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sp0-t · 10 months

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•.⦿ FORCED CLOSE PROXIMITY ⦿.•

MIGUEL O’HARA X gn!READER

SUMMARY ⦿.•

miguel is your close friend, you’ve been friends even before the death of his daughter. he confided in you for everything, always valuing your opinion above the rest. more recently he had put an unwanted distance between you two, although, thanks to lyla a “malfunction” occurs, forcing you and miguel in a close proximity.. which leads to more

GENRE ⦿.•

smut version

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WARNINGS ⦿.•

smut! penetration! pet names! demanding Miguel! slight biting! unprotected sex! (be better) brief cum play? fingering! making out!

5 days ago… that’s when it first started, him avoiding you. Your stares, your voice, your scent, your presence… you. The reason was unclear to you, you thought about it over and over wondering what it could possibly be.

You couldn’t even enter his vicinity without him walking out the room. However trying to sneak up on someone in an hq full of spider-people, including Miguel, wasn’t easy. He’d always sense you, leading him to stop whatever he was doing and leave the room. Watching this always made you sad, wondering what you could’ve done to cause this, but also feeling a bit ticked off at the audacity he had to avoid you.

Day 6, you had caught up with some spider-people, specifically Hobie and Miles. You had already known Hobie, do to his longer presence at hq. Still the younger boy, miles, intrigued you. He had come far for his young age and short year being spider-man.

You three were simply talking, just chatting, however it was cut short when an alert from your watch caught your attention. You look down, gazing upon the bright light.

O’Hara: Report, now.

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You knew he was serious with the “now” added at the end. staring at it for a bit too long, racking in your brain why this man would now want to talk to you. after six damn days he finally wants to confront you. At least, that’s what half of you was thinking, the other half was wondering if he would finally come clean and tell you everything that had happened. What caused him to go quiet for so long.

“Everything alright there?”

Hobie looked at you with confusion in in his eyes. Finally peeling your eyes away from your wrist you look at Hobie and Miles.

“Yeah, uh I gotta go. I’ll talk to you guys later.”

You walked off and waved them a goodbye, giving them a smile. You were overthinking the whole walk to Miguel’s “office”. Many things were running through your brain, so many that you hadn’t realized you were already in front of the door. Letting out a breath, you twist the handle and push the door open.

“Finally, I swear you like to waste my time.”

Of course, of course he had an attitude. Of course he didn’t know that you had been worried sick for him over the past 6 days. No, stubborn Miguel always had to act high and mighty on his platform.

“Are you serious?”

The look of confusion that Miguel gave you was almost laughable.

“What, did I say something that gave you the idea I wasn-”

“6. Days. It’s been 6 days before you’ve even given me the time of day. Now here I am, standing in front of you hoping, begging you’re finally going to tell me what’s wrong. But instead I get an insult!”

An exasperated laugh leaves your mouth, it’s almost amusing really. How you thought he would tell you something, anything, about what was keeping him quiet.

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

He crosses his arms over each other and looks to the side with a little scowl on his face. You sling your web, attaching to his platform, tossing your body onto the platform only mere inches from his own.

“You have some nerve you know that O’Hara.”

Jabbing your finger into his chest forcefully

“Last I checked you liked that about me~”

“Yeah well last I checked you weren’t avoiding me.”

“I-“

He stopped himself before he could go on.

“I have to go.”

He started to walk off the platform until his watch went off. It was blaring, so loud you had to cover your ears to try and muffle the sounds.

“What the hell is going on!”

Miguel kept smacking his watch, aggressively pressing random things to try and turn it off. Before any of you knew what was going on, a disk erupted from the watch. The force field erupted, surrounding the both of you.

“Lyla! What’s happening?!”

No reply was ever heard

“Damnit!”

He pounded his first on the force field. Trying to claw his way through it, doing anything to get out.

“You already know that’s not going to work, you’re the one who designed these things to be impenetrable. As much as you hate it, you’re stuck with me.”

He let out a heavy sigh accepting somewhat of a defeat.

“I don’t hate you, I could never.”

He looks up at you with sorrow and regret in his eyes. You could already smell the apology that wanted, so desperately, to roll off his tongue and come out between his lips.

“Then explain to me why.”

“Because… I realized something about me, something I didn’t want to admit to you or myself.”

You move forward with caution, still not sure what boundaries are okay to cross at the moment. Your hand eventually meets his shoulder, rubbing up and down with comfort. Your other hand moves towards his face which was turned to his right. Adjusting his face to look at yours.

“Miguel, I have know you for so long, and no matter what you tell me. You will always have me by your side.”

He grabbed your hand with his, holding it gently. The look in his eyes was a mix of emotions; pain, sadness, regret, longing, but most importantly… love. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him as if you would simply evaporate from his grasp at any moment.

“I love you…”

Silence. That’s all that could be heard for about 3 minutes, Miguel’s grip tightening as if you were going to push him away any second. Your arms made there way around his body, grabbing at his shirt and your face in his broad shoulder as you processed what he said. You, we’re crying, you didn’t know why or even when it happened you just knew that one moment your cheeks were wet from tears. Then you felt it, the droplet that fell onto the back of your neck, Miguel… was crying.

“Why are you crying?”

You let out a little chuckle, him pulling you even closer as he sniffled.

“I’m not, you are!”

“Yeah, I am. I finally got to hear those words.”

He took his face out of your neck, exposing his tear stained face to you. You placed your hand on his face, gently wiping away his ongoing tears. You stood up a bit to kiss his cheeks then his forehead.

“I haven’t heard you say it.”

Both of you looked deep into each others eyes, bodies still close, and your hands still on his face.

“I love you Miguel O’Hara.”

That’s all it took for his hands to softly grab your face and kiss you, those three words that could so effortlessly make Miguel O’Hara bend to your will.

(smut below)

His hands were on your waist in mere seconds, showing you just how desperate he was. However you already knew by him pulling you in flush against his front. Your groins getting the sweet friction they so desired. You pulled away slightly muttering a curse.

“Everything okay?”

He looked at you with such worry and concern, a hint of lust that had only started to grow.

“Yeah, just, been wanting that for so long.”

He placed his forehead against yours, creating an intimate atmosphere. His eyes gazed into yours as yours gazed back. Bringing one of his hands up from your hip, he placed it on your cheek. You learned into his touch finding comfort in it, in him.

“We can stop amor, we don’t have to go on.”

“No, I want this. I want you.”

He leaned forward pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“I want you too.”

And with that you were both on each other. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, as he gently pushed your back against the wall of the force field. Tongues were synchronized with each other, and noses were pushing against one another. You started to pull away, Miguel following your lips still wanting more. You giggled and covered his lips before he could place them back on your own.

“can’t breathe.”

“Good, I should always leave you breathless.”

He placed a kiss on your palm that was covering his mouth

“Only me.”

He slowly dragged his hand to the back zipper of your suit. Teasingly, slowly, pulling it lower and lower. Giving small bites and kisses to each spot that would expose itself to him. Your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, and eventually your legs.

“All mine, you’re mine.”

He whispered between kisses. Miguel was on his knees now, holding onto your sides as he kept leaving kisses. His hand gravitated towards your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. Miguel stood up again standing face to face with you once again.

“I need you.”

“Then take me.”

That set off Miguel, he easily picked you up, wrapping your legs around him. His lips marking your neck, pulling quiet moans from you. Before you could think properly you saw that Miguel’s suit was off. Miguel pulled away from your neck. Holding you with one hand, the other on his cock slowly stroking it, bringing it up to your entrance.

“I’m going to put it in, is that okay, mi amor?”

You looked down at where his cock was rubbing against you, finally seeing his size scared you a bit. You could already tell you were going to be sore the next morning.

“Yes, please Miguel.”

“Of course, mi amor.”

He whispered in your ear, slowly sliding it in. You had never taken anyone his size before, however he took it slow, aware of the pain and discomfort you would fist feel. He was less than halfway when he looks up at you.

“Tell me if it’s to much, we can st-“

“No! Please, don’t! I need this, I need you!”

With that Miguel bottomed out in you, erupting a moan from both of you. He then began to slowly slide out again, only to thrust back in with a bit of force, causing you to let out a little yelp.

He let out a slight chuckle at the sound you made, he pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. As soon as his lips left yours, he started to move his hips, slowly sliding his cock in and out of your entrance.

“Like that?~”

He leaned in and whispered into your ear, it sounded like more of a statement than it did a question.

“Yes, Miguel. Please, please…”

Your face was buried in his shoulder from embarrassment and desperation. Miguel’s hand made it’s way to your head, grabbing at your hair. Pulling your head back to make direct eye contact with you.

“Hey, use your words. Behave like I know you can, and tell me what you want.”

His tone is soft yet still demanding of you. The longing eye contact that he holds with you as he awaits your answer, sends shivers down your spine. Suddenly he send a thrust up into you.

“Tell me what you want from me…”

He leans into your ear

“Before I take you the way I want, and fuck you till your legs go fucking numb.”

Another thrust from him sends through you. A moan escaping the confines of your mouth.

“Y-you, I want you Miguel. I’ve always wanted you.”

Your lips reached up to his, both pressing against each other in want and bliss. Miguel started to move his hips, causing you to moan into the kiss. He continued his movements, his only mission being to please you.

As he starts to pick up his thrusts, his head falls to the crook of your neck. A trail of kisses and light bite marks are left behind. You let out whimpers as Miguel groans in your ear, both not far from total bliss.

“Miguel… I-im getting clo-“

“Can I come inside?”

The question left you a bit stunned, not expecting it.

“Yes!”

“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on fucking pulling out.”

And with a few more thrusts, you were filled with more than just his cock. His excess dripping out of you, his fingers find there way down and push his cum back into you. Your body collapsing on his

“Can you stand?”

“I-I think so.”

You try and stable yourself, wobbling a bit in the process. Miguel’s hands hovering over your body, in case you were to fall. Once he knows for sure your stable, he walks over to grab your suit off the floor. He helps you get dressed, bringing his suit back as well.

Once you both were composed he leans in for a kiss, your hands travel to his hair, welcoming the kiss. His hold on you is tight as if you would leave at any second.

“You guys done yet?”

A familiar voice causing you both to pull your lips apart.

