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[leviathxn]

So I have a request for a Miguel fic, if you are willing to do it. 😊🤗

So...Miguel has a family but he hasn't told the other Spiders. One day he has to take his baby to work to look after him for a while. But then, in his office, bang the Spiders and see Miguel with a baby in his arms/or in a baby carrier. Later Miguel's wife comes in the picture too to take the baby in their universe.

OKAY I LOVE MIGUEL WITH A KID SM

So I know people were asking me for a part 2 on my other one so I’m gonna work on it but obviously it’s these requests firsttt

Thank you all so much for the support 💕

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“”Are you infected??”

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You were typically the one to watch the kids, the double trouble twins. Miguel was a busy man, protecting the spider-verse and all, so you would work from home and play with the twins. It wasn’t so bad, of course Miguel felt bad that he couldn’t have as close of a relationship with them but they still very much knew who their daddy was ((and you did too 😳)). But overall it was a good system and you would get to take things slow at home while being a fun mother.

However, every so often there was days you would need to go into work, very rare but still at least a semiannual occurrence. Sometimes you would even take them into work and they would end up bothering coworkers, but most times you were able to get a family member or close friend to watch them but as they’ve gotten older, spider powers started to shine through. Not only was it hard to control them but it would be too revealing.

Obviously nobody knew Miguel was spider-man, but if two twins started to hang on ceilings, people would eventually put two and two together. This meant you couldn’t leave them with family, resulting in Miguel carrying them around in double baby backpacks. One would be on his chest, the other in him back.

Miguel, in typical fashion, stayed in his office. Nobody assumed anything by his yelling, the man was weird, what would be surprising if he was schizo? Although every now and then people would look at each other, it didn’t sound like typical frustration or talking to himself, it was almost a back and forth. They were in no way heavy, but oh my, they were annoying. How did you get a grip on these two? They’re animals. Halfway through the day, the twins got out of the carriers and there was no going back.

“Put that down! Ay- I’m sorry don’t cry- HEY”. Miguel was struggling, because he loved the kids and he felt so bad for yelling but they wouldn’t listen. He thought to himself about the teens. You’d think as they get older they’d be better, but he saw himself comparing them to his 1 year old twins.

Disgusted at the thought, he grabbed them and webbed their hands. They giggled, struggling to get it off. It was a good distraction….. for like 3 minutes, then they were back to running around. He tried playing fetch with the twins but that didn’t go very well. They were just.. confused. Why did he throw the toy the just got. Although he appreciated their thinking skills, he really had no idea what to do. He held both of his kids, they hung from his arms and were climbing around him like a jungle gym.

Completely lost in thought about his children dilemma, the doors to his office opened, and the lovely teen band walked in. What a sight for them to see. Miguel standing completely disheveled and staring into space, a kid on his shoulder grabbing his ear, and another kid gorilla hugging his ((massive)) leg and trying to bite the suit.

Panic bells went off, everybody rushing over to Miguel. Was this an attack, was Miguel okay? Oh my gosh he’s being attacked by alien morphing baby things. As they all got ready to ready for the babies, Miguel jumped back, making sure to grab hold of his kids, and getting defensive.

“What the hell is your guys problem?!!” He shouted, sheltering both of his kids, who were now on high alert and looking fearful.

“Are those Aliena??? What happened to you, what did they do?? Why do you look like that!” Miles replied back to him, pointing his fingers at both babies. “Are you infected??”

Hobie, naturally didn’t look concerned, and stop back. “Mate, they look just like him”

“They bit him and took his DNA!! That’s why he’s protecting him”, Pavitr shouted while getting in an offensive position. Hobie almost lost is as he hurled over. Gwen looked over for a moment, then back to Miguel. “Wait… those are your kids”

“WHAT”. Miles and Pavitr shouted, looking at the very tired Miguel. “By that doesn’t make sense- you’re not- are you married??”. Questions flew right and left, chaos ensued as the babies ran around again. Miguel was done, SO DONE with babysitting the actual babies and now the teens.

Suddenly the door opened again, a very sweaty you running through. “Oh Miggy- I’m sorry I’m late I just got so lost in this place, but I’m here for the twins”. Miguel looked over at you in panic, the teen’s immediately stopped in their tracks. As the kids ran to you, so did the teens…. and what was supposed to be Miguel’s saving grace, ended up in having everybody over for dinner.

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Ahh I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you asked for, I traveled today to see a college and I’m writing this very late so I hope you don’t mind that it’s rushed. I’ll get more writing done this week since I’m on break, I promise!

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[kiame-sama]

Tender Love and Care- (Yandere!Miguel x sick!reader)

Warnings; reader is bed bound by illness, helplessness, obsessive miguel, mention of kidnapping, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, lovesick yandere, semi-soft miguel, scolding, confusion, fever, mention of death, possessive behavior, slight objectification,

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"Reckless and stupid, that's all it was! Do you not understand how stupid it was? Truly? You could have caused the multiverse to completely collapse!"

Miguel hissed as he paced in front of the three most recent spider-people to let him down. He thought that they would be able to handle a simple mission, but it was clear that he put far too much faith in those standing before him. Keeping the multiverse from collapsing was no easy feat, but so far it seemed like Miguel was the only one holding things together.

"But, Sir, the parameters of the mission were to deal with the anomalies."

"And did you deal with them? No! Ay, madre de Dios, now Noir and Spider-punk have to deal with the extras you all missed. If I have to step in again on another botched mission-"

The soft sound of coughing made Miguel fall silent, his head turning to the door at the back of his office where his most treasured possession lay. A soft whimper and croaking noise made his brow furrow in worry. The other spider-people standing at attention exchanged a look of confusion before his attention snapped back to them.

"Do better next time or there won't be a next time. Dismissed."

He held his stony demeanor for a moment longer as they shuffled out of his office with their heads bowed low, red eyes trailing the group with precision. The coughing sound came again, this time closer than before. Low ragged breaths were being gasped down as the raspy sound of labored lungs fought to inflate.

"Miguel..?"

"(Y/n)," the dark haired man turned on his heel and approached the now open back door, "you should be in bed resting."

Despite their sallow and sunken features, he still found his dearest to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It didn't matter how many universes he had to look through before he found them again, he was going to keep this version alive. Of course, the constant canon events were trying rather hard to take them away, but he wouldn't let that happen.

The current problem was a rather debilitating illness that wracked the body and lungs of his beloved, leaving them gasping for every breath. Each cough struck his heart with pain as Miguel heard the following whimpers that came with any fit. If he could only lift away the illness that plagued his dearest, he would happily do so. However, all he could do for them at this point was keep them comfortable and hope their immune system could fight off the worst of the virus they were plagued with.

"Come on, you need your rest."

They didn't argue or fight against his gentle touch as he herded them back towards the large bed in the room. Though the room had once been for Miguel alone, it was now less sparsely decorated and seemed to have a bit more life to it thanks to the new life he felt he received from his darling. Miguel was careful to keep an eye out for any sign of stumbling or struggling so he could catch his darling before they had a chance to fall.

As their foot caught on the corner of a carpet, he quickly caught them in his arms. He may not have the spider sense like many others did, but he was no less observant of his surroundings. His muscled arms were hardened after years of training and fighting, so lifting his darling the rest of the way into the bed was an easy task for Miguel.

The other spider people knew Miguel had someone in his room, though they didn't know the true origin of how that person came to reside in the room. Not that Miguel would tell them, but he had scoured the many universes for any incarnation of his beloved and only found them after months of searching. They were laying in bed, rendered helpless by the pandemic illness that consumed that universe. He couldn't just leave them laying there without any help or defense.

His universe had already mostly eradicated the virus in question, so he knew they would be better off with him instead of in their dying universe riddled with the aggressive virus. Sure, he hadn't exactly asked if he could take them away, but in their delirium they weren't exactly able to deny thier savior anyway.

Once he got them back to his home, he endeavored to keep them safe and sequestered until the virus passed. Lyla was both supportive and judgemental of Miguel taking and keeping his beloved from their universe, she also knew how it would destroy Miguel to lose them again. She brushed off any questions the other spider-people asked her and simply said Miguel was allowed to keep his personal life away from his work life.

"Miguel..."

The hoarse whine of his dearest drew him back to the present as he finished tucking them into bed, resting a cool cloth over their forehead. They rest their cheek against his hand, nuzzling into his touch affectionately as they stared up at him with a kind of feverish delusion. He let the small smile tug at the corner of his lips as he stared lovingly at his darling.

"Rest, I'll wake you up later with food, alright?"

"M'kay..."

"Te amo, (y/n)."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #tw mention of kidnapping #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderman 2099 #clearly quite self serving considering I am bedbound by COVID while posting this

[ayeforscotland]

Good morning Aye, or afternoon maybe?

Could you explain what the Post Office scandal is about?

Howdy! Sure thing. The Post Office scandal is probably one of the biggest contemporary miscarriages of justice in the UK. To the point where calling it a 'scandal' actually minimises how terrible it is.

To be absolutely clear, the pressure and stress the victims of the 'scandal' had to deal with is linked with 4 suicides. An innocent young mum was jailed while she was pregnant with her second child. Countless others sent to prison or left financially ruined. Marriages and families were destroyed.

To start with, what is a Post Office? Some people might be under the impression that Post Offices in the UK are ran by the Royal Mail. They are not.

The Post Office is a retail company. Most Post Offices are run by franchise owners (In the same way, people can run a franchise of McDonalds). These people are referred to as 'Sub-postmasters'. The scandal saw over 700 sub-postmasters convicted of a number of financial misconduct crimes - straight up theft, fraud, providing false accounts.

The cause of all of this was a SOFTWARE ERROR.

