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urrockstar-xe · 1 year

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got your back - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 16th, 2023 2:13 pm

anon asked: HII for your summer lovin requests how about prompt 9 “don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” and 14 “i’m personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date” with JJ maybank with an enemies to lovers arc🤭 (fem!reader please!) thank you so much 🫶

9:“I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” | 14“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date”

picked gorgeous bc i thought it fit :))

this is my first writing enemies to lovers so i'm so sry if it's not that great but i tried and it's kinda cute imo lmfao, it's also Not at ALL canon. i hope you enjoy, ty for requesting *heart* (it glitches out whenever i put an actual heart) - xx

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“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date” You glared at JJ as he spoke, earning a wink in return before you looked back at John B.

“You’re working the event so I’m the fake date,” John B explained, though no explanation was needed.

“We really have to do all of this? Can’t Sarah just hang with us tomorrow? It’s not like we have all summer or anything” Kie teased. Sarah had this kook party with a bunch of adults and fancy alcohol and appetizers that she really did not want to attend, and because John B had to save the damsel in distress, he devised a plan to whisk her away into the night.

“Hey, why aren’t you going?” Pope asked, looking at Kiara. “My parents have to sort out something for the restaurant tonight”

“Meaning, Kiara is our getaway driver” John B smiled, confident in his planning abilities. Pope looked back at John B, “Heyward’s not working this event, what do I do?” John B then looked at JJ, hoping he’d come up with something on the spot. You sighed as Kie stood up.

“You could just chill in the Twinkie with me while we wait or something?” She shrugged, John B clapped his hands together, “Yes that’s perfect!”

“Alright, guess that’s what I’m doing then,”

“Great! We’re all ready then?” John B asked, backing up as he looked at his friends. “Yeah, Jb you can come get ready at mine,” You said, almost missing the look of distaste on JJ’s face as you spoke, John B nodded in response. “See you all there then?” Everyone agreed, settling on this unnecessary plan.

Two hours had passed before you finally made it to the Cameron residence, you and John B spotted Sarah almost immediately, she was helping her sister with something. You tried to stay tuned in to what John B was explaining but you were sidetracked, looking for JJ among the group of kooks. Once you spot him you sighed, almost with relief? No, JJ was reckless and kooks were scary. You were just glad to know he’d be on your side if any of Topper’s friends managed to corner you. At least you had hoped he would be on your side, sure you bickered a lot but you were pogues and when it came to a kook, you’d have each other’s backs.

You watched as he charismatically smiled and laughed at any of the dumb jokes made by the older kooks there, no doubt hoping to earn a few tips before you all had to make your exit. His hair slightly bounced whenever he moved and his skin looked pretty with the orange and yellow hue thanks to the sunset, he looked pretty all fancied up.

You jumped at the sound of John B’s voice snapping you out of whatever trance you were just in, you felt his hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” you looked up at your friend, nodding in response. He nodded with you, looking over your face as if to check if you were lying before he held up a small folded piece of paper. “I’m gonna go get this to JJ, you stay here or mingle or whatever, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes.” He explained, not giving you much time to answer before he walked away.

Looking back in the direction of JJ you saw him already looking at you, he winked at you before he downed one of the cups on his tray and continued his best act yet. You scoffed, not being able to help the smile on your face.

You watched as John B tried to be stealthy, giving the note to JJ before turning in your direction and motioning behind him, implying he was going to the Twinkie. You raised your hands in a “what do you mean?” motion as a response and got a shrug in return before John B turned and made his way out of sight, leaving you alone.

You sighed and attempted to look for Sarah among the people there, hoping you could make the escape with her. You found her not too long into searching, she was talking to JJ, well She was talking, JJ was just handing her the note and then almost dancing away.

Before you could get to her she was already gone, following the direction you had just watched Jb leave in. “fuck” you muttered to yourself, hands falling to your sides in defeat as you examined the crowd once more for the familiar blonde.

You watched as he walked inside, assuming he was trying to leave without getting interrupted by anyone wanting a fresh drink. This was your last chance to not have to worry about finding the Twinkie on your own so you practically ran trying to catch up to him.

Hearing the voice of Rafe stopped you dead in your tracks, and the way JJ responded meant Rafe was intentionally starting shit, but that of course didn’t surprise you.

The situation was obviously escalating so, taking a breath in, you began walking again, straight into the lion's den. “Hey,” the sound of your voice caught JJ’s attention first, he was currently pinned against the wall thanks to the oldest Cameron sibling being on a power trip. JJ’s busted lip was clear as day from where you stood, finally, Rafe turned to you absolutely fuming.

“Fuck are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms over your chest hoping it didn’t look like you were shielding yourself from him before responding. “Don’t you have something better to do than pick on a teenage boy?” Your tone was harsh and mean, exactly how you wanted it to sound.

JJ’s eyes flicked between you and Rafe for a minute before Rafe let him go, his eyes not leaving yours as he did so. JJ looked back at you, not missing the way your harsh demeanor faltered ever so slightly once Rafe was no longer preoccupied with JJ. “C’mon, J, they’re waiting for us” Your eyes remained locked on Rafe as you spoke, JJ nodded, “Good talk, man,” he said, making his way to your side before you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out of there.

Your hands were still interlocked when you made it far away from the house enough to yell at him. “What the fuck was that about JJ?” he shrugged, “you know how Rafe gets, he needed a punching bag” “How come that punching bag always ends up being you?” “Must have a crush on me or somethin’” he joked, a smile covering his lips. You scoffed.

“Did you at least get one good hit in?” his smile grew bigger at the question, “oh yeah, nice big ol’ bruise will be on his jaw within an hour” You smiled at this, rolling your eyes and shifting your gaze behind the boy instead of on him. “Worried about me, mama?” his tone was teasing. “You get murdered on my watch I’ll be cast out of the friend group,” you teased back, not missing the way he stepped closer to you, only inches away from your face now.

He nodded, “damn, tell me how you really feel, Y/n/n” You grinned back. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel”

JJ laughed in response, your face softened before you spoke again, “Seriously, try to steer clear of Rafe Cameron for a little while”

“So you are worried about me” you rolled your eyes, “if that’ll make you listen, yes, I am worried about you” JJ smirked in a way he only does when he’s up to something, eliciting a sigh from you. “I’ll listen even better if you let me take you out sometime?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, studying his face to make sure he wasn’t fucking with you. The way his face softened the same as yours had a few seconds ago confirmed he was genuinely trying to ask you out.

“For real?” You ask, he nodded eagerly, his smile returning. You smiled back, nodding your head “Okay, you can take me out,” JJ fist-bumped the air, you laughed.

“C’mon, everyone is waiting at the Twinkie”

“John B is not gonna believe that you actually said yes,”

“I can’t believe I actually said yes,” you joked, getting a laugh in response as JJ threw his arm around your shoulder.

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aliorsboxostuff · 10 months

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BROO YOUR MIGUEL X MALE READER FICS ARE SO AAAAGHDHFBSJJFM GOT ME GIGGLIN N SHIT

Can i req for a fic where miguel is wounded and reader has to patch him up? idrc if its smut or fluff either way im eating it

IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR PATCHING UP FICS AHHHH ty anon i’m writing this to be a very soft and fluffy fic, a bit short and a bit of angst sprinkled here but just nice stuff for our big softie Miguel <3

The Wounded

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Miguel O’hara x gn!reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is a sunshine, Soft!Miguel, Established relationship, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts

Another day of being Spiderman leads to another wound that's a bit too hard for the healing factor to take care of. Luckily, Miguel lets you take care of his wounds

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Being Spiderman requires an understanding of basic procedures. Including knowing what to do when you run out of web fluids and are falling between buildings, or when you're healing factor just doesn't work fast enough.

You were looking into improving your web shooters, deep in your part of the lab, stacks of books and tech strewn about, when your wrist suddenly beeps. The sound snaps you out of your focus trance and you quickly pull it up to display the hologram.

Lyla pops up, you can see anxiety behind her tinted glasses. “Hey cutie, sorry to interrupt your work hours but uh…” She glitches. “I think you might wanna check on Miguel,”

“What? What's wrong with him?” You were already clicking back the shooter you were examining and standing from your seat, making your way to the exit doors.

“Today’s mission went a bit… Messy. Infirmary is packed full right now and he’s resisting the help-”

“Can you send him to our room instead?”

“Already on it,” She nods, and a screen appears in front of her. “He’s stable right now, but he’d appreciate the help, especially on the stomach wound,”

“Shit…” You muttered before flicking your wrist which makes the Lyla disappears. You quickly leap off of the walkway, swinging above the other Spider-people. As you shoot out another web, you swing past the doors to the infirmary, seeing Spider-people going in and out of the room. Your stomach drops. Knowing Miguel, he would've sent the others to treat their injuries there while he excuses himself, always with his excuses. His own ego doesn't let him be seen as weak in front of others, and you're the only exception.

After swinging past more walkways, you finally made your way to Miguel's office, quickly running into the side room where you and Miguel rest.