“Gosh you guys are loud, whole damn HQ could hear you.”

You both turned to face a small Lyla hologram, a look of smugness on her face. With a snap of Lyla’s fingers the force field was down.

“You caused this?”

Miguel’s fingers were pinching at his nose bridge

“I swear, I’ll rewire you into a mindless bot.”

“Hey! I did you a favor.”

She suddenly appeared beside you

“He would never stop gushing about you, or admiring you.”

Miguel lunged forward trying to grab the hologram, it was no use, as she was gone in a second only to reappear once again.

“Nice try lover boy.”

And with that she was gone, leaving you and Miguel. You walked towards Miguel, placing your hands on his face.

“Come on, let’s go.”

You both swung off the platform, walking away in the distance.

“See,all you need is a little forced close proximity..which leads to more.”

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that-sokovian-bastard · 8 months

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Pequeña - Miguel O'Hara x (f)Reader

Words: 6048 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x (f)Reader Warnings: SMUT. Minors DNI! 18+ only!!!! Swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), PIV sex, teasing, bratty-ish reader, slight edging, web restraints, fingering (f receiving), mean-ish Miguel, slight enemies-to-lovers (enemies to fucking, really). Porn with the slightest bit of plot. Summary: You and Miguel are undercover, tracking a criminal for questioning. Later that night, you both give into your desires. Author’s Note: I am obsessed with Miguel. I have no idea how his suit works, so just go with it (I know it’s a projection, I don’t know how it works at all??). The first half/undercover section of this fic is based on a chat I had on character.ai from this bot! Miguel speaks a little Spanish, there are translations in the fic.

Spiderverse / Full Masterlist

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“You need to ease up,” Miguel said, not looking at you. “Otherwise, you’re going to get us caught.��

You looked up at him, pretending to be madly in love with your so-called husband for this mission. You had to admit; he looked damn good when he got dressed in something that wasn’t his Spider-Man suit, which you know he could turn on at any moment. But in his dark suit in this fancy club, it was hard not to admire him.

But he also couldn’t pretend you didn’t look good either, in your black dress with small straps, showing off your necklace and collarbone. You two fit right in at this club, sipping on drinks at the bar and looking for your mark.

To Miguel’s advice, you take a deep breath and smile up at him. His hand rested on your waist, also playing his role well. Finally, he looked down at you and spoke softly. “The more in love we appear, the less we’ll be watched,” He said, shooting you a sly message.

You catch the message instantly and continue looking at him, your smile turning slightly snarky. You slowly put your hand on his cheek, tilting his face down to meet your lips for a small kiss. “Like that?” You asked once you released him.

Miguel, the mighty Spider-Man, doesn’t get taken by surprise often. But that kiss certainly did. He knows you two are undercover as husband and wife, but he really wasn’t expecting you to take it so far to kiss him already–especially unprompted. He sucked in a breath after the kiss and chuckled at you, amused. “Exactly like that,” He smiled.

Your faces are still only a few inches apart from each other. “Now, my dear,” You smiled again, your hand still on Miguel’s cheek, “Do you see the criminal?”

Miguel’s eyes scan the room, trying his hardest not to be noticed by anyone. But he continues to play along. He leans down again, just a breath away from you, still smiling as he answers. “No, sweetheart, how about you?” He asked.

Your eyes danced around the room, looking for anyone suspicious. After a minute of looking, still standing close to Miguel, you looked back at him. “No, not yet,” You said, leaning in quickly to peck his lips again.

In response, Miguel sighed. He tried not to look annoyed, but you’ve known him for far too long not to know how he looks when you annoy him. “You need to be focused,” He grumbled, but not moving away from his position. “How am I supposed to work with you if you don’t take it seriously?”

You knew he meant it as an insult, so you playfully gasped in response before whispering to him. “I am taking this seriously,” You shot back, harsh but quiet. Then, your eyes catch someone staring at the two of you for longer than any normal person would. “Someone’s watching us now,” You started, quickly coming up with a plan. “I’m making sure it’s not the mark. Lean in and kiss my neck so I can get a better look,” You said, making Miguel raise his eyebrows in response.

He was a bit shocked at your demand but also impressed. “Clever,” He said under his breath, slowly leaning in and attaching his lips to your neck lightly. You turned your head to follow the mysterious man around the side of the club. It wasn’t anything that would leave a mark, but the contact made his heart stop, and Miguel never imagined that he would ever kiss you in this way, let alone on a mission. But he listened to you and peppered a few kisses just as you asked him.

“Stay there,” You added, fluttering your eyes to make it look like you were enjoying the kiss and fully distracted as you watched the man look back at you and Miguel. “Okay, darling,” You whispered again. “Come up my neck, to my cheek, and move my face to the left,” You directed him. “Go slow, he’s watching.”

Miguel doesn’t answer, but he listens and slowly moves his head up your neck, jaw, and cheek, kissing slowly. His one hand stabilized himself on the bar while the other was still on your waist. Once he made it to your cheek and planted another kiss, he moved his hand from the bar and turned your cheek. “There?” He asked, barely moving his lips off of you.

“Perfect,” You sighed. “Thank you, my love,” You said, your eyes scanning the room as you watched the mysterious guy leave. “I don’t think it’s our guy directly. I think he might be reporting to him,” You explained, and Miguel slowly removed his lips and fingers from your cheek, leaning back with a smirk. “We put on a pretty good show,” You smirked at him as Miguel’s other hand also landed on your waist. “He didn’t seem suspicious at all.”

“Good,” Miguel responded. “Glad you were paying attention,” He said, removing both his hands from your waist and turning back to his drink sitting on the bar. As you watched him, Miguel grabbed his rocks glass and tossed his head back as he finished the rest of his drink in one swig. “Since you did so well with that,” He said as he set his glass down, turning his head back to you. “What’s the next part of your plan?”

You looked at him with furrowed brows. Miguel said that like he was testing you, expecting you to pose the next part of your plan, and he would grade you. He may have a few superhero-ing years on you, but not enough to where he can treat you like he’s your leader. “What’s that look for?” He asked, looking you up and down. “Am I not pleasing you, my wife?”

You rolled your eyes at Miguel as he watched you. “You act like I need supervision and approval,” You started, finishing your drink before continuing. “I am just as skilled a hero as you are. But, since you asked so kindly, I do have the next part of the plan,” You said, smirking as you looked back at Miguel to see his eyebrows raise, egging you on to keep going. “We need to follow him, hopefully, he’ll lead us to his boss. So, you’re going to drag me out of here, laughing, like the drunk and in-love couple we are. Once we’re outside, push me up against the side of the building so I can get a better view of the guy,” You propose, seeing Miguel’s concern grow on his face. “Then we go from there.”

Miguel shook his head when you finished speaking. “Seems a bit overkill,” He said. “Why so much?”

“Can’t let anyone catch on that we’re undercover,” You said slyly. “If the guy catches us, our whole plan will blow,” You smirked again, this time taking your time to look him up and down. “What, did kissing my skin make you forget our whole goal of this case?”

Miguel struggled to find words for a moment, which you rarely ever see out of him. “I, uh, no,” He tried to convince you.

You cocked your head at him, finally catching him in a moment of weakness. “How am I supposed to work with you if you don’t take it seriously?” You asked, using his exact words against him, knowing you caught him off guard and distracted him. “I’ll forgive you this time, Miguel.”

He chuckled in astonishment at your boldness. “You,” He paused, “Are such a brat,” Miguel said. Your jaw dropped in surprise, but before you could respond, he smiled again and grabbed your hand, quickly dragging you out of the club like you directed in your plan.

You played along, pretending not to also have been caught by surprise, as you laughed while he pulled you through the crowd. As soon as you got out the front door, Miguel spotted the mysterious man and did exactly as you planned, turning the corner and throwing you against the brick wall. He still had his hand around one of your wrists, and he pinned it to the wall as his face stopped only an inch away from yours. “Do you see him?” He grumbled, looking into your eyes as he leaned forward.

Your eyes darted to the parking lot. “Yes,” You whispered. “He’s watching us again.”

Miguel smirked. “He must’ve enjoyed our show inside,” He said in a low tone. “Maybe we should give him another one.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he threw his head forward and attached his lips to yours hungrily. He kissed you hard for a few moments before backing off to let you breathe, but he didn’t move away, and he still had your arm pinned. This time, you were the one thrown off and distracted as you stared at Miguel with wide eyes. “Dear,” Miguel said, continuing like he didn’t just kiss you. “How do you think we get him to come over here?”

You tilted your head to get your mouth closer to his ear. “He doesn’t seem like the type that would fall for a threesome trick, so just follow my lead,” You said, which only worried Miguel in the process. You didn’t give him any time to ask what you were planning, and you quickly shoved your free hand on Miguel’s chest, pushing him back. “Hey! What are you thinking?” You shouted. “Just because I’m your wife, it doesn’t mean you can do that,” You scold Miguel, definitely taking him by surprise.

Miguel didn’t move very far because he still held your other wrist to the wall, but you looked angry, and it caught the attention of the criminal. “Mi amor,” Miguel said in a hushed tone, trying to get you to calm down. “You just look so beautiful, and all the things you say to me…” He trailed off, smiling slightly.

“I still told you not here!” You shouted again, trying to shake your wrist out of his grasp. “Let me go!”

Before Miguel could react or respond, you noticed the criminal walking closer to the two of you. “You heard the lady,” The criminal grumbled. “Let the sweet thing go.”

Instinctively, Miguel pulled his hand back from your wrist. Once it was free, you used your other hand to rub it where he held it. It didn’t hurt, but you wanted to make it look like it did. You were impressed that it worked so well in getting the criminal interested, but it was easy to tell he just wanted to be a hero and save the pretty girl.

“Good,” The criminal said, walking toward you and cutting Miguel off, forcing him to step back. “Are you okay, little one?” He asked, and you shifted your stance to respond to the man.

“I am, thank you,” You said. “My husband just had too much to drink and got too excited,” You explained.

The criminal laughed, looking back at Miguel once. “I can tell. He was all over you inside, too.”

You nodded, trying to figure out a way to steer the conversation to get him to admit what you want to hear. “Yeah, he gets like that. Thank you for your help. Not every day you’re saved by a big, strong man,” You smirked.

