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Okay we need to address Matthew Patels and Gideon Graves sexual tension

#gideon graves x mathew patel #scott pilgrim

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Please, Stay. - Johnshi!

Hi there! Sorry for being gone for long but here I am... ANYWAYS! HAVE THIS FLUFFY COMFORT FIC OF JOHNNY AND KENSHI!!

TWS: NONE! SPOILERS, MAYBE (?) Polly a rant but no one can stop me.

GENRE: FLUFF, COMFORT, CANON CHARACTER X CANON CHARACTER

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After a long-lasting night at Madam Boe's, the duo, Kenshi and Johnny fared back to Earth realm, the night long on its way, the cicadas chirping, hidden amongst the leaves of the green and lush trees that gave out the fresh breeze and the moon pale and glowing ever so gracefully that it felt like they were in the moons gaze.

The moment was calm and quiet, unlike the things they'd had to endure not too long ago and it felt soothing to just walk through the dirt steps and turn and – stare at Kenshis face. His chiseled features and his noticeable stubble, his thin lips that glowed a soft pink, his suit, red and beautiful, and Sento, the thing that bonded them in the first place.

He has never been more proud he's bought Sento, knowing that it was the reason they've met in the first place.

He remembers handing it to Kenshi, their calloused fingers noticeably brushing against each other as the light from the gaps of the trees behind them seeped into their hands, as if to enlighten it, their rough skin basking in the ever glow.

Johnny chucks a smile with a snicker. He remembered how his heartbeat was in a messy rhythm when he gave Kenshi the long-anticipated sword after all those months.

He felt the gratitude and appreciation seep through the red cloth and he smiled like his eyes weren't gouged out and this string attached to them, bonded together, maybe even stronger than the loose grip they were once entangled in, and Johnny felt an unkempt feeling brush over his cheeks along with a gurgle that came from his stomach and he swore his eyes almost disappeared into cheeks from how wide he was smiling.

Bump Bump... Bump Bump..

Johnny convinced himself it was just his heart feeling excited from the good deed he had done.

Maybe.

Perky and upbeat - and possibly tipsy- Kenshi and Johnny barely kept a conversation as they slurred their sentences into this confusing bubble and the pair decided to stay quiet, knowing talking would only make them more drunk rather than sober.

But, Johnny notices how close they are, their sides, almost inches away and their shoulders so close to bumping into eachother.

Each time Kenshi takes a small stumble in his drunken steps, he moves a bit to Johnny's side, and his breath hitches. His heart skips a bit as his muscles tense.

Secretly, his hands jolt towards his sides to ensure he doesn't fall toward him but his hands merely ghost over his waist as Kenshi straightens himself, walking back to normal again, Johnny's heart unusually pounding out of his rib cage.

It's the girls that fall, not him.

[THEY FINALLY REACH HIS MANSION]

After what seemed like hours, they finally got up the stairs that -much to the drunk dismay- curl, they reached his bedroom.

The moon was framed perfectly by his massive glass window that showcased his entire pool from above and the moon lit up the almost dark bedroom. It illuminated a large king-sized bed with sapphire sheets that blended perfectly with the pale glow that curled around the bed.

Johnny flopped towards the bed and Kenshi stood there. What was there to do? Leave? Yeah, maybe that was the right choice.

Kenshi turned a heel but Johnny's sharp and drunk ears heard the click of his boots clashing with the marble floor and suddenly Johnny sprung forward and dragged Kenshi into the comfortable sheets and Kenshi was dumbfounded.

He was in bed. With Johhny. And Johnny's. Cuddling with him.

"Cage.." Kenshi tried to start, his voice low from the drinks Kung Lao had bought.

"Takahashi.." Cage answered under his chin, his hair brushing against his stubble. Kenshi flushed as his stomach tied himself into a knot as he felt Johnny's weight on his, half of it on the side of the bed.

Johnny felt warm against the air conditioning, exactly as he imagined. Too close to what he had imagined, how does he know that this isn't what he does when he's drunk?

Playing with someone's feelings, feeling snug against them and possibly flirty - he had been at Madams Boes. -

Kenshi swallowed a lump, his mind a mess, and yet his body was as still as it is. He doesn't want to wake Johnny and yet he mutters.

"I need to go." He said, his sweat dry against his forehead as the cold, artificial air dried them.

"No."

....

"Please, Stay."

"I love you."

That did it. Kenshi jolts and he wants to move but Johnny shifts and eases towards his body. Is he serious? Is this one of his drunken banters that Kenshis never heard of? Or is he telling the truth?

No.

Johnny Cage? THE Johnny Cage, love him? Is he dreaming? He's kidding, right?