“Miguel?” You knocked twice on the door, hearing a low groan from him. “I’m coming in,”

You push the door to Miguel on the floor, supporting his upper body on the edge of the bed. Your eyes widen, quickly moving to his side, dropping to the floor next to him. Your hands cup his jaws, turning him towards you. “Miguel? Hey, it’s me, hey,”

His breath is labored, eyes flashing as he blinks rapidly before he finally registers your appearance when he glances at you. Miguel growls, holding one side while his other arm claws at the sheets. “You dont… need to help…”

“Yes I fucking do.” You stare him down before slowly bringing your hands to remove the one holding at his side. It reveals a long cut, from his hip to his middle, dangerously close to his stomach. If whoever attacked him angled their weapon just right, it would’ve struck his- “Okay, alright let’s get you on the bed,”

With your super strength, moving Miguel to lie down on the bed wasn't a hassle. Miguel grunts as he’s set on the bed, still holding at the gaping wound. You quickly run into the ensuite bathroom, grab the emergency kit from the cabinet and run right back, dropping down beside you’re groaning boyfriend. Opening the case, it has the necessary supplies you need. You swiftly pull off your mask and gloves, coaxing Miguel to remove his hands.

“Lyla disable the top part of Miguel’s suit.” The suit glitches away. The cut doesn't seem too deep to penetrate fat, therefore it won't need stitches, but a hand full of butterfly plasters and a good wrap of bandages. You pull and bundle up the blanket, pushing it beneath Miguel's hand.

“Hold this babe, I’m going to get a wet towel,” Miguel nods.

You quickly run into the bathroom again, grabbing the two towels that were hung and running them under the tap, making sure they're soaked. You twist them, enough to get excess water out and run straight back to your boyfriend. Carefully, you remove the blanket and his hand, before beginning to clean the cut, patting around it with the damp towel. Miguel hisses, biting down on his fist, which worries you.

“Here, don't hurt yourself,” You try a small smile, relief to see Miguel’s eye roll as a response. You hand him one of the pillows so he doesn't inject himself with his paralyzing venom. Once you are he’s safe, you continue your cleaning. The towel has been successfully covered in blood, but the cut is now clean and oozing fresh blood instead. You quickly grab a pair of tweezers and a ball of cotton, putting enough Betadine to coat the ball before pressing it against the edges of the wound.

Miguel growls on top of you, arching his back which pushes him to recline his head, his claws dig into the mattress, no doubt his fangs have punctured the pillow. You deflate, knowing how much it’s hurting him. “I know, I’m sorry, but it’ll be done soon Miguel,”

You can already see the sweat forming on his temple when you're finally done addressing the cut with betadine. You throw the cotton balls away, looking into the box for butterfly bandaids. Spotting them, you pull enough out and also a couple of rolls of bandages. You place the bandaids in a row, making sure they're secured around the wound, closing the gaps before it could make a larger gash. Once the band-aids are placed, you sit back on your haunches, satisfied with your work. You dab the blood that escaped before you closed the wound with a clean part of the towel, happy now that the wound is finally clean and closed.

“Okay, it’s done. I’m going to wrap it up now babe, sit up,” You help Miguel to lean against you, his head on your shoulder so your hands are free to wrap the bandages around his middle. He groans, burying himself in the crook of your neck, the pillow thrown somewhere in the room.

Steadily, you begin wrapping the bandage around him, making sure it isn't too tight or too loose. The first few layers were stained with blood residue until the bandage was wrapped thick enough to show nothing. Cutting the end of the bandage with the scissors provided, you tie it up snugly before carefully moving Miguel to lean on the headboard, a propped-up pillow to support his back.

“There. Not too tight right?” He shakes his head, winching a bit. Your brows crease. You stand, grabbing the stray mug on the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, and filling the mug with water. You come back and hand the cup to Miguel, before popping a couple pills of painkillers on your palm and pushing it to your boyfriend. He eyes them skeptically. “I know the super healing will take care of most of it, but that’ll help. Drink.”

Miguel huffs, taking the pills and gulping them down with water. He set the mug aside, refusing to meet your eyes. You sigh, slowly taking his hand to entwine with yours, brushing his bruised knuckles. “Can I see the other ones, Miguel?”

“I’ll be fine, the others will heal,”

You sigh, tracing circles on his knuckles. His eyes are far away, staring out into Nueva York from the room's large windows. The sun has started to set, flooding the room with a hue of orange and hints of violet. Miguel refuses to meet you, knowing your eyes will be filled with worry and guilt, knowing you weren't there for Miguel in his mission. Miguel was the one who insisted that for you to stay in the HC, working on your latest upgrade, but he knew how dangerous today's mission was supposed to be, and he couldn't see you get hurt the way he did.

Miguel softly grasps your hand, tightening your loose hold. Your eyes widen, raising your head to meet his eyes, gleaming in the burning sky. His usual stoic profile fades into something softer, something more sincere. He brings your hand towards him, effectively pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed, and places a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

“Thank you,” He manages, shakily. “For patching me up,”

You smile, and a relieved sigh follows as you scoot closer to him. Your free hand cups his jaw slowly as you lean closer. His lips brush yours. Miguel sighs, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, and you obliged. Your hand brushes the curls behind his head, smiling at the feeling of your boyfriend surviving another day of being Spiderman. When you two pull back, you stay closer by pressing your crown against his, panting from the kiss, but relief nonetheless. You grin, feeling your boyfriend's warm breath, before stealing another short peck. “I’m going to get you food,”

With that, Miguel sighs but nods, letting your hand go. You smile fondly, getting up to leave the room and get your boyfriend something to help his healing factor.

Requests are opened!

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ashs-pastas · 11 months

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Hello! I didn't see any posts of hc on ur page so I suppose I'm the first request! It'll probs be a long one bc, Yandere AU and they're NSFW and SFW. So just... don't yell at me.

These are all Yandere AU versions so... they're all Yanderes.

- Jeff, Candypop, Masky and Hoodie NSFW alphabet and maybe 1 or 2 SFW hc?

- Jason the Toymaker | Random NSFW and SFW headcanons!!!1!!1!

Take your time of course, darling! And if you ever want more requests, just DM me if you'd like!

Yandere Jeff the Killer, Candy Pop, Hoodie & Masky nsfw alphabet [A-E] With some sfw headcannons

[someone laugh at the first pic with me pls]

I would never yell at you :’-) I have always wanted to try writing these!! I did a few because when I make a post too long my tumblr glitches grrr. Also I don’t know much about Jason the Toy maker so I will read up on him tonigjt and do those tomorrow :-) also please feel free to send more!!! also does Candy Pop have a canon name?? I’ve tried to find it but i might be dumb

Jeff the Killer nsfw alphabet

A is for Aftercare -

Jeff is not the best with aftercare… his first response isn’t to get up and clean up or anything but he loves to hold you tight afterwards. He will absolutely not let you get up for whatever reason. He likes pillow talk in a way. He doesn’t really talk much but he likes to hear you talk about whatever comes to mind. You could be talking about anything and he will just nod along and listen attentively

B is for Body part

His favorite body part on himself would be his smile of course. He also loves his arms. He’s pretty proud of the muscle that he has and loves to flex for you. He thinks he’s an absolute beauty and loves everything about himself though.

His favorite body part on his s/o is most likely their hair. It doesn’t matter whether it’s short or long, curly or straight, dyed or natural. He loves all the ways you style it and loves to play with it. It’s also something that he loves to grab on and pull on during sex. He has a thing for pulling on your hair and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

B is for Bondage

I actually don’t think Jeff is a big fan of tying you down because I think he would rather pin you down himself. He likes to show you how much stronger he is then you. He likes the fear in your eyes when you realize you can’t fight him off. The only bondage I can see him being into is gagging you if you are whining too much. He also ties you down when he leaves because he wouldn’t want his darling escaping

C is for Cum

Jeff is a nasty nasty man and he loves to cum pretty much all over you. He especially loves to cum on your face or chest. Seeing you covered in his seed makes his possessive side so happy.

D is for Dick size

Jeff is probably a good 5 and a half inches but THICK. He absolutely knows how to use it too.

D is for Dom

This may be controversial but I have seen a lot of sub Jeff headcannons and I can not picture that. Jeff is a mean dom 24/7. He is very selfish with his pleasure and he loves to be in control of your pain and pleasure. He is very demanding and expects you to submit to him at all times.

E is for Experience

I can see Jeff having had a few flings but they meant nothing to him and it was just when he was very horny and looking to get his dick sucked. With how selfish he has been with his own pleasure I think you would have to gently teach him how to please you. He would be very cocky and pretend he is a sex god though but he would actually take your advice. ( he would never say that aloud but he wants to be able to make your legs shake and have you screaming his name)

sfw headcannons

- Jeff is the type of guy to talk to you after you fall asleep. Usually quietly muttering about how he “fucking loves you” and he would “kill anyone for you”

- Jeff is not the sweetest guy but if he ever see’s that you haven’t ate much then he will get you your favorite foods and snacks even if he doesn’t like them

- He loves when you brush his hair. It’s often tangled and messy and he loves when you do it for him

Candy Pop nsfw alphabet

A is for Aftercare

Candy Pop is actually decent at aftercare. He would clean you up afterwards, often lingering on spots you are especially sore and cuddle up to you. Sex with Candy Pop is often tiring with how many rounds he likes to go so you would usually drift off to sleep in his arms.

B is for Body part

Candy Pop has a hard time picking a favorite body part on himself because he loves himself but he would say his hair. He loves how long and soft it is and he would encourage you to pull on it during sex or if he was going down on you.

Candy Pop’s favorite body part on you would be your chest. It doesn’t matter what gender you are or the size but he will constantly be groping and leaving marks all over your chest. He likes to gift you outfits that show off your chest so he has more reason to stare and touch you.

B is for Bondage

Candy Pop’s is into everything and bondage is one of his favorites. He loves tying down his sweet darling so they are unable to move and touching them all over and overstimulating them as much as possible. He would also love to be on the receiving end and be tied down by his darling as long as he could trust them not to pull any tricks on him.