Miguel stayed quiet while you played the game, and the criminal was playing right into your compliments. “I’m sure I could show you a better time than whatever your lousy husband can do,” The criminal said. “A little girl like you needs a real man.”

You noticed Miguel roll his eyes at the criminal, but the criminal had no interest in him whatsoever. You giggled, fitting your role. “You’re right. Say, what do you do for work? I’m sure it’s much more interesting than the accountant my husband is.”

The criminal smirked at you. “It definitely is, little one,” He said. “But I can’t disclose that. It’s classified.”

“Pity,” You sighed and walked up to him, close enough to grab his hand. You stepped up on your tip toes to get close to his face, shooting a quick look at Miguel. “Is there any chance that you work for Kingpin?”

The criminal's smirk was wiped off his face as you asked him this question. He tried to pull his hand away from you, but you’re strong, and you had a tight grip. “Aw, big boy, where do you think you’re going?” You asked. “My husband and I just need to ask you some questions.”

Right as you said that, Miguel shot some webs at the criminal, and he fell to the ground. You wiped your hand off on your dress and shrugged once Miguel stood next to you. “Good work,” Miguel said. “Let’s get him to HQ,” He said, swiftly picking up the criminal, the two of you throwing your masks on and swinging out of the parking lot and back to headquarters.

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You and Miguel walked out of the interrogation room after a grueling few hours. You ripped your mask off, and Miguel turned off the projection on his face, both exhausted. He asked one of the Peter Parkers to move Kingpin's goon to a holding cell so he could take a break.

“I really did not expect it to take so long for him to talk,” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Though, I’m impressed how well we played our roles as husband and wife.”

As you walked down an empty hallway, HQ being nearly empty from the late hour, you looked at Miguel when he didn’t respond. “Hello? Earth to O’Hara?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Do you ever shut up?” He growled, glaring at you when he turned his head. “We just got out of interrogating that guy for hours, and you’re still talking,” Miguel said. “I was right. You really are an annoying brat.”

“Excuse me?” You asked Miguel, eyebrows raised. “I am not a brat.”

Miguel chuckled, shaking his head. “Ay, dios…” He muttered. “Yes, you are,” He said, turning his whole body to stand in front of you, looking down. “The entire mission only proved to me that you are.” (Oh my god).

You crossed your arms, staring up at him, annoyed at what he was calling you. “I am not.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, his voice deep as he towered over you. Miguel looked both ways down the hallway before he put one hand on your shoulder, shoving you into the wall. His other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tight. “If you’re not a brat, tell me you don’t like this,” He said as he brought his face closer to yours, his lips only a breath away from kissing yours.

You stayed silent, breathing heavily and trying not to react to him. “Tell me,” Miguel demanded again. “Tell me you don’t like this.”

“I can’t,” You whispered, pinned hard against the wall.

Miguel smirked. “I knew it,” He said, closing that last inch and kissing you immediately. His kiss only pushed you harder into the wall, and your bodies were touching. You tried to move your other hand that he wasn’t holding to touch his arm, but before you could barely lift it, he removed his hand from your shoulder and caught your other wrist, also pinning it to the wall. All you could do was let Miguel kiss you, and you kissed him back.

He pulled back for a moment to take a breath. “You can tell me to stop,” He said through heavy breaths.

You shook your head, also breathing heavily, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good,” Miguel said, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around your waist. He picked you up like you weighed nothing, which surprised you, but his height and strength made it easy for him. He rushed down the rest of the hallway until he stopped at the door to his room, quickly entering and setting you down.

Upon locking the door, he pushed you up against the wall again, wasting no time returning to kissing you. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand and held them together above your head, and his other hand held your chin angled up. The kiss deepened, pulling a few moans from both of you as you couldn’t get enough of each other.

After a few minutes, Miguel pulled his head back again to let you breathe. He let out a laugh, and you could see his slight smile from the dim lamp in the corner of the room. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing, mi amor,” Miguel said. “Or…what was it the criminal called you that you liked so much?” He asked aloud, then smirked when he remembered. “That’s right. Little one. Pequeña.”

“Mhm,” You hummed, tilting your head to try to get him to kiss you again, but you didn’t have much leverage as he held your wrists and your chin.

Miguel angled his head so you couldn’t get any closer. “No, pequeña. Have some patience,” He said. “You’re going to take this suit off the moment I release your wrists, understand?”

“Yes,” You whispered, and Miguel nodded. He let your wrists drop, and he stepped back, giving you some space as he watched you peel off your skin-tight suit. He had to admit; he really hated that you changed into your costume when you returned to Spider Society HQ; he loved how you looked in the dress. But he also loved watching you listen to his command and undress only a few feet in front of him.

When you stepped out of your bodysuit, you tossed it onto the floor, and Miguel’s gaze made you feel even more exposed than you were. You still had your sports bra and underwear on, but how he stared at you made you feel completely bare. You brought your arms up to cross them in front of your stomach, trying to hide whatever else you could.

“Don’t,” Miguel said in a deep tone as he continued staring. “Keep your hands at your side, pequeña. Let me look at you,” He said, his eyes not moving. You moved your hands back to your sides and looked down at the floor for a few minutes before Miguel spoke again. “Remove your bra.”

Slowly, you moved your hands from your sides and grabbed the hem of your sports bra, slipping it over your head. You shut your eyes when your breasts were on full display, fighting the urge to hide them with your hands. “Are you uncomfortable?” Miguel asked. “If you are, we can stop everything and forget this ever happened. You just have to speak up.”

“No,” You shook your head, opening your eyes again. “Just nervous.”

“There’s no need to be,” He replied. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, pequeña.” As he said this, he walked closer to you and put one of his hands around your waist. You looked up at him, and Miguel smirked down at you. “Truly beautiful. We should go on undercover missions more often. You cleaned up nicely.”

“So did you,” You responded, causing Miguel to smile in response. “I liked pretending to be your confident wife.”

“Hmm,” Miguel said, his face getting closer to yours. “Maybe too confident. I need to get my revenge on you for your little neck-kissing stunt. How did that go? Like this?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your neck like he did just a few hours prior. He focused on a few spots above your collarbone and shoulder, sucking and biting lightly to leave some marks. After spending some time on your neck, he copied what he did earlier and left a trail of kissing up your neck, jaw, and cheek, finally settling on your lips again.

Miguel’s free hand moved and landed on your breast as he kissed you. He gently massaged, going slow in case you needed to tell him to stop, but you never did. When he pulled back from your lips, his head dove down, planted a few kisses on your chest, then smiled at you. “Come on,” He said and grabbed your wrist tightly to pull you across the room to his bed.

He set you gently on the bed, putting his hand on your chest and pushing you back to lie down. Immediately, Miguel leaned over you, straddling your hips. “Keep your hands on the bed,” He directed you as he leaned in to kiss you again, his suit still on. His weight on top of you was a different sensation from anything you had felt before, and you desperately wanted to reach your hands up and touch his hair. As he kissed you, your mind started to spin, and one of your hands moved off the bed.

Before it even got a few inches off, he caught your wrist and pushed it back into the bed. “I’m serious, pequeña. Your hands stay on the bed,” He muttered when he pulled away from your lips. “Or I will secure them to the bed.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before attacking your lips again, but his hand did let go of your wrist, trusting you to listen. The hand that propped himself up on the bed stayed next to you while the other made its way down to your waist, playing with the edge of your panties. “Can’t wait to get these off, pequeña,” Miguel said against your lips.

“You’re still dressed,” You replied, a slight pout on your face.

He laughed against you. “I can turn that off in an instant,” He said. “But I want to see you imagining what’s under my suit,” You can feel the smirk radiating off him. “I’ll give you a hint.”

Miguel moved his bottom half closer to you, nearly grinding up against your panties so you could feel him. You gasped at the sudden touch, not expecting to feel him in this way while he still had his suit on. “So?” He prompted.

You nodded quickly. “I’m imagining,” You promised, and he chuckled at you before kissing you again, sneaking his hand under your panty line. As Miguel ground against you and his fingers got closer to where you wanted, your hand quickly went up to his hair and pulled.

Immediately, he removed his hand from under your panties, stopped kissing you, and sat up so he wasn’t touching you at all. “Tsk,” Miguel shook his head. “I gave you one task, pequeña, and you couldn’t do it. I warned you to keep your hands on the bed,” He said, sounding a mix of both disappointment and excitement. “Put your hands above your head.”

“What?” You asked, not sure what he was getting at.

“Put your hands above your head,” He directed, more serious this time. When you still didn’t move, he rolled his eyes and leaned forward again, grabbing your wrists one by one and throwing them above your head. When he sat back up, he held out one of his arms and aimed his wrist at your hands, shooting a few webs to secure your hands and wrists to the headboard.

Miguel was amused when he saw your look of surprise. “I warned you that if you couldn’t keep your hands on the bed, then I would make sure you would,” He shrugged. “And, now, if you don’t want your feet to end up the same way, you’ll keep your legs still. Do you understand, pequeña?”

“I-I understand, Miguel,” You stammered, a bit intimidated but matching his excitement. You pulled at the webs around your wrists, testing their strength, making him laugh again.

“You know that those aren’t going anywhere,” He said, leaning back over you. He kissed along the center of your breasts and down your stomach, stopping at your panties. “I think it’s time we finally take these off,” Miguel said, hooking his finger in and pulling them down, moving your legs as he needed to get them off of you easily. He smirked when he saw you glistening. “Oh, you really want this, huh?” He asked.

You nodded in response. “Y-yes,” You said.

Miguel shook his head with a cocky look on his face. He tilted his head up as he looked down at you, and before you knew it, his suit dematerialized, and he was overtop you, smirking. There were definitely benefits to his suit being a projection, and easy access was one of them.

But he was teasing you.

Only his chest and arms were exposed, making you gasp at his bare body, but also impatient to see the rest of him the same way. “What’s that look for?” Miguel asked, knowing the answer. “You’ve seen me shirtless before. Don’t be shy now,” He said, knowing you’re vulnerable. Though it may be true, that was a different circumstance. He was patching himself up after getting hit; he wasn’t over you, smirking at you while naked and tied up. This was entirely different.

