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etoiile · 1 year ago

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CLINGY

starring suna rintaro!

synopsis: when suna pushes your hug off of him, it makes an insecurity grow.

notes: first time writing for hq! def very very ooc for him but wtv im working on it

your possibly biggest fear ever was being annoyingly clingy.

your main love language was physical touch, and you had a very clear way of showing your love and affection. any one of your friends could easily say, "yep, they're really clingy," because you were. you'd greet them excitedly with a hug, cuddle with them during movies, and sling an arm over their shoulders when sitting next to each other.

you knew that you were clingy, and it didn't bother you much. no one around you seemed to dislike it and you knew yourself how much you'd like it if someone paid that much attention to you. you felt most loved when you felt seen, and having someone shower you in hugs made you feel that way, so you did it to other people, to show them how special they were to you.

one of the things that came with being clingy, however, was fear. fear that even though it was something you knew you'd appreciate, it was something annoying to others. the last thing you ever wanted was for someone to find you annoying to be around. that sounded like an absolute nightmare.

so, when you surprised rin with a backhug and he stood there, not reciprocating your hug, and then gently shoved you off, telling you he wasn't in a good mood, not to bother him, and to please, "stop being like a fucking mosquito clinging onto him all the time," you could feel your body trembling as you quickly retreated, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

when he later apologized to you, telling you he was sorry for lashing out at you, you accepted his apology, but the insecurity still lingered.

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suna was in a great mood.

he'd done really well at practice today, they got let out early enough that the sun was still out and shining, and he practically skipped home at the thought of coming home to your arms.

he unlocked the front door and yelled an, "i'm home," as he pulled his shoes off and set his bag down. you came over to greet him and he found his body tingling with excitement, ready to grab onto you and hold you tight.

"welcome home, rin," you smiled warmly at him, but then turned around and went back to your laptop. he stood there, dumbfounded. what just happened?

he followed you suspiciously, wondering what was going on. you always greeted him with a hug. always. why were you being different today? had you simply forgotten? no, it doesnt work like that. you didn't forget, you chose not to. why?

"...is everything ok?" he asked hesitantly. you didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so why were you acting weird?

you looked up at him, confused. "yeah? why, is something wrong?"

"yeah." he replied, plopping down next to you. "with you."

you frowned, your heart beginning to beat faster. first, you had stopped yourself from throwing your arms around him, which you so desperately wanted to do, in order to be less annoying, but there was still something wrong? what did you do? how were you still annoying him?

"...what do you mean?" you asked, trying your best to mask the nervousness in your voice. you really, really, really didn't want to be annoying. you wanted to be someone rin wanted to be around, not someone who pissed him off when he spent time with you. you really did want to work on the things he didn't like, and improve yourself for him. you braced yourself for what he might say next, reminding yourself that you can't cry just because someone brings up an issue about you.

"you didn't give me 'welcome home' hug." he muttered a little sheepishly, rubbing the bag of his neck. he looked up at you, his hazel eyes making your body feel like jelly. "did i do something wrong?"

you could feel your lower lip trembling as you tried to stop it. "..no! no, of course not. i just...thought that after what you...said yesterday, you'd want some space! i know im clingy, so im gonna work on it, ok?" you mustered out, trying to keep a smile on your face.

suna's eyes widened. he'd lashed out at you yesterday, but he'd apologized for it already, so he thought that meant you knew he didn't mean it. plus, you two were people who joked around a lot and spewed random shit all the time. he knew you knew that, so he didn't think it was on your mind and he didn't think you you thought what he said was true, because it wasn't. at all.

though, seeing as how you were struggling to keep it together, and how you hadn't welcomed him home with a hug for the first time since moving in together, he realized his words had cut deeper than he realized.

"hey," he turned to completely face you. "look at me." he gently guided your chin to meet his eyes, as you were apparently very keen on looking everywhere but him, and forced you to look at him.

"what i said last night... i didn't mean it. at all. you know i love your affection, right? i was just in a bad, bad mood yesterday, and 'm real sorry i lashed out at you because of it. i know i might be shit at expressing it right, but i love you and your clingy ass so much, and i'm sorry if it didn't seem that way. i love your touch and affection, really."

and with that, all of the fear came rushing out of you in the form of tears, and you jumped onto rin as you held him tight, your heart soaring in relief when he did the same. embarrassed to be seen, you buried your face in his chest and just sniffled silently.

"...you really mean it?"

"yeah,"

"it's not annoying? 'coz i want you to tell me if it is, and i'll work on it. really."

"it's not,"

"...you're sure?"

"i'm sure."

you then wiped your tears and giggled as you peppered his neck with kisses, laughing more when he scrunched up from the ticklish sensation.

"i love you," you said, stopping your flurry of kisses for a minute.

he gave you a boyish grin that made you melt and ran his hand through your hair. "i love you too, doll."

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

#ami writes 💌#this is ... kind of bad HAHAHA #first hq fic so im working on it!#wrote this js to get the juices flowing coz im having a hard time w my rqs #trust my next hq work will be better. promise!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #suna fluff #suna x reader #suna drabble #suna imagines

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yuquinzel · 2 years ago

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fluff ?? fluff. suna is a pining idiot, horrendously down bad <3 i just wanted to write for hq again :x

suna knows —knew— this is a bad idea. this was a terrible idea. it has a snowball's chance in hell of ever working out. so how the fuck did he let atsumu talk him into doing this?

it's raining, has been for the past fifteen minutes. he doesn't have practice today, which according to atsumu is a sign from the gods this is his chance, suna isn't sure he understands even know as he waits for you.

this is all a big gamble— a toss thrown in the air to see if it lands on the possibility that you forgot to bring an umbrella today. despite knowing this is truly a shitty idea, suna hopes that whatever gods atsumu was talking about listen to him today.

and then he sees you finally making your way towards the exit of the school gates, and as you come to stand next to him, as he glances at you from his peripheral vision, grimacing at the pouring rain and muttering something that sounds like —fuck, why is it raining in may— he thinks holy fuck atsumu was right. this is his day.

he waits, maybe you'll pull out an umbrella from your bag. but you don't, and suna fist bumps internally.

if he waits any longer, he knows it'll only give the moment an air of awkwardness it doesn't need. he needs to get his shit together and stop chickening out already. so he clears his throat, hopefully catching your attention.

“it's really pouring, huh.” he says, and then cringes internally.

“hmm,” you hum, your gaze finding his when you speak, “it really is. i think it's gonna take a while, are you waiting for someone?” you gesture to the umbrella in his hands.

okay, this is it. “oh, not really. i just like the rain.” he cringes for the second time in five minutes.

you chuckle amusingly, and suna feels his heart skip millions of beats in one second, “i like it too, but i don't fancy getting drenched.”

“oh, uhm,” he starts, eyes resting anywhere but you, “we can uh, walk together.”

you smile at him, pretty and kind, “oh, that's alright. you want to watch the rain, right?”

fuck— is this rejection? he wants to say that no, rain is pretty and all but you're beautiful right now as the dampness from the atmosphere makes your skin glisten, he wants to tell you he has been trying for the past year to get your attention, and that he really wants to walk with you.

“i want to walk with you.”

hmm, did he really say that? the words were just playing in his mind— when did they leave his lips as they have a will of their own?

“oh,” you say softly, “okay. let's do that.”

you smile, and suna takes a mental picture of this moment. it almost traps him in a trance. it's only when you step out of the gates, the droplets harshly falling on your clothes that he feels his feet move without his consent, arm automatically reaching out to shelter you from the rain again.

“let's walk together.” you tug him forward by the sleeve of his blazer.

“i was waiting for you.”

he's not sure what exactly is happening— his mind and body aren't in sync with each other, he's doing things without thinking about it. his thoughts are no less than his words, as if the moment they come to mind, they're pulled out by this unexplained force.

“were you?” thankfully you're still smiling at him, and he feels relief wash over him, “that's good.”

“it is?”

“i like your umbrella more than mine.” you answer, and something tells him you're not really talking about umbrellas.

and when he's walking with you, side by side. scooting closer because you noticed his shoulders weren't protected from the rain, he thinks then, that it wasn't intentional, it's just you— the subtle brush of your knuckles against his, the stretch of your lips to a smile he can only call mesmerizing, the lilt in your voice when you say his name. you who frees the words from his throat as if they've been caged. he's not surprised anymore when they leave his lips before he can stop himself— i like you.

suna likes you. he's never been more sure of it. when you only take his hand in yours in response, your smiling lighting up in sheer awe, he has a feeling you also like him a little more than you're letting on.

#❀˖° ─ hana writes.#i wrote this in fifteen minutes be gentle please #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x reader fluff #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #hq fluff

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ilaurabhdh · 3 months ago

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| My dove | Ben x reader | chapter 1 |

Masterlist

Warnings : none

Word count : 5.6k

A/N : you’re an alien but you mostly look human but you have halos and wings. English is not my first language but I still hope you’ll enjoy my work

Credits : @cafekitsune for the divider

Loud foot steeps echoed in the halls,the jingles of the many trinkets of its owner followed. They suddenly stopped. In front of a metal door, the owner takes out a badge for the door to scan.

Entering their home, the person found a special communication badge sitting on their table. Whiteout a word, they simply walk towards it and listen to its message.

The self proclaimed savior of the universe, Ben Tennyson, finally arrived back to HQ. Casually slurping his smoothie and walking over to his grandpa with cross arms and partner, Rook, both having waiting for him for too long.

"Sorry I'm late" Ben takes another slurp of his smoothie.

Grandpa Max uncrosses his arms, the little frown on his face still there.

"You're not on your own schedule anymore, Ben. You can't keep your partner waiting." Ben looked tiredly at his uncle, trying to come up with an excuse.

"I was...Off saving the universe !"

His grandpa glanced over at the smoothie cup the brunet held in his hand. Ben looked at where he was staring, not understanding what that look meant.

Grandpa Max smiled. "Good luck on your patrol, maybe with some luck, you two will meet your other partner."

"Wait ! Grandpa Max, what do you mean by other partner ? Don't you just mean Rook ? because I've already meet him !"

Ben did not want to deal with another person, Rook was nice enough but what if his new partner just ends up being bossy ? Plus, he'sBen Tennyson ! The savior of the universe ! On multiple occasions !

"I thought you were aware of our other partner ?"

"Wait, you knew ?!"

Ben looked at Rook with surprise, why does nobody ever tell him anything !

"I was informed of a third party, I do not know their name or face, all I know is that they are a high ranking member of the plumbers."

"And you're only telling me now ?"

"As I've already said, I thought you knew."

Ben sighs, maybe with luck, they won't meet they're other partner.

"Come on Rook, l'est go. I'm parked over here."

"We'll take mine."

Rook show what looks like a high tech plumber vehicle to Ben's interest, only to be disappointed when the vehicle moves to show a truck belonging to his grandpa's shop.

"Wow, I bet the girls all start screaming when they they see this ride rolling down on the block."

Rook only looks at him with confusion. "Females are not afraid of my vehicle. But they probably should be."

Rook smiled, taking his keys and activating his car, it slowly transformed into a more intimidating mini spaceship with the plumber symbol on its wings. Ben's mouth was agape at how cool the vehicle looked. Smiling while glancing at Rook.

"Sometimes, you're actually awesome."

Rook smiled. Ben quickly started to walk over the car. "Sometimes."

Rook followed Ben, not bothered by the cocky brunet's last comment. The vehicle flew off into one of the many secret tunnels, transforming back into a regular truck when it was about to enter a normal traffic.

There was no words exchange between the partners. Ben continuously slurped loudly on his smoothie, earning Rook's attention.

"I'm not familiar with human emotional cues, but are you angry at me ?"

"Nah, just bored. I'm feeling more like a tour guide then a hero lately. Over here, on your right you'll see a city and over on your left, you'll see something that we call water. Careful it's wet."

"Water is wet, I'm familiar with that."

They both smiled at each other. The brunet suddenly felt a bit of guilt for leaving Rook hanging.

"I'm sorry that I left you waiting around. I just don't want to change how I work. I've saved the universe a million times, at least." Ben takes more sips of his smoothie.