C is for Cum

Candy Pop loves to cum everywhere he can. His favorite places to cum would be deep inside of you or in your mouth, and he expects you to swallow all of it because, “Good babies are grateful for treats.” Make sure you don’t waste a drop. He also loves when you cum inside of his mouth and on his face. He will happily lick up all of your sweet juices. He is addicted to your taste and will want to make you cum again so he can taste more of you.

D is for Dick size

Candy Pop is very long at 7 inches. He’s not the thickest but so long that he hits all of your sweet spots that have you seeing stars easily.

D is for Dom

Candy Pop is a major switch. He can easily go from being a bratty sub and mouthing off to a pleasure dom wanting to do their best to have you cumming over and over. Either way they will always be focused on pleasing you first.

E is for Experience

Candy Pop is very experienced and loves to show it off. He knows all the tricks and will abuse it to the max. He is very observant and will know exactly what you like and don’t like. He is also very good at guessing what kinks people have so don’t expect to be able to hide anything from him. Nothing is too wild for him, he just wants to try your favorite things out with you!

sfw headcannons

- Candypop loves to have spa nights with you. He is always willing to do all the work for you. He’ll put products in your hair and do face masks with you. ( kind of weird but if you like to shave, he will always offer to do it for you. and he will be very gentle )

- He loves to give you massages!! Very good at them too he might be a secret masseuse because he always finds where you’re sore and rubs the knots out

- If you like to do makeup he will BEG you to do his. It doesn’t matter if you are a pro or not very skilled, he will love the look no matter what

- He also strikes me as the type to really like wearing matching outfits (not completely but color coordinated and such)

Hoodie nsfw alphabet

A is for Aftercare

Brian is a great guy when it comes to aftercare. He will get you whatever you ask for. If you don’t want to move he will gently clean you up with a towel. If you want a bath he will run you one with lots of bubbles. He will inspect your body and apologize and kiss any marks he left behind.

B is for Body part

Brian isn’t the most confident but he likes his hands. He thinks they are very strong and he knows he can use them in multiple ways ;)

Brian’s favorite body part on you would be your lips. He’s always starring at them and thinking about how soft and plump they are. He absolutely loves kissing you and he likes when they are red and swollen after a makeout sesh.

B is for Bondage

I can see Brian being averagely interested in bondage but he likes to tie you down with softer materials like silk. But if you’ve been bad then he can always handcuff you. He does sometimes like to use your belt around your neck as a makeshift leash/collar, He loves tugging on it while he’s fucking you from behind.

C is for Cum

He can be a bit more shy and likes to pull out and cum on your stomach or back. He will not vocalize it but he would lose his mind if when he cums in your mouth you would swallow and open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show him that you swallowed all of his seed. He would instantly be hard again.

D is for Dick size

I think Brian is just short of 6 inches and pretty insecure about it. He’s very girthy though and fills you up perfectly.

D is for Dom

I can see Brian being a switch but like 90% dom and 10% sub. But I think if he was subbing and you teased him too much or were going too slow for his liking he would take back control by flipping you over and reminding you why he’s in charge.

E is for Experience

This is a hard one tbh. He’s probably had a few sexual encounters but nothing that went past second base. He would be very nervous your first few times but would quickly learn what you like.

sfw headcannons

- From the moment you started dating he will secretly be planning your wedding

- Also keeps notes of random things you like and don’t like

- The type to kiss any “ouchies” you might have got (i’m cringing at my own word choice but for some reason I can see him using it)

- He brings you flowers at LEAST once a week and they are always your favorite

Masky nsfw alphabet

A is for Aftercare

Also decent at aftercare. Will help clean you up and make you drink water. Also feels bad if he sees how rough he was and you are walking funny. He will carry you around.

B is for Body part

He loves his hair and is pretty happy with soft and fluffy it can get. He takes good care of it and can get annoyed if he’s having a bad hair day. If you compliment it or play with his hair, his ego will grow.

He loves your neck/throat. He just loves how soft and sensitive you can be when he kisses it or leaves marks. Your neck is always covered in love bites and he knows exactly where your sweet spot is.

B is for Bondage

Tim is a very big bondage fan. He likes a lot of the complex knots and such. As punishment he likes to tie you up in strange way that often leave you sore and bruised. I don’t know if this counts as bondage but he would love to get a sex swing, he thinks both you and him would enjoy it very much ;) He is not ALWAYS intentionally rough but he does feel a bit smug when he sees the rope burn marks the night after.

C is for Cum

Another nasty man. Will cum wherever he pleases. He likes to cum on your chest and face a lot. He likes the look of surprise when he pulls out of mouth and shoots his load all over your face. He likes to cum inside of you, only to make you walk around without panties so he can see his cum dripping down your legs.

D is for Dick size

A little under 6 inches but will brag about his massive cock constantly. Unfortunately you can not deny it because he is pretty big. Not the thickest but also not thin either.

D is for Dom

Tim is 100% a dom. You could not make this man sub if you tried. He would laugh in your face and edge you. I can see him having a lot of control issues and having an obedient little darling would make him very happy. Although if you were to ever act out… he would make sure there would not be a second time.

E is for Experience

Averagely experienced but never really played around kinks and fetishes until he met you. Unlike Jeff I think he would be very cocky but has the qualifications to back it up.

sfw headcannons

- He likes to participate in your favorite hobbies/activities with you. He might complain a little but he can’t hide his smile at seeing you happy and in your element

- Tim cannot cook but he will “help” when you are cooking. By doing the easy things such as chopping and preheating the oven lol

- The type to bring you stuffed animals. He will leave them in your room for you to find and deny it was him but you obviously know it was him

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 10 months

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Hii!! Thank you for writing my shy teen writer request! I wanted to ask for a sequel for that fic, where there was an accident which managed to send the characters back in their world. The reader thought that the bsd cast were back to normal (non self aware) but they were wrong. After that happened the bsd cast tried to open the portal again but it took a few years for the portal to open again. When they were able to go back to the real world the reader was already 17 years old (14 when they 1st met) and they had published more books throughout the years. Some of them became a best seller and reader was finally known as a professional writer at the young age of 17. Now their parents want them back for the money and tries to guilt trip them. Reader leaves some habits of the bsd casts in their books like an Easter egg. They also were able to become more open with people and make friends. I'm just wondering how the bsd characters would be proud of the reader lmao

Srry if it's too long and ty for writing my request, I love your fics! ❤️❤️

Hello! I am so glad, that you liked, how I do your request.

Here you go, second part. I hope, you like it. Hope, you are having a great day!

Reunion

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x Teen! Reader

Description: Because of an accident, BSD gang is back to their world. You are sure, that they have lost their self-awareness. You have to move on.

Three years later, your family is finally back to you.

Hurt/Comfort. Reader, miss BSD gang. Reader, become a writer.

Sequel to Your dream matters

Warning: Elements of angst. Gold diggers for Biological Parents. OOC. English is my second language.

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You don't know, what happened. One moment you were having fun with your new family. Celebrating the six-month anniversary of their arrival and your adoption. Celebrating your achievements.

The next moment, the bright light fills the room.

When it fades, your family were gone.

You were searching for them. You called, you cried.

But no one came.

When you check the BSD Mayoi app, you saw, that they were back in the app.

But why they aren't coming back?

Did they lose the self-awareness?

That night, you cried as never before.

You begged them to come back. You begged them not to leave you.

For the next few days, you feel terrible. Thankfully, Alcott and Fitzgerald made sure, that your biological family will never get custody over you again. Besides, thanks to Fitzgerald, you won't have money problems. And that your parents will never touch that money.

You knew, that you can't spend the rest of your life crying about your friends. You need to move forward.

After one week of crying, you open your laptop and start writing.

To honor them. To honor their love. To honor their belief in you, you will be a writer.

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In the BSD world, your family were panicking. The portal glitches and send them back there. And now it can't be turned on. Worse of all, they lost their access to your phone and app. They can't even leave a message for you.

But they can hear you...

Your tears, your pleas.

"G-guys? A-are still there? P-please, answer."

"Work! Start working, you damn portal!" Poe hits portal with his first. Nothing.

"D-did you lost it? H-have you lost self-awarness?"

"No! [Y/N] WE ARE STILL THERE!" Oda was screaming, hoping, that you will hear them.

"Please... Just one message... Guys..."

Fyodor was nervous. He tried to hack the app again. So they can leave a message for you.

Nothing.

They were separated from you.

The work on trying to find the way to you start all over again.

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Three years later

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"So, when will the new book came out?" asked Mary, looking at you with anticipation. "And what the book will be about?"

You chuckled and answer.

"Can't tell. You know pretty well, that I don't like giving spoilers for my books. Even to a friend. Sorry."

Mary pouts. Her brother, Arnold, rolled his eyes and playfully solve her.

"Told you, that [Y/N] won't answer. They value their work and won't spoil it to others."

Mary glared at her brother, but quickly look back at you.

"Fine, keep your secrets. But, I hope, that the detective who liked adding jam to grape pie will be in the book. Or writer, who loves raccoons. Right, Arnold?"

Arnold nodded.

"Yea. But I also would like to see a thief, who liked to hum old songs, and a postman, who cared about orphans. Anyway, want to hang out today?"

Your smile faded for one second, but you quickly compose yourself.

"Sorry, guys, but not today. Today I will be busy."

Siblings nodded in understanding. You are a professional writer, you must be busy with writing a new book.

You say goodbye to your friends and start walking home.