He breathes quickly against Johnny Cage, feeling him peacefully sleeping against his broad chest. He loves Johnny, he really does but he didn't know that the feeling was mutual.

And now, he's here to sit and overthink about what Johnny said since the reason itself is sound asleep with no confirmation.

He hates Johnny. 

He loves Johnny.

#johnshi #kenshi takahashi #mortal kombat #mortal kombat kenshi #mortal kombat johnny cage #johnny cage #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #fanfic #romance #SO. NORMAL. ABOUT. THEM. GAHHHHH #i love them.

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if he promises me heartbreak again expect me to be sobbing as i write a VERY PASSIVE AGRESSIVE LETTER with droplets of tears IMPRINTED on it. (okay but really, I loved S2, the flashbacks, the coloring, the chemistry between ships???!! AMAZING.)

Are people seriously being mean to Neil Gaiman right now? Y'all, the man not only wrote a magnificent Season 2 that is gay and thoughtful and creative and fun and Gay AND MOST OF ALL, there will probably be a Season 3! Neil said he's working on the script. King Neil gave us what we wanted, and is promising us more! Don't be mean. Support the show, support the strikes, and there will be more where this came from.

#good omens #good omens 2 #neil gaiman #aziraphale #crowley

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Prompts cuz I'm bored :] -- Miguel O Hara x Peter (Creds to the owner for prompts!)

A/n -- Give me ships to put under the OTP generator :DD!! I hope you all liked this also, no hate to the ship, please. Respect their opinions and let people have their fun ^^

"Ugh, I swear Miguel, I'm trying to send in the gc pics of Mayday and I can't get in HQ's wifi!" He deadpanned, waving his phone around at Miguel who stared at the screen that hovered around him.

His eyelids were heavy as he tried to ignore Peters complaints that only went through his head and he only grumbled, shoulders dipping.

Peter rolled his eyes, realizing annoying Miguel wouldn't work. He'd ask someone but it was just him and Miguel.

"Why are you so quiet about the wifi anyways? What? Is it I love Peter B Parker?" He said with a playful smile, amused. Silence took the room again and he sighed.

His mind urging him to, he decided to type it in.

Oh, shit.

Peters eyes lit up as he watched his phone be connected to HQ's wifi and he and Miguel were quiet. The silence was clear and awkward. Realization was both setting in their minds and Peters lips was pressed into a thin line.

Peter let's in a sharp inhale and starts to turn. "No, Peter-"

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Miguel's shoulder slumped, watching the rain pours. The exhaustion on his face was evident. He was weary after this day and he wanted to get back to his apartment and flop on the bed in preparation for the next day.

The rain was only adding to his stress and he grumbled, realizing he had to wait out. He could sling back to his apartment, of course, but he didn't want to arrive damp and wet anyways.

Peter went up to the entrance and saw Miguel. "Hey, Migs, why aren't you home yet?" He asks, noticing his sunken eyes.

"Rain." He said with an exasperated tone. Peter moved his eyes to the rain and shifted his lips.

Peter ran back inside and managed to get the umbrella and flashed it to Miguel. "Here."

Miguel narrowed his eyes, in disbelief. "How did you--"

"Borrowed it from therapy spider." He shrugged and Miguel hesitantly took it. He unfurled the umbrella and he glanced at Peter.

"Don't you have to get back to your universe?"

"If you want me to come it's fine, Maydays still asleep." Peter smiled warmly and Miguel smiled back, feeling Peters enthusiasm shine on him.

"Sure..."

~~ Bonus!!

Peter sat in between Miguel's thighs, Miguel tightly holding him close. "Miguel, I gotta go--"

"Five more minutes, Te prometo..." He whispered against Peters ear and he shuddered. "Fine."

Damn it. He needed to stop giving into that.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x peter b parker #spiderdads #MJ KNOWS THEIR RELATIONSHIP #polycule

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Hobie comforting Miles :P!

HWHWHEHEW IM BORED SO THIS :D! You can interpret them as friends or lovers, i just wanna write hobie comoforting Miles because... sad music is playing on my playlist rn

Content - Hobie and Miles!

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"Miles... you okay?" Hobie asked, climbing onto his window, sitting beside Miles.

Miles had his knees brought close to his chest and he was on the verge of tears. He had his basketball jersey on and he slightly sniffled.

"What's holding you back from crying?" Hobie asked, looking at Miles and Miles stared at him. "You... I-I'm afraid you'll judge me." He whispers, shuffling away.

"I don't judge." Hobie muttered, slithering a hand over his shoulder, pulling him close to his side. Miles eyes slightly widened, feeling his shoulder hit Hobies side.

He looked up and Hobie had his face turned to the other side as he gently patted his upper shoulder as a way to comfort but all it gave was an awkward pang. He had never done this before.