"That is why I look forward to this. I hope that the real Ben Tennyson lives up to the legends."

Ben stopped drinking his smoothie the moment he heard his name and legend in the same sentence. He looks back at his tall partner.

"Thy're legends ?" Rook nods.

"They can't all be true thought, for instance, alien X. That's just a rumor a fan made up and put on the extranet, right ?

Ben smirked."Alien X is real." He proudly claims.

"He is ?" Rook turned his head to Ben's direction.

"Show me, change into alien X right now."

"I'd better not." Rook's head turned back to the road.

Ben played around with his smoothie cup."It's a whole things."He then went on to continue drinking his smoothie, Rook gave Ben a side eye.

"Just as I thought."

"Look, find us a little heroing to do and you can tell me if I live up to the legends.

The truck suddenly rolled faster on the road. The two actively searched for any criminals or criminal activity to resolve, only for it to end up with alien eating cars that stopped the moment they saw Ben and a thief that returned the bag to an old lady.

The two heroes only ended up back in Rook's truck, observing their surroundings. Rook eating chips while Ben only lounged around comfortably.

"Some heroeing so far. At least the world is safe from car munching aliens."

Ben put his arms on the solid construct in front of him and rested his chins. He pointed out to a teenager walking by them.

"Look, some normal dude."

Ben got up from his position and sarcastically commented. "Maybe we should arrest him for jaywalking."

Rook didn't respond for some time, his keen eyes could see that the teenager had some kind of alien technology.

"His phone shouldn't be powered here on earth. Is that normal ?"

The teenager with black and red hair, held some kind of phone, wired to his backpack.

"No, that's not normal."

They both got out of the truck and followed the edgy teenager into a dark alleyway in a not so discreet manner. Catching the attention of the teen, who ready himself to shoot them. Ben used himself as a shield to protect Rook, the teen hastily runs away.

"You're welcome."

Ben says to Rook as they both quickly got up and chased down their attacker. The attacker take another turn toward a dark alley. Before the duo are able catch him, the teen gets in his car and drives away. Ben smiles and gets up before Rook.

"Finally, some action."

Ben runs directly towards a wall while using his omnitrix.

"Bigchill, will let me cut right into these buildings."

Only for him to transform into some kind of fire alien and slam himself into the wall. Ben scratches a bit his head, Rook joins his side.

"Heatblast ? Seriously ?"

Ben and Rook both look at the giant building in front of them.

"Time to improvise."

The brunet used his fire powers to fly over the building and catch up to their attacker. The edgy teen tried to shoot the flaming alien, only to barely manage to pass by Rook's truck. The later transform his truck into a flying plumber ship and chased the teen with Ben.

Ben was able to use his flame powers to melt the red car's wheel. His omnitrix started beeping, signaling that it was about to go on cool down. As Ben transformed back into a human, he braced himself for the pain of the crash against the floor.

On the other hand, the edgy teen took that opportunity to run away. Before the teen could get away, a figure appeared in the sky and tackled him.

Rook quickly got out of his car, only to be meet with a [hair color] haired girl cuffing the teen as he protested.

"What is your deal ?! I wasn't doing anything !"

Earning a harsh pinch on the ear from the girl.

"I just saw you attempt shooting two member of the plumber's organisation and actively running away from them with no justification. You'll complain to the judge, not me."

"And a super hero !" Ben joins Rook side, looking as perplexed .

"Who are you ?"

The girl turned her head away from the criminal and the omnitrix user. She handed over the criminal to the taller alien.

The multiple rings above her head shining beautifully under the moon, two of them were golden, spiky and crossed, near the back of her head but still large enough to be visible while another less large golden halo floated directly above her head.

She wore a pair of black short and black shirt that went up to the middle of her neck, the shirt exposing her shoulder with lower frilly [favorite color] sleeves over long black sleeves that stopped at her fingers, only exposing her ring and index fingers . On her thighs [favorite] thigh bracelet, and [favorite color] flat shoes.

The many flower and bell trinkets on her stood out : on the three floating rings near her head, on her ankles, her sleeves and her waist.

"I am [name], no last name. I am a

Magister under the plumber organisation and your new partner."

Rook's eyes widened while Ben still looked unimpressed.

"I am Rook Blonko. You really are magister [name] ? It's an honor to meet you." Rook's eyes shined with admiration.

Before Rook could advance towards you, Ben stopped him.

"How can we trust you ?"

The halo floating directly above her head moves in front of her, she puts her hand through it and takes out a plumber badge.

"Excuse me of my tardiness, the day we were all supposed to meet, I was held up by some extraterritorial affair. Don't get the wrong idea, I would rather not work with you." You pointed at Ben. "I only accepted because your grandfather requested it, I could not refuse a request from him. I owe him a lot."

Rook looked excited to work with you, Ben looked tired and disappointed. You walked over in front of them.

"Also..."

The two boys received a slap at the back of their head.

"How could you cause so much damage on your first mission together ?! Do you know how much property damage you've both caused ? Most of the plumber budget is wasted to fix everything you've both damaged ! Have you also thought of some aliens or people that could've been hurt ? Also about some that cannot afford insurance ?"

Ben tried soothing the pain. "Aliens have insurances ?" You pinched the bridge of your nose, already annoyed and tired. You quickly took out your plumbers badge and sent a voice message. "Send compensation to the aliens that have been harmed or have had property damage and make them sign an insurance, over." Ben only grumbles as he went on to checked the weapons the now handcuffed teen had. You stayed on the sideline while your junior plumber was holding onto the criminal, observing what the so called "hero of the universe" would do.

"Alien communicator, alien weapon...Please tell me you're working for somebody big and dangerous so I could kick his but." A vein popped up on your head, Ben Tennyson had to be one of the most obnoxious person you've had to deal in a long while.

The teenager with a red hair strip only scoffed.

"You guys wouldn't last a minute against my boss." The teen smiled proudly.

Humans are such difficult species to deal with...

There was suddenly a weird noise coming from the teen's car engine. Everyone's head turned towards it.

"This doesn't sound like a typical earth combustion engine."

"Well, lest hurry and find out." The three of you walked closer towards the red car.

"Who's opening it ?" You asked, not wanting to open it in case it was some kind of farce or explosion.

Ben looked at you with a smirk. "Ladies first !"

"Shouldn't the male go first ?"Rook responded innocently.

This poor unfortunate soul, he sadly had to partner up with a doofus.

You sighed as you opened the car engine, only to be meet with a cracking yellow container. And just as you expected there was some kind of explosion. Your wing appeared out of reflex as it shielded you and your teammates. Your right wing was as white as snow while your left one was holographic but able to protect Ben from the explosion.

"What the f-" You put your holographic wing over Ben's mouth.

"No swearing when I'm here." Brook looked amazed and shook at the same time.

"A halo, [eye color] and wings...Arr you perhaps an ornix, magister [name] ? Weren't they-"

"We'll talk about it another time. I think we have a bigger issue to deal with."You pointed at the black and yellow humanoid batteries.The little electric creature turned itself into lightening and quickly jumped onto the red hair streak teen that was trying to run away.Opening the metal backpack to reveal another one of his. There was now two megawatts.

"Megawatts ?I haven't seen these guys in years." Ben said in disbelief.

"They are Nosedeenians's from the Nosideen Quasar planet. They are know for being mischievous, not knowing the repercussions of their actions but do not hold any ill will against humans unless provoked." You take out one of the many trinket decorating your halos, specifically a flower formed only with cubes. The moment you touched it, it recognizes you and formed into a tablet with a special pen provided with it. You starts writing down everything that happened until now.

"We get it Einstein but I think the name I found is way better." Ben proudly proclaims.

"Are they registered in the intergalactic data or library ? I think not. Also, who is this Einstein ?" You said while looking at the official information recorded about the species on your tablet.

"Then I'll have to request it, they'll for sure are going to accept mine immediately !" Ben joked, not noticing the side eye you were giving him.

"I doubt it." You returned to looking through some of the files, taking his words literally .

"Your sense of humour is as dry as the Sahara desert..."

"I do not want to interrupt your conversation but what should we do about these Nosedeenians ? I haven't face a nosedeenians until now. Any advice ?" Rook turned towards you and Ben. You all watch the megawatts electrocute the other teen. Before you or Ben could answer, one of the humanoid batteries used its power to pass through the blue alien's weapon only to shock him afterwards.

Ben looked tiredly at Rook being shocked by the two megawatts.

"Try not to let them zap you."

"Is that the only advice you can give ?" You gave him a disappointed look.

"Got any better, miss know it all ?" He asked with sarcasm laced in his voice.

"Good point." One of the batterie like alien was now attempting to zap you. The electricity only passed through your halos and transferred itself to Ben.

"Ow ! Watch it !"

"I can't control where electricity goes." You feigned innocence.

"Can't control my ass ! I can see your huge smile ! How did it even not affect you ?!"

"My halo's can conduct electricity and transfer it wherever I want." You pointed at them "Also as stated before, do not swear in my presence."

"Well now thanks to you, I took your hit." After having their fun, the two Nosedeenians teleported themselves on an electric post. Taunting the three of you and afterwards trying to escape.

"We need to stop them !"

"Already on it." You and Rook said in unison. Rook and Ben started to chase the Nosdeenians while you used your wings to fly after these two little devils. Accidentally leaving behind the edgy teen, leaving him the opportunity to run away.

Even though you were pretty fast with your wings, the Nosedeenians were faster as the they travelled in their electric forms.

"If only we were in a more isolated area..."

You muttered to yourself.

"Says the person who literally is flying."

Ben's voice popped up in your earpiece.

"Which direction did the Nosedeenians take miss [name] ?" Rook's voice joined.

"Left and then straight" You informed them trying to catch up to the Nosedeenians.

You could see from where you were that Ben had transformed into what he called "clockwork" or a chronosapien. Rook had taken another route in hopes of ambushing the two black and yellow batteries. One of them had seen you catching up to them so casted electric shocks your way. You dodged many of them but they still managed to hit you, leading the little gadget creating your left wing to malfunction.

You safely landed near Tennyson, struggling to run in his clock form.

"Glad to see ya join us in this little chase..." Ben, still able to crack a joke even though he could barely breathe.

"Save it, we're losing them."

Your way was blocked by Ben who took a pause from running, too much out of breath.

"You're blocking my way ! Dam it, we've lost them !" You said a bit pissed, not at Ben but at yourself.

If I was able to dodge that beam then we wouldn't be here...

To both of your surprise, the little creatures returned towards you, taunting you.

"Wait could it be..." Before you could finish your sentence, the Nosedeenians were already back running. You and Ben both shared a glance and nodded at each other. You started to push Ben a bit to make him move faster, you weren't the strongest but you were at least trying.

When you arrived near the stairs, Rook cached up. You all watch the Nosedeenians going into of the warehouse. A beeping sound started to go off and shortly, Ben returned to his human form. He was clutching on you for dear life, taking multiple breathes. You really couldn't car less at the moment. Rook appeared worried as he approached the savior of the universe.

"Are you okay, Ben ?" Ben raised his hand for second to signal for more time.

"Give me a sec, so I don't hurl..." Rook turned his head back at the warehouse. "It's a miracle they didn't escape a chronosapien." Rook commented.

"They must have wanted us to follow them. I see no other reason." You responded. You were starting to get annoyed with the 'savior of the universe' sweating and panting while holding onto you. He better not use you as his personal napkin or puke on you. On the other hand, Rook, being the angel that he is was more preoccupied by Ben's state.

"Do you need more time ?"

"No, but if you see my face turning green, step back."

"Here, have this. It will probably help with your nausea." You take out a [favorite color] flower and handed it to Ben. He looked at you with confusion but you insisted on him sniffing it. As Ben took a few sniff from the flower, his nausea was starting to fade.

"I don't feel sick anymore, what flower is that ?"

You gently put the [favorite color] flower back on your halo. "I think it's best if you don't know. L'est move on, we have noosedeenians to catch up too."