The Post Office's Horizon system was had a fault which reported false shortfalls of money. The Post Office claimed the system was robust, and they went after these people.

The reason why people are talking about it more now is that ITV released a dramatisation of it at the start of the year. Hopefully it leads to convictions being overturned.

[jpitha]

Drives like Crazy

So, humans have this thing where they underestimate risks that are long term, and overestimate risks that are short term. Since we come from such a dangerous world, it kind of makes sense. In the deep recesses of the past, if you were overly wary about that bear over there, you were more likely to survive. But eating healthy all life long to avoid heart disease? That's a problem for Tomorrow Me.

It could be that Xenos that come from less dangerous words have a different view of risk than we do, and would be... concerned by the things that we do all the time because we underestimate their risk.

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"Set helm to manual, I have control." Jesse's voice was smooth and confident as she sat forward in the leatherette upholstered seat on the command deck. A joystick and a panel with buttons rose out of the floor as foot pedals rose up to meet her booted feet.

"Captain, I would like to register a concern." Unity said. They were the transport freighter that Jesse was now controlling, and they were clearly against this.

"Your concern is registered and noted" Jessie didn't stop setting up the controls. "But as you are aware, manual controls must be tested and verified working quarterly."

Mer'ally, the chief engineer, and unofficial voice of the K'laxi crew onboard Unity turned from her station and looked at Jesse. "I mean, Unity has a point. While we do have to test the manual control system, we don't have to test it while coming to dock at Hyacinth during one of the busiest times of the year."

Jesse's smile was thin and strained. "Once again, your concern has been noted." Jesse's eyes flicked up to the K'laxi staring at her. Mer'ally was unusually tall for a K'laxi, she was nearly Jesse's height. Her reddish orange fur complimented her large green eyes. With her large expressive ears flicking as she spoke her worries, Jesse couldn't help wonder why she was so distracted by her. She shook her head slightly. "Regardless. We have to test manual controls, and I want to practice docking with Hyacinth. We need to know how to pilot Unity in all situations, including docking."

Unity sighed. They weren't going to be able to talk her out of this. "As you wish, Captain, relinquishing control."

Jesse harumphed and got back to work. She ran the joystick in all directions, and everyone felt the ship wiggle in response. With a satisfied nod, Jesse adjusted the inertial compensators down a touch. She wanted to be able to feel the ship move, but not enough to get people motion sick. She nodded in satisfaction and looked up at the other people with her.

"Yen. Please request docking with Hyacinth."

"Aye Captain." Yen bustled at her station. Jesse wondered how she lucked out that all the officers on the command deck today were women, and once again had to push that thought out of her mind. She was on duty now.

After a moment Yen called out. "Docking approved. We're clear to dock on the lower ring, bay 33."

"Bay 33 aye." Jesse punched in the location on her control screen, and her vision was overlayed with the best path to the dock. She'll have to match rotation with Hyacinth, but since it's so large, they shouldn't have to go too fast. She goosed the thrusters and Unity started moving forward.

As they trundled towards bay 33, Jesse put Unity's controls through their paces. She gently rolled the ship to make sure the maneuvering thrusters worked correctly, she tumbled it end-over-end and she yawed it in place all the way around. It was actually a lot of fun. She could imagine the looks the other ships gave as Unity spun and pirouetted in place as it moved slowly towards their docking bay, but Jesse didn't care. Maybe she wanted to show off.

As the last maneuver finished, Jesse spun Unity such that with a few puffs from the main drive they'd match rotation with Hyacinth and being docking. Right before she fired the main drive, her console squawked.

"Collision imminent! Collision imminent! CHANGE DIRECTION NOW"

"What?" Jesse pulled hard on the joystick, and the front thrusters fired, sending the noise high while also stopping their forward momentum. With the compensators set low, everyone lurched forward in their seats. In the distance, Jesse heard a crash as something tipped over.

Unity called out. "Captain! There's a Starjumper that's thrusting away from Hyacinth without getting departure permission. Hyacinth is firing on it, and it's coming this way!"

"Why would they be shooting at a Starjumper?" Mer'ally's tail flicked. "Did they skip out on their docking fee?"

"Doesn't matter why right now." Yen didn't move her head from her console. "Comms are screaming with people yelling at them. They're not responding to anyone. They're on the run."

Jesse's screen was filled with the sight of one of the gigantic old interstellar starships bearing down on them. Orange lights of the tracers from the slug launchers oh Hyacinth were zipping past them. She felt ice in her veins as she realized that the Starjumper was going to hit them unless she did something drastic. An instant later, the collision alarm screamed loud again in the ship.

Jesse toggled ship-wide comms. "Juke charges! Brace for shock!" She fired the juke charges; small emergency explosives fired out of Unity and immediately exploded with their characteristic double boom. The area around the juke charge launchers were reinforced and bowl shaped to catch as much of the energy from the explosion as possible. The blast pushed the ship away with a lurch just as the Starjumper and slugs from Hyacinth passed where they were not a second ago.

"Hold tight everyone, I'm going get us away from here" Jesse's hands and feet danced over the panel as she increased power and started to thrust away. With the compensators still turned down, everyone felt the sickening drop as Unity dove and spun and turned as they were trying to get away from the attack.

"Jesse! You're too close to that ship!" Unity didn't even bother to call her Captain. Jesse saw the ship that Unity mentioned almost too late. She came hard on the portside thrusters and everyone held their breath as they glided by the ship.

"You were close enough to scorch their paint Jes-Captain." Mer'ally sighed in relief and grinned.

"The important thing is we missed, Mer." Jesse looked up and flashed a smile and a wink. Mer'ally quickly turned back to her station, but not before a ripple of fur went down her body, a K'laxi blush.

Unity sounded testy. "Captain. The danger has passed and you have more than proven your piloting ability as well as the function of the manual controls. Can I please have the helm?"

Jesse leaned back from her station and stretched. She was concentrating so hard it felt like no time at all had passed. "All right Unity. I release the helm. You have control."

"Aye Captain. Resuming docking with Hyacinth."

Now all Jesse had to do was wait for docking to complete and stress about whether she could ask Mer'ally out on a date. Unity was a civilian ship and they all worked for Houndstooth, one of the major Sol based corporations, so it wasn't like they had to worry about a higher ranked officer hitting on a lower ranked one, but Jesse still worried. She might say no. It was going to be a long wait to dock.

#writing #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #sci fi writing #the k'laxiverse #humanity fuck yeah #hfy

[silent-raven13]

I'm Hobie Brown and...

Every so often when a new group of Spider-heroes come in, some of the original Spider-heroes would introduce themselves. One who is always the loudest one to start off the controversy with Miguel O'Hara.

"This wanker had the whole Spider Society chasing after a fifteen year old boy about four or five years ago!" Hobie spoke to the new comers, "And he's still running this place."

"Wait, a 15 year old boy?" A new Spider-woman with a West African pattern designs around her suit asked being confused at the leader of the organization.

"Brown!" Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, "How many times do I have to tell you to stop bringing that up?"

"Not until, this place goes down under, mate! We as a Spider-people shouldn't have to follow rules, and order!" The punker swing from one part of the office to another. "We are to break the system, not follow who does this and that!"

"Ohhh!" The young Spider-heroes awed, some even taking notes.

Miguel shake his head with his eyes widen, "Wait, wait, don't write that. What are you guys doing? Don't listen to him! Este pinche cabrón!" Already giving up from Hobie's annoying introduction.

Miles came into the office holding bags of lunch, while sipping his slushy. He didn't have his mask on, "Whoa, looks like he already got the new comers into him, huh tio?"

"Morales? What are you doing here?" Miguel looks over to find the nineteen year old standing by the platform.

"I brought lunch for Gwen and Pav!" Miles holds one of the bags up in the air. "Where are they?"

"Over here!" Gwen uses her web to get the bag and pulled up to the ceiling. Miguel and Miles looks over to find them sitting at one of the edges talking.

"When did you guys come in?" Miguel asked out loud, "This room isn't for hanging out! It's a place of business, to group and prepare for missions! Ay, DIOS ayúdame!"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! A place of "business"." Pav rolled his eyes under his mask with air quoting, "We get it, Miguel! This place is our new favorite spot, now!"

Gwen laughs along Pav, "Yeah, dude. We like the vibe here. Ohhh, they gave us extra Crab Rangoons!" She peaked in the bag to find extra items, "Yum! I was so craving for Chinese food!" The two walks over to one of the bulky vertical walls to sit and eat in peace.

"And I don't believe in ruthless dictatorships under this organization!" Hobie's voice rings their ears.

Miles could only laugh at his boyfriend's long rants against the hierarchy and government. Miguel placed his hands on his hips with his head down, "Miles go get your novio before I pop a blood vessel."

"Come on, tio. You know, he does this all the time. You should get use to it." He giggles hearing his boyfriend's voice, his lips part away from his plushie, "See, almost done."

"Morales." A warning from the Big Boss.

"Okay. Okay." Miles turns toward the group and said out loud, "Mi amor, I brought lunch!"

"And that's my cue to leave, mates! I hope you all learn about the conspiracies of this place!" Hobie got up on one of the tables and swing over to his boyfriend. "Hello, luv!" He took off his mask to give Miles a big kiss on the cheek, "You got our food."

"Yup, Indian today! I got the curry you like with some garlic naan." His boyfriend happily said.

Pav said, "It better be authentic Indian!"

"In this cafeteria? How?" Gwen snorted at him.

"Huh, true! Nevermind!" Pav shouted out loud.

Gwen leans over at Pav without her mask on, "Hey, you know what will be funny?"

"Ohh, what?" Her friend leans in to listen her whispers. "Ohhh, that's a good one!"

