eeeve.

WALLY

Eee--vah!

She giggles again.

Wally likes making her giggle.

WALLY

Eee-vah! Ee --

EVE

Eve.

The wind kicks up.

The WARNING LIGHT sounds on Wally’s chest.

He moves to grab her.

WALLY

(Gasp!) Eee-vah!

EVE

(hums)

[Hey watch it! Don’t come any closer!]

She draws her gun on him.

Doesn’t understand the danger.

The sandstorm rushes up behind her.

Too late.

Wally collapses into a box.

The storm hits full force.

Eve is instantly lost, disoriented.

EVE

Wally? Wally?

WALLY’S HAND appears out of the dust.

Calmly takes Eve’s hand.

INT. TRUCK - MOMENTS LATER

The back door lowers.

A rush of wind and sand.

Wally pulls Eve inside. Closes the door.

She coughs up dust.

Wally hits a switch...

Strings of CHRISTMAS LIGHTS fill the space.

His racks of oddities painted in colored light.

15.

An air of enchantment.

Eve is taken aback.

WALLY

(beeps)

[Come on in.]

She drifts through the sea of knickknacks.

Becomes spooked by a SINGING BILLY BASS FISH.

Threatens to shoot it, but Wally calms her down.

He is compelled to show her everything.

Hands her an eggbeater...

...bubble wrap (so infectious to pop)...

...a lightbulb (lights when she holds it)...

...the Rubik’s Cube (she solves it immediately)...

...his Hello Dolly tape.

Curious, she begins unspooling the tape.

WALLY

(loud beeps)

[My tape!!]

He grabs it back. Protective.

Inserts it carefully into the VCR. Please still work.

The movie eventually appears on the TV.

Plays a clip of POYSC.

Wally is relieved.

WALLY

(beeps)

[What do you think?]

Mimics the dancing for Eve.

Encourages her to try.

She clumsily hops up and down.

Makes dents in the floor. Rattles everything.

Wally politely stops her.

WALLY

(beeps)

[How ‘bout we try a different move?]

Spins in a circle. Arms out.

Eve copies.

Spins faster, and faster...

Too fast.

Accidentally strikes Wally. He flies into the shelves.

Eve helps him up from the mess.

Wally’s LEFT BINOCULAR EYE falls off.

Dangles from two wires.

Eve GASPS with concern.

Wally placates her.

16.

WALLY

(beeps)

[It’s fine.]

Feels his way to the rack of shelves.

Rotates them until...

...SPARE WALL-E PARTS appear.

Replaces his broken eye with a new one.

Eve is relieved.

She eyes his LIGHTER COLLECTION.

Flicks open a Zippo. Ignites a FLAME.

Wally freezes.

He had no idea it could do that.

Moves closer to inspect it...

ON WALLY

It’s the closest he’s ever been to Eve.

She remains focused on the lighter.

Wally stares up at her.

...The tiny flame flickering between them...

...The Hello Dolly video plays IOTAM in the background...

Suddenly, he is moved to express his love.

Musters the courage to open his fingers...

...Timidly reaches his hand out to hers...

-- Eve turns and looks at him.

Wally instantly chokes.

Pulls his hand back.

Eve becomes intrigued with the TV.

Scans the image of the lovers singing IOTAM...

Wally watches her.

His infatuation still palpable.

Then he remembers...

WALLY

Ee-vah!

He rushes to his shelves.

Eve watches him rummage through junk.

A drum falls down on his head.

She giggles, charmed by it all.

Something about Wally...

She is drawn back to the lovers on TV...

...then the lit Zippo lighter in her hand.

A tap on her shoulder.

She turns to find Wally holding something.

The plant.

Eve immediately locks onto it.

17.

Drops the lighter.

In a flash...

...her chest opens...

...a TRACTOR BEAM snatches the plant away...

...stores it inside her...

Then she shuts down completely.

Only a SINGLE GREEN LIGHT pulsing on her chest.

Wally is stunned.

What’d I do?

Waves his hand in front of her face.

WALLY

Ee-vah?

Knocks on her chest plate.

No response.

Wally panics.

Gently shakes her.

WALLY

Ee-vah?

Still no response.

WALLY

Ee-vah? ...Ee-vah?!

CAMERA MOVES IN on the blinking green light...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROOF OF WALLY’S TRUCK - DAY

The morning sun.

Wally places Eve in his charging spot.

Aims her hovering form to f

Actually looks like I can only post the first "part", roughly... Already this is lagging my phone. Will experiment more tomorrow. For now, enjoy!

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