You walked past the boys who only exchanged a shrug with his other partner. The three of you proceeded to run to the warehouse. After carefully entering, you all hid behind crates. The sight of the huge contraption keeping in the Nosedeenians horrified you. They all looked tired and hurt. The two previous Nosedeenians you were after were trying to free their own with no success. One of the two jumped repeatedly and waved his arms at your direction.

"I see it but I don't believe it. The megawatts need our help." Ben said out loud, his voiced echoed through the whole building. You put your hand over Ben's mouth and used your other hand to make a shush sign.

"As plumbers, we need to help every species suffering from the wrongdoings of others and punish them." You whispered.

"Someone has set up a factory that uses them as a power source." Rook whispered. Rook must have seen something as he quickly pushed you and Ben further into the crates to hide. You could feel Ben's little scream on the hand you were using to silence him. Ben pushed your hand over his mouth and gave you an annoyed look. You ignored him and looked at the direction your blue partner was looking at. On the upper level, a boy with a white Mohawk and wearing alien tech passed by. The boy soon noticed the two noosedeenians trying to free the others. He jumps down and uses his machinery to confine the two aliens in it and use them as power sources.

From behind you, you could hear electric sounds approaching you. Your team looked at each other and nodded. Ben kicked the person behind you to the wall.

"Not bad." You commented, quite impress.

"You haven't seen the best-" Ben was cut off, you were all trapped in some kind of electric force field. You gave a deadpan look at Ben while he gave you a nervous grin.

The criminal, Ben had kicked to the wall quickly got up and smiled when he heard the noise of the warehouse door open. A tall men with spiked hair and makeup on his face that resembled a skull entered with the previous edgy teen that ran away before, following behind.

"You better be worth interrupting my workout for." He approached a punching bag.

The subordinates that was holding the three of you hostage in his force field looked at his boss. "Look like spies, Fistrick."

The man named Fistrick throws the towel around his neck off and start punching the punching bad.

"You got spies ? In my house of business ?" He continuously punches.

You took that time to try and fix the engine that helped you fly while Rook was trying to make his electron entanglement disrupter function. He would sometimes silently pat your shoulder so you can help him a bit. Ben on the other hand was having a conversation with Fistrick and his 'business'. By the time they had finished their exchange, Fistrick noticed too late what you and Rook were doing.

The moment the force field was destroyed, Ben had transformed into a segmentasapian or what he called 'Blox' and went to attack Fistrick. Rook was occupied fighting one of the lackeys, you trusted his abilities in combat so let him deal with it alone. You ran towards the main machine that was keeping the Noosedeenians trapped. The system was easy enough for you to hack into it but took some time to load. Before you could actually free them, Fistrick ran towards your direction and pushed you as far as he could from the computer. He activated some kind of button and jumped into a hole that had opened up. Rook and Ben quickly ran your way and helped you get up.

"Are you fine miss [name] ?" Rook asked with genuine worry.

"You did take a pretty violent push." Ben said as he helped you up. You only coughed a bit.

"I'm fine, you get used it with this kind of job." You southed the pain on your butt.

A rumbling was heard from the hole the main criminal jumped into. The three of you took a few steps back when Fistrick reappeared inside a giant robot armor with a smirk.

"You've never asked us why we needed so many of these Noosedeenians." The capsule closes, the little screams of the Noosedeenians could be heard as their energy was forcibly used for the robot. "Lest take this baby for a test drive. It looks like I'm getting my workout after all." The machine starts taking steps towards your team. You all looked a bit surprised but prepared yourselves for the fight.

"A class twelve armored mecha suit. Have any of you dealt with one before ?" Rook looked at both you and Ben. "No, how do you beat it." Ben said seriously, specifically looking at you. "You could try alien X." Rook proposes, Ben sent him a glare. "Stop it."

"I've mostly dealt with diplomatic affairs but even so, our main issues is not how we are going to take down that mech but more like how are we going to take down the mech whiteout hurting the Nosedeenian." Red dots appeared on the three of you. You all looked at where it came from, seeing Fistrick ready to fire.

You quickly ran away before the missiles could shoot you. The last one did hit all of you, you were blown to the other side of the room, the boys were only blown a few feet apart the mech.

"Woooo, I love it !" You could hear Fistrick's happy voice echo, you just wanted to punch him right now. The moment he is out of that machinery, you are so going to pluck out each of his teeth individually...

Calm your murderous thoughts [name]...

Fistrick was more focused on the boys, you used that opportunity to try and fix your wing engine. By the time you had finished fixing it, the fight had been taken outside, with Ben transforming into a Galilean. You activated your engine and your holographic wing appeared, you flew outside and landed on the roof of the warehouse. You didn't know what happened to Rook but you had to help Ben, he was being repeatedly punched by the mech. You used two of your halos to hold back the mech's fists.

"What the...Seems like little lady over there thinks she can play hero." He struggles a bit but manage to take them off and tries to throw them back at you. The halos only come back to their original places and your smirk.

"This pretty lady only needed some extra time."

"What-" He was hit by a crane. You took a few steps aside as the mech was blown away and crashed through the roof and back inside.Rook got out of the vehicle for a second and waved at you "Thank you for your help." You gave him a thumbs up before quickly joining them. Rook turned towards Ben "And you're welcome."

"You guys came in clutch." Your short victory was soon over when Fistrick jumped back outside.

"Weak." He says

"Miss [name], Ben, I think I can separate the megawatts from the suit, but It will be a difficult shot. Try and get the suit to stop moving." Rook yells out

"Yeah, thanks Rook, I'll be onto that."

"We’ll be onto it." You corrected Ben.

"Ok, excuse me but what are we going to do ?"

"Try and submerge him in the nearby water, even though it's a type twelve machine, it has many flaws."

"Already on it."

The red mech ran towards Ben, before it could reach him, Ben used his gravitational powers to throw the machine close by to the water and putting pressure on it. Fistrick tries to relentlessly get up but you used your halos to pin the machines arms down.

"You two got anything else, hero and pretty lady or are you both just one trick ponies." He says mockingly. You royally ignored him, more concentrated on using your free hand to fill out the report for the mission you are currently dealing with on your tablet.

"Hey it's my first time using this guy, and little miss [name] over there probably has more tricks up her sleeve if she is a magister." Ben gave you a sly smile that you ignored in favor of completing your report."You might be able to withstand forty G's, but I don't think the docks can. What do you think ?"

At the exact same time, the docks had crumbled under the pressure. You quickly brought your halos back in their original places before they were submerged in water. Ben continuously put the mech in and out of the water, it looked like Ben was enjoying this a bit too much. You flew to his side and elbowed him.

"Come on, don't be a party popper ! I was just about to stop anyways." Ben laughed a bit.

You gave him a side eye."Tennyson, we have to save the Noosedeenians. Then you can do whatever you want with the perpetrator, that stays in line with the law of course."

"Why do you have to make it sound like I am going to do heinous crimes ?" Ben grimaced a bit.

The mech was now floating in the air, still as a rock. You looked towards Rook and gave him a thumbs up again. The blue alien took a deep breath and shoots his arrows on the back of the red mech. The containers on it all launched into the ground, the glass shattering and freeing all the noosedeenians in it.

"Nice shot !" Ben yelled towards Rook, you quietly applauded. And again, your victory was short lived when multiple missiles were launched at your way. Half of them were after Ben and the other, you.

Before the missiles even had the chance to touch you. One of your halos swiftly moved in front of you, now extended to protect you. All the missiles were swallowed in it with no effort.

"Whoa ! That's a pretty cool trick, mind if I send you more ?" Ben, just discovering his own orbit, was controlling the trajectory of the missiles that were aimed towards him. The same Halo approach Ben's orbit and swallowed all the missiles. A second halo was placed in front of Fistrick's mech.

You looked down at the mech again. Hearing's Fistrick's worry echo in the armor. "This is not good."

You only gave him a cold glare before looking back at your fingers. At a snap, you could launch everything at him.

"Comme on miss, we can make some kind of deal ! I'll give you thirty percent of the profit if you let me go !" The only thing he managed with those words was to piss you off.

"As a magister , my duty is to punish those who harm others and do not abide by the law. Do you think I would stoop so low ? You're only receiving what you deserve."

Snap

All missiles that were engulfed in your halo all come out through the one in front of Fistrick. Sending him and his Mech at the other side of the dock.

You only dusted yourself off as you approached Ben and Rook. They were quite shaken by how scary you looked a few moments ago. You only look at them confused. "Is there something on my face ?" You frowned.

"No, ma'm !" They both exclaimed at the same time. You shrugged it off, and walked ahead of them to go arrest the criminal and clean off the area.

"That wasn't easy." Rook said tiredly.

Ben transformed back into a human and looked at Rook with a smile. "It never is."

"Are you two coming ?" You called out.

Ben and Rook jumped out of fear.

"And also scary." Rook whispered shouted at Ben.

"Talk about new partner..." Ben whispered shouted back.

You all waited for a plumber team to arrive and clean the scene. All the criminals were arrested. You finish off the report and send it off back at HQ. Uncle Max happily walked over to the three of you with his own tablet and pen. You looked up at him with respect.

"I heard there's a colony of megawatts that helps power undertown." He informed.

That's weird, you've never heard of this information before...

"Since when ?" Ben voiced your thoughts out.

Uncle Max pointed at a direction and your gazes follow. "Since now."

All the megawatts that were saved, all entered a tube and waves back with huge grins at your team. It is a pretty nice ending.

"Anytime guys." Ben saluted the megawatts with some kind of earthling sign. You probably will have to study more on human culture...

"Don't the Tennyson legends usually end with some kind of blended beverage." Rook asked curiously.

"Are Tennyson's stories really that popular in plumber school ?" You ask Rook, intrigued by the beverage. Rook nodded and you let out a hum.

"You guys mean smoothies ?" Ben shakes one of his arms. "Nah, they're more of a daytime thing. At night, it's chilly fries!" Ben walked off in the plumber spaceship with one of his arms pumped up upwards

"Are those some kind of frozen meal ?" You ask, you've never heard of such foods before. You quietly joined Ben in wherever you all were going. You had finished all your paperwork currently. Might as well indulge yourself a little tonight.

"Okay." Rook seemed a bit exasperated with the food mentioned.

As the spaceship was taking off Ben had to mention one last thing. "By the way, Alien X is real."

"Why can't I see it ?" Rook asked.

"Mister Blonko has quite a valid reason to not believe you, Tennyson." You retorted back.

"You can just call me Rook, magister [name]. I don't deserve such title from a magister like you !"

You looked the other way. "Fine, mister Rook but I believe I believe your skills are really phenomenal. I am not as impressive as you are."

"Nonsense, you are one the youngest magister in history. You deserve every merit give magister [name]. Do not call me by any title. Just Rook."

You looked down the ground. "Okay, Rook. Then only call me [name] then." You muttered, loud enough for Rook and Ben to hear the hint of hesitation in your voice. Rook smiled and gave your a thumbs up. Now his attention was back on Ben

"But still, why can't I see alien X, Ben ?"

"Guys...there's some things you're gonna have to trust me on."

"Show us some proof then. With no proof , your words are as hollow as your mind, Tennyson."

"Hey ! What did I do ?!"

Chapter 2

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13keithxpidge13 · 2 years ago

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OH OH ! and miles wanting to count all of hobies piercings because hobie didnt remember how many he had (or even miles didnt ask and just started counting out of nowhere and surprises hobie hehehe) .. getting up really close to his face and noticing how pink hobie got . realising that he gets pink like that when he gets close to miles ....

"Have you noticed it at all?" Gwen asks him and Miles hums as he colors in his sketchbook.

They're sitting on top of one of the ledges in the Spider-Society HQ, chilling and relaxing as they wait for another mission to be announced. For now, Miles is biding his time by sketching.

Beside him, Gwen huffs and jostles his shoulder and Miles curses as he messes up his newest drawing.

"Gwen!" He shouts.

"I'm asking you a question," She laughs as he erases the imperfect line. "Have you noticed how Hobie changes colors?"

"Yeah," He gruffs out. "Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't," She says. "But...haven't you noticed how he changes color based on how he's feeling and that he goes pink around, well, /you/? And, /only/ you?"