He could tell you were distracted by looking at his chest. You were staring and maybe a little stuck in your own head with all your annoying thoughts. Miguel decided that if he wanted your attention, he was going to get it and keep it.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you yelped when you felt Miguel’s fingers run through your folds. Your legs instantly reacted, squeezing your thighs together, but Miguel just pushed them apart with a satisfied grin on his face. “Got your attention now,” He said, slowly moving his fingers up and down, quickly getting covered in your slick. You kept making noises, whimpering, and he was a little concerned. “Pequeña, if you want me to stop, just say it.”

You shook your head quickly, grounding yourself and catching your breath. “No, don’t…don’t want you to stop,” You managed to force out the complete sentence.

Upon your confirmation, Miguel nodded. He kept moving his fingers while his other hand held your thigh down, making sure you couldn’t move that one. Every few strokes, his fingers brushed over your clit, making you gasp in surprise, but it was never enough stimulation to do anything else. He was barely moving fast enough to build you up; he was still only teasing you.

When he pulled his fingers away, you groaned loudly. “What?” Miguel asked, amused. “Does someone not like being treated like the little brat she is?”

“I’m…I’m not a brat,” You argued with him, but Miguel only laughed in response.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, cocking his head as his hand came back down onto you. Quickly, he started circling your clit, flicking it a few times, then rubbing fast. “You wouldn’t like this if you weren’t a brat,” He said, the speed of his fingers increasing once he heard you starting to moan and thrash in your web bindings. “And if you weren’t a brat, you’d stay still, like you promised. Do you want me to secure the rest of your body to the bed?” Miguel asked, keeping his fingers moving against you.

It was hard to respond with all the stimulation, but you forced your body to stop thrashing and pulling because you really didn’t want him to add any more webs to your body. You wanted him to do more, to touch your harder, to fuck you, but he was taking his time. And it was driving you crazy.

Miguel knew you’d have a hard time staying still, and he let some twitches and movement slide. He only really cared about the intense pulling and struggling. You moaned against Miguel’s fast fingers as he quickly built you up to the edge of an orgasm, careful to slow down before you went over the edge.

You were right there, about to orgasm from Miguel just touching you, but he pulled away. When all stimulation stopped, your legs contracted, and you ached, yelling loudly at how mean he was. Miguel just stared at you as you writhed in desperation, screaming out how much you needed to come. He shook his head at you as he watched, his hands resting on his hips. “Pequeña mocosa,” Miguel scoffed, staring down at you. (little brat).

When you finally calmed down, still on the edge of release, you were able to open your eyes and look at Miguel. However, when you saw him this time, his whole suit was gone, and he was finally in front of you, fully naked. Your eyes widened upon seeing him like this, but it certainly wasn’t an unwelcome view.

“Staring is rude,” Miguel commented, moving to sit on the bed on his knees between your legs. “Tell me what you want, pequeña.”

“You,” You gasped out, still recovering from your almost orgasm.

Miguel laughed, leaning over you now. “I know that. I need you to be more specific,” He instructs, his hands going back down to lightly touch your pussy.

You yelped again when his hand returned to touching you, moving devilishly slow up and down, just enough to keep your brain scrambled. You almost couldn’t believe he was going to make you spell it out for him, but it also made too much sense that he wanted to hear your exact words. “I want you to fuck me raw,” You said in a low, sultry tone.

Miguel wasn’t expecting you to say that or to be that confident. He was expecting you to skirt around the question until he was so impatient that he would do what you wanted. But, after getting over his initial shock at your bluntness, he smirked. “Dios, you are such a brat,” He shook his head and removed his hand again, adjusting himself so he was more lined up with you. You watched his hand go down to his cock, grabbing it and stroking a few times. “Are you sure that’s what you want, pequeña?” Miguel asked.

You nodded your head, your eyes not leaving the sight in front of you. “Yes. I’m certain,” You said, now just waiting in anticipation. Miguel’s smirk didn’t leave his face as he teased you, lining himself up right against your entrance. You pulled at the webs around your hands, wanting to touch him, to pull him against you, and it only made him more cocky in this position. “Miguel…” You whined, stretching out his name.

A soft laugh escaped Miguel’s lips. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop messing with you,” He said and slowly, finally, pushed his cock into you. At just the tip, you let out a groan like you never had before, this new feeling of Miguel surprising you. He took the groan as encouragement, sliding all the way in and starting to pump in and out at a steady pace. As much as he wanted to fuck you raw like you so boldly dared him, he was going to ease into it a bit. He wanted to take his time, getting you even more desperate for him, so for now, he went slow.

“Faster,” You gasped, trying to move your hips in time with his, but he held you so tight you could barely move them.

“Have patience, pequeña,” Miguel said, squeezing his hands as he kept his pace steady. “Remember, stay still. I would hate to have to web up your legs. It would be terrible if you couldn’t move even an inch,” His smirk got even bigger. “Or would my little brat like that?”

You shook your head, not wanting him to have any excuse to stop his movements. It only made Miguel laugh as he moved slower to drive all the way into you, his hips against you and pausing to admire your face. “You are truly beautiful,” He said, then leaned in as he was still paused inside you. He smiled as he leaned forward, slowly attaching his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss, causing you to close your eyes and enjoy the sensation.

“Tell me what you want,” Miguel said once he pulled back from your lips.

After taking a deep breath, you nodded at him once. “I want you to move,” You said, desperate for any more stimulation. “I want you to go faster.”

“Hm,” Miguel hummed, looking into your eyes to see how much you really wanted him. “I think I can do that for you,” He smiled and started to move in and out of you again. His pace started slow like before, but he was quickly building up to a faster speed, thrusting his hips and grunting loudly. Your grunts and moans matched his as he sped up, going fast but not hurting you, and your legs quickly started to shake from the force of Miguel’s body.

You were going to ask Miguel to adjust so he could hit the best spot, but as soon as you opened your mouth to ask, a loud moan was forced out of you as Miguel’s fingers went right back onto your clit. He smirked when you reacted to his fingers, and he moved them slowly around you, giving you just enough stimulation to bring you back to the edge.

Your legs tightened around Miguel’s body as he pumped into you faster, and his fingers played with you. Miguel didn’t mind that you moved your legs this time because he loved the feeling of your legs around his hips, holding him to you. It made him feel powerful, like you needed him.

Miguel felt even more powerful when you couldn’t say anything besides his name and moan loudly. Those were the best noises he’d ever heard, and if he could only hear that for the rest of his life, he’d be happy. He didn’t realize until tonight how much you needed him; it was as much as he needed you.

He smirked down at you as he felt your legs start to shake around his hips, knowing you were close to your orgasm as he moved in and out of you and kept his finger playing with your clit. “Come on, pequeña, you can do it,” He encouraged you, as he also was building up to the edge of release.

You started to moan louder as you were pushed over the edge of your climax, Miguel’s hand moving quickly on your clit to help you through it. Once you screamed out, tightening around Miguel as he kept moving in and out of you. “Fuck, pequeña,” Miguel grunted, his voice low, still thrusting into you as fast as he could. He watched your eyes roll back into your head and arch your back off the bed as you screamed his name out. As soon as he heard you say his name in that rough voice, Miguel pushed over the edge with you, twitching inside you and releasing.

Miguel matched your moans, grunting your name through his orgasm. When he finally came down, he pulled out of you and collapsed on your chest. Your brain was a bit mushy, and your eyes kept fluttering shut.

You weren’t sure how you got there, but when your brain finally returned to reality, you were sitting in a bath, being cleaned off by Miguel. He was quiet, gently running a washcloth over your shoulders as he sat behind you. “Miguel?” You spoke, your voice hoarse.

“Ah, there she is,” Miguel hummed from behind you. “You feeling okay, pequeña?” He asked.

Nodding slowly, you looked a little confused. “What did I miss?”

Miguel chuckled a little. “You were a bit out of it, but it’s okay. I’ve got you,” Miguel said. “You know, you’re not such a brat when you’re like this,” He joked.

“Ha-ha,” You threw a glare at him. “I think we should be undercover partners more often.”

You watched as he shook his head, his lip curling up into a tiny smile. “Maybe,” He said. “You should go back to being quiet; you’re much more tolerable like that,” Miguel smirked, leaning in so his mouth was right next to your ear. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even fuck you until you’re raw next time,” He said.

“Hmm,” You matched his smirk. “It’s a tempting offer. I’ll think about it.”

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antianakin · 4 months

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@theneutralmime

So there's a lot happening in this ask.

Do I think Palpatine could FEASIBLY be killed by something like choking on a grape or falling down the stairs? I mean, yes, sort-of. Like Palpatine IS still human, generally, and so if he's taken completely by surprise and doesn't have a way to keep himself from snapping his neck or whatever, he'd die. If we discount the Sequel Trilogy as canon, then Palpatine dies by getting tossed down a reactor shaft or whatever, so, clearly, he CAN die.

Star Wars has a tendency to run on rule of cool quite often, so Maul survives getting chopped in half because fans thought he was cool and Lucas then thought it would be cool to explore him again, rather than because it made any logical sense to bring him back. Palpatine survives getting thrown down the reactor shaft because he's the best villain this franchise has ever had and Rian Johnson ruined the two best options for villains in TLJ (Snoke by being unnecessarily killed off and Kylo by being made sympathetic to fans), so JJ Abrams was stuck coming up with something else in TROS. Shit happens in Star Wars sometimes and it doesn't really make SENSE, so it can be hard to try to puzzle out how the worldbuilding actually works in a situation like this one.

Maul keeps himself alive by spite and spite alone according to TCW. He's so full of anger and hate that somehow, despite being chopped in half and apparently magically transported to an entirely different planet somehow, he manages to stay alive long enough to attach his top half to a robot spider bottom. So, sure, if Maul can do that, then Palpatine should be capable of keeping himself alive by pure spite, too. You can try to argue that because he's killed in the way the prophecy says he would that maybe it should be more binding than Maul's, I guess, but THEORETICALLY, as per the worldbuilding rules that kept Maul alive, there's absolutely nothing keeping Palpatine dead, either.