The wavy haired Spider-man spoke out, "Hey Hobie! Did you even started your intro? You forgot to mention you don't like the AM or the PM!"

"A la puta madre! NO! Don't you start, Brown!" Miguel was about to give his own explanation about their caused.

"I almost forgot." Hobie grins widely loving making Miguel pissed off.

"Bae, we're supposed to have lunch together." Miles pouts having to sway side to side to at least help his boss from his boyfriend's long rants.

"I will. Enjoy with Gwen and Pav, Sunflower!"

"Miles, come up here!" Gwen quickly said having her hand gesturing him to come up to where they are sitting.

Miles climbs up giving an apologetic look towards Miguel. The older Spider-man could only sigh from frustration. The nineteen year old Spider-man sat next to his blond friend, "What's up?"

"You know, how Hobie likes to claim he doesn't believe in a lot of stuff... so I got this idea." She giggles.

"Huh oh." Miles grins, "What kind of thing your pulling?"

"Nothing. I swear, this will be fun!" Gwen leans over to whisper in Miles' ears.

"Ohhh, I see." He smiles widely.

Hobie stood on a table beginning his intro, "I'm Hobie Brown, when I’m not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political action slash performing art pieces. OR, having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model. I hate the AM, I hate the PM, I hate labels!" He kicks off some items on the tables only to piss off Miguel more. "I'm not a hero, because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing narcissistic autocrat! Like this gentlemen over there!" He eyes on the leader of Spider Society.

"Pinche pendejo!" Miguel mutters lowly, saw the new-comers were writing everything down, "Don't write that down!"

"So you don't believe in labels?" A Spider-man asked wearing a tobe with his own Middle Eastern designs.

Another one with a nerdy voice spoke up wearing a futuristic Cyber-Punk Spiderman outfit, "Yeah, you hate all labels!"

"I. Hate. All. LABELS."

"Really!" Gwen spoke up out loud, "All labels, mate?"

"All, Gwendy!"

"Even if I say if this is a chopsticks?" She holds her chopsticks

"Yup!" Hobie said proudly, "I can say those are forks! I don't believe in none. None what's so ever."

"Not even if I say the sky is blue!" Pav asked out loud.

"I can say it's Red!" Hobie said as a matter of fact, "All about being chaotic. Keep stirring the pot." He wasn't aware of his boyfriend standing next to him with his hands behind his back being adorable.

"Even if there's a police caution tape?" Gwen asked out loud.

"I'll rip the bloody thing off! No one can tell me what to do! I am Hobie Brown!" Hobie spoke up, "Not gonna let a pig tell me what to do or say!"

The new Spider-heroe 'Ooohhhed' and 'Ahhhed' at him seeing how inspiring he is to be his own Spider-man. That's something they need to work on. "No, don't listen to him. He's only saying this to start trouble." Miguel began.

"But that's what a dictator would say." A new-comer Spider-man said slowly, they all were eyeing him.

"I like this lad's way of thinking." The punker chuckles lowly seeing how annoyed and mad Miguel looks. When he turns around to go to eat with his friends, he blinks in surprised to find his boyfriend next to him, "Luv, what are you doing down here?"

"Bae..." Miles's lips twisted into a wide smirk, "You said you hate all labels."

"Yes, luv. You know this."

"But," He cutely pouts with his bottom lip popping out a bit more, "that means you don't believe in us. So we're not in a relationship?" Having fake tears! "You think of us as nothing?"

The new-comers all went, "Ohhhh."

"No! No, luv! I never meant it that way." Hobie said out loud with worried going over to hug him.

"But-but..." Miles frowns, "That means you don't like it when I called you baby or mi amor?"

"No, I do! I believe in whatever YOU SAY, luv." Hobie said having to comfort his boyfriend.

"Really? So if I say the sky is Green?" Miles asked innocently.

"The sky is green!"

Miguel rolled his eyes, "Oh brother..." He thought to himself.

"And if I say we're in a relationship?"

"We are in a relationship, Sunflower!" Hobie picks up his boyfriend in bridal style, "Only my darling Sunflower words matter to me." He kisses Miles' cheek.

"So you do believe in labels?" One Spider-person said.

"Only what my Sunflower says! I'm Hobie Brown and I'm in a happy relationship with my boyfriend, Miles and the sky is green." He kisses his boyfriend on the lips. Miles giggles with that response while their friends laughs.

#punkflower #miles morales 1610 #miles morales #miles x hobie #hobie x miles #hobie brown #hobart brown #spider verse #spiderverse #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman #punk flower fanfic #punkflower fanfic #flower punk #flowerpunk #flower punk fanfic

[leclsrc]

CONGRATS ON 2K!!!i have a request for carlos- Resting their head on their partner's shoulder. Maybe they're tired, they need comfort for some reason, or they're just craving closeness to someone.

i knew you – cs55

genre: fluff...., 2k celebration, title from this

resting their head on their partner's shoulder. Maybe they're tired, they need comfort for some reason, or they're just craving closeness to someone.

Carlos has been singing slurred lyrics of a Luis Miguel song for the past ten minutes.

You should’ve expected this—it’s the effect of him getting a few too many cocktails into his system. You’d spotted him at the bar with Zhou taste-testing a few glasses that quickly evolved into several shots, and the rest is history. No, the rest is a Luis Miguel song, actually. 

His head’s been on your bare shoulder the whole time, voice occasionally thinning out into a whisper, signaling he’s getting sleepy. Then he starts all over again with renewed vigor, words leaving him in passionate Spanish. And it wasn’t for lack of trying, in your defense—many attempts to push him off or quiet him were made, became successful for just a minute, and then he was back.

The driver you’d called to pick you both up and drive you to the hotel is stuck in traffic, slowing his arrival by a few minutes at the least, which means the valet officers at the waiting area have become the not-so-willing spectators to the free concert. Your hell is short-lived when you see it pulling up right in front of you.

“Carlos,” you whisper. “Come on, get up.”

“Ay,” he says, words jagged and garbled. “Aún no. Dame—dame un beso borracho primero.”

You don’t understand it, but you’re in Ibiza, so the valet officers do, a light wave of giggles floating amongst them. You shrug it off and clutch his hand, guiding him to the car. “Come on,” you urge again. “Please, Carlos, I—just get in.”

He nods, still drunk, but heeding your orders and collapsing into the backseat. He refuses to let go of your hand, even after his fuzzy brain seems to have registered your irritance at having to tote him around like a child. He squeezes it, not too tight, a silent apology. You recite the hotel name.

“Could you hurry, a bit, too?” You ask, rechecking the texts you’d sent. “Please. Somebody’s waiting for us, is all.”

The driver hums in polite acknowledgement, and Ibiza becomes a blurry mess through the glass. A chill creeps up your back at Carlos’ hand holding yours so tightly, electricity coursing through the rest of you. He’s stopped singing—he did ever since he entered the car—but he’s lucid still, eyes darting around the landscape. 

Spurred by the tipsiness, his head comes crashing on your shoulder again. Then, “I think of you when I sing that song.”

You pretend not to hear, but your silence is permissive. “I don’t know how to say it properly. But I miss you all the time. I miss you right now. You’re just right beside me. It—it, what do you call it, quemar? Oh, it burns me.”

Still you’re quiet. It’s the alcohol, you tell yourself. The alcohol, the party lights, the Ibiza of it all. He’s speaking nonsense. You’re okay. You squeeze his hand, to quell his words.

“I love you,” he says. 

“We’re here,” you respond, letting go. You push the heavy door open and this time, you don’t offer a helping hand, walking into the lobby and listening for his wobbly, following footsteps. And you think, with a damning pain—whatever happened, the inkling of something; all that’s over now.

You look up, and his girlfriend is the first to see you, face etched with concern.

“Oh, God. Carlos!” She clasps a hand over her mouth and jogs to him, passing you by and bringing him into her arms. She kisses his cheek, asks if he’s okay, what the hell did he drink? They exchange words in Spanish, and you pause, eyeing them. The way he nods, says he loves her, the way her hands cup his neck. You watch quietly, meekly, you tell yourself.

But you know longingly is the better word.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” she says, approaching you, Carlos’ arm slung over her shoulders. You don’t meet his eyes.

“It’s no problem,” you croak. “Sorry for the bother.”

“Nonsense.” She beams. “You’re a great friend.”

#f1 #carlos sainz #leclsrc2000 #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader

[lonelinessinthemirrordimension]

You’re my best friend

Hobie Brown • They/Them Pronouns • Just a couple of besties in the spider society giving mentors a hard time while also making the best of the time they get together. Even when shit hits the fan • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Some tragic backstories mentioned / Minor Injuries / Miguel being Miguel

For @cabinofcontentment

“The big angry panther really wants me on this anomaly?” Hobie scoffs walking beside Jessica on their way to the briefing room.

“Yes and I thought you would be a little more excited for this one”

“Now why is that?” The punk tilts his head a bit curious, but was met with annoyance from one of his mentors.

“Hobie. You don’t read the anomaly reports before these meetings do you?” Jessica asks watching that devilish smile of his emerge. “Alright. Well you’ll enjoy your partner on this one, they have not shut up about their excitement”

“Now I’m curious on who it—-“

“Hobie!” The familiar voice was music to his ears watching the figure run out of the darkness in Miguel’s office into the light revealing Y/F/N Y/L/N.

The spider person of Earth-838. A universe that is prepared for most problems that may or may not arise. So why have a Spiderman in this universe? Well shit still happens at a level that doesn’t concern the Illuminati. Leaving it to Y/N to take care of where they reside in the West Coast.

