#i DO NOT want to look up and see the giant spider boss

[yuhi-san]

list of seemingly universal zelda experiences

(mostly ooc and majoras mask tho)

wait, hold on, im not zelda? (thats a fucking girls name)

its always the goddamn watertemple

bullying the chicken & instant regret that follows

oh god no its a new dawn & general dread of the moon falling

groaning when you see the owl. even more groaning when you inadvertently have it repeat everything at least once

ohgogohgodohgod dontstopgottakeepmoving ohnoohno when you go through a room that has one of these falling hands

"...now that i think about it, there was a lot of nightmare fuel, wasn't there?"

wait what was my scarecrow song again

the dispair from being only able to save by returning to the first dawn in the 64 original majoras mask

"does anyone actually know what these weird stones are for?"

navigating the lost woods by trial & error and memorizing it at first because you didn't realize right away you could follow the music

thinking the great fairy is creepy when you were a kid but not being able to put a finger on it

"why do the fairies in majoras mask look like sugar canes?"

"what is going on here??" (<- stone tower temple)

the sheer agitation you feel when the goddam beeping starts and there is no heart nearby

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

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pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader summary: You come back from a mission with a tear in your suit. Miguel's reaction to what he sees underneath surprises you in the best way. tags / warnings: smut (minors do not interact!), p in v, fem reader, sassy spider-reader word count: 2.3k

You were coming back from a successful mission. Anomaly eliminated. No casualties. Well, except your spider-suit. An annoyingly claw-y bad guy had swiped at you from behind, and even though you’d just managed to dodge his attack, he’d nicked your suit and sliced a long strip of it down your side, from your back all the way down to the top of your thigh. Half your ass cheek was exposed, but you were so exhausted it was beyond you to care. You’d be suit-free and in bed soon enough. You just had to report in to Miguel first. He’d ordered you to because this had been a “potentially significant anomaly.” There seemed to be more and more of those recently. And he seemed to be assigning them mostly to you. You didn’t know of any other spiders that had to report to him personally after missions so often. 

You could feel the cold on your lower back as you walked up to his HQ platform, it slowly descending in front of you. You hop up as soon as it’s low enough, wasting no time. Miguel’s back is to you as he watches what seems like a million screens at once.

“Mission successful, spider-boss.” “Don’t call me that.” You knew he hated that nickname. That’s why you kept using it. 

“You prefer spider-captain? Spider-chief? Oooh maybe spider-king? No, that doesn’t sound right. Aren’t spiders more matriarchal anyway? You could be spider-queen if you want. Has a bit of a bite to it.” “Y/N,” he deadpans. “Hm?” “Shut up.” “Yes, sir, spider-queen!” 

He finally turns around to look at you, exasperation all over his chiseled features. You catch the end of his eye roll. Knowing engaging will only get more out of you, he opts to go straight to business. “You eliminated the anomaly?” “Yup.”

“Cleaned up the contamination afterward?” “Like the top-class interdimensional janitor that I am.”

“Anything unusual?” “Well, there was this big scary dude with giant claws that was only ever black and white when the rest of the world was especially colorful. Soo that was weird.” “I mean other than the exact reason I sent you there in the first place.” He runs his hand over his face, the other on his hip, looking sassier than he probably intended. “Oh! Then no.” 

You come over to his desk, leaning on it.

“And you’re alright? No injuries or anything?” In the back of your mind, you notice his voice softening as he asks you this. 

“I’m good. More than I can say for my suit though,” you laugh. You lift from the desk, turning slightly, twisting to look at the tear, exposing it to Miguel. “Why’s it called ‘tearing someone a new one,’ huh? Doesn’t make any sense. I need a new one specifically because this one’s torn.” 

You don’t expect him to respond to your stupid question, but when you look up at Miguel, the look on his face is more than unexpected. His eyebrows are shot up, his mouth the slightest bit ajar, his eyes fixed intently on your exposed ass. 

For once, you have no idea what to say. Why was he looking at you like that? Were you in trouble? Just because this was a bit inappropriate? I mean, c’mon, you were all spider-people; you’d all had your fair share of injuries that needed patching up and the like. It felt like a big sports team: bodies rendered just bodies by the heat of battle. Of course, you’d never admit to anyone out loud that while that was true for all the other spiders in your eyes, Miguel was the sole exception. His body could never be just a body. It was too imposing… too striking… too beautiful. You caught yourself staring at him much more often than you liked. Always talked incessantly when he was around to keep yourself distracted and from looking like an idiot. Well, you still looked like an idiot after everything you said, but you were an idiot on your own terms, usually getting some laughs while you were at it. 

“Miguel?” You come up with nothing else. 

Your voice snaps him out of his trance. His eyes shoot up to your face, and he looks — what is that? you’d never seen that look on Miguel O’Hara… was it… flustered?

“Um, yes, uh, right. Your suit,” he’s looking around at his screens again, trying to look busy but you can tell his gaze isn’t actually taking in any of the images. “We’ll get you a new one.” 

The tension lessened and, more importantly, his eyes no longer on you give you back a bit of your confidence. 

“You in charge of tailoring too? You really gotta learn to delegate, spider-boss.” He doesn’t say anything. Not even with you specifically trying to push his buttons with the nickname. “Okayy…” you elongate. “So, can I go now?”

He just grunts, not sparing another look toward you.

You start walking back across the platform but remember a detail of the mission you had wanted to tell him before making it too far. 

“Oh, there was this thing with my watch —“ you start, but all words get caught in your throat when you see Miguel as you turn back toward him. He’s staring at you like a viscous predator just about to pounce. His chin is down but his eyes are on you, even darker than usual and penetrating. You can tell by the rise and fall of his ridiculously broad chest that his breathing is a bit labored. He’d clearly been looking lower than your face level, as his eyes shoot up to yours when you look at him.

Neither of you say anything for what feels like the longest, heaviest moment of your life so far. Then, in what feels like the quickest, he’s closed the distance between you, coming to a stop just in front of you, closer than he’s ever been to you before.

He’s towering over you. Any movement forward at all and you’d be touching. You’re sure he can feel your heavy breathing as you look up at him. You can feel his.  

He looks like he wants to murder you. But Miguel O’Hara has a way of encoding all emotions into shades of anger and aggression. And you’ve watched him closely enough for long enough to sometimes think you have an idea of what lies beneath. You haven’t cracked it completely, but you certainly see shades of gray where others see black and white. 

The stakes have never been quite this high for your getting it wrong, but hoping beyond hope that you know what he actually wants, you push your face the fraction of a distance to his, crashing your lips together. 

From the moment they graze, his hands are on you, groping your exposed ass with one, pulling you into him with the other. He devours your mouth, so feral you even worry for a split second about his fangs coming out. You’re so consumed by him you probably wouldn’t mind if they did.

Not breaking apart from you, Miguel takes the few steps back to his desk, dragging you with him. When the backs of his thighs come up to the desk, he flips you around so that you’re pushed up against it. You’re caged between it and his broad body as his hands continue exploring your body, his tongue continues exploring your mouth. 

At this point you can feel the huge bulge between his legs pressing against you, his spider-suit doing nothing to hide it, doing little to separate you from it. 

When his mouth leaves yours, dragging hungrily down to your jaw and neck, you whine his name. He groans in response, and you feel the vibrations where your chests are flush.

Taking the opportunity to do something you’d often dreamed of, you lift your hand and run it through his thick hair. His moans get louder, and you take it as a sign scratch and tug harder. 

You know you didn’t pull strongly enough to move him if he didn’t want to be moved, but he pops off from where he’s sucking on your neck and looks into your eyes. He gives you a harsh kiss then says simply, “Turn around.” You do. He bends you over his desk.

You feel his hands on your hips first then they squeeze your ass hard. He slaps your exposed cheek, and you jump at the sudden sensation. 

“Tell me if I’m too rough,” he says, voice low. 

You nod and confess, “I want it rough, Miguel. Please.” “Fuuck, chula. You drive me crazy.” You just whimper in response. 

He spanks you again then tears your suit further, exposing your entire ass and your by now soaked cunt. “You walk in here with half your ass out like it’s nothing. Like you can show me what I spend my nights imagining and expect me not to do anything about it.” He slaps your other ass cheek. “You’re soaked, mami. You wanted this as badly as I did?” You nod desperately. “Tell me what you wanted.” “Fuck, Miguel. You. I wanted you.” 

“You want me to fuck you?” You can already feel him messing with his suit. 

“Yes, fuck, please; please fuck me.” When the head of his cock touches your cunt, your entire body shudders with anticipation. He pushes in forcefully, your wetness enough for him to start sliding in. But he’s big. Really big. As he keeps pushing, you feel a bit of a sting. When he hears you hiss, he slows his entrance but doesn’t stop entirely. “Relax, nena,” he coos. His hands massage your hips. “Breathe, baby.” You take a long inhale, and by the time you’re exhaling, you feel him finally bottom out. “Eso, mi amor. Just like that. Fuck, you feel incredible.” “Migueel,” you whine. “Yeah, baby, I got you.” His hands tighten on your hips as he slowly drags his cock back out until only his tip is inside. You’d never felt so empty. Then he pushes back in, faster than the first time. And again. And again. 

Miguel’s pace quickens probably a bit faster than you’re ready for, but you love the intensity of the sensations. You love the feeling of him deep inside you, of him desperate to be deeper. You start rocking back in time with his thrusts, slamming your ass onto him. 

“Fuuuck.” His voice is gravel. One of his powerful hands comes to your shoulder to help pull and push you at his now brutal rhythm. He fucks you with a stamina only possible for a superhuman. You’re sure you wouldn’t be able to take it if you weren’t one yourself.

The large room echoes your slapping skin, your yells and moans as he spears into you repeatedly.

Your thighs tighten as you start nearing your climax. Your cunt starts squeezing tighter. “Fuck, fuck, eso, nena, eso,” he chants, getting even rougher. His praises start sounding strangled, and you know he’s close too. 

“Cum with me, Miguel,” you beg desperately. He groans animalistically at your words, giving you a strangled affirmative moan and pushing his pace to what you imagine is his limit. 

“C’mon, baby, cum for me, cum for me,” he urges. It’s easy to let go with how hard he’s fucking you. You can’t really feel the rest of your body except for a hot heaviness. All you feel is where you’re connected and how every thrust sends pure pleasure coursing through you. 

You’re orgasming a second later, and to the feeling of your clenching cunt and the sound of your euphoric screams, Miguel comes right after. 

You’re unable to keep up your movements, too spent and too blissed out, but he keeps thrusting, albeit slower, until you’ve both rode out the hardest orgasms of your life. Then and only then does he still, still inside you, and collapse onto your back. His broad torso covers you completely, warming you despite how sweaty you are now.

His labored breathing on the back of your neck tickles, sending a shiver down your body. He chuckles and peppers kisses on your neck and shoulder, pulling your suit down to kiss at more skin. 

He eventually lifts himself up; you were never going to push him off, that’s certain. You could spend forever under him, wrapped up in him. 

His strong hands lift your especially malleable body, turning you to face him and helping support you as you lean back on the desk. 

When your eyes meet, Miguel smiles at you. It stops your rapidly beating heart. 

One arm around you, his other hand pushes sweaty hair off your face then lingers there, caressing. 

“You okay?” he asks, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. You just nod. He laughs. “What?” you giggle. “So that’s what it takes to make you stop talking, huh?” “Shut up!” you tsk, shoving his wall of a chest. He doesn’t budge at all, just catches your hand in his, bringing it to his face and kissing it. His lips linger over the skin of your fingers, the back of your hand. You trace them lightly, and they shift into a subtle grin. 

As you look into his big brown eyes, you’re pretty sure you know what this ever-thinning shade of serious is covering.

“Miguel?” 

“Hm?” He pecks your hand again. 

“All those missions… they weren’t ‘potentially significant’ were they?” 

He lowers your hand but keeps it in his. His gaze follows your hands down, looking away briefly, but he’s looking into your eyes again when he shakes his head ever so subtly. You hum in understanding. He just needed to make sure you were okay after.

After a beat, you whisper, “Can we stop pretending?” “That the missions are special?” “That what we feel for each other isn’t…” 

“Ah.” He looks torn. You know he thinks it’s dangerous, know he feels the weight of literally the entire universe on his very broad shoulders. You lean up and kiss him gently. 

“We can figure it out,” you whisper against his lips. His nose brushes yours as he nods then kisses you again. 

[pynkgothicka]

Ｂｅａｓｔ Ｍｉｇｕｅｌ ｏ＇Ｈａｒａ

Synopsis - After you sister leaves you to hang with your boss, both his and your lives becoming a waking nightmare

Pairing - Yandere! Miguel o’Hara x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Jessica Drew but the black version cause I luv black women

Tags and Warnings - Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence towards reader

Authors Note - I LUV HIM SM MY GOD. I HADDD TO WRITE SOMETHING. Also I believe this contains slight spoilers??? I think???

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Jess! Are you sure it's okay that I'm here? I'm not really spider-like.” You followed behind your sister, her afro swinging as she walked. You fiddled with the band she gave you in order to keep you from glitching out.

It was all so casual, and almost everyone greeted her. The architecture was other worldy, almost only to benefit the inhabitants. Speaking of, there was many, too many to count. 2D, 3D, Male, Female, Pigs, Horses, Cats, almost anything imaginable.

While you looked at it all in amazement, they all looked at you, and gave you dirty and worried looks. At least thats what it looked like under their masks.

“Oh Miguel won't like this…”

“I didn't know they allowed just anyone up here?”

“I mean Peter B brings his daughter so I guess it's a pass."

“I just know Miguel doesn't like anything new. He might bare his fangs or something. You know that guy and sacre tactics.”

You shuddered at the way they spoke of this Miguel guy. But you kept following behind Jessica until she came to a huge hatch, in which opened up on her walking up.

“Miguel!”

“What do you need Jessica, aren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I do, but I need you to do a favor!” Jessica yelled, shoving your shoulder to push you ahead. “My sister is visiting from college in my dimension. I need someone to watch over her and I trust you'll do that without letting her get hurt.”

You finally looked up seeing a sharp jawed man looking down at you. His spider suit glew a dark blue with bright red highlights. His brown hair was pushed back, framing his face perfectly. Not only that, but he was huge, built like a giant.

He came down from his workspace, now closer to you than ever. His chest was too your face and you had to look up too look at him. He seemingly almost over analyzed you, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Fine. Just go handle the situation.”

Jessica raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Fine? Just fine? You usually aren't just okay with this type of stuff. You sur-”

“Your questioning my decisions?” Miguel said his stature becoming stiff, seemingly fed up with her constant questioning.

“No… just wondering. Don't have too much fun you two.” Jessica said giving you a small hug before walking off. As the hatch door closed, Miguel's hand went to your back, ushering you to walk with him.

“I'll give you a chair so you can stay within my sight. I don't want to lose you.” You nodded, watching as he turned away from you, going back to his work. A chair was pushed your direction, and when you finally got to sitting down the cushioned seat almost swallowed you whole. You could take a nap if you wanted too, it was just that comfortable. And you almost did, until you were pulled from your rest with a deep voice.

“Did she tell you, or did you piece it together?”

“Huh?"

“Jessica. Did you just figure out she was Spider-Woman?”

Miguel's hands just kept working, his focus divided between talking to you and his work. “To be honest, I just figured it out. When I asked her if what I thought was true, she just seemed relieved and told me everything.”

Miguel seemed surprised at this making a strange humming noise. “You two must be very close huh?”

“Yeah. I wouldn't trade the world for the bond me and her share. I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell me about that side of her life. From what she told me, Spiderman doesn't usually tell people about what he does. It's refreshing you know… I'm sorry am I rambling too much?”

“No. Your fine, I'm actually enjoying the company. I'm in here by myself most of the time. It's nice to hear another voice.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned, smirking at you. He stopped working and his screens switched off. “What do you do for fun?”

“Me? Fun? Uhh I don't know. I'm a college student with just about 0 connections. I guess reading?” You finally chased for a reply.

“LYLA get someone to bring me a book from the library. Hell bring two.” Miguel said, finally an AI woman popping up. She teased him a bit before finally having someone bring you two books. Miguel then sat down next too you beginning to open one of the books he brought.

“Your willing to read with me?”

“Yeah. I need to get my mind off of things anyway.”

🩸

Once Jessica had picked you up, Miguel felt weird. He knew you were attractive. Like very attractive. But that wasn't normal for him. He usually didn't see attraction in people.

Something else he also knew was that when he was around you he felt comfortable. He had no worries and you took them all away. It was a feeling he could only recall when he was with his “daughter.” He'd let you snuggle up close too him, physical touch being something he hadn't felt in a while.

“LYLA. I need you to pull any information on Jessica Drew's sister. It can be from any dimension, I just need to know everything.” Miguel basically ordered the ai. She popped up in front of him, with that same smug look she always gave when questioning his any of his decisions.

“Why would you need that?! It's not like she's ever going to get bitten by a radioactive spider.” LYLA said bringing up a huge collection of information she'd found on you in a heartbeat. “But hey I'll indulge this. Let's see, she's almost always college student, future looks like a journalist, ooh she's judgemental! And just about always single. Seems like her connection to Jessica Drew is always the sisterly role.”

Miguel fell more and more in love the more LYLA talked. “Send all that too my computer.”

“Gotcha! Hopefully this will help you.” LYLA said dissipating away. Miguel stared at the picture of you on one of the screens.

He had to have you. At any means necessary.

🩸

You'd finally saved up for a apartment to where you could stay without the need for dorm mates.

Being a journalism major meant you needed all the focus you could get. And you couldn't find that when around all those people. So you left.

Usually you wrote uplifting pieces for your sister as her and the press don't usually get along well. Even though your pretty sure she knows you wrote majority of her good stories, you also know she'd smile seeing that people appreciated her work.

As you were turned around and began slicing open a box to unpack in your room, a voice boomed from your window. “Hi sweetheart.” From across your room stood a towering Miguel o’Hara. He crawled his way into your room, shutting the window behind him.

“Umm hi Miguel. Are you looking for Jess? She's not here i-” Miguel cut you off.

“I'm not looking for her. I was actually looking for you. I came to talk to you about something.” Miguel started moving closer, slowly stepping towards you. He ducked past your light fixture, finally truly Intimidating you. Something about the way he was coming towards you frightened you. His size almost made it worse.

“Oh. Well of course. You can talk to me about anything.” You trailed off putting your knife to the side, giving Miguel your undivided attention

“I want you to come live with me. At the headquarters. No one has to know. Not even your sister.” He said causally. He was right on you, making you trip and buckle to fall on your bed. You looked up at him, pushing yourself further into the bed.

“That's, crazy Miguel. I can't that, I'm a college student! I don't even know you enough for that!”

"But I know you. I've studied you. Every possibility of you. I know more about you than you know yourself!" You let out a small gasp. This man had been essentially stalking you.

"Miguel. That makes it even worse, the last answer is no. And.... And I need you to go."

“You just don't get it do you?” Miguel's hand hit the wall, claws digging and dragging in the drywall. “I don't think you understand I'm not asking you to do anything. This is me telling you.”

And with that you kicked against him, trying to immobile him at any means possible. You had to find Jessica.

But he grabbed your wrist, trying to drag you to your window. He hoisted you up to his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Let go! Let go of me, Jess! Jess please!!” You began to scream out for your sister seeing if maybe, just maybe she was around to help you.

But she wasn't.

No one was.

You started to beat on Miguel's back. He was now out of your window and climbing up the side of your apartment, heading to the roof. “You better stop fighting, this is destiny. Our destiny.” When he finally made it to the roof he put you down and a hexagonal portal appeared as he messed around with his arm band. You began to heave on impact with the hot concrete. Miguel then turned back towards you, watching in amusement as you dragged yourself slowly to get away from him.

“What are you doing?!” Miguel's head snapped as he stared at LYLA who now stood in front of him at full height. “Your pulling the exact same thing you tried before this, before you made the society! Made me!”

"You don't understand. You will never understand."

"I understand more than you will ever know. You need to stop. And you need to stop now!"

You took this as a opening to crawl your way to the nearest side of the building. You could hear Miguel snarl and yell at Layla. But you tried to pay no mind to that as you looked down over the right edge of the building. You saw a metal of the top apartments stairway.

Fuck this would hurt.