I am also of the personal opinion that the prophecy means that IF the Chosen One tries to destroy the Sith out of selflessness and compassion, they are guaranteed to succeed (aka, if Anakin tries to kill Palpatine because this is what Sith apprentices do to their masters, the prophecy no longer applies and so he isn't guaranteed a victory). But this doesn't mean that this is the ONLY way to defeat the Sith. It's not like Palpatine could ONLY have been killed if Anakin personally kills him, it's just going to be a heck of a lot easier for Anakin than it would've been for anybody else. But Anakin defies his own destiny for over TWO DECADES and I think he could've defied it for the rest of his damn life if he'd chosen to. Which opens the door for the opposite to also end up being true: Palpatine can be killed by something that ISN'T the Chosen One fulfilling the prophecy. Maybe it takes a LOT of Jedi coming together to take him out, maybe it takes regular civilians helping the Jedi, maybe he CAN just randomly choke on a grape by pure luck. It's incredibly UNLIKELY to happen and even more unlikely to succeed, but not IMPOSSIBLE.

Moving on to the Separatist question about the contradiction between TCW claiming there are good people in the Separatist movement despite the horrible things their army is doing and the fact that without Palpatine and Dooku running things, they seem like they'd probably just fall apart immediately. I think the Separatists work the same way most of the antagonists do in Star Wars, especially in the prequel era: a parallel for Anakin. The Separatists seem to have good intentions for their actions, but are being manipulated by the Sith into (possibly unintentionally) backing some really heinous atrocities and a belief in their own superiority so strong that they'll never believe it's even happened, no matter how often it's explicitly laid out for them. The Separatist politicians (so NOT the people running the actual army like Nute Gunray or Wat Tambor or anyone else from the Corporate Alliance) are EXACTLY like Anakin, and they fall prey to their own arrogance the same way he does. So sure, there were "heroes" among them and people with good intentions, but Dooku was a good Jedi once, too. It doesn't mean that his choices NOW are actually motivated by those good intentions, though. The same is generally true of the Separatists. They had good intentions, but their ignorance becomes an intentional choice rather than something forced upon them and that ultimately makes them complicit in the crimes their army is committing.

I will say I don't think the Separatist politicians are explored well enough to really get that message across and so it just ends up feeling kind-of weird and contradictory sometimes, but that's my take on what the intended message of the Separatists is.

The same is generally true for Dooku. The thing with all of these characters is, they're ALL parallels for Anakin, which means that they have to also have one of the things most essential to his character: "There's still good in him." Regardless of how I feel about how his "redemption" was handled in ROTJ, the fact that Anakin has goodness left in him to act upon is VITAL to his character. So any character who is intended to be a parallel to his narrative ALSO has to have this characteristic. Dooku can still make better choices, he COULD feasibly turn things around and be a better person again. The Separatists CAN choose to be less ignorant and more open to listening to what people like Padme and Bail and the Jedi are actually saying rather than desperately trying to live in a perfect little fantasy world that appeals to them.

So even though they all SEEM irredeemable, they all SEEM rotten right through to the core, they're not. That's the major message of Star Wars, that choice MATTERS and you ALWAYS have a choice. Even if you've been making the wrong ones for decades, even if there's just a smidge of goodness left, it'll ALWAYS be there to act upon. Just like the capacity for darkness is always there to be tempted by, the capacity for compassion is ALSO always there to come back to.

Which brings us to the concept of, "What if the Jedi found out about the Tusken massacre sometime before ROTS and Order 66?"

The Jedi generally seem to believe in rehabilitation and forgiveness as much as possible, but they also believe in placing the needs of the greater good over the needs of one person, and in this situation, I'm assuming the Jedi are likely still dealing with the war happening which limits a lot of their options, especially if Palpatine is ALSO still in power. So they have to figure out how to help Anakin with the feelings that led him to commit the massacre in the first place while keeping him from being able to do it AGAIN. I generally imagine that this would mean removing him from positions of authority, which would include both being a General in the GAR and being a master to Ahsoka. I think he'd probably be asked to agree to being grounded at the Temple until such time as a Jedi mind healer deemed him capable of going back out in the field. I also think that, before he was allowed back into the field for any kind of Jedi work, he'd be asked to make some kind of amends for what he'd done, whatever that ended up meaning. It's not about punishing Anakin so much as it is about damage control.

The problem is that Palpatine is unlikely to allow Anakin to just be removed from the GAR and that Anakin is unlikely to take ANY of this well. Unlike most fics that deal with this scenario, I think he'd generally be willing to take the Council's condemnation of his actions relatively well. He admits to knowing it's not the way a Jedi should act in AOTC, so he'd be expecting the Council to tell him he was wrong to kill them all and I think he'd be able to put on a good show of contrition and remorse (regardless of whether it was that genuine or not; his remorse over having not acted like a Jedi would be real, but there'd be no real remorse for the deaths of the Tuskens and I don't know how well the Council would be able to distinguish between the two through psychic powers alone). But it's asking him to accept the demotion and the loss of Ahsoka that I think he'd lash out at. He'd accept the slap on the wrist, but the actual consequences would seem unfair and THAT'S when he'd start to defend himself and throw a tantrum about it (For an example of this in canon, look at how he acts during the scene where he's put on the Council in ROTS and how he stays pretty polite right up until he's told he isn't going to be made a Master and THAT'S what riles him up).

Anakin doesn't like making choices and I think the Council would likely let him know that this kind of infraction is one where, if he DOESN'T want to accept the consequences for what he's done and do the work it takes to re-earn their trust, they'd have to consider expelling him from the Order. So now he's faced with the choice of remaining a Jedi but diminished and humiliated (from his perspective), or not being a Jedi at all but leaving more on his terms. And I think that THIS is where he'd likely try to go to Palpatine to get him to pull strings in his favor and, given that the war is still happening, Palpatine might be able to accomplish this and force the Council's hand so that they CAN'T enforce these consequences no matter what. It's POSSIBLE Palpatine might try to convince Anakin to just leave so that he can then take Anakin even more under his wing, but I feel like Anakin wouldn't see that as helping very much, while Palpatine forcing the Jedi to let Anakin stay without consequences puts Anakin COMPLETELY in Palpatine's debt.

All of which would REALLY burn out a lot of the Jedi's faith in Anakin and start to turn even those closest to him against him, like Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. And the more they turn on him, the angrier Anakin gets, the darker and more violent he probably gets, and the more the Jedi lose faith in him. It's an ugly downward spiral for everybody that might lead the Jedi to ultimately feel like they have to try something beyond offering rehabilitation to Anakin. The reasoning would not be unlike what they utilize to step in with Palpatine where they realize that by NOT stepping beyond their boundaries, they're allowing the problem to persist which makes them complicit in the consequences. But now they have to remove both Anakin AND Palpatine from power without either of them finding out and while continuing to fight a war that's killing them off and spreading them thin. How this would turn out is anyone's guess, but I do think that eventually the Jedi could and would get to a place where they'd recognize that forgiveness only works if the person is willing to do something to EARN that forgiveness and sometimes the better thing to do is simply remove the person causing problems from the game entirely in order to protect everyone else. At this point, even though they firmly believe everyone still has the capacity to be good, it stops being a priority to ensure Anakin still has the opportunity to act on it when doing so puts others in danger.

#star wars #sheev palpatine #palpatine #separatists #count dooku #darth maul #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #this was very long so i hope this answered all of your questions and spoke to all of the points you were trying to make

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changanomaly · 6 months

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Anyways. Dundie imagines and hcs and other things that pop into my brain about them because I think about them a lot and I hope someone out there cares as much about them as I do or likes them a normal amount and would also be as interested in reading this bullet point list I've made

They're very, very queer. I am just unable to tell you in what way but they ARE trust me

Duncan fell first AND harder. Sadie admits to it first.

They're long distance but they both always try to meet up whenever possible- esp Duncan, not that Sadie doesn't try bc she does but! there was this one time in like Christmas break where Sadie got a phone call from prison and it was Duncan telling her that he fit himself in a suitcase and illegally got into her hometown but don't worry he's gonna break out (she ended up getting him out instead)

Sadie (and Katie who she brings along when she can which is often) do Duncan's nails. He's been doing them himself prior and they're chipped and gross looking and are obviously ONE COAT only which they both say is stupid if he's picking BLACK nail polish like smh

I think Sadie, while bringing out his nicer side, brings out Duncan's awkward side just as much. She swoons easily over him but she's equally as unintentionally charming as he is smooth and it catches Duncan off guard.

Duncan grew out his mohawk after the show because at some point Sadie was trying to braid it while they were hanging out in this awkward point between their like friends and their feelings blossoming. She was a bit sad that she could barely make it into a braid and he. HE REMEMBERS!! and it's only barely braidable but it made Sadie sooo happy

Duncan and Sadie both like being little spoon. THEY TAKE TURNS!!

Sadie made him a little friendship bracelet and he's like so attached to it. He made her a skull in return and AUGHH they're so cute

In terms of love language, Sadie's the type to like giving words of affirmation (she really likes expressing herself verbally, always speaks what's on her mind about him and it's often nice, makes cute nicknames) and Duncan's the type to enjoy gift-giving (he's spraypainted her so many murals in random alleyways) (they both love that abt each other btw.)

Sadie calls him various things. "Duncey" sticks, obviously, but she's tried stuff like "pumpkin" and "sweetie" which he seems to like. She calls him snookums sometimes too and he comments on how they sound old and married. She blushes, he blushes, and they stare for a bit before going back to what they're doing.

Duncan tries to respond back by calling her stuff like his "main squeeze", "sunshine" and "charmer". He also lets her call him by his middle name when they're alone. (I think it's Tate. He looks like a Tate.)

Duncan thinks it's kind of corny but sort of endearing but. They do good night and good morning texts (Sadie initiated and he thought it was adorable and they haven't stopped since)

Duncan usually just sends her pictures of his random alley murals but figured out how to send stuff over to her house and mailed her a brick that he spray painted a small mural on for her. She has it on her desk (which she thanks god can hold it).

Sadie always ends up giving him small trinkets she like to make in return. Made him a little skull pin and gave it during Christmas and he's keeps it wherever he goes even when he doesn't wear it.

Duncan tries to tease her all the time and it seldom works and she usually replies in earnest which flusters him real bad. It's so damn cute.

But when he gets her OHO he gets her GOOD. She starts blubbering about and giggling. Which still flusters him so bad.

This especially happens when they watch horror movies together. Sadie's scared of most of them and clings onto Duncan for dear life when they watch it at home and like. He thinks it's so cute aghh!!