They didn't know, that you won't be busy with writing.

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You have changed for the last few years.

You became seventeen.

You were no longer shy, you had friends. You start going out with them. Not only that, but you could stand for yourself.

And you have become a writer.

Some of your books became bestsellers. And all of your books had good reviews and people liked them.

You became a known writer in seventeen.

Life was quite good.

But today you won't do any writing or fan meeting.

Today you had a special day.

That day, three years ago, your family got back to their world and loose self-awareness.

You moved forward. But you still missed them.

After they got back, you stopped watching and reading BSD. You don't want to see your family been hurt. You didn't read any spoilers. They weren't characters for you anymore. For you, they will always be your family.

You didn't delete BSD Mayoi. It serves as a reminder of your family.

Your books were a way to honor them. You add BSD Cast's habits to your characters.

For Ranpo it was a detective who liked adding jam to grape pie.

For Poe, it was writer, who loves raccoons.

For Fyodor, it was thief, who liked to hum old songs.

For Oda, it was a postman, who cared about orphans.

And so much more.

You miss them. Today you will have a small dinner to honor your lost family. You were preparing for that dinner for the last week.

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Meanwhile, in BSD world

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Three years.

It takes them three years to open the portal again.

Tonight, they will be back to you.

BSD cast were ecstatic. They can't wait to return to you. Their Precious Guiding Light. Their child, siblings, grandchild.

The Cast gather in a Meeting Room. Fyodor Dostoevsky, finally hacks the app and get access to your phone.

They want to see how much has happened while they were away.

They found an interview with you. About been a young writer.

They were so proud of you.

Poe, who was mentoring you three years ago, had tears in his eyes. You achieved your dream.

Oda also has tears in his eyes. He was so glad, that you manage to prove others wrong.

Fyodor, while he wasn't crying, were extremely proud of you.

All of them were proud of you.

They can't wait to tell you about that in person.

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You finally get home. And you didn't like, who you saw on the doorstep.

You glare through the window at two people who were standing at your doorstep. Your biological parents. You can hear them talk. Once again, they were talking about getting a custody over you again.

They wanted to have an access to money, that Fitzgerald has left. And to the money you get from your books.

"[Y/N], dear, we have missed you! Please, let us inside. Let's talk!"

"[Y/N], stop running! We want to have our baby back!"

"[Y/N], you are our flesh and blood, we deserve your gratitude!"

"[Y/N], we are your parents! These people, who took you away from us, don't care about you! Where are they now? Where were they for the last three years?!"

You walked away from the window. You called the police. They took your parents away for been on your private property without permission.

You were left alone with your thoughts. Their words hurt. You tried to hold back tears. You need to prepare dinner for tonight.

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In the evening, you set up a table in the dining room.

Your family favorite food. You were careful with it, it still was packed. There was nothing, that will spoil soon. Tomorrow you will treat your friends. But right now, it is dinner to honor your lost family.

You place your phone on the table and open BSD Mayoi app. You start talking.

"It's been three years, right? O wish you were there. I miss you all so much... What?"

And, once again, the bright light fills the room. The same light, that shined three and the half years ago, when BSD cast appeared in your room.

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They were looking at you. You were looking at them.

All of you were silent. You can't believe it.

And, once again, like three and the half years ago, Ranpo walked forward and smiled.

"Hello, Guiding Light, nice to see you face to face-e-e"

You crashed him in a hug. You were crying. Because of happiness.

"You... I missed you all do much... Family, my family... You are here again. You won't disappear again, right?"

Ranpo, with tears in his eyes, whispered.

"No, [Y/N], we won't. This time, we are here to stay."

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The next hour was full of tears and hugs. They didn't let you be alone for one second. After you finished with one hug, you were quickly pulled into another. After all of you were 'calm', at some extent, Oda place his hand on your shoulders.

"[Y/N], there are something important we must tell you. We are so proud of you, our little writer."

"Odasaku is right, We are so proud of you!" grinned Dazai.

"You manage to capture my intelligence in this character. I am so proud to be an inspiration for him" smile Ranpo, petting your head.

"I am glad, that my lessons come in handy. I am proud of been your teacher" Poe's voice was soft.

"Little Bird, you rocks. I am proud, that you make your dream come true" Nikolai's eyes shined with pride

"I am proud of your success, [Y/N]" Fyodor squeezed your hand.

One by one, your family told you, how proud they were.

You feel, like you were in heaven.

The life was good before. Now it was perfect.

You were a writer. Your dream come true.

You became confident.

You had friends.

And, most importantly, you had your family back.

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Bonus.

"Dad Fitzgerald, Brother Ranpo, Uncle Ango, how came that my bio parents, has lost everything and now charged with stealing and fraud?"

"Um... We don't know, right, Fitzgerald?"

"Yes, Ango, we don't know... Ranpo?"

"No, we don't. Hey, [Y/N], want to play Cluedo?"

"... You know, what, fine. I won't question that. Get the game, Ranpo"

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #bsd anime #platonic

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imdoingsortagay · 9 months

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about ur last post, if Im first i just want sub! intersex! nat and dom! reader. just reader tying nat up and then giving her messy head and then after that riding her (if u dont write intersex characters it can be with a cum filled strap too) 🙏🏻

smut below the cut: Sub!Natasha, Dom!reader ( with powers), brat!Natasha, cum filled straps.

Let me know if you want a part 2

For a trained spy and Avenger, you didn't think that your girlfriend would be caught doing something silly as trying on your straps while you were gone as she was always on alert when you were out of the house.

The day had started with Natasha deciding to brat out, something she rarely does as she always wants to be the best for her Mommy. It was out of character for you too and you gave her the appropriate punishment before leaving for the day to deal with some paperwork for Tony.

" I want you to be a good girl for Mommy Natty," you tell her, grabbing her chin with her hand so she makes eye contact.

" Yeah yeah I get it," she says and rolls her eyes at you.

" I'm going to go finish some paperwork from my last mission and I better have my sweet little princess back or else I won't be nice to you, Natty baby," you say and kiss her on the cheek before going to work.

As the door closes to your shared apartment, Natasha makes a run to your bedroom, feeling excited that she's been left alone to do what she wants.

" What she wants" is looking into your stash of toys to try on the new cum filled strap that you had explicitly ordered for Natasha to use on a special occasion.

" Mommy is going to love this," Natasha tells herself, being extra careful not to damage the box so that she can put it back right before you show up. She had seen you put on straps many times to know what to do, smiling at herself as she does it.

Meanwhile, you were in pure hell finishing these reports for Tony, Wanda keeping you company as she waits for Tony to get done with some little glitches on her Zynthazoid companion.

" How's Natasha doing Anyways? I haven't seen her in a week and I need her to tell me her food recipe I'm making", Wanda says and you cover your hands in your face trying not to remember her attitude from earlier in the morning.

" Being a brat at home," you tell her.

" Yet here you are at work while she's free to be a brat alone at your apartment y/n?" Wanda asks.

" I should be back in about 2 more hours though," you pause," not like she'd risk pissing me off more".

" You need to use that new spell I showed you about," your team members tell you," since I know it'd be a hit for you".

" Why do I feel like you've used this speel before Wanda....." you tell her suspiciously.

" All I'm saying is that it happened before Vision happened and the girl felt amazing".

Using your magic, you finish the reports with the snap of your finger and get the spell from your friend. Natasha was going to have a night to look for.

an hour and a half later

Natasha had looked through all your strap collection but her attention could not get past the new one with the cum reservoir, mind going to nasty thoughts. Failing to hear the door to the apartment open to hear you come in.

“ oh princess I’m home!!!!” You call out, frowning when you aren’t greeted by an obedient Natasha waiting for her mommy like always.

You call your girlfriend again and after a couple of minutes look around the apartment until you make it to your shared bedroom.

“ What are you doing with mommy’s new strap princess?”

Natasha quickly turns around to see you leaning on the door frame, anger written all over your face that she’s discovered your new toy.

“ I’m using your toy mommy,” She proudly proclaims” just like you”.

“ Even after being a brat you still decide to look at what mommy was gonna keep a surprise? Oh, you dumb slut,” and all Natasha do is stay silent as you get closer to her, unsure of what to say that can get her on your good side. Yet one part of her wants to push your buttons.

“ get on the bed you dirty slut,” you order.

“ I wasn’t even touching myself Mommy I was being good-“

“ is my sweet little princess talking back? “

With no time to spare, your girlfriend gets on the bed, feeling a bit afraid of the punishment that you’ll be giving her. She sits patiently on the bed with her back on the bed frame when she feels your magic tie her hands behind her back as you giggle at the sudden movement. Once her hands are comfortably tied, the strap that Natasha had abandoned earlier is back attached to her body comfortably and she wonders whether this is a punishment for her or pleasure.

“Mommy why is the strap on me-”

“ Shut your mouth Natty, let me do my spell, and then I might tell you” she hears you explain, mesmerized as always when you practice or even do magic in front of her. The movement of your hands calms her down a bit while she wonders what you might have planned for her tonight.

“ Can you be a good girl for me princess?” you ask the woman above you, slowly pumping the fake cock when Natasha starts to whine a bit at the feeling. You start to giggle the more speed you pump the strap as all your girlfriend can do is whine and whimper in defeat that she’s tied to the bed with your body holding down her legs.

“ Princess,” you say as you grab her chin,” Mommy used a special spell on you so that you feel me”. Natasha might have superhuman strength compared to you, and easily throw your body off but she loves when you praise her for being a good princess. Natasha has already done so much to piss you off today, not a good idea to add onto your punishment.