Your body hit the metal with a loud bang, the adrenaline wore off as you finally felt all the bruises and gashes you gotten. “Fuck, my god. Jess… Spider-Woman! Plea-” You felt a hand on the back of your neck. Claws dug in to the front, slightly nicking at your neck.

“Where are you going?”

Miguel picked up your body like you weighed nothing. He then carried and slammed you against the nearby wall. When trying to move your hand to tap on the glass pane, Miguel's other hand grabbed at your wrist, immobilizing you. “Miguel please don't do this! Jessica, she's going to look for me I know it jus-”

“Shh My Love… this won't hurt a bit.” Miguel barred his fangs at you opening wide and moving to your neck. And before you could protest he bit deep into it, venom seeping into your veins. You felt woozy, and realized you couldn't move an inch. Just how he wanted you.

“It's all going to be okay Mi Vida. I know exactly what you need... A family. And not just any family. A family with me."

[the-kr8tor]

Hiii!

I don't request often, but I had this idea in mind and I absolutely NEEDED to see it in ur writing style 😭

a fic where Hobie and reader both work at the daily bugle, and they both take photos of spider-man for hte newspaper. except obviously Hobie's going to have the better pictures because he literally is spider-man and reader absolutely despises him for it

he loves beating her in this little competition but what he doesn't know is that she's only a few pictures away from being fired because at the end, there can only be one photographer for the bugle

and she really needs this job

hopefully this made sense!!

Hihi! Thank you for requesting! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, co-worker! Hobie, Fluff.

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Hobie acts like he's making coffee, the coffee table is conveniently placed in front of JJJ’s office. Where said man is currently screaming his head off at you, hell even laughing at you occasionally. Hobie can't hear what he's saying or why he's screaming, the sound proof glass walls seem to do the trick. But because of the glass, he can see everything.

JJJ is so mad that Hobie can see the veins on his temple pop out, and face turning into a giant tomato. Hobie's sure you're about to break your composure by how you grip your expensive camera on your lap. He's kind of proud of you that way, the way you don't break your resolve and eye contact even though your infamous boss is screaming his head off and looking like a character in an old 90s cartoon about a cat and mouse.

Hobie watches on, he tells himself that he only does just in case one of you gets physical. If JJJ gets hurt, and he will get hurt based on your searing glare, then no one's gonna pay him if the boss is injured. If you get hurt then who is gonna push his buttons down at the bullpen? Who's gonna push him to do a better job and take better pictures when you're gone? It's definitely not because he fancies you or anything like that. Or so he likes to lie to himself so he doesn't actually act on the feeling lest he gets called to HR and have the most uncomfortable talk of his life since the birds and the bees conversation.

JJJ seems to finally cool off, fixing his obvious combover, he sits down on his leather seat, sighing, eyes still aflame. Hobie wonders what you've done to get him all riled up like that. He hasn't seen him that mad since the doc ock debacle.

Everyone in the office seems to have the same curiosity as him, some blatantly watch in their seats, ignoring their own paperwork. Some hide the fact that they're watching the car crash right in front of them. And you're in the middle of the road.

Right when JJJ dismisses you, the entire office returns to their work as if nothing happened. You open the door with hidden anger, knuckles shaking on the doorknob, eyebrows knitted together. Hobie can feel your restrained anger from where he stands on the doorway of the break room. You pass by him and he swears that he felt heat radiating from you.

You close the microwave door that someone left open with a slam. Huffing over the sink, hands gripping the sides, you want to punch something but at the same time you don't want to break company property.

“What did the poor microwave do to you?” Hobie jokes to lighten your mood, but it lands wrong over to you.

“Not in the fucking mood, Hobart.” You turn to leave but he blocks your way. “What? You here to goad?”

“No,” he almost sounds offended. “I was gonna ask if you're alright.” With his tone sounding genuine, you sigh heavily, hand rubbing across your tired face. Hobie guides you towards a chair, sitting you down gently, you crumble immediately on the old chair.

Head in your hands, back curled, you refuse to cry especially in front of a co-worker who you've grown fond of over the years of working together. A cup of cold water is placed in front of you, ice clinking inside the mug that has your name scribbled with a red marker.

“Here, figured coffee wouldn't be good for you right now and we ran out of the tea you like so much.” Hobie sits across you, eyes scanning you for distress.

“Thanks.” You murmur, taking a small sip. “You know what tea I like?” For some reason, you calm down from his stare, when it's someone else it would piss you off more.

“Who do you think buys it? J? Fucker won't even shell out for two-ply toilet paper.”

You smile, now remembering all the times he has brought you tea whenever you're both at the field hunting down the latest scoop. “I remember now, it's because I always had the label out.”

“Yeah,” he nods, even though he knew about your favourite from the first time he saw you make it on your first day. Which was also his first day.

“He's gonna fire me.” You blurt out after a few beats of silence. “My photos were, he said and I quote, ‘fucking horrible, the worst pictures of Spider-Man I've ever seen!’ for someone who hates Spider-Man he's awfully obsessed with him.” You scoff.

“You're not gettin' fired over that. You're a better photographer than me.”

You chuckle softly, “I am,” he shakes his head with a ghost of a smile on his pierced lips. “but your Spider-Man pictures are much better than mine. And a photo of him sells more than a picture of some new public park.”

“Don't belittle yourself, love, he's hard to shoot. Anyway I loved those pictures of yours. Nice angles and lighting.”

“Stop trying to make me feel better, Hobart.” You take a gulp of water when you feel the tremors start again. “I can't get fired. I have so much shit to pay, I'm behind on rent, utilities and I haven't even bought my own car!” Hobie wants to scooch his chair closer to try and calm your shaking. So he does.

Standing up, he picks up the chair, plopping it right next to you. Sitting down, arm casually draped on the back of his chair, silver chains on his neck in full display thanks to the two buttons undone on his work shirt that you know he hates so much. You watch him with curious eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you have no idea why. Knee to knee, he ducks down to meet your downturned eyes.

“How behind?”

“You gonna pay my rent for me?” You joke, eyes flicking away from his chest.

“Nah, even better.” You tilt your head, wordlessly saying, ‘go on’ “want to know my secret?” He pauses, trepidation behind his eyes. “On how I get those pictures of Spider-Man?” Hobie's nervous, you can tell by how he taps his index finger rhymically on his jean clad thigh. A tell you've come to be endeared to.

“Yeah, you're gonna tell me?” Your eyes widen. Will he finally tell you what you've pieced together years ago?

He leans closer, you can see every speck of green in his hazel eyes, a detail you take note of in your mind. He whispers lowly. “...he's a mate of mine.”

You take a deep breath, “oh, that's cool.”

“I just told you I'm best mates with Spider-Man and all you can say is ‘cool’?”

You straighten up in your seat, eyes warm for him. And in turn, he copies your movements. “If you put it that way, then yeah.” Chuckling, your worries are pushed aside for now. He has that effect on you. “I'm impressed, Hobart. I guess it makes sense that you both run with the same crowd. Are you in the same band or something?” The last comment was to throw him off the scent that you already know of his alter ego.

“Fuckin' Hobart,” he clicks his tongue but his own smile betrays him. He has a brilliant idea. “If I can convince him to meet you somewhere so you could take his pictures, will you finally stop callin’ me Hobart?”

You grin, heart full and eternally grateful. “Yeah, okay, it's a deal.” Reaching towards him, he takes your hand and shakes it. Your thumb rubs softly on his knuckles, so gentle that he can barely feel it, but he does. While his warmth practically consumes you, he drowns in your own. “Thank you, Hobart.”

“Oi—”

“You haven't arranged it yet, so until then, I'm going to keep calling you that.” You both don't notice how your hand is still clasped in his. Or maybe you two chose to ignore it.

“Cheeky,” He has no idea what he's in for.

[oharaslove]

Miguel O'hara as a cat

summary: After the events of your boyfriend becoming a cat, you decided to get a normal cat. Would the two kitties get along?

word count: 5.2k

warnings: Miguel x !Spider fem Reader, fluff, nothing else???

I am so so sorry for the wait!! I had many ideas and I couldn't find the words or the way to connect them. Also there was a lot going on and I couldn't find time to properly sit and write. Anyway, hope you enjoy!!! This is the last part, then I'll post the bonuses next week!!!

<< Part 2 Bonus >>

PART 3

It’s been 2 weeks since the whole cat accident. Thankfully, no one heard about it, only Miguel, Lyla and you knew about it. Even though you had gotten angry at the AI for taking pictures, you have to admit that she kept her word and the photos were kept hidden. Besides, it was funny seeing Miguel as a Maine Coon, although he didn’t think so, and he still thought he wasn’t a cat. The audacity of that man.

For the other part, Miguel hasn’t stopped working, it seemed like he was trying to make up for lost time, even though it was at most two days he was out of duty, but that’s your boyfriend, a workaholic at his best.

With all the work Miguel had been doing, he totally forgot about you wanting to adopt a cat. In all honestly, you had forgotten too. The last two weeks had been swarmed with anomalies here and there, no time to stop and think or rest completely. Your mind always racing and alert, battling between your own villains at home and the ones that didn’t belong across the multiverse.

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“Miguel, there’s an anomaly on Earth-98393A.” Lyla informed, appearing in front of her boss.

Miguel groaned, running his hand through his messy hair. With the amount of anomalies, he wasn’t running out of teams to send.

“Is there someone available?” he asked.

“Let me check” Lyla answered, pulling out her holographic tablet, and scrolling through it. “It seems like everyone is deployed, in the infirmary recovering or its their day off.”

Miguel massage the sides of his head, before pulling lightly on his hair.

“Call y/n” Miguel said. “We are going together.”

“On it!” the AI responded.

The gizmo rang a couple a seconds until you appeared in front of Miguel. It seemed like you were in the middle of something.

“Hi Miggy!!” you sang, a little out of breath.

“Hola amor. ¿Estás bien?” (Hi love. Are you okay?)

“I’m in-,” your face went out of frame, sounds of a fight taking over. “-the middle-,” an explosion was heard, and then some grunting and punching. “-of something.” you finished, sighing, and then beaming into the camera. “What’s up?”

“Am I interrupting something?” Miguel asked, a smirk forming on his lips.

“What do you think?” you questioned back, rolling your eyes, before smiling at him.

“There is an anomaly we have to take care of.”

“Okay, gimme a minute.” you groaned. “I have to-”

A giant object flew over your head, luckily, your spidey-senses warned you about it.

“Hey!” you snapped. “Rhino, I am busy over here. Can’t you wait for a single minute?” you rolled your eyes, and looked at Miguel. “Be there in a minute. Love ya. Mwah” you blew a kiss before hanging up.

“Lyla, status on the anomaly?” Miguel asked.

“It is causing a lot of trouble.” the AI answered. “I suggest you go now. Once your little girlfriend comes around, I’ll inform her.”

“Okay, let me know when she arrives.”

Miguel opened a portal to Earth-98393A using his gizmo. As soon as it opened he went through.

“Another day of work” he sighed, stretching his arms.

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The fight was not going good.

Maybe he should have asked Lyla what he was facing.

Maybe Miguel should have listened to you when you said the sleep deprivation was going to bite him in the ass.

Maybe he should have not listened to Lyla and wait for you to arrive.

Maybe you should fucking hurry and help him. What was taking you so long??

THREE FRICKING ANOMALIES. That was what he was fighting.

Yes. Miguel was a big guy, he was a really strong Spider-man, but everyone has limits, and he has reached them minutes ago.

A vulture, a Rhino and a kind of symbiote had him cornered. Miguel took punch after punch, kick after kick, blow after blow.

After a kick to the gut, he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

“Lyla” he groaned. “Where is y/n?”

He managed to roll over to the right, just as the Rhino rammed into the wall behind of where he just was.

“I called her again, telling her it was an emergency” Lyla answered.

He stood up, groaning, still clutching his middle. There was internal bleeding and external bleeding, everything was aching, he didn’t know how many more punches he could take.

He was feeling dizzy, his senses not there 100%.

Thanks to that, the vulture managed to surprise him. He flew right into him, grabbing his middle and smacking him into the wall.

Miguel’s body was pressed against the wall and the Vulture. Nowhere to go.

His mind was slipping in and out of consciousness. The pressure on his chest preventing him from breathing properly.

The vulture grabbed his head and smashed it into the wall, and he kept it there.

“Well, well, Spider-man” the vulture said. “No so unstoppable now, huh?” He laughed, throwing his head back.

“What are we gonna do with you?” the symbiote hissed.

From the corner of his left, swollen eye, he thought he had seen an object levitating, but given his condition, he was probably hallucinating.

“Please” he whimpered, too beat up to form more words.

“Pleading, already?” Rhino mocked him.

“You will be pleading once I am done with you all” you said, standing behind them. Jess and Peter B accompanying you.

Each one of you took a target, getting them away from Miguel. You grabbed the vulture’s wings and threw him back, making him let go of Miguel.

Miguel fell to the ground, breathing heavily, putting a hand to his chest.

You rushed to his side, checking for serious injuries, but not seeing any major one.

“Hand in there Migs” you whispered, rubbing his shoulder lightly. “Once we are done I am taking you to the infirmary of HQ, no complaining, ‘kay?” you said sternly, before kissing his cheek and running to get the job back.

Not long after you were gone, Miguel passed out.

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“I got him, I got him, thanks Jess” Miguel heard you say, and then he felt you placed him gently into a soft surface, presumably and infirmary bed.

Before slipping out of consciousness again, he heard some mumbling. Two people having a conversation, but he couldn’t make up the words. And then a meow. Was that a cat?.

Before he could give much thought to that, he passed out, yet again.

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Miguel opened his eyes slowly. A ray of sunshine hitting him straight in the face through the semi-open curtains. He squinted, trying to get used to the light and make sense of where he was.

He rubbed his eyes slowly, noticing cables attached to his hands.

The sound of the heart machine giving him an idea of where he was.

He threw his head back, hitting the pillow and sighed. He hated being on the hospital, he dreaded it.

Looking to the side, expecting to see you sitting on a chair, he was met with a surprising sight.

A cat. A CAT??

What the hell is a cat doing in here? he thought, the only cat being able to roam the society being Spider-cat.

He frowned, watching how the unfamiliar animal slept peacefully, unaware that the person beside him, didn’t like him.

Once he heard the door open, he snapped his head towards it.

There you were, beautiful as always. You were too focus on the food tray on your hands to notice Miguel’s gaze.

“Hola hermosa”. he said groggily. (Hi beautiful)

The shock almost made you drop everything. Miguel giggled at the sight.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, balancing the food on your hands.

You rushed to place the tray on the table, before gently approaching your boyfriend, not wanting to startle him.

“Hi baby” you whispered, gently caressing his face, avoiding the various little scars that adorned it.

Miguel grabbed your wrist, nestling his face harder into the palm of your hand.

“Mmm” he mumbled, still too weak to have a long conversation.

You giggled, his sleepiness reminding you of the morning before he turned into a cat.

“You were out for a day.” you informed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his messy pillow hair. You bent down, peppering the crown of his head with kisses, and then his other cheek. “Do you want food?” you asked

Miguel gently nodded into your hand, letting go of your wrist. His eyes fluttering open.

As you turned around, walking towards the tray, Miguel remembered the other living creature on the room.

“Whose cat is that?” he questioned.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Miguel saw you tense up, before quickly relaxing. You grabbed the tray of food, and turned.

Your gaze was fixated on the food on your hands, avoiding his. You looked guilty.

“Can you eat for yourself or you need help?” you mumbled, trying to change the conversation.

Miguel arched his eyebrow. “Don’t change the conversation darling. What’s the cat doing here?”

As in cue, the cat woke up, stretching his whole body on the chair.

You placed the tray on Miguel’s lap, before retracting your hands and playing with them, stretching the sleeves of your sweater.

“The food will get cold” you urged him.

Miguel kept looking at you, without breaking eye contact, while you were looking everywhere, except his eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the caught move. Miguel turned his head towards him, watching the cat leap from the chair and land beside your feet.

He groomed himself a little, before sitting on his back legs and meowing right at you. He did that for a couple of seconds. You were trying to resist the urge to pet him and grab him, but that would make Miguel know he was yours.

Cheese, as you called him, grew tired of you not paying attention to him, so he stood up and rubbed his whole body on your legs, headbutting you repeatedly.

“Well,” Miguel said smirking. “that answers the question.”

You groaned, covering your face.

“I’m sorry” you said through your hands.

“So this is why you took so long?” Miguel questioned crossing his arms over his chest, wincing in pain at the action.

“Be careful.” you warned, concern lasing your voice. “And NO! How could you say that?” you defended yourself.

You reached down, grabbing the orange cat. He purred instantly, nestling himself in your chest. Miguel could already feel jealousy bubbling on his own.

“I just,” you began explaining yourself, walking slowly towards Miguel’s bed. “when you called, I was fighting my own Rhino. I admit it took longer than I expected, and I apologize for that. I took you for granted, I am so so sorry, I thought you could handle whatever it was for a few more minutes by yourself.” You bent down and kissed Miguel’s lips, slowly, trying to pour all your love into it. You pulled away slowly, your head resting against his. “Perdón mi vida.” (Sorry my life)

“It’s okay” Miguel whispered back.

“MEOOOWW” the cat squealed, clearly not being happy being squished between you too.

Miguel frowned again. He suspected that this wasn’t going to be the last time the cat was going to interrupt a nice moment between him and his girlfriend.

And it wasn’t

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Despite Miguel’s complains, the cat stayed with you. You had explained how and where you had found him and how you were all he had in your world. Besides, you knew he couldn’t resist your puppy eyes, and you also reminded him of him agreeing back when he was a cat.

The only rule was that you couldn’t bring the cat to work, precisely, you couldn’t leave him alone with it.

Did you stick to your word? No, not at all. You honestly did what you pleased, and Miguel could only deal with it. To be honest, he would do and endure anything for you. How bad was dealing with a cat? There could be worse things.

Or that’s what he thought.

Cheese was a male orange cat, meaning, Miguel and him were constantly battling for your attention and affection. Again, for someone who claims he is not a cat… he sure acts like it when he needs to assert dominance.

For instance, there was a morning…

Miguel had stayed at your place, after you constantly begging him to take a break the night before. He gave in, not taking into account that that daemon was going to be accompanying you both.

With you, he was a saint. Always dropping on his back, exposing his fluffy stomach to you, begging you for pets, claiming all your undivided attention.

But once you left the room? The fight would begin. Miguel and him stared at each other, not breaking eye contact. Neither of them attempting to move, to cave in, to surrender.

“I brought food!” you sang, always smiling, unaware of the war taking place right in front of you.

Your two kitties snapped their heads towards you. Both jumping, standing on their feet to try to reach you first.

Thanks to his stature and long legs, Miguel managed to catch your attention first. He took his plate and that monsters food off your hands, placing his on the table beside him and the other quickly on the floor, before scoping you in his arms.

“Miguel!” you squealed, body flushed to his, arms wrapping around his neck.

Miguel swung you around, your feet not touching the ground. You giggled loudly, stomach hurting, throwing your head back.

Miguel took the opportunity to kiss your neck, producing even more happy sounds.

“Migss!” you laughed.

Your boyfriend stopped spinning around, and set you on your feet, giving you a tight hug. Your head on his chest and his on top of yours. Cheese was behind you, staring at the scene with an angry face.

Miguel noticed him and stuck his tongue out at him. Cheese bared his fangs in response, hissing. Miguel hissed back, also baring his fangs, clutching you harder.

“What was that?” you asked innocently.

“Nothing mi amor.” he answered quickly. (my love)

You squinted your eyes, being suspicious.

Cheese meowed behind you.

“He must not like his food” you said, trying to pull back from Miguel, but he pushed you against him harder.

“It is the same food from yesterday night.” he grumbled, clearly annoyed by the cat’s tactics to get your attention.

“Yes, but-”

“But nothing.” he cut you off. “He can eat by himself, while we enjoy our meal.”

You pouted, but accepted. You could sense someone was jealous. Even though you found it amusing, you knew not to push his buttons so harshly.

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There was other time where Cheese was ‘not feeling good’ according to your words. You had been at home all day, taking care of your little poor kitty, when Miguel called you due to an ‘emergency’.

As you didn’t want to leave Cheese alone, you took him to HQ, much to Miguel’s dismay. As the mission on required you (because it was fricking simple, Miguel was only jealous of Cheese and he wanted your company, yours alone, but clearly you didn’t take the hint, or you did, but liked to tease him), you left Cheese to Miguel and Lyla.