Their future domestic life is kind of bliss. They share an apartment, have a cat and a couple lizards and spiders, maybe. Whenever it's the other's turn to cook they always hug em from behind.

Whenever they visit each other or get to meet up they always leave something with the other person by accident. Duncan has multiple of Sadie's jackets and wears them sometimes and keeps forgetting to return them. Duncan usually leaves his shirts but Sadie actually remembers to return them.

#I've been working on this since like August I think and can't think of more. Here you go #total drama #total drama island #tdi #total drama dundie #dundie #td duncan #duncan total drama #td sadie #sadie total drama #duncan x sadie #total drama headcanons #total drama hcs

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rowniebow · 1 year

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and they were roommates | peter parker x male!reader | 1/7

summary: peter parker and y/n y/l/n are roommates, and if there's anything to know about them it's that they hate living together.

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: lil bit of blood in this one. yk, casual spider-man owies

word count: 1.3k+

an: dunno how long this will be or where i will go with it! but im goin'

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"no, i think i'm gonna move out. i can't take it anymore!"

only a slighting hum came from the speaker of your phone.

"i’m serious!"

"you've been saying that for the last six months."

"yeah, and i'm gonna do it! it's like, three in the morning and he still isn't back yet! he does this every night. what the hell could he be doing until three in the morning every night?"

"have you, i don't know, bothered asking him?"

"that- i- it-,"

"maybe you should ask."

"no! i've never like- seen him when he comes home. i just hear him. how am i supposed to bring it up that i've been hearing him come home so late every night for the last six months?"

"more like how are you going to bring up that you've been waiting up for him to come home every night for the last six months."

"dude-"

"dude! i'm so tired. please, just let me go to sleep."

"y-yeah, fine, whatever. isn't it only like twelve for you?"

"that's still late! you wouldn't know 'cause you stay up till sunrise waiting for your damn roommate!"

"no i don't-!"

"goodnight, y/n!" you gaped at your phone while it merely flashed a 'call ended' sign at you. you couldn't help but let out a groan as you let the phone fall from your hands on to the bed you had been laying upside down on.

you glared at the opposite wall of your room where your desk appears to be attached to the ceiling from your angle. your room illuminated from the light pollution of new york. the light filtered into every crevice of your room. you already had difficulty sleeping but the light never ceasing to stop in this tiny two bedroom apartment made it ten times worse.

your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes sharpened as you could hear your roommate clambering around your shared apartment. you listened to him hiss in pain after a loud thud, which you could only assume was him stubbing his toe for the third time that week.

you listened to his door (that sat directly across the hall from yours) creak shut despite his efforts to make it home quietly and you finally turned yourself right up and flopped on your bed. you let yourself fall asleep, finally, with furrowed eyebrows and a frown plastered on your face.

⭒⭒

peter parker sat on the other side of his door, huffing and holding his side, while he listened to your bed creek and groan. annoyance was plastered all over his face.

the walls in this place were too thin.

he hated that he could hear your every move and that, even without super hearing like his, you could hear every move of his.

he was well aware of you being up late every night. he could hear the blankets rustle and your disgruntled hums of annoyance.

he wished, to the very bottom of his heart, that you would just go the hell to sleep!

he rolled his eyes and pulled the skin tight suit off of himself, wincing as it stuck to the bloody gash in his side.

he peaked his head out of his bedroom door, eyeing yours to make sure it was fully shut, then ran as silently as he could to the bathroom across the floor plan of the apartment.

he looked himself in the mirror: his glazed eyes held heavy bags, his shoulders were crunched up from the stress of his night's endeavors, his hair was tousled and flat from the mask sitting on his head for hours.

he eyes his side in particular, though. it was as if a chunk has been scraped out of his skin. it had started healing already, the blood clotting fast as ever, and the bruising had begun to form.

he went to touch the surrounding area of his gash, only to flinch back from the sharpness of his round finger.

he dug through the mirror-cabinet to find the cleaning alcohol he always kept stored. he grew more and more frustrated as he pushed aside your medicine bottles and childish, all-too-expensive band-aids with cartoon characters on them that he hated so much.

he was near yelling out and waking you up and making you show him where you had moved his stuff to, until he looked down and found it sitting on the back of the toilet, right next to an opened package of your childish, all-too-expensive band-aids with cartoon characters on them.

his frown softened a bit at the sight of your band-aids (that he knew you often only bought because you found them cute) being used for once. he rolled his eyes, however, and snatched the bottle up and continued to mind his business, muttering complaints in his mind.

⭒⭒⭒

peter left his room the next morning to find you in the kitchen of your shared apartment, headphones on, and humming a tune that he recognized too easily from how often he heard it from you, from your room, from your phone, or from his own mind at this point. your favorite song that you always had on repeat was stuck in peter's mind and he was sure one of these days he would snap and throw your phone out the window of your third story apartment.

he watched your head bob to the beat as you flipped a pancake on the skillet. you turned around, jumping at peter's figure.

"jesus, peter!"

"sorry," he mumbled, taking a seat at the small island that fit no more than two.

"do you want anything to eat while i have it out?"

"i can cook for myself when your done. thanks." peter refused to meet your eyes and the action caused you to roll your own.

even when you made efforts to be civil the man refused to reciprocate.

you truly didn't know where you two went wrong in your roommate relationship. when you first met, it was awkward, but it was kind and gentle nonetheless. small hello's and goodbyes would be exchanged throughout the day. peter would accept your cooking in the morning.

but, somewhere along the line, you both grew consistently frustrated with the other.

peter hated that you loved music and always had a song playing or were humming one.

you hated how he tended to flick his pencil in his fingers when he was thinking.

peter hated how you only knew how to make breakfast foods, and any other food was a risk of burning the building.

you hated how he slept on the couch often, night and day, despite the fact that you're hardly ever wanting to sit on it since you had a comfy chair you preferred.

every action taken irritated the other.

⭒⭒⭒⭒

after you had left for your work, peter made his way over to the horribly small kitchen.

he gritted his teeth at the sight of your unwashed dishes in the sink. the pans you had used failed to even be rinsed off, all the grit and char still sitting happy on the skillet.

"god forbid he picks up a sponge, jesus." he groaned under his breath.

he turned to grab the dish washing supplies that sat in the island counter cabinets, only to find a plate full of still warm turkey sausage, eggs and pancakes sitting on the counter with a fork and syrup next to it.

he found a sticky note in your messy, rushed handwriting sat next to it.

ran out of time, i'll clean after work.

he scoffed at the sticky note.

another thing he hated about you: how you left notes all over the apartment for him.

he dumped an ungodly amount of syrup over his pancakes (something you had pointed out on one of the first days of you two living together: "that-that's a lot of syrup." you had nearly choked on your bite at the sight. "you have none on yours," he said in equal disbelief).

he sat at the island in silence, begrudgingly eating the pancakes you had made him, and waiting until the clock strikes it's time for him to make his way to his own job.

⭒ next ⭒

#tasm!peter parker #andrew!peter parker #andrew peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male!reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x male!reader #spider-man #spiderman #the amazing spider-man #the amazing spider man #enemies to lovers #question mark?#roommates #if the first film is set in 2013 then this is in like....2016 or 2017 or something

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xris05 · 15 days

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A lot of people overestimate where they'd end up in the Horror Spectrum of Survival, which is something I made up right now, and is a ham-fisted metaphorical way for me to segue into talking about The Mangus Archives!

Several friends of mine have been getting into it right now- and if you read this, and you're apart of that group, yer welcome - and they're getting super into it, to the point of making little 'sona's. Which is really cool! Because they're talented artists and creative folks.

I was considering hoping on the bandwagon, but realised with some terrible clarity, that none of the dread powers would be particularly interested in me. Let's run down the list.

The Buried: Sounds cosy if anything. I do pretty well in high pressure environments

The Corruption: I'm not afraid of being ill, and whilst I don't like bugs, I'm also not afraid to just squish 'em.

The Dark: I'm pretty cool with the dark, I'd be more afraid of falling over and dropping something in the dark.

The Desolation: Scary to lose stuff and suffer, sure, but sometimes it happens. I don't worry about it regularly, and I'm careful to make sure it doesn't happen.

The End: I've made my peace with it.

The Eye: I'm a nerd, and I've got no secrets to hide. Come at me, oversized eyeball.

The Flesh: Meat is meat, and we're all meat, no worries here. No attachment either

The Hunt: I am 100% aware I would lose a chase, hunting or being hunted, no interest or pull either way here. I'd just lie down and die lol.

The Lonely: I've got friends in 5 time zones, I'm never alone

The Slaughter: I appreciate and recognize the terror of war and violence, but also can't truly know it, it's very distant to me after all.

The Spiral: I quite enjoy fantasy and losing myself in a false-world, actually. But I'm also pretty fond of the real world, and am not particularly warped of perception.

The Stranger: I know who I am, and the uncanny valley doesn't really get to me

The Vast: I loved space, I love being lost in the beautiful immensity of the world. I can also read a map, no fear here, but I'm also pretty fine not wandering and just sticking in my little box of walls and roofs.

The Web: I'm fairly content playing my part in schemes and such, and whilst I don't like spiders, I can tolerate / murder them.

In conclusion, I'm too damn boring to be an avatar.