Hobie has always admired them since they’ve joined spider society around the same time he did. They were a chaotic little spitfire with their dark silver suit with sea-foam accents on their arms and legs. Then the outlier of the deep red spider sprawled on their back. They were one of the few organic spider people, he grew to know and that arachnid gracing their shoulders is a part of the organic webbing and improved vision. If you think about Spiderman from Earth-199999 and his suit’s self defense system “Kill mode”, that’s what they have. Except it’s infused to their spine and comes out whenever they need it. Never for killing though. That’s a bit extreme don’t you think?

But Y/N wasn’t in their suit for that meeting. They had been called for a briefing in the middle of one of their self care days.

“Are you exciting for this anomaly? We are helping Spider-cat in his universe!”

“Oh I didn’t—-“

“Yeah I figured. I’ll catch yea up enough so Miguel doesn’t have a tantrum” Y/N smiles about to inform Hobie but they couldn’t help but notice the laugh they got out of Jessica. “Oh Ben owes me ten bucks” they smile even more when Jessica playful glared at them to the whispered comment while Hobie chuckles to himself.

Hobie was informed enough by Y/N’s standards when they reached Miguel’s floating pad. He instantly knew the man would be in a mood and a clear give away was the eight legs sprouting out of Y/N’s back launching them off the ground high enough to avoid the computer panel Miguel had thrown their direction.

“Aye. We don’t need an in work injury now do we?” Hobie scoffs as Y/N hops back down from the ceiling feeling Jessica’s hand rest on their shoulder once their tense expression subsided.

“You are late. Y/N could’ve taken care of it by now”

“Right. Well. Are you going to speak or continue to have a fit?”

“Just. Y/N get suited and you two head the fuck out already. If you need backup, Jess is on call” Miguel sighs turning away from them to return to his personal anomaly search.

The three headed out of the room not even after five minutes of being in there. Guess Miguel wanted his frustration taken out on someone almost in a literal physical sense. Hobie watches Y/N stretch their back slightly once the legs retracted, noticing how they pierced through what seemed to be a new jacket.

“You heard Miguel. You need backup, I’m there” Jess reminds the two before going to check up on her new mentees.

“He seemed a bit miffed this mornin’” Hobie comments on his behavior while following Y/N to one of the locker rooms so that they can get suited up given he was already.

“I heard a rumor that he found more information about the 42 anomaly. Before you and Jess came, he was talking about it with me…then got pissed and tossed his cup of coffee at me that time”

“…Alright?” The concern in his voice shot right through them as they instantly grabbed his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m okay” Y/N smiles before pushing him back playfully, entering the locker room to get suited up.

Entering Spider-cat’s universe was exciting for Y/N given they were curious if it was all cats or only animals. Like the movie zootopia, something they watched from someone else’s universe, except not humanoid. It was the first one. All cats.

“You can’t take one home” Hobie spoiled their seeded plan knowing Y/N was pouting behind their mask. “Let’s find Peter before—-“

Suddenly a cat tree that was made into a building barreled its way toward Hobie and Y/N, Hobie quickly taking his guitar and strumming loud enough to rapture the building while Y/N had quickly moved the cats out of the way of the fallen debris.

“WHY AM I IN A PLACE FULL OF FUCKING FELINES?!” A Doc Ock anomaly was their target as his tentacles grabbed building after building and tossing them all over the place while Spider-cat quickly webbed them up to avoid any of them hitting other cats.

“Isn’t the story of Spider-cat a bit gruesome?”

“Different spider-cat. There’s 3 from what I understand. But one isn’t actually a spider person.” Y/N informs as they started to make their way to help Spider-cat take care of the Doc Ock with Hobie following shortly behind.

As Doc Ock continued to toss the buildings toward now 3 spider people, Y/N did their best to latch their web onto them and quickly swing them back toward the villain as Hobie started to grab cat after cat directing them carefully away from the commotion even if it meant tossing a few into a big web he made.

“This guy torturing cats!” Y/N groans as their legs formed from their back to help them move quickly against the building.

Spider-cat let out an angered hiss toward Hobie indicating he’s the one torturing the cats because again, he was tossing them into a web to avoid them getting hurt by the anomaly.

“Sorry, fella. I’ll take care of it when we’re done”

“More so I will. Since I know how to get rid of the webbing faster than most spider people” Y/N quickly comments as they launch themselves toward Doc Ock with an extreme force courtesy of their spider legs from their back.

But as they were retracting themselves back into place, Doc’s tentacle suddenly grabbed some of their legs forcing it out of Y/N before throwing them into a nearby building.

“Y/N!” Hobie yells as he quickly picked up the pace in his step taking his guitar and knocking the doc off his feet noticing the webbing latched onto his ankles.

Soon the doc was dragged through his own mess and lifted off the ground, both Hobie and Spider-cat watching Y/N had gotten themselves out of the rubble tugging on the anomaly throwing the doc over them and harshly into the ground. Enough to knock the villain out. When the two came over and Spidercat took care of tying the villain up, Hobie noticed Y/N shaking a bit.

“Hey—Y/N, are you alright, mate?” Hobie tried to get them to respond but given when he tried to lay a comforting hand, they retracted. “Alright. Alright…Come on my feline friend. Let’s clean up this rubbish”

While the two took care of such, Y/N took the trap Miguel invented to secure Doc Ock and have him transported back to the spider society watching him disappear before going through the rubble making sure no one left anything. But also picking up two of their legs that the villain managed to actually rip out of their back.

“Lyla?”

“Yes Y/N?” The small hologram appeared by their head and instantly took note of the situation. “You should be seen at spider society immediately. Has this happened before?” She asks watching them shake their head as she didn’t wait to call in Jess to help Hobie and spider-cat clean up.

Hobie never liked this part of the job, cleaning up in a sense was simply taking care of whatever the anomaly may have left. Having to leave the destruction of the universe to the locals. But after doing his part and taking in a few locals’ attention by giving them pets, Hobie watched a portal open revealing Jess.

“Oy!” Hobie calls out to gain her attention as she let Lyla do a quick scan of the area. “Why are you here?”

“Lyla sent Y/N back. Did you not see what happen?” Jess questions Hobie who was just as confused as she was, hoping that he’d give her some answers.

Next thing the two knew, Spider-cat trotted his way over and meowed into his watch which lead to the scene being played out for them. Hobie’s normally neutral expression went to anxiety watching Doc Ock grab Y/N by their spider legs and tearing two off when tossing them.

“Fucking hell…”

“Shit. Lyla do a scan of the scene for…yeah. Then we’ll call it—-“ Jess turns to watch Hobie leave through a portal making her sigh. “I can’t be mad at him”

“Everything is cleaned up. All Spider-cat’s deal now”

“Alright. I gotta go check on my kid” Jess refers to anyone she mentors as her kids, Y/N being one of them.

Entering spider society, Hobie looked around for his partner not finding them in any of the places he’d think they would be. Even went to the infirmary and couldn’t find them there. Next thing he knew, a hand through a portal grabbed the back of his guitar strap pulling him through and into the universe with Earth-838.

“Why did you go to the society first?” Jessica caught him off guard as most injuries would get reported.

“Thought they’d be there”

“Their injuries were too much for our docs to handle so they went to the Illuminati of their universe to get checked out.”

“How do you—-“

“Do you not use any of the utilities at the society?”

The punk instantly gave her a deadpan look to her question as Jessica couldn’t believe she even asked that.

Y/N’s universe knew about the multiverse and took care of anomalies in their own way. But given their connection with spider society with the help of their own spider, the worry was very small for incursions.

The two walked through the Illuminati building and was met with Dr. Palmer and her infectious smile.

“They’re alright. The arachnid in their spine is similar to a few species that are able to regenerate their legs. So they’ll be back in a few weeks” Palmer shows an x-ray of their back to Jess while Hobie decided to slip past them. “But it will be painful and best if they don’t be on call for a while”

“I agree. We have enough capable individuals to cover for their time. What did you do with—“

“Y/N buried them. We aren’t going to question it, even if Richards wants to desperately.” Palmer laughs leading Jess to the main laboratory watching Richards getting his hands smacked away from Hobie as he was sat beside Y/N who was trying to hide in the rafters. “Reed. Cmon. Give them a break”

“I wanted to check the hematoma before they returned home. But this one is being rather annoying” Reed sighs only to be smacked in the head by a boot. “Excuse me!”

“Hobie!” Jess exclaims as both Hobie and Y/N pretend like nothing had happened. “Are you serious?!”

“What? He was botherin’ my favorite person. Just doing everybody a favor”

“By throwing your shoe at Mr. Richards?!”

“Who says it was my shoe?” Hobie flipped himself to hang upside down from the beam they were sitting on as Y/N did the same thing mimicking him before slipping slightly. They were on pain killers from the pain and it wasn’t a good idea to do their spider shenanigans. But when they fell, Hobie quickly webbed them and carefully setting them on the floor.

“Okay hun, how about let’s not get any more injuries and get you home” Jess laughs helping them up and removing the webs off them.

The two took care of getting Y/N home and Jess left Hobie alone with them for just a moment knowing he can’t stay in their universe for too long. Because of Miguel’s rules. But she wasn’t going to rat him out, she has a soft side for the both of them.

“Alright?” Hobie gently nudged their shoulder as they were sitting on the balcony of Y/N’s apartment overlooking the beach.

“Mhm. You…uhm. Gonna spend the night? I know it’s not your thing”

Hobie scoffs in a playful manner wrapping his arm carefully around their shoulders.

“You’re my best friend, dear” He smiles watching their eyes light up to what he’s to say next. “How could I say no to yea?”