“I remember telling you last time that I am not a babysitter” the AI complained, crossing her arms and staring at you through the top of her glasses that laid on the bridge of her nose.

“I knooow” you whined. “But hey! You took care of Miguel last time, how hard can a real cat be?” you said, trying to sound convincing.

“You do have a point.” she replied, resting her chin in her fist, thinking.

“I was not difficult.” Miguel huffed.

“Debatable.” Lyla said. “And also, if you take into account that it was Miguel as a cat, I say I did take care of a cat.”

“I am not a cat!” Miguel snapped.

Both you and Lyla laughed.

“Please take care of him, both of you.” you said, pointing at both of them. “He is not feeling that well. I left a note with his cares just in case here” you finished, placing a bag on Miguel’s desk.

Miguel side-eyed it, not happy with taking care of his arch nemesis, but he knew you would be pissed at him if he didn’t, and that would be a win for the cat. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Okay” he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Thank you Migss” you squealed, kissing him on the cheek. “Bye Cheese” you waved to the cat before opening a portal and exiting.

Silenced consumed the room. Lyla, sensing the tension, disappeared.

Miguel made eye contact with Cheese. They both immerse in an intense battle.

“Are you even sick?” Miguel asked, clearly losing his mind. Why the hell am I talking to a cat? he thought.

Cheese simply meowed, and then proceeded to groom himself.

Miguel shocked his head, he was clearly exhausted and out of his mind if he thought the cat could talk about. But he knew it! The cat had you wrapped around his little paw, and he was losing your attention.

Okay, find, he was probably exaggerating. Was he jealous of the cat? Yes, sure. Would he ever admit it to you? Not a chance. Would he even admit that the main reason why he is jealous is not the fact that maybe your attention is not solely on him anymore, but the fact that he thinks you got a cat because you miss taking care of him when he was a cat? Absolutely not.

It was not long ago he admitted to himself that he missed being a cat, and that he was in fact a cat. How could he not? He didn’t have to work, he could sleep however, whenever and wherever he wanted, he didn’t need to cook. All he had to do was be cute and wait for your pets, and cuddle with you. And, he would admit, that he liked being carried by you.

He liked being taller than you, and stronger. He could pick you up like you were a feather. But being smaller than you gave him a sense of comfort and sleeping on top of you, without crashing you, was amazing.

So yes, he was jealous of the cat because he could do all those things, and here he was, sitting on a chair, staring at screen flashing warning signs of anomalies, while fricking Cheese is sleeping on the floor, like nothing matters. The cat hadn’t shown any sign of being sick, he was an actor. They should give him an Oscar for this. But two could play that game.

In a blink of an eye, you were back at HQ. You made a quick stop in the cages to drop the anomaly off. You couldn’t believe Miguel called you for this. That was the emergency? Mayday could have catch this thing in a second. If you were ripped out of your house, at least you expected a good fight, that this one barely tickled you.

You sighed, entering Miguel’s office now. You barely made a sound, but thanks to Miguel’s heightened senses and training, he knew you were coming. Let the show begin he thought.

Miguel slumped over his desk, face down, arms covering it. He sighed loudly, trying to catch your attention before it was diverted to the cat laying a few meters away from him on the floor.

“I’m back Migs.” you said, approaching Miguel.

He simply sighed again, moving his whole body to accentuate his ‘fatigue’.

You frowned, not expecting to see your boyfriend like this. You left basically five minutes ago and he was fine.

“What’s wrong mi amor?” (my love) you said, gently rubbing circles on his shoulder.

Miguel simply groaned.

“You weren’t like this when I left.” you continued.

“Mmm” he simply replied.

Lyla appeared without making any sound, trying not to alert Miguel. She called your attention and once you looked up towards her and the screens, she wrote: ‘He is pretending, and so is your cat’

“What?” you mouthed.

Lyla simple shrugged and disappeared, leaving you with two ‘sick cats’.

What the hell? you thought. Why would they pretend to be… oh

It dawned on you. This two stupid kitties. From Cheese you could understand, he was merely a cat, but Miguel? Your silly grumpy boyfriend. You laughed to yourself. They want to pretend? Let’s see how amazing actors they are you thought.

“Are you sick Miggy?” you cooed at your boyfriend, bending down a little to be at eye level with him.

Miguel turned his head towards you, his cheek resting against his arm, squishing his face. He pouted.

“Mmm” he replied.

“Oh poor Miggy” you said, mirroring his pout. “Why don’t I take you and Cheese how, so I can cuddle you both and make you feel better.” you pecked Miguel’s cheek.

As you were pulling back, you saw in the corner of your eye how Miguel’s facade fell for a second, frowning. Clearly he wanted your attention completely, he didn’t count on sharing it with the cat.

He regained his pouty face, giving you puss in boots eyes. (is this even the equivalent to puppy eyes?? I didn’t want to put puppy eyes giving the fact that Miguel is a cat hahahaha)

He sniffed, ‘aggravating’ his state.

“Okay” he mumbled, clearly, he couldn’t tell you the cat was faking without blowing his cover.

“Okay” you whispered back, rubbing circles on his back. “Why don’t you take Cheese to my apartment, I’ll meet you there in a few.”

“I don’t know if I am strong enough” Miguel mumbled, trying to convince you to take him.

“Migs” you sighed straightening up. “I know you are feeling a little under the weather, but we can’t live the multiverse unattended, can we?” you questioned, resting your hands in your hips.

Shit, you are right Miguel thought.

“Maybe you are a little sicker than I thought if the multiverse isn’t on your mind” you smirked for a second, making Miguel frown. Where you catching on him?

“You go to my apartment, take Cheese. Leave the bag, I’ll take it later. I am going to look for Jess, and then I go” You pecked his cheek and off you were, sprinting out of the office.

Miguel huffed, he clearly didn’t think this plan through. He sat back on his chair, running his fingers throw his hair. Maybe this was going to be more difficult than he thought.

He lulled his head to the right, where the cat was still sleeping, unaware of what had just happened. Miguel sighed, knowing he had to pick up this monster, and that it wasn’t going to be happy about it. He wasn’t either.

He stood up and walked towards Cheese. Bending down, he stroke his fur, maybe a friendly approach would save him from scratches. Cheese purr a little, not knowing who was petting him. Even though Miguel didn’t really like him, he had to admit he was friendly, always asking everyone for pets.

Slowly, Cheese opened his eyes. As soon as they laid on Miguel he meowed loudly and jumped in the air, getting away from Miguel. Cheese hissed, his tail up and rigid.

“Hey!” Miguel said loudly, putting his hands up in defense. “I know you don’t like me, I don’t either. I don’t know if you understand, but your mama told me to take you home. If she walks through that door,” he pointed to his office’s door. “and sees us here, she’ll know we are full of bullshit, because you know and I know you aren’t sick. So quit being a pain in the ass and let me grab you.”

Cheese stood in his place, as did Miguel, both of them as statues, observing each other. Seconds went by, and Cheese relaxed. Maybe he does understand Miguel thought.

The cat walked carefully towards Miguel. Miguel bent down and picked him up, making Cheese meow loudly.

Once Miguel placed him in his arms, Cheese took his claws out, scratching Miguel a little.

“Ay mierda” he exclaimed. “Hey! Claws in, you don’t want me to take mine out” (Ay shit)

Cheese hissed at him, baring his fangs. Miguel did the same. Both stared at each other.

They could have stayed liked that for hours, but they were snapped of their state when they both heard your voice approaching, accompanied by someone else.

Miguel rushed to open a portal to your dimension and barely made it through when you entered the office. He could hear you talking and laughing with Jess, but he didn’t stay to not rise suspicions. He closed the portal and waited.

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Meanwhile…

Jess laughed, grabbing her sides.

“Miguel is pretending to be sick?” she laughed, using her finger to take the tears out of her eye.

“I knoww” you said. “And my cat too. They are both so silly”

“It looks like they are competing for your attention”

You rolled your eyes. “It does look like it. I can understand it from Cheese. But Miguel could talk to me.”

“You know his forte isn’t opening up. You are lucky he told you he loved you.”

“Hey!! He has love in his heart. He just, he suffered a lot.” you pouted.

“I know, I know. I am messing with ya. But you should let him know that it is okay to be vulnerable sometimes. That is what partners are for. If we don’t trust them with our feelings, who then?” Jess explained.

“Yeah, you are right. After a mess with them a little I’ll tell him.”

“Good.”

“Thanks for this Jess. Promise I’ll make it up to you.” you said, going in for a hug.

“No problem girl.” she hugged you back, rubbing your back.

“Well, byeee.” you said, pulling back and opening a portal.

“Bye!” Jess said, waving at you.

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Back at your apartment, Miguel decided to wait for you in your bed. He left Cheese on his bed, both of them not wanting to be nowhere near each other if not necessary.

You appeared from a portal, giving Miguel just the right seconds to get back into character. He covered his head with an arm, blocking the light.

“Ohh Migs. Still feeling bad?” you cooed, sitting next to him on the bed and rubbing his chest gently.

Miguel nodded.

“Do you want food?”

Miguel nodded again.

“Okay”

Miguel felt the bed move when you stood up and heard the shuffle of your feet walking away.

You stopped right in front of Cheese’s bed and dropped to the floor.

“How is my little baby” you said pouting, scoping Cheese gently and petting him.

Cheese meowed and headbutted you.

“You want cuddles huh?” you smirked, looking back at Miguel, checking if he was listening. “What do you say if I take you to the kitchen and we cook Papa’s food together?” you kissed the top of his head.

Miguel groaned behind you.

“You are his Papa, whether you like him or not.” you explained, talking to Miguel.

Miguel groaned again, this time not only because of what you said, but because you were going to cuddle with Cheese while he had to pretend to be sick. This plan was biting him in the ass.

You stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the room to not disturb Miguel.

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After an hour or so, you finished Miguel’s soup. If you were being honest, you didn’t cuddle Cheese at all, it is difficult to cook with a cat in your arms. Besides, you called his bullshit. You knew he was a smart cat, and really cuddly, so little did you know he could pull a stunt like this.

But, to continue to tease Miguel a little further, you placed Cheese on your shoulders and tried to balance him and the tray of food in your hands. You walked towards your bedroom slowly, for one, to not drop the food and two to see if you could catch Miguel red handed, which would be unlikely, he could hear everything.

Opening the door was a real challenge. Once you were able to do so, you peeked your head through. Miguel was spread out on the bed over his stomach, snoring lightly. You pouted. Maybe he wasn’t really sick, but he was for sure tired.

You opened the door further. You walked into the room trying to not make any noise. Cheese jumped off your shoulder and landed carefully on the floor, next to his bed. You walked further and placed the tray on the table next to your bed, giving your back to Miguel.

“Baby?” Miguel said groggily.

Your turned around startled.

“Migs” you whispered, moving towards him. “Did I wake you up?”

Miguel shook his head, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, pouting.

You sat on the bed slowly, stroking his back.

“Do you want to eat?” you asked.

He shook his head again.

“I have to tell you something” he began, avoiding your eyes. “I-” he closed his mouth, he couldn’t find the words. He didn’t want to admit what he had done.

You giggled before kissing his cheek and then shoulder.

“It’s okay Migs, I know”

“You know?” he said, opening his eyes.

“Yeah, I had my suspicions, but then Lyla confirmed them.”

“Lyla” Miguel groaned, planting his face back on the pillow.

You laughed. He was such a baby. You ran your fingers through his messy curls, massaging his scalp. You stood up, making him turn his head towards you. You pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with him.

“You know,” you began, using your thumb to move the hair out of his face. “you don’t have to pretend to be sick to have my attention.”

Miguel looked down, avoiding your eyes.

“Hey” you whispered, putting a finger under his chin so he would look at you. “I’m sorry if you feel like I am not paying enough attention to you. I know I have been a lot with Cheese, and I am sorry.” you kissed his forehead, moving your hands to play with the hairs on the back of his head and resting your forehead in his. “But you have to tell me how you feel too, si amor?” (yes love?)

He nodded, gently nestling his nose with yours. You smiled.

“I’m sorry for calling you up for an emergency when there wasn’t any and for pretending to be sick” he said.

“It’s okay.” you mumbled, beginning to feel sleepy. “It serves as an excuse to rest for a day, and you too mister. You aren’t going to HQ again.”

Miguel smiled. “I wasn’t planning to.”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes. You smiled at Miguel and rubbed behind his ears and under his chin. Maybe it was your sleepy state, but it seemed like he liked it and you thought you heard him purr.

At last, Miguel moved to rest on top of you, his head on your chest. You played with his hair, listening to his breathing, luring you to sleep. Cheese jumped on the bed and climbed on top of Miguel’s back, loafing up and closing his eyes.

With one hand you stroked Cheese and with the other you played with Miguel’s hair.

In the end, both your kitties were happy.

THE END or is it??

<< Part 2 <Masterlist> Bonus >>

I honestly love how this mini series turned out. Given that I couldn't put some dialogue I wanted in this, maybe I'll edit it later, and then repost it hahahaha. Anyway, hope you liked it!!! If you want to be tagged in the bonuses or you have requests about this "series' universe" if you'll like to call it that haha, let me know!!! I am happy to write more about this.

I honestly feel like every story I write is in a different universe, or well, that's what I think. So this is the kitty universe hahaha

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Notes: He wants to make this right for the both of you.

CW: Smut, passionate make-up sex, PinV, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

Art was done by @//cucduaohara on Twitter

Chapter 25: I Just Can't Say I Don't Love You, 'Cause I Love You

Word count: 10.4K

He was doing this. After all this time, after all the bullshit he threw at you, he was going to do this.

He made sure to shower heavily. To wash away all the grime and filth that was caked on. Even though he knew he couldn't technically get rid of all of his doings, he could start fresh somewhere. Harmonic vocals from Selena weaved their way into the bathroom to help him even more. This was one of the first gifts you ever gave—the day you gave him that chance to blossom and unbound those chains of trepidation, anger, and so much more. 

Putting on jeans, a plain shirt, and a light jacket, he inspected himself in the mirror and brushed his hair back before backing away from it.

He checked the time and date and realized it was your off day. It was late in the evening, but not too late, so there was still a chance you were up and moving around.

Opening up the door, he made sure the coast was clear and made his way towards the back entrance, when a voice stopped him in his tracks. Quite annoyed, he flicked his head back when his eyes widened at the acquainted figure in front.

“Still sneaking around like a teen, huh?” Jess's arms were folded as she sized up her now-ex-boss.

Miguel was ready to make a snappy remark when he held his tongue. There was tautness; oxygen wasn't reaching Miguel, as he didn't know what to exactly say besides his crude comment. Well, that was a lie; he had plenty to tell her; he just didn't know where to precisely start.

So he made do with the best thing he considered to be the right step.

“I'm sorry, Jess... I'm really sorry.”

“Oh, I know. Shocked to hear it come out so easily from you.” Her snide voice wasn't even holding back, and her icy stare wanted to wipe away, but she felt no point.

Neither one spoke a single phrase, not a single word. No sounds, besides breathing and the occasional spider-people shouting or swinging by. Miguel, filled with distraught, fights for the next string of ways to verbally express himself and what he's done when Jess decides to open her mouth.

“You know, Miguel, I do see good in you. I really do, but sometimes I see something more that isn't good.” She uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hips. “I won't go too much into it, as it seems you have somewhere to be. Common courtesy.”

He bowed his head for her to continue.

“You need help. You need to be the one to get it, because, my lord, you put us through hell and back.”

“I know, and I know sorry isn't much, but I want it to be a step on the right path.”

“Hm, you're certainly right about that.” She clicked her tongue, but held back and heard him out.

“And I'm not asking for this huge redemption—”

“Don't worry, there isn't going to be a giant pity part-”

“Jess…” 

There was a strain in his throat, so she pursed her lips and stuck her mocking thoughts to the side.

“I just… I want to try and reverse all the damage I caused to you all. I want to reconnect and change for a future that I seemingly am allowed to have.” He stared down at his talons, jutting in and out, before closing his claws into tight fists. “I need to fix all of this.”

Jess did feel the authentication behind what he was saying and rubbed her temples. “You can't reverse all damages. It's like trying to replicate a destroyed house that's been lived in for years. You can't make it look like a one-on-one scale of the original, but you can strive to try and rebuild as much as possible. Salvage it and give more to it than what was there before.”

Miguel creased his eyebrows together, trying to understand, when Jess shook her head.

“Don't try to think too hard about it. I'm willing to rebuild, but I know there's going to be things that are different.” A smirk appeared. “I don't fully accept your apology; I'm more of an ‘action speaks louder than words’ type of woman, and I'm sure you can attest to that.”

A smirk was on his face as well. “You're going to be a great leader.” 

“Oh, I know. You didn't have to remind me.” Both of their smiles grew. “Thanks.”

“Of course… And by the way, congratulations on your new son. How did the pregnancy go? How are you doing?”

She could feel her face lift even more. “It went well, thank you. Nothing that a spider can't handle.”

“Physically, yeah, but mentally?” He pointed to his head before awkwardly lowering it back down.

Her eyes squinted, but her smile never faltered. “Where are you headed?” Even though she had a sneaky suspicion about who he may be trying to see.

“I'm going to go and fix—uh, make amends—yeah. I'm going to try and make amends with someone who really needs it. I'm not saying that you all don't deserve it. I mean, you know—”

“No, I get it. She definitely needs it.” Jess held her hand up and grinned. “I wish you two nothing but the best. Good luck. You're going to need all of it.”

“Thank you, Jessica.” Miguel gave a mock salute, and she gladly returned it.

She felt much better, a warm sense as she watched her former boss go down that hall into a new light that he's finally able to see.

“About time.” She snickered and headed back when she heard her name being called.

Miguel placed his sunglasses on and stared up at the skies. Still bright, but it's wanting to turn in for the day. Strolling down the surprisingly simmered-down streets of Nueva, he began to ponder what to precisely say to you when he got to your place.

Does he go for a methodical structure, or does he completely wing it? Things such as this should come from the heart, and that's all he wants to give, but he also doesn't want to hurt you anymore and screw you both over.

His mind wouldn't stop. He needed this to be perfect—as perfect as it could possibly get.

The heart versus the mind. Or would they both come into play? He weighed the options when he came to a halt.

There was no time for a pit stop, but he was transfixed by the scene. The grounds that brought all of this into light. 

He strayed over to the park, nearly wandering in before reeling himself back and tapping his forehead. “Ahí no es donde vas. Don't get distracted.”

Meandering down the sidewalk, he rehearsed everything that he was going to start with. An apology—an authentic one. He shook his head. Would that seem too forced? It wouldn't come off as indecent; he thought that it shouldn't. Would gifts be appropriate, or would you have considered that too much of a gimmick and insincere?

His brain began to diverge into many branches. Was he looking too hard into this? How can Peter and others do this with ease? Is there something that he's doing wrong? His feet unknowingly picked up the pace as he descended into this rabbit hole of doubts.

He knows he has to do it; he needs to do it. Then why is he so scared to go forth? 

He froze.

He turned to his left and saw deflated or popped balloons laying on the ground, the strings tied to a stair metal handrail. 

Miguel craned his neck up when the recognizable was staring right back down at him. It's been too long since he's been, but he oddly felt right at home. Staggering in and up to the elevator, he pressed the button and watched as the yellow flash trickled to each number.

5… 4… 3…

There was a tug on his lips as he recalled the time he took you on that date to the lounge. The heightened anticipation when you both stumbled in, attacking each other in a sensual manner.

Or when you did your best to keep him steady the first night you both met.

Blinking himself out of a daze when the elevator doors began to close, he hastily stuck his arm out and strolled in, pushing the button to your floor and leaning his back against the wall.

His heart was pumping, his nerves were skyrocketing, and he was ready to see you again. Ready to face the challenges ahead, ready to go through it all with you. The sounds indicating that the elevator stopped were the point of no turning back, and he will happily continue to move forward.

He made his way to your place. Flowers would've been appropriate, but there was no time to hesitate when that wooden barrier was in front of him. Swallowing a giant air bubble, he brought his fist up to it and carefully knocked on it. Standing to his full height, he moved his hands behind his back and tapped his foot for a bit.

A minute passed, and there was still no answer. You were probably using the bathroom, so he once again rapped against the door and patiently waited for a response.

Another minute went by, and there was not a single sound.