But Miles didn't find it awkward, he found it funny. Hobie was trying to comfort his even though this is obviously his first time. He chuckled at the thought and Hobie turned to him, eyes narrowed.

"What's up with you?" Hobie asked, leaning close while pulling Miles closer. "Nothing..." He said between chuckles.

"You good now?"

"Yeah... Yeah..." Miles smile is back as he tries to swat Hobies face away.

#spiderman astv #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie spiderverse #miles x hobie #miles morales angst #miles morales #hobie is so awkward hehehhe

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I just played this and.... AMAZINGGG!! I loved everyone in the story and I was just envying the writing and the art :DDD!!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH!! I CANT HELP BUT APPRECIATE EVERY CHARACTER HJDSFDSFSL;D

Fuck it, I need some serotonin. I was going to wait until next month, but my brain is too fried to edit anything anyway so here we are. Today's the day. That's right. Today is...

Fairy Day.

So, put on your tutus and glitter up those cheeks, because it's time for the new and improved:

A Fairy Tale is a 28,000 word visual novel about fairies finding love.

Play as the sole heir to a noble (but somewhat underfunded) fairy estate. You have one night to find a marriage which will secure your family's future... or lead everything to ruin.

Who—if anyone—will win your hand?

Featuring:

Five different romanceable characters.

An immersive experience with music, images, and sound effects.

Ability to choose your own character's name and gender.

A variety of different choices.

Scroll forward and back at any time.

Option to skip already read passages.

A save feature with multiple save slots.

Fairies, pirates, schemes, and whimsy.

Content notice for references to cannibalism.

I hope you check it out. 💙

Character art by the fantastic Gwen Young @gwygle.

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Forrest Nash x Reader -- "I worry for you."

Content -- Mute Reader! Genderfluid Reader!

A/n -- Part two in continuation of my last one! Enjoy reading and I'm sorry if it's not to your liking!

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It was another end to their shift, Peggy and Forest said their goodbyes.

Fumbling with his keys, after locking the door to KAFAM, he turned around to see you already behind him with a smile.

Forrest jumped back, his eyes widening as he held his chest, taking notice on how his heart jumped to his throat fastly.

"Y/n.. your here, why?" He points to you, his eyebrows furrowed.

Your wrote on your notebook and showed him the writing.

Bored and in need of a cure, wanna hang?

You held the notebook under your eyes to see Forrests face and after a beat, Forrest looked at you and nodded.

You beamed and quickly hid you notebook and pencil in your tote bag. Forrest hadn't admitted it yet, but during he and Peggy's show his mind kept wandering to you.

During breaks, while hearing Peggy say that there was another caller in the line. He doesn't know why but, he was worried. Worried that, it was the killer calling him, taunting him that he has one of his friends lives in the line.

He wasn't close with you but was worried that you would spend your months here and suddenly get killed by The Whisperer and die, knowing that he was the only friend you had in this messed up town.

Forrest was beginning to be lost in thought before he was brought back to reality with your tugging and pulling. He blinks, letting out a deep inhale and he stares at you, looking at your annoyed expression.

"Ah sorry, let's go." He lifted a foot and started walking across the roads with you by his side.

He had his hands hidden in a pockets and his eye were darting around the buildings the both of you passed.

After what seemed like a beat, he felt your cold touch link your elbows together making him shudder.

He shifts his gaze, surprised and sees you beaming brightly as you looked at the buildings, seeing your bright smile made him ease and felt a tender smile curl up the corner of his lips. All of this seemed new to you but Forrest, it wasn't.

After all this walking had made you hungry. You stopped you and Forrest and pointed to a building called Pontys Pizza?

Forrest stared at the building and saw Ponty through the window, laughing with his employees by the counter and scowl grew on his face.

He tugged you a little, pulling you away. "Sorry Y/n it's just that... they don't really have good food." You noticed the bitterness in his gruff voice and realized it was probably for the best.

"Sorry, I'll make it up to you, I'll cook." He assured you looking, down at you with a smile and you decided to nod, giving in.

You both reached your apartment and it still looked blank, paint peeling off and boxes left unopened, there was only a single futon laid out in one of the rooms and there was a couch and a TV in the living room, along with a coffee table in the middle.

The kitchen, was packed, the fridge was already full and there were already enough cooking supplies.

It already had been 6 days since you moved in but the shifts at the hospital was being more often. The head nurse treated you nicely but for some, they were cold and distant and would leave you at the desk to deal with the patients while they smoked outside and would only come in if it was needed.

You fell on the couch and you let yourself sink into the couch, one leg propped up the back of your sofa and the other dangling loosely off the side.

"Comfortable already?" Forrest said, smiling as he walked into the kitchen like it was his. You nodded, your eyes fluttered shut.