“ You are going to be a good girl and sit here while Mommy is going to use you, I think that should be fine right honey? Especially after the stressful day that you caused me to have I think that I deserve that huh ?”

“ Can you do that for me, sweet Princess?”

“ Yes mommy I can” she responds back as you slowly begin to pump the cock.

Natasha doesn’t know what’s coming tonight.

#lizs writing #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #sub!natasha romanoff

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ghostgirl101 · 11 months

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hey, i really like ur writing and idk if ur working on something rn but when you can and if you want to, could you possibly write some ben drowned x reader kissing headcanons? (only if u r comfortable w/ that ofc!) ur literally my favorite writer on this app nd i literally read everything u post lol so even if u don’t do this ty anyway and have a nice day/night and take care of urself!!🩷

Kissing BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: Sure, I'm comfortable with that; this is kind of a whole affection headcanon thing, which I've only just realised now I'm reading it over 🙃 I'm glad you like my writing, hope you enjoy this one, take care of yourself too 😀 Also, should I start making a taglist for my creepypasta posts? If you're interested, let me know.

🎮• So. If you're expecting BEN to be an absolute gentleman who asks for your permission before giving you any form of affection, or is a bit bashful to initiate it...

🎮• Haha. Sorry.

🎮• I mean, he'd never push your boundaries or deliberately make you feel uncomfortable when you guys are being intimate somehow, but he's not gonna be shy about it. That's because it takes a bit of time for him to warm up to the idea of physically coming out of the screen and materializing himself enough for you to hug him and everything safely, without getting electrocuted or whatever.

🎮• Another factor is that after all he's been through, the idea of letting himself be that vulnerable around people is a bit of a daunting one, even if it's you, someone who he's learned to trust and get close to until it gets to this point.

🎮• So, well done to you, for earning the ultimate sign of trust from this maniac virus boy. Chances are that after you hint at wanting to be able to kiss him or something, he's gonna act all teasing and dismissive about it, but what you don't know is that the thought stays in his mind after you've finished up on the computer and gone to bed. He watches you silently from the camera on your open screen (that he's insisted you keep open for him to check in on you) and lets the idea of it grow into a nice, tempting one.

🎮• So get ready for yet another burst of an adrenaline rush as BEN gives you the scare of your life when he comes crawling out of the screen as you wake up in the morning, scattering your desk trinkets and stuff all over the place in the process. BEN has very pale blonde hair in his humanish form, almost white, and even paler skin, with empty black and red eyes, sometimes glitchy... you probably know already. BEN's eyes bleed lightly even when he's not upset, but seem to gush blood when he is. But even with the whole horrifying appearance, somehow, he manages to make himself look handsome. Don't tell him, though, or he'll tease you about it and probably won't ever forget it.

🎮• When you get over the initial shock of him literally just spawning into your room, he stays completely indifferent, if not a bit amused, because isn't this what you wanted? It's not like he bites. Unless you're into that sort of thing.

🎮• BEN is a bit apprehensive at first, because, let's be real, you're his first kiss. His life was twisted into an electronic form when he was really young, and so human touch is almost a completely foreign experience to him at this point, so he will start slow. He might flinch a couple of times, but dismisses it and tells you to go on, that he wants to get used to it. And he does.

🎮• When he does, that's when you've got his chaotic bursts of affection energy to deal with. He loves catching you off guard; you could be doing anything, working or hanging around or whatever, and then he's suddenly there behind you, and you get the tiniest of electric shocks as BEN grabs you effortlessly and refuses to let go for a solid five minutes while you fidget in his glitching but strong arms and glare at him.

🎮• The first thing you'll end up doing is hugging, because he likes the feel of being close in somebody's arms in a way he didn't think he could be before. You're warm and he's consistently cold, leading to you having to slap at his hands when he slides a hand down your back or something bratty just to make you squeal and shiver. They draw out into cuddle sessions, another thing he likes, and will ultimately go soft over. There have been many times when you've managed to fall asleep in BEN's arms, and that's one of the rare times where he'll let all his guard down and fiddle with your hair or play with your jewelry or just stare at you with a newfound feeling of protectiveness and fondness.

🎮• Now for the actual kissing part 🙃 I need to say that it really isn't a first "kiss." It's the first of many long makeout sessions, because BEN will drag it out as much as he can, and then stop abruptly when you least expect it, just to be a tease and wanting more. I see it happening when you're rambling about something or other, and he's out in the real world instead of in a screen, when you realize that your faces are inches apart, and he has a blank, frustrating unreadable look on his face.

🎮• And, before you can say anything, he'll take the plunge before he can think about it any more, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, but waiting for you to accept it and move in too. It starts off surprisingly soft and sweet, until BEN starts getting addicted to the new, intimate sensation, and tries deepening it. Then it's less sweet and more intense, and (sorry for the cliche lol) electric. He tastes kind of appley, and his lips are cold and soft. BEN will carry on going, further and further, to the point of you ending up breathless and him pulling away with a stunned look on his face. That look morphs into his usual mischievous smirk after he recovers in a few moments, and he raises a brow in amusement at your wide eyes and swollen lips, probably with a snarky little "Not bad."

🎮• After you've done it once, you're gonna end up doing it a whole lot more. There are hardly ever any proper warnings apart from BEN gradually moving in closer and being more teasing and flirty, or on sadder days where painful memories of the past come creeping back to haunt him, a source of comfort and reminder that he's still here and has another reason to be alive and basically immortal. It's not just to drive people to insanity and infect their systems with disturbing things until they crack, or whatever other motives he has. Now, there's you, someone who he's decided he needs to look out for and be with in any possible way.

🎮• Like I said, kissing BEN Drowned usually ends in suggestive makeout sessions and the like, because that's just BEN all over. But they're one way he's discovered he can show he cares, and so he'll keep doing it if you want him to, without any hesitation. Realistically, the boy is beyond touch starved, and so that all pours into the affections he gives you. To anyone else, he's a twisted, demon-like boy who makes peoples' lives hell by getting into their heads through ways they can't control, but to you and you only, he'll let himself become more and more vulnerable, until you see that really, he still was and is Ben.

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bloodandthestars · 10 months

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request please for ex!miguel o’hara x spiderwoman reader, they have lots of romantic history from a long time ago but never told anyone (secret relationship rahhh) and Miguel ended up ending things because he has too much trauma baggage even though they have so much love for one another… but forward to current day (like when miles arrives), they always argue mainly in spanish and seem to be sworn enemies but still f buddies .. they jus so complicated 😭 love ur work sm btw <3

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

tags: angst. angst as hell. no spoilers! spanish speaking gn!reader

hello all! sorry, i had to deal w the brainrot that is making a spidersona. time to get back to writing miguel! i orginally saw this style of hcs and fic from @loganlermanstanaccount and wanted to try my hand at it. i did take most parts of this request and ran with it so whoops. a part two is possible however. thank you for your request, and i hope you enjoy, darling. AND TY FOR LOVING MY WORK <3

wc: 3k masterlist. credits to the artist, tbd.

You tap away at a few screens on your multi-dimensional device, walking with a crowd through the Spider Society. Another day through the labyrinth, another day to deal with a whirlwind of anomalies. Not to mention the unlimited number of Spider-Men who all need direction, and who better to carry that on his shoulders than your ex, Miguel O'Hara?

You were there since the beginning of the Spider Society through an ill-fated glitch. How Ironic, hm?

Miguel was in the middle of putting together his control center. His platform was being installed, all by his working hands.

Your arrival almost took his heart out of his chest— a whirl of colors splashing behind him not getting his attention until there was a loud *CRASH!*

He turns around, approaching the scattered heaps of documents and boxes of materials like a wary animal. White papers fell around your arching figure when he finally sees you.

You catch his eyes and he catches yours, causing him to lower the wrench that was tight in his grasp.

Jessica comes into the space, as do a few others that were starting recruits. “What the hell-? What happened, Miguel?”

“Miguel!” The second calling of his name catches his attention to Jessica. He looks to her then down to you.

You run your fingers through your hair, eyes unfocused to be swallowed in your thoughts. You continue on your way through the amalgamation of paths, twists and turns past many who do the same as you: stop the anomalies, putting the universe first. Those ideals were drilled in from the very beginning. Since you saw the effects of it firsthand, you were all for the cause.

Safe to say you were an easy addition to the team.

At first, you wanted to just find a way home. That’s what would come first. Miguel didn’t mind that. If you weren’t here to stay, then why bother with the insignificant?

That was until an emergency hit the infant spider society on all sides

Your ears were pierced with screams of fear as soon as you pushed through the portal. You looked around frantically at what you could through the rushing crowd. It was another version of Paris, with the Eiffel Tower replaced with a large monument made of stone. Not many places to attach webs in an open area. Shit.

Miguel barks out orders to the other two Spider-people on the scene. When his eyes look at you, they narrow. You immediately tense. Was it a fight you were preparing for? You didn’t have time to think about it when a device was thrown your way. You catch it with ease— an item to wear around your wrist.

And before he thwiped away you hear: “If you’re going to be here, you might as well be useful.”

You weren’t sure whether to take that as a vote of confidence or not— you go with not.

A version of the Goblin, made of some kind of glass crystal material. His hoverboard emitted light on himself that he uses to his advantage to blind others when they get close.

The searing white obstructed the vision of one Spider-person, causing them to misplace a step on the monument. Webs snap under the concrete they were trying to keep from falling. Your stomach turned— it was time for action.