Nearly breaking out into a cold sweat, Miguel settled his ear on the door and attentively listened out for any noises of danger, your footsteps, anything. You could have peeked into the peephole and saw what it was, and now you're pretending that you aren't home. He would accept that if that were the case. But from what his hearing was picking up, or wasn't, it didn't seem like that was a plausible choice.

Moving away, his mind began to race. You usually don't step out on your days off, but you're an adult who can do whatever you want, and you value a sense of routine.

You could've gone for groceries or a walk around the neighborhood. Checking the clock on his watch, your workplace was still open. Ronnie perhaps could have called you into work. He remembers you saying that it's very rare for her to do something like that, but today might be different.

Not bothering to use the lift, Miguel darted towards the stairwell, jumping over a few steps. Dashing right out of the entrance, gaining a few bewildered stares from passersby, he hurtled in the direction of the antique store.

You had to be there; that's what he kept convincing himself. You weren't in any sort of trouble; you were needed at work because Ronnie requested extra hands. That's one of the most reasonable and logical explanations. That's the one he repeated in an attempt to cool his nerves.

In the distance, the shop was approaching closer in view. He knew he had to deal with your employer, but he would gladly accept the beating. 

Bursting through the door, Miguel frantically began his search for you. Ronnie was startled by the suddenness but kept a strong act to not give it away.

“Ronnie, where is she?” He was peering in the back for any sign.

“You have a lot of fucking nerves showing your face here.” She refused to even glance his way as she scrolled through her tablet. 

“I'm sure you're aware, but I give a two-count warning for someone to leave my establishment.” She stacked some books and placed the device underneath the counter. “That was one.”

“Ronnie, please listen. I-I know, I fucked up—I fucked up immensely. Please just tell me where she is so I can fix this. So I can make everything right.”

“I told you to take care of my girl. Now, she's a strong woman who can manage, but damn it, I have never seen her like this. She shouldn't exist? Are you fucking kidding me, my guy?” Her left hand was still hidden under. “Maybe it should be the other way around.”

Miguel winced at the words that he threw at you to be slapped right back. “I know, but if you please listen–”

“Should I even bother to mention how you fucked her, proceeded to act like she didn't exist, then broke up with her knowing she had work the next morning?” She yanked her bat out and aimed it right at Miguel. “Cute guys like you always have to have this bad rep, huh?”

Miguel put his hands up but kept his stance. He doesn't blame her for wanting to knock his lights out. “I know. I got my days mixed up when I made that idiotic choice. I shouldn't have done any of that to begin with; I should have been honest with my feelings. That's something I realize I need to work on.”

“You have a lot more than just feelings to deal with, man.” Ronnie's showdown wasn't letting up as she jabbed the aluminum weapon at his chest. “Now get out of my store; you know I'm not afraid to use this.” Her tone held every arctic bite to it.

Miguel closed his eyes and began to lower his body. Ronnie was taken aback as her eyebrows raised at this random display that he was doing. Not moving the bat from her position, Miguel was on his knees, hands by his head.

“What the heck, Miguel? Look, if you don't leave my store—”

“Please… I beg you to please hear me out. Tell me where she is.” His voice cracked as Ronnie's dead gaze wasn't helping. “Por favor…”

She tapped on the surface with her free hand and sucked in her teeth. Replacing the bat with the tablet, a holoscreen popped up into the air with a timer.

“You got one minute. Starting now.”

Miguel looked at the numbers going down, only to receive a grunt from your boss. “You're only getting this time. I'm not restarting.”

He simply nodded. “I love her, Ronnie. I'm in love with her. I was a coward who hurt the main person I should have never hurt to begin with. I am in love with her. I'm so terrified to face things that I kept myself trapped, but as time progressed with her, I unknowingly didn't realize she was helping me escape those perils bit by bit–”

“Fifteen seconds.”

“And I want to do right for her—I want to fix this. I need to fix this. Please, Ronnie, please tell me where she is so I can be the one to make this better.”

Beeping went off.

“Time's up.” Ronnie turned off the clock and pushed her device to the side, her expression unreadable.

Miguel's entire body drooped. From head to toe, he sulked back onto his feet and turned to make his way to the exit. Maybe he didn't deserve you. Maybe Ronnie saw something so disgusting that even he couldn't see it.

“The last thing she texted me was that she was going to the park.”

He nearly tripped; he was halfway to the door before whipping back over to Ronnie. “Wh-what?”

“She texted me nearly forty-five minutes ago that she was going to park when I checked in on her. I don't know if she's still there, but that's the last location I know.”

“Is that—that's where she is?” He was hovering close to the counter.

“I didn't stutter. She's at the park; she could possibly still be there, so you better start gunning your way over.” Ronnie smoothly spun her bat back into its rightful spot.

Miguel's initial dread lifted off as hope immediately replaced it. “I- Ronnie, gracias. Te debo mucho… I–can you tell her to stay where she is and that I'm headed that way?”

“Nope.”

He jumped a bit at that. “No? ¿Qué diablos? ¿Qué quieres decir con no?!” His face was scrunched, his hands forming back into fists, puncturing his skin to keep himself from striking the table.

“You heard me, pretty boy. Go out there and find her. This is between you two; you're both adults, so talk it out like adults.” She calmly moved things around when she sighed out due to Miguel's towering, persistent presence.

“Look, I know you love her. It's no secret, but I'm not going to come in the middle and alert her that you're coming, because it should be up to her to decide whether she wants to let you in or not.” She watched as he cooled himself down and steered a few inches away. “How she reacts upon seeing a surprise visit from you will give you what you need.”

“That seems unnecessarily spontaneous.”

“That's how you see it. But sometimes you gotta go for it.”

It is true. At the end of the day, it's your choice if things will carry on. And he's compliant with respecting your decisions, even if the outcome won't be in his favor.

“I guess I have no choice. Thanks, Ronnie. If things go well, I hope to see you more as well.” He was ready to head out when one more thing pulled him back. “Why did you tell me?”

“You were begging on your knees, and as much as I enjoy seeing a hunky beast of a man like you down there, it was for the wrong person.”

A hint of a smirk almost crossed Miguel's lips. “Never change, Ronnie.” And with a wave of her hand, Miguel was once again out in the summer's heat and breezy nature.

Shaking her head, she moved to the back and laughed. “Man, love makes you do some weird ass stuff. Dude is intense as hell.”

If he swung his way to the park, he could hopefully catch you before you left. He knew he should've gone to the park from the start. But it doesn't matter; he knows where you are, and that's the most important thing.

Suiting up in an alley, he clawed and leapt from different buildings when the lush greenery was in plain sight; it was empty, so there was no hassle when he materialized out and sped in. He knew the first place to check, still keeping an eye out in case you were strolling about.

When he came up to the center of the walkway, he looked at the bench in front, then whirled to the other. There was not a single trace of you in sight.

“No me hagas esto. Where did she go now?” If he had to scour and tear apart the entire city, there was not one hesitant bone in his body. 

Thankfully, your place wasn't that far, so he raced back to try there one more time. Using long strides, he was almost at your place when he noticed two balloons floating perfectly in the window of a small store. A crescent moon and a star.

He thought back to the idea of giving a gift, especially during an urgent time such as this, but there was something hounding him to get it. Growling out, he rushed in, snatched the two balloons, and slammed his card on the conveyor belt, spooking the young worker.

“Uh, those are for display–”

“Just... take the card.”

With the balloons in hand and as fast as his legs could carry him, he found himself in front of the complex. Side-eyeing the stairwell, he trudged over and tied the moon and star on the tidy and clean rail.

He knew you were home.

Taking the stairs instead of the elevator, he practiced everything that he was going to say to you. He had to get this right; he couldn't lose you, and he didn't want to. Yet when he stood there again, knowing you were behind that locked threshold, it all went seemingly out of the window. Off the tallest structure in the entire multiverse.

With Ronnie's words still strumming high, his jittery hand knocked on the door, his breath held in with the unease of the unknown.

You lifted a brow and glanced at your phone to see if you had any missed messages. You weren't expecting anyone, and Ronnie didn't mention anything about visiting you, so you had no idea who it was. 

The landlord? Maintenance? But nothing needed fixing? A neighbor requesting sugar? You inspected the peephole, and your heart nearly exploded out.

He was the last person you intended to have at your door, but there he was.

You weren't ready to face him—far from it. You could act like you're not home, but with his hearing, he might be able to hear your blood rushing through your veins.

You weren't ready. You simply weren't.

“Miguel? What… I- what are you doing here?” It's funny how your body always seems to betray your mind. 

“May I come in?” 

Words, phrases, sentences—all of it was stuck in your throat, stubbornly refusing to lodge their way out. You pushed the door in some way, so only your head and part of your torso could be seen.

“I-I—” You didn't know what to do. You wanted to make the right choice, and you have two clear-cut options.

Either you tell him to screw off and then ruthlessly shut the door on him.

Or you fight for you both and figure out what else lies more between, because deep down, you knew that there was more to this. There was more that needed to be broken down.

Your eyes stared at the floor before opening up all the way.

Miguel's muscles clenched and tightened. Feeling the strain coursing through him and what was in the air was killing him. He removed his sunglasses, placing them in his pockets, and his shoes, jutting them out on the bottom rack, so if things were to go south even more, he would be gone again, and maybe for good.

It's funny how the curtain call still held remnants of the show behind it.

“Sorry for the mess; I didn't know I would have somebody over.” You picked up some empty water bottles, dirty dishes, and clothes, sticking them where they belong.

“No, it's okay. I shouldn't have sprung up on you like this.”

“But you did, so... here we are.” Placing a few bowls in the sink, you hobbled over to the couch and sat your bottom on the less plump cushion. Miguel decided to stand right in the center, bottled up, not clearly knowing what he should do.

“Peter says hello, by the way. That Mayday wants to hang out with you again.” 

“I'm glad she enjoyed my company and wanted to see me again.”

“She wasn't the only one.” The air felt heavier. 

You both gazed around your place, scared to look at one another. Not much has changed; maybe a few added knickknacks, but the overall coziness was the same. He missed this. Continuing to scan over, his eyes jumped open a slight bit at a familiar blooming vase of flowers settled on the dining room table.

“You—you still have them?” He nodded over to the healthy tulips and daisies. Some of the petals may have fallen off, but they were still trying their best to push on.

“Hm? Oh yeah. I still want to see them flourish. I didn't see a point in having them wither alongside me; they should have the right to grow and have a radiant life for themselves.”

There was that gentleness. It seemed to have never fizzled in you.

God, he missed you.

His maroon eyes are on your body, taking in every part of you. You are beautiful—a fine painting, the moon in the endless sky, the prettiest flower in the garden. You are so gentle, bringing pure serendipity into his life.

He needed to break from this to get to you.

One strand goes down.

Before he even got to say anything, your words finally found where they needed to go.

“You hurt me, Miguel.”

There was a sting to that. A desolate tone that melded in with the sharpness.

“You really… hurt me.” You scooted to the edge of the couch, arms crossed, leering at him.

With a deep breath, he clutched on to that strength. “I know, and I'm sorry. I–” he still didn't know what to say. “I ruin everything that falls victim to me. I need—have—had to make sure things didn't go off the rails, but that's all I'm good at. I'm only good at hurting people.”

“There! Right there! You say you hurt people, but do you know why? Why do you think you hurt the ones around you?” There was no easing into this, but after being ignored for so long, the patience you held had worn thin. Once again, like last time, you let your mouth run free.

Miguel gulped, but pressed on. “Because I'm... because I–I don't want others to make mistakes, so I have to fix them, but when I try to fix them, they get worse. That's how this cycle goes. Because that's what I'm good at: ruining others.”

“You take things at face value, and all the aspects around you that you self-inflict cause the trouble to bubble over more.” You stood up and took a couple steps toward him. “You take that one thing that goes wrong, and you seem to run from it!”

“I'm selfish, mi… mi Luna. I'm truly selfish.” Miguel paces unevenly in your living room.

The air was unsettling. It was an awkward discussion that sat heavy on you both, but you had to persevere.

“Fine, let's deal that hand then.” You folded your hands as if you were playing a card game. “I'm seeing something different.”

Miguel went to lean in, a bit curious, but you swiftly placed your arms to the sides.

“Self-destruction.” You firmly stood as tall as you could go. “Self-destruction is what it is. When you hurt yourself, you hurt the ones around you, whether it be intentional or not.” You comb your hands through your hair to help keep yourself tranquil. “Does that make you selfish? No! Maybe not in your case. Yes, they may come off that way because you try to take a hold on every little thing.”

Miguel's heavy brows lowered. He is selfish, as he kept so much from you, hid the canonical events, and blamed you because he believed this world was going to end. He selfishly left you out of the loop, all because he believed it would've kept you safe.

“Tell me.”

He snapped back from the endless zone he had sucked himself into. “What?”

“Tell me what you're thinking. Be honest with me, Miguel. Speak your mind.”

Those eyes pleaded with an intense determination. You want to be there for him, you want to understand, and you want him to let you see what lies behind those cracks.

“No, I am selfish. I kept so much from you so you wouldn't get hurt. I didn't want you to be in any sort of crossfire where so much pain would be thrown at you.”

You threw your hands up in aggravation. “But it happened anyway. It. Happened. Anyways. You bring yourself down so much that it affects others. It's like you're a burning building.”

“I don't think I—”

“If a fire isn't controlled or contained, it starts to spread, destroying everything in its path. Does it know that it's doing it? No. It only knows to keep going until it reaches a barrier that will eventually stop it. But that's the thing: it leaves so much harm and havoc that it doesn't realize the full effect it has until it's too late. And that's what happened, Miguel.

“Your need to handle everything damages you, and you end up bottling up so much that people will start to wonder what truly started the fire. I've been down roads like that, and they aren't fun.” You didn't realize your shoulders were heavily moving up and down, but you went on. “You don't know how many people are truly damaged until your destruction is done.

“You're able to tick so easily. The moment something goes wrong, you go into a spiral of an internal war rampage, afraid for things to fall apart again. It's scary when you can't have that control over things; it does make one feel hopeless, so one will do anything to have that charge and that power for themselves.

“And that's what you did. Usually people go for their hair and cut it, not telling a person they shouldn't exist, that they're the cause of things going wrong, and that the entire world is ending.” You bit your inner cheek before sadly chuckling. “You know what? People probably have done both.”

You collapsed back on the sofa, stunned by how much you had kept locked away after all that time. Your heart was going a million miles per hour, and your brain, your being, felt exhausted.

He took in every word. Many did see him as this unstoppable force, this terrifying being that never ceased. Hell, even when he went after Miles, he couldn't stop before it was too late. There were heaps of mayhem left in his paths, but he was only doing it because he instilled that it was the right thing to do.

“I'm so sorry. I–I'm so scared of these things slipping out of my hands. Afraid of things not going accordingly due to what I've seen.”

“And you don't want to go through those again, and I completely understand. You simply can't go around and mow others down or force them into these cages you built.”

Miguel flinched when he thought back to how he strictly wanted to force Miles into a cage that he had created.

“Mi Luna.”

“I really tried, Miguel. I really did.” Your eyes met for a split second before you both turned away. “I know you saw them. You saw me reaching out for you. I only wanted one; a single ‘I'm okay,’ would have been enough.”

You tried to be strong, but the emotions won. Streaks of tears dripped down, and you quickly wiped them away. “You face these things alone; you manifest these high walls and towers, and you proceed to hide behind them, and you just—” you shuddered, trying to keep yourself level-headed to the highest degree. “You ignore the ones around you. You place an abundance of pressure and expectations on yourself that, when it comes down, you go distant.

“You distanced yourself before you broke up with me. You distanced yourself when you saw me at the park that you decided to go to. When we were supposed to naturally let the conversations die down, you acted like I didn't exist or tried to rush for it. When I saw you jump from your corporate tower, chasing after somebody, you proceeded to ignore me when all I wanted to do was make sure that the person I love was safe and sound.”

You sucked in a sudden gust of air and held your breath. You brought yourself back down, meditating  your mind, but it was the hardest thing as your teardrops fell on the floor. When did you stand back up?

His knees were ready to give out. Your soft chanting of “in and out” was the only sound surrounding you two. His gaze landed on yours; he eyed your weeping stature, and it was killing him. You were trying so hard to be strong. You held on with so much strength and compassion for him that he was too petrified.

He was so scared that he was incapable of this. He was so scared that it was all going to go away, but it didn't.

It never fucking left. It was here the whole time. This love, this gentleness—you were here. He was here. 

He was in love.

He is in love.

“Oh… oh, mi Luna. Ay, qué he hecho? Oh Dios, ¿qué he hecho? ¿Qué no he hecho?”

His legs gave out as he buckled on the floor. “Mi Luna... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I–”

Was being tough the right thing to do? Holding it all in so you wouldn't have to be worried or in pain, that he wouldn't have to face these demons again?

Then he tipped his head up to you.

“I envy them.”

You didn't speak; you felt like it wasn't the right moment.

“Like you, I envy them so much.” His unsheathed finger was shakingly pointed at the vase. “They aren't afraid. They are never afraid to show when they need help. They never run; they may try to shrivel, but they know that there is someone there who is wanting to give them the love they deserve.”

He began to walk on his knees. “They know there is someone who is there to watch them and see them at their full potential because of that love.”

You stood frozen in place as he got closer. “All they want to do is watch them grow and fight through it all.” He was right in front of you, his hands on the floor, his face looking dead at you. “Mi Luna. All I did was wilt. All I did was let my petals and color fade away because I believed that I didn't deserve that love again. That I wasn't allowed or capable to do it once more.”

His eyes felt watery. “But damn it, mi Luna, I… I was wrong. I was wrong about how I saw this. How I saw us.” His drops of rain joined yours. “I was wrong…”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into the curve of your stomach as he cried out.

“I was wrong. Damn it, mi Luna. I was wrong about everything.” His sobs grew and grew. “About the canon, the multiverse—everything!”

“Miguel,” your hands hesitantly went for the top of his head as you started to slowly brush his hair back. Soft whimpers escaped alongside him.

“You are the one I want. From the moment we got close, I was so scared to lose you. To lose the one I love once more.” He coughed, but went on. ”I let my instincts get the better of me, a-and I caused you so much grief.”

“Miguel…” 

“The canon didn't... It doesn't predetermine our lives. It never did. I was so sure I—”

Your shirt grew damper as Miguel's cries rang deeply. His talons clasped at you, but you didn't care about the pricking pain.

“It's okay; let it out. Don't hold it in.” You heaved greatly, stroking his hair some more. “It's okay to say what you have to say.”

Several strings popped in unison.

“I love you, mi Luna.” He pulled you closer. “I love you! I was so frightened to say it because I thought if I did, the world would disappear into nothingness.”

His burning red eyes met yours. “It was never you. It was me. I couldn't risk it all again. I couldn't risk losing another.” The showers of droplets refused to end. “But I was too stupid to realize that my actions did everything and so much more.”

You were locked in place. You were left speechless, feeling the quivers as your body and mind felt his raw emotions. Your own legs wanted to stumble down as well, but you planted your feet on the floor and hugged him. You hugged him as his muffled cries managed to sprout even bigger, but that's what he needed and what you both needed.

To let it out.

To let all that you both have packed and tucked so far down that the lids were overspilling, but the tops kept trying to keep them contained.

“Oh, Miguel…” You pulled back and carefully stroked the crest of his cheekbone.

“Mi Luna, por favor. Please hear me when I tell you how sorry I am. I never meant for any of that to happen, but I let it anyway, and I am so sorry.” Miguel's eyes were bloodshot; his face was red and stained with snot and tears. “Please allow me to make this right. For you, for us.”

“Mi Estrella, you–”

“I want to be better; I need to be better for you; I need to do this. I have to be better so I can–”

You shushed him, and he closed his mouth without a second thought. His shoulders juddered as he sniffled a couple of times.

“Miguel, no. That's not… Don't be better for me because you feel as though you need to. Do it because you want to be better. You even told me before, and just now, that you want to be better.” Your thumb ran down to wipe up his tear stains. “You've burdened yourself to make so many other lives better. Other worlds and universes.”

“Mi Luna…”

“Now take the time to be a better you for yourself, Miguel O'Hara. Allow Miguel O'Hara to feel that warmth and love. Allow Miguel O'Hara to realize that there are those who want him to have the best life. Let Miguel O'Hara be happy or sad, to open up when he wants, to be guided if he feels lost.”

Miguel was in complete awe.

“Let Miguel O'Hara live.”

Sniffling and breathing. You both didn't move a single inch.