Forrest looked into the drawers to see a cookbook and decided to use it.

Not long, you heard clattering and sizzling along with paper crackling as if it was being flipped.

Curious, you opened a eye open and saw Forrest with his back turned, clearly using an apron of yours and looking at book while calmly scraping the spatula against the pan.

You could see that he was swaying to his own hum and the sight made you smile.

You returned to your rest. Not long, you felt a nudge near your ankle and you open a eye with a smile.

Forrest still has the apron on and he was holding two plates and he had placed one on the coffee table.

You sit up and Forrest hands you a plate with salad and chicken you bought from the grocery store not too long ago.

You looked up at Forrest and signed a thank you. You didn't know sign language but you learned some phrases and words just in case you didn't have your notebook.

He nodded with a confused smile and you just chuckled to yourself and started digging in the food he made along with him, it was delicious, you didn't know he was good cook.

You hummed happily, kicking your feet, appreciating the flavor.

After you were finished, you set down the plate on the table and picked up the remote and switched to a channel that was showing your favortie show.

You sunk in your couch and smiled, watching happily with Forrest.

Not long, your eyelids fell heavy and your fell asleep, your head falling on Forrests shoulder.

Forrest flinched and looked down to see you already fast asleep, knees brought to your chest. Forrest eased again, appreciating your face under the dimly litten TV light.

He slowly moved away and places your head on the arm rest and put his jacket over you since he didn't want to enter your room as he felt like he would be intruding.

He placed the dishes on the sink and washed it himself and placed it on the counter.

He hung the apron on the hook at your front door and gently patted your head goodbye after he cleaned the mess.

"Sleep well..." He whispered before leaving, locking the door after him.

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A/n - I honestly wasn't thinking about making a part two about this but here I am!! I hope you enjoyed that and sorry if it wasn't to your liking, that is all and hope you had a great day and.. Part 3?

#forrest nash x reader #killer frequency forrest nash #killer frequency #forrest nash

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Earth 42 Miles Struggles (Angst + Au!)

A/N - From a tiktok, Earth 42 Miles is apparently more skinnier than Earth 1610 Miles so... ANGST IDEAS, this is just a fic to show Prowler Miles struggles. To add on my fic, I headcanon that Prowler works with kingpin. I am not sharing the video cause tiktok plays unfair with me and leaks my tiktok account. Alsoo... I'm using a translator so sorry for the bad spanish. Side note, Is it safe to assume Miles is still 16 in this?

Credits go to!

Would like to say thank you for giving me permission to base this off the fic I'm making, that's all ^^!

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Miles stood behind Kingpin, his mask over his braided hair as he listened to his conversation with Dr. Olivia. Today was like no other, Kingpin plotting for the collider and Dr. Olivia telling him recent results.

He was not interested, to say the least. All he was worried about was his mom getting enough to eat and finishing his assignments before dawn.

He was getting slimmer and lankier by the second. But he didn't mind. Every time he lifted his shirt, he saw the faint outline of his ribs poking out his skin.

Not to mention his sunken eyes for staying up late to do his assignments and the missions Kingpin makes him go through. With every mission or assassination he has to go through, it's either a new bruise or a scratch or worse, a stitch.

He only sighed at the thought as Dr. Olivia nodded goodbye and Kingpin turned to look at him.

His shoulder couldn't help but tense as Kingpin slowly walked towards him.

"Go along now, I know you still have your homework or something," Kingpin said in his low voice and Miles nodded, his mask disassembling as he sauntered on outside but was suddenly stopped by Kingpin.

"Hey, Miles."

He slowly turned around but unexpectedly his cheeks were suddenly grabbed by Kingpin, dragging him back and pulling him close, Mile's head, cramped in Kingpin's palms.

He winces a little as his clawed gloves grasp onto Kingpin's arms as he's lifted up, one eye closed as he struggles against the grip.

"I heard what happened in the last mission. Don't mess up, alright?" He asks in a harsh whisper, if Kingpin closed his palms out of fury, Miles's head would be squashed.

Nothing much happened during the mission he went on but, if anything did happen, it would be bad for him and Kingpin.

Though killing the last scientist Kingpin assigned him to, the family walked in. It was horrifying for the family and Miles, Kingpin must've heard the news but no worries, he would deal with it.

"Yes, Boss.." He manages to muster. Kingpin shifts his gaze and his glare is bitter.

He clicks his tongue and he throws Miles back down on the ground, harsh and rough, making Miles groan. Miles blinks away stray tears and he gets up, pain shooting up his sides.

He limped on his way out, hissing in pain with each step he took. He rounded a corner and saw Dr. Olivia, already waiting for him with guilt shining in her eyes as she saw Miles holding his sides in pain.