Using your webs on the crumbling monument, you catapulted yourself to the solid rock. Webs sprouted from your capsules and slid under the concrete. Before the rock’s weight can take you down entirely, you shot out a web to the top of the monument and pulled as much as your strength could muster.

You could your veins pulse as you held on. People scattered as much as they can before the webs bounce under the heavyweight. A man tried to help his wife up from a broken ankle. If they didn’t move from the area, an ankle wouldn’t be the only thing that was broken. Or worse, and you couldn’t have that.

The tendrils of your webbing began to snap, maybe you could try to web more before it—

Red lining shoots out, going under the rock to give support. Miguel skid to a stop next to you, ordering through gritted teeth. “Go!”

You dove down from above, bouncing off the piece and webbing the couple’s backs. You gave a sharp pull. They whisk by and into your arms as you slide to a stop. Miguel can see there are no civilians in the way and let's go with a gasp of air.

Your eyes snapped to the piece of concrete as it falls. When it gets closer to the ground, you webbed over to it to break it to pieces— lessening its impact when it falls.

Within a second of catching your breath, Your gaze went back up to Miguel’s. He gave you a short nod. You returned it, pulling a web out to join the fight at the top of the monument.

From there, you’ve been a part of the team. Starting on small missions and quickly going from there.

Your wrist device lights up and captures your attention. Miguel’s unmasked face looks at you with a hardened look. “I’ll need your assistance with an anomaly case. You know where to go.”

And that’s exactly how he speaks to you now. Straight to the point, no time for idle chit-chat. You exhale through your nose. “Alright.”

Returning from the attack for the Goblin, You and Miguel caught your breath once the portal closed.

You glanced over to Noir and Jessica, who had the said anomaly tied and ready to be contained.

“You sure disco ball over there is secure?” You asked dusting off your suit. “Yes.” Miguel responded. “Good enough excuse to see how our holding pods will work.”

You gave a nod, looking off to see them take the Goblin away. You caught “Now as for adjustments…” from the voice next y to you and turn. You thought he was talking to you, but instead, he had a hand over his mouth. It took you a moment to realize what he was muttering to himself.

“¿Te balbuceas a tí mismo todo el tiempo?”

Miguel’s head snaps over to you with wide eyes. They turn slender in slight curiosity. “¿Hablas español?”

You gave him a light shrug, but the smirk on your face was evidence enough for him. You were close to tensing under his gaze— until he let out an amusement huff.

“¿Qué otras cosas guardas bajo la manga?”

“No te puedo revelar todos mis trucos, ¿o si?” You gave him a small smile.

He returned it.

Now, Miguel looks at you sternly before his image flickers out. You click your tongue, beginning to make your way to his control center.

You had dated for two years— entirely in secret, mind you.

There was the important cause for safety, but another excuse was simply because the seclusion suited you both.

As the day went by, you were two colleagues. Side by side on a mission, working with each other going off of a few glances.

If you desired to speak to only each other, you'd speak in Spanish. A passing compliment, a question on anomaly details, what to have for dinner that night. The world didn't exist then.

By night, a gentle hand would rest on Miguel’s shoulder, causing it to lose its built tension. In the quiet of the space, you’d whisper. “Let’s get some rest.”

At first, it would take some coaxing but as time went on, he would be by your side before you could get the words out.

Your place or his, it was a switch between the two. Either way, you’d feel the weight of his body sink into yours. All his exhaustion comes to fruition behind closed blinds.

Sometimes if it weighed too much, you’d fall onto the couch with your suits still on. If he had a bit of energy, you’d get out of them and then take loaded steps towards the bedroom.

Your favorite nights were when he fell asleep before you. A chuckle escapes your lips when you turn back, only to see him sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Gently, you’d brush his strands from his face, bathing in the rare sight that was a calm expression. The tips of your fingers graze the strong height of his cheek, lingering there as if to savor the moment a bit longer.

It was in these secluded moments that you’d pull the cover over his scarred back. Where you’d lay next to his larger figure, close but barely touching. Fingers grazing each other at best.

His struggles with opening up weren’t anything new to you. It took a lot of power to be vulnerable, to take that chance. So you took it one step at a time.

Those days weren’t long gone, however, you both made progress as time went by.

Fingers grazing each other became hand-holding. Hand holding then turned into him capturing your body in one swoop of his arm and securing you to his form.

And it was here you felt the most secluded. Because only you could see that neutral expression of sleep turn into a relaxed one. Where you could feel his need through the grip of his arm in the depths of the night, and not tell a soul.

He could have called anyone else. It's a proposition that only occurs to him after he makes communications with you. By the time you show up in his space, the idea is long forgotten.

Miguel turns around just in time to see you arrive. You lean your weight on your foot, hip out with a hand resting on it. “What’s the situation, O’Hara?”

O’Hara. He would have thought that sting would numb away by now.

You swing up to his platform, catching your landing out of the corner of his eye. With a few buttons pressed on the hologram, he swipes it in your direction without looking at you. “We got an anomaly on the move. Lyla’s attempting to track it now using the intel gathered.”

Your hand stops the hologram, opening it with your palm. In a gold hue, an image of a Mysterio lights up. A model of him spin for your view, some kind of blue flame for a head. Details of his face were in the fire, filled with an ego that seemed to span many universes.

“I remember this one.” You say, fingers swiping through logs. You stop at one, then push it in his direction. “Android from Earth 1610. Not his first time trying his hand at this.”

“You’ve been dealing with him before?” Miguel asks with sternness in his voice. He knew it was there and ever evident.

From your tone, it seems you caught it too. “From his glitch into a different universe. We returned him back to his own but it looks like he’s trying his hand at multiverse travel.”

The taller man scoffs, muttering under his breath. “Great.”

To no one’s surprise, you picked that up. Your voice grew in intensity. "What?”

Miguel finally turns around. With stern eyes, he looks at you and his stomach feels like it’s gotten hit with a ton of bricks. It’s exactly what he was afraid of, hence him never sparing you a glance when called to his station. It didn’t show on his face however, he wouldn’t allow it to.

“That means it could have gotten handled ages ago by simply sticking him somewhere he couldn’t get out.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “That was the beginning, we didn’t know any better. Now we do. It’s called growth, Miguel.”

He held the audacity to roll his eyes. You’re quick to speak. “We don’t expect them to become nuisances.”

“But it could’ve been avoided.”

“Of course, it could have. Emphasis on could. It’s just something we couldn’t predict.”

“Oh? Really?” A bit of edge appears in his voice again. “He’s a villain! It’s second nature!”

You take a step up to him, finger pointed in his direction. “We followed your protocol! You can’t predict everything, Miguel!”

You were there for the best parts

And you were there for…for the worst parts

The parts where in the thresholds of sleep, you swore you could hear him mutter her name, and his arm clutch around you even tighter.

The parts that were once fruitful moments of communication, ended in distance due to his growing anger.

The parts that held you both up at night, Miguel finding another thing to pick apart, to worry about, to enclose you from.

A picture of two you couldn't see. A toy box collecting dust in his apartment closet.

You were there…till the very end.

“Miguel, I just don’t understand why this is an issue.” You hold the bridge of your nose before letting go and addressing him with unwavering eyes. “Noir says you’ve been at this for months, we have a lead-”

“Into a universe that is on the brink of collapsing!” “That’s why the anomaly would go! To hide in plain sight of a possible disaster!”

“No, absolutely not.” Miguel shook his head, already final in his mind. “One wrong move and you’ll end up like-” It was like all the color drained from his face.

“Like who, Miguel?”

Your question stopped him cold, hard eyes glancing at you. “You know who.”

He pushed away the thought of you hearing him in his sleep when the sun comes up. But deep down he always knew. He always knew that you knew something was going on with him. And he could see that you were trying so *hard* to be patient with him.

With every frustrated huff to end the conversation, every turn away from you, you were unmoving. Waiting. Giving him all the time in the world that deep down, he knew he didn’t deserve.

This conversation ends like the others, with a clenched jaw wanting to spill out everything he can but never finding the words to do so. Leaving you there in the dead silence where you feel the most alone.

You shut your eyes, trying not to waste any more tears on another fruitless conversation. A sigh slips past your lips. “I can’t keep doing this, Miguel.”

His head looks back to you with wide eyes. Those eyes slowly narrow, with words coming out like the very venom he creates. “Then leave.”

Those words still pierce your heart as if it was yesterday. You shut your eyes, shaking your head to push the familiar feelings from bubbling in your chest. Even with the attempt of calm, he persisted.

“No. I can’t.” He sounded like he was just saying it just to say it. “But I sure as hell can prevent potentially dangerous messes from coming back— like this one!”

Emotion erupts inside you all over again, breaking what little restraint you put together. Like a twig snapped under the slightest edge of pressure. You fell into that same routine all over again. “You’re being completely unreasonable to the people who-"

He held the bridge of his nose, voice not losing its hard edge. “Do you remotely have an idea of how many anomalies have to be taken care of in a week? In a day? When I want something taken care of, I expect it to be.”

“You’re always expecting perfection, some kind of straight path you can control. Is that why you got rid of me-?”

Your gasp quickly stops you from speaking further— but it was already too late. Miguel’s eyes snap up to you, wide at your exclamation. You place a hand over your mouth with panicked eyes. The silence was what made it worse, feel it wrap around your neck and cause a hard, painful lump in your throat. You know he watches as you turn away from him.

“Then leave.” Those words still plague his mind as if it was yesterday. As if he didn’t have enough piling onto his shoulders, he had to go and lose you too. The one thing that—some days—was keeping that very mind together.