"What are you talking about?" Miles glances at her with a raised eyebrow. "No he doesn't."

Gwen scoffs. "Yeah. He does."

"no he doesn't."

"he does."

"no!"

"yes!"

"Gweeennn," Miles whines and slaps his hands over his face as his cheeks darken at the implications of what she's saying. "Don't give me hope."

"I'm just saying," Gwen laughs. "It's pretty obvious."

Miles grumbles and glances away from her as he crosses his arms over his chest. "...I guess..." He mumbles and Gwen leans closer, humming. Miles puffs out his cheeks. "I suppose I /have/ noticed-"

"aHA!" Gwen shakes him and Miles breaks out into giggles. "I knew it! He sooooo has a crush on you! He likes you back, Miles, it's soooo obvious!"

"It's not!" He protests. "He's so indifferent I can never tell!"

"Well," Gwen smiles. "Why don't you try to catch him in the act? Make him bend to your cuteness and charm!" She teases as she pulls at his cheeks. "C'mon, I'll even help you!"

"But, how would we even do that in the first place?" Miles laughs at her poking. "It's not like I can just go up and /ask him/, he'll probably deny it! And, oh, maybe that will make him realize that /I/ like him! Gah! I can't!"

"You won't have too," Gwen reassures. "Just make him turn pink around you, do something that'll get him flustered and confront him about why he turns pink whenever you're around! Surely that'll lead to a love confession!"

Miles huffs in embarrassment and scratches at his sore cheeks that were whining from being pulled. "Oh, alright," He sighs. "But, /you/ have to help set up a time to do this!"

Gwen grins cheekily and pulls out her watch to message Hobie.

"Already on it."

"Uhm, thanks for coming over, man."

"Yeah, no problem, mate. Needed an excuse to leave my dimension fo' awhile anyhow."

Miles chuckles and tries to hide his nervousness as they both enter his room through the window he left open, being careful not to make too much noise as his parents were probably cooking dinner and he didn't want to disturb them.

They sit on his bed and a few moments of awkward silence passes by before Hobie bumps their shoulders together.

"somethin' you needed from me personally? Or did ya' just wan' hang out?"

"uh," Miles coughs and laughs nervously. "Well, uhm, I guess, uh-" He tries to come up with an excuse other than /I wanted to see you turn pink/, and then it hits him. "I, uh, I wanted to draw you!" He shouts and immediately curses himself for it.

Hobie blinks at him largely before laughing. "Ah, I see," He nods. "Ya' wanted a reference for ya' sketches? Well, all ya' had to do was ask, babe."

Miles laughs awkwardly and blindly grabs for his sketchbook which is on his bed.

"Uhm, okay," He brags as he holds his pencil shakily. "Can you uhm, can you turn so I can see your face? I need, uh, I need to get your facial structure right."

Hobie grins. "Sure, honey," He says and turns according to how Miles wants him too.

A few minutes pass while miles glances up and down, looking back up and down at him to make sure he's getting his face as accurate as possible. He gets so into drawing him that, when he glances up and sees the piercings on his face, he blinks.

"Oh," Miles deadpans and Hobie tilts his head.

"Hm?"

"Oh, uhm, well," Miles flushes. "I just, I noticed that you have a lot of piercings...I noticed it before but uh...you have a lot more than I thought."

Hobie grins cheekily.

"Ya' wanna count 'em?" He asks and Miles giggles nervously.

"Uhm, I might need too..." He says. "I wanna uh, I wanna get everything as accurate as possible."

"Mhm," Hobie hums. "I'm sure. Go ahead, love."

He had multiple piercings on his ears, on his eyebrows, on his nose...

Miles gets in closer even though his heart is racing and reaches up to touch his chin. "You've got one on your bottom lip, too?" He asks, tilting his head and attempting to remain calm. "It's big. Doesn't it hurt?"

Hobie's breathing echoes throughout his ear. "Nah, babe," Hobie laughs but it seems a little off. "Hurt at first but, uh, goes away after a lil' time."

"Yeah?" Miles brushes his fingers against his bottom lip and Hobie nearly jumps out of his skin.

Instead, his body goes /bright pink/ and Miles twitches.

"Fuck-" Hobie curses and stands up from the bed. "Sorry, fuck, sorry," He brushes his hands down his vest as though he were trying to brush away the color. "Sorry, mate. I don't know why it fuckin' does that shit, gods-"

"You don't?" Miles asks innocently. "Gwen said it was because your body changes colors based off your emotions like everything else does in your universe."

"That's-" Hobie stops and turns, mumbling something about Gwen being a snitch before he sighs. "Yeah. It does. It's fuckin' weird like that."

"Sooo..." Miles stands beside him and tilts his body closer to him. "What does pink mean? Because you go pink around me a /lot/, I've noticed. What is it? I won't make fun of you, dude."

Hobie's quiet, exhaling loudly through his mouth as he turns away and his cheeks seem to darken even further.

Miles' brows furrow. Come on. He has to /know/-

Hobie leans his head back and sighs once more.

"It's 'cause..." He swallows and scratches the back of his neck. "It's 'cause...I like ya', mate. Not in the bullshit platonic way either. Like, in the I kinda wanna kiss ya' and take ya' out to dates and hold ya' hand and shit."

Miles feels the breath punched out of him. "You-" He can't stop the wide smile that etches across his face. "Really?"

Hobie runs a hand down his face and mumbles; "Well, yeah..."

Miles almost jumps and down with joy until Hobie continues;

"I'm sorry, mate," He says. "I know it's prolly weird, ain't it? I don't wanna make ya' uncomfortable, love. If ya' want me gone, I'll leave, y'know? Just say the word, mate, and I'll be gone-"

"No!" Miles grabs onto him instinctively and Hobie jumps at it. "Don't go! You misunderstood me!"

"Wha-what?" Hobie stutters. "What're you talkin' 'bout?"

"You-I-" Miles felt his cheeks darken. He sputters for a moment and nearly lets go of Hobie's hand before the elder teen grasps at his fingers again so he couldn't get very far. Miles licks his lips and feels impossibly flustered.

"Miles?" Hobie leans forward, obviously concerned and curious. "What did you mean?"

"I just-" Miles turns his head away and Hobie shakes his head. "It's nothing-"

"nuh, uh, sweetheart," Hobie's smiling now. He's grinning from ear to ear and gently turns Miles to face him again and the younger teen is impossibly red. "Somethin' ya' wanna tell me? Like how I told you?"

Miles licks his lips and their eyes meet. Suddenly, a surge of confidence overtakes him and Miles grins.

"You wanna know what I meant?" He stands on his tip toes. "I'll show you."

He locks lips with Hobie and the punk grunts with it.

Miles grabs a hold of the back of his neck so he can force the elder teen to dip forward so Miles can get a better grip on him and he hums as Hobie licks at his lips

Hands grab at his waist and Miles squeals when he realizes how /big/ Hobie's hands are, how perfect they fit around him and his small hips. It makes shivers run up his spine like electricity and Hobie chuckles against his tongue as their muscles dances together.

Then, their lips part and a string of slick saliva is all that connects them.

Miles pants for air and knows his cheeks are flushed impossibly dark. Hobie leans forward again and kisses both cheeks, peppering his skin with soft slick kisses that have his breath hitching.

"Finally," Hobie murmurs. "Yer so fuckin' cute, love. So cute to kiss me like that."

Miles pouts. "It wasn't meant to be /cute/, man! It was supposed to be hot! I wasn't cute, I was /hot/," He whines and Hobie kisses his nose with a chuckle.

"Yes, yes, of course," He coos and Miles scoffs.

"Agree with me!"

"I am!"

"You're not!"

Hobie merely laughs and kisses him again, successfully silencing him.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse

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rottenpumpkin13 · 9 months ago

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Can we have a company party night that Rufus was out in charge of? He organized everything properly and now the actual event has come. All the Turks and SOLDIERs are present along with directors and a bunch of popular celebrities. What happens?

The Company Party From Hell #2

• Rufus has been tasked with hosting Shinra's annual charity ball. The event area at the HQ has been transformed into an opulent party, with all of Midgar’s elite invited to drink and dance as they please. It's the event of the year and everyone wants to be in attendance.

• Almost everyone.

*Angeal and Genesis drag Sephiroth into the ballroom, each of them holding one arm*

Sephiroth: I'm going to scream for help and embarrass you both.

Angeal: I once had to drag Genesis kicking and screaming from the book store after they sold out the last Loveless graphic novel. Nothing fazes me anymore.

Genesis: Please, as if I kick and scream when—SON OF A BITCH! SHE SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN SHE HAD THE CHANCE!

*Sephiroth stops struggling, he and Angeal look at Genesis like he's insane*

Angeal: What the hell was that?

*Genesis pulls his hair back to reveal wireless earbuds on both ears*

Genesis: I'm listening to a soap opera finale. I cannot miss it, so this is my brilliant solution.

Sephiroth: Don't you think people will notice when you start having meltdowns?

Genesis: What? I'm being so quiet. No one will notice a thing—AH HA! I KNEW YOU SLEPT WITH HIS MOTHER!

*Everyone turns around and looks at Sephiroth and Angeal*

Sephiroth: This is going to be a long night.

*Zack comes bouncing up to them, happily drinking a flute of champagne*

Zack: Hey guys! What's going on?

Sephiroth: I slept with Angeal's mother, apparently.

Zack: Cool!

Angeal:

• The four of them split up, Sephiroth and Angeal refusing to be anywhere near Genesis. They find a table and watch the party go by, talking to celebrities and other execs when the need arises. All is well, but Angeal keeps checking his phone and Sephiroth is getting suspicious.

Sephiroth: Are you waiting for a call?

Angeal: Actually, a text.

Sephiroth: From who?

Angeal: You might judge me, but I accepted an anonymous request to punch Rufus in the face. I'm waiting for the text from the anon so I can put the plan into action.

Sephiroth: I can't believe you would agree to something like that.

Angeal: They're paying me 10,000 gil.

Sephiroth: I can't believe you didn't ask for my help and agree to pay me 5,000 gil.

Angeal:

Sephiroth: What's the plan? You simply go up and punch him in the face?

Angeal: Uhh…I'll let you know when I get the text. Just don't tell Genesis.

Sephiroth: Bold of you to assume I would go anywhere near Genesis.

*They turn around to look at Genesis, who's seated at the next table with Tseng and Lazard*

Genesis: WHY WON'T YOU ACCEPT HIM AS HE IS?

Tseng: Genesis, is something the matter?

Genesis: HE LOVES YOU, YOU IDIOT!

*Lazard turns to Tseng*

Lazard: What is he talking about?

Genesis: HE LOVES YOU. YOU'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?

Lazard: Tseng, I had no idea you harbored such feelings for me.

Tseng: What!? Genesis, what—

Genesis: Ah, I see how it is. *Genesis stands up* You are in love with his brother. You're having an affair.

*Lazard turns to Tseng, alarmed*

Lazard: The Vice President???

Tseng: I don't know what he's talking about.

Genesis: Two sick individuals you are, fooling around behind his back.

*Genesis promptly leaves when Zack comes back with their drinks. Lazard turns to Tseng*

Lazard: How dare you have feelings for me while you fool around with the Vice President.

Tseng:

*Back at Sephiroth and Angeal's table, they continue to watch*

Sephiroth: Should we do something?

Angeal: We should've locked Genesis in a broom closet thirty minutes ago.

• Meanwhile, Zack and Genesis are walking around the party when Cissnei comes up to them in a hurry.

Cissnei: I need one of you to do me a huge favor.

Zack: Sure, what's up?

Cissnei: The target I've been tracking for weeks is here at the party, but I need to go undercover as a man to get near him. Can one of you switch outfits with me?

Zack: But you're wearing a dress!

Genesis: I would do it, but unfortunately I'm too busy listening to—I KNEW IT! I KNEW SHE WAS PREGNANT!

*People turn around to stare at Cissnei*

Cissnei: What's with him??

Zack: Don't judge him. Let him enjoy his soap opera.