She was different from Kingpin, she did care. She gave him food from time to time but not money. Miles didn't know why she did but he let it happen nonetheless.

He looked up at her and she held a plastic container. "Here, I had some leftovers." She whispered, extending her arm.

Miles used his free hand to take the food and limped past her, Olivia eyeing him as he left Alchemax, his breath shuddering from the pain.

On the way home, he changed out of his Prowler suit and reached home and already saw his mother waiting for him by the table and was expecting what she was gonna say.

"Miles, I can't cook today. Lo siento, cariño." She apologized, rising from her seat and cupping Miles's cheek as he smiled softly, just knowing his mother was safe,

"Te encuentras bien? Estás cojeando.." She muttered as she tucked a braid behind his ear, her eyebrows knitting together, noticing the way he held his side.

"Mom, it's fine. Traje comida." He assured her, holding up the plastic container, her eyes widened as she hesitantly took the food and set it on the table.

"Qué hay de ti?" She asked as Miles moved away from her hands, making his way to his room.

"I won't eat anytime soon... No comeré pronto… Tengo que hacer tareas y la comida se echará a perder porque para entonces ya la habré olvidado." He explained and he glanced over his shoulder.

"Just eat." He said softly and his mother sighed, guilty, her eyes begging him not to shut her out again. He didn't want his mother to be guilty about eating the food all by herself but he wanted his mother to be healthy and well even if he wasn't.

He walked into his room and he sunk in his chair, sighing and staring at the paper laid out before him. His shoulders were aching and his sides were still hurting, had Kingpin thrown him down too rough?

He walked over to the mirror and lifted his shirt, at first, he saw the vague outlines of his ribs on his skin but then, he saw the bruise, placed arrogantly on his sides.

He clicked his tongue and stared at the other scars on his body placed around him. None stuck out, he traced the stitch on his sides and he dropped the shirt, letting it cover him again.

These scars were painful, mentally and physically but he had to ignore those feelings, for his parents. He did this for a reason and complaining was not an option and he had already etched himself too deep in it to stand back.

He went back to the desk and sighed, rubbing his eyes and at that moment, he felt like his eyebags had deepened.

He picked up his pencil and his pen and started working on his assignments, and he wasn't stopping until morning.

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A/N - Hello!! Author again, hope you enjoyed that and please, tell me if you want more ^^! Possibly an X reader? Anyways, I'm sorry if it isn't to your liking :( It's okay though, people have different preferences, also credits to gab1sbestie and this hasn't been edited yet so there's gonna be mistakes, I assume. Thank you and that is all, have a great day!

#miles morales prowler #earth 42 #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #angst #miles morales angst #prowler miles angst #i am not fine #i think i made miles suffer

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Maydays a new addition!

Content -- Yeah, it's just Miguel crying over Mayday cause she's so cute and it reminds him of his daughter, Gender Neutral Reader!

A/n -- I am trying to fix my writing! So yeah, hello and I hope you had a great day and happy readings :)!!

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"So you were a soccer mom?" I joked, turning to Miguel as I had an amused smile on my lips laced with amusement, my eyes narrowed.

Miguel rolled his eyes back as he groaned, his shoulders dipping as he continued to look unimpressed and annoyed at my questions.

After finding out that Miguel pursued soccer not long ago as I dug around some files, I couldn't help but have a bit of fun, poking and prodding him with questions about it even though getting no response, the reactions were just as fun.

Then, silence surfaces, engulfing the room, the sounds of the keyboard clicking and the sounds the tabs made as they were dragged around the screen only adding to the deafening silence.

Suddenly, A thought in my mind made me look up from the keyboard and stare at the ceiling in contemplation.

"Where's Peter..." I mutter that makes Miguel's ears perk up. "On paternity leave, MJ just gave birth and wanted to spend the next week with his daughter." He said while still staring at the keyboard, focused.

My lips formed an 'O' shape as I nodded, leaning against the keyboard as my mind wanders.

"But it's been a week where is he--" Suddenly, like he'd heard me. My spidey senses were triggered as I heard the door slide into the walls and hiss into place.

I walk over to the edge of the platform and see Peter, rugged, with a pink coat draped over him with a... baby in his hands?

"Woahoh! Look at this Peter B with a baby in his hands!" I comment, jumping down and landing in front of Peter with a smile.

Peter chuckled as I started cooing and reaching out for the little baby. "Her names Mayday, she's the new addition!" He said as I gently took her out of Peters's arms, cooing.

I watched as her little hands take my finger in my palm, and I squeal but now loud enough to damage her little ears.

Miguel looked down from the platform and jumped off, landing beside me and Mayday with a slight tremble to the ground, looking down at the red head who cooed at the sight of his scarlet eyes, reaching out for him.