#lonelinessinthemirrordimension #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader

[makosworld]

Corporate Struggles

╰┈➤ hobie brown x gn!reader

Synopsys: rockstar!hobie is struggling; he comes to Walmart for a new job where you work. ~1.8k words Notes/warnings: pet names for the reader. he’s taller than the reader. maybe ooc?

On your regular Monday afternoon, you clock into your shift at Walmart. "8:01 am, good enough." You mutter, walking to the back, where you're assigned to be taking items from, so you can shelve them, where needed. Suddenly, a shockingly tall man bumps into you.

“Ah- sorry, mate, oh- wait, you work here, right?” He says gesturing to your obvious Walmart uniform.

“Yeah, I do, how can I help ya?"

“Well, I’m in need of a job, whole rockstar deal ain’t working out for me too well, ya see.” He tells you, leaning down slightly to face you better.

“Oh, that sucks mate, but yeah I could lead you over to someone to get you an application and all, shouldn’t be too difficult to land a job here, I don’t think.” You reply, gesturing at him to follow you with your hand.

He follows, “Thank you, doll, I appreciate the help.”

Although you’re a bit flustered at the pet name, you keep your cool, “It’s nothing really, don’t worry about it!” Leading him over to the manager’s office, you open the door and greet the lady working there. “Hey Janet, I have this guy who would like to get a job here.”

“Sure thing, come in both of you,” she greets leading you two to take a seat on the chairs facing her desk. She conducts a normal questionnaire, Hobie answering her questions and you feeling like you should probably leave, but not doing so because you feel it’s too awkward at this point. After finishing up her questionnaire, “Alright, you seem a good fit to work with us, just fill out this information form and you’ll be set to come in to work tomorrow!” she says to Hobie. “And thank you for helping Hobie here find me, y/n.”

“It’s no problem, Janet,” you reply.

Hobie interjects, “Hold on, I can come in tomorrow, that soon?”

“Yup! You see we’re a little short staffed, so the extra hand is needed as soon as possible.” Janet replies a little sheepishly.

“Well, thanks. I’m... looking forward to it.” Hobie says beginning to make his way out the door.

Following him you give him your goodbyes, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, I s’pose.”

“Ughh, yeah I guess so…” he grumbles in a voice stark in comparison to his cheery tone earlier.

“Ay, not to excited for work tomorrow, I take it?”

“No, of course not. I’m devastated that I have to turn to the point of working for a capitalistic system like Walmart...” The very name seemingly giving him shivers down his spine. “I really didn’t want it to come to something like this. But I’m left with no other option, with the bastard cops shutting down all my concerts, and background checks… getting in the way of most other jobs, it seems that the corporate society we live in has won once again. Landing me at Walmart, the only place they’ve left that I can turn to to get a couple bucks, so I don’t starve to death.” He, to some, rambles incoherently, but you understand his words and can relate in some ways to his struggles, even though you’re not a rockstar, like he apparently is.

“I understand the struggle, mate-”

“-Hobie, you can just call me Hobie, unless you prefer love, of course.” He cuts you off. “And I understand that it may be tough dealing with this harsh reality that I face, at least there’s a pretty face to keep me some company.” He says, and this time looking up at him, you can see the playful look coming onto his features, as he speaks, smirking down at you. Before you can get a word in, he starts, “Well, I’ll be off now, see you tomorrow!” he calls walking away.

‘That was odd,’ you think to yourself, but continue on your day, like a good little corporate worker, anyways.

…

You come in 30 minutes early to work the next day, via orders from your boss, who decided that you would be perfect to help situate Hobie to his new job. ‘He’s hot though, so I’m not too upset about the loss of some sleep, I guess,’ you think to yourself.

“’Ello, doll, pleasure seeing you here, today.” Hobie says coming over to you, in his casual attire.

‘Speak of the devil.’ You speak, “Hey, Hobie, come with me; I’ll show you to the employee changing room to get you a new uniform, and all.” Walking to the back, you lead him into the room and pick up his uniform shirt and vest. Turning to hand them to him, you see him there, looking at you, shirtless. “W- what are you doing,” you ask, dumbfounded, staring at his exposed torso.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m going to change. Isn’t that what we came back here for?” He asks you, tilting an eyebrow up.

“Um- I s’pose so. Yeah, here, go ahead. I was just thinking you would’ve liked to change in the bathroom or something,” you tell him trying to avoid staring at his lean chest, and slutty little waist.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, doll. I don’t mind letting a cutie like you ogle at my handsome build.” He says, giggling a bit at his own words. He puts on the shirt and vest, “Alright, whadya think, sugar?”

“You look perfectly ready to labor away for the big-name corporations,” you reply with a smirk.

…

You’ve introduced him to most of the back machinery, and how to do the job and he’s actually pretty helpful. Leaning up to place something onto the tallest shelf, you swear you could’ve reached it (maybe with some climbing if you’re short.) But Hobie decides otherwise, plucking the can from your hand, to lean against your back and place it at the top of a stack. Looking up you can see that he’s at eye level with the shelf. “Ahm… um.. thank you,” you mumble out, looing away from him, who hasn’t moved from his spot behind you.

Leaning down into your ear, he knows, he whispers, “I don’t mind, doll. You can always ask for my help.” He pulls back and continues on with his job, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his features.

‘Finding love at Walmart? Wild, typa shit you only find in fanfics. Haha.” Pushing aside the thought, you continue stocking the shelves.

…

You get home after another day of work, tired as you usually are. Throwing your stuff where it goes, you strip down and change into some cute pajamas. You heat up a pizza and sit down to eat it. Your window is open, and you admire the view outside your apartment. Spider-punk passes by- wait what? You hop up to look outside your window and see Spider-punk, in-the-flesh. He’s fighting some... thing and you can only watch as he finishes up a battle with it and throws it through some kinda portal. ‘It’s him. It’s spider-punk I gotta say hi.’ “HEY, SPIDER-PUNK!” You yell out your window and he actually hears you, to your surprise. ’He must have some super hearing power or something. Oh, he’s coming over here, omg.’

Spider-punk comes over to your window and flinches with what seems like surprise at seeing you, it’s hard to tell with the mask. “’Ello, love, fan of mine I see?” He asks in a teasing tone.

‘He sounds familiar,’ but you brush it off because that’s not too important right now. “Yeah! You’re amazing! I really appreciate all the good you do for our communities, you’re a hero,” you all but gush to him.

“I’m glad to know someone so pretty appreciates my work, although I’m not a hero, calling myself a hero would only be self-absorbed and narcissistic.”

“Well, you’re a hero to me,” you tell him. Noticing him glance down at your pajamas for a few moments too long and you look down, realizing your current choice of attire. You’re only wearing some tiny, mildly revealing, pajamas. “Oh- sorry, I was going to head to bed soon,” you bashfully mention, gesturing to your pajamas.

“Don’t apologize, who said I don’t appreciate the view,” he says sending you a wink. You try to stumble out a response, but he stops you. “Listen, love, you’re very cute. And you’ve got a charming vibe to ya. How ‘bout you let me come inside?” Sensing he wanted more than to share your heat up pizza, you couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same. You nodded and gestured at him to come inside.

He looks around, “Nice place you got here, doll.”

“Thank-“

“Listen I have to tell you something.” He interrupts you. He pulls off his mask letting his hair and face be revealed.

That’s… “Hobie? Like new Walmart co-worker, Hobie?”

“Yes, sadly that’s me. You see with the whole Spiderman thing I’ve been too busy and had to cancel too many of my shows or just had to downright flake on everyone, to the point where no one really shows up anymore. And I can’t blame them as I’ve been a shitty wannabe rockstar lately, but I’ve just got no time for both jobs. But Miguel, that ass, has been refusing to pay me for my Spiderman stuff. Saying some, ‘the real reward of this job is knowing you help people.’ Well obviously, but we live in this capitalistic society, and I need food to survive. And the part about my record is true, cause I’ve tried to get by stealing from these corporations but they’ve caught onto me. The hair is a little too easy to recognize,” he stumbles to a stop. “Sorry for goin’ on and on but I kinda needed to get that off my chest.” He finishes his monologue and looks up at you seemingly a little embarrassed.

Not knowing how to comfort him you open your arms to him for a hug. “Seems like you’ve had quite a bit going on, and I’m not so great with comforting but, uh, do you want a hug?” He smiles at your words and wraps his arms around your shoulders and you around his waist. He’s pretty tall so he puts his head on top of yours and you stay like that for a bit. “Hobie,” you whisper not wanting to ruin the moment. “Want to move to the couch, um, or my bed if you want?”

“That’d be nice,” he mumbles into your hair letting you lead him. He didn’t specify where he’d prefer, but saying as he’s so tall it may be best to go to your bed. You shuffle over there, still hugging him, when your legs hit the side of the bed. Before you can move to climb onto it, Hobie picks you up and places you on the mattress. He climbs up on top of you and snuggles his head into your shoulder. Not long after, you can hear him snoring. Hugging him tighter you begin to drift off as well to the comfort of cuddling with Hobie Brown.

#hobie brown #hobie #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x male reader #spider verse #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse #writing #fanfic #walmart #L capitalism

[autistpride]

AUTISM ACCEPTANCE

Prompt day 4: April 4

Airport/Travel AU

Word count: 1000

@wolfstarmicrofic

“No, no you don't understand!” Sirius said, trying his hardest not to yell. “My first flight had a delayed take off, but I still arrived here in time. The planes have not even left yet! It’s right there! I don’t understand why you won't let me board. I have my boarding pass and I don’t have any luggage except my carry-on and my backpack.”

“Sir, I’m sorry but policy states that you have to be here and board with the rest of your class. You showed up after we closed the door.”

“So open it! Please, please.” Sirius begged

“I'm sorry sir. I’ll have security escort you to the front desk and you can talk to them about refunding your ticket.”