Cissnei: I don't have a lot of time! Zack, can you please switch with me?

Zack: Ahh! Fine, but you owe me!

Cissnei: I know, I know. Come on, I'll help you into this dress

*Cissnei grabs his hand*

Genesis: HE GOT HER PREGNANT?

*People around them gasp and stare at Cissnei and Zack*

Zack:

Genesis: Apologies, dear, maybe I can help by doing your makeup so you blend in with the feminine crowd.

Zack: You think that'll work?

Genesis: Of course. I've also got a wig in my emergency makeup kit, so we're all set—SHE LIED. SHE'S NOT PREGNANT. SHE'S SCAMMING HIM FOR MONEY THAT WENCH!

*People gasp and stare at Cissnei*

Zack: Dude, I can't believe you'd like to me about your pregnancy.

Cissnei:

• Meanwhile, Sephiroth and Angeal have just separated Lazard and Tseng from a fight that escalated into a physical altercation.

*Genesis walks up to them with a very pretty girl in a glittery blue dress and long black hair*

Genesis: How's your night going? I just helped Zack—*gasp* HE GOT MARRIED TO HIS MOTHER!

*The bartenders and other people at the bar turn to look at Sephiroth and Angeal*

Sephiroth: Genesis, are you going to introduce us to your friend?

Zack: It's me! I look hot, right?

Angeal: WHY ARE YOU IN A DRESS?

Zack: I had to switch outfits with Cissnei so she could infiltrate a group of men in disguise.

Sephiroth: You're a good friend.

Zack: Thanks!

Angeal: Why couldn't Genesis wear the dress?

Genesis: AND NOW THEY'RE HAVING A FOURSOME.

*The people at the bar gasp and look at the four of them*

Angeal: Never mind.

Zack: Hey man, what show are you watching? It sounds intense.

Genesis: SHUT UP. SHUT UP. I KNEW SHE WAS A BITCH.

*At that moment, Rufus Shinra himself passes by and overhears this conversation*

Rufus: Rhapsodos, why are you screaming at our lovely guest?

Genesis, ignoring him: BECAUSE SHE FAKED A PREGNANCY TO SCAM HIM FOR MONEY, HAD AN AFFAIR WITH HIS BROTHER, AND IS NOW HAVING A FOURSOME.

Rufus: Oh my god. Is this true?

*Rufus turns to Sephiroth*

Rufus: Did this woman fake a pregnancy to scam you for money?

Sephiroth, nodding: And had an affair with Angeal, yes.

Angeal: WHAT?

Zack: Hang on, I didn't do any of this! I'm Zack, I'm just wearing Cissnei’s clothes.

Rufus: It's alright, miss, I'm not judging you.

Zack: No, I really am Zack.

*Tseng walks by*

Zack: Look! Tseng can vouch for me.

Tseng: Excuse me?

Zack: Tseng, tell Rufus I'm really Zack in disguise.

Tseng: I'm sorry, I don't know you. You do look familiar though.

Genesis: I can't believe this. I finally understood the full story. He was in love with him, but started having an affair with his brother behind his back. And now he got a woman pregnant.

*Lazard is walking by and overhears this*

Lazard: I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. TSENG, HOW DARE YOU CONFESS YOUR FEELINGS TO ME WHILE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE VICE PRESIDENT?

*The music stops, the whole party gasps and are now watching this go down*

Tseng: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Rufus: This isn't what it looks like.

*Lazard gestures to Zack*

Lazard: AND NOW YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS WOMAN PREGNANT.

Zack: I'M NOT PREGNANT. I'M NOT EVEN A GIRL. LOOK!

*Zack rips off his wig*

*Everyone gasps*

Sephiroth: I think there's been a misunderstanding. No one's pregnant, no one's having an affair with anyone, and no one is involved with anyone's mother in any way.

Angeal: Yes, if everyone will please calm down, we can sort this out without fighting.

*Angeal gets a text notification on his phone*

Angeal: 10,000 gil here I come.

*Angeal punches Rufus in the face, the crowd gasps*

Zack: WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

*Rufus is bleeding*

*Genesis is still listening to his soap opera*

Genesis: HE JUST CALLED HIM AN ILLEGITIMATE BASTARD.

Lazard: THAT'S IT!

• Lazard flies at Rufus and the two start brawling on the ground. Tseng and Lazard rush to pull them apart, but this ends up creating an even bigger fight when both Turks and SOLDIERs start attacking each other. The party quickly descends into chaos.

• Angeal pulls Sephiroth and Genesis out of there.

Angeal: Happy, Genesis? Look what you did!

Genesis: Me? You're the one who punched Rufus in the face!

Angeal: Yeah, but I got paid to do it!

Sephiroth: Speaking of which.

*Sephiroth pulls out a wad of gil from his pocket—10,000 gil*

Sephiroth: Angeal, here's the money you were promised.

Angeal:

Genesis:

Sephiroth: Yes, I believe this is what is called a plot twist.

#storytime #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #tseng ff7 #rufus shinra #zack fair

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loveephia · 2 years ago

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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! some HQ boys with a girlfriend that's the . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . complete opposite of their type. (atsumu and kuroo.)

a/n: i made up atsumu's type (basically m'just going off of saeko's appearance and personality. iykyk.) while kuroo's is canon.

⚠ warning/s: none.

ATSUMU MIYA

when you first heard that atsumu's type was an older girl with short hair and a rebellious personality, you got insecure quickly. you were the same age as him, your hair was definitely past the required length for it to be called "short", and you were literally the opposite of rebellious.

you stayed in school, obeyed your parents, refused to do anything even slightly against your morals, and you even ended up on the student council as a second year.

you were known as the virtuous and adorable secretary of inarizaki! how could anyone ever put your name and "rebellious" in the same sentence?

on the walk home with atsumu, you were gloomy about the dreadful topic all day because there were plenty of other girls that easily fit into the description of his type.

did he pity your confession?

atsumu noticed you being less responsive than usual, and he knew that something was up.

"hey, you okay, pretty?" he asked.

you sighed heavily, not wanting to talk about what's on your mind, especially with him. "i heard from osamu about your.. your type in girls."

atsumu raised a brow. "yeah? what about it?"

"i just.. why are you with me?" you started off strong, "i'm nowhere near your type. if anything, i'm literally the opposite."

atsumu blinks at you.

"what'd 'samu tell you?" he asks.

"that you liked older, short haired, rebellious girls?"

atsumu grits his teeth. that lying little pig.

he reassures you that you're exactly his type, and even if you weren't, he still believes that he'd fall for you over and over again.

KUROO TETSURŌ

you have short hair, and contrary to popular belief, kuroo likes girls with long hair, so needless to say that you got self-conscious.

you loved your short hair, but maybe kuroo would love you more if you grew it out.

so, by the next summer, you and kuroo are finally third years, and he sees your now beautifully long hair. it was practically shining under the warm sunlight.

"did you grow out your hair?" he asks, quite surprised, threading a small part of your hair with his long fingers. silky, he thinks. you hum, "just a bit. do you like it?" you ask, your tone full of hope.

"of course i do, kitten. but don't you like it short?"

"..yes, but—" kuroo's expression makes you stop talking. it's one of unhappiness.

"is this because yaku said that i had a type for girls with long hair?"

when you're unresponsive to the query, that only confirms kuroo's suspicion.

he sighs, "have you ever heard of the 'revisionist history'?" you shake your head.

"it occurs when people start dating somebody they like and their preferences change to match the traits of the person they're dating." kuroo smiles, tucking the small part of hair he was threading with earlier behind your ear. "so whatever you do with your hair, i'd most definitely still love you. you don't have to change yourself for me, or for anyone else for that matter."

his reassuring words were enough to make you tear up at that moment. it's nothing too life-changing, but it helped lift some of the heavy weight off your chest.

"wanna go on a date to the mall this weekend? i'll pay for your salon appointment." kuroo kindly offers, knowing how much you missed your short hair. you nod.

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beddybites · 10 months ago

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How did everyone else find out about the baby situation? Did the blood demon art (...I'm assuming that's what it was; on second thought I can't remember if you specifically said that's what happened) take a while to set in and they were already back at HQ, or did the kakushi find them and bring them back?

Also what were the other hashira's initial reactions?

thats still to be determined-- i have yet to really iron that part out. i was thinking the three had JUST returned from their mission when the blood demon art took effect

Alternatively, the three are hit with the blood demon art, and Sanemi and Giyuu's crows go to get help. Since Gyomei is closeby, he is the first to find the three. After reeling over these three tiny babies, he takes them back to the headquarters, where they inevitably face the rest of the Hashira!

what were their reactions...? great question!

Hashira Reactions:

Shinobu: she couldn't help but giggle at their situation, but she quickly looked them over and ensured they were healthy physically. after they found some fitting clothes, she began to endlessly tease the boys-- particularly Giyuu, because, of course, she would tease Giyuu. she kept joking about how cute they were and how they should leave them like that, which was followed by Sanemi trying to throw something at her but failing miserably. Giyuu reluctantly lets her hold him, and then it turns into Giyuu not letting anyone aside from his closest friend, except for Gyomei. Gyomei's wonderful. Rengoku, too.

Tengen: similarly, Tengen cracked up. at first he was more confused and taken aback than anything, but once he knew for certain they were okay, he began joking around alongside Shinobu. he vocally brainstormed what kind of outfits to put them in, resulting in all three babies shrieking/whining at him. he claims Sanemi right off the bat and learns the baby is super ticklish. He spends a good chunk of the interaction tickling the little guy whenever Sanemi gets frustrated or angry. at one point, Sanemi pulled on his hair, so he tickled Sanemi nonstop until the baby could babble strings of reluctant apologies

Gyomei: he's really conflicted due to his backstory revolving young children, but his caregiver instincts take over, and he fawns over them. being the one to find the babies, he's the first to hold and comfort them, so of course, being as paternal as he is, he gets attached. once he took them back to the other Hashira and explained the situation, Shinobu began checking their vitals and what not, and he would continuously pipe up to ask how they were. this was soon followed by him bringing up how they needed to get the babies fed and taken care of-- which, again, had all three in distress/embarrassed

Rengoku: His big brother instincts go CRAZY. Similar to Gyomei, he automatically begins fussing over them and asking a lot of questions to make sure they're alright—though Rengoku asks the babies directly: "Are you okay?" "How old are you?" "Which demon did this to you?" "Are you hungry?" "What kind of food do you guys eat?" "Or are you still nursing?"... that sort of thing!

Muichiro: oh he thinks the situation is hilarious. he's completely monotone and stoic during the first encounter, but the second he's with the three babies, he's teasing them. he talks to the babies as normal and will just calmly ask, "Do you need a nap?" and says things like, "You're fussing an awful lot. Maybe you need a bottle."

he's basically a little shit. however, he does ease up later when he realizes Obanai, in particular, is having a really hard time, and his soft spot for him becomes evident. Obanai always looked out for him, so he wants to look out for Obanai! he becomes his main target in the teasing but is also obviously Muichiro's favorite. Muichiro will ruthlessly tease Sanemi, though. he thinks its funny

Mitsuri: she was in TEARS the second she saw the babies, and Tengen had to hold her back from rushing over and scooping them up. she thinks they're adorable and is already scheming with Tengen on how to dress them up, and what to buy them, and what not! once she was given the okay, she darted over and fussed over the three like they were actual babies-- only to be mortified when she was informed they all maintained their memories. she was flustered for a while, but once Obanai began to get really distressed, she jumped back into action. she would end up cradling him and kissing his little head until he calmed down, and of course, everyone just gave them knowing stares. Obanai was very embarrassed. Mitsuri interpreted this as Obanai getting fussy again, so she just returned to snuggling him.

feel free to ask more questions or send in hcs and what not! i love this au oh so very much...

#askbites #tiny 21 trio au #demon slayer #kny #not artbites #deaging #agere #kny agere

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auroralwriting · 6 months ago

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illicit affairs

chapter three

biker!bucky barnes x stark!reader (turf war au)

tony's mad, bucky's curious, you're questioning where you belong

warnings: violence, language, small age gap (6~ years), angst, arguing, drinking, overall crime and gang stuff, sort of enemies to lovers

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tony spat as he angrily paced around the room. "Some moron paid off Quill and his gang to not fuck up The Avengers!"