"Your eye color matches her hair." Peter commented softly as Mayday babbled in agreement and the grin on my face grew.

I reached over and handed Mayday to Miguel, who reluctantly took her with wide eyes, a little surprised but was reassured when I gave him a nod with a soft smile, urging him.

Now, Mayday was softly wrapped up in his arms, her babbles slowly residing as she fell asleep in his arms.

Me and Peter shared warm looks as we heard an expected sound..

A sharp sniffle. Our eyes snap at Miguel's direction and we see him softly cry, his head turned to another direction to make sure his tears don't fall on Mayday with his mouth covered as he sniffled.

The both of us panic and Peter moves over to take Mayday out of his arms and I take over to hug him as he places his head on my shoulder, feeling my suit dampen with cold tears.

I slither my hand onto his back and I pat it softly as he cries.

"I-Im sorry, I-It just reminded me of her, I tried to hold back the tears.." He said hoarsely, his shoulder trembling.

I nod my head as I continue, my lips pursed back. "It's okay bud... let it all out.." Peter joined in, also patting his back as well.

Miguel continues to sob and me and Peter shared looks, both of us shocked but trying not to show it.

In the end, we three sat in the edge of the platform trying to comfort Miguel as we talk about his pains.

Only ending after 1 hour.

BONUS!!

We three sat on Peter's couch, huddled up under blankets as we watched videos of cats with Mayday on Miguel's lap.

"Cute." I comment.

"Shut it." Miguel responded and me and Peter chuckled.

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A/n -- Sorry if the was super ooc! I just watched astv AND HOLY IT WAS DAMN GOOD!! I sit here and rant about it but I'll let you go, hope you had happy readings! Good day ^^ 💗

#atsv miguel #spiderman astv #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel o hara x reader

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"How did it come to this?" – Miguel O Hara x Reader

Content - Soft Miguel, Gender Neutral Reader, Miguel and Reader are friends but there are tensions here and there, fluff and angst

A/n: haven't watched the movie so I apologize for some out of character moments ^^! Plus this wasn't edited yet so... yeah! I'm bad at writing romance sorry for that too! ^^

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While Miguel was mostly known for being a big asshole, you didn't know him as that. You don't know how the both of you ended up like this but it seemed like not matter how much the both of you try and... avoid it, fate always seemed to be pulling a string that brought you closer.

You both were from different from dimensions but fate or destiny brought you together, an odd match that fit.

Now, your here in his house, giving Miguel some tea and a box of tissues, his eyes puffy and his nose, red.

It was clear he'd been crying for a while but you just got here. You entered his house since he gave you the keys not long ago and found him in his office, curled up on his seat, crying with his head low.

His shoulders were shaking as he had an inhale with each sob and you went in his bedroom and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders.

His eyes were scarlet but this time, instead of having those cold eyes he always had that had a dull shadow, it was filled with sorrow and tranquility that shined under the dimly litten computer screen.

The sight made a frown appear on your face and you tugged a tissue out of the box and wiped it across his cheek, close to his eyes. Miguel staring at your gaze as you watched your thumb drag the tissue under his eyelids.

Suddenly...

"How did it come to this?" He said in a hush tone that abruptly stopped your heart. You had never heard him like this before. When he'd speak to you he would usually be cold and distant but this time, he was genuine and curious, his voice wavering as he spoke.

Your eyes lit up, you didn't know how to answer. It was a question running through both of your minds but never thought of ever saying it out loud. You froze, your mouth agape, you both stared at eachother, waiting for an answer.

The silence was dragged into minutes and the longer you stood the longer Miguel hoped for an answer.

"I... I don't know." You finally answered and Miguel let out an exhale, as if he had been holding his breath during those stiff moments.

You both eased and Miguel looked away, sniffling. He was confused, baffled maybe. He never expected someone to care for a monster like him.

You on the other hand, was confused as well but, you didn't mind taking care of him, despite being difficult.

You were maybe the first one to see Miguel vulnerable but you've grown used to it, as much as how shocking it was. Maybe that was the good part, growing used to eachothers habits. And also, finding someone you didn't even want but needed.

You pulled back your hand that was still on Miguel's cheeks and moved it and placed it on his shoulder.

Surprised, he glances at you and looked at you. "But... can we figure it out? Together?" You asked and suddenly chuckled hoarsely as he turns to look at you.

"Sure, carino." He said, placing a cold hand on top of yours.

The night came to a stop when you saw him on his bed ready to sleep, the lamp by his bedside was on but he had his blanket on his waist and was on his side and was softly snoring as you watched by the doorway.

You were turning a heel until...