#the magnus archives #the entities #tma sona #rambling #Look at me #I'm joe normal #ducking and weaving fear #gods fear me #fish fear me #I walk alone in this desolate earth

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10pm-cafe-lattes · 10 months

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my thoughts after tears of the kingdom

i finished it two days ago and this is when i have the time to actually make a post and this game deserves a post.

spoilers below! you have been Warned.

my thoughts, in no particular order:

the post-credit end scene made me cry... very badly... mineru sounds so proud but also so sweet and oh my goodness. and then tHE SAGES JUST BEING FRIENDS AND REHEARSING THEIR VOW TO ZELDA???

i'd like to think they didn't clue link in. just kinda whispered 'get back when we do' and link was just as surprised as his girlfriend (i am a zelink truther.)

i'm here for the sages being friends

the final boss battle was Brutal and you have no idea how relieved i was when the sages joined the party. i was like 'oh my god YES thank you so much' (side note: sapphire scepter MVP for the monster army phase)

GIANT DRAGON FIGHT. EPIC. MY HEART WHEN THE LIGHT DRAGON DASHED IN TO SAVE LINK OH MY GOODNESS ZELDA STILL REMEMBERS HIM IN SOME CAPACITY. AND THEN YOU HELP GUIDE?? ZELDA??? i might write something about it.

i love my mini spirit army aka the sages. riju's little lightning dance is so pretty, sidon is. sidon (and i love how they explored what losing mipha really meant with the water temple), tulin's an excitable talented baby who must be PROTECTED and it's nice to see yunobo taking charge

zelda... my beloved... light dragon... i did the final fight with a shard of her horn attached to the master sword because i wanted her to be there in spirit for the fight too... i kept apologising and going 'sorry zel, just a shard of your horn, okay? i'll clear the shards of your spikes away for you'

dragon's tears quest Destroyed me. it's tears of the kingdom because zelda represents hyrule because she's the blood of the goddess and therefore the tears of the kingdom-

hear me out. link should have cried too so then the tears of the kingdom are the tears of the hero and the princess

THE HAIR TIE. AND THE CHAMPION'S LEATHERS.

i haven't even done all the side adventures... i have to do those...

my hoarding tendencies versus 'sharp thing with many power stick it on the sword.'

100/10 game i love it...

FIERCE DEITY SET GOD DAMN i have the fierce deity set + sword and also the dusk claymore and link is in his Past Lives era

using autobuild to harvest apples >>>>

i never thought i would miss the guardians... and then i met gloom hands... and i was like 'give me BACK the laser spiders

also why did you complain about calamity ganon being too easy... it took me three tries to get through ganondorf...

#feel free to rb with your own experiences o(>ω<)o #this game has emotionally wrecked me but it was beautiful #i was on call with my s/o while i was playing the ending and then i cried #also LINK AND ZELDA SHARE THE HOUSE. THEY DO.#tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #zelink #totk link #totk zelda #totk zelink #totk #loz botw #loz totk #loz

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milkywayes · 3 months

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Pspsps roll me something from the non mass effect side of the wip folder pls? [chinhands] maybe one you're super attached to or excited about!!

damn I really didn't anticipate that anyone would care but sure! Yeah! Thanks!

The one I'm most attached to and determined to actually goddamn finish one day is a Kirk/Bones Star Trek AOS fic I started in like 2019. It's called "the gossamer thread, flung" which is also the best title I've ever come up with that isn't a song lyric. It modifies the Walt Whitman poem a noiseless, patient spider.

It's supposed to have 3 acts and I got as far as the end of act 1.

If you'd like to read a snippet I'm all too happy to oblige:

Spock casts one long look at Jim’s stretched-out form, then rises back to his full height. “DRS, I presume, stands for ‘Delayed Radiation Sickness’?” “The one, the only.” “Given that you are the crew’s highest-qualified medical professional—” Leonard can’t listen to this. “Prolonged exposure is a risk I’m taking and one that I am, in fact, expected to take. No reason to let it get both of us.” He sighs. He doesn’t know what to make of this new trend of having to explain things that Spock is already perfectly aware of. Concern, again, probably. Can’t expect a Vulcan to know what to do with that. “Can’t we chuck the artifact downhill if you can’t beam with it? That would be a balm to my soul right now.” A short pause. Leonard glances up only to find himself on the receiving end of a head tilt. Slowly, Spock says, “Not unless you prefer Jim having gone through this, as he would say, ‘for nothing.’” “Damn him,” says Leonard lowly. The breeze that sweeps over the red hills laid out at their feet catches in the strands of hair sticking to Jim’s forehead, and the motion somehow makes him look even less alive: a body left out for the elements, still and uncaring of their touch. “Fine,” he says, his eyes on the shallow rise and fall of Jim’s chest. His voice sounds flat even to his own ears. “I’ll bring it. Don’t leave us down here too long—we needed that shuttle yesterday.” If he expected Spock to argue about the logic of that sentence, he is sorely disappointed. All he says is, “Understood.” Footsteps leading away, slightly off-balance in the deep sand, and then: the clack of a communicator being opened. It’s a while until the beep that signals a successful-enough connection to subspace. Leonard does not know he’s going to speak until his mouth is already open. He can’t bring himself to look away from Jim’s chest. “Spock, I’ll…” He doesn’t know, really. It could be: I’ll look after Jim. Could be: I’ll bring him home. Most likely, and most honestly, it’s: I’ll try. Low voices, and the comm snaps back shut. Spock catches alight in the corner of his eye, the Enterprise’s transporters working their dubious magic. His voice is already half-whisked away when he says, “I would not expect any differently, Leonard.” And then they’re alone.

#I'm on my laptop now so I'm capitalizing things again #it was so hard to pick a snippet for this bc everything was a candidate but here ya go #thanks for asking!#ask meme #ask

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 2 years

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Night of the Living Costume Contest

“Bad news Krav, I think you gotta find a new costume partner,” Taako says as he scans the shelves in the pantry, scribbling a list in his scraggly notebook. He’d protested the gift from Lucretia last Candlenights because “only nerds write down things in journals,” apparently. But much to his chagrin, the notebook has rarely left his person in the past year. Makes a great holding place for grocery lists, devious plans, and the occasional doodle of a Halloween costume.

“Is this payback for last year, love? Because I was so looking forward to leaning into the Addams family this year,” Kravitz grabs a granola bar and pouts at Taako.

Taako smiles and taps Kravitz on the nose with his pen. “It’s not, scout’s honor. I just got the most brilliant idea the other night and I can’t pass it up.”

“And you don’t want to end up matching Lup again?”

“And I don’t want to end up matching Lup again,” Taako affirms. “One accidental match shame on her. Two accidental matches shame on me and I refuse to feel shame for literally anything.”

“You’re so wise,” Kravitz says sagely.

“I really am. Need anything at the store?”

“Could I talk you into picking up some actual treats? I love a granola bar but I did come in here looking for something jammed with sugar.” Kravitz does his best to avoid getting crumbs on his shirt, knowing damn well that that is simply going to result in him getting enough crumbs on the floor to help kick off the events of Ratatouille. He pretends to not notice Taako watching each crumb drop onto the ground with a laser-like focus. He can sweep later and Taako can come behind him tutting that he missed some crumbs.

“Hmm, you’re twisting my arm here, babe,” Taako muses, pulling his mouth into a teasing smirk. “Besides, I think I’m plenty sweet, don’t you?”

“That’s a given, of course. But my love, you’re like a fine bon-bon plucked from a box of assorted filled chocolates; a magnificent and delicious treat but sometimes not quite the quick snack you’re looking for. You gotta savor a bon-bon.” Kravitz finishes his granola bar and grabs Taako’s hand, pulling him closer until he can snake his arms around Taako’s midsection.

“I’m expensive like a bon-bon, too.”

“That you are, dear,” Kravitz affirms as he rests his chin on Taako’s shoulder. “That you are.”

“Explain to me how you plan on having a fair costume contest at a small party you’re hosting?” Lup asks as she wrestles with a bag of fake spiderwebs. She’s been tasked with making the living room drip with the creep factor but at the moment, it’s barely damp.

“We’re hosting and obviously it’s going to be a secret ballot,” Taako says from his place on the ladder. A frankly obscene amount of spider rings fills his pockets and he gets to work attaching them to the light fixture with fishing line.

“Ah the classic secret ballot that’s set to be stuffed with Taako’s name.” Barry sets another box of Halloween decorations down on the ground and cracks open the lid, ready to unbox any number porcelain ghosts, flocked velvet black cats, and random real bones from gods-know-what creatures; every flavor of Halloween décor is represented in the house, at least. Kravitz joins him in setting all the items in the box out so they all have a feel for what they’re working with.

“Barold, I’m hurt that you’d even suggest this kind of unscrupulous and dishonest behavior.”

“Bud, I have seen movies before. Like, you only need to have seen one movie to know how that would end up, I’m pretty sure.”

“I’m upstanding! I have morals. I have principles. Principles, Barold,” Taako rests his hand on his forehead melodramatically. Truly he deserves a Fantasy Emmy for such a performance. If he’s lucky, he could Fantasy EGOT by Candlenights.

He looks back at three sets of eyes staring, unblinking at him. “You all don’t think I have scruples? I’m obscenely scruped.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you today?” Kravitz says in place of answering Taako’s question trap.

“Now I’m absolutely going to stuff the ballot. I made up a really nice gift basket for the winner and I made it too good because I want it all,” Taako admits, tossing a plastic spider in Barry’s direction.

“I was also going to stuff the ballot,” Lup acknowledges.

“I’d expect nothing less from the two of you.” Barry works at untangling a terribly balled up string of lights.

“Am I privy to knowing your costume?” Kravitz asks one day as Taako pours over his notebook, scribbling furiously. He’d already seen Taako shoving a large bag from Fantasy Michael’s into the hall closet before being ordered to not open the closet “even if the house was on fire” a few days prior.

“Absolutely not, it’s so brilliant and since it’s every man for himself this year, I won’t be thwarted by you, babe.”

“And here I was hoping you’d want to fraternize with the enemy.”

Taako grins like a kid who’s discovered which houses give out the full-sized candy bars on Halloween night. “I always want to fraternize with you. They’re gonna have to invent a new word for what I like to do with the enemy.”

“Gods, you big romantic you.”

Lup looks in the mirror and grins, mussing her wig up a little. She can feel the pin curls under the wig cap shifting but she hopes they’ll hold throughout most of the party; the wig is vital to her whole look, natch. She pulls the robe on before very carefully placing the jacket on top and making sure the robe sleeves spill out of the jacket sleeves perfectly.

“Well, aren’t you a blast from the past?” Barry chuckles as he moves to stand behind Lup. He folds the cuffs of his coat to expose the interior stripes. In one of his pockets, a stashed spatula; a wand is housed in another pocket.

Lup turns around and widens her eyes. “I think you and I are geniuses.”

“He’s gonna have an aneurysm.”

“Oh most definitely,” she acknowledges solemnly. “But at least we don’t have to wear big ol’ hats.”

“Yeah, the only way I was going along with this was if I could swing being hatless,” Barry says firmly, even though he briefly considered donning a chef’s hat. Ultimately he decided it wasn’t worth running the risk of being compared to the dude from Ratatouille.