"I knew we should've gone Hydra," Rhodey clicked his tongue as he looked up from scrolling on his phone.

Tony shook his head, "When I find the person who did this, I'll fuck them up myself."

Your brother's words made you increasingly nervous. It was you who paid off Quill. At least he didn't snitch that it was you. It still didn't help your nerves to see how upset Tony was.

"It was a bad idea anyways," Clint interrupted. He quickly retracted his words as Tony grabbed his collar, "Only because we should've done it ourselves!"

Bruce sighed, "We can't do anything too rash, otherwise The Asgardians won't help us."

"He's right," Vision confirmed, "They like peace until they're the ones to disrupt it. The minute we cross any lines, they're out of the picure. Bye-bye, Brooklyn."

"Kiddo, what're you thinking?" Tony called to you. You just noticed how you were picking at your skin.

With a shrug, you answered. "I'm just not a fan of all of this."

"Well they're all lying, pompous, pieces of shit." Tony scoffed. "They deserve all of this."

"But why?" You asked. The silence in the room was so much, you could've heard the dust flying around.

Tony pointed to the door, "Get out. Go home."

"But-"

"No! Go the fuck home," Tony yelled as you grabbed your bag and left the small HQ to head back to your apartment, wondering what you's said to make him that angry.

"What's on your mind, Buck?" Steve asked his friend as the two of them sat in the bar. It was always pretty empty during the day. It was the two of them, a couple in the cafe, and Coulson cleaning up.

Bucky shrugged, "Nothin',"

"I know that look, it's not nothing. Come on, I won't judge you." Steve pushed. "Is it about the Stark girl?"

"I just.. don't know how to place her," Bucky admitted. "Stark's such an ass, but she's just-"

"Sweet?" Steve offered.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, real fuckin' sweet. I mean, she could've got her ass kicked for us last night. I just don't get why she's bein' so nice when Tony's over there brainwashing her."

"I highly doubt he's doing that," Steve mused. "She wasn't around during the fallout. There's a good chance she doesn't even know what all of this is about, or you." Bucky felt his heart drop just a little when Steve added that last part. Truly, he'd never meant for Howard and Maria to get killed. He didn't know it was them transporting millions of dollars in art, otherwise he would've kept his mouth shut. "She really does seem to have a good brain in that head of hers."

"What are you thinking?" Bucky asked, watching as Steve's face twisted into that look he got when he got some brilliant idea.

Steve shrugged, "Maybe we invite her for drinks as a thank you."

"You think Stark-"

"I don't give a damn what he thinks," Steve cut Bucky off abruptly. "She's not his property. Let's give her a choice."

Bucky gave a soft sigh knowing Steve wasn't going to back off his idea. "Ask the others, let's see what they think."

"Already on it, Buck."

How could Tony just kick you out like that?

What could you have said that was so bad that your own brother would kick you out?

The thoughts spiraled in your mind as you sprawled out on your couch, a long, deep sigh pouring from your lips. It was only six and it felt like the longest day in the world. Not to mention your sub-group chat without Tony was blowing up your phone. You had to mute it to shut them up. All they were rambling about was if The Guardians idea was really the right one.

Clint had texted you as well. He asked if you knew who called off Quill. It was clear by his tone he already knew it was you. Clint always knew the sneaky things you did without Tony knowing. He kept things quiet. You liked Clint the most.

A strong knock shook you from your thoughts. You weren't expecting anyone, unless maybe Clint came over to question you further since you didn't respond to his texts.

You walked up to the door and opened it, shock filling your body when you saw Steve standing there.

"Steve," You breathed, unsure of what else to say.

"Hey, Stark." Steve gave a soft smile. He looked behind you and into your apartment, reminding you to let him in. You opened the door further and scooted out of his way so he could walk in. "Small place," He commented as he looked around.

"Big enough for one person," You countered, a smile playing at your lips. Steve wasn't here for trouble. "I would ask how you know where I live, but.."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah, we've all got our connections." He took a seat at the small bar-stool you had at your counter. "Pretty early to be sitting around at home."

You looked at your clothes, glancing down to realize you were in full sweats. "Yeah, Tony and I got in a disagreement today. Kinda spoiled the mood."

"What about?" Steve asked, genuine curiosity on his face.

"It's always something, I don't even know what this one's about." You sighed as you leaned against your wall. "You here to just chat?"

Steve shook his head, "Go get dressed, you're coming out with us tonight."

"Am I?" You asked curiously. "What for?"

"A thank you," Steve explained, "For the other night with Quill and his buddies."

If it was anyone else, you'd think you were getting played. Steve was different, though. He was genuine, he didn't bullshit with his kindness. Maybe your actions had bought you a one-way ticket to Steve's friendship. If that was even what you wanted. Tony would kill you.

"I'll go get dressed." Fuck what Tony thinks.

Steve waited on the stool as you changed in your room. "Where are we going?" You called out to Steve.

"The Grove," Steve replied, his voice loud so you could hear. "It's where we always go." Second time at The Grove, how exciting. "What do you want to drink? I can let Coulson know ahead of time."

You thought for a moment, "I'll do a cosmopolitan!"

You quickly touched up your makeup and walked out of your room, back to Steve who was waiting patiently. "A cosmopolitan, good choice." Steve smiled. "You all ready?"

"Yeah, let me grab a jacket." You said, looking at the muted news on your tv. "Never mind, it's going to be eighty. I won't need that."

"Especially with alcohol in you," Steve joked, opening your door for you. "My bike's outside, you can just ride with me."

You'd actually only ridden on a bike a small amount. Clint had one, but everyone else in the Syndicates had nice cars. It felt thrilling to be on a bike again. It made you feel even better when Steve handed you a helmet to wear. Thrilling but safe!

The Avengers and yourself were definitely a little bit tipsy at this point.

You were sat right in between Wanda and Natasha, who's head was currently on your shoulder to keep her upright as she laughed so hard she was shaking.

"And then he screamed louder than anyone," Natasha paused to wheeze in a breath. "I've ever heard!"

The table erupted in laugher, all besides Sam, who's face was heated while he scoffed. "It isn't that funny."

"No, it really is." Wanda waved him off as she hiccuped in laughter.

The only person not laughing besides Sam was Bucky. He was just oddly smiling to himself, unable to look up from his lap. Clearly the story had made him amused, but he couldn't look up at you.

"I would give all the money in the world to hear that." You admitted as you sipped your drink.

Natasha sat up quickly, "Here, let me try and replicate it for you." She falsettoed her voice and gave the most feminine, soft screech you'd ever heard, causing everyone to laugh once more.

"It did not sound like that," Sam muttered. "I'm too sober for this shit." He waved down Coulson for another one of his drinks.

"Okay, Stark. Give us something, you basically are surrounded by half-men all day. You have to have some funny story." Wanda asked as she set her attention on you.

You felt uneasy with the spotlight now on you. "Uhm," You hesitated. Honestly, you couldn't remember a time that was really funny. You were never invited to those sorts of hangouts. "I don't know."

"What?" Natasha was still smiling, but it was slightly falling as she shook her head. "You have to have something."

"I actually want to circle back to when Sam tried to flirt with that stripper who immediately tried to make him her toddler's daddy." You hoped the reference would side-track the table, which it immediately did as Wanda and Natasha cackled.

The look on Steve's face was telling; he knew exactly what was going on inside your head, and that was scary. You were quick to notice that was the first time Bucky had laid eyes on you, too. You turned your head to Wanda as she told the story, Sam trying his best to shut her up as she spoke.

Steve's face turned to stone, but inside, he was going over a thousand different thoughts. The first step to his new plan was getting Bucky and yourself acquainted.

"Bucky, do you think you could take Stark home for me?"

#bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #bucky barnes imagines #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x you

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nekokoaa · 2 years ago

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The Agreement - Miguel O'Hara x Therapist!Reader (I)

Summary: It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

In other words, you and Miguel make a deal.

Rated Explicit, fluff, smut

1.3K words | (1/5) chapters

Author's notes: Yes I came back just to jump on the Miguel train! :) I love Across the Spider-verse and I love Miguel. I just wanna comfort him and I’m sure you do too! Enjoy!

Also on AO3

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It started as an agreement and then came the first session. Honestly, you’ve seen your fair share of trauma being a therapist for Spider-people, hell, you’ve even gone through it yourself. Losing Aunt May, Peter L. Parker, and then Harry… you were never the same again. Yet you learned how to cope, how to survive. You made trauma your bitch and it was all due to understanding your psyche. And… also because of your Ph.D. in psychology. So it wasn’t a surprise that your schedule was always packed with various spider-people from different dimensions. Everyone wanted to know your secret. Everyone wanted to know how you were able to move on. It was the same story—different variations, sometimes in a different order. It was plaguing their minds, some coped by burying their heads in their work, others just lived with the guilt. But a few, like Miguel, were always reliving it.

Miguel O’Hara. Spider-Man 2099. You didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was undergoing the same canon-event trauma as the other Spider-people. You didn’t know which ones since he never shared it in his first mandatory session. The only thing he was willing to share was his desire for a family and the mistake he made that cost an entire dimension to collapse.

Later, his sessions felt more like a briefing of your work, gauging the mental state of all spider-people to know if they're capable of working. You would always tell him the session was supposed to be about him but he would brush it off, saying he had too much work to do before leaving your office. And as always, you would watch his retreating back. His shoulders looked so broad, they could hold mountains—perhaps holding the weight of the multiverse could do that to you. A wise man once told you, “with great power comes great responsibility—strength, resilience.” But you knew what great power could also do to a man.

If the loneliness spewing from his demeanor wasn’t obvious enough.

Today it was your turn to enter Miguel’s office. Upside down, you tread along the ceiling, your hair obeying gravity and hanging limply in the air.

His office was mostly dark with an orange glow from the holograms in front of his monitors. You didn’t miss when he quickly swiped one of them away, his back stilling.

You were sure Miguel already knew you were here.

You lowered yourself with your web, turning your body upright until your feet reached the floor of the floating platform. He turned his head, not enough to look at you but enough to acknowledge your presence. His shoulders look wider— trembling even.

Sadness? You stepped forward and he turned back to face the monitors, fingers tapping away against the orange holograms. No, it was anger.

Minutes went by of silence until Miguel’s hands dramatically dropped to his sides, sighing. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled lightly, stepping forward. “Our first session, remember?”

“Don’t tell me you were serious about that,” he spitted out, hands returning to the holograms. He was investigating an anomaly that appeared on Earth-55, it was probably that villain belonging to Earth-1001. Lately, he’s been jumping from dimension to dimension, and not because he had the ability to do so. Miguel’s been tracking him down for days and trying to figure out what could be causing the rifts in the dimensions.

Meaning: he hasn’t been getting any sleep.

Miguel was a spider-man shouldering the very existence of all spider-people universes. With the connections of fate being as fragile as a spider’s web, a day of rest could be detrimental.

To feel as though you’re the only Spider-Man in the room while being surrounded by spider-people who understood you the most was a feeling Miguel was too familiar with. He never mentioned it in his sessions but you could see it in how he carried himself in front of his agents, how he stared at Peter B and Mayday, and how he looked when you first caught him rewatching himself with “his” daughter. Certainly, he was reliving his trauma.

“Of course,” you stepped forward until you stood directly behind him. His body stilled when your arms slowly encircled his waist. You could feel his muscles tensing. His fingers froze in the air. The orange glow from the holograms deepened like it was spreading to your bodies. “Weren’t you?”

You whispered and Miguel didn’t say a thing. Of course, he was warm like you imagined when you were preparing yourself for this. The scowl on his face often gave an impression that he was as cold as he looked. But he was very much alive like the rest of you—alive with emotions.

When you suggested he seek affection from someone to mend his trauma (that he never admitted having), he looked at you dumbfounded.

“Sometimes all we need is a hug, maybe a hand to hold to get rid of those troublesome feelings.”