"Y/n?" Miguel softly called out. You turned and walked over to the side of his bed.

"What?" You replied, looking at him as he shifted to a position so he could stare at you as he laid down, looking up at you through his eyelashes

"You know, I... care for you, right? Though your the one who cares for me, I... wish I could care for you in some way too, and I jusy want you to know that." He admitted as he raised a hand to gently put it on your cheek. At first his words are deafening, you couldn't register what he said and when it finally hit you, your heart either wanted to stop or race.

The moment was soft and tranquil and you wanted it to flow longer. Miguel's scarlet eyes reflected into yours as you stared at eachother, his gaze, shining and you could feel his palms soften, that was one thing you always noticed about him, whenever he was agitated or negative, his palms were rough but when he was at ease or vulnerable, his palms were soft.

"I do know, dont worry, Miguel, estas en buenos brazos.." You said, your voice breathy as you cracked a gentle smile, gently putting a hand over his and under the dimly litten room, you saw his gracious smile, showing his fangs.

You both smiled, chuckling to yourselfs but you had to go. You stepped back, his hand gliding away from your cheek.

"I have to go, I'll see you tommorow, okay? Bye, I.. love you." You said turning away but them you stopped and glanced over your shoulder and giving him a wave. You had never said that before but this time, it meant more as a friend.

"Yo también te amo." He replied faintly as you left the house with mellow smile on your face.

As you walke away, you cant help but notice you were walking with, joy and a bit of a bounce. You can't wait to see him tommorow.

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A/n: Hi, Hi! Author here! Sorry if that was bad or not to your liking ^^ if you enjoyed this then I'll make more, maybe, probably, that's all for today, thank and bye! Have the best of days to you dear reader ^^!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #fluff and angst #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman 2099 #soft miguel o hara

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i'm very bored, since it's summer, you all are welcome to request fic ideas! ^^

#Peter 2023 #I'm bored #request pls

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Forrest Nash x Reader -- New Friend.

content: Gn! Reader + Mute Reader + quite short :)!

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Late at night, Forrest told Peggy goodbye as he twisted his wrist to lock the doors to the KFAM studio and stuck his hands in his pockets, feeling the coldness of his palms through the fabric.

He let out a tired exhale after a long night and saw a fog of his exhale lift itself up into the night sky and dissolve.

He lifted his foot to take a step but stopped when he felt someone gently tap his shoulder.

The whistling man?! But I didn't hear whistli--

His thoughts were quickly shut down when he saw an innocent person with a backpack. Their hands kept together and seemed... innocent.

They suddenly reached for their backpack. Forrest flinched, his shoulders tensing as he watched the stranger search around their backpack. A gun? A knife? Sometimes innocent people can be guilty too!

No, it was just a mere notebook and a pen. They looked down and wrote something down.

They held up the notebook, and Forrest bent down and narrowed his eyes. It was dark. The LED of the sign held above the building was the only source of light that was dimly litten above he managed to read.

Do you know the way around Gallows Creek? I have problems getting around here and I'm quite new...

They wrote in neat handwriting for Forrest to understand. He nodded with a gentle smile. But asked himself, why couldn't they talk?

"Oh, your deaf?" He questioned, pointing to the notebook with a furrowed brow. The person shook their head and retracted the notebook to write something new. They showed what they had newly written and pointed to the corner of the notebook.

Mute. Got stabbed during a mugging, luckily I was close to the hospital.

Forrest felt pity wash over him as he frowned. "Oh. Sorry. Where do you live?"

They went back to writing and revealed that they live around Nancy Street, at those fancy apartments.

He nodded and ushered them to his car, offering them to sit in front with him

As the person and he sat in the car's front seat, driving through buildings and ugh... Ponty's Pizza. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as they passed by.

He looked over to the passenger's seat and saw the person looking out the window as they turned a corner, and decided to break the awkward silence.

"I forgot to ask, what's your name?" He asks, propping his elbow on the ledge of his window.

They took out their notebook and wrote (Y/N). He nodded. "I'm Forrest, I'm the... Host of The Scream, It's on the radio. So, what brings you here, in Gallows Creek?"

He heard the faint sounds of a pen scribbling and after it came to a stop, he looked over.

You know... trying to prove my independence to my parents, so I moved here. I already have a job at the St Hospital or something?

Forrest nodded as he looked ahead. "Ah, Our only hospital, just a reminder, we only have one ambulance." Forrest joked and glanced over to find (Y/n) chuckling slightly.

The silence shifts to laughter but it slowly comes to a stop when (Y/n) taps his shoulder and points to their apartment building.

Forrest stops the car and (Y/n) nods goodbye to them as they lift a foot to take their leave but then, they suddenly stop and turn around.

They write one last thing and hand it to Forrest.