Something aches within him. His heart grows heavy in its weight. He turns his head, closing his eyes to take a breath. Many things haunted him, whether it be his own failings or the atrocities he’s seen throughout dimensions. He didn’t expect to, nor never wanted to add you to the list. You became another person that slipped from his fingertips.

You take a deep breath, wiping your face with a shaky hand. When you turn back, he’s collected himself. His gaze was now devoid of frustration as it was set upon you. Instead, it was filled with something else, something different. You exhale to make your brain know to say something. Miguel parts his lips. In a soft mutter you begin to recognize, he says. “I didn’t get-"

Your senses go off, turning your body away from his to see Peter B. and one of Jessica’s come around the corner. Your eyes remain on them, forcing themselves onto them. You calm your breathing with a hard swallow. Miguel felt something twist in his stomach once you turn away. A heaviness weighed at his tongue, lips still parted for what he wanted to tell you. But you had eyes on you now, curious looks that could grow into something more if he didn’t follow your lead.

He blinks a few times, turning to face the other two Spider-people with a locked jaws. How’d he’d be able to speak with his throat feeling non-existent was a feat in itself. Your eyes are kept to the ground until you take a deep breath. They raise, your feelings being pushed down once again. And you stand next to each other, with what felt like a world’s distance between you, miraged by only a couple feet.

taglist: @manchuria @kokomaii @rea-zxv @vvitcxen @pooiooi @jowtaro @miguelsfangs @vegas-writing-den @m150-50up

“¿te balbuceas a tí mismo todo el tiempo?” — you mumble to yourself like that all the time?

“¿hablas español?” — you speak spanish?

“¿qué otras cosas guardas bajo la manga?” — just what else do you have up your sleeve?

“No te puedo revelar todos mis trucos, ¿o si?” — I can’t just reveal all my tricks to you, now can I?

#writing #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o’hara #atsv #astv x reader #across the spiderverse #i feel like this could be soo much better sorry #part two can absolutely happen #drabble

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bigbadvoxbox · 3 months

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alright I'm back with the vox asks, I couldn't get enough of your writing SO I wanna ask for some fluff where the reader is trapped in the extermination and vox goes looking for them to help

EPIC this is adorable, this is gonna be like structured weird so sorry about that but I find it easier to write this way

- Vox definitely acts like he doesn't care about many people, but you are very much the exception. No matter how he acts, he can't help but always keep an eye on you, whether it be if you're in his line of sight, or if he has to check on you through a screen or with a drone. He just likes to know that you're safe.

- When the extermination happens, he usually tells you to stay inside, but acts kinda coy about it like "Can't lose such a profitable investment, now can we?" as if he wouldn't freak out the second you're in danger.

- He uses his drones to keep an eye on you during the extermination, but when the spear of an angel smashes his tech to pieces, he can feel himself glitching with panic. The way he starts to twitch and stutter.

- He'd usually never do this, but he finds himself going out during the extermination, and let me tell you, no exorcist would dare mess with him with the panic-fuelled adrenaline he has rushing through his wires.

- He finds you cornered, and can't even contain his emotion, his worry, his anger, all of it. The electricity sparks out from his body, and he manages to grip the angel by the wing, sending a lethal shock through her body. Not enough to kill her, being an angel, but definitely enough to immobilise her.

- He takes you back to the Vee tower, demanding you stay inside where he can keep an eye on you. "I hope you understand now why I told you to stay inside. You can't even keep yourself out of trouble. I was the one who had to come and save your ass." At first he lectures you like an irritated boss, but eventually you can start to see through the cracks, and his concern for you, his care, becomes a lot clearer as he holds you close. He can't even imagine what he'd do if you were killed. Not that he'd ever tell you that.

- "I'm just glad you're okay." he'd say, taking a deep breath to calm his nervous glitching. He lets you stay in the tower with him until the extermination is over. He just needs to make sure you're safe. You spend the rest of the extermination observing the rest of the Pride ring, watching it as though it's a reality show. He keeps a caring arm wrapped around your shoulders as you watch.

- You question the fact that he seems to not care about the other demons being killed. "As long as it isn't you, who gives a shit?"

- He cares a lot for you, in his own special way.

NOT A LOT BUT ITS ALL I CAN SQUEEZE OUT OF MY DEAD BRAIN RIGHT NOW TY ANON

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox #fluff #voxbox

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Hello, Clan.. how are you doing? I wanted to see how you were doing.

Also I have come to request so can I request a reader who tries to befriend Glitchy Red and Lost Sliver.(The ones from Hypno’s Lullaby.) Like they one day they found both of them and each day the reader spend time with both of them and tries to get Red and Sliver to interact with each other as well and soon they all become best friends and do stuff together also could you write hcs for stuff the reader and the boys would do together?

If you can’t do this please just quietly delete the ask.

I’m good, ty for asking!

........

You first met Glitchy Red and Gold at the Pasta Bar (as a creepypasta yourself, you’re a regular but never noticed either of them until now).

Being a big fan of Pokémon, you stopped by their table, wondering what their tragic stories were.

As insensitive as that might sound to a normal person, in this world it’s the traditional icebreaker for chatting with creepypastas. It’s how you got to know everyone here.

“Hi fellas.” You hop on the bar stool next to them. “You’re both from Pokémon I heard--love the first and second gens, by the way. So....what are your backstories?”

“Hm, where do I begin?” Glitchy Red answers with a grimace. “How about I start at the betrayal..when my creators saw me as a flawed, broken thing and tried replacing me with someone new. And then the players, oh..how I hate them for turning on the game, forcing me to do whatever they wanna do. I tried to make them stop, but they never listen...nobody ever listens..they see me as a goddamn joke.”

“Ah, so you’re another one cursed with self-awareness. Ya’ll got it rough. How about you?” You turn to Gold, amused by his balloons, bowtie, and Unowns hiding in his hoodie.

He just shrugs and says “....it was...cold.”

That’s literally all there is to him. Then again he didn’t seem to be much of a talker, but that was fine.

Since that first meeting, you’ve been regularly hanging out with the duo of trainers at the bar, and sometimes outside of it.

With Glitchy Red you’d visit the Glitch City where he resided mostly, and Gold in some pitch-black void, moping in darkness with his Unowns and Celebi.

You come to learn that Gold’s sorta intimidated by Glitchy (ofc he’s still traumatized by his encounter with the other Red on Mt. Silver)..so you’re determined to help them grow closer as friends.

Outside of their respective realms, they both hang out with you at home a lot--sometimes separate but almost always together.

Gold was still quiet, but he spoke more often rather than the Unowns. And Glitchy would keep ranting about some blue-haired kid he met, though he was pretty chill and hardly intimidating once you got to know him.

Ironically, if you own any Pokémon games they don’t mind watching you play them. It gives them reasons to poke fun at future gens.

Glitchy is lowkey confused when you show him Pokémon Go.

“So trainers in this game are just...self-inserts?”

“Uh yeah pretty much."

“....I’ll admit technology has come far. But to not reference me anywhere is an insult to my lega-”

“Calm down, edgelord.” Gold remarks, a barely-noticeable smug grin on his face as Glitchy’s jaw drops in shock. But you just laugh out loud.

The kid finally grew some backbone.

Yeah, they'll get along just fine.

#clanask #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #creepypasta x reader #pokepasta x reader #glitchy red #lost silver #platonic #headcanons #fnf hypno's lullaby

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valentine-writes · 2 years

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How about headcannons for Sun, Moon and Roxy where they’re in a relationship with the reader. The reader gets suspicious of Vanessa and tries to investigate but goes missing for a few days, when they reappear they’re acting…different. When they go to question the reader they realize that the readers eyes are now purple. Basically how they would react to reader getting infected from the virus and how they would try to save their significant other

a mask of my own face

↳ ft. roxanne wolf, sun/sunnydrop and moon/moondrop

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: anon im frothing at the mouth i lpve this?? TY!!! time 2 write >:] pretty sure this iz corresponding to the vanessa is vanny and also glitched the animantronics in the game thingy so THAT is what i will b goin off of for this prompt! also lemon demon title 4 today becuz. fun. reader is Weird and Offputting and mean after being infected by the virus because honestly idk what else to do. sun and moon's hcs are connected bee tee dubs!! also he/it moon again becuz fav hc ^_^ i accidentally do a little Unserious-ing near the end i am so so sorry i am in a silly goofy mood. anyways, expect spelling errors and grammar errors ahwjehe so soz (´｀;) ! <3 def not be my best writing but here we go!!

ROXANNE WOLF headcanons:

▸ "you really think it's worth looking into?"

▸ you have tried, over and over, to convince roxanne that something was suspicious about vanessa. but by the tone of her voice she didn't see very bothered by it at all.

▸ that could not be further from the truth. she was bothered. vanessa's activity around the place was strange, to say the least. however, vanessa was also the only human nightshift security guard, which put her in a position where she meant to be trustworthy. what ulterior motives could she possibly have?

▸ despite that reasoning, she'd never let you try to figure out what shady stuff vanessa could potentially could be up to. roxy wouldn't going to allow you to walk straight into danger

▸ however, curiosity bested you. roxanne's disinterest just meant you had to go alone. without even a quick heads up or goodbye, you took it upon yourself to finally investigate.

▸ she initially tried not to let your sudden absence get to her- you ran off to make some discoveries on your own, knowing her very specific advice of not playing detective.