And when you suggested that “someone” could be you, Miguel thought you were losing your sanity. It was no easy feat to convince him of the agreement. It took a few weeks until you got a very very annoyed “Okay” from him, probably to stop you from always bringing it up whenever you saw him.

It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

You rested your head against the middle of his back, arms tightening around him. You expected him to say something but he stayed silent, reddish-brown eyes staring into the monitors. It wasn’t just Miguel who was warm, but the space around you too—like the energy had shifted the moment you touched him.

Your skin under your suit started to prickle as if it was being pinched. The orange tinge of the holograms slowly blended into a deep red, the temperature rising as sweat appeared at your temple. Miguel could probably feel your heart rattling against his back. But like a rock, his muscles tensed up and his hands closed into fists.

Everything in your mind was telling you to let him go but you held on despite sensing the anger rising within him. Since losing his “daughter”, Miguel had closed himself to affection. Usually responding in annoyance or anger if he were to receive it. He had accepted his destiny long ago of being a loner. And any ounce of affection reminded him of his loss—and what he could lose.

Miguel’s hand moved on top of yours. Hissing in pain, you pulled your arms away from his body and immediately looked at your hand. His claws had pricked you. Thankfully, there was no blood.

“Session’s over, doc. That’s enough.” His voice was laced with venom. This time he partly turned to look at you and your heart sank seeing his deep red eyes. The outline of his figure was stained by the burgundy hue of the holograms. Perhaps the trauma of Miguel O’Hara was deeper than you thought. Your spidey senses were telling you to get out of there. This time you listened.

“Okay,” you shot your web towards the ceiling, quickly propelling yourself up and out of his office. Miguel sighed, burying his head in his hands before returning to his work.

Next Chapter

#miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x you #marvel #sony #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man: into the spider verse #fanfiction #fluff #angst #smut

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hopelessrromantix · 1 year ago

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Sending a less intense ask now that I know you didn't disappear. How about Miguel x male reader who's cannon event was losing his husband, his worlds Miguel. (Hurt/Comfort)

Or Miguel, who's afraid to hurt the reader bc his fangs/powers/strength/etc. So reader has to show him that they're stronger than they look. (Angst/Fluff, optional Smut)

Or Miguel and reader having a secret relationship, but it's hard to keep it that way when he's so desperate for your attention all of the time (Smut, cough semi-public cough)

These are just some ideas, but there's no pressure to answer any of them. Have a good day :)

Might write your other ideas too, ngl...

Slightly more angst whoops.... sorry?

The first time you met Miguel had been a very long time ago.

It was a glance at first. Just a random man visiting the doctor's area of your lab. Perfectly normal.

Then it was a conversation. Then a date. Then a proposal, and before long you were married and happy.

You were originally working on a biological project, which was the spider that made you the Spiderman of your world. And though Miguel was nervous, he was supportive nonetheless.

Unfortunately, like all your counterparts, your unavoidable canon had resulted in Miguel's death, something you never got over. No matter how long passed, your heart felt just as heavy thinking about your husband.

You'd tried just about everything to get him back, even if he wasn't the same.

Experiments, A.I., anything that came to mind. But it was never him.

Maybe it had destroyed you a bit.

Maybe you spent too long torturing yourself in your head, trying to cover any sense of loss with the humor so traditional of a spider.

And maybe, just maybe, you missed him more than you could handle.

It wasn't until you swung face first into an anomaly (literally, a wall had basically materialized in front of you) that your life changed again.

Before you could blink, a man in a dark suit had been tackled to the ground. He was forming stone walls around him, attempting to stand back up.

Judging by the large stature of the man behind him, that wasn't happening.

The suit drew your attention first. It looked weirdly like the one Miguel had helped you make years before. Not the same, but close.

Several other people were with him, each one with different but similar outfits.

"Uhhh should I be fighting you guys, or…?" You questioned, looking over the group. You were prepared for a fight, but they seemed too calm to be villains like those you usually fought.

The tall man looked over to you, nodding to a woman next to him, dressed in all red.

"No, but we owe you an explanation."

And they gave you one, explaining that you weren't really as unique as you thought, but in a much more fulfilling way. You were one of many, many universes out there.

They showed you HQ, a place full of slightly different variations of yourself.

And with that, you had one single question.

Is he out there somewhere too?

After that moment the tour was a blur. Your mind was too caught up in running over the ways to ask if you could find your husband. Even just seeing him from a distance. Anything would do.

"Hey, big guy?"

The man in front of you seemed unimpressed, even in the dim light of his workspace.

"What's the rule on going to see people in other universes? Like, you came to my world so shit wouldn't go sideways if I visited someone, would it?"

It wasn't the first time Miguel had been asked that, of course. They all lost someone, of course they'd ask to see them again. The only issue was breaking the fabric of reality. And the fact that Uncles, Aunts, and anyone else really was dead in most worlds.

"No you cannot see dead loved ones."

His mask faded away, a serious look on his face. "We all have canon events…"

He was talking. You knew he was talking.

But his eyes were so tired.

It had been a long time since you'd seen him, but he looked so much less… alive.

But you'd take any version of alive.

You couldn't hear anything he said. You were too busy studying every feature on his face, watching him carefully.

"Miguel?"

He paused. "We know each other on your Earth?"

"We don't on yours?" You asked with a twinge of sadness in your voice, wishing a parallel you could've been happy with him.

"Uh, yeah, hi, I was planning to step in a little sooner but, uh, whoops."

The flash of a woman floating in the air next to Miguel stopped you. Layla, as Spid- Miguel had introduced her earlier.

"Layla I'm in the mid-"

"Shockingly it's more important than whatever you're saying," she huffed. "In Y/n's world he joined the research team that eventually made the spider that bit him, in Miguel's world Y/n had joined a completely different company. You two didn't meet the same way in your worlds."

"Okay?" Miguel questioned, opening his mouth to continue complaining about Layla interrupting.

"Yeah, but on Y/n's Earth-"

"We're married. You… you saved the lives of a family and died in the process."

You could see his heart break for you. For most people, the shift in expression would be nothing. In fact, it was very well hidden. But you knew him.

And he knew loss more than most. And though he didn't know you, he knew what you felt.

Layla flashed away, leaving the two of you in the low light of Miguel's office.

"I'm sorry."

He was so much more broken than you remembered.

"I got to see you, that's all I wanted." You smiled, looking over his features with a sense of calm you hadn't felt since Miguel's death.

"Would you wanna take another walk? Maybe I could show you around my world." You suggested. You'd be happy just seeing him, you really would. But you'd be even happier spending time with him.

"You understand that-"

"It's not like you'd have to go back to my world forever. And I would've stayed alone there anyway, I doubt I would be wrecking some happy future life, Miguel."

His eyes narrowed. "But you-"

"You don't know me, it's okay. I'm not asking you to do anything. Hell even this is enough for me. Just talking to you, for any length of time"

"You aren't hearing m-"

"Losing you was the worst day of my life." He quieted a bit, letting you speak. "We all have canon events right? I'm sure you understand how much it hurt, then."

You took a breath. This was more overwhelming than you expected it to be, which was saying something.

"You don't know me, Miguel,.and technically I don't know you either. But we got along pretty well in my world? At least consider being my friend?" You asked, a hopeful look on your face as you stared at the much more tired version of your husband.

"Please, Miguel?"

He stared at you a minute, his eyes softer than they were a minute before. He glanced down at your hand before looking back up at your face.

"You should leave, Y/n."

Your hand dropped slowly as you tried not to let your heart break again.

And you listened.

#secret admirer #male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #x reader #miguel x male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #atsv

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rooksunday · 27 days ago

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fluffcember day thirteen: fire and ice

Fox rubbed at the transparisteel with the palm of his glove, hoping a different face would be revealed in the stasis pod, but it stubbornly remained the same. He scanned the pod again with his HUD sensors and again received the same response:living humanoid trapped in a box in suspended sleep. Sure, the HUD readings prettied the information around the edges and made it technical, but the truth remained like a fish bone in the throat. Fox choked on it.

He flicked on his comms. "Thorn, you receiving?"

"Always, sir. Did you find anything exciting down there?"

Fox grimaced at the frozen face. "'Exciting' wouldn't be my first choice of adjective."

The pause between his words and Thorn's response couldn't have been more than seconds, but felt far longer with only his silent audience for company. Coruscant's lower levels were either full of blaster fire or thick with suspicion. The back of Fox's neck itched and he shifted his weight.

"Thorn?"

"Do you require extraction, sir?" Thorn asked evenly.

The even tone belied the fact that both of them knew that Fox was fucked if anything had truly gone wrong. Fox had been on a jaunt around the lower levels, gently extorting contacts on his usual schedule, when he'd met a source who'd overheard something that 'might be interesting', for a price. As the last 'interesting' lead from that source had led to materiel that the source couldn't shift but wanted gone, and the Guard had certainly come out on top of that transaction, Fox paid—after bartering, of course, he hadn't been decanted yesterday.

Unfortunately, that all meant Fox was tits-deep in the lower levels alone and no extraction would reach him in time to prevent disaster. Thorn hated Fox's solo jaunts for that exact reason. In turn, Fox hated giving Thorn reason to fret; Thorn tended to take his worry out in petty vengeance and Fox couldn't go decaf again.

"A speeder wouldn't go amiss, but I can wait. Party of two," Fox added, as an afterthought.

"Friendly party?"

Fox grunted. "Hard to tell. They're a quiet one. Circumspect."

"I see." A muffled shout, like Thorn had ordered someone to get in the nearest speeder and mow Fox down with it. Something friendly like that. Thorn returned to full volume as he said, "Any details they might've disclosed? Perhaps they've been noted at other events."

Was Fox planning on bringing a known criminal to HQ, Thorn meant. Fox shook his head, though Thorn couldn't see. The writing on the pod wasn't in any either Fox or his HUD recognised.

"Nothing came up on search."

"Distinguishing features?"

That one was easy enough to answer. Fox took a holo with his helmet and sent it to Thorn for review.

"Not sure how distinguishing it is, since Skywalker's been running around with one for years and he's the least distinguished being I've ever met, but they've got a full cybernetic arm with..." Fox rubbed at the transparisteel again. "A red star on the shoulder. Might be able to find something, you think?"

#fluffcember #rook does fluffcember #rook writes things #there is an 80k romance here but you have to have 500 words instead #i don't put a lot of people in stasis pods but it's day 13 and i've done it twice #commander fox #bucky barnes (in a non-speaking role)

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qaxqxd · 2 years ago

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I Didn't Get To Say I Love You. <3

♡Pair: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mention death, blood, and slight depression.

A/n: felt emo so wrote this shit at 2 am (not proof read typed this all on phone 😭)

Summary: You and your roommate Ghost got into a bad argument. This leads to him ignoring you and regretting it.

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You and Ghost have been roommates for a couple of years now. You two were quite literally made for each other. You guys have gotten into fights before, but they were usually small and stupid. They were never as bad as today.

You took a huge risk on their latest mission. Which almost jeopardizes the whole mission. Everyone made it alive and safe at least.

"Bloody Hell, were you thinking (Y/n)?!" Ghost shouted glaring straight down at you.

"You're still on about this?" You frown your brow slightly.

"Absolutely, you jeopardize the mission." He spoke roughly. His British accent would get thicker as he was pissed.

"I didn't jeopardize it! We all made it out alive with Intel." You spoke with more force.

"Almost. We almost died." His hand crossed.

"See, but we didn't-" "Is this a joke to you?" He cut you off. "I did what was necessary-"

"(Y/n). I'm asking you. Is this a joke to you?" He slammed his hand on the table.

"No, but-" "It's a simple YES or NO." Ghost's voice was getting louder.

"No." You spoke a little defeated.

"Goodness, I can't believe they put me on a team with you." He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ouch.

I don't think he knew that you heard him. But you kept quiet either way.

"Goodnight, (Y/n)." Ghost said, heading into his room and shutting the door.

You really did it this time. Ghost wasn't usually the type to get pissed off so easily, but you managed to do that.