He only saw you as the world came to a standstill when he released you from his embrace. You let go, nervous, but observed him carefully.

Wiping his face with his sleeve, he wobbled onto his feet and barely stood at his full height. You didn't know what to expect or what he was going to say, but you waited anxiously.

“Mi Luna. Oh, mi Luna.” His fingers entwined in your hair as he felt the sting coming from his eyes down to the bridge of his nose. “Eres tan gentil. Eres tan compasivo. Te amo. Te amo, mi Luna.”

His lips found yours, your bodies crumpling together. You throw your arms over his shoulders, feeling the weight of your body leave the wooden ground.

Your fingers curled around his curly locks, a longing kiss that you both yearned for so long. Miguel sheathed his talons, gliding up and down your back, taking every bit of you that he severely missed. 

You don't know how long you two stayed this way before you moved away, with harsh breathing on both ends. This man was so viscerally integrated into your head and spirit that you nearly pinched yourself awake, and your alarm will go off, yanking you to the cycle of ‘healing’ and slogging days.

But he was still here in the flesh. His thick brows, his prominent cheekbones. The handsome Renaissance marble sculpture on the runway was all here. A breathless chuckle left, gaining a smile from Miguel.

“What are you thinking?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” You brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.

“You've said something akin to it.” He situated you both on the couch, arranging you two so you were sitting across from each other.

Laying your head on the head of the cushion, your eyes danced around the ceiling above, with Miguel joining in. A recreational memory. You were hand in hand, as the path you were walking has taken a turn—not an abrupt stop, a turn of wanting to understand where it will go now.

“Miguel?”

“Si, mi Luna?”

“We will have to start anew.”

He turns downward toward you, but you keep looking up. “Start anew?”

You nod, tearing your vision on to him. “Yes. Picking back up where we left off will feel... weird in a sense.” Your eyes were on your interlocked fingers. “We… we have a lot to work on.”

Miguel squeezed your hand and nodded. “I know, my moon.”

“There is so much we have to work on. I have a lot to work on. You... you have a lot to work on.”

“I do, mi Luna. And I will. Not only for you, not just for us. But I will do it for me as well. I will do anything to make these amends.”

“Therapy... therapy would be a good place to try. I'll be by your side, of course; I just think they can do more than I ever could.” 

“But you've done so much for me.” Miguel had his full attention on you as your thumb tenderly caressed over his knuckles.

“I might have, but there's only so much I can do. And I think it'll be good for you to get things you've been holding off. Lift those constraints that harm you.”

He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He did feel slightly skeptical, not wanting to let that caution out into the wind. But for that future, he will allow the breeze to bring it where it needs or wants to be. 

“I… I will see what I can do and how to go about getting the help I need.”

“Does the spider society not offer good therapists?”

His hand was constricted a bit too tightly, and his knee was trembling. There was clear panic on his face that he was fighting back, but your hand hovered over him, and you waited. He attentively stared at your fingers and slowed his speed.

You were still so calming.

“Go ahead and speak. Don't hold it in, mi Estrella. Let it out.”

Miguel gulped, loosening his grip, but held that firm grasp. He told you what happened and how the society was now possibly going to be under leadership because he was scared and wounded. Mentally wounded. How a villain was the one that set the domino effect off of the canon being wrong, well, how his interpretation was incorrect.

“Was the villain the one you were chasing?”

“No, no. That was somebody who I thought was going to ruin another world, but like with you, I was wrong about that.” Miguel huffed out a sad laugh before his eyes glazed over. “I have so much to—”

“You will get there. These things don't magically get better overnight. Some wounds may even take years to properly heal, and even still, they could be sealed, but the scars still remain.”

He took in your words, marinating them. You resonate with tranquility and serenity. It worried him to no end.

But he was ready to break it.

“I constantly convince myself that I don't deserve you. That someone like me would break a beautiful soul like yours.”

“Miguel–”

He propped himself back on his knees, adjusting himself between your legs. "But, mi Luna, every time I'm around you, I realize that isn't the case. How you open your heart to me, no matter what. Even when I tried to be the bearer of the worst, you were still there, hands out, ready to pull me back in.”

He took your small hands into his enormous claws, kissing each one. “I'm still scared, and who knows how long it'll stay this way? However, for you and me, I'm ready to fight it; I'm ready to shove those doubts far away. I want to let you in, mi Luna. I want you to be here with me. I want to be here with you. I want to show you parts of me that I have hidden or I've never even known about.”

The tip of his thumb rolled over your trembling lip.

“I want to start this new chapter with you. I want to start living with you, beside you. Mi Luna, I know you told me to live for me, and I promise I will, but will you also let me show you this new step, this new beginning I want to share and cherish with you?”

Your eyes were blurry as you wiped them with your forearm. “You… big, loveable oaf. You already know the answer to that.”

“Only if you say it.” His lips grazed against yours.

“Yes. Yes, mi Estrella. I want you.”

More strings snapped off.

His mouth found yours once more. Tongues clashing but swirling in tandem, fervently.

Your hands massage his collarbone, shoulders, and upper back. You wanted to feel him, to memorize him all over, and to take your time. The journey may take time, but the destination will be there.

Miguel grabbed your calves and had you wrap your legs around the middle of his back, leaning you gently on the back of the couch, not breaking the kiss. 

When you pull away for air, he trails down, leaving light kisses on your cheeks, chin, and forehead, before making his way down to your neck. Your body relaxes, and his stubble and tongue tickle you.

“Miguel...” you exhale his name like a smooth puff of smoke when he nips at your skin.

“Mi Luna, I love these sounds.” His tongue-making figure eights on the crook of your neck, near the partially healed puncture marks. “I love your whimpers.” He began to suck on the tiny holes, his fangs occasionally drawing out. 

“Miguel,” you groaned, a shiver racing down your spine.

“I love when you say my name. It's warmer than a spring day; it brings me to my knees, mi Luna.” The suction picked up, making sure to leave a nice mark for others to see. “I love seeing your body filled with these. I love adding more to an already breathtaking artpiece.”

He recaptured you in another kiss, biting the bottom, the glossy appendage tracing the rim of your lips. “I love how sweet you are.” His hands roamed your form, causing you to quiver and moan. “I love how sweet you are from head to toe, inside and out.”

He was back, giving your neck attention, lapping at your heated skin, and nipping the flesh. His endless praise only began as he tugged at your shirt, tracing the seams. “I love how responsive you are to me. I love how you make me riled up from simply making those gorgeous melodies.”

He folds the bottom of the shirt, exposing your stomach. Feather touches from his mouth and fingertips had your heart fluttering and your mind in a daze as you could only say his name. Pinching your sides, you carefully eyed him, making phantom lines and zig-zags with the tip of his tongue all over your belly. Your hips bucked upwards, as your blurred vision was stuck in a hypnotic trance when you looked into those burning cerise eyes.

Miguel wanted to take care of you; he wanted you to feel his appreciation and dedication in any way, shape, or form. Pushing the fabric up, with his tongue trailing behind, he took it off and placed it on the ground. Eyeing your breasts, he began to press small pecks from the side, dipping into the slope and lathering it.

You sharply inhaled, your head canted, writhing back and forth. Your nails were in Miguel's scalp when he took a nipple in between his teeth, gnawing at the nub before closing his mouth around it and sucking it hungrily. One hand groped the unattended breast, while the other stroked your thigh and waist. His fingers were twisting and pinching delicately.

Gasping, you cry out when he teases your covered vagina. The thin bottoms and panties weren't doing much to shield from the treatment. Reeling from your glistening peak, he bit above the areola, leaving teeth indents.

“Mi Luna, I love you. You're heavenly. You are exquisite.” He palms down to the waistband of your pajamas as you knead the nape of his neck, bringing him back to you. Stripping his jacket away, you palm his sturdy muscles. You whine out, already missing his lips, when he rips his shirt right over his head.

“Mi Luna. Amo mi Luna radiante y hermosa.” He starts to pull down your pants, his pants tightening more than ever, but he doesn't care about that. “I want to make my moon feel wonderful.”

Lifting your behind to help, your eyes were half-lidded when he fully got rid of both the panties and pajama bottoms.

“I love the faces you make. Rather, they are lustful like this, or, when you're thinking, happy, or curious. I just love how lovely you look.”

Before you could get a word out, Miguel sunk down some, until his face was merely centimeters from your dampened sex. “I love how wet you get. I love this pussy so much, mi Luna. I love your thighs.” He grazed over the softness, leaving as many love-bites as he possibly could.

“Miguel!” You wept out, body aching, head foggy, and dizzy. But you were still hearing every word he was saying.

“I love the puffiness and the smell.” His breath tickled, and his nose rubbed against the folds. “I love how it looks; I love how sensitive it is.” He pressed a kiss on it, receiving a strong shudder. “I especially love the taste.”

He dove in; the warmth from you and his tongue had you whining. The way he slid around your labia, feeling every flick of your clit, the penetration of the muscle wiggling wildly, the thrums sending vibrations up your core, electrifying shocks in your veins.

“Miguel. Oh, Miguel!” You called out. Fingers raked through his thick locks, as his work was growing sloppier and messier.

Your juices splashed whenever his tongue was shoved in and out, his teeth rolling on your sensitive nub, having you see the stars and moon itself. The juicy slurps and his groans were music to your ears, turning you on even further. 

“Miguel. Shit… Miguel, I love you—ahh!” A silent scream was evoked when two of his fingers plunged into your opening, pumping in until they disappeared deep into your gripping heat.

“I love your cries and your tears. I love your bumbling whenever you get lost in this haze.” He slid to his knuckles, lingering for what felt like an eternity, then buried them back in, your walls sensing every breach.

“Miguel!” Your voice carried throughout your apartment, maybe even out the window. Your wails rose as his eyes stared at you in an intoxicating manner.

“I love when you are at a loss for words, mi Luna.” He bent towards you, teasing the shell of your ear with his fangs. “I love how you do the same for me.” He placed his lips on the side of your cheek before moving to gaze at your disheveled state.

He never wanted this end, and he will always hold you close to him. And this time, he will actually mean it.

The throbbing in his jeans was unbearable, to the point that they might have cut off all blood circulation, but he prospered in wanting to please you. “I love how well you take me.” He moaned out when you scratched down his biceps, sending tingles through him.

“I love when you mark me; I love that you're not afraid to do so.” He stimulated your clit with his thumb, never letting up that speed.

“I'm cumming. Going to cum-” You slurred, lulling to the side to expose your neck, which Miguel gladly kissed.

“Si, mi Luna. I love when you reach this high. Cum for me, on my fingers, mi Luna. You can do it, my moon. Puedes hacerlo.” He murmured in your ear, licking the lobe, when you snapped. 

Your walls contracted around his long fingers, causing violent tremors as you squealed out in pure ecstasy. Your head clouded in the stars, maybe further on. Your ragged heaves were celestial in the air. No song could ever compare.

He drew out and eyeballed the mess before cleaning it with his tongue. “I love how sweet and tangy you are.” He rose to his full height and discarded his pants; you followed when you reached the compressing briefs.

The splotches from his pre-cum soak the cloth thoroughly. “I love that you get me this way, mi Luna.” Moving them down his long legs, he stepped out of the briefs and stood in front of you. 

Every twitch and pulse sent you in a spiral. The gleams of the clear liquid weeping down to the base and the red veins running down were a wondrous sight. Your limbs wrap around his back; put your hands on his ass and wet your lips. You instinctively enveloped your mouth over the tip, tasting the clear saltiness, your tongue stroking the head as you began to bob back and forth.

“Ah—joder, mi Luna.” He pushes you back, making you sulk a tad bit. “I love that you are always wanting to care for me, but I want to care for you, mi Luna.”

You could only nod as he kissed your forehead and sat on the couch. Grabbing you swiftly, he perched you on his lap, skimming over your tender and soft sides. Savoring your tang on his tongue, you clenched onto his shoulders and rolled your hips together. 

You forgot exactly how big he was.

“It's been a minute, Miguel.”

“I know, mi Luna. Your pace, always your pace.” 

Capturing you back in his mouth, you lined your entrance against him as the swollen tip achingly rubbed it. Your whines echoed in his ears, your juices smearing the reddening head. The intoxicating fluids mixed as you started to sink down his length.

“Ahh! Mmm… Fu-fuck, Miguel.”

“It's okay; take your time; don't rush.”

His thumbs grazed your jawline and cheeks, talking you through it. He eyed every facial change, from pain to concentration to an almost euphoric pleasure.

Another noiseless shriek escapes, your back arching and your breasts pushing against his hefty chest. He peered down at the outline of his shaft, your walls clutching him firmly.

“Mierda, mi Luna, me perdí este hermosa coño, joder, joder.” A guttural growl racked in his throat, fighting himself from wanting to go at it. 

“I'm going to—fuck—I'm going to start moving.” 

“Ah–go ahead… Shit, go ahead.” His talons slipped and accidentally lodged a bit in your hips.

Your snug, slick walls fluttered when you rocked forward. Your knees prodded his waist to keep steady as you lifted yourself up and down in a slow, rhythmic motion. Your moans combined, drowning any city sounds that snuck their way in.

“Ay, mi Luna. I love how you perfectly fit around me.” He scooted up some and latched your legs around his waist, his arms clinging to your lower back. 

“Big, so big. Always been so good.” You grappled your arms loosely around his neck. “Your cock is so good.” 

“I love hearing your beautiful and graceful inner thoughts; rather, it's your ramblings or something silly. I love them all.”

With no warning, he began to pump faster, his pelvis slapping into your behind. Your garbled shouts were alluring blessings to Miguel. You dug your nails into his back as he kept you balanced.

“Miguel!” He strenuously bucked upwards, his hold on your own hips once more to keep you balanced.

“I love how gentle you are. I love how compassionate and understanding you are for the ones who are lucky to be in your life.”

“Miguel!”

“I love how resilient you can be, never wanting to give up. I love your wisdom. I love how you see life, mi Luna.”

He picked up his momentum when an unexpected peak spilled over from you. Your walls pulsating and your babbling didn't go unnoticed, but he kept going, and you did too.

This is what your love was, is, and will be.

An endless ocean that holds many vast mysteries to explore and seek out. The tides will rise from the highs to the lows, but it'll still be the same bountiful waves that will always flow.

A burning passion that no matter what it throws at you two, it'll only augment the rawness of your devotion for another.

You repeated his name in that trance you would get lost in. The couch was wet from your sweat and his. The murky fluids crawling down and staining it, saturating the color. Your lips meet in a fiery embrace, both clenching on tightly as Miguel rocked upwards, his balls creating that sharp snapping sound against your cheeks.

His vermillion, incandescent eyes only pay attention to you and nothing else.

“I love you. I love you. You have my heart. You have my soul, my body, and my mind; you have it all. I want you, I need you, and you make me strive to be better. You give me that strength, that hope, and that fight to keep going.”

You both cry out, tears mixing with sweat as Miguel continues to pump wildly. He's opening himself up to you; that's all he ever wants to do.

“I love you, Miguel.” Your arms tighten around his neck, afraid to let go, but he reassures you by holding you even tighter.

“I love you too, mi Luna. I will always love you.”

His lips slam into yours; this kiss more passionate than the others shared before. Tongues meld into one, just as your bodies do. The clashing of your damp skin resounded all over.

He runs his tongue along yours, his hands wandering over, thoroughly taking his time to worship you. Pinching, grasping, cupping, and tracing every curve and bend.

“I love you. I will never stop saying it. I love you. I love you.”

“Mi Estrella!” Your legs shook as another massive release found its way through.

Miguel breathlessly placed his lips against your forehead, the oxygen from both your lungs thick and high.

But he wasn't done. He picked you up and pressed your back against the wall near your bedroom door. Your legs were still tangled around his waist, with him buried deep into your core.

“Mi-Miguel.” You whispered against his lips before crashing back into them. He began to thrust at that fierce pace as you screamed into his mouth.

“You make me whole. I want you, and only you. I love you, mi Luna, my universe, my galaxy.” His forehead was on yours, groaning out from the squelching and tightness of your overstimulated cunt.

He was preventing himself from bursting, keeping that ravaging, beastly pace, but it was becoming rather difficult. Especially when another earth-shattering orgasm tumbled its way out of you. Miguel punched a hole several inches above you, your fingernails clawing up his back, drawing a bit of blood.

He ferociously pulled you in for a kiss, stumbling his way into your bedroom and onto your bed, right into a mating press.

“You didn't change the mattress.” He felt the shreds from the last mistake he caused you those months ago.

“I could never find the chance to. So I simply kept them hidden.”

Immense guilt struck him when your hand reached up to cup his jaw and part of his cheek. Your heart was heavy, but you gave a warm smile.

“That's why we're here now; we will work through this.” 

He didn't let the tears be hidden. He pecked your thumb and under your eye. “I love you, mi Luna. Nunca dejaré de decirlo.”

Nuzzling his head in between your jaw and neck, a hoarse groan releases as he pulls all the way out and slowly buries himself to the hilt. He repeats this pattern, the sopping slaps sending cascades of goosebumps whenever his balls come into contact with your folds.

His hands are on your sheets, claws tucked away, whispering sweet nothings on your ardent skin. Your bed frame creaks along with every rock of Miguel's hips as he turns his steady, erotic pace into feverish strokes, bucking into you with reckless abandon. 

Your raspy cries and his husky moans, the headboard bumping into the walls, the ivory moonlight glimmering in the room. 

Miguel missed this.

Miguel missed you. He missed the thoughts of those beautiful cherry-red-eyed children, the ones with your beaming smile. The ones who will have both of your strong-willed stubbornness. The ones will have your benevolence. The ones who will likely have his powers.

The ones who will be loved by you both no matter what happens.

His thrusts became inhuman. You yelled out, your arms hurled around his shoulders, your hands were on the base of his neck, and you clung to the ends of his hair. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, mi Luna. I love you. I love you.”

You panted in unison. Nearing that edge. Moaning out as you felt that raw ardency, his genuine love.

You are seeing his true feelings. His true thoughts. His true love.

Your teardrops stream alongside his. Because in this true moment, nothing will break this barrier. Nothing will ever wedge between you two. You felt that commitment that he can now fully allow to show and embrace.

You love Miguel, and Miguel loves you.

Your hearts beat in sync as you got closer and closer. Your bodies together as one. That's all you two could ever want.

“Mi Luna!”

“Mi Estrella!”

String after string of his love shoots deeply into you as you milk every drop. You sobbed out, shuddering madly. The kiss you shared was frantic, as droplets of his warming tears dripped onto you.

He quickly found his fangs in your neck, biting down harshly. He is happy. He is loved. He wants to continue to leave his mark on you, whether it be physically, spiritually, or mentally.

“Mi luna, te amo. Gracias, gracias por todo. Nunca más te dejaré, quería estar a tu lado entonces, ahora y hasta el final. I love you, mi Luna. Mi corazón. Mi vida.”

A curve of your smile graced your face as you caught some of it. “You're... you're welcome... I love you too, mi Estre-”

You went limp, and Miguel began to take care of you. He will always take care of you like you would do for him. He held you close because he refused to let you go again. He kissed the crown of your hair as you drifted off into his arms.

A place you'll be in now and forever.

Miguel awoke in the room. He peered around to see nearly, if not all, of the ropes cut from his body.

He was finally able to visibly distinguish the room. Illuminated with golden copper, it brightened the exit that has been facing him all this time.

Tugging that last string free, he ascended onto his feet, even striding as he pressed on, clasping onto the brass handle.

He was going to know. He knew he should.

He opened the wooden frame, stepping out unhurriedly.

There, his eyes met with a field that was blanketed. A plain that held what he longed for.

A field of lavender and marigolds.

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Tag list: @prozacgooble @sanguwuxyoonbummy @oharaslove @ella-janehaven

[leggerefiore]

Which of the hybrids poof up as a defense mechanism when they feel threatened?

“Honey, what are you doing?”

“…Making myself appear bigger to fend off danger. … …I can’t move.”

Alolan Persian Nanu, Liepard Grimsely, Weavile Cyrus, Staraptor Larry, Galvantula Emmet, both Zoroark Ingo and Emmet, Zoroark N... Hmmm... Who else?

They all look incredibly goofy, but Cyrus is particularly embarrassed about doing it and wants it to end as soon as possible. Whatever scared him in for its own terrifying moment when the Galactic Boss gains back control of himself.