“No!” Sirius snapped when a hand gripped his bicep and gave him a small tug.

“Come on pal.” The security officer said and Sirius’ shoulders slumped and he followed security away from the gate.

Sirius couldn’t believe he missed his flight, he needed that flight. He might miss his brother's wedding.

Sirius felt like everything was falling apart and it had started two weeks ago when his brother called and said he was eloping but wanted Sirius there but when Sirius tried to book the flights, there was none to be had.

Sirius felt like he couldn’t breath, his chest felt heavy and all the sounds were muffled like he was underwater. His heart beat so loudly he swore he could feel it pulsating in his ears.

“Aye, mate. You okay?” The security officer asked Sirius as he guided him to sit down.

Sirius started crying, explaining through broken sobs everything that had happened over the last two weeks, just one thing after another.

“Where do you need to go?” he asked in a tone Sirius could only assume was curious.

“Hockwold Hall,” Sirius said, “I was supposed to get that flight from here to Stansted and then get a cab.”

“Oh, what an odd coincidence. That’s actually my hometown. I can just take you there.” The man said with a shrug like it was not that big of a deal.

Sirius looked over at the man in surprise. No one was that kind and to take a stranger in your own vehicle was just proof this guy was naive. For all the other man knew, Sirius could be an axe murderer or something. But he seemed nice enough. His eyes were a soft golden brown and his hair was, wow. Sirius was pretty sure a bird was nesting in that mess of brown curls but he was far too polite to say so.

“Look, I get off in an hour and then we’ll head that way. ‘Ight?” The man asked.

Sirius nodded.

“Great! I’m Remus by the way,” the officer said, rising back to his feet. Sirius realised then how tall Remus was. He towered over his five foot six frame.

“Sirius,” he mumbled.

“Cool. See you, soon starman!” Remus called back to him as he left Sirius sitting on the floor near the security office.

A little over an hour later saw Sirius placing his carry-on into the boot of a beat up old Skoda that Sirius was pretty sure would break down on the side of the road within minutes. Sirius had no idea how it passed its MOT. Sirius sat into the passenger seat and began to question himself. Maybe Sirius was in fact the naive one and Remus was the axe murderer. Remus sat down into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition before pulling out onto the road. Sirius prayed silently that he wouldn’t die.

What should have been a four hour drive was taking nearly twice as long. Sirius’ leg bounced and his hands wrung the hem of his shirt. His nervousness and stress wasn’t aided by the fact that there was nothing to distract him.

Remus played no music on the radio, saying it distracted him. He knew the drive so well that he lowered his speed limiter nearly a half a mile before each change and raised it only after the end speed limit sign. When Sirius asked why, Remus explained that it allowed for a gradual decrease in speed and thus a smoother drive instead of having to react and suddenly use the braking system. He held the steering wheel with both hands exactly at ten and two and used his signals religiously.

He didn't speak unless Sirius asked him a question which Remus answered so formally and almost like a professor. So Sirius took to pestering Remus with any question he could think of to keep some form of conversation going, and in sick pleasure to see if he could crack Remus and make him loosen up. But Sirius could tell Remus didn't mind because he would often smile or snort before answering and a few times Sirius made him laugh.

When Remus drove into the grassy parking area of the hall and turned off the engine he finally grinned. “Made it safely. Great job girl” Remus said, petting the dashboard of his vehicle like it was a wild beast.

Sirius let out a surprised chuckle. “Thank you for the ride,” Sirius said softly. “I know this was well out of your way.”

“Nah. My parents live literally across the street. I plan to just surprise them and stop by for a few days. Do you know where you're going from here?”

Sirius shook his head no.

“Well no use making you suffer, come on” he said, opening his door and starting for the entrance. “They will likely be round the back using the gardens for the ceremony and the back building for the reception.” Remus explained as Sirius practically ran to catch up.

Remus directed Sirius through the reception rooms to the back entrance and pointed to the small set up out back. “There you have it.”

Sirius bit his lip and then whispered, “would you like to stay, as my date?”

Remus grinned.

#mauraders #wolfstar #autism acceptance #autistic remus #my writing #actually audhd #autistic lgbt #autistic adult #autistic pride #autism #audhd artist

[ayofficesystem]

#meeting table #buy meeting table #buy meeting table selangor #meeting tables #buy conference table online #buy conference table #office furniture #furniture #ay office system

[suna-rinn]

cosita bonita- m. o’hara

IN WHICH- miguel o'hara finds you positively insufferable. (it goes both ways.)

warnings: so much fucking tension omfg r u kidding me just bang already, miguel is honestly an asshole im staying accurate to character (that’s a joke bc he’s honestly more flirty than he would ever be) did i mention that there’s a lot of tension yall should just kiss, he’s also so awkward it’s almost laughable

A/N: i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA ive been writing full blown fanfics on wattpad its honestly kind of embarrassing

A/N P2: i google translated all the spanish. please feel free to correct me; i’m a speaker of english, mandarin, and japanese, so i really don’t expect it to be correct.

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sometimes, your boss was a complete, total piece of shit. you wish you knew what you were signing up for when hobie, the stupid little idiot, dragged you along with him to his first day on earth 2099, a long way from your shared world of earth 616.

needless to say, you were most certainly not welcome. first things first, you hadn’t even been invited, nor had you really wanted to come. hobie had quite literally dragged you, clamping a tight hand around your wrist and pulling you through the portal with him. 

upon arrival, he had stolen a bracelet from one of the spider-people, slapped it on your wrist, gave you a forceful fist-bump and screamed, “anarchy! yeah?!”

well, shit. how were you supposed to deny that?

inevitably, time came for you to be kicked out approximately two minutes later, when the one and only spider-man of earth 2099 found out he had an unwelcome guest on his world. the look he’d casted you was one of sheer disdain, and you certainly wouldn’t have minded leaving on the spot.

but hobie brown could always be a blabbermouth when he wanted to be. you were useful, he claimed- willing to get your hands dirty when others weren’t, knowing what had to be done. you’d always taken up the part of the spider-punk job that hobie had been hesitant to do back at home- helping people simply came with the radioactive bite. 

that- that did intrigue miguel. miguel o’hara was a harsh, harsh man- but only because he had to be. he was the spider-man that the people needed; not the one they wanted. 

and you and him seemed to be in awfully similar shoes.

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“another tough day?” hobie sniffed, flopping down next to you, draping his legs over your lap. up above, miguel looked down distastefully, wrinkling his nose in disdain at the unprofessional display.

“the day is always tough when you work with him.” you huffed back, jabbing your thumb upwards, bringing hobie’s attention to your boss. “hey, new girl! you’re sharing an office with me so i can keep an eye on you! hey, new girl! get me a coffee, if you can even manage to find the cafeteria! hey, new girl! cleanse lyla’s storage for me, if you can even figure out how to do it! hey, new girl-”

“are you finished?” miguel sighed, platform slowly descending, screens wiping blank. “that isn’t what i sound like.” 

“yeah?” you sneered, pulling up a new tab on your monitor- security footage of the room. 

“hey, new girl!” the crappy monitor speaker barked, scratchy. “make yourself useful and get a coffee, yeah? gracias, cosita bonita.”

miguel grunted in annoyance, taking a deep sip from the coffee you’d gotten an hour earlier, physical proof of your labor. you raised an eyebrow at hobie, as if saying, ‘you see this shit?’

“cosita bonita, huh?” hobie whistled, sliding his feet off your lap, and facing miguel. “interesting...” miguel avoided his insinuations, merely raising an eyebrow. 

“aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“aren’t you supposed to be working?” hobie retorted, eyes sliding over to you subtly. miguel grimaced, narrowing his brows. “ay, man. my entire thing is not workin’ unless i want to. down with the system.” 

“get out.” miguel groaned, hand waving mindlessly in the air. “i’ve had enough of you for one day.” 

“tough crowd!” hobie crowed, standing from his seat in surrender. he ruffled your hair- an act of familial-like affection that you’d grown to accept, although you never stopped complaining about the way that it fucked up your hair. “stay focused, boss man, yeah?”

“leave!” miguel shouted at his retreating figure. when the coast was clear, his eyes slid back to you, noticing that you were now back to mindlessly scrolling through reports, blowing a bubble of gum between your lips, almost the size of your face. “¿qué tiene tu linda cabecita en un giro?“ (what’s got your pretty little head in a twist?)

“hm?” you blinked, losing focus and popping the bubble. it exploded all over your lips, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance, before using your tongue to pry the areas that were sticking back into your mouth. miguel urged himself to pay attention, and stop staring at stupid things. “what’d you say?”

“what’re you working on?” he corrected himself swiftly, leaning slightly over your table, head hanging over the double monitors. you tried to ignore him- jesus, did the man ever skip back day-?!  “better be workin’ hard, if you got time to fool around with hobie.”

“sorting through the fuckin’ reports that you don’t want to do.” you sniffled in annoyance. “one day you have me killin’ people, the next day you have me doing secretary work. one day, i swear-”

“-you swear what?” he cut in, leaning over further. you glanced up, tensing when you realized his face was just a few inches away from yours. “hm? what were you saying, cosita bonita?” (pretty little thing)

“...” you gaped, hands frozen still over the keys of the keyboard, before blinking a few times and snapping out of it. you cleared your throat, eyes skimming back over the report you were working on. miguel frowned, leaning back. “nothin’. don’t worry about it, anata.” (japanese for ‘darling, dear.)

“you wanna get me another coffee?” he sighed, standing straight up, ready to go back to sitting at his platform. “i finished the one you got me.” 

“i ain’t your maid.” you retorted, closing out the report you just finished. “if you want me to be one, you gotta pay me better.” 