You sighed to yourself. You definitely weren't going to get any sleep tonight.

The next morning

You got up from your restless night. Walking out of your room. You didn't see Ghost.

Strange wasn't it? Usually he'd be on the couch reading a book, and greeting you with a 'Good Morning.' But he didn't. Or rather he wasn't there.

You ignore it though. 'Maybe Ghost was busy this morning.' A little disappointed. You went on with your morning routines.

As you headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. You notice he wasn't there either. You saw Soap and Gaz, but no Ghost.

"Morning," You greeted the two.

"Morning," They both replied in sync.

"Have you guys seen Ghost?" You asked a little worried in your voice.

"Oh, he's just showing a new recruit around." Soap spoke with a shrug.

New recruit?

"Oh a new recruit?" You asked with a little excitement.

"Yeah I think you'd like her too." Gaz added.

And it was a girl too? You were glad that there was finally another girl on the team, but you couldn't shake the feeling.

With Ghost? You couldn't help but feel a twig of jealousy rise a little. It was no secret that you had a giant crush on Ghost. I mean the whole HQ probably knows.

Soap was the first person you told. He wasn't surprised. You and Ghost were close buddies. Soap thought you two were secretly dating one time.

"Oh? You know where they're at?" You asked softly.

"I think they should be around the training parts." Soap said, waving his fork.

And immediately you left the cafeteria. Heading straight to the training grounds.

You found them a minute later. You heard the new recruits' soft laughter as well as Ghost's laughter too.

"You're great, Ghost." The new recruiter chuckled. "Thanks, Katelyn." He chuckled slightly.

You were glad Ghost was laughing. He rarely does, but you couldn't help feeling a little sting in your heart.

You told yourself that you shouldn't bother them and you should leave them be.

But how could you? How could you ignore them, when they both were everywhere. The only place they weren't there was you and Ghost's quarters.

You've also noticed that Ghost has been going home later than usual or he's not home at all. Was he still mad at you?

Maybe.

You thought. He was a man of action rather than words. Maybe he was just still mad at you.

The only times you would see him was at training or at mission briefings. Katelyn wasn't a bad person.

She was pretty sweet. She was also gorgeous. Most of the rookie trainees fell head over heels for her.

You would see her and Ghost pair up. They hung around each other a lot lately.

But, why does that get you work up? It's not like you and Ghost were together or anything. He has the choice to see other people, but he wasn't the type to look for love.

So you don't get it.

It's been months. And he still hasn't talked to you. Not a single word. He's been pretty distant.

"Maybe he's still mad?" You asked yourself. You didn't have the guts to talk to him. The stinging in your heart grew.

You couldn't fall asleep at night anymore, unless you cried yourself to sleep.

The person who usually is right beside you. Comforting you and saying sweet things to make you feel better. Wasn't there.

He wasn't there. You cried into your pillow. Sobbing silently not wanting to disturb others.

The next morning You couldn't bare yourself from getting up, but you knew you had too. Or else others might think something was wrong, and you didn't want them to carry your burden.

So you had to get up.

As you realize you had a mission today. You really couldn't afford to waste time.

You got dressed in your usual uniform and headed out.

You were dropping down from your parachute. Everyone decides to group into twos. Apparently there was an uneven number of soldiers. You agreed to be the alone soldier.

Heading down to enemy territory was tuff. Shots fired everywhere.

The main goal today was to find out what the drug cartels were hiding. Easy enough, you say.

Your radio would be filled with a bunch of code and confirmation. You continue to shoot at the enemy. As backup.

You would watch other soldiers moving in closer.

As you saw an empty way being closer to the cartels. You took that route. Moving in closer.

What you didn't know was that.

You were surprised by the attack.

A couple cartel men tackle you from the behind with their knives.

You yelled in agony. Quickly trying to fend them off of you. As you do that, you quickly notice you were stabbed in the thigh.

Making it harder for you to escape from them. You rolled down a small hill, limping away from them.

You were then able to hide behind a broken down building. The part you were in was nowhere close to where the mission was at, but there were still gun firing where you were at.

You collapsed against a wall, taking cover for a bit. You look at your wounds. They were bad, as in. Really bad.

"Shit." You cursed under your breath. You could hardly breathe even.

You were stabbed multiple times in the legs and sides. Shoulders too.

You knew for a fact. You weren't going to make it.

"(Y/n) to Katelyn." You spoke a little shaky.

"This is Katelyn to (Y/n)." She spoke.

"Could you take care of him for me?" You said with a cough.

It went silent for a bit.

"(Y/n) where the fucking hell are you?" Ghost asked with a sharp tone.

You heard footsteps behind the wall, and turned the radio all the way down. Those footsteps were definitely not your teammates.

You were holding onto your wound on the side. Wincing at the tremendous pain.

You felt so tired.

You couldn't escape from here and get back onto the aircraft. Your legs were too wobbly to crawl even.

You thought about it. Would this have ended in a different way?

Maybe Ghost would be a little happy that you were finally gone. It would mean your annoyance would finally stop bothering him.

Maybe he could even be a little happier without you screwing things up. I mean Katelyn is a great girl. She'd be perfect for him.

Another thought crossed your mind.

"I didn't get to say I love you to him." You mumble. You knew he'd probably turn you down, but it would have been nice to say it once.

Well it was too late anyways.

You could feel yourself collapsing. Your breathing is getting shallow.

"Where the hell is she?" Ghost continues searching for her signal. Panic rose in him.

He couldn't lose her. No way it was happening. He wasn't going to let it happen.

He eventually found her. With a pool of blood around her.

He scrambles to check her pulse. It was low. Too low for comfort.

"(Y/n) open your damn eyes." He grasped onto her.

No, no. He wasn't going to lose her. No fucking way. His everything.

He quickly carried her back to the aircraft. The medics took her away from his hold.

He stared at his gloves which were stained with her blood. He held the gloves close to him.

Ghost sat there. Watching over you. He held your hand. Never leaving your side.

You would eventually flatline.

He blamed himself. He should have spent more time with her. He shouldn't have distanced himself from her.

He should have spent every last moment on her.

The nurses let him back in to say one last goodbye.

He held up your hand. Brushing his lips onto your wrist.

"I- I'm so sorry..." He repeated out multiple times.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I'm really sorry, I didn't get to say I love you." He mutters breaking into tiny sobs.

As he watches the nurses wrap a blanket over her.

W.C 1.6k

#simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 2 years ago

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Secret

Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : Miguel and you are in a secret relationship, yet sometimes he can’t help but snap when he feels slightly jealous

Request/idea by: Anon requested Miguel with a reader who has the same spider powers and fluff : )

Wordcount: 1.2k

Miguel O’Hara Masterlist

Miguel is in his lair, as he often is. Eyes set of the many holographic screens in front of him. Currently though, he's more focused on leading a mission.

He's sent out a team he's a little less familiar with. A Peter Parker (Spiderman), Flash thompson (or Agent Venom, as he likes to refer to) and Y/N L/N (Spiderwoman 2012). The only person he's familiar with is Y/N. You've got similar powers to his, the only difference being the color of your suit ( black and red). The two of you have sparred a few times before. Originally he had been afraid to hurt you, but you turned out to be a lot fiercer than expected.

Truth to be told, he likes you. A lot. And thankfully, you like him as well. However, not wanting everyone to know, you've asked to keep your relationship secret. He had agreed, thinking it would be for the best as well.

However, since he met agent Venom, he's regretted doing so. Sometimes he even regrets asking him to join the team.

you and Flash are close. Your laid back personality making it easy for everyone to talk to you. Flash is more of a no-brainer. He's more about physical strength than actually thinking of a plan. Originally Miguel had thought of him as useless, but he follows orders without question.

Currently, they're chasing after a loose Doc Ock, and are close to rounding the mission up.

" Peter, watch your left flank, you've got incoming!" Your voice sounds over Miguel's ear piece.

And right on time it seems, thanks to your warning, Peter is able to avoid a pointy tentacle.

" Woah, thanks Y/N!"

He watches as Doc Ock now goes for you. You react quickly, using your claws to cut off the tentacle that was aimed for your face.

Miguel smiles the slightest bit at your move. It was one that he had taught you during training.

" Okay, I have a plan. Y/N distract it for a good while in a circle. Peter and Flash, you web him up. After that Peter should electrocute him so you can wrap it up." Miguel instructs the team.

They all give a response of confirmation, before setting his plan in action. Unlike Miguel, you didn't work out much, and due to the less mass, you're a lot quicker, avoiding Doc Ock's aims whilst he keeps aiming for you. Peter and Flash manage to do as instructed as well. The two of them web his tentacles together in a way that doesn't directly make the man aware, until it's too late, and he tumbles down, tentacles twisted and wrapped together. DocOck grunts as he falls harshly. The three spiders swing down in front of him, proud smiles and smirks on their faces.

" You just wait, Spiderman!-" Doc Ock starts, before you web his mouth up.

You don't say anything, but hold your hands up for a high five from both your teammates. They do so easily.

" Well done team!" Peter says, smile evident in his voice.

" Okay. That's it guys, bring him in." Miguel's stoic voice sounds through once more.

It doesn't take long before the three of you are back at HQ, with Doc Ock between the other variants downstairs.

The three of you are in Miguel's office currently.

" Woah, did you see that Miguel? We totally nailed it!" Flash beams enthusiastically, not realizing the boss is quite aware of that already.

" Yes Flash, I kno-"

" Did you see how Y/N and I worked together? That was amazing! I knew we would be as great in the field as we are off the field."

Miguel's jaw ticks. To Peter, he probably seems annoyed by Flash. To Flash he probably just seems tired, but you know better. You know Miguel hates it when the other spider people tend to ship you with Flash. Something that happens more often because of the game nights the lot of them sometimes organize and partake in.

You raise a brow.

" It was a team effort, Flash. We couldn't have done it without Peter. And Miguel's plan is what put it all together. It really was a team effort." You point out, arms crossed over your chest.

" Yeah, but still-!"

" I've had enough of your nonsense Flash, get out." Miguel huffs.

" Awe c'mon boss, you've got to admit it-!"

" No. Now leave."

Miguel gives Flash that cold, angry look. That along with his tall posture, gives Flash a clear message; Miguel needs space.

" Oh, right then. We'll go." Flash says with a smile, turning and grabbing you by the wrist to take you with to the cafeteria.

" Leave Y/N here, I got some stuff to talk with her about. " He says, a tired tone in his voice.

He shoos Peter away as well, who gives you a pat on your shoulder as he walks out. Flash gives you a wave aswell, before sprinting off to whoever knows where.

" So, you got stuff you want to talk about?" You say with a knowing smile.

He rolls his eyes, before pushing off the table (desk?) he was leaning on and stepping of the platform. He shoots a web at you, the neon material sticking to your suit as he pulls you close with it. His hands rest on your waist, keeping you as close as he can now that the other two are out.

" God, do I hate flash." He complains.

You grin, placing your hands on his upper arms.

" I know."

" Should I fire him? I think I should." He mumbles, meant probably mostly for himself.

You laugh.

He can feel his tense posture slacking with the sound of it.

" Don't fire him. He's fun to hangout with-"

" Are you shipping yourself with him now?-"

" No! Absolutely not. He's still my friend though." You cock your head at him.

Miguel knows he's a goner when you look at him like that with those pretty eyes of yours.

" He's brainless."

" That's fine, he's not important." You point out to him.

His lips tilt into a small smirk.

" Good. Now kiss me-"

He's cut off as you place your lips on his, hands moving from his arms to spread out over his chest, his own moving from your waist to your hips. His lips move passionately with yours, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. When you eventually pull away to breath, he tries to follow you. You giggle as he does so.

" Te amo." He whispers softly, moving a stray hair from your face.

You smile at him.

" You know I don't speak spanish, Iguel'." You pout.

He knows. For now he's too afraid to tell you exactly what it means.

[ A/N: My requests are currently empty but I still want to write more, anyone has any ideas/requests they're willing to share with me? ]

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara request #spider-man: across the spider-verse #mcu #miguel o'hara fanfic #spiderman 2099

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