Galvantula Emmet probably looks the goofiest, arguably. All six of his eyes are shot hide, and he looks less like a giant spider hybrid and more like an oversized cat. He is calm about his instinct, though. It is just part of who he is. Though, Staraptor Larry is certainly the closest contender, but... seeing him so startled is mildly concerning as well since it's rare that anything bothers him...

Liepard Grimsley just makes the

face the entire time he's puffed up.

Alolan Persian Nanu does it rarely, too, so it is a bit terrifying when something startles him. Though, chances are, it was just Acerola pranking him. Poor guy looks genuinely terrifying when he snarls, though.

(Zoroark N is a sad, fluffy baby who probably will need pets and attention afterwards to calm down. He does not look scary at all... Poor thing just looks terrified.)

[spyderlondon]

Vs. Maddened Princess

Harlequin AU by @iamespecter @tadc-harlequin-au

NOT CANON! JUST MY TAKE ON THE BOSS BATTLE!

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A long abandoned theatre stood amongst overgrown weeds and other plant life that appeared ready to overtake the dilapidated building at any moment. This was where the last of the battle harlequin puppets found herself in front of. After some travel, defeating all the other bosses and doing a bit of training with Caine- she finally found herself at the boss arena. The Puppetmaster had dubbed this boss: The Maddened Princess.

According to him, this boss used her ribbons like a spider's web to feel and catch unsuspecting prey like marionettes or unwitting puppets who wander into her arena so she had to be cautious when approaching this boss. He made sure to advise her to use the skills she had honed during the last few boss fights and whenever she sparred against him. Oh, and to not to die *too often*. 'I am running out of supplies because of you.' He once joked.

Pomni scoffed at that memory but simply began her walk inside of the theatre, her steps becoming more cautious when she starts seeing red ribbons along with dead marionettes and puppets strewn around the floor. Something that caught her eye was how a few of the ribbons seemed to be connected to the corpses, it actually made her grimace at they seemed to be puppets awaiting for their puppeteer to control them.

She furrowed her brows and frowned slightly as she slowed her walk to a stop once she got into the main room so she could examine the arena as much as she could because it was extremely dark. She could see faintly were a few scattered ribbons lying around the room but, if she could hazard a guess, there were probably a lot more that she couldn't see. She followed one of the ribbons with her gaze to where it was connected to before she spotted a large boss puppet that was made of the ribbons. It appeared that The Maddened Princess hadn't realized that she had company as she simply looked forward at the puppets that she was controlling into performing some type of play for her.

The harlequin could only see the side profile but from what she could see- the boss was mostly made of ribbons that she had used to apparently decorate the theatre with, she had giant claws on the one arm she could see but it'd make sense to assume the other arm had claws as well, there was a shoulder pad that protected the top of her torso and a large mask that adorned her face with the side she could see having a grin. Seeing how The Princess was currently controlling puppets, it was fair to say that she could also fully control the puppets and marionettes that were all over the theatre which meant that she wasn't going to fight just the boss but also corpses that she could control as minions.

Pomni took a silent breath before letting it out, she wanted to get this done in one attempt but with how many disadvantages she had in this room, she had no doubt that there would be deaths but that never scared her. She crouched down as she began to quietly move forward, she hate how slow she had to be but it was better than being killed immediately by taking a risk. She kept her eyes down as she looked for ribbons that this spider laid for her prey and any of the victims that were already actors for the Princess.

One ribbon...

Two ribbons...

Three ribbons...

Okay, so far so good. Maybe she could speed up a-

She suddenly didn't hear a small click coming from her shoe and she couldn't hear the faint words coming from the boss' direction- oh no. The harlequin's eyes widened as she could barely turn her head in the direction of the boss before hearing the giant puppet screech as she began to very quickly spin like a top and the last thing Pomni saw was a ribbon coming straight for her and it looked razor sharp.

DEATH

Pomni grumbled as she placed herself right back where she was before she died, trying to ignore Caine's scolding and how Ragatha fretted over her back in the manor. As much as she cares for them, she didn't have time to sit around and chat right now- she had a princess to beat.

She rubbed her temples a little before she silently began moving again, making sure to remember where each of the ribbons were that she passed the first time around along with the ribbon she accidentally stepped on. Her head perked up a tiny bit as she hear a change in the area, she peeked around the obstacle she was hiding behind and noticed a few marionettes were now patrolling the room in certain routes with lights shining out of their eyes- probably doing so because of her last visit. She clicked her tongue silently as she ducked down in time for one of the marionettes to come by. Usually she didn't care much if she died since none of the other bosses changed their damn tactics like this! Little miss Princess just *had* to be the special one! Fuck. Okay, no more dying.

....hopefully.

Pomni waited for the current marionette to pass by before she glanced behind the broken wall again so she could observe the routes each of the minions were taking and how fast they were moving. A couple things she noticed that gave her actual advantages were that the lights in the eyes were able to both tell her where they were looking and that the ribbons hidden in the darkness could be seen for a brief moment. She hid once again as she made mental note of that and silently watched as few lights passed by the current direction she was facing so she could see where to go to avoid upcoming ribbons.

Once the lights disappeared from her sight, she moved quickly and quietly to get past the ribbons and hide behind the next wall before any marionette was able to catch sight of her. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding once she got behind her next hiding spot and did the same thing she did at last spot.

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It took longer than the harlequin wished it would've but she was eventually right behind a pillar that was next to the boss puppet and it seemed that she was none the wiser about her presence. It gave Pomni time to breathe and steel her nerves for the fight.

When she was ready, she went in front of The Maddened Princess with her sword drawn and pointed straight at her mask- which Pomni found had two different sides to it and wasn't just a grin. It had a grin on the left side and frown on the right side of the mask- comedy and tragedy in one.

She didn't get much time to focus on that detail as a spotlight suddenly shined down on her, making her lift her free hand to block the light. She squinted up at the boss in annoyance, who didn't pay any mind to her irritation as she spread out her arms to the stands that had a few lifeless puppets and marionettes in them, "OUR LATEST STAR HAS ARRIVED TO TAKE THE STAGE!" The Maddened Princess announced, clearly the comedy mask was in control currently.

"The hell are you talking about?" Pomni sneered at the boss, finally putting her arms down and glared at her, "I'm just here to challenge and *defeat* you." She hissed out, getting ready to attack, only to be stuck in place by a few ribbons, "Wha- HEY!"

"Now, now." The boss had her hands do a calm down motion with her metal claws uncomfortably close to the harlequin's face which made her lean back, "That's no way for the star of our play to behave, now is it?" She questioned as a few more ribbons made their way slowly up Pomni's body as a way to keep her still and a way to kill her quick if she didn't play along.

The harlequin bared her sharp teeth and she began to slash at the ribbons trapping her until a few ribbons caught her wrist, "I AM NOT GOING TO PLAY AS YOUR LITTLE ACTRESS, YOU BI-" She was silenced in an instant as giant claws came down and slashed her back, hard enough to kill her instantly.

DEATH

'Maybe you should've been her little actor-' Pomni could hear Jax' mocking tone inside her head, he had teased her the moment she came out of Caine's office. Apparently, that asshole of a rabbit was nearby when she died to the boss without even having a chance to fight her yet.

The Maddened Princess was waiting for her to return within the shadows, as if she didn't wish to get the spotlight on her, while tapping her metal claws on the ground, when she noticed the harlequin's entrance she seemed to brighten up, "Our star has returned! Not even death can keep her down!" She cheered, her ribbons made all of the puppets and marionettes clap in unison as well.

Pomni familiar feel of ribbons gripping onto her once more but this time, despite how much she really wanted to, she didn't fight the restraints. Instead she glared up at the boss, "What *exactly* do you need me to do?" She questioned through gritted teeth.

The Princess either didn't see how angry her new puppet was or she just didn't care because she had her dance and twirl around before having her stop, "I need you to play a very important role in my new play!" She announced happily as she had a few more puppets join her in the spotlight, probably her 'co-stars', "I need you to play as the Sacrificial Princess!" She cheered again.

"What-" She froze as she saw ribbons piece through the ground and broken walls nearby as well as one of the puppets holding a real axe, "...shit-"

The boss sent her a look for the language she just used but decided to ignore it, "I'll be sure to lead you the entire way!" It was obvious that if the mask could fully grin then it would in the instance, "And who knows? You may even be able to get out of your strings on time!"

Pomni desperately wanted to escape but knew struggling right now would lead to death and besides, it sounded like the boss wasn't going to stop her from trying to get out during this so-called play, "Fine." She grunted out in irritation.

"Wonderful! Let's get metaphorical curtain up then!"

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Before Pomni knew was happening, she was being dragged to the center of the stage by the ribbons holding her tightly. She bared her razor sharp teeth, she hated how this felt but knew that one wrong move would result in another death.

"We begin with a sole survivor in a destroyed town~" The boss narrated from behind the curtain, Pomni didn't even notice her get up and move. Probably because she was a tad bit too busy trying to struggle away from the ribbons and towards anything sharp. Something that was apparently allowed as there was no consequences. She kept that in mind.

"Many from outside of the town heard the horrors that had befallen this poor place and had rushed in to find out if there was any way to possibly give their aid." The boss continued as if she didn't feel any pull on her ribbons. She had multiple marionettes slowly enter the stage from where they were once patrolling on the ground, "To their shock, everything appeared destroyed and many bodies were strewn around the town, dismembered. All except one lone survivor. A woman that the town had declared their princess- covered in blood and surrounded by a bodies." She forced the harlequin to move her head to look at the marionettes that had swords, shields and spears made of ribbon.

Their lifeless eyes seemed to express shock before shifting into anger and disgust at the sight of her before their mouths seemed to move by the boss' voice came out of each one of the in different vocal ranges:

"She must've been helping those monsters!" One of them accused with a somewhat masculine voice, as masculine as the boss could do at least.

Another pointed at her in horror, "She must be a witch that disguised herself as this town's princess only to curse everyone!" This one had a light feminine tone.

"Look at her clothes!" Another exclaimed in anger, "Covered in blood! She must have killed some herself!"

Pomni's fingers twitched a bit, she had a burning desire to use her teeth to tear up the ribbons just to get the ACTUAL FUCKING BOSS FIGHT STARTED! She hated that she knew that that would be a stupid idea though.

Her thought process was interrupted when the marionettes surrounded her, the one that had the masculine voice approached her with a sword, "The outsiders approached the princess with anger and hate- wishing to purge the supposed witch to prevent the curse to possibly get further than the town." The boss' voice continued to narrate but seemed to pause and wait as the marionette used their sword to slash at the harlequin.

Pomni was quick to understand that The Maddened Princess was giving her a chance to cut some of the ribbons. She furrowed her brows as she quickly twisted herself a bit, a little shocked by how the restraints holding her seemed to a tiny bit more lax so she had a chance. Once the ribbon blade came down, she was barely able to move her body enough to have the ribbons holding her right arm be cut which allowed her access to her change her arm into her gun and attempted to shoot at the opponent in front of her... only to find there were no bullets.

"The boss removed your bullets when she was putting her ribbons around you." Bubble explained as he puttered over near her, "You were too blinded by your rage to even notice!"

The harlequin groaned loudly in displeasure by that, letting her gun go back to being her regular arm in defeat, "Of course-" She grumbled, going back to looking at the marionettes who looked shocked as if she hadn't just failed with her attack.

"DID YOU SEE THAT?!" The one with the feminine voice cried out, "SHE PROBABLY JUST CAST A SPELL ONTO US!" She was quick to rush away from the harlequin by a few feet.

"The outsiders of the town grew far more wary and cautious around the so-called princess as it appeared she was beginning her spread of powers to the heroes from the outside..." The narration continued in a more spooky tone to apparently make the harlequin sound more like a villain- which Pomni truly could care less about.

Another marionette approached her, this time with a spear in hand, "I'll stop her this time!" They announced before swinging their spear at her feet this time. Once again, the ribbons loosened a little but were a bit tighter than last time as to make it harder- it didn't deter the harlequin as she was able to jump a bit forward enough to force the spear to cut the restraints on her ankles. Although, she did end up falling onto her face as she moved a tad too quickly and slipped on one of the discarded ribbons on the ground. She huffed in irritation at that before using her free hand to try and push herself up but found she was being forced down by one of her 'co-stars' with a blade pointed at her neck which made her scowl.

She could barely hear stifled laughter from from behind the stage but it was quickly cleared up before the boss went back to telling the play's story, "As the spear from one of the heroes was able to make the villainess fall hard to the ground, another had kept her down." She announced, "One of the knights from the neighboring kingdoms had just arrived on the scene in time to force the witch down while his comrades were close behind to aid in her defeat!"

Pomni's eyes moved to look up and behind her to see about four puppets in armor, helms, actual metal swords and shield taking the place of the more rural marionettes that had attacked her before. The Princess had decided to take the fight up a notch, it seems like the harlequin had proven to be strong enough to increase the difficult. It made her smirk some, boosting her ego to know her final boss found her tough enough to actually put in some extra effort to kill her. Well then. Bring it.

She ducked her neck as the knight holding her down swung his sword and she was able to have the blade slice off the ribbon holding neck which allowed her to freely move her head around now. She was able to use her free hand to grab her opponent's ankle and knock him off balance before quickly flipping herself around to use both of her feet to kick him away from her and quickly getting to her feet. She used her sharp teeth to tear the last bit of ribbons off of her left arm and whipped out her sword from her sheath to be more on an even ground as her opponents, even if they stand no chance against her. She grinned widely, looking like a shark searching for the next meal, "You want a fight? BRING IT ON!" She laughed, more than ready to get her irritation for being used as a literal puppet out on these puppet corpses.

The cut ribbons that were holding her back before were dragged back to their owner backstage and it almost seemed like the knights changed their stance to one that was far more aggressive, "It appears the villainess witch has shed her innocent appearance to show her true evil intentions!" The Maddened Princess narrated as the knight she knocked off of her stood back up, ready to attack as well, "Will our brave knights be able to overcome her or will more befall her curse?"

The knights raced forward and began their attack, not giving her the ease of fighting one on one- not that she really needed it. Her sword blazed with energy as she let her opponents close in on her before she quickly slashed her and had the razor light wave that came from her blade knock them all down.

Each of the puppet knights had a large gash in their armor from the attack, the ones who attempted to block it with their shields ended up having them sliced in half. The harlequin laughed, "You wanted a witch! A powerful, sword wielding witch you got!" She called to the backstage where she knew the boss was.

She received no response but the knights seemed to grow cautious in their attacks now, seeming to simply observe her for now. The boss seemed to fully understand that if she wanted to defeat this challenger without letting her fight her personally then she needs to start taking things more seriously.

Pomni twirled her sword in her hand as she observed her enemies, her gun had been emptied without her knowledge before this 'play' had begun so she could only rely on her sword and fists. That's fine, she could adjust and still win this. She just had to defeat these armored corpses then she can fight the actual Princess of this theatre.

'Don't be reckless.' Caine warned through the Bubble blimp, 'I really rather not patch you up for the *third* time during this fight.'

She scoffed at that, "Well, if I do then I'm sure you'll kiss my injuries better." She joked a bit as she clashed her blade with one of the knights who tried to catch her off guard while they thought she was distracted talking to the blimp.

'I-I, uh, well, I-I mean-' The puppetmaster stuttered- she could just see how flustered that comment made him, 'Just don't die again!' He commanded in his flustered tone before having Bubble float away to give her room to fight.

The harlequin couldn't help but snicker at that, that definitely gave her some much needed energy to keep going. She smirked as she knocked back the knight she had blocked before quickly knocking them down to the ground and sliced off the ribbon that was controlling them. That was one down, three more to go.

Pomni narrowed her eyes as she picked up the fallen sword from the puppet that she just cut the strings to. She grinned, "Well, you three are certainly fucked now~" She showed her razor sharp teeth to the remaining knights as she adjusted her grip on the newly acquired sword before activating her super speed so could get up close to the remaining opponents, "Hey there, motherfuckers~" She taunted them as she decided to put her face in the middle of them- she could already hear Caine scolding her about doing something as incautious as that but she really didn't care right now.

The knights gave no reaction other than to try and slash at her, and to their credit- two of them did get hits in on her, both on the shoulders but she ignored the pain as she did a front flip over all three of them while use her dual blades to chop off all three of their heads before landing behind them and slicing each of their ribbons off so they could rag doll to the ground lifeless.

Pomni let out a breath once she was finished with all of those puppet knights. She put both swords in one hand before staring at the darkness that was the backstage as it held her final opponent.

"Maddened Princess, I'm coming for you now." She said loud enough that she was sure that the boss could hear her clear.

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The backstage was darker than the main room was before the spotlight was turned on and completely silent aside from the clicks of her shoes on the wooden floor. The harlequin let her gaze wander around as she observed the area in which her final battle in this decrepit theatre would be held- and, oh, how she was hoping it'd be shorter than that shit she did on the actual stage. She noticed how there were spotlights overhead, connected to the catwalk, and recalled how she saw how the Princess hid away from the spotlight that was aimed at the harlequin on the main stage- as if it could burn her. She would have to keep those lights in mind in case the ribbon boss became a pain in her ass.

She felt her foot step on a some type of cloth, most likely a ribbon in the dark, but it didn't appear that the boss wanted to attack her just yet. Perhaps she was doing the same as the harlequin, observing and learning. That was fine- it would be more thrilling if the fight was more fair and harder for Pomni.

Her gaze moved upwards towards the large bundle of red ribbons next- her next target. One of the boss puppets Caine had asked to help so she had to be sure to keep the die in one piece as well as bring it back for him to work on it- if this annoying bunch of ribbons can be enlightened then so be it.

This boss certainly seemed to like hiding in the darkness- she could only really see a bit of the mask that adorned the top of the ribbons and the shine of the claws but not much else. She didn't like that, not when it gave her such a big disadvantage. She scowled, she needed a plan...

A few ribbons could be heard and barely seen shooting towards her in high speeds, "Shit-!" Pomni hissed out, quickly using her swords to slash the ribbons into pieces. She sent a look at where the ribbons came from, "That was such a cheap trick!" She snarled at the boss.

"Expect the unexpected,

As a puppet made for battles

that should have been know~"

The boss responded in a poetic tone, almost sounding a bit smug at getting the harlequin irritated. Although, the way she became poetic now was making Pomni even more annoyed.

"Really?" Her eye twitched, "First a stupid play, and now poetry? Are you trying to be the most irritating boss?" She grunted as she made note of how a few marionettes and puppets had slowly risen from the floor, beginning to go behind the large pile of ribbons that was controlling them.

"Performance arts

A statuette's purpose

to please and amaze

But now

I wish to just win and end."

With that, more ribbons bulleted towards the harlequin on all sides with the darkness making it hard to make it known where they were. Pomni's eyes widened as she swiftly cut the ribbons in front of her but was caught from behind and felt a sharp slash on either of her sides by what could've easily been invisible swords. She gasped as the ribbon from behind her rose her upwards before slamming her on the ground roughly but not enough to kill her or take too much health off of her. But the throw into the wall certainly didn't help much. She groaned as she slumped to the ground in pain, "Sneaky fucking bitch..." She grumbled as she took out a small vial that had a battery acid in it. She moved bell, holding it tight as to make sure it didn't jingle before unbuttoning her shirt until her die was exposed- she poured the acid onto it as a way to give her a bit more energy and health back. She didn't exactly know how it worked but Caine had always told her not to question it since, at least, it kept her alive a bit longer.

She sighed silently in relief as she moved her bell back in the center of her neck, put the vial away and stood up with a light huff, not worrying about buttoning her shirt back up since she had a feeling she'd need to heal again eventually. She scowled as she felt her now slashed sides but said nothing as she looked around before noticing that there was a broken ladder leading to the catwalks nearby, it didn't have a bottom but she should be able to jump high enough...

She suddenly went into a defensive position when she heard close by, no doubt The Maddened Princess was sending in a few minions after her. She narrowed her eyes as she was able to block the unseen attacks that came her way, using her ears to locate them. She might be blind currently but her hearing still worked just fine. She was able to knock them all back harshly before quickly jumping against the wall and pushing off hard enough to be able to leap into the air, grabbing the ladder. She had to move quickly because the rung she first grabbed onto creaked loudly before as she grabbed the next one breaking in half, clattering to the ground which alerted the boss to her presence. Ribbons were shot like rockets towards the ladder, aiming at the harlequin's head but she was, thankfully, able to scurry up onto the catwalk, barely having the ribbons miss her feet.