“o podrías dejar de hacerte la dura y salir conmigo.” (or you could stop playing hard to get and go out with me.) he grunted in annoyance. 

you powered off your PC, standing from your spinning chair and sitting on the front of your desk. “nunca me pediste que saliera contigo, idiota.” (you never asked me to go out with you, you dense idiot.)

he stared at you, unfurling his arms from their tight grip on each other. “¿tú hablas español?”

“hobie dijo que yo era multilingüe cuando nos conocimos. ¿por qué diablos no sabría español?“ (hobie said i was multilingual when we first met. why the hell wouldn’t i know spanish?) you squinted your eyes. “not very smart of you, boss man.”

“¡¿por qué no me lo dijiste antes?!” (why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?!) he gripped his hair in disbelief, gawking at you. “shit, man! that’s embarrassing!” 

“sure.” you shrugged, grinning devilishly. “but it was funny. hobie and i thought it was hilarious- why do you think he’s got a shit-eating grin every time he comes in here?”

“eres insufrible.“ (you’re insufferable.) he clenched his fist. “por favor, joder, sal conmigo.“ (please fucking go out with me.)

“tal vez, si me pagas lo suficiente.” (maybe, if you pay me enough.) you snarked. he pinched your side harshly, causing you to yelp. “ow! fuck, okay! do you always harass women into going on dates with you?!”

“no.” he deadpanned. “only when they’re as difficult and annoying as you.”

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #SATSV #peterparker #hobiebrown #miguel o'hara fluff

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

So…

I may or may not be obsessed with your Afton Virus AU, and so I may or may not have made a whole oneshot about it.

This story follows the point of view of a legal department head working for Fazbear Entertainment and their

encounter with a certain individual and their two animatronic friends.

Includes:

Descriptions of torture, not too explicit talk about gore though, other than a few offhanded mentions of blood. Still, a little touchy for people who might be squeamish.

PS: Y/N is 100% inspired by Sonya Falsworth from Secret Invasion. Her witty dialogue masking a total psychopath is a perfect match for Y/N and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Expect more. (If I have the motivation)

From a very, very sleep-deprived amateur writer.

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“Ah, you’re finally awake! Was wondering when you’d wake up.”

A voice called out from your blurry vision, your eyes were bombarded by bright fluorescent lights. Your shirt was soggy, in fact all of you were soggy. Where the hell were you?

“Who are you?”

The mysterious figure in front of you chuckled, standing up from their metal foldable chair. You got a better look at them, dressed in a black polo shirt with the Fazbear Entertainment branding pasted on.

Mechanics Supervisor

You looked at their hands, covered by gloves. They were twitching. They held an almost uncanny smile, the hat they were wearing covering up their eyes, not letting you truly see their full face.

“You seriously don’t remember me? Seriously?”

The figure chuckled again, their tone mocking and brimming with psychopathic enthusiasm. They returned to their seat.

“Well, just to jog your memory I’m the person who had their hands mangled a year ago thanks to your shitshow of a company!”

Oh, them.

You remember that case well, one of the worse you’ve seen. Sure, worse incidents had happened before but what made this one so bad was that unlike the others, the victim was still alive, and capable of suing.

Thank god they didn’t, all the bad press was already overwhelming for the PR department. One lawsuit was all it would have taken to bring that whole place down to the ground.

In addition, you got a suitable promotion for helping handle that case while causing minimum damages to the company’s image.

You are brought out of your trip down memory lane however, by another piece of dialogue from the person in front of you.

“Now, you’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. You see those wires clipped to your chair?”

You looked down, the shaky wooden chair you were sitting on was damp as well. In addition, the blue plastic wires were there, as promised.

“Those are used to charge the animatronics if the charging booths aren’t working. In fact, over there you’ll see my two lovely boys operating the emergency battery that goes along side it.”

You turned to your left, seeing the aforementioned battery, bright red with a Freddy logo in the middle, sitting on a toppled filing cabinet being used as a makeshift table.

The aforementioned “two lovely boys” were to your surprise, the daycare attendants that you remember very vividly having to settle a case involving dead children around. What the hell were they doing here?

“Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions regarding the security system of the main Fazbear office, and if you answer you get to live!”

You cough, your voice coming out rough and coarse.

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, then let’s just say that I didn’t splash you with water for no reason, ay?”

The figure pointed towards the daycare attendants, the two perking up like lost puppies and fiddling with a piece of machinery near the battery.

“How would you feel about 200 volts of electricity going through your veins? Not enough to kill you, but enough to leave you teetering on the edge.”

“…”

“As expected. Now, let me ask you, what are all the passcodes to all 30 doors that lead up to the CEO’s office?”

“…”

“I’d suggest talking before I make you see hell itself. Most people would agree with me I’d think, well at least the smart ones. You a smart one?”

“…”

“Alright, didn’t think so. Buttercup?”

You turn to your left, the sun-themed daycare attendant eagerly pressing on a button on the machinery, before you knew it…

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Your body was steaming.

Your nerves burned.

You are coughing blood.

Your breathing was heavy.

Your heart beat so fast, it felt like it was going the speed of light.

“Now, you willing to talk now?”

You coughed, droplets of blood leaving your mouth and your throat being in incredible pain.

“Fuck… off.”

“Well then, that was rude.”

The figure got off their chair, clapping their hands. The daycare attendants walked over cheerfully, like puppies being called over by their owner.

“Buttercup, blackbird, could you handle our guest?”

The two animatronics enthusiastically nodded in unison.

“Sure thing, sunshine!”

“We’ll do our best, starlight.”

“I knew I could count on you two.”

With a kiss to both of them, the figure left the room, flipping off the lights on their way out. Leaving you alone with two animatronics that had super-human strength, in the dark.

Their vivid fluorescent purple eyes stared into your soul, acting as the only light source in the room and shining a purple-tinted light onto your face. They raised their hands, full with tools likely stolen from parts and service.

Was that a drill?

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ANON I LOVE YOU PLS MARRY MEEEEEEEEE

I LOVELOVELOVE THISSS AUGH LOVE LOVE LOVE AFTON'D READER!!! AND THEIR TWO LOVELY BOYS AAAAAAA IM DEAD THEYRE TOO CUTE YOUR HONOR

afton reader, a horrible lil monster of a person, killing ppl on the regular: calls Sun and Moon cute names me:

#is it valid to simp for a writing style. no? ok nice *simps anyway* #anon. whoever u r. i love. u #ive read this five times fsjdfshdfjshdfs #tw gore #tw torture #tw murder #tw violence #afton au reader #afton virus au #fnaf au #fnaf sun/moon x reader #writing submission #fanfic of a fanfic #writing to be adored #anonymous submission #also afton'd reader smooching th bois right after torturing a whole entire human being in front of them and the bois being like <3 over it? #peak. perfection. i love them #man i have to draw this i love them so much

[idol--hands]

Captain Data: “I am experiencing overwhelming stress.”

Idol ⭐️ Hands: note, I believe Data is modeling himself after Captain Sisko’s style of leadership here — as earlier, Sisko, laughed at Commander Data’s suggestion to consult Starfleet’s admirals before heading into a potentially fabric-of-reality-altering situation. As text is smaller below (a two-page spread), I’ve transcribed the dialog.

Acting Captain Data: Ensign Sato, broadcast Starfleet evacuation codes to all affected planets with my over-ride authorization.

Ensign Sato (the Andorian): Yes, sir.

Acting Captain Data: Additionally, broadcast the sub space frequencies of all nearby Starfleet vessels so they can be coordinated with directly.

Ensign Sato: Help is on the way!

Acting Captain Data: Lieutenant Descheeni, reassign all personnel from sciences and research to communications and telemetry. Transfer display protocols rather than physically relocating staff.

Lt. Descheeni: Clever, Captain.

Acting Captain Data: Simply necessary, Lieutenant. They will assist in efforts by Ensign Sato to coordinate evacuating in local language and custom as well as aid Ensign T’lr’s upcoming calculations.

Ensign T’lr (the Vulcan): Speaking of which, sir. I have a trajectory that might allow us to alter the course of the creature slightly by affecting their warp field stability, like a gentle nudge.

It will not change where they are going, but it should affect less inhabited systems.

Acting Captain Data: That is acceptable. Execute. And, Mr. Paris?

Lt. Paris: Don’t gotta tell me what to do, Captain. I’m the first human to ever achieve trans warp flight. I can handle the turbulence. The problem is going to be keeping up.

I can feel the engines, Commander. They’re not up to this.

Acting Captain Data: Mr. Scott, to address this, please activate the the Theseus’ classified propulsion system.

Chief Engineer Scott: I dinnae know what you’re talking ab—

Acting Captain Data: I looked over your design as soon as I was assigned, sir. It is incumbent on a first officer to know everything about his ship.

And while such a classified marker would no doubt deter most, my best friend is a decorated warp drive engineer. And so I was able to infer the use of the redacted capsules near each of the Theseus’ warp nacelles.

I was also able to infer that they were classified because they were, in fact, not yet working.

Chief Engineer Scott: Aye. Torres tried to get it working for months, but the containment frequencies never held.

Lt. Paris: Wait, B’elanna Torres? Like, my wife, B’elanna Torres? This was her little ‘side project’?

Chief Engineer Scott (on speaker): Aye, laddie. She said if you behaved, she’d let ye design the Bridge canopy.

Acting Captain Data: I have just relayed to you containment frequencies that I believe will solve the problem.

Chief Engineer Scott: It...it works. My God...

Acting Captain Data: No, Mr. Scott. Simply an android. Now, if you would be so kind, please take the vessel to transwarp.

Chief Engineer Scott: Way ahead of ye, Captain. But one little correction...like I always said, transwarp’s nothing but a dead end.