Lup does a little dance when she hears the doorbell ring; now the party can really begin.

“What the fuck is this?” Taako demands as he emerges from the kitchen with some ghoulish-looking treats. He counts no fewer than five hats that look a little more than familiar.

“Halloween party,” Magnus supplies, adjusting his mongoose mask as he scoops himself some spooky purple punch.

“Yeah, no, I know there’s a Halloween party going on, I just wanna know why the fuck you’re all wearing my fucking clothes!”

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, I’m Leeman Kessler!” Merle exclaims.

“Justin, actually,” Magnus corrects.

“Yeah, what he said.” Merle nods and plucks a mummy dog off the table.

“And I’m obviously Tuff Greg,” Angus says as he scrounges around the bowl of candy set out on the table; sure enough, he’s dressed in a nondescript set of coveralls.

“I see, I see, I stab myself an inordinate number of times making shiny tendrils and sewing them to this hat so I could be a very cool, very avant-garde portrayal of Fisher, meanwhile Dav gets to just walk around in a rash guard and sunglasses and Luce gets to wear an admittedly very cute skirt and we’re calling these costumes? Where’s the dedication? Where’s the time-commitment?”

“It’s about the accuracy, I think,” Lucretia offers as she plucks a piece of lint of her skirt.

“And the whimsy,” Davenport adds.

“That’s true, you can’t forget about the whimsy,” Barry says solemnly. Lup looks to the hallway behind Taako and nods.

“Far be it from me to suppress whimsy,” Taako says drily. “At least Krav would never do me so dirty.”

“Hey thug, what’s your name? I’m about to tentacle your dick!” An affected voice from behind Taako yells, eliciting hoots from the rest of the party.

Taako whirls around and gets an eyeful of Kravitz in a cinnamon-colored null suit; he’s also managed to shove a hat inside the helmet and looks entirely too pleased about it.

“I want a divorce.”

“I don’t think we need to put this to a vote, yeah?” Lup says and receives whoops in response.

“How did you even get that?”

Kravitz shrugs. “I know a guy.”

“Nerdface owes you a favor.”

“Yeah, that too. Turns out not killing him worked out pretty well for me.”

Taako clicks his tongue quietly. “You’re lucky there’s a child here otherwise I would so put you on blast, my love.” He smiles saccharinely at Kravitz who manages to blush redder than the null suit. “You’re all terrible and don’t appreciate my genius, that’s fine.”

“I’d argue we appreciate you too much since we’re all dressed like you,” Lup counters.

Taako rolls his eyes fondly. “You all wish you could have one iota of my style. Also I’m suing each and every single one of you for copyright infringement. And I’m taking the gift basket for myself.”

#taz balance #taakitz #blupjeans #reese writes #wahoo halloween wars sequel be upon you #is this a little silly? yeah but also get whimsyed #also thank you larissa + make place server as inspiration for this lskjdflsd

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«What the fuck am I?»

[You aren't Harry are you?]

«no... I'm Mer Osborn.»

[Are you really Mer Osborn?]

«shouldn't I be asking you that?»

[What if I told you that everything you know about yourself is a lie? What if I told you you're looking in the wrong place for your dad?]

«It'd make sense, I only have one other variant and she's fairly normal... For a bounty hunter obsessed with Patrick. My dad's gotta be Peter though, Especially If he's the Spider-Man that existed before me, it only makes sense.»

[does it though? You weren't born with your abilities like noah]

«Then where the hell should I be looking?! You aren't helping by dangling it in front of me.»

[You can do it on your own. Your silly human brain can come up with something. I thought his identity was quite obvious.]

«Don't fuck with me norm. I've had a very long day of my brain being fucked with and I ain't in the mood for anymore crap. I'm on a very thin line between cutting a few throats and refraining from doing so.»

[What're you going to do? Wipe my data? Reboot me again? Pose as a man that you'll never live up to?. Look at you, living in a tiny space with a mentally ill variant of harry and a man who wishes he was a goblin. You aren't living up to your potential and you know that. Patchwork spider? Goblin spider? War goblin? All asinine when applied to filth like you.]

«GIVE ME THE INFORMATION ON MY DAD GOD DAMN IT!»

[Fine. You're Harry's son, not Nadia's or Peter's.]

«YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR!»

*candy wrappers can be heard crinkling in the background*

«TELL ME WHO HE IS OR IM WRECKING YOUR PRECIOUS ANDROID BODY WITH CANDY AND SHOVING IT STRAIGHT INTO YOUR GEARS!»

[ooh harsh. Too bad I'm telling the truth. You can't handle that your precious 'uncle Harry' let you be experimented on by his sister, can you?]

«If he's my biological parent, then how the hell did I end up with goblin serum attached to my DNA like mu- I mean Nadia?»

[You're so stupid. He had it attached to his DNA. Your real mum had it in her system too. Everyone attached to or married into the osborn family took the serum to gain powers during the war. How do you think we won.]

«who gave birth to me then?»

[Mary Jane Parker. Palmed you off on to Harry when she started dating one of the Parker professor's.]

«this doesn't sound right to me. I think you're lying to me to stop me from digging into why I'm the way I am.»

[The truth hurts.]

«The 'truth' doesn't make sense. Where's the files? The birth certificate? Where's solid proof?»

[it was all wiped so you couldn't go sniffing around. I only know because I've been with the osborn's for generations.]

«i still think you're manipulating me.»

[Here's an idea, love. Take a leaf out of that Atticus boy's book and go shove your head in a collider to see your variants... If you have any.]

«THAT'S IT I'VE HAD ENOUGH CUNT!»

*Scraping of metal and electricity can be heard before a smash occurs.*

[End of log]

#the life of mer taylor #mer osborn #spidersona #oc rp #oc post

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sp0-t · 10 months

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•.⦿ FORCED CLOSE PROXIMITY ⦿.•

MIGUEL O’HARA X gn!READER

SUMMARY ⦿.•

GENRE ⦿.•

fluff w/ bit of angst

WARNINGS ⦿.•

none!

(this is a non-smut version)

Day 6, you had caught up with some spider-people, specifically Hobie and Miles. You had already known Hobie, due to his longer presence at hq. Still the younger boy, miles, intrigued you. He had come far for his young age, and short year being spider-man.

You three were simply talking, just chatting, however it was cut short when an alert from your watch caught your attention. You look down, gazing upon the bright light.

O’Hara: Report, now.

seen 1 min

You knew he was serious with the “now” added at the end. Staring at it for a bit too long, racking in your brain why this man would now want to talk to you. After six damn days he finally wants to confront you. At least, that’s what half of you was thinking, the other half was wondering if he would finally tell you everything. What had caused him to go quiet for so long.

“Everything alright there?”

Hobie looked at you with confusion in in his eyes. Finally peeling your eyes away from your wrist, you look at Hobie and Miles.

“Yeah, uh I gotta go. I’ll talk to you guys later.”

You walked off and waved them a goodbye, giving them a smile. You were overthinking the whole walk to Miguel’s “office”. Many things were running through your mind, so many, that you hadn’t realized you were already in front of the door. Letting out a breath, you twist the handle and push the door open.

“Finally, I swear you like to waste my time.”

Of course, of course he had an attitude. Of course he didn’t know that you had been worried sick for him over the past 6 days. No, stubborn Miguel, always had to act high and mighty on his platform.

“Are you serious?”

The look of confusion that Miguel gave you was almost laughable.

“What, did I say something that gave you the idea I wasn-”

“6. Days. It’s been 6 days before you’ve even acknowledged me. Now here I am, standing in front of you hoping, begging you’re finally going to tell me what’s wrong. But instead I get an insult!”

An exasperated laugh leaves your mouth, it’s almost amusing really. How you thought he would tell you something, anything, about what was keeping him quiet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He crosses his arms over the other and looks to the side with a little scowl on his face. You sling your web, attaching to his platform, tossing your body onto the platform only mere inches from his own.

“You have some nerve you know that O’Hara.”

Jabbing your finger into his chest forcefully

“Last I checked you liked that about me~”

“Yeah, well last I checked you weren’t avoiding me.”

“I-”

He stopped himself before he could finish.

“-have to go.”

He started to walk off the platform until his watch went off. It was blaring, so loud you had to cover your ears to try and muffle the sounds.

“What the hell is going on!”

“Lyla! What’s happening?!”

No reply was ever heard.

“Damnit!”

He pounded his first on the force field. Trying to claw his way through it, doing anything to get out.

“You already know that’s not going to work, you’re the one who designed these things to be impenetrable. As much as you hate it, you’re stuck with me.”

He let out a heavy sigh accepting somewhat of a defeat.

“I don’t hate you, I could never.”

He looks up at you with sorrow and regret in his eyes. You could already smell the apology that wanted, so desperately, to roll off his tongue and come out between his lips.

“Then explain to me why.”

“Because… I realized something about me, something I didn’t want to admit to you or myself.”

“Miguel, I have know you for so long, and no matter what you tell me. You will always have me by your side.”

“I love you…”

“Why are you crying?”

You let out a little chuckle, him pulling you even closer as he sniffled.

“I’m not, you are!”

“Yeah, I finally got to hear those words.”

“I haven’t heard you say it.”

Both of you looked deep into each others eyes, bodies still close, and your hands still on his face.

“I love you Miguel O’Hara.”

That’s all it took for his hands to softly grab your face and kiss you, those three words that could so effortlessly make Miguel O’Hara bend to your will.

“Ugh Finally!”

A voice came from out of nowhere, you pulled away, much to Miguel’s dismay. A slight pout forming on his features when you did. You both looked around to find a small Lyla hologram.

“Took you slow pokes long enough.”

With a snap of Lyla’s fingers the force field was down

“You did this?”

You looked at her a bit puzzled

“Well, we might have had a little “malfunction”

Miguel’s fingers were pinching at his nose bridge

“I swear, I’ll rewire you into a mindless bot.”

“Hey! I did you a favor.”

You thanked Lyla, and grabbed Miguel’s hand.

“See, at least someone appreciates my hard work!”

He scowled looking at Lyla, but when he turned his attention towards you, he was soft, gentle, and so in love.

“Come on, we have some talking to do.”