"Run, run, run

Try to flee and hide

but it'll be your hide

as my trophy at the end of the night."

The Princess mocked in her poetic tone as the ribbons began to wrap around the catwalk, feeling for their prey.

The harlequin growled silently as she felt a tiny bit of silky fabric under one of her feet as she got close to the spotlight nearest to the ladder. The silk slowly began to go up her leg but before it could go much further, she was able to turn the spotlight on and turn it towards the pile of ribbons.

The boss screeched and covered her mask as the light shone bright down at her, she seemed to freeze for a moment and the ribbon on the catwalk unwrapped itself and fell. It gave the harlequin a perfect opportunity to dive down and put energy in both of her swords to create two powerful light waves that broke a few ribbons off of a few of the puppets as well as slice a dent into the boss by breaking numerous ribbons on the boss herself- it didn't make enough damage to expose the die within the silk but it made it where she could do a few more strikes like that and expose it for good.

"HISSSSSSSSS!!!" The boss screeched like a cat being sprayed with water as she finally got out of her slight blindness before skitter skattering away from the bright light and back into the shadows as if they protected her. A couple ribbons grabbed onto to Pomni and threw her opposite of her while another ribbon rocketed upwards, shattering the still shining spotlight so there would be no more light on her.

The harlequin used one of her swords to help her not hit the ground too hard by stabbing it into the hardwood floor and spun around it a little as a way to help catch herself. She smirked as she pulled out the blade- she found the weakness. But she's have to make sure to defeat the boss with the last three working spotlights left on the catwalk or else it'd be back to doing everything blind and hoping she doesn't get caught off guard and die.

"Tis but a scratch

Surprise by the light

that does not belong onto me

Oh, dear actress,

the spotlight merely belongs to you."

The Maddened Princess continued reciting her poem although a small angry hiss came through in her tone this time. A few more puppets rose from the ground but it looked like it was less this time- looks like slicing a dent in the pile of ribbons did give her more of an advantage.

The harlequin kicked away a couple puppets that sounded like they got a bit too close to her before front flipping over the ones that sounded to be right in front of her. Only to have her feet land on both of their heads which made her almost lose balance, she had to put her arms out to try regain it.

Which only left her wide open for a few ribbons to grab onto her arms tight before once again slamming her into the ground a couple of times, making her lose her grip on her swords and having them clatter onto the ground a bit further away from where she was tossed.

"Running and jumping,

Can get you far

but can you see

where you're going

to make it?"

"Oh, COME THE FUCK ON!" The harlequin slammed her fist into the in irritation, feeling one of her sides break a bit more due to the slams onto the ground. She took a breath as she stood up and sped towards where she heard her swords land, not liking how she was unarmed currently. She heard a marionette slice their sword in her direction and she was scarcely able to duck under it, half of her ponytail was cut off as it bounced upwards from the swiftness of her movement. She felt how she lost some of her hair but couldn't be bothered to care at the moment as she simply kicked the marionette to the ground and used her teeth to tear the ribbon off of them before somersaulting on the ground to get to her swords faster. She grabbed them right as she heard a couple puppets slash down towards her- she reacted swiftly by using both of her swords block where she heard where the blades were. She laid on her back as she struggled against the weight on both of the swords on hers. She bared her teeth as she shoved hard against the two and forced them away from her, knocking them off balance which she was quick to use to her advantage. She hopped onto her feet before quickly slicing at their ribbons.

The harlequin made use of the time where nothing was currently close enough to attack her rush up on top of the catwalk again, speeding towards the farthest light from her since she didn't feel like risking getting there after pissing off the boss three times. By the way she could hear the platform squeaking a little bit- she definitely made enough noise to alert the boss enough to have more ribbons race towards her. She gritted her teeth as she ran bit faster before sliding towards the spotlight and having it shine on on the pile of ribbons once more.

Like before, the boss screeched and covered her mask with her ribbons which left her wide open for Pomni to dive down again. Maybe not wide open because this time one of the boss' claw reached up to slash at her. She moved slightly to avoid it and make it where she could do another double light wave attack that both sliced off the the ribbon arm that had the claw on it and increase the size of the dent she made on the pile of ribbons initially but it still looked like she had a ways to go.

Pomni landed on the ground, avoiding the ribbons that attempted to grab at her this time. Only to be caught off guard as she felt some silk underfoot, "Oh, come on!" She yelped out as her ankles were grabbed, making her trip and fall on her butt and was forcibly slid her towards some spikes that were made on the wall. Her eyes widened and she had to quickly spin herself so her back was facing the spikes instead of her exposed chest and die. She clenched her teeth as a harsh gasp came through them, that definitely left some awful holes in her back but they didn't go through her body enough to hit her die at least. She hissed through her teeth as the ribbon spikes suddenly came out of her back and were used to destroy the spotlight that was currently still on. Turning everything dark once more.

The harlequin listened for any nearby enemies before taking out her last vial of battery acid and poured it onto her die like she did with the first one. She grumbled as she forced herself up, using the wall as support. If she got hurt that badly again, she won't have anymore battery acid to heal her again- she had to be extremely careful now. Being careful sucked though.

"Difficulty increasing

Tension raising

How much longer

will you be able to survive?"

Pomni ignored the threatening poetic tone the boss used as she forced herself to move towards the ladder as fast as she could despite her injuries, countering any puppet or marionette that tried getting in her way. She didn't feel like putting up an effort to make it more of a show anymore. At least not until her pain numbed.

She grimaced as she looked up at where the lowest rung of the ladder was and how she knew she had to force herself up there again. She grunted as she moved back again before giving herself a running started and wall jumped up to the ladder again, barely making it. She grunted as she got up on the catwalk once more. She panted a bit as she crouched down to take momentary breather- she should have about fifteen seconds before the ribbons start wrapping around the platform.

She went through the charms she had on hand but weren't currently using as she didn't like boosting herself unless necessary. She found the one that boosts her jump height and placed it onto the collar of her shirt, she could tell this one was fully necessary now. She put the rest of the charms away as she could hear the silk ribbons climbing up the ladder and frowned as she began to speed off towards the second furthest spotlight from her.

Once she turned it on, turned it towards the pile of ribbons and began her dive down, making sure to avoid the metal claws aiming at her and used the light wave attack to slice off the claws as well as make dent even bigger- she could start to see a shine coming from the boss' chest, the die. She felt a sense of relief as she knew she was almost done.

The Maddened Princess let out a loud, angry, catlike snarl as she destroyed not only the spotlight that was on but also the one that the harlequin was supposed to turn on next- ...well, that blows.

"Darkness surrounds,

You had your fun,

Now it's- ARGH! IT BURNS!"

Pomni had her right hand shift into her gun and had the rest of her energy go into to create a laser to burn the pile of ribbons from the bottom up- interrupting another irritatingly, smug poem from the boss.

She only used it for a few seconds until her energy felt like it was going to run too low for her to walk any longer, or even stay standing. The gun went back to being a hand as she watched The Maddened Princess lean down to try and attack her a bit more. The harlequin gave an exhausted look as she simply used the last bit of her energy and her charm to jump high enough to slice off the mask that the boss wore before letting herself land on her butt on the ground in exhaustion.

Once the fire got to the point where the boss' die was fully shown, she was quick to grab it before running as fast as her body would let her out of the theatre before the flames could reach her.

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"Here's the stupid die heart, Caine." Pomni grumbled in exhaustion as she got back inside the manor and weakly gave the item to the man who had been waiting anxiously at the door for her, swaying a bit as she tried to keep herself upright.

The Puppetmaster didn't even hesitate to simply pocket the die heart before putting his arms on the harlequin's waist so he could pick her up bridal style gently. She didn't even fight it, simply collapsing in his arms as soon as she felt herself become weightless.

Caine felt himself blush a tiny bit as he brought her to his office table to start repairing her body. He paused a moment before deciding to take a small advantage of her being unconscious right now to give her a quick peck on the forehead.

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A/N: Yes, the ending is *extremely* rushed. But after writing 6k+ words in the span of three days? I got too tired to care much longer. Hope y'all still enjoy the read.

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Hey love, can I request a hobie brown x fem! mma fighter reader who’s also a spider person or symbiotic (meaning they have a venom or something like him). Maybe Miguel sent hobie to go retrieve a new recruit and he finds her at a fighting expo absolutely kicking to crap out of her opponent.

feel free to ignore tho

THE PUNISHER

Hobie Brown

Summary: Miguel is tired of Hobie complaining about have no competition at HQ, so he sends him to find the new recruit. Miguel knows you’ll be his match. You are low on cash even though your the spider women of Earth-233. You decide to take it up in the ring to make some extra money.

warning⚠️ swearing, hitting

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Hobie entered Miguel’s office ready to get yelled at again. It was the third time this week he’d been called in for his “bad” behavior as Miguel put it.

“You know if you want to talk to me this bad all the time might as well just ask for my number.” Hobie yelled up to Miguel. Miguel scoffed as he lowered his desk. He turned already glaring at Hobie.

“Ah yes i just love the bullshit that comes out of your mouth so much that i have to hear it every hour.” miguel retorted as he walked towards Hobie.

Hobie rolled his eyes before beginning again. “What did u do this time, boss.” Miguel turned towards his desk going to sit again. He motioned for Hobie to join him.

Reluctantly Hobie stepped forward looking at the screen. “That’s your next mission. She’s our new recruit. Y/n. The spider women of Earth-233.”

“Isn’t that your job?” Hobie asked.

“Usually but you’ve been asking for some competition. She’s it.” Hobie scoffed walking off the platform.

“Yeah will see.” Hobie said disappearing through the door.

Back on Earth-233…

You grunted throwing another punch at your opponent hitting him square in the jaw. Quickly you threw another earning yourself the victory as he fell to the floor.

You smiled as the announcer pulled your arm into the air. You smiled into the crowd wiping the blood from your lips.

Walking out of the ring you went back into the locker room. Grabbing your belongings you checked the time to see it was two in the morning. You would be able to get at least 6 hours of sleep.

Instead of walking you decided to swing yourself to you apartment using the back roads. Making it there you quickly put on pajamas and fell asleep.

Waking up you did the normal spider women things such as stopping someone from robbing a store and so on. It was finally time for another fight. You had been preparing for this for months. You were going against the reigning champion and odds were definitely against you.

Meanwhile Hobie has just arrived at the ring ready to enjoy a fight.

“Today we have a good match up folks. The reigning champion, the crusher! His opponent today is the undefeated castigadora!” he yelled. “Please shake hands and wait for the fight to begin.

Hobie watched as y/n and the so called crusher shook hands and got into position. He watched as the 6ft giant towered over your 5’5 body.

“DING!” The fight was on.

Crusher threw a punch but it was to slow. You swiftly moved out of the way punching him twice in the abdomen.

He didn’t fault quickly countering with a punch to your jaw. Now you were mad.

“you fucking bitch.” you scoffed under your breath. Before he could even react you took two swift punches to his jaw and one to his stomach making him double over.

You kept punching until the finally bell rang. Steadying yourself you felt your hand pushed into the air.

“The castigadora stays undefeated!” the announcer shouted. You smiled looking through crowd before your eyes laid on him.

Making your way out of the ring you headed to the locker room.

“Did miguel send you?” you questioned as he entered the room. You struggled trying to clean up your lip.

Hobie walked over grabbing the cloth from your hand dampening it before dabbing your lips. “Your quite a fighter darling. I expected you to get the shit beat out of you.”

You scoffed at that. “I’m more skilled then i seem. Who even are you?” You questioned.

“Hobie Brown. Miguel sent me to recruit you which i’m guessing you know about already.” You simply nodded.

“I think that’s it.” Hobie stated dabbing the last bit of blood.

“Thank you.” you said with a small blush.

“Ok now let’s begin are journey to HQ.” he said.

“I’m sorry but there must be a misunderstanding. I’m not going to HQ with you.” you answered.

“Why’s that darling?” Hobie said tilting his head. You blushed as you made eye contact. He was undeniably handsome.

“I want Miguel to take me. Just to make sure that this safe.” you said.

“Oh so you don’t trust me?” he questioned with a slight chuckle. Every step he took towards you to you took one back. Soon enough your back hit the sink.

He leaned close to your ear before beginning again, “Please love, come with me.” He wrapped his arm around your waist.

You protested as he flipped open his watch. You tried to break from his grip but it was relentless. You watched as he smiled at you before stepping into the portal. ———————————————————————translations castigadora-punisher ——————————————————————— Authors note

This is so trashy😭 I’m sorry this was my first request attempt so hopefully it gets better in the future. Woke up this morning and my one shots had blown up. Im so surprised cause i thought the writing was so crapppy. Anyways tysm for the love. Enjoy this Hobie fic. I think i’m gonna try an obx one shot next…

REQUESTS: OPEN

Sincerely,

macsmoods🌊🫧

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Pls do spot with a non-binary spider reader who not only thinks he and his abilities are cool, but teaches him how to properly use them. Pls I have so much brains of for this man I'LL TAKE EVEN THE TINIEST CRUMB JUST PLS🙏🙏

Pairing: The Spot x nonbinary!reader

Warnings: ///

A/N: God I was really trying my best with this one. I hope it's alright!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

Being part of the spider society probably isn’t your dream job (mostly because you don’t get paid for some reason?) but it was fun most of the time. 

You hang out with people who understand you better than most people around you do, you have fun missions and get to kick ass. What’s better than that?

Of course there’s the occasional multiversal threat but you are great at dealing with that. And you would never get compromised because of anything…never…definitely…

“Oh my god he’s so cool” you mumble to yourself while swinging after the spot.

You were alone for the while, Jess having stayed back to do some damage control, but Miguel has clearly tasked you to catch the Spot and make sure he didn’t do anything dangerous. But currently you are way too focused on how cool the guy looks to think about catching him.

“Hey! Can I ask a question?” you ask while swinging next to him.

“Wha– I guess?” He seems more confused than anything. As much as you can judge from…his non-existent facial features.

“Do your powers have some kind of limit of distance or could you like…go to Italy right now if you wanted?”

“I–” he stops moving and stays standing on a rooftop. “That’s a good question actually.”

You stop standing next to him, carefully touching his shoulder. It feels pretty normal. You imagined something else.

“...aren’t you going to arrest me or something?”

“I’ll think about it when my boss starts paying me.” you shrug. “My name is (y/n) by the way.” you hold your hand out to him. Ah yes. Telling your secret identity to the guy you’re supposed to be hunting. Miguel would give you the most disapproving glare if he saw you right now. 

“The spot.” he shakes your hand. “But…I guess Jonathan if we go by first names” this was probably the weirdest interaction you had all week…or the second weirdest.

“So…tell me more about your powers. How do they work?”

“What? So you can make fun of them?”

“Fun? Are you kidding? This is like…the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. And I saw a guy that turned into a giant rhino. And that’s pretty cool. But those powers are like…” you look up to (were you guess) his face is. “...absolutely incredible. They’re beautiful.”

“Well that’s the first time someone says that…usually they tend to make fun of it or just…the way I look.”

“What’s wrong about the way you look?” you frown, looking at him. “Sure…it’s a bit weird to not have a face to look at but I think we can work with that.”

He doesn’t say something for a few seconds, just studying you silently. “Thank you” he eventually says.

You want to say something when your communicator blinks as you hear Jessica’s voice out of it. “(y/n)? Have you caught the spot?”

You look up at him for a moment. “...no. I lost him. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Meet me at the meet up point. We’re going to have to think about a new strategy.”

“Of course. I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’ll check the territory once more.” you say before hanging up. “I do not like lying to Jess.”

“Why…did you lie?”

“I didn’t see the reason for turning you in.” you smile at him. “And…you know. Maybe I can help you if you need some more help with your powers. I mean I’m not an expert at portals and stuff but I’m good…positive affirmation.” you grin at him before stepping to the edge of the building.

“How am I…going to find you for that?” he asks, taking a step towards you again.

You turn back to him again. “Don’t worry. I’ll be the one finding you.” you grin and let yourself fall off the building backwards.

That looked cool, right?

You are hoping it looked cool.

And you’re trying to do your best to not think about the fact that you wanted to impress the new villain.

….that was okay….right?

[wildclaw6460]

Cleric Beast Light

Based on @e-elnstar's Bloodborne AU and anonymouslyAJ's fic Paleblood on ao3 and wanted to add to it with my own interpretation of what might happen.

(More lore under keep reading)

L and Light do become friends (maybe lovers ;) ) after meeting each other. Even after the endless hunt starts, Light decides to stay as a part of the Choir despite the risks. After L kills Rom the Vacuous Spider, the blood moon ascends and L continues on to the Unseen Village, thinking Light will be fine since he has been thus far.

However, because the line between beast and human is thinning, Light slowly becomes a cleric beast like the other high members of the Healing Church. Another, less experienced, hunter ends up coming to the Chapel and tries to get an easy kill in before he can fully transform. But Light is desperate to wait until L comes back, hoping L can either cure him somehow or at least see him one last time before he loses his sanity and lets L be the one to finish him off.

He fights to the best of his abilities (while being in an extreme amount of pain) and kills the hunter successfully. Before the hunter died though, they managed to strike Light's right leg, fucking it up badly and causing it to transform wrong when he finished his transformation (hence the bone sticking out and fucked up toes). When L does come back, all he sees is a turned Light and a hunter, bloody and dead, on the floor beside him.

(I wanted to keep the whole God of Death theme from the original Death Note series, so my sister advised I give him warped wings like Ryuk has. He cannot use these wings since they are basically hardened bone and cartilage, but they look sick as hell. His human skull slowly molded into the cleric beast skull, some fragments still visible to show what humanity used to be there.

I love the theory that the cleric beasts have horns because they are meant to be the 'holiest' people of the Healing Church and have the most power, and antlers represent being closer to the sky than others and being closer to gods [or the great ones], but since he is a Choir member and not a full Vicar I only gave him one and a half antlers.)

If this were an actual boss battle in the game, his right leg would be his weak spot (similar to the Fire Giant in Elden Ring. Sorry Light).

[womanofwords]

Spiders

“So you’re telling me that you were genetically mutating and cross-breeding spiders in a basement to be poisonous so you can drain the poison out of their fangs for research purposes?” Henchman asked, shining a light in front of them.

“Yes,” Villain admitted.

“But then the lights cut out, the breeding program went out of control and now you have giant spiders roaming around the place that may or may not be deadly?”

“Yes.”

“And you don’t want to go down there alone because you are scared of your own creation? Isn’t that a little hypocritical?”

Villain’s eyes narrowed. “Do I pay you for snarky commentary and judgement, Henchman?”

“I’m here on an internship. I don’t get paid.”

“Oh.” They continued walking in silence until they got to the dreaded basement laboratory. “This is the place?”

“Yes,” Villain said, shivering. “Please kill them! They’re out of control!”

“What did you think I was going to do, buy them dinner?” Henchman snarked. Villain glared, and Henchman went in.

They didn’t see any at first glance. “Hello? Any poisonous spiders home?” they yelled into the abyss. “Hello?” He ran into cobwebs a lot, which was gross, but they never found any spiders. Not even dead ones or moulted skins. “Hey, Villain, they must have escaped. No spiders here.”

“There aren’t?” Villain seemed to relax, although Henchman had no idea how. Surely massive poisonous spiders on the loose was something to worry about.

“Nope, not one! They must have cleared out ages ago!” As Henchman gave the good news, Villain became even more terrified, their face draining of colour as they looked at something behind Henchman. “What?” Henchman asked, turning around. “What are you . . . oh.”

Huge spiders stood behind Henchman, hundreds of beady eyes looking at him. They turned to look at Villain one last time before they were snatched away by the spider army.

“Villain! Help!” Henchman screamed, as their wriggling limbs were tied to the ground with fresh webs. Turns out that they were incredibly strong and sticky when fresh. The larger ones stood aside as the smaller spiders, which were probably children, got to have first pick of their new prey.

“You know I’m scared of spiders! And they’re huge!” Villain stammered.

“The ones that get first pick are babies, you pathetic, snivelling, S.O.B! I knew I never should have- AAAAAAH!”

“What? What are they doing to you?” Villain was having difficulty seeing over the hairy masses of spiders.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT TICKLES!” Henchman screamed, squirming as much as they could, which wasn’t much. The baby spiders were scuttling along their ribs, running around in maddening circles in the hollows of his armpits. The older, larger spiders occasionally took turns with nuzzling into their stomach, making them scream with laughter. “VILLAIN! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP!”