▸oh, but it does gets to her. it bothers roxy, more than anything ever could. you are gone for almost three weeks- and in those days, she spends what little free time she gets looking for you. on the twentieth day of you being gone, just like nothing happened, you returned. roxanne can't help but feel relieved, worried, and frustrated all at once.

▸ you don't talk to her for a couple days, but are seen strolling around the pizzaplex. the others have noticed your return too, and have mentioned to roxy that you've barely interacted with anyone since your reappearance; the few interactions with the animatonics being incredibly curt, and somewhat distant. like your mind had been off elsewhere as you made little effort to converse with them.

▸ she finally built the courage to confront you after hours. you seemed to be staring out at the automated doors of the pizzaplex. gazing out of glass doors with an absent gaze, your back to roxy as she approached you. turning you around, her grip tight on your shoulder, she is disheartned seeing how you barely even blink at her sour expression. the bitterness fades as she meets your eyes- your eyes, a shade of unnatural violet that makes her feeling sink.

▸ "i really thought you'd be more happy to see me." you remarked, a small teasing grin forming on your lips. your tone almost feels mocking. "didn't you miss me, roxy?"

more hcs under the cut !!

she knew she shouldn't have let you go, never let you do it alone- but she did, and you ended up infected because of her. she failed to protect you. the feeling ate away at her. roxanne would not let this go- she'll remain restless until she can finally save you from what you've become. vanessa will have to pay.

SUN headcanons:

▸ sun doesn't even really say anything when you initially bring it up.

▸ he didn't seem disinterested per se, just... anxious. so terribly anxious, that he took every opportunity to avoid talking about vanessa's suspicious behaviour. sun, instead changed the topic everytime you brought it up or drew attention to other things on your mind, distracting you from vanessa . and man, was he good at that

▸ still, your persistence isn't in vain. in the occassions where you managed to keep your head on straight despite his clear reluctance to make conversation around this topic, you realized that he knew more than he let on. you suspect he didn't have the full story, but he sure didn't want you to go looking for that either.

▸"curiousity killed the cat, you know!- and ah, what a shame,, poor cat,,, it'd really be best not to poke around in other's business." he said, with that static smile of his, which did not fit his slightly-serious-than-usual tone. "aw, don't give me that look, friend- you know it's for your own good." he patted your head with a grin, "you trust me, don't you?"

▸ as much as your trusted sun, you knew he didn't want to help. he would never help if he thought he was marching you straight to your doom. you went alone instead, and when you suddenly dissapear, he assumed the worst. surely, you were out there somewhere discovering a truth much too heavy, somebody must've hurt you, something must've happened- you ended up gone for two weeks.

▸ in those two weeks, the daycare remained open, and it took every bit of his energy to carry on like normal. with you gone at the end of the day, sun was alone. terribly, utterly, alone. it took a huge toll on him, yet still he waited for you. like you'd go through the doors of the daycare any minute.

▸ and then, to his utter delight, you returned. he's overjoyed, estatic, of course he is- and upon hearing that you were back, waited with a smile at the end of every day nearby the doors. this was not without complications, though.

the few human employees who had also worked in the pizzaplex had caught up to the daycare attendant's peculiar behaviour in the last few days- he wasn't less efficient, just... off putting. they had brought it up to management, and it was determined that the daycare would be closed temporarily as they scheduled for the animatronic's software to be checked on by a company expert.

the daycare being officially closed until further notice was an issue for sun, who had really hoped to see you once more, and his reluctance to leave the daycare (even when not working) made it feel even more impossible. and yet, one day you walked through those doors just liked he had hoped you would.

▸ he didn't even question how you unlocked it. the minute you stepped foot into the place, you were swept off your feet, greeted with a big hug as he spun around, clutching you in his arms. perhaps it was a bit much, he assumed, as you pushed him away and struggled out of the embrace. a million apologies are given to you , and he was back to fretting over you. as his hand is cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, the strange purple colour of your irises catches his eye.

▸ it's an understatement to say he panics. this is beyond what he had expected- and it was all his fault- if he had taken care of you better, if he just took the time to watch your every move, never let you out of his sight- he could've prevented this. but he didn't. sun felt the awful, harrowing guilt, of knowing he had failed someone dear

▸ unsure of what do do or to say, he tries to question you, asking you a million questions of what happened, if you're hurt, what you can recall, how he can help- but immediately freezes as you laugh, smiling at him with an unfamiliar and sickly amused grin. it confuses him and honestly probably scares the hell outta him

this awful guilt, the pain of knowing he could've almost completely lost you- he knows he can't handle this alone. he can't get you back by himself. desperate times, desperate measures. it isn't too late.

he knows he can't save you. but there is a certain someone who can. his grip is firm, but careful as he drags you along by your wrist, over to the light switch.

you watched this, lethargically. he wouldn't ever do this. surely sun wasn't going to- he would never dare- you were certain he wouldn't.

the lights go off with a resounding click.

MOON headcanons:

▸ the minute the lights go out, you watched in disbelief as the face plate spins, sunbeams retracting into the head. staring at you are two pricks of light in the darkness. sun never turned off the lights on his own accord. this was a first. now, moon holds onto you.

▸ it's grip tightened as you struggle. moon was much stronger than he lets on and it's proven as you are hoisted over his shoulder and held securely in place. he was not letting you out of his sight- not after this, and not right now. giving you any opportunity to escape would be stupid.

▸ it didn't matter if you squirmed, or thrashed, or threatened him. you put this poor animatronic through hell as he held onto you, ensuring that there was no opportunity to run. he carried you around in the dark silence of the pizzaplex without much complaining

▸ moon didn't want to talk. didn't even want to scold virus-infected you, as you kicked and clawed at his metal body (with little to no damage actually being done- maybe a couple of dents). truth was, it felt just as guilty and awful as sun, seeing you like this. his determination to get you back to normal outweighed the sinking feeling of potentially losing you. now wasn't the time for remorse.

▸ mm. well. maybe he did a little scolding. it's very passive aggressive, and more out of exhaustion as you refused to cooperate with him. occasionally, your extra stubborness forced him to rear his gaze to you to shush you, head turning more than a human head could, face with red pupils and strange, unfitting smile- sometimes you did end up going silent- to his relief.

▸ the silence is not long lived.

"where are we even going? you got a plan or somethin'?" you asked, tauntingly. "think you've got this all worked out, don't you?"

"yes." moon's cold, metal arms shifted as he spoke, accommodating your squirming.

this earned a huff from you, but quieted your voice. why you ceased thrashing around was confusing- but still no reactions came from him him. the silence was deafening.

"...you will be fixed. just wait." moon's voice was tense. with the tone, you could guess it talking more to itself than you.

▸ he knew the words from your mouth weren't really coming from you- that the virus really took a toll on you and heavily altered your personality- but he couldn't help but feel frustrated. of course, he didn't take his anger out on you. it wasn't your fault that the virus acted like this. still, that didn't stop the apparent agitation in him.

▸ it didn't matter how long the search for vanessa or a cure to the virus takes. moon literally brought you everywhere he went. after being infected, you never left it's sight. the daycare being closed for the following days until sun's maintenance was somewhat of a blessing in disguise. he got sun to do watch over you the same way too, keeping you within arms reach until they sort out how to get the virus out of your body.

▸ on the rare occasions on which moon went out doing whatever they deem necessary to save you- you ended up locked in his room. of course, it's plenty comfortable, and sun and moon ensure to take the propers steps to care of you- and yet it certainly doesn't stop you from erratically tearing the place apart and trying to leave. the virus didn't only change your personality and mannerisms- it clouded your reasonable thinking. you didn't know how unwell you had become.

▸ and then one day, you found yourself groggily waking up on a makeshift bed of daycare pillows in sun and moon's cluttered room.

your memory is a blur as your mind attempted to recount all that happened. moon's face hovers inches above yours, watching you wake. you push him away, startled- only to laugh nervously, asking what had happened.

none of it felt real, as he tried to explain. it was just like floating through a hazy feverish dream. for so long- too long- you were in the backseat of your mind as someone else took the wheel.

before you can apologize for your recklessness, or for all the trouble caused, moon pulls you into a sudden embrace, burying his metal faceplate into your shoulder. your heart sinks. he seemed to want to say anything. all you could hear was a faint "...sorry."

how stupid to know he still blamed himself.

it's your turn to say sorry, holding onto him and trembling softly as you try to express your regret. you put yourself in danger and sun and moon had to clean up your mess. it only brushes your apologies off. seemed like he was just happy to have you back.

there's a long pause, before he springs the question on you.

"are you going to leave?.."

of course. he still needed to know if you wanted to stay with him and sun. after all you discovered about the place you resided in, the place where they were bound to- you had every reason to leave if you wanted.

you know it will never be the same. nothing about this place will ever even feel the same. so, slowly, you pulled away, taking his hands in yours.

"...i want to stay." moon stares at you unblinkingly, as you slowly form the words. "who knows- maybe we can make this place better. if we can't- let's runaway and never look back. we'd be like- undercover and on the run! or.. something... doesn't that sound,, exciting?"

the weak smile on your face makes moon's demeanor change instantly. you were back. in that instant, it seemed that he was too, being quick to retort on your suggestion of being on the run.

"you've had too much excitement."

"...mm well, i liked the parts where you carried me everywhere."

moon frees one of his hands, playfully flicking your forehead. "don't expect it to be a regular thing."

you laugh, and for a second, it feels like everything could go back to normal, in spite of what you've just uncovered. "glad to have your usual attitude back, moon."

"...welcome back to you too."

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