We call this little beauty...proto-warp!

Acting Captain Data: “I am experiencing pride.”

#data soong #star trek comics #uss theseus #st tng #captain sisko #queue me up scotty #montgomery scott #vulcans #andorian #lt. paris #b’elanna torres #star trek tng #lt commander data #commander data #star trek the next generation #data star trek #androids #warp speed #emotion chip #technobabble #benjamin sisko #sisko #star trek deep space 9 #star trek deep space nine #star trek tos #outer space #space travel #spaceship #military #science fiction (genre)

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday

It's Sunday, Sunday, Sunday which means it's sneak peek time! (I don't know where that energy is coming from just roll with it)

I'm working on finishing the final act of Stowaway and also editing the rest of act two, which will look like a huge update but in reality there's just a lot of quick POV shifts and it'll be about the same number of words as the last two updates.

Because sometimes a chapter is 8-10k and sometimes 6-11 chapters is 8-10k. *shrugs*

ANYWAY, this sneak peek snippet is one such bite sized chapters, staring Uncle Del!

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“La Hidra has been hit, port and central engines lost, I am shifting power and refreshing the shield,” Trix’s calm voice was eerie over the din of battle and Old Earth classical rock galloping through the cockpit.

Delgado was fighting to maintain control over his ship as he careened toward Bradbury IV, “can you help keep us on course? I don’t want to lose the rook!”

“Si, si, Capitán Delgado,” Trix chirped, “you should know that enemy chatter has shifted. They are currently arguing on who will follow us to the Stormherald. They are calling the lieutenant a traitor and a spy.”

“What?” Delgado braced as they broke through the atmosphere, his vision filled with fire as they ripped through the upper layers.

“A scan of their systems show that one Major Palmer has levied the following charges against Lieutenant Benbow: disrespect toward superior commissioned officer, contempt toward officials, espionage, absence without leave, aiding the enemy, resisting arrest, mutiny, and thirty counts of murder.”

“Ay, our rook will fit right in!” Delgado joked as he tried to pull up on the throttle, “Trix please tell me we can avoid fusing with the bedrock.”

“Landing gears are operational and will activate in three…two…”

The ship rocked back hard as the thrusters engaged. The roar of the remaining engines died and the ship rattled terribly around Delgado as they moved toward the ground.

“We aren’t slowing enough!” he shouted.

“I cannot lower planetary gravity, Captain,” Trix said back matter-of-fact.

Delgado sighed through his nose, feeling the sass roll off the dry, robotic words. He grabbed his helmet and pulled it on, managing to get it secured and suit systems activated before La Hidra Dorada slammed belly first into the ground.

#starfield #starfield fanfiction #atonalginger writes #crimson fleet #the coemancer crew #starfield Delgado #oc: Trix the model-A robot #snippet sunday

[rosewaterandivy]

a fool without a cause | track 2: seether

🎶 oh, she is not born like other girls, but I know how to conceive her 🎶

summary: Tweedledee and Tweedledum show you the ropes.

word count: ~2K

warnings: 18 + for eventual smut, empire records AU | The gang are in their early twenties, college-aged, cursing, name calling, vague mentions of crime

a/n: just some minor exposition as I continue to clean out my drafts.

Series masterlist | Playlist | Currently spinning: 

“And this our night manager, Eddie,” Hopper mutters waving toward the man reclining on the dilapidated sofa in the lounge. He shuffles through a pile of papers on his desk. “Eddie, mind your manners.”

The man in question doesn’t move from his spot on the couch at the center of the room. Long limbs and silver jewelry shrouded by a cascade of curls, he grunts in greeting.

Well shit.

It's the guy from earlier, the asshole who was smoking as you pulled up this morning.

“Charmed,” you reply with a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest and lean against the office door. “Soooo,” you drawl, “Hop tells me you committed the perfect crime?”

He looks at you with slightly dazed brown eyes, almost lost in thought. “Well,” he allows, “Not entirely perfect.” He kisses his teeth and spies Hopper behind you in the office, “You said I could hire the next employee, Hop!”

Hopper lets out a long-suffering sigh, “That was before the incident, Munson.” He grabs the night deposit pouch and shoves it in his back pocket. 

“Ooh,” you enthuse, curiosity piqued, “Color me intrigued.” You move aside as he grabs his keys, getting ready to leave.

Hop scoffs and locks the office behind him. “Ass glued to that couch,” he threatens Eddie with a pointed finger, “I mean it.”

“Aye, aye cap’n,” Eddie chirps with a mock salute. 

“Newbie’s in charge while I’m out.” 

“The hell man?” He sneers, “Indie Sleaze over here isn’t even a manager,” Eddie complains from his spot on the couch, fluffing the pillow in his lap.

“Tsk,” you cluck out in disapproval, “Might be by the end of the day if you fuck up enough.” And follow Hopper out onto the shop floor.

The mid-morning crowd consists of regulars, from what you can tell. Robin mans the sale desk behind the counter in front of the staircase while Steve fiddles with the sound system at the registers.

“Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum,” Hop calls out, “I’m headed to the bank.” He chucks a thumb behind him, gesturing to you. “This is the new hire, she’s in charge while I’m out—don’t fuck it up.”

Robin nods and greets you with a wave before turning to address a customer with a canvas tote of items. Steve leans against the sound system consol, phone forgotten in his hand. “Heeyyy,” he drawls, lips ticking up in a slow smile while he eyes you up and down. “Gotta name, newbie?”

You smile in return, but before you can respond Eddie shouts loudly from the back room, “She’s our very own brand of indie sleaze, Stevie!”

Steve laughs good-naturedly with a shake of his head, “Ignore Ed, he’s just a little wound up today s’all.” He opens the half-door behind the register and waves you through. “Indie’s a cute name though,” he says, licking his lips, “We can put that on your nametag, if you’d like?”

“Uh, sure,” you agree with a nod, “That’s fine.”

“Harrington,” Hopper warns, “Stop flirting with the newbie. If you’re not at register, I need you working on inventory, got it?”

“You hate me that much man?” Steve follows Hopper to the end of the counter, “I didn’t even do anything, Ed is the one that—” He hops over the ledge to follow after Hopper, trying to plead his case.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Hop grouses, “You take care of it and try to keep Munson in line.” And with that, he turns on his heel and leaves the store, the front door chiming as it swings open. 

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his coiffed hair, muttering to himself. He turns back to you with a reassuring smile. “Okay,” he claps his hands together, “Time for the grand tour.”

The store is huge, three storeys all told, with rooms and levels labeled by media and genre. By the entrance are two counters, one for customers to sell their items to the store and another for regular transactions. A few bookshelves grace the main entrance, stocked with newer releases or highlighting local artists. The vast front windows are dressed with stenciled advertisements, “Back to school sale!” And “Ask about discounts for students and teachers!”

The main floor is dominated by DVDs, Blu-rays, CDs, tapes, and vinyl. The higher-priced items enclosed in glass cases flanking the wall. The book section begins at the front but flows into the next room and dominates the second floor and basement. Vinyl overflow is housed in the second room as well, easy enough to monitor from the front desk and CC TV feed. Located directly behind the register and re-sale counters lies the faculty lounge and Hop’s office. 

“So, any questions?” Steve asks, depositing you back at the registers. You shake your head considering that you can barley keep the flow of media/genres straight.

Sensing how overwhelmed you could get, he smiled. “Would you believe me if I told you it gets easier?”

“Guess I’ll take your word for it.”

Satisfied with your response, Steve goes back to fiddling with the sound system. “Hop usually insists on his playlist when he’s here,” he tosses over his shoulder, “But we can’t stand his penchant for the glory days, soooo.” 

Chumbawamba’s “Tubthumping” booms through the speakers and you can hear Eddie groan from the office. It’s certainly a choice for 10 in the morning, but who are you to complain? Especially when Steve he looks so cute mouthing the lyrics to himself and tucking a pen behind his ear.

“Indie!” 

You turn to find Robin at the opposite counter bag of Sour Patch Kids in hand. “I need to make your name tag, come and help me out!” Leaving Steve at the register, you wander back to the re-sale desk that Robin has completely covered in markers and flair pens of every conceivable color. 

Dutifully, you respond to her questions of your favorite color, glitter or sequins, and so forth. She offers you a handful of candy from her stash beneath the counter, “This bad boy,” she thumps the counter with her palm, “Can hold so much high-fructose corn syrup!” And invites you to grab some anytime you need a pick me up.

“Ta-daaa!” She sings presenting you with a nametag decorated with holographic glitter and purple gel pen. You take it from her with a smile of thanks, eyeing the loops and swoops of her handwritten ‘Indie’ - the ‘i’ dotted with a heart, naturally.

“Thanks, Robin,” you say with a smile and loop the lanyard around your neck.

Stepping back behind the register, you watch as Steve deals with a few customers. Always quick with a smile or joke, and you can see why the regulars like him. As evidenced by the teenage girls blushing furiously as they scamper off with the latest Olivia Rodrigo release.

"Harrington," Eddie shouts from his spot on the couch in the lounge. "I swear to Christ that I am going to smother myself if I have to listen to anymore this shit!"

Steve just smirks and hollers back, "Then use your veto dumbass!"

"Never!"

It's all a moot point as the song fades into "Flashed Junk Mind" by Milky Chance. Which Eddie apparently has no objections to.

Settling into an easy rhythm, you shadow Steve for the remainder of your shift. Desperately trying to commit the procedures to memory, which is kind of difficult when he keeps catching your eye.

Well, there are worse things to be distracted by and it is only your first day on the job, after all.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #modern!eddie munson #nightmanager!eddie #Spotify