Villain smiled a sweet yet innocent smile. “Oh, Henchman. I’m so sorry, but I can’t get through. There’s just too many and I’m not strong enough. They’re not biting you, are they?”

Henchman howled with laughter. “THEHEHEHEHEY’RE NOHOHOHOT BIHIHITIHING! THEY’RE JUHUHUHUHUHUST SNUGGLING! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF!”

Villain could tell that Henchman had had enough, and they finally pushed through the crowd of spiders to cut the webs off the exhausted grunt.

“Took you long enough,” Henchman sighed, leaning on Villain as they left the basement.

“Shut up right now or I’ll give you right back to them.”

“Yes, boss.”

[doctorstrangereview]

0040: Strange Tales #146

Cover Date: July 1966 On-Sale Date: April 12, 1966

Wow! This is a momentous issue! It's the third anniversary since Doc first appeared in issue #110. It's the first full cover Doc has ever gotten. I think it's a tiny bit lackluster with Eternity missing his face and the background just a red field with some black blobs. But is was drawn by Steve Ditko so Doc actually looks like Doc and his costume is correct. The reason his amulet looks funny and his arm is in a cast is explained in the story. Most importantly, Clea finally gets a name! The title, "The End --at Last!" is fraught with meaning. This is end of the massive arc that began almost a year and a half ago. Behind the scenes, it's the end of Ditko's tenure at Marvel. Fed up with Stan Lee, Ditko, who had already stopped speaking with Lee, turned in this story along with Amazing Spider-Man #33 and handed in his notice to Sol Brodsky. This marks the end of Doc's first major era.

After a wonderful splash page of Ditko cosmic craziness featuring Doc and Dormie, we begin out story proper. Dormie is raging in his brightly lit Dark Dimension shouting very flowery language to no one in particular. This is unusual, because there seems to always be some random denizen in earshot of Dormie's soliloquies. His palace is as secure as Doc's Sanctum. Dormie once again has the unoriginal idea that he can kill Doc if he's not on Earth. He again has a clever plan to lure Doc to another realm and off him there. He also has the random thought that Eternity may try to stop him. I guess they needed a ploy to drag Eternity into this and justify Ditko's cover. Why would a supremely powerful cosmic being care if the massively powerful Dormammu snuffs some mortal dust mote? Perhaps Dormie just isn't thinking all that rationally.

Dormie storms the beaches of Eternity and cooks up a barrier around Eternity's galaxy/atom looking bedroom thing, supposedly trapping him in there and blinding him to Dormie's actions.

Whew! Glad that's done. Now to make my phone call to Doc and disguise my voice by putting my hand over the microphone. We discover yet another talent the All-Purpose Amulet has. It's a telephone! The All-Seeing Eye flies off Doc's neck and starts talking to him in Clea's voice. Then, thanks to being excited by Dormie's touch, it grows huge again and sucks in Doc. While he's being kidnapped Doc thinks "This could be a trap of Dormammu! Oh well. Here we go!"

Doc is suddenly face-to-face with Dormie. For some odd reason Dormie immediately spills the beans about Eternity and Doc goes on the offensive. "Must free Eternity!" repeats in his mind in that funny zombie voice. The fight only lasts a couple of panels, because, you guessed it! Eternity breaks free! And echoes my earlier thoughts!

Yup! "Dormie, I didn't give a crap about any of this until you wrapped me in Saran Wrap®. Seriously dude, what the hell were you thinking?" Dormie, still being mostly irrational switches targets and decides it's time to show Eternity who's boss. I'm not sure if Ditko was trying to be spectacular or lazy, but the battle lasts two full page panels. They do look rather good.

I think I want that second image as a poster or t-shirt image. I love the way Ditko shows Dormammu seemingly entering Eternity (Butt-head voice: He said entering.) And then Eternity seems to blow up! (Must have gotten really excited when Dormie entered him!) Dormie appears to get caught between a pair of celestial bodies that were ejected from Eternity and vanishes as well. Meanwhile, Doc is being tossed around like a sock in a giant rock tumbler. Fortunately, a higher power is looking out for him and he gets rescued.

The rescue lasts another two giant panels and our higher power is revealed to be none other than... The Ancient One! The old boy still has some pep left in him.

Doc claims to have mystical amnesia and asks his mentor and buddy what happened. "Dormie bit the dust. Eternity is on the lam." People start popping out of the woodwork. "Yeah, hothead trapped us but now we're free." Still thinking on his feet, Doc waves his hand and wishes all other prisoners of Dormie to be free. And, suddenly, they are! More people start crawling out of the woodwork. And despite this supposed to be occurring over the multiverse, all the freed prisoners are Caucasian male humans. Not all is good, however. One of those banished was none other than Baron Mordo. He pops up again in an odd, crawling position.

"I still hate you too, Baron!"

There's one more prisoner and it looks like fate saved the best for last. Yup, the silver haired beauty is the final one to pop up.

Right after she pops back into existence, Ditko realizes he never named her. "Oh crap! How am I gonna cover this one up? I know! Everyone was very, very busy!"

Meanwhile, the Ancient One charges the other exiles to pick a leader and extinguish the remainder of Dormie's bad dudeness that remains. "Pick anyone, save Mordo!" Is the old duffer trying to plant the seeds of democracy in the former totalitarian dictatorship? Maybe, but we know they won't take. Mordo is supposed to stay a prisoner of The Ancient One. That won't take either.

Like that last episode of Good Times where everything miraculously resolves, all the major plot lines have wrapped up. Doc heads home for a really good nap until the new creative team takes over.

Thus ends the reign of Ditko and Lee. Lee will write the first half of the story while handing the writer's reigns over to Denny O'Neil. Expect to see "Edited by Stan Lee" leading the credits a lot. Rereading this for the first time in a number of years, I realized that, like Corner Gas, there's not a lot going on. Dormie gets angry, traps Eternity lures Doc, Eternity escapes, Dormie attacks Eternity, both disappear, and, like that Aquagen song, Everybody's Free! There's some really great and whacky art in here. Ditko always does awesome cosmic stuff, and it's great to see it so big here as Ditko breaks out of the nine panel layout. I think it had the dual purpose of showcasing some lovely images while providing some filler for a story that probably could have been three pages shorter. It's Ditko's last shout so a few shortcuts are acceptable. In the end (see what I did there?) it's good cosmic fun.

[alyjojo]

November 🕷️ 2024 Monthly - Virgo

Preshuffle: Your deepest wish is to go away with your family, maybe on some kind of trip. There are a lot of positive and loving emotions, solid relationships, but very little cooperation from others in regards to this thing you want.

Meditation: A teeny tiny, cute little spider 🕷️ with UwU eyes 🥹 that says a soft and quiet “meep” slowly crawls out of a dead tree limb (family?) to face a big giant monster that…doesn’t even eat spiders, doesn’t even see the spider, the spider is moot. But you grow A HUNDRED TIMES IN SIZE to bite this monster’s head off, his body falls to the ground, you burp, and with a “meep”, crawl back to the tree. Virgo is not one to fk with in these readings, Spirit keeps trying to tell ‘em 😆

Main energy: 8 Pentacles

Eeeenteresting 🤔 If there was ever a reading that would suggest a shitty boss being let go, that’s positive, right? That’s what’s showing up here. If not a boss, it’s someone in a position of authority regardless of how they’re involved with you. A bad one, someone who doesn’t do their job or “manage” - it’s suggested this would be someone over you most likely, someone that either abuses their power or doesn’t bother to do their job at all. Could be someone in another department that you only have to talk to once a month but that once a month is the bane of your existence so…have a nice life! ✌️

Now for someone, that could be you, or the Virgo for a crosswatcher. If you aren’t searching for another job and know you need to, this reading is your sign to start looking. You may not find anything, going by two cards of just kinda waiting around at the end of the month, but the motivation is on point and your Oracle shows you do need to stand up for yourself - or someone else has/will towards you - and it’s a Justice that will likely shift someone’s else’s perspective on a situation.

What’s going on in November:

Yuck. I don’t know how deep this goes but The Emperor rev can be anything from a terrible boss to an abusive cop so where that toes the line here…idk. The law could be involved, or work policies have been broken. Someone could’ve been doing something illegal with money and it’s coming out, they’re losing their job or being sued or something. Sexual harassment cases could apply as well. It’s showing up as “immaturity” more than purposeful or bad intentions but…be very careful what you say to people at work, again it could be you. Pressuring flirtation or immature behavior/actions from those under them, rather than leading maturely, wisely, protectively and authoritatively as an Emperor is supposed to do, upright. If this is you, then you’ve not taken action that needs to be taken, you abandoned something important and just let it go…maybe even lost money over it.

I’m seeing a potential opportunity to pay for something over time, or even the potential to find a job that pays for something you need and had to give up. Could be 401k, great insurance, tuition reimbursement, there’s something you want that you don’t have - or maybe DID have and lost. Work related though, for most that I can see. If that’s the case then it’s something that makes NO sense to you, why it’s even gone. They saved a whole 100k a year and gutted their employees - but it’s a billion dollar (reputable) company wtf. I heard “reputable” & your claim is legit, even if you’re just claiming it at the kitchen table, venting to a friend, because there’s been no action. You’re just considering these things, “waking up” to things you’ve let slide or have been waiting on some kind of attention, effort, or change…when it’s good for them, you know? Nothing here is brash, sudden or impulsive.

Now either you’ve been with the same company for awhile and are realizing it’s not giving you what you want, or progress has been blocked and it’s up to you to make a move (or wait); or you’re considering a new position and that’s the thing that’s not adding up to what you’re expecting or deserve. You’re feeling locked in place, you need the money so you’re not just leaving. It’s possible that reaching out for something new just makes you appreciate what you have more, and you see it differently after the fact, a changed perspective. It could also be an amazing opportunity that maybe falls through for some reason, or already has, that shifts your perspective on what you already have like…they could and should definitely step it up. Some are just checking out something new and saying “nope,” back to the old - you’re grateful. Either way, you’re probably right 💛

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Cancer, Taurus, Pisces & Capricorn,

Oracle: ✨

Don’t be afraid to take a stand against injustice; complacency makes you weak.

We enter into November as:

The Loden Lesson 🪴

“It was by taking the right action that I found the road out.”

You must take action, do not expect that something is going to change without some doing on your part. It is also important to know that while things may seem bleak, that is only your perception. Life may feel difficult at present, but The Loden Lesson is simple, the only way out of stagnation is motion. If we decide to sit and do nothing, we must accept the responsibility of the decision. You may also be in a situation you feel is dead or finished. Pray for clarity, and wait for a response. It is vital that you do not make any decisions from an emotionally distraught state.

What is to be learned in November:

Cool Lemonade 🍋

“My dreams got answered.”

There are times when chasing dreams leaves us winded and unhappy. If this gift has been given, it’s to remind you there is always a plan. If you fear you’ve been sidetracked from your right path, have faith you’ll be guided back to it. There is not always a complicated reason why things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, it may be simpler than you think. Are you sure your prayers weren’t answered? Or was it a reply you refused to hear? You will find total peace when you appreciate the gifts you have, rather than pining for what you lack. Sometimes, we all need to be reminded that the point of prayer isn’t to get what we want, but to ask to be of service. Cool Lemonade reminds us to only seek to be of service in our lives, closeness with Spirit must always be put before what we’d like to have.

Yellow may be a lucky color 💛

[egg-emperor]

Based on Dream Team's intro and general theme of the game, how much are we betting that Eggman will be a eldritch horror when we get to the final boss with him?

(Also, who would have thought we get Super Eggman this year? xD Of course he would want to beat Sonic at his own game. If the last few stories are anything to go by, it seems he's doing this via the Phantom Ruby, which is what he's been using to create anomalies across the world. )

YESSS it seems likely, it'll be so awesome if he gets to be the eldritch horror final boss this time with his huge love for them. The best final boss where there's a big scary monster involved is for Eggman to still be in control of it instead of betrayed as is what most often happens instead but him actually BEING it would be even better! It's his turn to be the beautiful horrifying beast and show those that only want eldritch horror final bosses that he be a great one too! XD

Even if it's not exactly literally him and some kind of dream manifestation as he appears to be, it counts. The design of giant Eggman being able to summon badniks and have multiple arms like a spider is so cool, I'm really intrigued to see if he has and other cool forms/abilities. 💜🥰 And the other Eggman themed enemies like that crabmeat will be fun! I'm intrigued to see if/how much actual real regular Eggman is involved too, since concept art seem to point to some degree.

And yes him finally getting a super form is huge too! I do like how he's never gone physically super in an actual game as it shows how strong he is to put up a good fight against Sonic and co despite their crazy powers and super forms with the power of his brilliant genius mind and creations made possible with it. But we got the best case scenario for an official Super Egg, for him to still be fat instead of randomly muscular and with a glorious gold stache 💘

I admittedly haven't gotten to reading the rest of the Sonic Channel monthly stories from this year because I was just waiting for Eggman to finally show up lol but it was about the characters being transported into alternate universe scenarios or something, wasn't it? So I'm not sure if this is supposed to be a real situation or a what if but it's fantastic either way! And I recall the characters having assigned chaos emeralds, looks like Eggman is the phantom ruby!

The first part of the two part story was great so far, looking forward to reading the second part that will really get into the Super Eggman stuff and see what's going on with it! I'm sure it's gonna be epic :D

[commenter2]

"Mammon's Magnificent Musical Mid-Season Special featuring Fizzarolli" review

Let’s see Fizz handle Mammon’s BS. SPOILERS and long post warning

Well the video’s image already confirms Mammon is evil and seems to have an odd relationship with Fizz, but that was a given fact.

Teenage Fizz and Blitzo!

ITS KNIFEY!!!! KNIFEY IS MAMMON’S VOICE!

Let’s be honest, Mammon could have treated that Imp kid much worse so its nice to see him not.

I’d brag that I was right about Mammon exploiting Fizz, but that was obvious from the start.

You’d have to admire Mammon for being honest about his feelings.

The moon of the Greed ring is a giant coin, but it looks like a hologram of some kind to me.

So that’s why Fizz was cautious towards that fan on the “Ozzie’s” episode. I also feel like it’s a joke making fun of hardcore fans of a franchise, who think their ideas should become actual canon in said franchise.

Froggie? I get that’s its likely referencing how Fizz jumps around, but what’s wrong with Fizzy? Wait wasn’t Blitzo called that in “Western Energy”, and was insulted by it?

Obviously we all love seeing Ozzie care about Fizz’s happiness and wanting to protect him from his fans and Mammon, but I don’t fully believe Ozzie when he says he doesn’t want to build sex robots that look like him. Maybe he wants the robots for himself XD.

While Ozzie is talking to Blitzo, you can see one of his rooms having gear designs on the wallpaper. I know it’s been confirmed that he is a skilled inventor, but I like seeing that as it shows the writers are showing that he is more than just the embodiment of lust/Fizz’s boyfriend.

IDK about you but Ozzie’s new outfit makes him look like Valentino a bit. There has been a joke about how "Val is copying Ozzie" so maybe it’s a joke about that, just neither are copying each other and its just coincidence?

Just like Stolas can, Ozzie can become a pile/form of something, in this case fire. Could this be enough to confirm that he is part phoenix like I brought up before? I also feel like it’s a joke about the “flames of passion” saying.

Helsa von Eldritch!?!? Oh wait that's not her, just girls named Glitz and Glam. Apparently they are voiced by the VA who voiced Katie Killjoy in the pilot. I wonder if their audio will be used in future fan made Katie Killjoy funny vids?

What’s with the spider webs? Is Mammon supposed to be a spider demon? Could it be a refence to Angel Dust?

I’ve been waiting to talk about that scene of the girl getting her eyes burn ever since it appeared in the 2022 trailer. First off I can strangely see pics of her and that Imp she was on becoming a couple, if you ignore the sign she had. I could see a comic where he took her to a hospital which she finds sweet and then the rest is history. I can also see a comic where Lilith Morningstar forces Mammon to pay for her medical bills due to a combination of not liking Mammon and as revenge for his statement about women not being funny.

Mammon keeps claiming he never had a son, which I feel like is building up to the reveal of Wacky Wally being his son. Fingers crossed :3

Blitzo can still do the Spider-Man upside down hanging. That is going to make a lot of Blitzo X Stolas fans happy XD

The moment with the deaf child has to be the cutest moment in the season so far.

It’s that stalker guy from before, he surprisingly looks good after all that time.

MAMMON IS A SPIDER DEMON! Honestly I don’t really like that as we have enough animal demons as it is, so it would have been nice if he was similar to what Lucifer is, or a few of the fallen angels that still look like angels to some capacity.

Heh flying fishes XD. The song is also really nice too.

Why hasn’t Fizz tried calling Ozzie for emotional support?

You can see a game called Fizzopoly in the background. Knowing the real life Monopoly brand, I can see that becoming a real toy one day, or at least a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss themed one. Would you buy it if it was a real thing?

There’s Ozzie. Also “character too big to get through door” cliché, but at least he can teleport to solve that problem.

There first “I love you” moment!

I know it was just played for fun, but I wonder if Blitzo (at this moment in time) is a bit jealous of Ozzie being with Fizz. That or he is just that neutral about it but he expresses it in insults.

I’m just noticing the electricity Mammon gives off. With Ozzie having fire, I wonder if this means the other sins have master of a certain element or something similar, except Lucifer who has mastery of all. Leviathan would obviously be water, Bee I think would have air via flapping wings, and maybe Satan could be Earth though that’s where my theory breaks down as we have seen Imps use and control fire too.

Wow 4 songs in 1 episode.

I wonder if this episode is giving us a glimpse of what Angel Dust is going to go through with Valentino in Hazbin Hotel?

Not really liking Mammon’s full demon form.

YES! THE FIGHT IS HAPPENING!

Wait is that Ozzie’s full demon form? It looks more like a power up. Hopefully that is the case and maybe one day we can see a proper full demon form.

Wally is there, thus ending the “Mammon is Wally in disguised” theory. Still think they could be father and son.

Muppet Fizz meme parody. Still hoping for a Ozzie as Cookie Monster parody someday. Also one of the guys 3 phones has a text saying “expect fan art soon”, once again showing how self-aware the writers are about the fandom.

WAIT NO FIGHT!! DAMMIT!!

Mammon says Ozzie is going to regret revealing his feelings to everyone, but I don’t see how Ozzie is going to face consequences for his actions. The only thing I can think of is a scenario where the other sins make the two go through an investigation similar to that one episode of “Parks and Recreation” just to see if Ozzie did something big for Fizz via favoritism that could be unfair for other demons or worst case scenario, get Hell in trouble with Heaven. Is it possible that the Goetia community could use this somehow, like overthrow Ozzie, or something related to what’s going on with Blitzo and Stolas? Could this start some kind of war, like Mammon has lost some profits (like $100 worth) and just decides the best thing to do is kidnap Fizz and force him to work for him? Mammon is pretty dumb, so I could see him doing such a thing.

I hope we see the twins come back one day. I could definitely see them becoming rivals of Verosika Mayday.

Looks like Ozzie platonically likes Blitzo now, if him smiling about his sexual question is any indication. I wonder if this will result in Ozzie trying to help Blitzo and Stolas get together!

Another great episode. I really liked how I was another episode centered around a reoccurring character like Fizz with little to no Blitzo, which is good from time to time. I also think having the VA of Knifey being the VA for Mammon is a perfect fit.

I definitely love that I was pretty close to getting the plot of the episode right, while also improving on it such as having Fizz wanting to try and be the best for himself instead of being blinded by idolizing Mammon.

The biggest thing I disliked about the episode was that we didn’t get to see Ozzie and Mammon fight, I mean come on we were so close. Maybe if we had less songs we could have gotten it. I also didn't like Mammon and Ozzie's demon forms as they don't look that different compared to seeing Stolas go all demon. Hopefully that was some kind of mid transformation, as turning into their fun demon form could have destroyed the whole area alone.

According to the order of upcoming Helluva Boss episodes, looks like the next episode will be a Stolas episode, and with the name “The Full Moon” it sounds like we will learn a bit more about Stolas’ book and FINALLY learn why he needs it on such nights. It’s also likely going to have Stolas and Blitzo get on better terms and maybe start off as being friends this time before becoming a couple later in the season.

I think it would be fitting to have the episode come out on the day/night of an acutal Full Moon, like the creators of Helluva Boss use to do with the character instagram accounts.

What were your thoughts on the episode?