"It was nice talking to you! I might need someone to teach me the ways around Gallows Creek, I'll see you around."

Forrest smiled and looked up, his eyes staring into theirs. "Sure, be careful around the Whistling Man. You can hear me on 189. 16." He said softly and (Y/n) nodded before waving goodbye.

But Forrest still stayed, watching (Y/n) go up the stairs and enter their apartment.

When he heard the door close, he was at peace and drove home, knowing a new friend of his was safe, for now.

There's a part 2!

#killer frequency #killer frequency forrest nash #forrest nash #forrest nash x reader #gender neutral reader #omgh am i the first one who wrote an x reader abt him??

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Withered Flowers (Modern AU)

(I read that Gepards hobby was gardening so I grew this 👍)

It was an odd neighborhood, Belobog. Despite the name alone...

We had a famous conman, popular rockstars... and others. I've been here for roughly 2 months but I've grown to love it.

Though, I have lost some bets to Sampo.

Everyone has taken me as their friends or family and I don't hate it one bit, they pulled me out of my safe space and pulled me into a more safer space with them.

I never regret coming here.

You come out of your house with coffee in hand and a robe wrapped around your waist and you appreciated the slow and relaxing morning, seeing how the sun shined on your crops and flowers by the side of your fence.

You couldn't help but chuck a smile as you sipped the ecstatic taste of your coffee, enjoying the silence. You settle on the chair on your porch, crossed your legs as you enjoyed the presence of your neighbors. Not until hearing a frustrated groan from the right side of your fence, you turned your head towards the commotion and you placed your mug on your coffee table.

You lifted yourself over the fence to see your neighbor, Gepard, looking over withered flowers. A frown wrinkled your face as you looked at him with pity and a question abruptly slipped past your lips.

"What happened?" You ask and Gepard looks up to see your hoisted over his fence and flinches and jumps back with his eyes wide with surprise.

You could only give him a friendly wave as he waves back meekly and he sighs as he crawls back to the withered flowers with disdain.

"They withered." He muttered gloomily and you looked down and inspected the withered flowers, they were roses whos petals had cracks and gaps and it was slightly hunched back.

Your frown creases more as you looked at his dejected face and you hopped back into your own yard and ran into your kitchen. You searched through your drawers until you found a book on the basics of taking care of plants. You ran back and hoisted yourself up the fence and held out the book to Gepard.

You weren't one to help others since people mostly took care of themselves around but this one looked like he need your help.

He looked up, eyes sparkling at the book and he looked at you. "Really? Y-You would let me..?" He stuttered as he hesitantly reached for the book.

You nodded and you extended your hand further and Gepard gently took it from your hands, like it was a delicate jewel. "Thanks! When can I give it back to you?" He asked, shuffling to his feet as he clutched the book in between his hands. 

"Nah, give it back to me when your plants don't wither anymore! Plus my name is on the back!" I said pointing at the book. Gepard flipped the book and saw my initials and he smiled and bowed graciously with his hands on his sides.

"Thank you!" He said. Flustered at the sudden bow, I dismissively shook my head with a nervous smile as I waved my hands around nervously.

"No need to thank me! Just... borrow for now!" I said sheepishly and he smiled as he straightened himself. He casted a soft smile at me once again and I cant help but smile back. There wasn't much talking but at least I was able to help.

A nice friendly man Gepard is.

(BONUS!)

Gepard placed the book on the table and Sevral saw the initials on the back of the book. 

"(Y/N) (L/N)?!" She shouted as her voice echoed through the house and Gepard tensed and took the book out of Sevral's hands in a flash with a faint crimson blush spread across his cheeks.

"Isn't it that... person next door?" She teased as Gepard walks away while staring at the book in his hands. "Yeah.." He said shyly. 

Several eyes narrowed as she knew how much Gepard adored your garden and was wanting to ask you for help but never gained the courage to. It was cute knowing you made the move first without knowing.

"So... whens the date?"

"SEVRAL!"

#gepard #gepard honkai #gepard hsr #gepard x reader #honkai star rail #sevral honkai

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Welcome me! I do writing requests!

Hello, nice to meet you! I can be preferred as (Peter 2023 or Author). I'm genderfluid and pansexual!

Any pronouns

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I will write anything but please, not anything weird ^^!

I will write:

Characters, Ships, Oc x Canon, Oc x Oc, Crossovers, AU's (Please describe the character/ship to me so there will be no ooc)

Smut, Fluff, Angst

I will take any fandom, it won't matter if I'm not in the fandom or not so long as I know the character's personality, basic stuff, I will make sure it's not too much out of character!

What I will not write:

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Oh I forgot to add!

Deadlines will depend, so please be patient if you can!

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